D&D Players, What joke character has become a total powerhouse? #1 

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My buddy in the campaign im in is playing a character named “Greg Johnson”, the Horse Accountant. He is a human paladin, but always introduces himself as a horse accountant before stating that he is a paladin. Anyone who questioned his line of work or what horse accounting even is is met with “I account for horses”. It was pretty funny for the first few sessions, the lack of an explanation just made it that much more absurd, but overtime Greg the Horse Accountant has become Greg the Oath of Ancients Paladin with a 25 AC with a new calling in life based on his worship of the god Apollo.

i love the analogies in 6:21, "denser than cement", "a black hole had a better chance of dodging an attack than he did"

DM: "...He was a child!" Ren: "...He's a FOOL!"

I have a Kobold I made that was a meme through and through. I named him Belair, the Fresh Prince who was minimum height of like 2 feet tall and he is a Rune Knight Fighter. So, 2 foot tall kobold, who can grow to a Large sized monster of a kobold. He also talks in the third person, hits on all the women. Has no shame. Acts like an idiot. And constantly spouts about how he is the MIGHTIEST KOBOLD. He has so far....won a game where everyone in a nobles house had to guess "who is the murderer" in which he won and has "killed" everyone out of fear one of them was the "murderer" and was going to kill him. He then was in a party where they had to stop a group of goblins and ogre from attacking, amd upon seeing the Ogres and how big they were he became the personification of "Finally! A worthy opponent! Our battle will be legendary!" Then afterwards they attack the stronghold, and the Teifling bard he was simping for would point out targets for him to incapacitate for her to interrogate. He proceeded to violently brutalize everything she pointed out. He also managed to win an archery contest against a much higher leveled human who was racist to any race not human. THEN when his party was ambushed by a ranger in the trees, the same tiefling from before ordered him to bring her the ranger. With a couple buffs and a natural 20 for a total of 30 strength check, he proceeded to take the tree the ranger was in, rip it out if the ground, and then smash the bastard with the same tree. Needless to say, he went from a meme to the party Mini Raid boss.

I made an artificer who's whole thing was that she really hated the Moon. She'd make these utterly insane plans that could never be made, such as a big pissoff cannon that could, in theory, fire a one ton chunk of steel at a terrifying 89% the speed of light. I never expected it to go anywhere, it was a joke, but then she ended up doing some things for a level 20 wizard. After a bit, she ended up calling in that favour, and actually made that cannon. Turns out, doing enough damage to crack the moon in half is also enough damage to kill one of the forms of Nyarlethotep in a single hit. So yeah, I have to deal with having the girl who killed a God as a character, and the knowledge that I'll never top her

Firstly, I would like to state that this is a character that I've never been able to use, so I don't know how he would go. The character is a paladin of a health and cleanlyness diety, and uses a lance as his main weapon. He is certifiably insane, at leaast slightly. He is also a dentist. He uses his lance for both combat and, uh, 'dental cleaning', but it does no damage and causes no pain to players or NPCs who floss. His name? Captain Cole Gate Yes, this character was designed while in a dentist's chair

I had a middle aged, overweight, and balding halfing war cleric named Dannee DayVital that rode a mastiff (that was buffed by a magic collar) everywhere he went. He owned a bar with his human best friends when he was younger but after outliving all of them he fell into alcoholism and depression eventually losing the bar, and resorting underground to cage fighting to make a living. He was often referred to as the trashman because he was frequently seen rummaging through trash for food or items he could make use of. One day he heard a calling voice and followed it to a church of bahamet where he became sober and started his training as a cleric. His highest stat was a 15 but between doing mounted combat and lucky rolls he felt very over powered at times. There were encounters that he was out healing the life cleric in the same round as matching the barbarian in damage out put, mostly due to bonus action healing and the life cleric kept running into melee combat so he went down a lot.

The “Just Roll With It” podcast here on RU-vid just lost their Triton paladin to a dungeon card in a deck of many things. Until they get him back, the player is playing a small slime-like thing called Goobleck. He’s only been a part of the party for two episodes but I can already tell he’s gonna be powerful af.

my cousin is an experienced dm who offered to test run my campaign, I was certain this campaign was going to be too difficult for my party but his character, a dragonborn barbarian named jimbo, shredded through most of what I had planned at just level three. he beat a level three boss, a sidequest boss that was meant for much later in the game, and a boss intended for level five. all at level three. I'm thinking of making it canon that jimbo did the whole campaign, became a god, and reset everything to before he did the campaign to train a group of adventurers for reasons unknown.

The Kobold one reminds me of my Goblin Soulknife, "ya-lee'dal shite". He wasn't the most powerful, but it was my first time playing a rogue.

One of my current characters, my Changeling Artificer, is based on a Mad German scientist. The look is completed by a completely prosthetic right arm, and flavored pistol. The running gag is he’s always covered in gun powder similar to Pigpen from the Peanuts. Anything he tries to invent will typically end in a cloud of inert gunpowder.

I made a character who was just a comical ,incompetent villain. Basically Heinz Doofinshmirtz as a cult leader. The crew kept going to interact with him, and he eventually became more of an anti-hero thanks to their interactions. They took him along as a mascot for a bit and during an escort mission where they needed to keep him alive through a death hallway, he actually rolled better than the monsters, and got the killing blow on the main baddie by stabbing him through the head after jumping from a 10 foot ledge. The only time I've ever seen a DnD party cheer for a kill steal.

Ok so back story on how my character was brought into fruition. Nerds (the candy) was doing a collaboration with DnD where they would give premade characters and a short one shot for people to do to introduce them into the game. My friend was doing a bunch of these with me and a few other friends and wanted to bring us all together as a party for a final session. My character was an Orange Nerd Fighter (this took place in basically Nerds World). I was sent on a mission to retrieve a piece of an artifact in a dungeon. There was one central chamber and four doors. I open one of the doors and find two skeletons. The come to attack me but I immediately shut the door on them before combat starts. I ask my friend who's dming if I can then open the door as hard as I can. He told me to roll strength. Nat 20 and the skeleton that approached the door to chase me EXPLODED. Just completely turned to bone dust. I then very aggressively shambled over to the other skeleton and said HEY BUDDY. And it proceeded to de-animate itself, noping out of dealing with whatever freak I was entirely. Thus my character concept was born. Enter LEROY. A level 1 human fighter that two hand wields a door as his weapon of choice and a hatred of skeletons that sends him into such a terrifying bloodthirsty rage it makes a level 20 barbarian blush. He constantly investigates for skeletons. Asks if people or things are skeletons. Flips his shit at the mere mention of skeletons. He LOVES doors. He admires doors. Cleans them if he thinks they're dirty. And has the ability to communicate with doors (dm just randomly said I could because it was funny). Our very first combat we were fighting flying books and they were swarming one of our party members. My character was told these books are about skeletons just so that I'd rush in to fight. The mistake was telling me they were about skeletons because I just come in swinging and immediately knock out the party member that was being swarmed as I swung my door at the books to hit them all. DM gave him a chance to dex save to dodge and got a nat one. I also proceeded to do max damage for 12. He was knocked out on the floor and the campaign had only just started. However I don't really notice this as I see one of the books is entirely about doors and I immediately snatch it up, go into the corner of the room and start flipping through my new bible saying "my precious..." This is going to be a hilarious campaign.

I'd like to play a wizard whose father became a poltergeist, so he becomes a necromancer to invent a spell to help him pass on. Not really a joke character, but I like sharing this concept.

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Noble son that was waaaayyyyy too much into penny novels made a deal with what he figured was a tiefling and got powers like his heroes (read: He became a warlock). His reasoning for accepting the deal without question: The "tiefling" wore a 3 piece suite that was clearly made in Savil Row in Baldurs Gate. The powerhouse part came in 2 parts: 1) I picked the spell fear. 2) I decided on a whim that he didn't like kids being mistreated because he had daddy issues (I was playing Curse of Strahd for the first time). He went from bumbling fool to gods righteous protector of innocent children real fast and my lucky rolls casting fear were singlehandedly responsible for Borovias psychotherapist being able to afford his own mansion. The character peaked when we got to old bones mill, I tied a rope around the hags feet, fed the other end into the mill stone and made her beg for her life before I threw the mill into gear.

This just Reminded me of "Glitch", a Blue Kobold Sorcerer I once played, Little bastard had a Proper Kobold Name, but I can't Remember it anymore because the other players all decided they couldn't be bothered to learn it either, His Fingers did lots of Sparks often so that's where the name came from (His Favorite spell was Shocking Grasp)... First things First, Glitch was DEATHLY loyal to anyone he considered to be part of his Clan, which kinda ironically Included the Dwarf Cleric of the group... I Remember a Scene near the start of the Campaign where all the Player's Characters Died, and we had to try and Convince some God to let us go back to life, but we couldn't Plead our own cases, The other players had to do it for us... So when it was my Turn to defend the Dwarf in Question, I rambled on and on like I was Singing the Praises of some Mythical Hero of Yore, The Dwarf's player was Floored by my Monologue, as was the DM... Then He asked me to Roll for charisma to see if my character could convey what "I" had said anywhere near as well... Turns out Being a caster that Runs off Charisma has it's benefits, as the Roll was above 20 (Don't remember if it was Natural though)... So by the time I was done the God kinda just went "Ok, there is no doubt this Dwarf Deserves to Go back to life! Now what Does that Dwarf have to say about you Kobold?"... And then the Dwarf Proceeds to just say: "Umm, he's not so bad... I Guess... For a Kobold... Look Can I just Vouch for him after the accolades you just Accepted I should have?" or something to that effect.... The God went "that's not how this is supposed to go... But you know what, sure...". Basically I'd Sold The Dwarf as being such an AMAZING person that HIS rep was enough to save me too... Must have been the best speech I ever Made, too bad I can't remember it... Ok, so within the Group of NPCs we Traveled with sort of as part of their faction of Slave Liberators, there was this one Rat Guy Called "Kin", He was Particularly Possessive of anything he thought was his, or his Boss's which included every last Object laying around the circus they managed... But See Glitch is a Kobold Through and Through, and traps were in his Nature, so Glitch kept trying to grab Materials that were laying around in the Circus... Which Caused some Conflict with Kin... So It kinda became a Running joke that Glitch and Kin Kept trying to Kill each other, but Subtly so that the Circus Master wouldn't try to stop them, and they Both always Failed... Until one day the Circus Master Asked each of the players to Cook for him, Made it into a contest between the players. Everyone else Described things that honestly sounded Delicious, with all the care that only a Gourmand could have... Me on the other hand, I Made a point to Describe things that should by all modern standards be Disgusting, I made a point of Gathering bugs and Tree bark and Slimy things that Most people would not want to eat (AKA Kobold Delicacies), and I tried to use Glitch's Magic to Help with the Cooking process... Things went sour when I had Glitch prepare some Mashed potatoes, but cooked them with his favorite spell, Shocking grasp. Turns out, according the DM who was a Chef, When you Electrocute Potatoes Cyanide comes out... The Ring Master Appraised the meal and spotted it right away, and he threw out the potatoes... And about 5 Seconds later Kin showed up to Rummage in the Trash... And that's the story of how Glitch finally Killed that Damn Rat! I swear, it wasn't on purpose... There was one time when our party Ranger Got himself Caught in an Ooze. on my First turn I Cast True Strike (3.5E Game so it was worth casting), Then I turn to the Dwarf Cleric and tell him "heal em!", the Dwarf Just Looks at me and says "Nan, he's still got at least half his Health, he'll be fine we'll save him before that thing eats him!", so he proceeded to try and smash the Ooze with his mace... On Glitch's Next turn, he used his Signature spell And Zapped the Living Crap out of that Ooze... And the ranger stuck inside of it(He dropped below 0 Hp, but not quite dead yet)... At which point Both the Ranger and Dwarf's players Looked at me in disbelief at the dick move I'd just pulled, To which I Answered: "What? It told you to Heal him!"... The Dwarf just nodded at the realization that I had indeed warned him and that he probably should have Listened to the Electromaniac Kobold mid combat... The ranger Kept Staring Daggers at me all night though... Worth it, if only for the memory of it all. There was also a time when Glitch tried to make Magic Traps but somehow ended up Creating a Comb that Changed the Sex of any person he Combed their hair with it... So to test it out he snuck into the Monk's Wagon and Tried it on his bald Scalp, It worked anyway... When he woke up pissed the Dwarf Saw him and Immedeately Turned to Glitch with a Look of "is that you?" and Glitch just answered "Wanna try? you have enough Hair on your Chin for it to Work!", The Dwarf Just said "Don't you dare...". a Bit later They tried the Comb on Glitch, but nobody could Tell if there was any difference between each usage... As it turns out, Kobolds aren't Sexually Dismorphic, Either Sex looks the same! The Last Big Trick Gitch Pulled is when he Ran off on his own After seeing some slaves in a Camp we'd Visited for Shopping that day... Glitch decide it was time to Show how much of a Blue Dragon he could be, against the Slavers, Since Glitch himself had been a slave not too long ago he saw the people cages as part of his clan! So Glitch found a Big Ragged Black Cloak that was clearly made for a Medium sized Creature, far too Big for Glitch, Put it on. Cast Fly on himself, Then Cast Invisibility... Went Right up to the cages and told them to run away when they saw their opportunity, and where to go to be protected... He Then flew up behind the Slaver with the Keys, and Just Extended a single Arm with just one finger outstretched, With his Favorite spell charged (I had better damaging spells by then, but this was Glitch's Signature move!)... As soon as Glitch touched the slaver he Fried and was dead in seconds... as Far as anyone else around that saw that happen was concerned though, the Grim Reaper Himself had just appeared out of nowhere and Touched the guy dead... Then turned his Finger towards the other slavers... One Good Intimidation roll later and the Slavers were Fleeing from the Very embodiment of Death itself as fast as their legs could take them... An hour or so Later in Game the other players saw a convoy of Freed Slaves coming to them for protection, answering the question of "Wait, Where's the Kobold? If we leave him unsupervised for too long he causes trouble!"... I Miss playing that tiny Blue Troublemaker....

Oh I mean to he fair, this definitely means I have to talk about my character that was in Shadow of the Demon Expansion book "Godless" as a campaign. He was a monk mystic, basically his defense score was based on his agility and had a bunch of bonuses. He didn't do a lot of damage, but he was really good at doing combat manuvers. His name was Hatchman Bolio, the Mc-minister. He lived in a post apocalyptic United States with magic and horrifying beasts. The world was a desolate wasteland Mad Max style. Well, he became a religious man after he found buried in the sand a concrete building that survived, sat amidst a parking lot that was shelled. He found inside it a large number of VHS tapes and murals painted across the walls, this is where he learned of the tale of Ronald McDonald and Burger Town. As he watched the VHS tapes on the rolled out TV powered by a gas generator he found an entire store of food and immediately began studying this mythical figure that was long forgotten. This is when he went on a Mcpilgramage to find more McDonalds locations. Throughout the campaign, he had found a child robot designed to be an unpaid actor that was self aware enough to know that Burger Town wasn't real, but the robo-child didn't have the heart to tell Bolio this. He spent the entire campaign with the party helping them get their Boyscour badges, feeding them a balanced meal whenever he could and making sure they properly recycled whenever they could and never littered. Keep in mind this simple fact though. The party fought against shadow beasts that weren't able to be harmed with nonmagical weapons. Bolio's brass knuckles were silver. So this clown monk without any armor or proper weapons having been a fairly passive individual proceeded to strangle the life out of shadow monsters and totally kicked the mcsh*t out of them. The party we had was kinda cool too. We had a revenant (undead) soldier who was built like Andre the giant but was stuck in a locked iron mask, a human firearms specialist and an android technomancer. Bolio may have been human, but people were afraid of him when he would with his extremely high agility dodge gunfire, disarm bandits and field strip their gun whilst lecturing them on firearm safety. You did not mess with Hatchetman Bolio the Mc-minister.

I've told the story about my DragonBorn Randy Savage Bard numerous times. But he's saved the party and literally beat down bosses with his bare hands. I wasn't actually expecting him to BE the beefcake powerhouse spellcaster.

My friend had his character literally just be himself but with magic sunglasses and color changing skin, the sunglasses could reflect attacks if hit, and they became a group favorite for the campaign

I had a joke character named tusk. He was a orc fighter who also was the president of a company. His entire thing was doing some business and get money to buy magic items. He ended inventing a vibrating rock which would give him enough money to empower his sword with some magic items. He got nat 20 convincing 2 goblins to not fight the party and become his employees. He also convinced a high level barbarian to no fight and join him. He did some negotiations with the grimm reaper so he could take his place in exchange of nothing when he finally die in the future. He fought a lvl 15 wizard who had power word kill and destroyed him just by grappling him and biting his mouth, so he couldn't cast any spell. Also my dwarf friend was punching his face while the mother of the wizard, which was a party member, tried to protect his son from us with some spell, tusk succeded in every check until the lvl 15 wizards HP reached 0. At the end, with all the xp gained from some battles, wizard included, all the magic stuff he got from his negotiations, and the also amazing stats i got when i rolled for him, three 18 and the lowest stat being a 12, he one shoted a red dragon cuting him by half. He later sold the corpse to buy more things.

In a campaign that is now over, I had a character named Robert Downey Jr. he was a tortle 7th level gunslinger 1st level paladin of the goddess of endurance. His guns did 2d8 damage each, and he could shoot them 4 time per turn, and they counted as magical weapons. He also weighed 500+ pounds and had a +7 to acrobatics. His signature move was to use the paladins divine sense to locate the enemy (the campaign took place in hell so there were lots of fiends) and then yeehaw the shit out of them. I also came to the sessions with 2 nerf guns and and a cowboy hat.

One member of a party of a finished campaign played a harengon wild magic sorcerer named Bugs Bunny. He managed to become our group dps, saving us from our first major character encounter. He also managed to destroy a large chunk of the BBEG's health with 2 spells

My friend has a Greek Geeks campaign going and the party needed a paladin. Enter Spankntank. He was a Cyclops goliath that had a level in berserker due to his father (Poseidon) saying he didnt love him. He ended up leading and dying in a battle against Poseidon while tearing out one of his eyes with a chain mace that Hades gave him. There is a lot spank did to derail many a fight

0:38 in and Brian is already giggling uncontrollably. This is gonna be great.

Actually my first DnD character ever. Went from a bright eyed Noble's son to having everything in his life ripped from him. His love for humanity was tested by fire in war itself and he found it burned brighter on the battlefield. This is the story of Dave of clan Pancake and how he became a war domain cleric who's sole goal was protecting those in the fires of war.

I was in a campaign with all joke characters, and mine one shot the bbeg by throwing the power pack of a protosaber made of bean cans at him, then shooting it, making it explode. I then said “I did it like this” and shot him in the face, killing him and ending the campaign

I played a dwarf fighter named Amogus Flatulence in a joke campaign, and I solo’d an entire city of orcs with a table

A video a year old, a video that I wasn’t expecting to succeeded in bringing me to tears and giving me the will to keep going. To all of the Mr Ripper crew, I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart.

This was my first ever DnD character. He's a 1"5 warlock goliath with draconic blood. He likes to dress up as a garden gnome as this was the common clothing in his little village. Being so small he would ride around on people's shoulders to gain the height he never had. Now, 2 things. 1, because of his draconic blood, when he reaches level 14(still have yet to reach it) he will sprout giant dragon wings almost too big for him to handle. 2, although he is small, he's got enough strength to lift up almost anything without any problem(+5 to strength). I love him to death and he's by far my favorite character that i've made.

I made a goblin jester in a Warhammer homebrew. He started out going through a lot of the entertainer careers, and ended up with juggling, knife throwing, fire breathing, etc. He could sort of sneak, but I played him low intelligence. He became a powerhouse when one of the wizard characters and I teamed up to abuse the homebrew magic system with ideas for cheap but powerful magical items. For example, it was surprisingly low cost to make universal solvent, and enchant it to be so delicious it was instantly and cripplingly addictive. So we made 'Disembowelling Custard', which my - now a full assassin - occasionally slipped people. There were other examples, such as the time he enchanted my character to go on fire anytime someone said 'we need a distraction', and the first 50 people to look at me running around and flailing would be entranced. Naturally the GM closed the holes as soon as he could, but we came up with a lot of good stuff.

My party picked up an old gnome who was just supposed to ask them a riddle and move along. They offered her a ride and she accepted. Now, there is an NPC gnome artificer/druid with 147 HP...she also has a cape that lets her teleport and a ring of jumping. Oops 😂

I'm currently running 3 campaigns at the same time and things have went smooth to the three campaigns to be in the same universe. So, two of them are simultaneous, but Detective's Agency is thousands of years after those two, so in that campaign is known almost everywhere the legend of Shitty Bothroom. A berserker dwarf who would start belic conflicts with just the odor of his farts and, well, his poop. He was Barbarie's member who had the most close death experiences, but he was just too angry to die and proceeded to crit the shit out of you after failing three consecutive attacks.

The one kobold story at 10:00 i just listend to 5 times, because It‘s so absolute gold

I have a friend that has a character named Spruce Springstein, that's a tree, that likes to grapple (grapple tree). Apparently really tanky, really good at grappling, and is circle of spores druid, so he continuously damages people that are grappled

Had a character that this exact situation happened with. Introducing Legion, my answer to the question "You and what army." I made Legion when Echo Knight was still new, and the DM and I didn't know how crazy it really was. Legion was a half-orc Echo Knight Fighter Trickster Domain Cleric multiclass. The idea I had in mind was something able to make a literal army out of nothing. For those who don't know, Echo Knight allows you to create an 'Echo' that acts like yourself and can be used to attack from its position. While it only has 1 hp, it can be easily replaced. Trickster Clerics have a channel divinity that creates an illusion of themselves. So by level 10 or so (it's been a while) I could summon 2 echoes and my illusion clone in 1 turn. So instantly the response to 'You and what army' became Legion going from one person to four. How things got broken was the OTHER part of the Trickster cleric ability. When the channel divinity illusion is within 5 feet of a target, it gives the user advantage on ALL attacks. Echo Knight also gives an ability that allows you to get an extra attack once per action. So when I actually used it, I was able to pump out 4 attack (action surge) an extra 2 attacks (Echo Knight ability) and an extra attack when I was hasted. Seven attacks, all at advantage. It was a lot of damage. After a few times of doing this, I decided to retire the character as it was way too powerful.

There was a character in one of my campaigns Snap, The Scaled Shepard - A red kobold cannibal (in the sense that he eats the flesh of other people but not other kobolds so I never thought of him as a real cannibal) moon druid - He couldn't read and write but one session he drank some divine water and a goddess gave him the ability to understand all languages via a peck on the forehead. - I had a RWBY thing so I added aura and semblance he uses a pack of velociraptor that he could make invulnerable - He could polymorph into a Tarrasque and I also had a destiny thing and he beat the hell out of Oryx while the rest of the party watched - During one session a bachelor & bachelorette party was going on and he got yeeted deep into the woods and met a female Swolbold and had 20 kobold kids who are unnamed but all could combustion bend - One time he broke one of my encounters so a god grabbed him and took him into his realm took away his shapeshifting and put his family in danger although due to another PC's ability to reset alot of it was retconned - He tamed a Deviljho as he quelled it's infinite hunger with good berry - By the end of the campaign he retired living underground with his family.

So, I always make the ridiculous (strong) character in all campaigns that I play with my friends. One time, when me and my buddy's were playing a Brazilian rpg(yes, I'm Brazil) called Tormenta 20. We decided(I gave the idea) to be an group made only by skeletons, just to piss of the DM. We had an Artificer(translating the classes to the equivalent in dnd), an mage, an warrior, and me. An corrupted skeleton of an neathertal called Steve Mine that wealded an stone pickaxe with he only used to mine. He was a simple dead man, the most intelligent person of his time, he had two fist and know how to punch people so hard that they don't wake up after. So, levels go by, and my character corruption grows, on the end of the campaign, my joke character spoke and train with elder dragons, learned perfectly how the time works (using swings of pickaxe like measure of time), and got so dammed corrupted, that he growed 4 arms, wings, an carapace resistent to all tipes of damage, and could punch an mountain to dust.

Thanks for the end note, Brian. I'm struggling with some very stressful problems and I just can't wait for them to be gone. Much love to all of you

DM: Allows a 'reskin' that is not a reskin Also DM: Oh no, it's too strong!

My friend had a great self aware character who was a cleric of the Dungeon Master, a lawful evil diety that demanded regular sacrifices of funyons and mountain dew.

In a campaign in Ravenloft, Our group was investigating an Elven Lords keep, The Lord had around 50 soldiers and we were a party of 6, So sneaking around to find proof of wrongdoing was a must, I opened a door and saw about 40 sleeping guards and got scared, cast black tentacles into the room, while a friend cast cloudkill in the same room, and then held the door closed until there was no more sounds, guess who lost control of their characters after that failed roll into madness,,,,,,, lol

1:07 Bear is a great character. Stuff like that really makes a game shine.

In a now ended campaign, one of the players was playing a firbolg monk named "The Dude". He was known to be a stoner and was almost always high. We also got moments with just him and his insane hijinks. He was also revealed to be the heir to a firbolg nobility and has the ability to talk to and command his incredibly jacked ancestors. After this happened he was also revealed to be the key to defeating the bbeg, Jeffrey the immortal skelaton. We did stop Jeffrey and The Dude actually died during that, in which he managed to get high in heaven, and retained that high when he was revived. When we had our final battle against a really large creature from the shadowfell, i would say that he did the second most damage to it and i think he actually was the one to kill it. It was a great campaign and The Dude was probably my favorite character between me and all of the other players.

yo that shaggy impression was good

"handsome Squidward" the most beautiful, smoothest talking bard to ever exist.

Had a meme character in my campaign, full muscle wizard with 20 STR that didnt cast spells but was somehow a decent addition in combat

My friend's character in the campaign, Norville Rogers total wuss in the beginning, kept grabbing the nearest person. Suddenly he kicked a whole Tavern full of thugs! One even went through the ceiling!

GoT rpg, I created the "fornicator". He become so powerful as a seducer the only way one could resist him was by burning a destiny point (normally you would do this to cheat death).

In my first D&D game ever, I made a character that was a Lizardman Warrior, and his character quirks were that he was cold-blooded, he didn't value traditional money, and he was very unemotional in his dialogue so I played all of the humor straight. This ended up having a hilarious running gag in which my Lizardman would refuse to accept gold or silver for doing jobs, and would instead negotiate for items that were warm (due to his cold-blooded nature.) resulting in him rolling a nat 20 at one point to convince a guy to pay my Lizardman with the sweaty socks right off his feet (another form of payment was a 10 minute hug.) My Lizardman also took socks from recently killed bandits and was generally obsessed with finding warmth. He was a ton of fun. Should play him again.

My friend was playing a game I was dming. made a joke character based off of Master oogway. 20 ac, at level one. I sent some monk killing stuff after him real quick. He survived

I have a fairy NPC called "Doctor Sir Ittius Bittius XV" who was originally intended to be a snooty douche of a noble sort of character who would get eaten by a slime monster, but then after having his boss killed, and the slime monsters redirected to somewhere else, became a supervisor to one of the player guild mafias. He now rules with a KGB like shadowy fist.

Also, I just want to make sure you know how much I love listening to you narrate these videos Brian. You are my absolute favorite to listen to on this channel, and the positive encouraging things you say at the end of each video are absolutely amazing and always uplifting. Several of them gave me enough encouragement to make it through some issues of my own. So thank you. From the sounds of it you could utilize some positivity yourself, and you deserve it. I'm sorry to hear that you've had a rough time lately, but stay strong. Your community loves and appreciates you my friend. You are awesome.

This video reminded me of my joke character Lil B-Itch. I rolled really bad on his stats. But in our campaign we all played as a Dragon Knight and got to have our own Dragons and trained with them and my race was a Dragonborn. Well Lil B-Itch was cursed by a Demon God and ALWAYS was trying to get himself killed. But instead had some of the most insane things happen to him. Ate a Cursed Waffle who made him breathe Fire. Ate a Demon God Goose Feather which then gave him Dark Feathery wings. But the best story was when he was locked away after, kinda cutting off a Dragon Knights hands due to the Curse taking over. Anyways, Lil B-Itch saved all his chicken wings and started sharpening them as blades and he ended up killing all the guards and escaped with just the Chicken Wings. After that the incident was considered the Chicken Massacre.

Better sock pun "You could say you knocked their socks off" And why did you hit the feels with that end

One of the players and my campaign created a character. He is a 650 year old rock gnome named huberus Farnsworth. We played 3 sessions with Huberous Until the player decided that he wasn't optimal for the long haul. Instead of killing him off he is now a helpful NPC in the main town. He runs Potions Express. Good News everyone! come down to potions express your one stop drop for all you potion needs.

7:30 "you have been critically hit for *sigh+wheeze*... 1 damage"

I literally made a Wizard character who is a weepy southern country boy who just wants to pay off his Student Loans. He's chunky, has self esteem issues, his water magic (his specialty) typically takes the form of bubbles, and is one of the cores of the party who has prevented any death among the NPCs and PCs because as an Abjuration Wizard, he simply says "no". He doesn't do a lot of damage, but his quirky powerset finds ways around more conventional enemies constantly, from trapping a self-destructing magipunk mech inside a Resilient Sphere and punting it at the boss before it explodes, to using Reverse Gravity in a cave full of Stalagmites, wiping out a hoarde of Zuggtmoy's fungal undead with a single spell slot. Jama Beauclaire is one of my favorite characters, and even after all of that, he STILL stutters when ordering sweets at the bakery, blushes awkwardly when his boyfriend does himbo stuff, and cries when he sees a dog that is just too damn small.

A friend of mine that I played an Eberron campaign with played Jahn Arbuql, an oathbreaker paladin who was bound to an eldritch orange cat, Garfield, as punishment for breaking his oath that drove him to insanity. Overtime he found a family in the party, and we ultimately went on a quest to free him from his curse and killed the eldritch abomination that was Garfield. He was one of the funniest, passionate, and more profound characters I've ever had the joy of playing alongside. We all love Jahn.

I once made a character called dorak "the honest" he has achieved so much during his life that eventually his common phrase became "i have " followed by the corresponding response like "i have seen better" "i have done worse" ect (For those that haven't caught on yet he is a pathological liar) He started off in a campaign that was eventually dropped but later i got an invitation for a level 20 one shot in that one shot a few memorable things happened: 1)dorak beat a queen's guard on an arm wrestling fight (aka three strength checks in a row)the queen's guard had a +6 while dorak had +3 2)it became canon that before the one shot started dorak with the rest of the party where fighting the bbeg of a previous campaign and dorak stumbled and accidentally killed him,then proceeded to reassure everyone that he meant to do it 3) But my favourite thing throughout the whole one shot was that because we were level 20 with a little help from the DM who also loved dorak,dorak managed to deal enough damage to a tarrasque to fucking two shot it Honourable mentions:my bard Bart Simson A pirate named John Pigeon And a rogue with all charisma called Flint tangold

I know I've posted about this character before, but he still fits. Not a DnD campaign, but a Star Wars one. I had my Jawa mechanic with a Danny DeVito voice. I made him as a bit of a joke while I was working on my "real" character, but then I ended up playing as him. His mechanical and hacking skills let me shut down several of the GM's encounters. One of our first encounters involved rescuing hostages at a space outpost. My Jawa's solution was not to go in, guns blazing, taking out the captors in some grandiose display. No. He just hacked into the outpost's network, shut off life support, waited for everyone to be unconscious before turning it back on, then killed most of the captors (leaving one alive for questioning) while they couldn't fight back. I eventually toned down his dependency on lethal tactics, and had him start becoming more of a spy. He could cripple mechanical infrastructure by merely looking at it. He could hack into almost any computer network. He could go to a scrap heap and make wondrous, but temporary, items. In one of the final encounters of the campaign, the party was surrounded by spec ops agents at a restaurant. The goal was to escape with an NPC that was vital to breaking the Empire's Enigma Code. Escape would be much easier with a vehicle. So I had my jawa get a vehicle. He didn't steal the delivery truck or anything. I used his ultimate ability and made a working 6-person air speeder out of the restaurant's kitchen appliances. The spec ops agents, and the GM, were not prepared for that. The party was able to fly away to their ship with barely any scratches on them. While he started as a joke, he's become my second-favorite PC.

I was the joke character, Timmotheus Dikus. He is a champion fighter using a bow where guns are fairly commonplace. He managed to rack up such an insane hit roll modifier that he could snipe literally everyone with the Sharpshooter feat from 800 feet out. He unironically made an ancient red dragon retreat from a battle from one surprise turn at level 8, and made the party's wizard feel inadequate at level 9.

I have a couple of these... A Loxodon Arcane Trickster Rogue, he casts Invisibility on himself so the people literally lose the elephant in the room, uses a Garatte Wire to choke out his victims, then uses a dagger on his trunk to stab them. Also when hiding to ambush and the target is too far away, he'll use True Strike to get Sneak Attack whether the target gets close enough or not. A Half-Hill Giant Healer Variant, she can enter a space where an enemy is to heal an ally, causing them to make a Strength save or be knocked prone. At 8th Level, she would get a unicorn mount that's one size category larger than her, so I imagine the unicorn would be jacked and sound like Arnold Schwartznager.

This was a recent thing that happened in my campaign. We were fighting in a city tournament and lost to someone who turned out to be a dragon. We had him all the way down to 7 hp before our last guy went down, only for the dragon to be taken out by a stray arrow afterwards. As the combatants fought, 2 were able to kill each other at the same time. That left only one person. A 76 year old tabaxi florist who entered the tournament by accident because she thought it was a sign up sheet for a tour of the city palace, later finding out that the prize was actually becoming the ruler of the entire city.

I was DMing a 3.5 game and the party were hiring mercenaries. I had to invent a quick name for this one archer, "Bob the Bowman". Totally just some canon fodder/support. I rolled so many nat 20s that everyone decided he's just that awesome. After 5 sessions of Bob the Bowman saving the party, I made him an actual character sheet.

Day 1 of asking A teifling fighter in the group I was playing in made potato bombs. We were fighting some blobs(like gelatinous cubes and such) he asked to put the potato bomb into the blob and detonate it. He rolled a nat 1 and the DM asked if he wanted the dramatic version or not. He asked for the dramatic version and so the DM told us that the teifling stuck his hand into the blob and couldn't pull it out so he watched in shock as a contained explosion happened in the blob. So the player got his hand blown off and the blobs were acidic so it just gave him a stump it was very funny.

The Mothman, he's a kleptomanic addicted to light and he's still somehow one of our most powerful teammates

'i tried to kill that child SO hard' Why is this funny to me I'm dying XD

That Shaggy impression was.... INCREDIBLE!!!

I, a random listener, join Brian the Narrator, in requesting the full backstory. And ideally, narrated by Brian.

I once played a Goblin Alchemist in PF 1e named Fireteeth. After level 5, his fire resistance was high enough that alchemist's fire barely stood a chance of damaging him. He proceeded to enter combat by bathing himself in napalm. After a dubious sequence of a critical failure (he burnt his coffee) and a critical success (shifty shifty logic allowed a magic bomb to challenge a god's enchantment), he concluded that burnt coffee tastes of SCIENCE!!

We were supposed to fight this powerful evil wizard, other player roll 2 nat 20s and befriends the guy. His name is now Fred, his staff is Named Sans, and he's been a part of every campaign we've been in

Thanks for the awesome content and message at the end. I can't tell you how much that has meant to me as my irl dog failed her death saving throws last night after 14 long years, and most of my life😭. So thank you for the hopeful words and I'm glad to hear you have gotten stronger.

9:47 I just picture the call being like the Cucco's from legend of zelda: Fu'koff squwaks out, next thing you know hordes of Chickens armed to the beak are just *desencing onto the battlefield* like paratroopers XD

I made a drow fighter, named it Xadan Nadax. My entire gimmick was that he was a dark elf who was afraid of the dark knowing this next campaign was gonna do alot of tunnel stuff. Xadan is also different than most elves as he's large and bulky instead of smaller and thin. This big frame of course lead him to be a Eldritch knight weilding a magical Greatsword that became my casting focus. With that greatsword and my spells I set up my immovable rod and then held my greatsword as a sniper and firebolted or Frostrayed enemies from afar. Then ran it and smacked them because I was also the tank. Also had the great weapons feat, you know the one that let's you take -5 to attack roll to do +10 damage. Because of the way my dm said my sword worked (it kept energy from my last spell) I would smack the enemy, dealing normal damage plus 1d4 for the energy +10 because feat, smack again as extra attack with +10, action surge, smack again with another +10, smack them a 4th time with again another +10. All while getting shot by my inaccurate warlock behind me and smacked by the boss and the bosses minions infront of me.

Got a good one. DM confided with me that our starting Characters would be captured for Lore purposes. He did tell each play to have 3 characters ready (Gritty Realism). I came up with a great idea. With permission from the DM, I started as at lvl 1 with an 86 year old man human fighter with 5 Str, 5 Dex, 5 Con, 20 Wis, 20 Int, 20 Cha named Gandrew the Wise. I ensured the other players that I had all the rations and essential equipment to embark on our journey as a Veteran Adventurer. Due to my heavy Stat advantages, I had no problem convincing my party. Off we went to rescue a farmer's daughter from some bandits. I intentionally lead us through the most difficult pathing I could come up with, playing off of the DM. As time went on, it slowly became clearer and clearer that I was suffering from Dementia and Alzheimers. We finally reached the cave, to which I began pulling out our rations and supplies. Emptying my over sized bag, I revealed the 30+ baskets and pans I had on me, and that was it. No actual supplies. The party now restless and hungry, continued onward slowly following the walls of the cave in total darkness. Eventually we began to see a dim light in the distance. As we grew closer, talking about our battle strategy, I charged in (slowly) yelling "Cane Sword!" Turning my trusty cane into a long sword. I Then proceeded to Monalogue of how great I was, before Throwing my Long Sword at the closest enemie. Well, I rolled terribly and Managed to throw it 10ft. Without my Cane, the DM decided I had a movement speed of 5 and I Was immediately one shot by the first bandit that attacked. The fight ended in a party wipe, me being killed off and the other party members being captured. In the end, they found a small journal on my person. In summary, It explains how I was a rich sheltered merchant, Widowed, and aiming to go on an adventure so I had some cool stories to pass on to my great grandchildren. RIP Grandrew the Wise. You were as useless in life, as you were in death.

In the Pathfinder campaign I'm currently in (I run a harefolk necromancer and many Holy Grail references have been made at my expense) our first ship was a beached derelict. When we found the camp where the captain died, we were ambushed by an angry goose which turned out to be the captain's pet. The psionic twins wanted to kill and eat it, but the barbarian gnoll sensed a warrior's spirit in it when it charged the paladin and began pecking aggressively at his helmet. Against our protests, the gnoll kept the goose and began training it. He named it Cobra Chicken because it hissed a lot and chickens were the only fat white birds he knew of. The next time the party leveled up, the storyteller jokingly said the goose also gained a level in barbarian. In the time since then, the goose has only grown in power and defends the ship violently. It has already caught a stowaway once, and actively hunts any rats that try to get into the hold. Additionally, when we were boarded by the navy to be inspected for smuggling, the goose escorted the soldiers around the ship, aggressively hissing at them when they pondered pocketing some of our things, rolling a nat 20 on intimidating them into not going through with the idea. Later in the campaign, we obtained and hatched a golden dragon egg. The dragon hatchling has since then allowed the goose free entry into the hoard room as a patrolling sentry (previously extra stowage in the bow, now full of copper coins amounting to the total spare change the entire party had, and a lockable mimic chest I personally gifted the dragon as a theft countermeasure, so he'd know I wasn't _completely_ evil. I like my organs on the inside, thank you very much) As it stands, the goose is now a level 2 barbarian, has leather armor and an iron helmet, and has claimed kills on countless rats as well as two of my security camera skeleton hands. I eagerly await the day one of our naval battles results in the ship being boarded. Honk havoc and unleash the birds of war.

Thank you Mr Ripper, i Needed that outro, more than you know.

One time my family was playing DnD and I was an elf. Not much more to say about that. But we got into a tavern brawl and I was just standing there unfazed while the chaos unfurled before me. My Dad, (The dm) asked me what I wanted to do besides stand there. I finally decided to absolutely yeet my beer mug at a guy who was attacking one of my party members. I rolled a 20. Knocked the guy out cold in one shot. I know it wasn’t that funny, but it was hilarious at the time. The entire party was laughing VERY hard. One of my favorite DnD memories.

I appreciate the final comments you made about life hardships, keep spreading the positivity brother 💪🏼

Great content, and love the message at the end. Always willing to listen, all the best you all!

Was invited into a game of Vampire the Masquerade. Keep in my mind, my memory is a little fuzzy as this happened something like 15 years ago. I had warned the DM that when I get into games I tend to enjoy making characters that break games, but that I would try and tone it back for his. I can't remember everything I did to the character, but I took some interesting negatives to get more skill bubbles colored in. One of the negatives were quite extravagant and allowed me to get speak with animals to max, but only for felines. I was also able to get a black panther familiar with a shapeshifting ability. One of her other big negatives was that she was an obsessive artist who has been working on the same painting for the last 100 years. All and all a pretty interesting setup and doesn't look to bad on paper. When introducing the character, the rest of the PC's found out that she was basically a crazy cat lady who had most of the cities cats at her beck and call. Our first puzzle, I asked a nearby cat to disable a security camera and rolled so well that the cat did backflips off a wall to do it. The first encounter with my setup, had me attacking an equivalent of 8 times a round do to all of the perks, skills, celerity and familiar. By the time it got to the other PC's in the group to have a turn, half of the encounter was already finished and the BBEG who was supposed to have beat up the PC's then left was half dead. After the fight, me and the DM had a talk and I realized this just wasn't the game for this kind of character when everyone else was new to pen and paper games. So we decided to give the character and interesting send off by using her obsessive painting personality disorder. All the PC's went to her workshop to see her paintings, regroup and plan for the next adventure. The place is surrounded by cats, both inside and out. One rolls a perception to figure out how many and there is somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 - 50 cats. One of the PCs fails a roll and knocks over a paint can, that directly falls onto the face of the painting my character has been obsessing over. I got to narrate as my characters face went completely still and every cat in the build all looked at that PC and began growling. This turned into the PC's attempting to escape my characters workshop in one piece. Once outside we called an end to the session and the DM asked if he could use my character sheet in the future as an NPC. As far as I know, he still uses this character from time to time as an informant and a foil. Since she has control over all of the cats in the city, this means she can get tons of information easily and has been the beginning quest giver in many of his campaigns. She's also made appearances in guest rolls, showing up at meetings. Haven't talked to the guy in like 5 years, so I wonder if he still uses her.

i love the one where the players adopted the random orphan

8:54 Omg another backer of that amazing tome! The races in there are amazing, I played a pangolan big massive Pangolin monster that have a dig speed and it's just amazing I have at least on two occasions in rp hummed the jaws theme song

Wow man... that ending was inspirational af

10:05 I have a Goblin in our current pathfinder campaign. He was a tinkerer from a young age given the firstname Fixit by his parents and wanted to dearly to become a known inventor. he was a goblin of the Razortooth heritage and because he lacked proper tools. so often opted to use his teeth and gnaw his bits and parts into shapes, including Coggs. and I obliviously gave him the lastname. "Cogg-Chew'wer" that gave a few good laughs at the table during the character reveal.

That kobold with the name is great. Wish I thought of it.

I made a DMPC for the first game I ever ran to balance out the party with a comedic relief healer, since we started with 4 or 5 players and only two showed up for the session. He is a hilariously over powered halfling college of lore bard with an entertainer background as a gladiator made solely for the purpose of keeping the party alive, but basically acts like a hyper active child full of wonder and joy at making new friends. I never have him railroad anything; he doesn't ever lead anywhere, just follows where the party goes and helps them solve problems with his various mixed bag of spells. He always eagerly introduces himself to anyone who he hasn't met, beaming like a kid in a candy store with his hand outstretched saying: "Hi, Finbar C. Thorngage. The C stands for either Calamity or Cornelius, I can't remember which. So it's just a C. As in Finbar C. Thorngage, but my friends just call me Finbar, or Fin for short. Are you a friend?" I was going to kill him off once all the players made it to a session, but they all thought he was hilarious and adorable so I spared him. He has since made an appearance as an NPC in every game I've run since.

So, not a character but in one of our digital D&D campaigns that barely resembled D&D my friend added a depressed skeleton trying to kill himself which he couldn’t do and i tried to comfort him and he kept using more ropes, eventually the skeleton gave me his treasure after i comfort him and he gave me 2 spells (again this barely resembled D&D at all like for example our spells worked entirely different) one was a bone barrage, each bone did a set amount of damage and what i rolled on a D20 would be how many bones was shot and a 20 was 20 bones and a crit, and the second one was to summon the skeleton as an ally for a few rounds and he would whip enemies with all his ropes with sharp objects on the ends of the ropes, and man he did so much dmg which is why i had to roll like 18 or higher to summon him and he had his own d6 rolls to hit, our “campaign” was so janky but it was so fun lol

WE NEED MORE OF THIS

My first DnD character….his name….Sir Nick of Cage…..my friend group’s DM played into it and gave me a “important stolen document” as a personal item…..it turns out i made the most stealthy fighter possible and it only got worse…

A bit of a weird case, but me and my RP group were doing a pirate RP, and through sheer luck of one of our members who convinced one of the members of an opposing crew, by the grace of our GM, we managed to recruit Wu-Tang, the practitioner of water bucket king fu. Now his fighting style was already wild enough, but add the fact he had a very hung ho personality, and zero filter on his mouth to boot, and you had someone we all instantly loved. Now originally nothing much was planned for this guy, he was just supposed to be the joke member of our crew, but the absolutely absurd number of high rolls and flat out nat 20s the guy ended up rolling resulted in so much carnage, we always are happy when we get to bring him along for combat.

Star wars one shot I played a Gunk droid Berserker named Gung who had several guns attached to his sides and head, ranging from slug-throwers to a laser mini-gun. The little guy survived going stood toe-to -toe with a sith Lord, a massive explosion from a spaceship that torn up through the hallway he was in.

I'm so excited that my thread was used again! I can't wait to share the video with Goose's player at DnD tomorrow! Update: He's very proud of himself for his character making you lose it :D

Decades ago while playing Keep on The Borderlands, the party I was in charmed a bugbear. He became our friend and I had the name of Buggy. We were in a cavern where if you searched one enough you could find the odd copper or maybe even a silver piece. He was quite happy finding the coins.

It's not as much of a joke character to start with, but one of my characters ended up with about 36 daggers, many of them +1. I took a homebrew subclass that if I had gotten far enough along, would have allowed me to throw up to eight daggers, with a d6 of damage each, per turn. There was also his harp, which had 12 strings that amplified any sound based spells (such as thunder or sonic) cast with it in range by up to 12 hit die, and six would add fire damage. So a basic, 2nd level shatter would deal 8d8 thunder and 6d8 fire damage. That campaign was sadly cut short before I got to play with the new fire strings, but it was an amazing campaign while it lasted.

I've done the same "Inflict Wounds" is actually lightning with a Tempest Cleric. It's... it's a bit OP. xD

I was in a 'Dark Souls like' D&D campaign where characters could die easily and brutally and if you died you started over at lvl 1 despite the levels of the group. After I character I really liked died a rather horrific death, I made Mu, a not so serious druid that most encounters began and ended with her turning into a bear. She ended up being the only character that came out of that game alive/not traumatized.

Narrator dying at Yew'lidda's story. Had me rolling.