Our Ranger is too good for Barovia, too pure. A house, boarded up, stinking of old meat and mildew from the gap in the boards where the Rogue tried to peer inside...and his first suggestion is, "We should try to say hello first, because they might be okay." Like, sweet halfling Clay is on his tippytoes calling softly through the window of a boarded-up house: "Helloooo? Hello?" The low, grating groan doesn't deter him. "Oh, sorry - I didn't mean to wake you up from your sleeping!" Shuffling footsteps, a heavy thud and scraping at the boards.... and he straight up apologises for bothering the obvious zombies if they're hungover, he just wanted to make sure they were okay! (He made a nigh-miraculous saving throw to avoid being hauled in by the hair when the zombies broke through the window.) ...This is what happens when your party from a cute little wizard tower oneshot ask if you can run a horror campaign for the same characters. It's hilarious, but also, oh my god Clay I know you successfully friended your way out of combat in 90% of the tower encounters because nothing there was at its core malevolent but now i very much fear for your life expectancy
Planning to jump into a MotW one shot tomorrow, in part because yay one shot and in part to further test how the system plays so I know if I want to run a game with it. Making an Initiate (a relatively new member of a secret sect of monster slayers), and was messing around in that Homestuck picrew going around, so I did some randomization and adjusting til I saw a character I had a sense of personality from. Spoiler: image, moderate size My notion right now is to play her as Alphys might imagine Undyne - if Alphys weren't distracted by shipping. Somebody tough and protective, but very much a huge nerd. Simultaneously taking a serious responsibility seriously, training hard with scars to prove it, but excitable and prone to getting caught up in things of interest, and not super savvy about the things she hasn't specifically learned about. I figure "Daina" is a good name for combining Undyne and Alphys, as long as I don't start saying "Diane" instead. The move Ancient Fighting Arts would let her do a little harm and also get +1 going forward when protecting someone, Helping Hand would let her give +2 instead of +1 if successfully helping out... and maybe That Old Black Magic to be able to use magic to get 1 investigate a mystery question via +Weird, rather than using +Sharp to maybe get multiple. So with wanting Tough and Cool, figuring the rating array of -1 Charm, +1 Cool, 0 Sharp, +1 Tough, +2 Weird.
random funny d&d memory that just popped into my head: that time the dwarf ranger got his charisma drained to 2 during a fight... and so the player spoke in unintelligible Boomhauer-esque gibberish until we were able to get it restored. which ended up being multiple sessions.
During our most recent session of a one-shot (the Frostmaiden one), the party went in pursuit of a magic cauldron that we'd recovered a couple sessions ago. It creates basically unlimited food, which is helpful when you're having to do things like sacrifice all of a day's fishing catch in order to help stave off the fury of a vindictive deity. So, we track down the thief without any particular issues (our mounts are going to need to rest for a day, because we pushed them too hard, but that's it) and the GM drops the handout for the town the thief ran to (where she has some connections and possibly family). Included in the handout is the town speaker, who is Naerth Maxildanarr. Hand to god, I did not scroll down on the map to spot ahead of time that Naerth is also in the town inn, with the thief. Now, important sidenote: one of the gimmicks of the setting is that everyone's got a dark secret of some kind. Something that's maybe not bad to have the rest of the party know, but which is rather on the personal side. My character, Rahesha's dark secret is Old Flame - the rules of which state that I get to pick one NPC in Ten-Towns that I can see and declare that they're my character's former lover, and this then requires them to be helpful and friendly to my character no matter how checkered our past might be. So, I send the GM a DM, and go "hey, can I pick Naerth as my character's old flame? I am asking this because it'll be funny. And possibly helpful, but mostly funny." The GM, who is fully aware of who is and isn't on the map, goes "you know what? This'll be hilarious, go for it." The monk accidentally gets spotted by the thief while scouting around the outside of the inn, after we send one party member (a changeling) in while disguised as someone the thief won't have seen before. And that triggers combat. So it's about - idk, maybe three rounds of the rest of the party fighting Naerth and his thugs, before my character manages to get to where she can join in and also spot him. Followed by "Hi, Naerth~!", which is met with a very disbelieving "Oh gods, you're alive!", and the two of them then proceeded to spend the rest of combat arguing over the linguistic semantics of him having paid someone to steal the cauldron and him declaring various things to be 'the reason why we never worked out', including her being a Scorpio and him being an Aries. (He also immediately went "okay, change of plans, men. Take them alive, do not kill any of them.") One of the other party members is, I think, very disapproving of this past relationship and really not okay with the fact that we're not killing Naerth for the crime of being a mob boss, and once combat is over, he goes "so how many murders have you had carried out, Naerth? I want Rahesha to know the number." Which just led to Rahesha being exasperated, because she feels patronized by that; it's not like she's unaware that her evil ex is, in fact, literally evil. (Also because Naerth is lawful evil, and Rahesha's also aware that he's very careful about obeying the laws.)
Our sorcerer polymorphed himself and our barbarian into T-rexes during combat. DM ruled that with an intelligence of 2, they didn't remember who was their friends or allies, so they got to keep their basic personality traits - sorcerer wants to make friends with everyone, barbarian wants to do a murder I made a comic
I got to dm for the first time tonight! We were gonna do a oneshot since part of the group couldn't make it and our usual dm asked if i wanted to set up a pirate adventure with all player characters completely randomized. it was extremely chaotic and I wasn't too great with mechanics, but i muddled through and got a ton of compliments :DDD ... Im pretty lucky our dm is a chill dude because i may have accidentally caused a handful of members to loudly exclaim I'm a more fun dm But yeah it was stupid and made no sense and it was a blast
I started playing in a new game on Thursday night. During the first combat, I rolled two natural ones on attack rolls, was then mindcontrolled into attacking myself, and promptly rolled a 20.
my 4 ft something selkie during yesterday's session managed to hook up with the like, ten foot naga man who was hiring us to deal with a slime problem he had. She'd had a great time in ever sense of the word
i have to tell everyone everywhere possible that over the last few sessions of one campaign i'm in, my firbolg rogue made friends with a horse-sized hyena and named it mustard (because the party wouldn't let them call it "stinky" OR "musty one"). it's there purely for flavour (carrying loot and supplies), but i love it so much.
My dm said he would let us change subclasses because of the new Tasha's stuff and specifically said he thought I'd like the Oath of Watchers for my paladin, who has the mounted combatant feat. For those of you who don't play a paladin, Find Steed summons a celestial, fae, or fiendish spirit in the form of a mount. So now I'm envisioning some paladin making it to level 5, finally getting to summon a steed, and then accidentally turning their own goshdarn mount in combat.
Tfw your mount desperately attempts to dash from you, but doesn't bother bucking, so you're just in constant motion around the battlefield
Me: So you said that we can buy anything in the Player's Handbook Equipment chapter while we're in town. Pyro, My Long-Suffering DM: Yes? Me: I direct your attention to the Mounts and Other Animals table on page 157, in particular the entry between "Donkey or mule" and "Horse, draft". Pyro: ... And that's how we got Bessie the elephant.
Poor Freckles, got abjured and bolted. Meanwhile, in my MoTW campaign, our beloved Keeper has led us to a quest where my [strike]Viking[/strike] Norse housewife offered to help the local doddsman, during the ren faire, with rounding up the court members of a fae queen who wants to go home real early. Cos she arrived here with them and the rules say she's not allowed to leave without everyone who came with her. We also volunteered to track down her magic wand. Which she lost. To a small child. In a game of mancala. (Yes, the faerie queen is trying to sulk off home in Highest Dudgeon because she lost to a small child.) Since the wand was given as a reward for winning the game, it can't just be yoinked off the child - it has to be traded for, fairly, otherwise the faerie queen potentially owes a debt that still needs to be filled. The plan is, currently, for the Norse housewife to approach the kid and offer a wand that she's made, and which one of the other PCs has enchanted so that it'll create sparkles and pretty lights and fun noises and be completely safe for a small child, unlike a gotdang Real Ass faerie wand. Complicating matters: we have no idea what the child looks like, it's the opening day of faire, and also there's a stall selling 'fairy wands'. This is gonna be a time, folks.
so a lot of our party has animal companions of some sort, so our based DM decided to let us level them if they join in combat I have a Giant Strider as a mount (long story, she's a gift). She chomped at a reskinned phase spider so she got XP from that fight. My giant strider how has 39HP, 3 hit dice (d10) and I'm on my way to make commission her a hide armour out of allosaurus skin. other example: our fighter has a giant sentient fly as a companion (named Aldrin). Aldrin now has 3 tiny ass crossbows. Soon he'll be proficient I'm sure.
This is about my group more than the game we're playing, but our dm got stuck at work later than expected so we were waiting for him to arrive. We had taco casa for dinner, and ended up with a Lot of leftover burritos (which are his favorite), so we set up a "surprise" for him. We took two of the paper boats taco casa serves food in and stacked the burritos inside like a bean tube filled treasure chest, drew a pentagram on top, arrainged hot sauce packets, d20s, and mini lego figures around it, dimmed the lights low in the dining room while turning the rest in the house off, lit a creepy lantern, and put on scary ambiance music, and hid. We hid until he showed up, and when he came in there was just silence and then he said "i love you guys" and we all had a good laugh. So yeah we're the dnd group your mom warned you about
Yesterday we...perhaps slightly derailed the session. we went to investigate orc sightings. Or paladin went to talk with them, found out they wre displaced by a group of Yuan-ti. Offered to try and fix this. Now ther were a LOT of Yuan-ti, and only three of us, so we went calling around for some friends to help out. Final tally: 1 ranger (me) 1 paladin (green knight) 1 fighter 1 barbarian (npc) 1 ancient naga (npc) 25 Gnolls + giant hyenas + regular hyenas aka 'we're making out DM work out how to siege warfare'
Spoiler: Big img My friend's little brother started playing with us today and his character is a possum with a bunch of baby ducklings and so I drew his character today and I love him. His name is Ralph, I believe.
Dnd game of two and a half years ended because of player frustration. It had been coming for a while and I was mostly looking for a good time to bow out, but I'm still really sad about it. We asked what the campaign ending was going to be (it was a homebrew) and it turned out to be everyone's favourite narrative fake out: the world wasn't real. For the past couple days I've been in this weird state of grieving for my character because what the DM seemed to think it was a neat and cool ending that should satisfy everyone, while I'm just left feeling like nothing she did mattered. (And I mean, it's fiction, obviously it didn't matter, but it should matter *in* the fiction.)
