D&D Players, What happened at your last session? 🅿️3  

At a convention, hanging out. Group of girls runs up to us, say "Guess what? You just lost, THE G@ME!" begin to walk away, laughing. "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" I shout at them. "Why should we tell YOU?" they respond. "Doesn't matter. Point is, due to something called 'associative memory', you're going to remember this, INCLUDING what just happened before. THIS means, everytime someone asks 'what's your name?', this will pop into your head. Sure, you made us lose THE G@ME, but with what I've done, you'll be losing it the rest of your life." The sudden shock & despair that washed over their faces. Priceless.

Wasn’t my last session but once when I ran a home brew where my sisters had to mess up a vampire wedding, they kidnapped the groom. Ok so I was rolling to see when the castle would start casing them. I kid you not it took six turns for anyone to leave the castle. Then when the vampires landed on the carriage they stole, both vampires failed their dex saves and got blown off by a wind spell and smacked off by a passing tree limb respectively.

I'm running Shadowdale, the scouring of the land. A forgotten realms adventure where the Zhents have invaded and conquered Shadowdale, and the PCs are waging guerilla war to spark an uprising. We're getting near the end of the adventure, with just a couple of objectives left before the leader of the invading army arrives to try to squash the rebellion and they have the final fight to free the dale. At this point they had two days of downtime before they were going to help ambush a supply caravan coming to bring supplies to the invading army. They also have a fairly large pocket dimension home (a clearing in a primeval forest about 1/2 mile wide), and the spirit the maintained this space was about to finish building their hot spring. Due to life, one player was a couple of hours late, had to take off for 20 minutes a couple of times, and was in general exhausted for 12 hours working out in the hot sun. So it kind of turned into a beach episode. We spent about 2 hours with our characters in the hot springs, just doing role play. Little bit of humor, little bit of character development and sharing of secrets/feelings, a bit of a sadness when talking about dreams for the future, and a little bit of philosophy and discussion about fate vs choice. We accomplished absolutely nothing plotwise, but it's one of a half dozen or so really memorable sessions because of character interaction.

My party has essentially been traveling in a post-apocalyptic Nirn from the Elder Scrolls universe, set hundreds or thousands of years after the events of Skyrim. Allegedly we were about 2/3 of the way through the campaign, and has just landed on the shores of what was once Atmora, but is now the last vestiges of humanity after the unknown cataclysm. Immediately on making landfall, something seems... off. People are staring at one of our party members, who takes on the shape of a human but is actually a wisp. The aforementioned human whom this wisp took as a form, however, has committed heinous crimes against the people, murder and the like, and was the creator of Harp (aforementioned wisp). Regardless, the town guard took notice of this, and proceeded to have us all arrested under the presumption that Harp was actually the aforementioned man in question. Here's where the twist came in. Just before the arrest, the guards mention that they are in kahoots with the Dark Brotherhood. For those who are not familiar with the Dark Brotherhood, it is essentially a group of religious assassins for hire. Harp, however, had one trick up his sleeve that our DM did not see coming. Knowing the violence and the chaos the Dark Brotherhood cause, as an extreme pacifist, he used a wishing ring that had been granted to him literal irl months earlier to "wish that the Dark Brotherhood ceased to exist". And just like that, they vanished Infinity-War style, essentially derailing the DM's plans. Now, our DM actually had prepared a boss fight in the form of the Night Mother, the deity of the Dark Brotherhood, but she had prepared this fight to occur SEVERAL LEVELS LATER. However, since the wish eliminated the Dark Brotherhood, and not their patron deity, the only course of action that made any sense (and mind you, the table agreed) was for her to descend and attempt revenge. It was a brutal fight that ended in a half-TPK, with my character, Lyra, barely surviving. And that was last session, where we accidentally cut short the campaign 2/3's of the way through because of a series of actions that had consequences. And mind you, it was emotional, but I'm damn surprised at just how much party cohesion we have and trust in the DM *not* to DM -versus-Player that we were all cool with the last 3rd of the campaign being a separate campaign in its own right😂

last session, we "finished" our version of curse of Strahd, we lost a few players due to life, and ended the module with a finale face off (on our own terms) we faced off against Strahds army, but before a shot could be fired (the exception being a few insults) our primary BBEG was revealed. Turns out she is one of several god like beings, and is in search of the power over the for seasons. (we thwarted her first attempt at getting the power of winter christmas of 2022). as she advanced on us our allies in the form of a few fey teleported us out of there and back to waterdeep where we are now regrouping, and learned that in our years long absence dark forces have been gathering. we are now preparing for a long and large scale war.

Last session the party in my pathfinder 2nd edition homebrew campaign, the party has returned to rescue another PC who had been captured after doing something very stupid in the previous session. The rescue mission was in a network of tunnels dug underneath the town by kobolds. They were ambushed upon their return and a fight broke out. 2 casters and a fire elemental as well as 9 other kobolds surrounded the party. 2 rounds before the fight ends our kitsune rogue rolled enough nat 1s for an entity only known as "The goose" to appear. It gets its own initiative, as well as a type of behavior depending on whats rolled on a D100. This goose stole the rogue's best dagger. On the gooses next turn it moves up at attacks the rogue twice. Two Nat 20s. The rogue went to exactly zero. Out cold and humiliated by "The Goose" who then vanished. One kobold got away dropping a wand of "manifold missiles (3rd)" from pre remaster. Everyone else gets killed except for the other caster who is humiliated and threatened with a bad time if he doesn't co-operate. If only we had a small skeleton to deliver that line.

Last session, we've been adventuring in 1943-44 in a homebrew game. Yes, D&D in WW2. We finished our adventure in a pyramid to find an artifact. (we actually found multiple artifacts. My bard has a harp of something. We don't know what it does yet. We defended a small village with walls from a combo of German soldiers and demons. I was playing two characters due to a few sessions with only 2 players. One of my characters killed the Demon leader. Luckily that character is being watched over by a god, (they're both from another universe, the last two beings after a war between gods. That keeps the god with him from doing too much, he's afraid of getting noticed by the gods of whatever universe they're in.) The party thinks he's dead, but he's been whisked away to another universe to be used in another game. That's when the session ended. Next session we're taking an airship to Rome to find a guy who can replace a tuning peg on the harp of something.

My character Indora, a half-ogre (Brute) Fighter with a scythe challenged a Hill Giant King in single combat for his throne and kingdom. Level 4, Each of the party members assisted in the fight, either by precasting bless, giving an potion to me to deal 1 more damage per hit, or by holding their action to make some sneaky casts during the fight. I myself rolled on a random loot table a few sessions previous and got a Giant's Bane Weapon Oil, so... no better time to use it! In the climax of the fight, this hill giant king cast a Mud Wave (Tidal Wave) and Indora would have been easily defeated as he was on 3 HP after doing significant damage during the fight, and the hill giant unable to make more than 2 successful rolls to hit (plate armor ftw). Then our resident Fairy wizard casts vortex warp as a held action. Teleporting me above the Hill Giant and out of harms way. I proceed to come down and drive it up under his chin and nat 20 the dex save to land on his head. He swings and misses. My turn again I pull the scythe up... Nat 20, slicing this Hill Giant Kings head in half, He collapses and I slide down his back and into his throne just behind us. His crown, dangling from my scythe as I declare, "Even your gods side with me... now kneel." Staring down the onlooking hill giants who quickly tossed themselves to the floor, causing a bit of an earthquake... Now how do I lead?

My usual group of five was down to TWO today. So I did what, I’ve been threatening to do if that happened and ran an olde school game. I gave the players each a sheet with space for four characters. Just stats, rolled 3d6 twice, choose the better roll, in order, and d4 for hit dice. The players started in a prison as livestock for goblins. The goblins came to get some of their livestock (goblins are hungry creatures, and one of the PCs died immediately to a spear, but that’s okay because they had three more right on the same sheet. His second character was a lot faster to react. They escaped the goblins by being very careful, and even used tactics and were more careful than they normally would be. Though each player lost their first PC, they had three more right there, so immediately back in the action. When they got out of the cave and made it to town, I gave them the real sheet, and now if that ever happens again, I am ready to take the party through the Village of Hommlet. Hell, I may do it anyway.

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During my last session I was the DM, I was introducing five new people to Curse of Strahd and by association, the Death House. Two of the players refused to let me explain how dual classes worked and brought level two characters to a group of level ones. Then they insisted on not communicating with the rest of the group because they wouldn't take my offer that they could take common as a free language. Then they ran screaming from the Death House to go challenge Strahd for literally no reason other than his name was in the campaign title. The other three players didn't want to take the dog with them, ate the rotten food and got sick, were nearly killed by the ghostly maid, two of them got possessed and wouldn't try to figure out how to resolve the issue, and then they refused to sacrifice a comrade so they all died to the creature in the ritual chamber under the basement... Obviously the two who ran off to murder Strahd never made it to his castle, they got attacked by some undead under the control of a hagraven coven and were sacrificed.

in my last session of D&D, well before I can begin, I should explain a little bit of what’s going on because the campaign is a complete home Brew we are working our way up to fight evil Gordon Ramsay, who is using his own custom level nine version of vicious mockery to turn people into sentient food so we have Joseph Stalin our pizza who is a paladin, the French toast I forget his name doesn’t really matter too much anyway, that is a wizard, and me the block of cheese that is a rogue Druid, so we had to fight a Godzilla rat I mean it was the same type of a normal rat, but it had Godzilla like attacks when it used its beam attack. It instantly killed both the paladin and the toast, but I managed to save successfully and took no damage so I transform into a bear and grapple the Godzilla rat successfully, despite being one size smaller than it. then proceeded to do 120 something damage in a single turn to it, cutting its health roughly in half before we got saved by a coconut who is also a black Smith, so we bought some armor and weapons from him, then went to go talk to the king of coconuts, who apparently we just saved their village from this Godzilla rat with some help and he gave us some rewards and the new quest to go to the fridge to try to talk to the other fruit and maybe get the other fruit to stop trying to kill the coconuts

So I joined this group cause of my friend and we had 3 DMs, the first one was apparently one that really liked my character concepts as I focused more on the RP aspect of everyone. Unfortunately he wanted to play a character too so we had the 2nd DM. The second seemed to just have it out for me. I asked, and got approved to play a Paladin. So I made a relatively easy going Paladin of Glory questing to be ready for a tournament dedicated to his God. He spent every session trying to make me an Oathbreaker. But the 3rd DM is where I things went to shit. He mentions how the group needs a healer and asks if I'd be willing to do it. I tell him yes but with our level and gear layout, I'd like to try playing an Alchemist, I got to start with special cauldrons that let me mass produce potions and a near free rez, this seemed good. The DM did not share the same details with me as he did everyone though. He told everyone they can have a legendary of their choice and me, only a very rare. Since he didn't bother to look at my sheet and we hadn't a chance to use my item, I asked to swap it for a legendary like the others. He said no, it's too late...even though he allowed a player to switch classes at this time, but fine, my item made was still quite nice. So I was the main support, everything was fine until the 2nd DM joined as a player with his friend. They both came in as Clerics and the 2nd DM essentially forbid me from being a fucking healer! He was a Forge Cleric and took all the diamonds for himself "for resurrection spells" despite me being able to rez people with 10 golds worth of Salt. The DM simply shrugged and said, "Tough luck for the Alchemist, I guess." I wasn't going to stay where I obviously wasn't wanted, excused myself, and said personal issues came up and left. Even my friend at the table thought that was bullshit, the way the DMs treated me.

I unsplit the party. 2 of our party members were underground while I was above ground with another party member (neither of us wanted to split the party, but it happened.) Both groups were in different combat sessions happening at the same time, one above the other, and I happened to cause a cave in by casting Earth Tremor, causing both combats to sync.

lol a lot. my group was getting ready for an end harvest festival, in which they dealt with corrupt judges for a baking competition one of the NPCs they like was participating in, filled in for a trapeze performer, went to an end evening dance in the name of the unicorn that helped found the town, stopped some of the wheat silos from burning down, which were a distraction to get all the able body men away from the fair grounds, where gnolls started killing and kidnapping people inorder to draw out previously mentioned guardian unicorn, tracked down the gnolls, kill an extra large gnoll/troll hybrid, killed about a dozen more gnolls and a now corrupt and tainted unicorn, found the leaders of the gnoll pack and took them out. then proceeded to take the now fallen unicorn to give it a proper burial to put it's spirit to rest. all of this was ONE IN GAME DAY! lol they had a long day, that's for sure.

Our last session was essentially dungeon meshi, but incredibly cursed. We are making a dish from a fiend's heart, dragon claws, bones, and teeth, elemental energy juice, tar from a tar dragon aberration, and some aether blossom flowers.

Double nat 20? Thats definitely his dragon now

In my last session, my half drow rogue was helping the druid do a patrol for a festival that was coming up in a few days. Had to stop people from neighboring towns from getting in early. We found a human fighter up against 2 baurguest (I don't know how to to spell that). We decided to save him. During combat, of the wolfy fiends managed to use Suggestion on me to kill the human. Thankfully he survived. After the battle, he offered to trade his +2 club to the druid as thanks. He wanted a +1 weapon in return. The druid didn't have any. So I planted my +1 dagger on the druid and said he forgot about the dagger he got off a demon that tried to kill us. The trade was made and we escorted him to the big party cage in the center of town. Before we entered the town though, I stole my dagger back 😂

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So my half of the party (we had been split across continents) were looking to steal some gunpowder barrels using a portable hole to blow open the walls of a tyrant nation and free a bunch of slaves and freedom fighters. The straling went off without a hitch, with my characters using their teleportation spell (Vortex Warp) to good use, and even managing to pick the lock on one of the vaults and nimbilly avoiding the guards to narrowly escape (my other party members went in the hole due to their lack of agility). However... When it came time to blow open the hole, my party mates thought it wise to use all the barrels... Without giving us a chance to move back. They blow up, I fail my Dex save, I take 67 damage total, and my level 6 Sorcerer with a 10 Con dies instantly. Before I pass, my DM has me roll Wild magic 3 times, with the following effects: -I turn into a parrot that can only communicate via short phrases -I cast Meteor Swarm on all creatures around me (I was allowed to store this one in a magic item I had post-mortem) -If I were to die in the next week, i come back with all my hitpoints but with 9 points of exhaustion (playing with OneD&D exhaustion rules) So the DM rules I come back as a pareot, but a Skeletal Parrot with no skin whatsoever. I accompany the party on their fight through guards until they hit the second gate (another reason why we should have saved some barrels). With crossbow bolts flying at us, the Paladin decides to chuck Skeleton Parrot me at the enemies. I land on a hill top, and the impact causes me to leave Parrot form, returning to my old body. Ragged and bewildered, I hold out my magic item storing the Meteor Swarm, and release them so as to destory the second wall. The wall is destoryed, we manage to escape with most of the slaves into the nearby forest, and my character needs a nice long rest.

Oh boy. To summarise: 5 characters B plays skeleton bard S plays dwarf fighter D plays monk T plays human artificer And I play Dragonborn Paladin, Gallius Seraphim-Throne Campaign culminates to this moment, World at stake of being devoured by an unending swarm of bugs, civil war has taken its toll on the empire and morals have gone out of the question. Our last duty was to stop the coven of imperial necromancers from raising a “evil” deity although it could stop all problems. Thing is, the evil deity was infact my characters “Grandfather”. Having to switch sides to the more morally dubious, Gallius thought it was the correct decision. Summoning in his patron and grandfather, the god strode across the field, slaying D’s PC and killing foes. Unfortunately as the others were barely informed, the skeleton bard used his OP item he had been saving all game, which after some VERY lucky rolls killed my characters god. Distraught, he managed to redo the ritual used to summon him (via rule of cool) and now my character became a godlike being also. The campaign ended with the destruction of the swarm, 1 pc dead, the others scattered and my character, now called The Seraph, as the new BBEG. Will probably take a year to get to but it was a amazing experience

We licked a wall to see if it was enchanted. Turns out it was enchanted.

We eventually (fourth attempt) cleaned the dungeon and finished the campaign with the justification that our character would become insane if they wouldn't leave the cursed island the final part of it was situated on. So, now Steam Machine the artificer it trying to research drow (there were some very clear indications that they are very closely related to an ancient race she is researching, but we didn't really have an opportunity to find out more), not helped by the fact that they are extremely afraid of her (not unjustified)

We kidnapped the owner of the afterlife casino, destroyed his reputation, won a 3 dragon ante tournament, and robbed his private safe. Doing so saves my changeling rogue from an infernal contract death due to a botched assassination mission. The black ledger needed to break me out of certain death after my failure, it’s been a neat story so far

I’ve been playing in a homebrew campaign for a year now and just recently mostly finished my cleric’s search to find her people in the Fae Wild. It was a great reunion along with other NPCs that were missing from a village that originally sent us off in the first place. This past session was the most funniest one we’ve had for a long time. Since we rescued so many NPCs combined (both Forest Gnomes and humanoids), everyone needed a place to rest. The Spring Court that had helped us throughout allowed an area for all of the rescued NPCs to stay on. After everyone had settled, food and Fae alcohol was provided. Whilst my Cleric ran off to reunite with her family, the Wizard started talking to one of the main NPCs (a gnome guard taking care of a tree dwelling spirit). After the Wizard started to chat about his life story to this Gnome, the Gnome started to lose interest and tried to top up the Wizard’s goblet. Wizard was asked to role a Constitution saving throw. He got a dirty 20. The DM would then describe that because of how much the Wizard was talking, instead of just gulping the drink, he just nursed it, and kept chatting away. The Gnome guard, on the other hand, just gradually got more drunk as the night wore on. Meanwhile, out of curiosity, Paladin decided to role a Constitution saving throw to try Fae Wine. She rolled a Nat 1. She was drunk on the first goblet and was practically on the floor for the rest of the night, constantly reaching out for more Fae Wine and asking Wizard to keep using Dancing Lights since they ‘looked pretty’. The Gnome guard, at this stage, was doing exactly the same thing, giggling at the lights. Come the next morning, and both have huge hangovers that my Cleric could only cure the Paladin with Lesser Restoration so they could focus on herding the rest of the rescued NPCs out of the Fae Wild without incident. All of us couldn’t stop laughing throughout it and it probably took much longer than it needed to.

I recovered from drowning and we kidnapped/adopted a goblin.

My last session we had to work with a beholder start the soul forge which on of the party members gave up their life the start the forge. We ended up getting up very cool mail and now we have to somehow convince the beholder leave this area

Let me set the scene for you. We are in never winter, through an interruption involving a Demi, we’re not entirely sure how all this happened, we just know those things two things did happen, never is now stuck in the weave. It’s been there for about thousand years, And we literally just washed up like flotsam from the ocean, endgame a couple weeks ago, IRL at least two years ago. We’ve recently completed a quest for the harpers and we’re trying to figure out how to do two things simultaneously, one: defeats said Demilich, and two: get ourselves back home. In order to do this, we remember that, you open Lord of never winter, or who used to be, Diles never ever, had a friend who was a dragon. His name is Aron. So from Diles bones, of having a time traveling necromancer or just a wizard who has a thing for necromancy at the moment, learned that dragon. Thanks/we can get there, it’s the Pirates sky. So we spent all last session exploring said pirate sky hold and found about three things. A guy named Bob, we don’t believe his name is actually Bob, that is even human, Nor that he’s vacationing. All evidence that we have found does not add up to that, even though that is what he has told us. Also, our warlocks Eldridge site, or magic eyes as we like to call them, saw all variety of magic flowing off this guy, therefore we have reasons to conclude, that something is up. What exactly we are not entirely sure. Two: the only thing the island has is guy is a bunch of coconuts, unripe coconuts. Which is where we ended, there’s a little fishing village off the coast, so I went down and paid a visit. It’s a shame. Our DM is currently on vacation. IRL I am functionally blind and dictate everything, I am very sorry for the errors dictation has made.

I mentioned being the devils son in church. Used my ice chromatic orb to Threaten the head priest. I was just supposed to deliver a package...

My vampire bloodhunter/warlock dodged a series of bullets when the monk interrogated her about what happened to his sister, and she managed to convince him that she had nothing to do with it (even though she's 100% responsible, having completely drained the sister's dreams). And to add to the risky talks, she decided that right after that would be the right time to go talk to the bard and confess her feelings for her. They're a couple now.

definitely using the chosen idea bg3 should have already given me that idea

We joined a cult in order to destroy it from the inside.

I rolled 2 nat 20s in a row, first on insight, then on intimidation. I think it's safe to say Gladian the Barbarian should thank Lady Tymora in the next session.

Revealed lore by having a spider accidentally call the party Warforged a slur /hj (A big part of this campaign is this ancient civilisation that used warforged for manual labour and essentially tried to deny them of their humanity, during this time they were known as Vraken, but during a revolution they started to call themselves the Warforged, which would be the equivalent to the term Native American as far as I know, the spider was from said civilisation but it's civilisation tends to go into very long very deep hibernation of sorts, so it essentially slept through the revolution)

So this was a new player, rouge, fresh of the press and the first thing he does other than walk around is try to throw the halfling pilot for the zeppelin they were riding out said zeplinns window mind you the mpg had done nothing up to this moment the cleric just rolled a strength check at disadvantage and roll a double Nat 20!(first time playing to so I just accept it and don’t tell him how amazing this is)to pick up the rouge and just carried them till they got off the zeppelin he even put the rouge on his shoulder so he couldn’t do anything to the rope they were climbing

The last one is some kind of looney toons type of stuff.

This is where I would put what happened in my last session… IF I HAD ONE! Unfortunately I don’t have a regular group… 😭

We kicked out our problem player. Feels so much better now

My character and another got roped into having to go to court to defend ourselves in the hells. Of course we decided to not go because we didn't care, as we are playing an evil campaign. The DM had made a list of the crimes we committed, and listed them off for us out loud. There was major and minor crimes. When it came to me, and the minor crimes for my character, the last one she listed was transporting a donkey in a bathtub, which is a real law by the way. Other players got curious about that. Now, here's the thing, I, the player, am playing my character as a LE pirate captain. Our first arc in our campaign was trying to break out of prison. I tried to either direct, or try to work with the other characters, only for them to either make fun of me, be condescending to me, or be shown no respect but they believe they should get respect from me. So, my character doesn't like any of the other characters. So, when one character said they were interested about the donkey being transported in the bathtub thing, I asked the DM what was up with it, and they lobbed it back at me to explain it myself. Now, I should've asked wtf the whole thing was, because I didn't know as they didn't say the law in plain English, I only learned later. But, since I was playing my character, who didn't like the other characters because they were all little children who were a bunch of shit heads, I decided to literally say "I'm not telling you anything." More so cause there was also backstory stuff that was brought up, too, and my character didn't want to talk about anything to someone who has been disrespectful to them Cue for the next bit of time everyone coming to agreement that my character fucked a donkey in a bathtub, even though I literally explained it after they kept on bugging me about it. It got to the point where one character said "well, since you're so defensive about it, the ln you must have actually done it." So, now, these fucking idiots (the characters, not the players) "believe" that my character has fucked a donkey in a bathtub, and have no problems continuously bringing it up no matter what else is going on with my character. When I spoke to the DM about it later the next day, they said they set this up as a way to make me speak out about my character more. I just wish I knew about that whole but about there being a literal law that states you cannot transport a small donkey in a bathtub. Maybe I would have answered in a nonchalant manner, and they would've been "oh god he's boring" like they always do, instead of them all piling on saying my character fucked the donkey. Like, I get it, we're all playing as assholes to each other, but man I cannot fucking wait to be trying to do something important, or on a quest, and someone will bring up the fact that my character fucked a donkey in a bathtub to some NPC, and no matter how I answer, they will somehow convince the NPC that it's true. (I'm not super sarcastic right now btw) Hell, my character has zone of truth, and even if I were to use it they will still twist it in some way that what they believe is the actual truth. So, now I'm going to have that following me the entire campaign.

As in Dragonborn Cleric in an underwater worship room with Priestess fish creatures (Shaugin? I fogor) sacrificing their young to praise Shark God and maybe control a giant shark above them. I cast Clerics Level 4 Spell **Control Water** to Part Water, Removing all the water from the Room… rendering the shark helplessly flopping on the ground - Unfortunately, another players Aarakocra Monks Snake Staff thing died pinning it in place, trying to crush it… RIP Snake.

Last season after the death of one of the agents of the council of tides on bloodstone island, captain alexis (me) got into drunken brawl with an npc named sunchaser, a hawkman, after the fight the crew were shocked to find out he had a blood plague (zombie rabies) After talking around we found out a vampire pirate may have a cure to the plague, so we journeyed out to his manor, after sneaking around the back to the docks the 3 agents crossed the water, i went last abd nearly drowned After we successfully snuck in my friend cast detect undead, binging 1 person on the map, i out of character stopped ever and told him to detect enemies and after we all came to the agreement that breaking and entering would turn us into their enemies the number increased from 1 to around 20. We then snuck through avoiding combat till we got to the room of the big baddie, before opening the door i had my friend use voice of friend ship, he rolled an open ended d100 and scored +175 as the door opens and he was seen as the vampires friend. After talking to him we discovered that the only cure was vampirism, and sadly that was our only option after hunting down sunchaser, my friend was easily mvp that game

We had to leave off a session in the middle of a boss fight we finished that up, killing Ahariman the Exile with his dying breath, he opened up a portal to "hell" and demons came pouring out after the beatdown re had received, we didn't stand a chance against that many enemies so, everyone except the fighter ran. even the paladin who is modeled after Goku in how he acts he ran...because he had our main objective: the Dominus Arcanum, a book of immense magical power. a magical weapon of mass destruction. think the Necronomicon from Evil Dead. or the Book of the Dead from The Mummy. we are talking "potentially world ending in the wrong hands" level of power we HAD to keep it out of Ahariman's hands. thankfully, the Monk stun-locked him, followed by the paladin knocking him prone and then my Steel Defender just went YOINK Paladin is the tank, so took it from the steel defender. then Ahariman was killed by the fighter and now we are back to the point where we are running...and the Slayer shows up to save not only us, but also close the portal. My character informs him that our fighter is in trouble, surrounding by demons and a portal, as he keeps running, takes the book from the paladin so the paladin can go fight, and runs outside book in a bag of holding. Slayer runs up with the rest of the party (myself not included) and proceeds to do what he does best: RIP AND FUCKING TEAR closes the portal by tossing and Archvile head in, and then we go our separate ways session finished off with the party getting debriefed by the Manufactorum's head of intelligence gathering, Karen

Elbow drop the big bad in front of the Faye Court ! Shouted are you not entertained folding the unfortunate big bad like pretzel, the DM was dumbfounded and left it there

The party suffered a tpk because the enemies pulled off 3 critical hits in a row, and dealt nearly max damage on each one. Getting devoured by hyenas is certainly a way to go.

my last session started with our party's one-armed monk being taken away to the underground prison run by underdark goblin torture people, all so he could rescue an NPC who got kidnapped by a prostitute. the NPC was just a 16 year old kid who went adventuring to find his father, and he's been with us for a few sessions. he landed in the same cell as the NPC and while they planned escape, we used our party bard's status as daughter of the equivalent of Jeff Bezos to go with him into a high security silver mine, all so we can find a way to the underdark and rescue both the others. Long story short, the monk got flower petals sewn onto his face so he is presentable for the sacrifice, and his torturer has a better chance at marrying their queen. Now he could easily die next session, and so can the rest of the party since we got trapped in the underdark next to all the evil cave goblin things. this is pathfinder 2e btw, the cave goblins are derro

Feed the Algorithm like its an angry cat 😂😂😂

All that last one needed was the Benny Hill theme playing in the background.

i feel like longer stories should have longer videos to compensate

My party foght a bush for 30min just to find out that the thing we were fighting was a squeal.

Last session my character (changeling) decided to become a woman and buy a fancy dress

I know a bunch of people have already asked this, but what's the name to the background music in this video? I might have to use it for one of my D&D sessions.

I just lost the game

I would but I've never played a tabletop game... Nor do I know where to find one... Please help.

it was canceled 🤬

Please note, the setting is Urban Fantasy and means just a version of our world with fantasy elements. Anyway the party first meets each other outside a Mansion in British Columbia, Canada and after heading inside we meet a woman Ada, who is a living porcelain doll. Ada offers them to work as paranormal investigators where each job is pretty much them acting as the middle man for the clients. We give it some thought, looked around the mansion's library and we agree to work for her before deciding to do a job where we need to get a picture of Ogopogo, Canada's Loch Ness Monster. As that's safer than dealing with a Haunted Asylum. Oh, if your wondering whose the members of the party. Here they are. -Alex who is looking into Vampires and witches. -Vivian, a Homeless girl who had a run in with the paranormal while on the street. -Adrian, he's an Uber Driver from New York that's already looking into the Paranormal. -Ashe, an auxiliary member of the sheriff's office who's on leave after getting into a random lawsuit. How did I not realize that 3/4ths of the party has a name that starts with "A" till now?

Sup

Last Session DM Banned Me Because I Killed The King With A Quill And Wrote With His Blood A Suicide Letter To Give Me Power Of The Entire Kingdom

I just lost the game