That reminds me of a (supposedly true) story of a would-be vandal who threw a brick at a window in order to break it, and the brick bounced off and hit him in the head, requiring a hospital visit. I also seem to recall reading that the window "glass" in this case was actually plastic, for the exact reason that it wouldn't break as easily as glass.
@@gnarthdarkanen7464 I've actually never played DnD. I'm a homeschooled 15 year old who never goes anywhere where they play this type of game. Don't you usually get to roll for save in situations like this?
we were running a one shot, and have a lot of homebrew spells, one is called big boom. it does exactly what it says. it gives fireball a 300ft radius. they used it in a last attempt to kill the boss. the boss was a pit fiend. it's immune to fire. the spell killed everyone.
I was still new to d&d. I was under the impression that common clothes counted as light armor. 7 sessions into this 10 session campaign, my monk triggers a fire trap. DM: "You manage to dodge the flames but your clothes catch fire". Me: "What clothes?" Table bursts into laughter. Bard: "just be a man and take off your clothes, handsome! (Bard kept trying to seduse me but I kept passing the saves) Me: "SERIOUSLY GUYS. I can't wear light armor so I can't wear common clothes". Table gets dead quiet. Bard: " You're serious, aren't you?" I nod. DM: " SO YOU WERE IN YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT WHEN YOU WERE AUCTIONING MAGIC ITEMS 4 SESSIONS AGO?!" Me: "yep" TL;DR: Monk spends months with a party and auctions magic items to an entire town and no one realized he was naked the entire time.
@@SH-qs7ee do note that (at least in dd3.5) unarmed strikes can be made with any part of the body... (And there is a feat that lets you deal piercing damage with unarmed strikes)
One of my friends ate a solid gold frog that I openly anounced was cursed, which was also covered with eldritch writing... And then complainrd when his soul was trapped in the frog
I was a DM for a group of 3 who wanted a fightpit campaign. The party wizard, Wayland Zard (Way Zard for short) had gained a curse that made him lose 1 hp for each spell cast. He had just ended a tough fight with a massive snake in the arena, with 1 hp left. After succesfully killing it he, knowing casting another spell would end him, cast magic missle to riddle the body full of holes and slipped away into unconsciousness. None of the other players wanted to save him so he quietly passed away failing three death saves while being carried on the fighters back. The party realized he was gone after they found the wizard was naked as he always just illusioned his robes.
Our party's Wookie failed a DC 5 jump check and fell off of Cloud City. DM gave the two closest PC's rolls to grab him, and they both rolled garbage. Bye bye Newbaka.
@@Asta_The_Necromancer There are 2 more modern versions, one uses the D20 system of AD&D 3.5 and the other uses the Saga rules of AD&D 4.0 (or something very close to 4th Edition, I don't know, I refuse to acknowledge or play Saga Edition)... The most TERRIFYING Star Wars D20 game I ever heard of had a friend of mine KNOWN for killing Game Worlds (not just campaigns, WORLDS) somehow convinced his GM to allow him to play an Ewok Jedi Guardian... at least it wasn't a Jawa Jedi...
I as player was presented a nuke with 3 wires to cutt. I thought that the bomb would simply cease to work if I cutt all the wires. So i bought some sheers and blew up myself and new York is now a smoldering crater (This was actually a tpk). "I cutt all the wires!" Is now an inside joke in our group.
I just got hit by a nuke in the Magic capitol city, Im from, with 2 party members of party A, and it was because of Party B. Lucky the campaign is crazy and it was nearly all undone.
We were running Unearthed Arcana, my character was a smoke para genasi mystic who died because I had him pull the wrong lever in a castle. His last words, which were cut off mid sentence circa Sopranos: "Why...does he even... have... That...lev..."
One person in our party is notorious for making terrible decisions because he just wants to see what will happen. This time he was playing as a halfling and we were in a lair of some sort. The DM casually mentioned there was mushrooms and he immediately said "I WANNA EAT THE MUSHROOM." Even with a lot of shouting from the rest of us and the DM saying eh most likely will die, he did it anyways. Thanks to an NPC with a healing potion, he survived with 1 hp. He then proceeded to nat 1 fail a perception check and walked off a cliff and died.
I was playing a level 1 rogue with an entertainer background. My group was settling in a town for the night and I didn't want to pay for the night so I decided to street perform in the street next to the lodging rolled a nat 1 trying to juggle my daggers, my level 1 rogue gets stabbed with all three daggers while trying to catch them, so I have to roll 3D4 damage on a PC with only 9 hit points. Long story short, rogue accidentally stabs themselves three times while trying to juggle
The party walks into the main foyer of a haunted castle & we get immediately attacked. I rolled absolute garbage and was killed by a flying candlestick literally ten seconds after walking into the room.
Attacking a cokatrice WITHOUT an actual weapon. After all, he's a xychil and have those builtin swords... What could go wrong ? Fails his save against petrification, then, fails his system shock when returned to his normal state.
We played some deadlands and my friend got hung for stealing a horse. None of us wanted to risk arrest and save him so we watched him struggle, piss himself and finally die
My friend (chaotic something rogue) was turned into a duck by a divination hag after he attempted murder and also messed with the severed hand and eye of Vecna, a necromancer.
Recent occurrence in a Tomb of Annihilation campaign. Our Dwarf Barbarian was attempting to swim across a Raging River to get to the other side to fight a Poison Arrow Sniper, instead of crossing the Log Bridge that lied over it. He was doing pretty well on his Athletic throws to swim across, until he got halfway there. At that point, he began to roll low on his Athletic checks, despite having a +7 to them, and slide closer to the edge that overlooked a pool of Lava. Needless to say, the Dwarf died going downriver while screaming "I'm good at this!" At the top of his lungs.
Second ever session I had ever played. My character found a bag of magic beans, and my DM encouraged me to plant one. A bullette shot out of the ground, in melee with the entire level 2party. Our sorcerer tried to run. The bullette insta killed him with a single attack. Never felt so awful XD
In the middle of a combat encounter he walked up to an obviously evil statue of Strahd, and touched it, summoning 5 shadows to instakill his character.
In our party’s fledgling campaign during our 3rd session, following some combat with some kobolds, our party stumbled upon some gas spores. They are mushrooms which when ruptured inflict a nasty effect if you fail a constitution save. This effect reads that an affected party member will roll a d12 and add your CON modifier to determine how long they have to live without intervention. One of my party members had a horribly stated character. And he had a negative one CON modifier. Upon failing his CON save he rolled a D12 to determine how many hours he had to live. He rolled a Nat 1. Upon rolling the DM and affected party member both concluded that by rolling 1 and having a negative 1 in CON he should immediately die. Thus the noble and childlike Rat, (which was his full name) and his familiar, (also named Rat(who was a demon masquerading as a rat)) met an untimely end.
I had a tieflin and globlin launch my Genasei at a dragon using a ballista so I could get in range to smite it it. their aim was off, I missed, the dragon laughed, I was used as a clay Pidgeon. I was dead before I hit the ground
Rolled 2 nat 1s as a rouge with advantage on a stealth roll. Got found out, tried to run. Came up to a gap in the ground 60 feet deep but only 10 feet across. I had low strength and well. It was either die to being stabbed by several enemies or try the jump. I failed it and with my lower health went splat
It was me, twice. Was playing my first ever dnd campaign, Tomb of Anhilation. My first character, a Goliath ranger (yes, I know, not optimal) and the rest of the group was lost in the woods of chult, so I cast speak with animals, and asked the dm if there's any animals nearby. "Yes, you see in a lake nearby that there's a crocodile in the lake" so I go speak to the crocodile. "Hey Mr crocodile, do you know where we are right now, we're a little lost" the crocodile responded "hm, yes I will tell you if you enter my lake" I asked the dm for an insight check, rolled Single digits, and the dm says " he seems sincere, you don't think he's lying." So I walked into the lake, immediately got swarmed by 5 crocadiles and an alpha crocodile who bit my character and dragged me off. My party just watched me then walked off. I don't blame them.
I was doing a campaign where while the rest of my party had kept dying, I had yet to even take damage, and I joking claimed I was doing a no damage run. After a fight with a CR 4 Speed Specialized Warforged, during which I used my Stones Endurance ability (Goliath Fighter btw) because they exploded upon death, we were teleported into the middle of the forest by a Fey, and had no choice but to play his games. We managed to escape the forest without running into a single encounter and left behind a sad and lonely Fey. A few minutes later, we chanced upon a small child hacking at a tree with a wood sword, and I asked him what he was doing. He told me he was training to become a Warrior, I said "Oh cool" and continued on. As the party is walking past, the little shit turns around, and hits me with his sword, doing 1 damage. 1 point of damage that I can't negate because I had not taken a short rest since I last used my Stones Endurance ability. Being a Neutral Good character, I do the natural and reasonable thing and drop kick the kid into the tree.
@@houseofmartok4518 Well I didn't actually drop kick the kid, I just rolled intimidation against him and he ran into it. I just thought saying I drop kicked the kid would be funnier, because it's what I actually wanted to do at that point.
Was running tomb of annihilation, the party had a guide and a few other things, but they were still level 1. They went into the jungle, I think they were planning to stumble around until they found something of value. The first thing I have them see is the mother triceratops encounter, as a “hey look a dinosaur, we should probably not do anything too risky.” Then one of the players decided it would be cool if he could tame it. I gave him multiple warnings that this was a horrible idea but he insisted. The character ended up gored on one of the horns instantly dying
During my first session was the first time I had a character death, and despite being a DND rookie, it will probably remain one of my dumbest deaths. My cousin was the DM, and her boyfriend and I were the players. I was playing a Human rogue and he was an Elven bard, so we were both pretty squishy to begin with. We were playing the Dragon of Icespire Peak campaign, part of the Essentials Kit. After some shenanigans in town, we pick up a quest to warn an old lady a day away about the dragon that's been flying around. When we get to her place, and she is being besieged by a manticore. My character was an experienced burglar whose skills were rusty after years of disuse, and wanted to try to sneak the woman out. The bard on the other hand... He wanted to fight it. So I tried to sneak attack it. I role, and... 1. The thing was now alerted to my presence and charged at me Right at me, straight past the bard. The bard does not attack it, and instead proceeds to go to the lady. My character is not the type to take that kind of betrayal lying down, especially when he has lost half his health. What my character didn't know, was that the bard had gotten a healing potion from the lady. But since my character didn't know about that, he proceeded with operation bardic doom. My character yelled to the manticore, "Look, he's stealing your meal." The manticore then goes after the bard. I fail another arrow sneak attack, and it goes after me. The manticore then gives us the option to pay it off. We have enough money, but the bard has other plans. I then try to get the manticore to team up with me to kill the bard. The bard does likewise. We go back and forth like this until it just finishes me off. It then goes after the bard and turns him into mincemeat. We both actually enjoyed the total BS our characters engaged in and reused our characters when we played again with more people. All in all, I thought it was a hilarious way to end my first session.
Ok so funny story I've played that campaign before and died in that same encounter. I was playing a half-elf monk and in a previous adventure had obtained a Pole of Colapsing, a small pole that can extend to up to 10 feet long and shrink down at will. So we were fighting the manticore and the DM says it flies up and tells me to make an attack of opportunity. I tell the DM I want to jump up and ride the Manticore as it flies. My plan was to put the small pole upright in its mouth and activate it to either break its jaw or potentially even shatter the skull. I succeed my rolls to grab it and the DM tells me I need to make strength rolls every turn to hold on. My very next turn, I rolled a 5. DM then describes how I lose my grip and fall to my death
I've got one of these. We were doing the Sunless Citadel. I hadn't realised that the staircase at the entrance wasn't lit so I just fell down the stairs. The momentum from the fall carried me into a pitfall trap where I got bitten by a rat once and died
My first campaign was sunless citadel and I was a Dragonborn fighter (he’s now an eldritch knight with a scary ass scythe), and I rolled to seduce the kobold queen and barely rolled high enough. My dm said her response was “ehh, why not” 😂😂
This happened a few weeks ago. Party was on a warship, and started to throw barrels of gunpowder into the water to stop the Shaugain from boarding... And promptly blows up their own ship... killing everyone.
We were playing 3.0, freshly out at the time, we converted our old high level character (lvl 15-16) we played for many years on AD&D, then when we visited a special Elder Sage living at the top room of a tower of nearly a miles high. The wizard of our group wanted to impress us and decided to jump out the window (instead of taking the stairs again) and let himself fall to the ground to cast a spell at the last second before he hit the ground. so far nothing wierd, but the Dm do his job and ask the wizard "What spell do you cast?" The wizard answer: "Cat Fall, it garantees I always fall standing on my feet" I tell him; "Dude, you still fell a whole miles!" Then the DM read the spell and confirm it: Generous amount of Ketchup spread over about fifty foot around the landing zone...
My Gnome fell in a hole, a foot wide, 4 feet deep, and said hole got covered by a fallen tree, my DM felt so bad the sweet Gnome had horribly suffocated to death, he made a side quest to ressurect her
My story, home brew setting (dozens of worlds and full Planescape content, all connected by weird Gates and Rifts) but connected to those. We even had a run in with The Enemy eventually.
It may be a not as spectacular as other stories but quite a dumb move: Currently play in a game (5e) with some friends. 2 Paladins, 2 fighters, a rogue, a blood hunter and the druid. We were level 2 in our third session and he was actually on his second druid as the first one died in a combat with some skeletons in our opening session which was kinda unlucky for him. (He tried to save a friend who was knocked out and the dice simply didn't go his way. Also two of the party members decided not to participate in the fight, so we had a hard time.) Anyway we were in a magical dungeon inside a mine. The creatures in there were giving us a hard time (some of us nearly died and we just survived because we helped each other out several times) and all of us were quite careful by now... except our druid. After passing a saw trap (which the druid activated to see how it worked, but didn't take too much damage) we reached a room which was far bigger than the others with a giant obelisk in the middle of it. I was like "Sounds like a boss room to me" (I literally said something like this and it was telegraphed through the description by the DM), but our druid decided to enter anyway. Lucky for him the DM concepted the room to be a riddle for us before the boss fight. So after some discussions we solved it and a stair into a dark room emerged. While trying to figure out if our characters with dark vision could see anything the druid decided he'd had enough, so he went down the stairs... having almost no armor (AC 13) and being not a strong fighter. He faced three nothics down there which gave him instant damage with rotting gaze, we all rolled poor on initiative (so the creatures began) and he was torn into shreds. We even carried his corpse through the rest of the dungeon to revive him, but the ritual to do so failed almost causing an old lady to die. So he lost two characters in three sessions. After that he said he wouldn't participate in this campaign any more. Sorry for the long text.
When you said "Sounds like a boss room, to me," I have to wonder what kind of inflection you spoke with. If the main stress was on the word boss, it could have been interpreted as boss as in "cool" or "awesome." If that's the case, he could have taken it as a sign that you thought it was a good idea to check it out.
I missed a punch and hit my own leg so hard that my incredibly explosive spine blew up the city i was in. Apparently street samurai's with a nuclear core is a bad idea
As a preface to this I had been playing this character for about a year at this point. We had a new player who was playing a Bard. I was playing a homebrew samurai class, I was in front of the Bard and he decided he was going to use Shout (I think that was the name of the spell). One of the things Shout does is shatter crystalline objects. My armor and swords where made of crystalline alloy. I also had an enchantment on my gear that caused it to teleport into my bag of holding when it breaks. Unfortunately that put my bag of holding over its weight limit ripping the bag and dropping the equivalent of 5 nukes lol.
Our DM has a 100 sided dice called the "Skullcrusher" die. Every session, each player gets one use of this die, if you roll 95-100 you get a success with some sort of grandiose outcome. If you roll a 1-5 then you fail, and I'll just say you don't want to fail. So we are fighting a group of pirates who have pulled up next to our ship and most of us have jumped over to theirs to make fighting a little easier as most of us are melee characters. Our Barbarian is on the edge of their ship on the opposite side of the enemy captain from our Bard. When it gets to our Bard's turn, he lets out a Thunderwave that the Barbarian fails the saving throw for. The Barbarian goes overboard and attempts to climb the side of the ship to get back into the fight, and in an attempt to do so faster, decides to roll the Skullcrusher. He rolled a 6. So he's safe right? Wrong. In an earlier session, one of our players rolled a 94 on the Skullcrusher and in an act of mercy, our DM allowed it to be successful, with the forewarning that the next roll that comes close to a failure would be extra detrimental. So, this roll of a 6 was indeed a failure. A giant shark proceeded to leap from the ocean below and chew our Barbarian in half while tossing him around like a rag doll. His lower half was taken by the shark as the rest of him sat at the surface of the water screaming and thrashing as a giant Kraken tentacle grabbed him and pulled him to the bottom of the sea. Now, the Barbarian player's new character is a Warlock who's patron is the very same Kraken that killed his character (I think). P.S. Before myself (a Paladin) and our Cleric could decide what to do with the Bard for technically killing a fellow party member, the Bard was killed the next session by evil fish people. P.P.S. We are running Tomb of Annihilation so we can't revive anyone.
That was my game, and that campaign used all kinds of stuff from various book series, mostly because it was a world hopping campaign in service to a variety of Gods.
Here is a little fun history After a boss batlle of an extremely long dungeon crawl our mage was extremely low. (like 1-2 hp )Being the greedy little shit he was he decided to grab a cursed ancient artefact and got cursed with "having to roll for everything for a day" here is how it went Mage:so if i wanna go across the room i have to roll? Dm:yup Mage: i wanna go across the room Mage: *rolls* nat 1 DM: *rolls damge* nat 20 After that our dm had to describe how our mage tried to walk forward hes legs failed and faceplanted so hard that he died
My first homebrew session, second actually for this one, two players had to be joined into the story, and then, one of them tried to steal the winnings from the first character, who apparently has the luck of a GOD on their side, and when the new char tried to steal, the first player uses dwarf grapple or something something, and INSTANTLY killed him
In a prison break campaign we had a player come in as a neutral evil tiefling, which I didn’t think would be too bad until he started a fight with our groups power gamer. The tiefling player got knocked out in one round and had to continue with the group at 1hp. Needless to say when they ran into a zombie ogre the party had no qualms about leaving him to fight it solo. As they left the cell block their last sight of the tiefling was him being choke slammed into a prison toilet.
In a game of Starfinder I was killed in a combat arena rules by a bunch of Drow. One of the other players managed to taunt the leader and her guardians to come fight us personally and I was slain in the ensuing battle. This was right around the time the Borais race (an undead of sorts) came out, so I was allowed to be resurrected as an undead. Immediately after resurrecting, I tackled the enemy leader into a spike pit killing us both instantly. I then made a deal with a diety to resurrect again.
The way my group deals with people leaving or not being there is essentially ignoring the fact they are supposed to be present and sticking them with the group when they return ; these are the rules we tend to stick by and rarely had it caused an issue up until this event a bout a month ago , basically we stuck our toes in a dungeon we happened across , a few things happened before the previous session ended an over powered npc that is essentially a god got knocked unconscious after our war forged wild magic sorcerer let loose a massive wild magic surge through the area (I don’t remember why ) but one of the effects he rolled was the next spell the fighter with a cantrip feat cast would make all demons in a couple hundred feet radius explode . The dm understands that this is gonna do SO much damage he has to deal with but it happens when the fighter goes to help repair the sorcerer , we follow the hallway the npc went down after and find him in a pile of rubble on one side of the room and a pile of demon on the opposite side , I pick up the nocturnal after freeing him and after a bit of rooting through the pile of demon chunks by the sorcerer and fighter we go to leave and the session ends ; the score red gets off work around the same time the game starts so we begin without him as usual ; we are leaving the dungeon and end up running into another group of cultists on out very short trip back out the front door , as this is happening the sorcerer arrives almost on time for once , he comes to awareness lying on the ground in the room we ended the last session , cultists surround the metal man prodding him with spears , he tries the tried and true forte of most of our party , bat shit crazy bluffs and or risks and hoping for the best , he claims he’s their god possessing a suit of armor and demands they remove their spears , normally we roll rather high on our stunts like these ; not this time , nope he got an 8 and the cultists made the save and out goes his lights , mean while we have NO idea what to do cause meta knowledge and what not so we carry on leaving as we were none the wiser , and that’s the stupidest character death I’ve ever seen , not counting my characters best friend the bard jumping into a pool of lava thinking it would be a painless and instant suicide not 10 in game minutes earlier
My own story. A small makeshift module for one player with some options to add more if things get rolling. An outcast level 1 half-elf ranger was wandering the woods looking for a place to call home. He stumbles upon a cave and decided to investigate. Inside he found remains of some goblins, remains of a party of adventurers and a sleeping gryffin. His action? Attack the gryffin while it sleeps! Two turns into it, he's bleeding hard and decides to run. As soon as he's out of the cave and the gryffin spreads it's wings, he's dead. The shortest campaign in my experience. He still cannot explain what made him attack the beast instead of quietly looting the place and getting away before the host wakes up.
One of my players had just joined us. He was being carried by a crowd one of the other players had gathered. The guy uses inflict wounds to get them to put him down. The poor sap gets trampled to outright death. I rolled a single d20 to decide the damage, and roll a 20. That is enough to outright kill him, pushing beyond the chance of death saves.
Ok, my group was playing Lost mines of Phandelver, we got to the redbrand hideout and made our way through the place, splitting the party and putting on redbrand clothes. My half orc paladin (with the brain of a rock) got drunk with some of the redbrands, when the rest of the party attacked, he made it his drunken job to save these poor bandits from 9 level 3 PCs, safe to say he was killed, but to add, he was let ablaze, burning to ashes as the beer in his body lit on fire.
I’ve got one. Our group was playing Storm King’s Thunder. Some fire giants were destroying a small town and our aasimar bard thought it was a good idea to fly in front of them with his glowing golden wings and try to charm them. They easily passed and the DM described how one of the fire giants threw half a building at him and insta-killed him.
My friends and I were playing RIFTS, one of our players "Silk" thought it would be a good idea to kick a tank as he stared down the barrel. He was upset and felt cheated when the tank blew off his head.
My friends and I played the Lord of the Rings pen and paper once. It was one of those "warm-up" missions put in the core rulebooks, usually ment to get new players into the meat and potatoes of things. Since we all had quite a few sessions in other systems under our belt, we jumped into it, looking forward to whatever shenanignans we could do in this system. We had a four player party, a dwarf warrior, a Rohirim shield maiden (my character) and a elven couple, consisting of a mage and a ranger (the characters of my best friend and his GF respectivley). The timeline was set somewhere between the first Lord of the Rings movie and the second, our quite curious group tasked with infiltrating a merchant caravan that was suspected by a local lord to be run by minions of Sauron, acting as spies, assassins or whatever the Dark Lord so desired in whatever land they passed through. We manage to get the caravan leader to hire us as extra guards by literally the dwarf and my shield maiden beating the living crap out if the allready hired guards, under the premise of "if those weakling loose to us, how much of a fight could they put up against a real threat?". So far so good. We get in the caravan and start looking around as unsuspiciously as possible, involving some nice roleplaying on the side of our dwarf and me while our elf couple mainly stays on the sidelines and "observe thing with their keen elven senses". Nothing wrong about that but then our elven mage decides to do some investigating himself. Now, up to this point this guy allways played ridiculously charismatic characters like Bards, was used to the fact that he could talk his way out of everything if he botched his RP. So he walks up to the most shady looking merchant, a stern looking, leather clad lady that our DM described as what one would imagine a sterotypical dominatrix and starts talking her up. The merchant mentions how unusual it is to see an elf around these parts and a magic user on top of that and what possibly could have gotten him out of his cozy forest and into the world. Now, the lord who gave us this task told us to be very, very, veeeeeeery secretive about our mission, since if we really dealt with a whole caravan of Saurons servants, telling them that we were sent to spy on them was outright suicide. We all agreed to that, that would go without saying. So what does our mage answer? He casually blubs out "Ya, lord X send me and my companions to investigate this caravan since he suspects that is run by servants of Mordor." The DM, I and the dwarves player stare at him in dumbfounded silence. After a good five minutes of trying to comprehend the utter insanity of what just happened, the DM sigh and tells us "As soon as you say that, the merchant lady takes out a small whistle, sounding a shrill signal. Not even a minute later, the whole caravan decends on you, weapons in hand, overwhelming you so soundly that you can´t even think even putting up a fight. Gratulations, we are not even an hour in and you just killed the whole group."
I was running my first game. One of my players created an elven woman called Shitalicious. I allowed it because I thought "why not?" During the prologue, I threw high level enemies at them expecting them to run away. They did, but Shita ended up engaged with the BBEG. Shita asked me if he could throw shit at the BBEG to blind him and get rid of his reaction. I allowed it, and he rolled a 3. I described how the elven woman slipped and fell on her own shit and how the BBEG proceeded to raise his trident over Shita and impale her in one strike.
In a delta green game (a coc style game in modern day) we were researching a chemical plant and our federal agent decided to try making pipebombs in his house without even checking out the plant. He rolls a crit fail blows himself up along with his daughter, wife and, best friend who was over for dinner. the number he rolled is still an unlucky number to this day
I was on a Star Wars The Old Republic era camping, the four of us were on a captured cruise ship, and we were trying to get inside the bridge. This was my first campaign ever and second session. I have the brilliant idea of knocking on the door. I ALMOST died, but we managed to succeed at the end. I jokingly say to this day I was very successful at infiltrating the ship, followed by "you may question my methods, but not my results", also I would refer to my character as "Sharr Brantov, The Door Buster". Also, we played at the local place, and we heard some guys talking about a new campaign. We keep playing and a little later we hear laughter, and a guy comes in, mentioning his character was killed by a drunk beggar in the first five minutes. We didn't even ask how or why.
Shadowrun Story: It's times like that that I REALLY like having the Cat-Fall Spell (it reduces the effective distance you fall thus reducing the damage taken on landing - if the spell reduces the effective distance to 0 or less than 6 feet, you take no damage. As a side effect, you also land on your feet)... Levitate is also a GREAT spell to know when in situations where falling could be a problem...
I was playing a Goliath in 3.5, good at climbing and jumping and being strong. We were exploring a dwarven stronghold when we found a giant spiral staircase going up. The stairwell had no walls, and the bricks were ancient and crumbling and as we set foot on the stairs, found we had entered an anti-magic zone. (Our DM was tired of us avoiding everything with flight, dimension door, and feather fall combos.) With my insane bonuses to Reflex, Climb, and Acrobatics, I told everyone to climb onto my back (and I carried the other party members) as I ran full speed up the stairs. This way, if any stairs broke, only one character would have to make saves. Needless to say, it was going great until I critically failed hundreds of feet up the stairs. Over the edge we go! The entire party is now falling to our deaths in a anti-magic zone. My character threw each party member back on to the stairs, but was unable to save himself, falling to his death. He is now forever remembered as "Fumbles, the Stairs Giant".
I got one from a campaign a couple years ago, something about our party inadvertently getting enslaved to a neutrality deity trying to become supreme by having the extreme gods take eachother out, even though our group was 8th level. DM established at the start that we wouldn't need a healer, as our benefactor would just resurrect us to keep doing his bidding. So our party consisted of; a tiefling wizard, a dragonborn ranger, a triton fighter, and myself as a tabaxi barbarian. The catch was the dm was using a custom table reincarnate spell for us, instead of the handful of standard player options he put together 50 vaguely humanoid monstrosities for this list, including celestial fey fiend and undead options. If any of us would die we'd roll on his table to see what we'd get brought back as, immediately if it was out of combat, next round after our turn if it was in combat. The triton fighter & myself had the worst luck through out he campaign, he ended up getting rerolled 4 times and myself 6 times, across a campaign that only lasted about 2 dozen sessions. But here's a few notable times our characters had died . . . Early on in the campaign we'd been tasked with hunting down some prestigious noble who was doing blackmarket deals with an alchemist, but since our ranger had ties with the market guild and our wizard was an ace at social investigation, we figured out they'd regularly trade in an underground dock. And with another shipment happening tomorrow we went ahead and snuck in past the guards, between some illusions distractions and fortunate stealth rolls, we were able to infiltrate into secluded docks unobserved and planned on ambushing any guards returning to the barracks, waiting till the right time to catch the noble & alchemist redhanded while hiding the bodies in their bunks. Thing was we couldn't find the barracks, it was an underground laboratory where guards would take shifts coming down to keep an eye on it; and with the time to spare we looted a handful of unknown potions to take with us, including a florescent blue one. Unfortunately we didn't get as much time to prepare as we hoped because we ran into the alchemist, and promptly gave chase with the guards weaponizing the potions like grenades to emulate different spell effects in an area, such as a molten red being carpeting flame or yellow being guiding bolt and so on. Taking some damage on the way as we beat back the guards but racing the alchemist to the only boat on the dock, only a couple rounds behind them as they get onto the ship and prepare to flee; I was leading the charge being the fastest but also just swatting people out of the way and taking quite a few attacks of opportunity, the triton fighter was right behind me doubletapping any guards still in the way as he tried to keep up, with the ranger and wizard hanging back and taking advantage of the line of sight they had with the boat for their own spells. The alchemist pokes his head out long enough to toss a flask of animate dead at my feet immediately getting me surrounded by those I've been killing on the way, and since the mob is blocking off the path to the boat while the triton fighter's turn is first, he runs up to the crowd I'm stuck in and declares "I'm going to whip out that florescent blue potion and drink it". The dm stuttered for a moment with the expected "what are you sure, you guys haven't even tried to identify it yet". Since my character was the only one in earshot to him, I was the only one that got the chance to try talking him out of it, except intelligence was my dump stat and instead convinced him it was a potion of enlarge person. The dm again asked if he wanted to follow-through with it since my character clearly sounded unsure, but he shrugged with a "nah it'll be fine". With a sighing facepalm, the dm then tells me to make a dexterity saving throw with disadvantage since I don't have room to dodge anywhere commenting the impromptu hoard around me also is penalized for being clustered, I didn't critically fail but I was on so low of health by that point it didn't matter, I dropped along with some of the zombies. When the fighter asked what about himself, the DM told him to go ahead and roll on the reincarnation table; then proceeded to narrate to ranger and wizard they were at a safe distance, briefly catching the fighter get out the florescent blue potion and chug it, immediately exploding into a blast of chain lightning disintegrating him from massive damage and taking me with him, along with a few of the zombies but still more were in the way. The fighter rerolled and turned into a tortle, and I bled out before the other two moved close enough to help and I rerolled into a hobgoblin. In a later incident, we'd been abducted by a greater demon and thrown into a hellish gladiatorial tournament. During a previous scuffle with some trolls, I'd died a couple times and been brought back as an aasimar, the fighter had died once inbetween and brought back as a dwarf. The tournament was one of those 'if you win your prize is being sent back to the mortal material plane' kinds of things, which we needed to do because this was a sidetrack we weren't sent on by our neutrality patron, but he could still reincarnate us at least though couldn't pull us out of the imprisonment. We got a long rest inbetween rounds and to strategize, but otherwise our options were limited since there were more powerful hellspawn keeping the contestants caged and bound to the arena; so we quietly agreed to fight recklassly, concluding the other contestants were other adventurers and would be expecting some sort of tactics. The first few bouts went surprisingly well, not flawless victories but nobody was in danger of dropping. Until we faced a pair of clerics, an arcane cleric and a death cleric. Between a sanctuary spirit shroud and crown of madness, we were struggling to fight back, since we were too busy fighting eachother; until the ranger and wizard decided to nuke the field with their breathweapon and a fireball, dropping me & the fighter. The arcana cleric followed up with a hypnotic pattern to stun them while the other attacked us to put us down. The fighter got reincarnated as a dryad and I was brought back as a different aasimar subrace, and I had another close call before we won. But we had differing opinions on how useful friendly fire is since whoever's surviving would have to wait 2 turns before help arrives, though we quickly dismissed the notion of killing eachother to try our luck at turning back to normal.
Ranger got captured by an enemy druid, was bound, and the druid was whittling his HP away with basic attacks. As he had a lot of HP, he started taunting the druid, hoping to attract the rest of the party to his rescue. He did get their attention, however, his taunting became a very deliberate reminding me (the DM) about the 'coup de grace' rules regarding bound targets. He lost his head 1 round before his rescuers arrived.
went to the loo on the outer edge of camp was asked to role perspective check one long story short there was a lot of lightning from a trap set by the wizard
One of my players, a kobold conjuration wizard got his head trapped in tiny door after his Enlarge spell ended, nearly choking him to death, i say nearly because the parties paladin didnt want him to suffer ( also revenge for a fireball earlier). As some of you may have realised, a conjuration wizard can teleport using one of its class abilities
I was DMing dragon heist for some friends that were new to d&d. Session 1 the bard gets attacked by a stirge in the yawning portal, nat 1s to hit the stirge on his arm and nearly cuts his arm off, and proceeds to flirt with the bar maid who came forward to keep him from bleeding to death.
About a year ago I played one of my most broken characters ever. Sir Jommut Steelshaper (a firbolg forge domain cleric who was abandoned as a child and raised by dwarves), was an absolute beast. My dm allowed me to use the main ability of the forge domain to, instead of just creating lesser items, essentially modify any piece of weaponry or armor. This lead to a +5 dragon-scale-imbued shield, some crazy plate armor, and a magical cup (not the drinking kind) which gave me another very needed +5. With all this said and done, I had an AC of about 29. At level 6... eventually me and the DM decided Jommut made the game no fun for anyone else. He was the tank, healer, and dps (gotta love inflict wounds). We began to scheme up ways to kill Jommut, without making it look too forced. We tried for about 2 months, nothing worked, he was just too damn monstrous. Finally, my DM has had enough, and literally has two other party members attack Jommut in his sleep. Of course Jommut sleeps in full armor, why wouldn’t he? He proceeded to wake up, and slap them both to the ground so fast they didn’t even have time to say “I’m sorry” before he inflicted so many wounds on them that they exploded into a mist of blood bone shards. Eventually Jommut just got sucked away to another plane of existence where I’m pretty sure he’s still fighting battle after battle in an arena where everything is designed specifically to kill him. How long he will live on in that arena, I do not know, but I do know that he will live on in my heart forever.
in a storage room full of barrels of 'black powder' , the wizard who was smart but not wise, I quote this 'Im just going to use a small firebolt to see if it's flammable' whole party killed in one go
"Sometimes the dice just do not like you" Reminds me of my first session XD I got awful rolls on all my checks in my first ever session, and I even scored a Nat 1 on a Perception check as our group was travelling to a city called Crafthold (which hurt even more as my character has the highest Passive Perception of the entire group, so I was the first to notice noises heading our way). Due to the overwhelming nature of the situation she found herself in, my character just tried to curl up into a ball and make herself as small as possible. She's 6ft 9, possibly the tallest member of the group at the time
I was a lawful good in an evil game, and the other two players tried to change my alignment forcefully, so they trapped me under a bunch of rocks, but the wizard dropped one on his foot, and failed all of his death saves and died.
As a DM I ruled that the quicken spell feat could let you cast a spell with a single chosen word or action. The party's sorcerer asked if he could take this multiple times and I said yes because why not. He decided to cast fireball on the words 'yes' or 'no'. Cleric - "Do you need healing?" Sorcerer - "Yes, I mean no" Everyone in that small room took a lot of fire damage.
Not my group, but one time my friend was in a homebrew campaign with a bunch of chaotic evil aligned PCs. The wizard and the fighter were arguing. The entire party ganged up on the fighter and dunked him in melted cheese, froze him, and then left him in a cave of ice spiders that ended up eating him alive.
Best death was from a fractured fairy tale by my uncle. My brother and I were between ages 9 & 12 and being little turds about going to bed. We continued being little turds during the story, so he killed us off in hilarious fashion. He knew that I had been swimming every chance I got since I was 3 and spent multiple summers at the local pool. So, he decided that, in his story, I would die by drowning. How? Because, I saw my reflection in the water and dove in to save myself. Then, once in the water, I couldn't figure out which way was up. My brother, seeing that I was in trouble, dove off the dock, from before dock reaches the water, and right onto the rocks. I still get a chuckle out of it whenever I think about it these 30 or so years later.
This happened last session. I am running the dragon Heist of waterdeep for my players and they have sided with the zhentarim. Well they ended up running into the other faction of zhentarim in the city and one of my players started asking who they work for and there was a bit of back-and-forth between this player and the NPC and the player divulged who he worked for so the NPC reached out to shake his hand and when the player responded by shaking hands the NPC stab him in the heart with two multi attacks plus sneak attack he took over 50 points of damage and died
He tossed a brick at a wall and rolled a 1, It bounced back and crited him.
Why the roll??
Ah yes,
D&D 1
That reminds me of a (supposedly true) story of a would-be vandal who threw a brick at a window in order to break it, and the brick bounced off and hit him in the head, requiring a hospital visit. I also seem to recall reading that the window "glass" in this case was actually plastic, for the exact reason that it wouldn't break as easily as glass.
@@daleyhuard3675 He asked for a roll
Daley Huard The wall's AC?
"Duck!"
_"Where?!"_
And then for the druid to be taken out by a tree. oh the irony.
The fact that was the immediate response made this moment *golden*
Still gotta say it though... "Props for staying in Character." ;o)
@@gnarthdarkanen7464 I've actually never played DnD. I'm a homeschooled 15 year old who never goes anywhere where they play this type of game. Don't you usually get to roll for save in situations like this?
@@ezrah.2650 Failed perception roll. You can't dodge if you don't know what's coming.
"Is there fall damage in DnD?" Yes. Yes there is.
Not when you have 143hp and ac18 plus Shield 🛡 and is raging
Every single PC I make has inexplicably some how suffered massive fall damage. I have a reputation
Durable totem bear barbarian says no
@@doomgod314 ..
Are you suuuure?? Nah, I'ma jump that well anyway
we were running a one shot, and have a lot of homebrew spells, one is called big boom. it does exactly what it says. it gives fireball a 300ft radius. they used it in a last attempt to kill the boss.
the boss was a pit fiend.
it's immune to fire.
the spell killed everyone.
"Who ever heard of creatures who are immune to Fireball?!" Wizard's last words before TPK.
New spell: Big Oof. Just as everyone dies from Big Boom, the Roblox oof sound effect is heard from the heavens.
Oh God a 600ft diameter just sounds like a nuke
Fireball is not a good single target damage spell anyway
I was still new to d&d. I was under the impression that common clothes counted as light armor. 7 sessions into this 10 session campaign, my monk triggers a fire trap. DM: "You manage to dodge the flames but your clothes catch fire". Me: "What clothes?" Table bursts into laughter. Bard: "just be a man and take off your clothes, handsome! (Bard kept trying to seduse me but I kept passing the saves) Me: "SERIOUSLY GUYS. I can't wear light armor so I can't wear common clothes". Table gets dead quiet. Bard: " You're serious, aren't you?" I nod. DM: " SO YOU WERE IN YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT WHEN YOU WERE AUCTIONING MAGIC ITEMS 4 SESSIONS AGO?!" Me: "yep"
TL;DR: Monk spends months with a party and auctions magic items to an entire town and no one realized he was naked the entire time.
Sometimes, dignity is the only thing that dies. XD
I really don't want to know what Flurry of Blows is for this monk....
@@SH-qs7ee Oh but I do...
@@SH-qs7ee do note that (at least in dd3.5) unarmed strikes can be made with any part of the body...
(And there is a feat that lets you deal piercing damage with unarmed strikes)
Stealth 100000
One of my friends ate a solid gold frog that I openly anounced was cursed, which was also covered with eldritch writing... And then complainrd when his soul was trapped in the frog
And thus, the chocolate frogs from Harry Potter were born.
I was a DM for a group of 3 who wanted a fightpit campaign. The party wizard, Wayland Zard (Way Zard for short) had gained a curse that made him lose 1 hp for each spell cast. He had just ended a tough fight with a massive snake in the arena, with 1 hp left. After succesfully killing it he, knowing casting another spell would end him, cast magic missle to riddle the body full of holes and slipped away into unconsciousness. None of the other players wanted to save him so he quietly passed away failing three death saves while being carried on the fighters back. The party realized he was gone after they found the wizard was naked as he always just illusioned his robes.
Why did no one try to save him though?
Our party's Wookie failed a DC 5 jump check and fell off of Cloud City. DM gave the two closest PC's rolls to grab him, and they both rolled garbage. Bye bye Newbaka.
*wookie SCREEEEAAAaaaammmm...*
Ooh, there's a Star Wars tabletop RPG, or is it D&D Homebrew?
@@saturniidspectre yep and as far as I know it runs on an old d6 only system I used to play a droid named WLK-R7... everyone just called me "walker"
@@Asta_The_Necromancer there’s edge of the empire which uses its set of dice and my friends play it a lot
@@Asta_The_Necromancer There are 2 more modern versions, one uses the D20 system of AD&D 3.5 and the other uses the Saga rules of AD&D 4.0 (or something very close to 4th Edition, I don't know, I refuse to acknowledge or play Saga Edition)...
The most TERRIFYING Star Wars D20 game I ever heard of had a friend of mine KNOWN for killing Game Worlds (not just campaigns, WORLDS) somehow convinced his GM to allow him to play an Ewok Jedi Guardian... at least it wasn't a Jawa Jedi...
I as player was presented a nuke with 3 wires to cutt. I thought that the bomb would simply cease to work if
I cutt all the wires. So i bought some sheers and blew up myself and new York is now a smoldering crater (This was actually a tpk).
"I cutt all the wires!" Is now an inside joke in our group.
Well, how else could you be certain?
*Cut
I just got hit by a nuke in the Magic capitol city, Im from, with 2 party members of party A, and it was because of Party B.
Lucky the campaign is crazy and it was nearly all undone.
Little known fact, there is usually an on/ off switch.
@@christophersanders3252 I just learned this from Sherlock five days ago XD
My Dwarven friend thought that yeeting the Paladin across a puzzle room was a good idea...he died
I remember when this channel didn't even have 1k subs. I feel like a proud parent.
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See that boy over there
Im first sub over on neon goblin right now
Feeling hopeful 🙃
We were running Unearthed Arcana, my character was a smoke para genasi mystic who died because I had him pull the wrong lever in a castle.
His last words, which were cut off mid sentence circa Sopranos: "Why...does he even... have... That...lev..."
Emperor's New Groove! I like it.
One person in our party is notorious for making terrible decisions because he just wants to see what will happen. This time he was playing as a halfling and we were in a lair of some sort. The DM casually mentioned there was mushrooms and he immediately said "I WANNA EAT THE MUSHROOM." Even with a lot of shouting from the rest of us and the DM saying eh most likely will die, he did it anyways. Thanks to an NPC with a healing potion, he survived with 1 hp. He then proceeded to nat 1 fail a perception check and walked off a cliff and died.
I was playing a level 1 rogue with an entertainer background. My group was settling in a town for the night and I didn't want to pay for the night so I decided to street perform in the street next to the lodging rolled a nat 1 trying to juggle my daggers, my level 1 rogue gets stabbed with all three daggers while trying to catch them, so I have to roll 3D4 damage on a PC with only 9 hit points. Long story short, rogue accidentally stabs themselves three times while trying to juggle
The party walks into the main foyer of a haunted castle & we get immediately attacked.
I rolled absolute garbage and was killed by a flying candlestick literally ten seconds after walking into the room.
the irony on the lava guy XD
Attacking a cokatrice WITHOUT an actual weapon. After all, he's a xychil and have those builtin swords... What could go wrong ? Fails his save against petrification, then, fails his system shock when returned to his normal state.
We played some deadlands and my friend got hung for stealing a horse. None of us wanted to risk arrest and save him so we watched him struggle, piss himself and finally die
My friend (chaotic something rogue) was turned into a duck by a divination hag after he attempted murder and also messed with the severed hand and eye of Vecna, a necromancer.
Recent occurrence in a Tomb of Annihilation campaign.
Our Dwarf Barbarian was attempting to swim across a Raging River to get to the other side to fight a Poison Arrow Sniper, instead of crossing the Log Bridge that lied over it. He was doing pretty well on his Athletic throws to swim across, until he got halfway there. At that point, he began to roll low on his Athletic checks, despite having a +7 to them, and slide closer to the edge that overlooked a pool of Lava. Needless to say, the Dwarf died going downriver while screaming "I'm good at this!" At the top of his lungs.
Second ever session I had ever played. My character found a bag of magic beans, and my DM encouraged me to plant one. A bullette shot out of the ground, in melee with the entire level 2party. Our sorcerer tried to run. The bullette insta killed him with a single attack. Never felt so awful XD
That last tale is one where the dice are trying to drop hints that you should play a different character now.
He wanted to walk elegantly down the stairs... rolled a nat 1.
In the middle of a combat encounter he walked up to an obviously evil statue of Strahd, and touched it, summoning 5 shadows to instakill his character.
I feel sorry for the bard.
In our party’s fledgling campaign during our 3rd session, following some combat with some kobolds, our party stumbled upon some gas spores. They are mushrooms which when ruptured inflict a nasty effect if you fail a constitution save. This effect reads that an affected party member will roll a d12 and add your CON modifier to determine how long they have to live without intervention. One of my party members had a horribly stated character. And he had a negative one CON modifier. Upon failing his CON save he rolled a D12 to determine how many hours he had to live. He rolled a Nat 1. Upon rolling the DM and affected party member both concluded that by rolling 1 and having a negative 1 in CON he should immediately die. Thus the noble and childlike Rat, (which was his full name) and his familiar, (also named Rat(who was a demon masquerading as a rat)) met an untimely end.
Healer-tank cleric shaped mushroom cloud has had me rolling for a while.
We had a player who wanted to switch characters, so we sacrificed her to lure a group of Kobolds into a pit, a la Timon and Pumbaa.
Total party kill from a Gnome with a crossbow
I had a tieflin and globlin launch my Genasei at a dragon using a ballista so I could get in range to smite it it. their aim was off, I missed, the dragon laughed, I was used as a clay Pidgeon. I was dead before I hit the ground
Rolled 2 nat 1s as a rouge with advantage on a stealth roll. Got found out, tried to run. Came up to a gap in the ground 60 feet deep but only 10 feet across. I had low strength and well. It was either die to being stabbed by several enemies or try the jump. I failed it and with my lower health went splat
It was me, twice. Was playing my first ever dnd campaign, Tomb of Anhilation. My first character, a Goliath ranger (yes, I know, not optimal) and the rest of the group was lost in the woods of chult, so I cast speak with animals, and asked the dm if there's any animals nearby. "Yes, you see in a lake nearby that there's a crocodile in the lake" so I go speak to the crocodile. "Hey Mr crocodile, do you know where we are right now, we're a little lost" the crocodile responded "hm, yes I will tell you if you enter my lake"
I asked the dm for an insight check, rolled Single digits, and the dm says " he seems sincere, you don't think he's lying." So I walked into the lake, immediately got swarmed by 5 crocadiles and an alpha crocodile who bit my character and dragged me off. My party just watched me then walked off. I don't blame them.
I was doing a campaign where while the rest of my party had kept dying, I had yet to even take damage, and I joking claimed I was doing a no damage run. After a fight with a CR 4 Speed Specialized Warforged, during which I used my Stones Endurance ability (Goliath Fighter btw) because they exploded upon death, we were teleported into the middle of the forest by a Fey, and had no choice but to play his games. We managed to escape the forest without running into a single encounter and left behind a sad and lonely Fey. A few minutes later, we chanced upon a small child hacking at a tree with a wood sword, and I asked him what he was doing. He told me he was training to become a Warrior, I said "Oh cool" and continued on. As the party is walking past, the little shit turns around, and hits me with his sword, doing 1 damage. 1 point of damage that I can't negate because I had not taken a short rest since I last used my Stones Endurance ability. Being a Neutral Good character, I do the natural and reasonable thing and drop kick the kid into the tree.
WHAAAAAT??! I take it your DM changed your alignment after that. lol
@@houseofmartok4518 Well I didn't actually drop kick the kid, I just rolled intimidation against him and he ran into it. I just thought saying I drop kicked the kid would be funnier, because it's what I actually wanted to do at that point.
Was running tomb of annihilation, the party had a guide and a few other things, but they were still level 1. They went into the jungle, I think they were planning to stumble around until they found something of value. The first thing I have them see is the mother triceratops encounter, as a “hey look a dinosaur, we should probably not do anything too risky.” Then one of the players decided it would be cool if he could tame it. I gave him multiple warnings that this was a horrible idea but he insisted. The character ended up gored on one of the horns instantly dying
I was tired of playing a character that everyone else hated, so I blew himself up
My brother once literally dove headfirst into a sphere of annihilation after “testing” it with a dead body.
During my first session was the first time I had a character death, and despite being a DND rookie, it will probably remain one of my dumbest deaths. My cousin was the DM, and her boyfriend and I were the players. I was playing a Human rogue and he was an Elven bard, so we were both pretty squishy to begin with. We were playing the Dragon of Icespire Peak campaign, part of the Essentials Kit. After some shenanigans in town, we pick up a quest to warn an old lady a day away about the dragon that's been flying around. When we get to her place, and she is being besieged by a manticore. My character was an experienced burglar whose skills were rusty after years of disuse, and wanted to try to sneak the woman out. The bard on the other hand... He wanted to fight it. So I tried to sneak attack it. I role, and... 1.
The thing was now alerted to my presence and charged at me Right at me, straight past the bard. The bard does not attack it, and instead proceeds to go to the lady. My character is not the type to take that kind of betrayal lying down, especially when he has lost half his health. What my character didn't know, was that the bard had gotten a healing potion from the lady. But since my character didn't know about that, he proceeded with operation bardic doom. My character yelled to the manticore, "Look, he's stealing your meal." The manticore then goes after the bard. I fail another arrow sneak attack, and it goes after me. The manticore then gives us the option to pay it off. We have enough money, but the bard has other plans. I then try to get the manticore to team up with me to kill the bard. The bard does likewise. We go back and forth like this until it just finishes me off. It then goes after the bard and turns him into mincemeat. We both actually enjoyed the total BS our characters engaged in and reused our characters when we played again with more people. All in all, I thought it was a hilarious way to end my first session.
Ok so funny story I've played that campaign before and died in that same encounter. I was playing a half-elf monk and in a previous adventure had obtained a Pole of Colapsing, a small pole that can extend to up to 10 feet long and shrink down at will. So we were fighting the manticore and the DM says it flies up and tells me to make an attack of opportunity. I tell the DM I want to jump up and ride the Manticore as it flies. My plan was to put the small pole upright in its mouth and activate it to either break its jaw or potentially even shatter the skull. I succeed my rolls to grab it and the DM tells me I need to make strength rolls every turn to hold on. My very next turn, I rolled a 5. DM then describes how I lose my grip and fall to my death
I've got one of these. We were doing the Sunless Citadel. I hadn't realised that the staircase at the entrance wasn't lit so I just fell down the stairs. The momentum from the fall carried me into a pitfall trap where I got bitten by a rat once and died
My first campaign was sunless citadel and I was a Dragonborn fighter (he’s now an eldritch knight with a scary ass scythe), and I rolled to seduce the kobold queen and barely rolled high enough. My dm said her response was “ehh, why not” 😂😂
That last one- if there's ever a time to just straight up EAT the die, that would be it.
Valheru Vader sounds like the next villain of a campaign....
Go for it! My story and campaign.
This happened a few weeks ago. Party was on a warship, and started to throw barrels of gunpowder into the water to stop the Shaugain from boarding... And promptly blows up their own ship... killing everyone.
We were playing 3.0, freshly out at the time, we converted our old high level character (lvl 15-16) we played for many years on AD&D, then when we visited a special Elder Sage living at the top room of a tower of nearly a miles high.
The wizard of our group wanted to impress us and decided to jump out the window (instead of taking the stairs again) and let himself fall to the ground to cast a spell at the last second before he hit the ground. so far nothing wierd, but the Dm do his job and ask the wizard "What spell do you cast?"
The wizard answer: "Cat Fall, it garantees I always fall standing on my feet"
I tell him; "Dude, you still fell a whole miles!" Then the DM read the spell and confirm it: Generous amount of Ketchup spread over about fifty foot around the landing zone...
My Gnome fell in a hole, a foot wide, 4 feet deep, and said hole got covered by a fallen tree, my DM felt so bad the sweet Gnome had horribly suffocated to death, he made a side quest to ressurect her
Played Rock Paper Scissors with the devil, lost my soul and was turned into a soup.
That story from 08:01 is set in Midkemia, Raymond Fest's world. Awesome! Go read his Riftwar series, everybody!
My story, home brew setting (dozens of worlds and full Planescape content, all connected by weird Gates and Rifts) but connected to those. We even had a run in with The Enemy eventually.
@@nvfury13 Is Discworld in there?
00blaat00 It was, only ended up being used for a short arc though.
00blaat00 Heck, I’d even done the work to tie Palladium’s Rifts setting (and all their settings tied to that) to that weird multiverse of a campaign.
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That last one sounds like my rolling luck
It may be a not as spectacular as other stories but quite a dumb move:
Currently play in a game (5e) with some friends. 2 Paladins, 2 fighters, a rogue, a blood hunter and the druid. We were level 2 in our third session and he was actually on his second druid as the first one died in a combat with some skeletons in our opening session which was kinda unlucky for him. (He tried to save a friend who was knocked out and the dice simply didn't go his way. Also two of the party members decided not to participate in the fight, so we had a hard time.)
Anyway we were in a magical dungeon inside a mine. The creatures in there were giving us a hard time (some of us nearly died and we just survived because we helped each other out several times) and all of us were quite careful by now... except our druid.
After passing a saw trap (which the druid activated to see how it worked, but didn't take too much damage) we reached a room which was far bigger than the others with a giant obelisk in the middle of it. I was like "Sounds like a boss room to me" (I literally said something like this and it was telegraphed through the description by the DM), but our druid decided to enter anyway. Lucky for him the DM concepted the room to be a riddle for us before the boss fight. So after some discussions we solved it and a stair into a dark room emerged. While trying to figure out if our characters with dark vision could see anything the druid decided he'd had enough, so he went down the stairs... having almost no armor (AC 13) and being not a strong fighter. He faced three nothics down there which gave him instant damage with rotting gaze, we all rolled poor on initiative (so the creatures began) and he was torn into shreds.
We even carried his corpse through the rest of the dungeon to revive him, but the ritual to do so failed almost causing an old lady to die.
So he lost two characters in three sessions. After that he said he wouldn't participate in this campaign any more.
Sorry for the long text.
When you said "Sounds like a boss room, to me," I have to wonder what kind of inflection you spoke with. If the main stress was on the word boss, it could have been interpreted as boss as in "cool" or "awesome." If that's the case, he could have taken it as a sign that you thought it was a good idea to check it out.
I missed a punch and hit my own leg so hard that my incredibly explosive spine blew up the city i was in. Apparently street samurai's with a nuclear core is a bad idea
As a preface to this I had been playing this character for about a year at this point. We had a new player who was playing a Bard. I was playing a homebrew samurai class, I was in front of the Bard and he decided he was going to use Shout (I think that was the name of the spell). One of the things Shout does is shatter crystalline objects. My armor and swords where made of crystalline alloy. I also had an enchantment on my gear that caused it to teleport into my bag of holding when it breaks. Unfortunately that put my bag of holding over its weight limit ripping the bag and dropping the equivalent of 5 nukes lol.
Our DM has a 100 sided dice called the "Skullcrusher" die. Every session, each player gets one use of this die, if you roll 95-100 you get a success with some sort of grandiose outcome. If you roll a 1-5 then you fail, and I'll just say you don't want to fail. So we are fighting a group of pirates who have pulled up next to our ship and most of us have jumped over to theirs to make fighting a little easier as most of us are melee characters. Our Barbarian is on the edge of their ship on the opposite side of the enemy captain from our Bard. When it gets to our Bard's turn, he lets out a Thunderwave that the Barbarian fails the saving throw for. The Barbarian goes overboard and attempts to climb the side of the ship to get back into the fight, and in an attempt to do so faster, decides to roll the Skullcrusher. He rolled a 6. So he's safe right? Wrong. In an earlier session, one of our players rolled a 94 on the Skullcrusher and in an act of mercy, our DM allowed it to be successful, with the forewarning that the next roll that comes close to a failure would be extra detrimental. So, this roll of a 6 was indeed a failure. A giant shark proceeded to leap from the ocean below and chew our Barbarian in half while tossing him around like a rag doll. His lower half was taken by the shark as the rest of him sat at the surface of the water screaming and thrashing as a giant Kraken tentacle grabbed him and pulled him to the bottom of the sea. Now, the Barbarian player's new character is a Warlock who's patron is the very same Kraken that killed his character (I think).
P.S. Before myself (a Paladin) and our Cleric could decide what to do with the Bard for technically killing a fellow party member, the Bard was killed the next session by evil fish people.
P.P.S. We are running Tomb of Annihilation so we can't revive anyone.
Wait, 95-100 and 1-5? if it was 96-100 than you could just use a d20 and not carry around a d100, then again, we all are little dice goblins.
@@sirariusritter4250 Because it's 100 sides, we can watch it roll past a lot of numbers. It makes it very nail biting
@@velrockartminiatures Fair enough
Second Story: Unless he's got a bunch of heavy gems on him he should be able to float on the lava, maybe even walk on it.
Seriously, how dense do you have to be to fall through molten rock?
or just dm and player having no idea about this fact
"Valheru?" "soul infused weapons and armor?" Raymond Feist wants his race and plot back
That was my game, and that campaign used all kinds of stuff from various book series, mostly because it was a world hopping campaign in service to a variety of Gods.
He touched one of Xanathar’s tentacles in the middle of a discussion. Disintegrated him.
Here is a little fun history
After a boss batlle of an extremely long dungeon crawl our mage was extremely low. (like 1-2 hp )Being the greedy little shit he was he decided to grab a cursed ancient artefact and got cursed with "having to roll for everything for a day" here is how it went
Mage:so if i wanna go across the room i have to roll?
Dm:yup
Mage: i wanna go across the room
Mage: *rolls* nat 1
DM: *rolls damge* nat 20
After that our dm had to describe how our mage tried to walk forward hes legs failed and faceplanted so hard that he died
So that one stupid houserule is a curse?
My first homebrew session, second actually for this one, two players had to be joined into the story, and then, one of them tried to steal the winnings from the first character, who apparently has the luck of a GOD on their side, and when the new char tried to steal, the first player uses dwarf grapple or something something, and INSTANTLY killed him
In a prison break campaign we had a player come in as a neutral evil tiefling, which I didn’t think would be too bad until he started a fight with our groups power gamer. The tiefling player got knocked out in one round and had to continue with the group at 1hp. Needless to say when they ran into a zombie ogre the party had no qualms about leaving him to fight it solo. As they left the cell block their last sight of the tiefling was him being choke slammed into a prison toilet.
Friendly sparring match. The wizard wanted to get involved. One 3rd level spell slot later, the woods smelled like cooked meat.
Favorite Narrator!
I try my best Luke.
2:44 Props to the DM for the subplot.
In a game of Starfinder I was killed in a combat arena rules by a bunch of Drow. One of the other players managed to taunt the leader and her guardians to come fight us personally and I was slain in the ensuing battle.
This was right around the time the Borais race (an undead of sorts) came out, so I was allowed to be resurrected as an undead.
Immediately after resurrecting, I tackled the enemy leader into a spike pit killing us both instantly.
I then made a deal with a diety to resurrect again.
The way my group deals with people leaving or not being there is essentially ignoring the fact they are supposed to be present and sticking them with the group when they return ; these are the rules we tend to stick by and rarely had it caused an issue up until this event a bout a month ago , basically we stuck our toes in a dungeon we happened across , a few things happened before the previous session ended an over powered npc that is essentially a god got knocked unconscious after our war forged wild magic sorcerer let loose a massive wild magic surge through the area (I don’t remember why ) but one of the effects he rolled was the next spell the fighter with a cantrip feat cast would make all demons in a couple hundred feet radius explode . The dm understands that this is gonna do SO much damage he has to deal with but it happens when the fighter goes to help repair the sorcerer , we follow the hallway the npc went down after and find him in a pile of rubble on one side of the room and a pile of demon on the opposite side , I pick up the nocturnal after freeing him and after a bit of rooting through the pile of demon chunks by the sorcerer and fighter we go to leave and the session ends ; the score red gets off work around the same time the game starts so we begin without him as usual ; we are leaving the dungeon and end up running into another group of cultists on out very short trip back out the front door , as this is happening the sorcerer arrives almost on time for once , he comes to awareness lying on the ground in the room we ended the last session , cultists surround the metal man prodding him with spears , he tries the tried and true forte of most of our party , bat shit crazy bluffs and or risks and hoping for the best , he claims he’s their god possessing a suit of armor and demands they remove their spears , normally we roll rather high on our stunts like these ; not this time , nope he got an 8 and the cultists made the save and out goes his lights , mean while we have NO idea what to do cause meta knowledge and what not so we carry on leaving as we were none the wiser , and that’s the stupidest character death I’ve ever seen , not counting my characters best friend the bard jumping into a pool of lava thinking it would be a painless and instant suicide not 10 in game minutes earlier
12:32 - Considering how reckless the previous owner was, I'd say dude can have it this time.
My own story. A small makeshift module for one player with some options to add more if things get rolling. An outcast level 1 half-elf ranger was wandering the woods looking for a place to call home. He stumbles upon a cave and decided to investigate. Inside he found remains of some goblins, remains of a party of adventurers and a sleeping gryffin. His action? Attack the gryffin while it sleeps! Two turns into it, he's bleeding hard and decides to run. As soon as he's out of the cave and the gryffin spreads it's wings, he's dead. The shortest campaign in my experience. He still cannot explain what made him attack the beast instead of quietly looting the place and getting away before the host wakes up.
One of my players had just joined us. He was being carried by a crowd one of the other players had gathered. The guy uses inflict wounds to get them to put him down. The poor sap gets trampled to outright death. I rolled a single d20 to decide the damage, and roll a 20. That is enough to outright kill him, pushing beyond the chance of death saves.
8:01 Holy chit! My story made the vid! Thanks!
Nick V let me join you.
One time a player punched a strange tree.
That tree and two others punched him back.
Ok, my group was playing Lost mines of Phandelver, we got to the redbrand hideout and made our way through the place, splitting the party and putting on redbrand clothes. My half orc paladin (with the brain of a rock) got drunk with some of the redbrands, when the rest of the party attacked, he made it his drunken job to save these poor bandits from 9 level 3 PCs, safe to say he was killed, but to add, he was let ablaze, burning to ashes as the beer in his body lit on fire.
I’ve got one. Our group was playing Storm King’s Thunder. Some fire giants were destroying a small town and our aasimar bard thought it was a good idea to fly in front of them with his glowing golden wings and try to charm them. They easily passed and the DM described how one of the fire giants threw half a building at him and insta-killed him.
My friends and I were playing RIFTS, one of our players "Silk" thought it would be a good idea to kick a tank as he stared down the barrel. He was upset and felt cheated when the tank blew off his head.
My friends and I played the Lord of the Rings pen and paper once. It was one of those "warm-up" missions put in the core rulebooks, usually ment to get new players into the meat and potatoes of things. Since we all had quite a few sessions in other systems under our belt, we jumped into it, looking forward to whatever shenanignans we could do in this system. We had a four player party, a dwarf warrior, a Rohirim shield maiden (my character) and a elven couple, consisting of a mage and a ranger (the characters of my best friend and his GF respectivley). The timeline was set somewhere between the first Lord of the Rings movie and the second, our quite curious group tasked with infiltrating a merchant caravan that was suspected by a local lord to be run by minions of Sauron, acting as spies, assassins or whatever the Dark Lord so desired in whatever land they passed through.
We manage to get the caravan leader to hire us as extra guards by literally the dwarf and my shield maiden beating the living crap out if the allready hired guards, under the premise of "if those weakling loose to us, how much of a fight could they put up against a real threat?". So far so good. We get in the caravan and start looking around as unsuspiciously as possible, involving some nice roleplaying on the side of our dwarf and me while our elf couple mainly stays on the sidelines and "observe thing with their keen elven senses". Nothing wrong about that but then our elven mage decides to do some investigating himself. Now, up to this point this guy allways played ridiculously charismatic characters like Bards, was used to the fact that he could talk his way out of everything if he botched his RP. So he walks up to the most shady looking merchant, a stern looking, leather clad lady that our DM described as what one would imagine a sterotypical dominatrix and starts talking her up. The merchant mentions how unusual it is to see an elf around these parts and a magic user on top of that and what possibly could have gotten him out of his cozy forest and into the world. Now, the lord who gave us this task told us to be very, very, veeeeeeery secretive about our mission, since if we really dealt with a whole caravan of Saurons servants, telling them that we were sent to spy on them was outright suicide. We all agreed to that, that would go without saying.
So what does our mage answer? He casually blubs out "Ya, lord X send me and my companions to investigate this caravan since he suspects that is run by servants of Mordor."
The DM, I and the dwarves player stare at him in dumbfounded silence. After a good five minutes of trying to comprehend the utter insanity of what just happened, the DM sigh and tells us "As soon as you say that, the merchant lady takes out a small whistle, sounding a shrill signal. Not even a minute later, the whole caravan decends on you, weapons in hand, overwhelming you so soundly that you can´t even think even putting up a fight. Gratulations, we are not even an hour in and you just killed the whole group."
OK, when it came to that guy constantly dying, I would have stopped reviving him after the soul encounter.
I was running my first game. One of my players created an elven woman called Shitalicious. I allowed it because I thought "why not?" During the prologue, I threw high level enemies at them expecting them to run away. They did, but Shita ended up engaged with the BBEG. Shita asked me if he could throw shit at the BBEG to blind him and get rid of his reaction. I allowed it, and he rolled a 3. I described how the elven woman slipped and fell on her own shit and how the BBEG proceeded to raise his trident over Shita and impale her in one strike.
In a delta green game (a coc style game in modern day) we were researching a chemical plant and our federal agent decided to try making pipebombs in his house without even checking out the plant. He rolls a crit fail blows himself up along with his daughter, wife and, best friend who was over for dinner. the number he rolled is still an unlucky number to this day
I was on a Star Wars The Old Republic era camping, the four of us were on a captured cruise ship, and we were trying to get inside the bridge. This was my first campaign ever and second session. I have the brilliant idea of knocking on the door. I ALMOST died, but we managed to succeed at the end. I jokingly say to this day I was very successful at infiltrating the ship, followed by "you may question my methods, but not my results", also I would refer to my character as "Sharr Brantov, The Door Buster".
Also, we played at the local place, and we heard some guys talking about a new campaign. We keep playing and a little later we hear laughter, and a guy comes in, mentioning his character was killed by a drunk beggar in the first five minutes. We didn't even ask how or why.
Shadowrun Story: It's times like that that I REALLY like having the Cat-Fall Spell (it reduces the effective distance you fall thus reducing the damage taken on landing - if the spell reduces the effective distance to 0 or less than 6 feet, you take no damage. As a side effect, you also land on your feet)...
Levitate is also a GREAT spell to know when in situations where falling could be a problem...
I was playing a Goliath in 3.5, good at climbing and jumping and being strong. We were exploring a dwarven stronghold when we found a giant spiral staircase going up. The stairwell had no walls, and the bricks were ancient and crumbling and as we set foot on the stairs, found we had entered an anti-magic zone. (Our DM was tired of us avoiding everything with flight, dimension door, and feather fall combos.) With my insane bonuses to Reflex, Climb, and Acrobatics, I told everyone to climb onto my back (and I carried the other party members) as I ran full speed up the stairs. This way, if any stairs broke, only one character would have to make saves. Needless to say, it was going great until I critically failed hundreds of feet up the stairs.
Over the edge we go!
The entire party is now falling to our deaths in a anti-magic zone. My character threw each party member back on to the stairs, but was unable to save himself, falling to his death. He is now forever remembered as "Fumbles, the Stairs Giant".
Shouldnt that be 'Fumbles - the Altruistic Stairs Giant' ?
I got one from a campaign a couple years ago, something about our party inadvertently getting enslaved to a neutrality deity trying to become supreme by having the extreme gods take eachother out, even though our group was 8th level. DM established at the start that we wouldn't need a healer, as our benefactor would just resurrect us to keep doing his bidding. So our party consisted of; a tiefling wizard, a dragonborn ranger, a triton fighter, and myself as a tabaxi barbarian. The catch was the dm was using a custom table reincarnate spell for us, instead of the handful of standard player options he put together 50 vaguely humanoid monstrosities for this list, including celestial fey fiend and undead options. If any of us would die we'd roll on his table to see what we'd get brought back as, immediately if it was out of combat, next round after our turn if it was in combat. The triton fighter & myself had the worst luck through out he campaign, he ended up getting rerolled 4 times and myself 6 times, across a campaign that only lasted about 2 dozen sessions. But here's a few notable times our characters had died . . .
Early on in the campaign we'd been tasked with hunting down some prestigious noble who was doing blackmarket deals with an alchemist, but since our ranger had ties with the market guild and our wizard was an ace at social investigation, we figured out they'd regularly trade in an underground dock. And with another shipment happening tomorrow we went ahead and snuck in past the guards, between some illusions distractions and fortunate stealth rolls, we were able to infiltrate into secluded docks unobserved and planned on ambushing any guards returning to the barracks, waiting till the right time to catch the noble & alchemist redhanded while hiding the bodies in their bunks. Thing was we couldn't find the barracks, it was an underground laboratory where guards would take shifts coming down to keep an eye on it; and with the time to spare we looted a handful of unknown potions to take with us, including a florescent blue one. Unfortunately we didn't get as much time to prepare as we hoped because we ran into the alchemist, and promptly gave chase with the guards weaponizing the potions like grenades to emulate different spell effects in an area, such as a molten red being carpeting flame or yellow being guiding bolt and so on. Taking some damage on the way as we beat back the guards but racing the alchemist to the only boat on the dock, only a couple rounds behind them as they get onto the ship and prepare to flee; I was leading the charge being the fastest but also just swatting people out of the way and taking quite a few attacks of opportunity, the triton fighter was right behind me doubletapping any guards still in the way as he tried to keep up, with the ranger and wizard hanging back and taking advantage of the line of sight they had with the boat for their own spells. The alchemist pokes his head out long enough to toss a flask of animate dead at my feet immediately getting me surrounded by those I've been killing on the way, and since the mob is blocking off the path to the boat while the triton fighter's turn is first, he runs up to the crowd I'm stuck in and declares "I'm going to whip out that florescent blue potion and drink it". The dm stuttered for a moment with the expected "what are you sure, you guys haven't even tried to identify it yet". Since my character was the only one in earshot to him, I was the only one that got the chance to try talking him out of it, except intelligence was my dump stat and instead convinced him it was a potion of enlarge person. The dm again asked if he wanted to follow-through with it since my character clearly sounded unsure, but he shrugged with a "nah it'll be fine". With a sighing facepalm, the dm then tells me to make a dexterity saving throw with disadvantage since I don't have room to dodge anywhere commenting the impromptu hoard around me also is penalized for being clustered, I didn't critically fail but I was on so low of health by that point it didn't matter, I dropped along with some of the zombies. When the fighter asked what about himself, the DM told him to go ahead and roll on the reincarnation table; then proceeded to narrate to ranger and wizard they were at a safe distance, briefly catching the fighter get out the florescent blue potion and chug it, immediately exploding into a blast of chain lightning disintegrating him from massive damage and taking me with him, along with a few of the zombies but still more were in the way. The fighter rerolled and turned into a tortle, and I bled out before the other two moved close enough to help and I rerolled into a hobgoblin.
In a later incident, we'd been abducted by a greater demon and thrown into a hellish gladiatorial tournament. During a previous scuffle with some trolls, I'd died a couple times and been brought back as an aasimar, the fighter had died once inbetween and brought back as a dwarf. The tournament was one of those 'if you win your prize is being sent back to the mortal material plane' kinds of things, which we needed to do because this was a sidetrack we weren't sent on by our neutrality patron, but he could still reincarnate us at least though couldn't pull us out of the imprisonment. We got a long rest inbetween rounds and to strategize, but otherwise our options were limited since there were more powerful hellspawn keeping the contestants caged and bound to the arena; so we quietly agreed to fight recklassly, concluding the other contestants were other adventurers and would be expecting some sort of tactics. The first few bouts went surprisingly well, not flawless victories but nobody was in danger of dropping. Until we faced a pair of clerics, an arcane cleric and a death cleric. Between a sanctuary spirit shroud and crown of madness, we were struggling to fight back, since we were too busy fighting eachother; until the ranger and wizard decided to nuke the field with their breathweapon and a fireball, dropping me & the fighter. The arcana cleric followed up with a hypnotic pattern to stun them while the other attacked us to put us down. The fighter got reincarnated as a dryad and I was brought back as a different aasimar subrace, and I had another close call before we won. But we had differing opinions on how useful friendly fire is since whoever's surviving would have to wait 2 turns before help arrives, though we quickly dismissed the notion of killing eachother to try our luck at turning back to normal.
Ranger got captured by an enemy druid, was bound, and the druid was whittling his HP away with basic attacks. As he had a lot of HP, he started taunting the druid, hoping to attract the rest of the party to his rescue. He did get their attention, however, his taunting became a very deliberate reminding me (the DM) about the 'coup de grace' rules regarding bound targets. He lost his head 1 round before his rescuers arrived.
went to the loo on the outer edge of camp was asked to role perspective check one long story short there was a lot of lightning from a trap set by the wizard
5:52 do you get to the cloud district very often, oh what am i talking about, of course you don't. -nazeem 2 sec before death
One of my players, a kobold conjuration wizard got his head trapped in tiny door after his Enlarge spell ended, nearly choking him to death, i say nearly because the parties paladin didnt want him to suffer ( also revenge for a fireball earlier).
As some of you may have realised, a conjuration wizard can teleport using one of its class abilities
She ran into a ankheg infested hive alone to grab a dead child. She was a very fun character that I was pretty sad to see go
I was DMing dragon heist for some friends that were new to d&d. Session 1 the bard gets attacked by a stirge in the yawning portal, nat 1s to hit the stirge on his arm and nearly cuts his arm off, and proceeds to flirt with the bar maid who came forward to keep him from bleeding to death.
My barbarian tried to *eat* a black pudding. It was a survival Champaign but he got separated from the party.
About a year ago I played one of my most broken characters ever. Sir Jommut Steelshaper (a firbolg forge domain cleric who was abandoned as a child and raised by dwarves), was an absolute beast. My dm allowed me to use the main ability of the forge domain to, instead of just creating lesser items, essentially modify any piece of weaponry or armor. This lead to a +5 dragon-scale-imbued shield, some crazy plate armor, and a magical cup (not the drinking kind) which gave me another very needed +5. With all this said and done, I had an AC of about 29. At level 6... eventually me and the DM decided Jommut made the game no fun for anyone else. He was the tank, healer, and dps (gotta love inflict wounds). We began to scheme up ways to kill Jommut, without making it look too forced. We tried for about 2 months, nothing worked, he was just too damn monstrous. Finally, my DM has had enough, and literally has two other party members attack Jommut in his sleep. Of course Jommut sleeps in full armor, why wouldn’t he? He proceeded to wake up, and slap them both to the ground so fast they didn’t even have time to say “I’m sorry” before he inflicted so many wounds on them that they exploded into a mist of blood bone shards. Eventually Jommut just got sucked away to another plane of existence where I’m pretty sure he’s still fighting battle after battle in an arena where everything is designed specifically to kill him. How long he will live on in that arena, I do not know, but I do know that he will live on in my heart forever.
in a storage room full of barrels of 'black powder' , the wizard who was smart but not wise, I quote this 'Im just going to use a small firebolt to see if it's flammable' whole party killed in one go
At least you didn't let him go alone, #FriendsToTheEnd☠
My mummyrot filled dwarf was devoured by 143 mushroom goblins which then also died a few days later from the mummyrot
"Sometimes the dice just do not like you" Reminds me of my first session XD I got awful rolls on all my checks in my first ever session, and I even scored a Nat 1 on a Perception check as our group was travelling to a city called Crafthold (which hurt even more as my character has the highest Passive Perception of the entire group, so I was the first to notice noises heading our way). Due to the overwhelming nature of the situation she found herself in, my character just tried to curl up into a ball and make herself as small as possible. She's 6ft 9, possibly the tallest member of the group at the time
Touching an orb that rips their soul out of their body. You would think at least after the first 3 times they would FUCKING LEARN, BUT NO.
Lol "there are times the dice just do not like you"
I was a lawful good in an evil game, and the other two players tried to change my alignment forcefully, so they trapped me under a bunch of rocks, but the wizard dropped one on his foot, and failed all of his death saves and died.
Mr ripper when is that stream of you playing yet?
Fear not Zief, just going through some big boy problems while we sort out the stream. We want it to be as good as possible for everyone.
Imagine a pine cone fell out of a tree and it crit and killed someone.
As a DM I ruled that the quicken spell feat could let you cast a spell with a single chosen word or action. The party's sorcerer asked if he could take this multiple times and I said yes because why not. He decided to cast fireball on the words 'yes' or 'no'.
Cleric - "Do you need healing?"
Sorcerer - "Yes, I mean no"
Everyone in that small room took a lot of fire damage.
Not my group, but one time my friend was in a homebrew campaign with a bunch of chaotic evil aligned PCs. The wizard and the fighter were arguing. The entire party ganged up on the fighter and dunked him in melted cheese, froze him, and then left him in a cave of ice spiders that ended up eating him alive.
The valhru story makes me think of Raymond Feists riftwar saga, specifically the character Thomas and his magic valheru armor
I died when I heard you say "kill me"
Best death was from a fractured fairy tale by my uncle. My brother and I were between ages 9 & 12 and being little turds about going to bed. We continued being little turds during the story, so he killed us off in hilarious fashion. He knew that I had been swimming every chance I got since I was 3 and spent multiple summers at the local pool. So, he decided that, in his story, I would die by drowning. How? Because, I saw my reflection in the water and dove in to save myself. Then, once in the water, I couldn't figure out which way was up. My brother, seeing that I was in trouble, dove off the dock, from before dock reaches the water, and right onto the rocks. I still get a chuckle out of it whenever I think about it these 30 or so years later.
This happened last session. I am running the dragon Heist of waterdeep for my players and they have sided with the zhentarim. Well they ended up running into the other faction of zhentarim in the city and one of my players started asking who they work for and there was a bit of back-and-forth between this player and the NPC and the player divulged who he worked for so the NPC reached out to shake his hand and when the player responded by shaking hands the NPC stab him in the heart with two multi attacks plus sneak attack he took over 50 points of damage and died
4 worms burrowed into my back as a lvl 3 wizard