My first time wasn't too memorable or interesting, but I do remember another player standing up, delivering a fabulous monologue about justice, only to nat 1 his attack. I took note of this, thinking: "I hope I can be as cool as him someday."
My first session we fought goblins and I didn't roll higher than 10 the entire time... And my character got made fun of for it. Kinda set the tone of the test of the campaign, which was short-lived, as I quit after getting fed up with it.
I immediately took to dungeon mastering, as the one who bought the game, and kept that position coming up with outrageous stories, that still had a logic. (I hate the 'in this room is a giant spider, in the next a troll and next zombies.' How did they end up there in this order?) My first story was about an inn with smugglers with a secret cave to the sea beneath it. All normal and logical, with toilets, kitchen, stable boys, etc. Hardly anyone even used magic. Two stories later was about a castle attacked by a giant army. So the heroes had to step through 6 portals to different realms or planets to find a weapon to stop this army laying siege. One of the realms was a planet with the smallest possible rotation of its moon; it was rolling over the surface of the planet! The players found that out, halfway this strange valley, to find it's the one the moon rolled through. Another had a witch (after a Slavic fairy tale) who had to be asked for permission for any action inside her house or else. So no sipping your own potion, let alone sitting on her chairs, without asking. Can I breathe in your house? Can I take 3 steps forward? Etc. The players really got very careful in describing their actions in their turns. Even a innocent 'I scratch my nose thinking..' could be deadly, let alone sabotage their hope of finding such a magical weapon. Finally they find a magical razor sharp boomerang. If you throw it, it widens and can cut of a 1000 heads in one throw, then comes back getting normal sized again. But if you don't catch it, you lose a hand. After four throws the hero using it chases the attacking army away, but loses after the last throw, her second hand and then with nothing to catch it, her head. After that her image becomes a savior deity shown with cut of hands and head. The rest of the party buries the boomerang. Too dangerous.
The first game I ever played in was a one shot where we where all chickens trying to escape an oppressive farmer. At the beginning of the game, we were all told that one of us was not a chicken, but in reality they were a Flamingo in disguise. Fortunately for me, I was in fact the SUS chicken, but I didn’t know what I really was until the end of the game, so it didn’t really play much of a part in the story. When the game began, we were all locked up in a in Farmer Mike’s chicken shed (you’ll see why he’s called farmer Mike later on). There were quite a few of us at the beginning, it was a very big party, something like 6-7 people, not everyone is important to this story, but some of the notable characters include me, my friend Steve playing a dumbass chicken who’d brute force his way through everything (he had grasped role playing before the game, whereas I had not), and a future friend named Neil, playing the exact opposite of Steve’s chicken, who was super smart, but extremely cowardly. The rest I either forgot about or were unmentionables. One more thing I should probably mention is the DM of the game, who was not a librarian (we were all gathered there for the DnD club that was just created, this was before COVID hit), but in fact, a senior at the local high school who’s favorite edition was 3.5. Anyways, we all began inside the chicken shed and began to plot our escape from the tyrant that was Farmer Mike. One player managed to spot a loose floor board, that could possibly be pried open with enough strength. Steve immediately ran at it at full speed, rolling a natural 20 before smashing through the wooden floor board like a cannon ball, tumbling into the darkness bellow that was a large tunnel. We all descended into this hole to rescue Steve, but when we found him, he was knocked unconscious by something big. I slapped him awake, and he regained his consciousness and the swarm of chickens continued further into the tunnel, when we finally came a across a giant rabbit who had dug the hole and had also knocked out Steve’s character. The rabbit, seeing us apologized, saying that “I thought he was a carrot”. This was when one of the characters thought it would be a good time to make a *YOUR MOM* joke directed at the rabbit, which proved to be a fatal mistake. The rabbit kicked the jokester with his powerful hind legs, sending the chicken flying back at a rapid speed before slamming into the dirt wall andante the force of the impact broke all of his bones. He lay there in the floor like jello, and he was most certainly dead. Everyone panicked and fled the scene of the crime further down the tunnel, which eventually opened up to a large courtyard nearby a big house. Neil realized that this is in fact Farmer Mike’s yard, and that we’d need to tread with caution. That was until everyone, including me and Steve, booked it across the yard over to a nearby fence, beyond, freedom awaits. The farmer comes running out of the house, shotgun in hand, before firing it and yelling “he he!” As it ripped through a poor chicken, killing him instantly. It was chaos, people were desperately trying to break the fence and escape, but luckily I had remained by Steve, who was naturally good at breaking wooden planks with his face. One roll later, and me, Steve, Neil, and one other guy managed to escape and live to tell the tale, while everyone else had perished along the way. Our path was paid in blood, but for those that remained had achieved their goal at last; freedom.
My first game goes back to 3.5. I decided on a dwarf barbarian. We came across a hill giant hiding poorly behind a column. While the other players were planning to attack it, I offered to try speaking to it, since I could speak Giant. The other players decided to lt me try diplomacy. The hill giant charged and swung a log at my character, rolling a crit and killing him instantly.
My first time seriously playing D&D was fun but almost 20 years ago, before 3rd edition hit the shelves. We were playing 2nd edition and I had a thing for Elves. The first game I can remember well enough to talk about it was a few games into my over all table top experience. I was playing in a group that consisted of a couple of people I had gamed with before and some new folks. We were playing at one of the new people's house and when we sat down for character creation (back in those days there was no session 0, You set up your character and just started playing that day.) I started building my character and started figuring out what I wanted to play. By the time I figured out what race I wanted for sure all the other party members had selected their races. We had two elves, a human and one of the players asked for a random custom race, he played a half Halfling/ half Dwarf character. They had selected classes as well our elves were a Mage and a Ranger, our human took Priest and our dwarfling took Thief. (calling it Rouge was a 3rd ed thing) I originally wanted to do an elven ranger but the DM stated that we already had too many elves and had a ranger in the party already. So I decided to do a halfling and was told "Nope sorry we have one." Human? Nope we have one of those too. I was getting frustrated and chose half elf and was told that we had 2 elves and a human, we didn't need a half elf. I've never liked Gnomes so I didn't even go there, so I suggested a race I disliked a little more and said, "well it seems I'm stuck with a Dwarf." Now not happy I went into class. 2nd Edition had racial and class handbooks, much like 3rd, but the books were sold for each race and class seperately, so I picked up the dwarven sourcebook and looked over the kits that the dwarf offered to help me figure out what class I wanted to play. Races in 2nd ed were a bit limited on classes they could take. Dwarves were limited to Fighter, Rogue, Preist or cross class mixes of those 3 (ie fighter/rogue, fighter/priest and the like) I found a kit that appealed to me so I asked about the Vermin Slayer it was a pure Rogue kit built around being someone who went out into the tunnels of dwarven holds and mines and killed the rats and kobolds and other unwanted vermin that took up residence there) But no, our party already had a rogue, I was able to find something interesting in the priest kits but oh no forget what I wanted to play, we had a priest already. So I ended up making the character I wanted to play almost least, a dwarven fighter of the Myrmadon kit. This kit had very little really cool benifits (unlike the kits I had found earlier which actually looked fun) and I built my character. 2nd ed had a kind of 2.5 edition that was just called "black book edition" as all of the books had black covers with pictures and Advanced Dungeons and Dragons written on the covers in red. The black books also offered extra options, there was skills and powers which gave your DM options he could use like character flaws and advantages, and variant stat rules. we used both of those options. It also offered what we now know to be Epic levels but never got to use that one. So I had my Dwarven Myrmadon and was told I had to pick a character flaw, I looked them over and as I was playing a stereotypical dwarf, I took a flaw that fit said stereotype in Bad Temper. Now this started out as him just being grumpy and hateful to the elves in the group. (again stereotypical for dwarves) Then the halfling was dumb enough to mention his being half dwarf and that set my character off on him. So the only person that was getting any respect from me was the human priest and that was only because he devoted himself to a rightous path. The party was ready so now I will name them (some of these are player names and some are character names as I can't remember some of the character's names) Starting with the hero of this story Me - Thormar, Our human priest whom I will just call priest as I can't remember the player's name or the character's name, Our dwarfling rogue who I will call Phil because I can't remember the character's name, our elven mage who I will call Wolf because again I can't remember the character's name, Kavorik, our elven ranger who was a speed freak that could make a 2 week walk in a day running due to advantages from S&P. This is our party, the fiasco that it was. As the adventure started Kavorik was the most annoying elf that Thormar had ever dealt with so he was going to have to work harder to get any kind of respect from Thormar, Wolf was quiet (mostly because his player hadn't played much) the dwarfling chimed in about his heritage and about got his skull split for insinuating that a dwarf would have the lack of self respect to bed a halfling, much less taint his genes by mixing them with halfling DNA, (Yes I was running Thormar as a bit of an asshole but I was also hoping he would die because I didn't want to play him) So as it stands we have 2 party members that get no respect, one that gets all the respect (the priest) and one that has an easy shot at earning respect (Wolf) We were sent to clear out an old castle that was supposedly haunted. Our first encounter told us that was incorrect as we met a human standing guard outside the gate on a set of wooden stairs that led up to where the drawbridge landed when it was lowered, he was between us and starting the job, priest, Phil and Kavorik tried talking us past him and they all failed and I knew Wolf wouldn't approach so Thormar took the initiative and sprinted up the stairs at the guard his head lowered in an attempt to spear the guard with his head spike, I missed and went over the back edge of the landing he was standing on and fell head first off embedding my helmet spike into the mud and as my helmet was strapped on I was stuck kicking my legs in the air trying to budge the mud. The party finished the guard off and Wolf came over to help me with my helm earning Thormar's respect. Once I was back up with the group we entered the castle. as we were exploring the castle I came across some odd stone work in the floor, moved it aside and found a well made (magical) light crossbow. So of course being the dwarf I started to attach it to my back via the sling until the DM spoke up and told me to give it to the dwarfling because it was meant for him, my magic item would come soon. We wandered through a few more rooms until Kavorik found a pillar set into the corner of a room. He actively searched it for secret doors, asked the DM to roll his chance of finding a secret door passively (something elves could do in 2nd) and was told nothing looked odd, so he snatches the priest's war hammer and starts chipping into said column, once his head gets into the hole, Thormar, hoping this loud mouth braggart of an elf might have the brains to listen to someone of a race that mines for a living and suggested if he was going to waste our time with his pointless search at least shore up his hole with wood or something that way he wouldn't end up getting himself squished and deprive us of the one thing he was decent at. Kavorik pretty much told me to go to hell and kept chiselling in assuring himself of absolutely no respect from me. Finally Thormar gets fed up and tells the party screw it let's leave him. Priest points out that the Elf (which is what Thormar called him for the rest of my time in this group) has his weapon and he needs it. So I pulled Kavorik out of the hole, rippped the warhammer out of his hands and returned it to the priest. Then as we wandered forward and THormar was constantly calling Kavorik "elf" which got me griped at by the DM as I was supposed to be getting along with my party and I told him simply that if I had wanted to play the character then I probably would be. He asked me that if I didn't want to play it why did I set it up and I pointed out to him that he left me little choice. This is getting really long and I think I got my point across without having to cover the BS of what went on later in the game. TLDR: (because I know it needs it) Was indirectly told what race and class to play after all the other players had picked theirs and ended up playing the character in a way that ticked the DM off. Not respecting party members that either had shown to be idiots and not deserve respect or had done nothing to show deserving of respect and were offensive to his dwarf superior mindset. only played one session but came to love dwarves. lessons learned.
Gonna be honest here ATD. I think you switched up the thumbnails for this vid and the Tuesday vid. Love the work through and hopefully you had an excellent thanksgiving!
In my first game was a 5e one-shot run by a friend of mine. Our party (from what I remember) consisted of: aasimar blood hunter, aaracockra barbarian, gnome wizard. And then there was me, a changeling paladin. Being the inexperienced noob that I was, I had distributed my PC's stats in what I considered a balanced manner. The sad result was a paladin that couldn't paladin. Low HP, pitiful attack rolls, and laughable charisma. Failed nearly everything he attempted and got stomped in every combat encounter. Fortunately, our DM (my friend) was pretty lenient, and we all ended up making new characters. My 2nd character was a mighty war cleric, stats properly allocated to maximize his effectiveness. That next session we were pitted against a wraith, and I proceeded to bully that sucker back to the afterlife.
My first D&D game was on Discord. We where some people who arrived on an island with a ship, my character was a gunsmith (it was a steampunk setting, so a fighter with plans of picking the gunslinger subclass eventually seemed fitting, since I read many stories of the German Canon recently, a gunsmith journeywoman, who just finished her apprenticeship seemed like a good idea) looking for work. When we started, I noticed my voicechat was not working, I could listen, but not speak, so I told the others t start without me, while I was trying to fix it. The warlock, the druid and the barbarian bond over stopping a mugger with a plant spell, I did not pay much attention, because I was busy googling. The warlock, who was some sort of fire elemental somehow knew the names of the other characters. The other warlock noticed the commotion and tried to see what was going on there; hiding behind a barrel. That is when I finally got the voicechat chat to work. I also notice the commotion, but since there where still people on the street, I saw no reason to hide. The warlock noticed us and called our names as well. We went to the inn, where the warlock told us about his mission to find people who went missing on the island. The warlock pays for our rooms. The other warlock and I talk a bit with the people. The other warlock talks about missing people, I ask a bird person with a musket if he knows where the best gunsmiths on the island live. We go to our rooms as well, I lean some scrap against the door so it falls over and wakes me up, when someone opens the door, because it was probably not wise to accept an invitation from some strangers, especially if there are stories of missing people going around. That is where the session ended. The next one could start any week now.
Ah my first dnd game. 3.5! I was a kitsune ninja (yep my dm was using homebrew) and we didnt realize that inherent bonuses werent supposed to stack. So once we murdered a dragon and gambled our wealth on a death match we all had about 4 million gold at level 11. Everyone bought +5 (10) weapons and armor but I bought magic codexes that add +5 to your stat permanently. Say hello to 40 wis and 40 dex
I am Scottish, my family is part of the Hunter Clan in Ayrshire Scotland. We came over as indentured servants because of the English. We helped General Washington by supplying the Americans with weapons and iron during the American Revolutionary War.
My first game was with my family and none of us knew what we were doing. Needless to say it was a mess. We all had our character at level one and our character met each other when we all wake up in a prison cell together for no reason. I don’t remember all that well all our characters but I was a half elf monk and my sister was a elf sorceress and my younger brothers were a blood hunter and another marshal class that I don’t remember and I remember nothing about my younger sisters character. We wake up together in a prison cell with none of our weapons and I decided that it would be easier to try and pick that lock with my darts that I still had instead of break down the door. I got a nat 20 and then failed the stealth check and the guard heard the door open and we all had to fight the metal things that the guard had, with none of our weapons and a monk who was having the worst luck ever. We got out of that because my sister sorceress had fire bolt and was getting ok roles. Then after that we did a dungeon and we found a big hole in the ground. They accidentally dropped my, the level one monk, down the hole. They soon followed with feather falling. I didn’t have feather falling. Then we fought some more baddies and then they threw me up the hole, because I was a monk, no other reason. I finally had some good luck and managed not to die to that. We soon changed pace to went to a different campaign with new characters and with a better understanding of what we were doing. Ps. First combat ever and the first thing my younger sister did was try and hit me. The monk who had better attack chances with my fists and a better AC then her character, I think she did a half caster or something because she couldn’t hit anything with her fists. She tried hitting twice during that first session and she said she did it because she thought it would be funny.
I have three I'm counting as my 'first' dnd games. The first one, my first first, was just short of a disaster. It was me(your typical edgy drow rogue) and two other newbies(a tiefling warlock(I think?) and a human wizard(not too sure on this one either)) with a DM who's played the game enough to be the one running the dnd club at school. He was a chill guy and was obviously trying his best with us, but between the totm style(I've learned I really am bad at that), me and one other's chronic anxiety it was a struggle. Originally it was just the wizard and I, me being given a quest from a client as an assassin, then it was decided it was given to the wizard cause she was the only other one who showed up because the DM couldn't think of a way to get our two characters to interact in character, especially after her first attempt at roleplaying. And by 'roleplaying', I mean her chaotic good little wizard who literaly just left her home for the first time tried to burning hands some guy in the face because he was drunk in the tavern when she came down from her room. I later realized this player didn't care about the game and was only there to hang out with friends. Mid job, we passed through a goblin cave and came across the tiefling and she joined our party from there. It was slow going from there as none of us exactly knew what we were doing and the DM was really just leaving it up to us. On top of that, the wizard was also constantly leaving mid session because her mom asked her to do housework or go grocery shopping. That player was soon unable to make most sessions and was effectively dropped after a total of probably four sessions. The DM then added two of his friends who were much more comfortable but effectively put an end to me and my friend's experimenting due to previously mentioned anxiety. We played probably two more sessions after, but sessions were few and far between and after probably three sessions, the group kinda fell apart. The second one I didn't count as really my first game because I could've never played in that campaign and nothing would've changed. This one was online with a group of complete strangers, so already I knew I was going to struggle with my anxiety going in. I was also joining in mid campaign and while this is a mild nonissue to most people, I need to know most things that happened prior or I'm lost until I figure out the whole story. I was playing a variant tiefling druid/rogue, but I have absolutely no recollection of the other characters. I know there was a dwarf and a dragonborn, but out of five other characters that's all I remember. I'm still not entirely sure what was going on, as I was there for maybe three sessions, but all I remember is I got full killed in one shot by a dragon on my first session and we had to retcon a bit and I got all my stats rerolled immediately. It was a funny event, but that was honestly the most interaction I had with that group. I feel kinda bad for saying it, but my biggest problem with the group was that this was a whole group of army vets or some on active duty. This added a very short list of problems, namely being 1)lowkey my weedy twink ass was kinda scared of them??? like these dudes could probably chuck me a whole football field and not break a sweat??? this was almost a nonissue though, as my social anxiety kept me from saying much anyways, and 2) I had asked about this beforehand and been told there wasn't gonna be any of it, but there were a lot of vaguely homophobic/transphobic things being thrown around, especially when insulting other branches of the military. They weren't exactly saying anything bad, but the way they were insinuating things like the navy seemed kinda sus or wondering if air force were actually girls, it felt like they were using it as insults and being a trans guy playing a gay character.... you get the picture. they were a fun group to listen to most of the time, but I really didn't mesh well with them and left the group. My third 'first' is also my currently running one. This is an online group I was invited to by my best friend with his boyfriend as the DM. Our party consists of me, a half-elf druid/rogue(yes i realize every character I've played has levels in rogue fight me), my friend's mixed elf bard, the godling monk/warlock, the -jotun mommy- jotun... I think she's a paladin, the void elf artificer/rogue(I think that's homebrow for this campaign) as well as currently two npc's, the hyperactive godling child and some yuan-ti dude that was supposed to die session 1 but I accidentally dragged along and apparently have been flirting with and the entire group thinks we're dating. And yes, the DM did immediately mention how he was supposed to die post session 1 and had to figure out who this dude was, but now he's the semi more sociable other half to my character. This group is a lot of fun to play with and I'm having an easier time, since this time I made a character with social anxiety so at least that's in character too. The DM was totally chill when I had to sit out a session due to mental health reasons and everyone's been patient with me and my approximately 10 sessions worth of experience over two years. We use Roll20 as well so that helps me a lot having a visual map to look at and know what's happening and the DM makes sure to give everyone a chance to speak up when asked what we want to do, something else I struggle with. It's been great playing with them and I'm looking forwards to our next session!
My first time was me being a tortle wizard but that campaign fell through. On my second game currently and I’m a warforged wizard( a rock golem, 8ft 8 880lbs, 1 year old stone boi). It’s great and warforged are my second favorite race. Hope everyone has great campaigns
Im a champion fighter turned rune knight and we are off to kill marauders (named marauders of the night) to apess an eldrich cat and then go stab the lich
Technically my first session was a little get me used to dnd session where i shot a skeleton over and over instead of me using the ability I apparently had to kill it faster...when I could have used my pet cheetah as a meat shield but that campaign fell apart after we made our characters.... Then I did a couple sessions in vrchat several years later but that campaign died after three sessions. I'm playing with my husband now and we are going through the starter kit, so pregen character but still fun, and he has this idea for a world when we get done with the starter and essentials kit. The vrchat thing might start back up again but the dm had to sell his headset to pay bill and he still has to find people to play with that wont just randomly quit. I really like my vrchat character though, he's a marital arts tortle that has way of the astral self.
My first time was in a bookshop. It was the only D&D game going and it was aimed as family friendly. So it was me, three kids (about 6-8) and their parents. It was hilarious. A great start.
I love that the paladin seemingly failed every strength check, and even failed to pry a book out of an old lady’s hands when she probably had arthritis anyway.
I can’t say my first experience with D&D was a good one. When the prospect of D&D came to me, I think it was described to me as just another roleplaying game, since I was a lot more active on that sort of forum (mostly Pokémon). In fact, when I first heard the name “D&D”, my mind immediately went to all the cartoons that poked fun at the hobby- while I was still heavy on Pokémon stuff. But I had a few ideas I could try and characters to use so I checked it out. This was somewhere in the early 2000s and my memory gets a little fuzzy trying to recall, but I do remember the key details to what I did and what happened since it ended up being a VERY short first session and what one might call a somewhat of a horror story. It was a text-based RPG, running 3.5e on MIM, I think (before I knew Skype, but used it for later games, both text and voice); using a program called Redblade to create the character. It’s me, the friend who invited me, I think some others I don’t remember and the DM. I played a female rogue named Rain, who was anything BUT the stereotype of baby’s first edgelord, based more off Rikku from FFX except a little bit more serious and a lot more greedy (still a thief). She was cool though- no picking pockets, killing guards. She had your back, despite being a short-brown haired, green eyed kleptomaniac, but hey, some stereotypes are your friends when you’re new. In game, I played Rain as much of a face as I thought was needed. Try to talk to people, stand up for those mistreated. I wanted to be a team player. I think my first words, while we were I our generic starting tavern, were something along the lines of “Hey! My friend said he wanted a drink!” while trying to roll Intimidation, thinking he was being ignored. In saying that, I don’t even remember what the other players were, or even if we introduced each other. I do remember what the DM played, because he made a DMPC, this massive Fighter I’ll call Titan who I think was a half giant or something? Looking back, I think I may have been annoying to deal with. No, scratch that, I was annoying the DM. Because I think he threw us into combat shortly in and I was the main target. Titan stepped in to help me out as we took things outside and the bad guy gets initiative. Bear in mind, I don’t know how my character works at this time. I didn’t buy armor, and my idealized version of the thief was a sneaky type who backstabs- and I didn’t even know how backstabbing worked. So yeah, I think I rolled low on HP because Rain got *destroyed* on the first turn- bashed into a bloody paste with a morningstar. My friend is asking me in the background if I had this, that or the other and I had no clue what he was talking about. I think the DM wanted to give me a moment of awesome so he had Rain revived with Olidammara in a cool way. I get up and the bad guy’s back is turned. Time for a backstab. With a dagger. Me: “4 damage!” DM: “Is that with the sneak attack?” Me: Checking my sheet, “I… don’t know?” The DM got frustrated, had Titan pull out his sword and then just cut the guy in half. Don’t even remember the damage. I kinda check out at that point, feeling like I should know the game better and make a promise to try to learn how my character works. Next game, I make a better rogue with Titan in the party in the next game (playing with the same friend and DM) and this guy is more of the same but like to do false surrendering to the enemy to get a sneak attack. Neither Titan, nor the DM, are amused by it after the second time. Through it all, something stuck and I ended up DMing myself, through 3.5e, and 5e, Pathfinder 1e and Shadowrun 4e- all with their own horror stories of their own rites from bad choices in players, DMing mistakes and one time due to spite. But those are stories for another time… Edited: Some spelling mistakes and missing details.
My first time was with lost mines, and with my first roll I fell -into- the dead horse on the road, which I was standing on to scout the area. My poor halfling.
I remember in my first session I had a human wizard named Jon who was basically a Texan Hogwarts dropout cowboy with a magic gun. The most memorable thing was when I rolled a crit on a goblin with fire bolt and accidentally quadrupled the damage because I was using DND beyond and they have the 2 dice rolling on crits automatically which I forgot about so I did 2 d10 x2 + modifier. Safe to say I gave that little gobbie a rapid premature cremation
The beginning... Christ... I was 9... I'd been watching the cartoon series on TV, and I'd seen a few commercials about the game. Kids setting up cardboard mini's and boards... chasing sh*t through dungeons and having a great time... I found a ratty DMG at the flea market, and a set of dice, and I bought them... It was a kind of dry and complicated read at the time, but I POURED over that book... You can imagine the Characters when I found a couple friends who were interested in Playing and finding out about the origin of hat cartoon show, too... ONLY a DMG with some pages that looked chewed on, a few suspicious stains that made reading difficult here and there... and 3 kids at a grade school reading level trying to figure the game out as we went... Obviously, it was a dungeon thing and we needed an inn or tavern, since there were direct mentions... It was only sort of like the cartoon, but we only had two Players and ONE DM at the time, so we struggled onward, getting our impressions of the game with monsters from movies or books and fairy tales or whatever we'd found and seen or something. Compared to "Authentic" Adventures you'd recognize today, it was obviously a sh*t-show, but we'd seen the kids in the cartoon doing all their own wild things, discovering stuff, making and improvising their plans... living as well as adventuring... AND yes, we had an in-game "quest giver" Character based on the Dungeon Master from the cartoon, but I'd figured out the DM situation, so we tinkered around with why he was an old Dwarf and how our questing around and raiding all these dungeons was supposed to be of great interest to him... BUT that was all more than 30 years ago... MANY MANY Campaigns, Adventures, and One Shots between then and now... Yeah, eventually we were delighted to know about things like the PHB and Monster Manual... THAT sure cleared up a LOT... AND at least, 2nd Edition publications weren't so horribly different from 1st ed's that we couldn't function... By High School, there was about a dozen of us "Misfits" who hung out together, created puzzles, monsters, and customized magic items... argued and advocated our NPC's and mysterious villains and plots as much and as fervently as our PC heroes... Yeah, D&D is about the PEOPLE you're with. It takes the whole group to pull together and make it THE greatest hobby in the world, and it's not so delicate that any one person can utterly ruin it. They can only ruin their way out of a good Table or Group... Bad Players are often like Bad GM's... Terrible Novelists with delusions of grandeur. ;o)
Alright i’ve managed to say YIRBEL LIVES quite a few times but I know i’ve been lagging ohm a few other folks. Like Oogie who fixes things good, mister J who lurks, a few very tragic war forged who’s names escape me this very moment DRATS!
Sounds like this guy did a really good job for his first time. Granted it is told from his perspective, but this is still told so well, and is really funny.
Omg this story is about me because same I still haven’t been able to play D&D but I want to I don’t have any DND friends I don’t even know what days or what books to get If anyone can help me get an actual DND Game and experience I would love it and be really appreciate it
I had submitted a story via email a couple weeks ago. I tried following up on it, to see if it was accepted, rejected, or other. But I haven’t yet got a response.
@@jonathanwesley5189 oh yay I think I know about that one. Watched a couple episodes of it being played and it got me interested. I learned a little bit of the rules and systems of it. I’m not as well versed in it as 5e but I’d be interested in playing it. I remember that I had a character idea in mind. A vampire cleaner/hit man. He would often be sent by the houses to “deal” with incidents involving humans and vampires. Often resulting in him having to get rid of a body or make it look like something else happened and then punish any unruly vampire that jeopardizes the masquerade. How are we going to do this? Roll20 and discord?
I love this whole story other than the DM saying the trick is to have the ending in mind, IMO that’s the worst thing a DM can do and it’s better to have an overarching background story and let the players fill you in on their own story within that…. Having an ending in minds just makes bad DMs feel like they need to railroad the party to their resolution
Your add is a scam. Scotland takes titles seriously. If you go around there calling your self lird or lady (and your not, for simply buying this) you will be in a heap of trouble. Don't fall for it. Its 100% bs. And shame on the operator for peddling it.
Sorry all things dnd it’s a dislike for you for the advert, I will continue to do so every time for the advert until you 1, say Dunfermline right and 2 get your history right, England invaded Scotland not the other way around.
u know thats how youtubers make money is through adverts and donations if u dont like the advert then join the club no one does but i dont want these creators to not get paid because i couldn't w8 5 secs
@@jonathanwesley5189 you do know it doesn’t take long to get the pronunciation right and it doesn’t take long to find out England invaded Scotland. That’s what I hate the inaccuracies, I want the record set straight it’s beneficial for all in the long run because facts, nothing to do with money, it’s more to do with “fake history” that is being peddled
My first time wasn't too memorable or interesting, but I do remember another player standing up, delivering a fabulous monologue about justice, only to nat 1 his attack. I took note of this, thinking: "I hope I can be as cool as him someday."
My first session we fought goblins and I didn't roll higher than 10 the entire time... And my character got made fun of for it. Kinda set the tone of the test of the campaign, which was short-lived, as I quit after getting fed up with it.
@@Draezeth good. We all deserve better
I really like this one, it's nice to see a fun game that isn't disastrous every now and then.
A few nights ago
Me: I'll be playing as Ozzie the teifling bard
DM: your going to sing "house of Asmodeus" from Hellava boss aren't you?
Me: ... Yes
nice
Gotta be a pact of the chain warlock with an imp familiar.
@@demonzero677 and the imp looks like fizzerali
I immediately took to dungeon mastering, as the one who bought the game, and kept that position coming up with outrageous stories, that still had a logic. (I hate the 'in this room is a giant spider, in the next a troll and next zombies.' How did they end up there in this order?) My first story was about an inn with smugglers with a secret cave to the sea beneath it. All normal and logical, with toilets, kitchen, stable boys, etc. Hardly anyone even used magic. Two stories later was about a castle attacked by a giant army. So the heroes had to step through 6 portals to different realms or planets to find a weapon to stop this army laying siege. One of the realms was a planet with the smallest possible rotation of its moon; it was rolling over the surface of the planet! The players found that out, halfway this strange valley, to find it's the one the moon rolled through. Another had a witch (after a Slavic fairy tale) who had to be asked for permission for any action inside her house or else. So no sipping your own potion, let alone sitting on her chairs, without asking. Can I breathe in your house? Can I take 3 steps forward? Etc. The players really got very careful in describing their actions in their turns. Even a innocent 'I scratch my nose thinking..' could be deadly, let alone sabotage their hope of finding such a magical weapon. Finally they find a magical razor sharp boomerang. If you throw it, it widens and can cut of a 1000 heads in one throw, then comes back getting normal sized again. But if you don't catch it, you lose a hand. After four throws the hero using it chases the attacking army away, but loses after the last throw, her second hand and then with nothing to catch it, her head. After that her image becomes a savior deity shown with cut of hands and head. The rest of the party buries the boomerang. Too dangerous.
That sounds awesome!
The first game I ever played in was a one shot where we where all chickens trying to escape an oppressive farmer. At the beginning of the game, we were all told that one of us was not a chicken, but in reality they were a Flamingo in disguise. Fortunately for me, I was in fact the SUS chicken, but I didn’t know what I really was until the end of the game, so it didn’t really play much of a part in the story. When the game began, we were all locked up in a in Farmer Mike’s chicken shed (you’ll see why he’s called farmer Mike later on). There were quite a few of us at the beginning, it was a very big party, something like 6-7 people, not everyone is important to this story, but some of the notable characters include me, my friend Steve playing a dumbass chicken who’d brute force his way through everything (he had grasped role playing before the game, whereas I had not), and a future friend named Neil, playing the exact opposite of Steve’s chicken, who was super smart, but extremely cowardly. The rest I either forgot about or were unmentionables. One more thing I should probably mention is the DM of the game, who was not a librarian (we were all gathered there for the DnD club that was just created, this was before COVID hit), but in fact, a senior at the local high school who’s favorite edition was 3.5. Anyways, we all began inside the chicken shed and began to plot our escape from the tyrant that was Farmer Mike. One player managed to spot a loose floor board, that could possibly be pried open with enough strength. Steve immediately ran at it at full speed, rolling a natural 20 before smashing through the wooden floor board like a cannon ball, tumbling into the darkness bellow that was a large tunnel. We all descended into this hole to rescue Steve, but when we found him, he was knocked unconscious by something big. I slapped him awake, and he regained his consciousness and the swarm of chickens continued further into the tunnel, when we finally came a across a giant rabbit who had dug the hole and had also knocked out Steve’s character. The rabbit, seeing us apologized, saying that “I thought he was a carrot”. This was when one of the characters thought it would be a good time to make a *YOUR MOM* joke directed at the rabbit, which proved to be a fatal mistake. The rabbit kicked the jokester with his powerful hind legs, sending the chicken flying back at a rapid speed before slamming into the dirt wall andante the force of the impact broke all of his bones. He lay there in the floor like jello, and he was most certainly dead. Everyone panicked and fled the scene of the crime further down the tunnel, which eventually opened up to a large courtyard nearby a big house. Neil realized that this is in fact Farmer Mike’s yard, and that we’d need to tread with caution. That was until everyone, including me and Steve, booked it across the yard over to a nearby fence, beyond, freedom awaits. The farmer comes running out of the house, shotgun in hand, before firing it and yelling “he he!” As it ripped through a poor chicken, killing him instantly. It was chaos, people were desperately trying to break the fence and escape, but luckily I had remained by Steve, who was naturally good at breaking wooden planks with his face. One roll later, and me, Steve, Neil, and one other guy managed to escape and live to tell the tale, while everyone else had perished along the way. Our path was paid in blood, but for those that remained had achieved their goal at last; freedom.
So... "Chicken Run" home brew... 👍. I can dig it.
Chiken Run with a Mikael farmer, nice!
My first game goes back to 3.5.
I decided on a dwarf barbarian.
We came across a hill giant hiding poorly behind a column. While the other players were planning to attack it, I offered to try speaking to it, since I could speak Giant. The other players decided to lt me try diplomacy.
The hill giant charged and swung a log at my character, rolling a crit and killing him instantly.
sounds about right
THAT is really fist generation roleplay in modern rules. But, it is also part of roleplay.
My first time seriously playing D&D was fun but almost 20 years ago, before 3rd edition hit the shelves. We were playing 2nd edition and I had a thing for Elves. The first game I can remember well enough to talk about it was a few games into my over all table top experience. I was playing in a group that consisted of a couple of people I had gamed with before and some new folks. We were playing at one of the new people's house and when we sat down for character creation (back in those days there was no session 0, You set up your character and just started playing that day.) I started building my character and started figuring out what I wanted to play. By the time I figured out what race I wanted for sure all the other party members had selected their races. We had two elves, a human and one of the players asked for a random custom race, he played a half Halfling/ half Dwarf character. They had selected classes as well our elves were a Mage and a Ranger, our human took Priest and our dwarfling took Thief. (calling it Rouge was a 3rd ed thing) I originally wanted to do an elven ranger but the DM stated that we already had too many elves and had a ranger in the party already. So I decided to do a halfling and was told "Nope sorry we have one." Human? Nope we have one of those too. I was getting frustrated and chose half elf and was told that we had 2 elves and a human, we didn't need a half elf. I've never liked Gnomes so I didn't even go there, so I suggested a race I disliked a little more and said, "well it seems I'm stuck with a Dwarf." Now not happy I went into class. 2nd Edition had racial and class handbooks, much like 3rd, but the books were sold for each race and class seperately, so I picked up the dwarven sourcebook and looked over the kits that the dwarf offered to help me figure out what class I wanted to play. Races in 2nd ed were a bit limited on classes they could take. Dwarves were limited to Fighter, Rogue, Preist or cross class mixes of those 3 (ie fighter/rogue, fighter/priest and the like) I found a kit that appealed to me so I asked about the Vermin Slayer it was a pure Rogue kit built around being someone who went out into the tunnels of dwarven holds and mines and killed the rats and kobolds and other unwanted vermin that took up residence there) But no, our party already had a rogue, I was able to find something interesting in the priest kits but oh no forget what I wanted to play, we had a priest already. So I ended up making the character I wanted to play almost least, a dwarven fighter of the Myrmadon kit. This kit had very little really cool benifits (unlike the kits I had found earlier which actually looked fun) and I built my character. 2nd ed had a kind of 2.5 edition that was just called "black book edition" as all of the books had black covers with pictures and Advanced Dungeons and Dragons written on the covers in red. The black books also offered extra options, there was skills and powers which gave your DM options he could use like character flaws and advantages, and variant stat rules. we used both of those options. It also offered what we now know to be Epic levels but never got to use that one. So I had my Dwarven Myrmadon and was told I had to pick a character flaw, I looked them over and as I was playing a stereotypical dwarf, I took a flaw that fit said stereotype in Bad Temper. Now this started out as him just being grumpy and hateful to the elves in the group. (again stereotypical for dwarves) Then the halfling was dumb enough to mention his being half dwarf and that set my character off on him. So the only person that was getting any respect from me was the human priest and that was only because he devoted himself to a rightous path. The party was ready so now I will name them (some of these are player names and some are character names as I can't remember some of the character's names) Starting with the hero of this story Me - Thormar, Our human priest whom I will just call priest as I can't remember the player's name or the character's name, Our dwarfling rogue who I will call Phil because I can't remember the character's name, our elven mage who I will call Wolf because again I can't remember the character's name, Kavorik, our elven ranger who was a speed freak that could make a 2 week walk in a day running due to advantages from S&P. This is our party, the fiasco that it was. As the adventure started Kavorik was the most annoying elf that Thormar had ever dealt with so he was going to have to work harder to get any kind of respect from Thormar, Wolf was quiet (mostly because his player hadn't played much) the dwarfling chimed in about his heritage and about got his skull split for insinuating that a dwarf would have the lack of self respect to bed a halfling, much less taint his genes by mixing them with halfling DNA, (Yes I was running Thormar as a bit of an asshole but I was also hoping he would die because I didn't want to play him) So as it stands we have 2 party members that get no respect, one that gets all the respect (the priest) and one that has an easy shot at earning respect (Wolf) We were sent to clear out an old castle that was supposedly haunted. Our first encounter told us that was incorrect as we met a human standing guard outside the gate on a set of wooden stairs that led up to where the drawbridge landed when it was lowered, he was between us and starting the job, priest, Phil and Kavorik tried talking us past him and they all failed and I knew Wolf wouldn't approach so Thormar took the initiative and sprinted up the stairs at the guard his head lowered in an attempt to spear the guard with his head spike, I missed and went over the back edge of the landing he was standing on and fell head first off embedding my helmet spike into the mud and as my helmet was strapped on I was stuck kicking my legs in the air trying to budge the mud. The party finished the guard off and Wolf came over to help me with my helm earning Thormar's respect. Once I was back up with the group we entered the castle. as we were exploring the castle I came across some odd stone work in the floor, moved it aside and found a well made (magical) light crossbow. So of course being the dwarf I started to attach it to my back via the sling until the DM spoke up and told me to give it to the dwarfling because it was meant for him, my magic item would come soon. We wandered through a few more rooms until Kavorik found a pillar set into the corner of a room. He actively searched it for secret doors, asked the DM to roll his chance of finding a secret door passively (something elves could do in 2nd) and was told nothing looked odd, so he snatches the priest's war hammer and starts chipping into said column, once his head gets into the hole, Thormar, hoping this loud mouth braggart of an elf might have the brains to listen to someone of a race that mines for a living and suggested if he was going to waste our time with his pointless search at least shore up his hole with wood or something that way he wouldn't end up getting himself squished and deprive us of the one thing he was decent at. Kavorik pretty much told me to go to hell and kept chiselling in assuring himself of absolutely no respect from me. Finally Thormar gets fed up and tells the party screw it let's leave him. Priest points out that the Elf (which is what Thormar called him for the rest of my time in this group) has his weapon and he needs it. So I pulled Kavorik out of the hole, rippped the warhammer out of his hands and returned it to the priest. Then as we wandered forward and THormar was constantly calling Kavorik "elf" which got me griped at by the DM as I was supposed to be getting along with my party and I told him simply that if I had wanted to play the character then I probably would be. He asked me that if I didn't want to play it why did I set it up and I pointed out to him that he left me little choice. This is getting really long and I think I got my point across without having to cover the BS of what went on later in the game.
TLDR: (because I know it needs it) Was indirectly told what race and class to play after all the other players had picked theirs and ended up playing the character in a way that ticked the DM off. Not respecting party members that either had shown to be idiots and not deserve respect or had done nothing to show deserving of respect and were offensive to his dwarf superior mindset. only played one session but came to love dwarves. lessons learned.
Gonna be honest here ATD. I think you switched up the thumbnails for this vid and the Tuesday vid. Love the work through and hopefully you had an excellent thanksgiving!
I just noticed that XD
Huh, now that you mention it--you're right, haha
In my first game was a 5e one-shot run by a friend of mine. Our party (from what I remember) consisted of: aasimar blood hunter, aaracockra barbarian, gnome wizard. And then there was me, a changeling paladin. Being the inexperienced noob that I was, I had distributed my PC's stats in what I considered a balanced manner. The sad result was a paladin that couldn't paladin. Low HP, pitiful attack rolls, and laughable charisma. Failed nearly everything he attempted and got stomped in every combat encounter. Fortunately, our DM (my friend) was pretty lenient, and we all ended up making new characters. My 2nd character was a mighty war cleric, stats properly allocated to maximize his effectiveness. That next session we were pitted against a wraith, and I proceeded to bully that sucker back to the afterlife.
I enjoy these kind of stories! Nice to hear about people just having fun. My first dnd experience was epic too and I’ve been playing for a year now.
My first D&D game was on Discord.
We where some people who arrived on an island with a ship, my character was a gunsmith (it was a steampunk setting, so a fighter with plans of picking the gunslinger subclass eventually seemed fitting, since I read many stories of the German Canon recently, a gunsmith journeywoman, who just finished her apprenticeship seemed like a good idea) looking for work. When we started, I noticed my voicechat was not working, I could listen, but not speak, so I told the others t start without me, while I was trying to fix it.
The warlock, the druid and the barbarian bond over stopping a mugger with a plant spell, I did not pay much attention, because I was busy googling. The warlock, who was some sort of fire elemental somehow knew the names of the other characters. The other warlock noticed the commotion and tried to see what was going on there; hiding behind a barrel.
That is when I finally got the voicechat chat to work. I also notice the commotion, but since there where still people on the street, I saw no reason to hide. The warlock noticed us and called our names as well. We went to the inn, where the warlock told us about his mission to find people who went missing on the island.
The warlock pays for our rooms. The other warlock and I talk a bit with the people. The other warlock talks about missing people, I ask a bird person with a musket if he knows where the best gunsmiths on the island live.
We go to our rooms as well, I lean some scrap against the door so it falls over and wakes me up, when someone opens the door, because it was probably not wise to accept an invitation from some strangers, especially if there are stories of missing people going around.
That is where the session ended. The next one could start any week now.
Ah my first dnd game. 3.5! I was a kitsune ninja (yep my dm was using homebrew) and we didnt realize that inherent bonuses werent supposed to stack. So once we murdered a dragon and gambled our wealth on a death match we all had about 4 million gold at level 11. Everyone bought +5 (10) weapons and armor but I bought magic codexes that add +5 to your stat permanently. Say hello to 40 wis and 40 dex
A positive experience! I am happy for this player.
I am Scottish, my family is part of the Hunter Clan in Ayrshire Scotland. We came over as indentured servants because of the English. We helped General Washington by supplying the Americans with weapons and iron during the American Revolutionary War.
hell yeah!
My first game was with my family and none of us knew what we were doing. Needless to say it was a mess. We all had our character at level one and our character met each other when we all wake up in a prison cell together for no reason. I don’t remember all that well all our characters but I was a half elf monk and my sister was a elf sorceress and my younger brothers were a blood hunter and another marshal class that I don’t remember and I remember nothing about my younger sisters character. We wake up together in a prison cell with none of our weapons and I decided that it would be easier to try and pick that lock with my darts that I still had instead of break down the door. I got a nat 20 and then failed the stealth check and the guard heard the door open and we all had to fight the metal things that the guard had, with none of our weapons and a monk who was having the worst luck ever. We got out of that because my sister sorceress had fire bolt and was getting ok roles. Then after that we did a dungeon and we found a big hole in the ground. They accidentally dropped my, the level one monk, down the hole. They soon followed with feather falling. I didn’t have feather falling. Then we fought some more baddies and then they threw me up the hole, because I was a monk, no other reason. I finally had some good luck and managed not to die to that. We soon changed pace to went to a different campaign with new characters and with a better understanding of what we were doing. Ps. First combat ever and the first thing my younger sister did was try and hit me. The monk who had better attack chances with my fists and a better AC then her character, I think she did a half caster or something because she couldn’t hit anything with her fists. She tried hitting twice during that first session and she said she did it because she thought it would be funny.
I have three I'm counting as my 'first' dnd games.
The first one, my first first, was just short of a disaster. It was me(your typical edgy drow rogue) and two other newbies(a tiefling warlock(I think?) and a human wizard(not too sure on this one either)) with a DM who's played the game enough to be the one running the dnd club at school. He was a chill guy and was obviously trying his best with us, but between the totm style(I've learned I really am bad at that), me and one other's chronic anxiety it was a struggle. Originally it was just the wizard and I, me being given a quest from a client as an assassin, then it was decided it was given to the wizard cause she was the only other one who showed up because the DM couldn't think of a way to get our two characters to interact in character, especially after her first attempt at roleplaying. And by 'roleplaying', I mean her chaotic good little wizard who literaly just left her home for the first time tried to burning hands some guy in the face because he was drunk in the tavern when she came down from her room. I later realized this player didn't care about the game and was only there to hang out with friends. Mid job, we passed through a goblin cave and came across the tiefling and she joined our party from there.
It was slow going from there as none of us exactly knew what we were doing and the DM was really just leaving it up to us. On top of that, the wizard was also constantly leaving mid session because her mom asked her to do housework or go grocery shopping. That player was soon unable to make most sessions and was effectively dropped after a total of probably four sessions.
The DM then added two of his friends who were much more comfortable but effectively put an end to me and my friend's experimenting due to previously mentioned anxiety. We played probably two more sessions after, but sessions were few and far between and after probably three sessions, the group kinda fell apart.
The second one I didn't count as really my first game because I could've never played in that campaign and nothing would've changed. This one was online with a group of complete strangers, so already I knew I was going to struggle with my anxiety going in. I was also joining in mid campaign and while this is a mild nonissue to most people, I need to know most things that happened prior or I'm lost until I figure out the whole story. I was playing a variant tiefling druid/rogue, but I have absolutely no recollection of the other characters. I know there was a dwarf and a dragonborn, but out of five other characters that's all I remember. I'm still not entirely sure what was going on, as I was there for maybe three sessions, but all I remember is I got full killed in one shot by a dragon on my first session and we had to retcon a bit and I got all my stats rerolled immediately. It was a funny event, but that was honestly the most interaction I had with that group.
I feel kinda bad for saying it, but my biggest problem with the group was that this was a whole group of army vets or some on active duty. This added a very short list of problems, namely being 1)lowkey my weedy twink ass was kinda scared of them??? like these dudes could probably chuck me a whole football field and not break a sweat??? this was almost a nonissue though, as my social anxiety kept me from saying much anyways, and 2) I had asked about this beforehand and been told there wasn't gonna be any of it, but there were a lot of vaguely homophobic/transphobic things being thrown around, especially when insulting other branches of the military. They weren't exactly saying anything bad, but the way they were insinuating things like the navy seemed kinda sus or wondering if air force were actually girls, it felt like they were using it as insults and being a trans guy playing a gay character.... you get the picture. they were a fun group to listen to most of the time, but I really didn't mesh well with them and left the group.
My third 'first' is also my currently running one. This is an online group I was invited to by my best friend with his boyfriend as the DM. Our party consists of me, a half-elf druid/rogue(yes i realize every character I've played has levels in rogue fight me), my friend's mixed elf bard, the godling monk/warlock, the -jotun mommy- jotun... I think she's a paladin, the void elf artificer/rogue(I think that's homebrow for this campaign) as well as currently two npc's, the hyperactive godling child and some yuan-ti dude that was supposed to die session 1 but I accidentally dragged along and apparently have been flirting with and the entire group thinks we're dating. And yes, the DM did immediately mention how he was supposed to die post session 1 and had to figure out who this dude was, but now he's the semi more sociable other half to my character.
This group is a lot of fun to play with and I'm having an easier time, since this time I made a character with social anxiety so at least that's in character too. The DM was totally chill when I had to sit out a session due to mental health reasons and everyone's been patient with me and my approximately 10 sessions worth of experience over two years. We use Roll20 as well so that helps me a lot having a visual map to look at and know what's happening and the DM makes sure to give everyone a chance to speak up when asked what we want to do, something else I struggle with. It's been great playing with them and I'm looking forwards to our next session!
My first time was me being a tortle wizard but that campaign fell through. On my second game currently and I’m a warforged wizard( a rock golem, 8ft 8 880lbs, 1 year old stone boi). It’s great and warforged are my second favorite race. Hope everyone has great campaigns
Im one my first campaign
Im a champion fighter turned rune knight and we are off to kill marauders (named marauders of the night) to apess an eldrich cat and then go stab the lich
Technically my first session was a little get me used to dnd session where i shot a skeleton over and over instead of me using the ability I apparently had to kill it faster...when I could have used my pet cheetah as a meat shield but that campaign fell apart after we made our characters.... Then I did a couple sessions in vrchat several years later but that campaign died after three sessions. I'm playing with my husband now and we are going through the starter kit, so pregen character but still fun, and he has this idea for a world when we get done with the starter and essentials kit. The vrchat thing might start back up again but the dm had to sell his headset to pay bill and he still has to find people to play with that wont just randomly quit. I really like my vrchat character though, he's a marital arts tortle that has way of the astral self.
My first time was in a bookshop. It was the only D&D game going and it was aimed as family friendly. So it was me, three kids (about 6-8) and their parents. It was hilarious. A great start.
I love that the paladin seemingly failed every strength check, and even failed to pry a book out of an old lady’s hands when she probably had arthritis anyway.
I can’t say my first experience with D&D was a good one. When the prospect of D&D came to me, I think it was described to me as just another roleplaying game, since I was a lot more active on that sort of forum (mostly Pokémon). In fact, when I first heard the name “D&D”, my mind immediately went to all the cartoons that poked fun at the hobby- while I was still heavy on Pokémon stuff. But I had a few ideas I could try and characters to use so I checked it out.
This was somewhere in the early 2000s and my memory gets a little fuzzy trying to recall, but I do remember the key details to what I did and what happened since it ended up being a VERY short first session and what one might call a somewhat of a horror story.
It was a text-based RPG, running 3.5e on MIM, I think (before I knew Skype, but used it for later games, both text and voice); using a program called Redblade to create the character. It’s me, the friend who invited me, I think some others I don’t remember and the DM.
I played a female rogue named Rain, who was anything BUT the stereotype of baby’s first edgelord, based more off Rikku from FFX except a little bit more serious and a lot more greedy (still a thief). She was cool though- no picking pockets, killing guards. She had your back, despite being a short-brown haired, green eyed kleptomaniac, but hey, some stereotypes are your friends when you’re new.
In game, I played Rain as much of a face as I thought was needed. Try to talk to people, stand up for those mistreated. I wanted to be a team player. I think my first words, while we were I our generic starting tavern, were something along the lines of “Hey! My friend said he wanted a drink!” while trying to roll Intimidation, thinking he was being ignored. In saying that, I don’t even remember what the other players were, or even if we introduced each other. I do remember what the DM played, because he made a DMPC, this massive Fighter I’ll call Titan who I think was a half giant or something?
Looking back, I think I may have been annoying to deal with. No, scratch that, I was annoying the DM. Because I think he threw us into combat shortly in and I was the main target. Titan stepped in to help me out as we took things outside and the bad guy gets initiative.
Bear in mind, I don’t know how my character works at this time. I didn’t buy armor, and my idealized version of the thief was a sneaky type who backstabs- and I didn’t even know how backstabbing worked. So yeah, I think I rolled low on HP because Rain got *destroyed* on the first turn- bashed into a bloody paste with a morningstar. My friend is asking me in the background if I had this, that or the other and I had no clue what he was talking about.
I think the DM wanted to give me a moment of awesome so he had Rain revived with Olidammara in a cool way.
I get up and the bad guy’s back is turned. Time for a backstab. With a dagger.
Me: “4 damage!”
DM: “Is that with the sneak attack?”
Me: Checking my sheet, “I… don’t know?”
The DM got frustrated, had Titan pull out his sword and then just cut the guy in half. Don’t even remember the damage.
I kinda check out at that point, feeling like I should know the game better and make a promise to try to learn how my character works.
Next game, I make a better rogue with Titan in the party in the next game (playing with the same friend and DM) and this guy is more of the same but like to do false surrendering to the enemy to get a sneak attack. Neither Titan, nor the DM, are amused by it after the second time.
Through it all, something stuck and I ended up DMing myself, through 3.5e, and 5e, Pathfinder 1e and Shadowrun 4e- all with their own horror stories of their own rites from bad choices in players, DMing mistakes and one time due to spite. But those are stories for another time…
Edited: Some spelling mistakes and missing details.
My first time was with lost mines, and with my first roll I fell -into- the dead horse on the road, which I was standing on to scout the area. My poor halfling.
I remember in my first session I had a human wizard named Jon who was basically a Texan Hogwarts dropout cowboy with a magic gun.
The most memorable thing was when I rolled a crit on a goblin with fire bolt and accidentally quadrupled the damage because I was using DND beyond and they have the 2 dice rolling on crits automatically which I forgot about so I did 2 d10 x2 + modifier.
Safe to say I gave that little gobbie a rapid premature cremation
Jon? As in "John" Marston?
@@mannhouse8014 Bullseye
The beginning... Christ... I was 9... I'd been watching the cartoon series on TV, and I'd seen a few commercials about the game. Kids setting up cardboard mini's and boards... chasing sh*t through dungeons and having a great time... I found a ratty DMG at the flea market, and a set of dice, and I bought them... It was a kind of dry and complicated read at the time, but I POURED over that book...
You can imagine the Characters when I found a couple friends who were interested in Playing and finding out about the origin of hat cartoon show, too... ONLY a DMG with some pages that looked chewed on, a few suspicious stains that made reading difficult here and there... and 3 kids at a grade school reading level trying to figure the game out as we went...
Obviously, it was a dungeon thing and we needed an inn or tavern, since there were direct mentions... It was only sort of like the cartoon, but we only had two Players and ONE DM at the time, so we struggled onward, getting our impressions of the game with monsters from movies or books and fairy tales or whatever we'd found and seen or something. Compared to "Authentic" Adventures you'd recognize today, it was obviously a sh*t-show, but we'd seen the kids in the cartoon doing all their own wild things, discovering stuff, making and improvising their plans... living as well as adventuring...
AND yes, we had an in-game "quest giver" Character based on the Dungeon Master from the cartoon, but I'd figured out the DM situation, so we tinkered around with why he was an old Dwarf and how our questing around and raiding all these dungeons was supposed to be of great interest to him... BUT that was all more than 30 years ago... MANY MANY Campaigns, Adventures, and One Shots between then and now...
Yeah, eventually we were delighted to know about things like the PHB and Monster Manual... THAT sure cleared up a LOT... AND at least, 2nd Edition publications weren't so horribly different from 1st ed's that we couldn't function...
By High School, there was about a dozen of us "Misfits" who hung out together, created puzzles, monsters, and customized magic items... argued and advocated our NPC's and mysterious villains and plots as much and as fervently as our PC heroes...
Yeah, D&D is about the PEOPLE you're with. It takes the whole group to pull together and make it THE greatest hobby in the world, and it's not so delicate that any one person can utterly ruin it. They can only ruin their way out of a good Table or Group...
Bad Players are often like Bad GM's... Terrible Novelists with delusions of grandeur. ;o)
Me looking at the thumbnail: Frisk? Is that you Frisk?
Alright i’ve managed to say YIRBEL LIVES quite a few times but I know i’ve been lagging ohm a few other folks. Like Oogie who fixes things good, mister J who lurks, a few very tragic war forged who’s names escape me this very moment DRATS!
Sounds like this guy did a really good job for his first time. Granted it is told from his perspective, but this is still told so well, and is really funny.
I cant wait for my first time i need someone to teach it to me first been 2 years no luck on a teach nor possible group
sup dude u want to join a campaign?
I just found your site today. I love your site. New subscriber here
The picture looks really good
My 1st official dnd game was with some snarky jerks in adventure league. Played 2 games before quitting that and finding actual friends to play with.
Omg this story is about me because same I still haven’t been able to play D&D but I want to I don’t have any DND friends I don’t even know what days or what books to get If anyone can help me get an actual DND Game and experience I would love it and be really appreciate it
That was an awesome first session!
That sounds like an awesome intro to DnD :D
My first campaign is still running
nice story art, nicer story!
This story was amazing
I was confused by the last thumbnail and this thumbnail only to realize that they are swapped.
i played a tiefling and slapped a fish person the first time i played dnd
I had submitted a story via email a couple weeks ago. I tried following up on it, to see if it was accepted, rejected, or other. But I haven’t yet got a response.
Finally, some good D&D
I am a Lord!
For the last part i recommend the subreddit
r/antiwork
Seriously fuck bosses that demand you to skip your rights in order to provide them more money.
Is that Frisk, Undertale?
I really like the stories about the actual adventures , I get tired of the "that player" stories
Specialisms? Specializations you meant.
Anyone else see frisk from undertale in the picture or is it just me?
Wish I could recount mine, but I’m never given the chance to join a campaign no matter how hard i try.
want to join a campaign? no one should be denied a game.
@@jonathanwesley5189 what kind?
@@infinitemind3719 vampire the masquerade its basically dark gothic D&D with more player choices and roleplay opportunity
@@jonathanwesley5189 oh yay I think I know about that one. Watched a couple episodes of it being played and it got me interested. I learned a little bit of the rules and systems of it. I’m not as well versed in it as 5e but I’d be interested in playing it. I remember that I had a character idea in mind. A vampire cleaner/hit man. He would often be sent by the houses to “deal” with incidents involving humans and vampires. Often resulting in him having to get rid of a body or make it look like something else happened and then punish any unruly vampire that jeopardizes the masquerade. How are we going to do this? Roll20 and discord?
@@infinitemind3719 discord my dude send me ur username with the # and i'll inv u to the server now lets us make a vampire story
Neat
I love this whole story other than the DM saying the trick is to have the ending in mind, IMO that’s the worst thing a DM can do and it’s better to have an overarching background story and let the players fill you in on their own story within that…. Having an ending in minds just makes bad DMs feel like they need to railroad the party to their resolution
Palladium Broke me; 12 straight hours for just 1 combat session, And this guys complaining about 5 XD
Gurps was also a headache.
I have not had the pleasure to experience a serious d&d campaign.
Redo the intro its getting more and more bit crushed
I don’t think the American constitution allows U.S. citizens to own Titles of nobility
Hi, 1st
Good job
You won 10 internet points
"How long it took, 5 hours."
In what world is that long? 8 hours is completely normal. People and their short attention span these days...
did you really just take a sponsor thats a known scam?
Your add is a scam. Scotland takes titles seriously. If you go around there calling your self lird or lady (and your not, for simply buying this) you will be in a heap of trouble. Don't fall for it. Its 100% bs. And shame on the operator for peddling it.
Sorry all things dnd it’s a dislike for you for the advert, I will continue to do so every time for the advert until you 1, say Dunfermline right and 2 get your history right, England invaded Scotland not the other way around.
u know thats how youtubers make money is through adverts and donations if u dont like the advert then join the club no one does but i dont want these creators to not get paid because i couldn't w8 5 secs
@@jonathanwesley5189 you do know it doesn’t take long to get the pronunciation right and it doesn’t take long to find out England invaded Scotland. That’s what I hate the inaccuracies, I want the record set straight it’s beneficial for all in the long run because facts, nothing to do with money, it’s more to do with “fake history” that is being peddled
I like the horror stories better. This was boring.
its a nice change of pace from the doom and gloom. this story is fun and playful