D&D Players, What was your “How the f--k did you pull that off“ moment? Part 2  

One of my players hid as a rock in a river by crouching down and putting his head in the water, hands over the back of his head as a minotaur to hide from a band of Goblins. Rolled a natural 20 on stealth, and the Goblins couldn't roll high on Investigation, so, he got away with it too 😂😂😂

One of my fellow players rolled to “ask god for a hot dog.” It worked! They didn’t even use divine intervention they just asked the sky

Damn, that first story is basically Sherlock Holmes analysing his target before brutally following through with said analysis. I would be cheering like it's the super bowl if I witnessed this at my table.

I made a man think he was a mimik while I was the real him. He later tried so hard to tune into a treasure chest that god actually turned him into a mimik.

I had a moment that left me (and my character) equally exclaiming “that worked? How the F did that work so well?!” While also crossing as part of a Nat 20 moment. So I play with a group that does some homebrew and I play a kitsune rogue that loves to stay in her little Fox form and travels with the party using her natural inclination for illusions to pull off some rather impressive feats (and tricking the barbarian into thinking there are cursed doors everywhere). One time I had to miss a session and I came back for the next with my character waking up in a rundown attic alone the rest of the party gone. Well she finds out that the party got accused of slighting the local lord and had been caught and were to be executed in the open square, she was left behind because the guards just thought she was a pet and didn’t realize the little Fox was the same humanoid they were aware of. Well she decides to save the party of course but there are far far to many guards and she can’t take human form or she’ll be caught immediately, so what does she do? Well… she dashed into the square in Fox form (she is level 12 with 6 tails) and unleashed a mass illusion spell in desperation, I roll the Nat 20, and what does everyone but her see? A massive 4 story nine tail fox that just starts wrecking everything and flinging fire everywhere. The group released by the guards holding them also fall for this illusion except the barbarian that rolls a Nat 20 to see through the thing and gets the rest of the party to snatch her up (she fainted from using up all her strength on that illusion) and flee. When she wakes up they tell her what she did which she is overjoyed it worked of course… until she realizes using that much power dropped her down to level 6 and took three of her tails cause she tapped into her full power far before her body was ready to handle it.

4:04 Sweet! That's my story! 😁 To add to your own commentary, that very same player does the same thing with his D6 stat rolls as well. It's gotten to a point where we have him roll all of our character stat rolls. 😂 And yes, he's rolled very close to what you described.

I was DM, the rogue of the group rolled to attack an enemy with advantage. He got two nat 1s, so he used lucky feat to reroll one of the die. Another nat 1... so I had him roll a critical hit WITH sneak attack damage against himself. He survived... but only just barely. The gods wanted him dead.

I never expected to hear about the *Belgariad* series ever again. That's legitimately amazing to me- good on that guy for playing a whole *campaign* based around it.

All of these stories illustrate why it is vitally important to have a bard as a party member. No npc at the bar is going to believe you otherwise. :)

Similar to the flame thrower story I had a wild magic sorcerer elf named Talon. Talon was pretty basic, especially for the campaign which was OVERFLOWING with homebrew stuff the DM found and added in for fun. He usually did it well but every now and then we’d have an enemy that probably should have killed us. However talon kept getting out of every situation through sheer guile, luck, raw charisma or very creative magic. Personal favorite; tasked by the king to retrieve his daughters heart from an ancient red dragon who was guarding it. His daughter was also alive and relatively fine which was funny. The catch is we can’t hurt the dragon, she’s a guardian of the realm and they need her. So the plan is to do a series of side quests for the loot and just buy back the heart, the final price being 50k gold coins. Well we finally get it, after slaying two separate demon lords and becoming the new champion of the illegal fighting pits (previous champion was my first character who was the physical embodiment of the words human tank). Get to the dragon and I don’t wanna give up 50k so I come up with a plan. First off I won some goodwill by fighting off some enemies on the way in, they wanted her magic items for the war we were in and I wanted their corpses as prototypes for a pet project later. Next I told her that the heart she had wasn’t a princesses heart it was just a normal human heart. This got insight checked but I told the DM I was telling the truth, it was no longer in the possession of a princess and thus not a princesses heart. He said advantage on the persuasion check instead of deception. Got like a 24 cuz charisma class. So I told her I’d give her 30k so she doesn’t look like she got tricked, won some good will there too. Next I took the 20k and divided it three ways, not equally actually I gave my partners more than me cuz I didn’t really need it yet. That’s not the impressive part tho. What’s impressive is the dragon figured this out later and came to get even. Well she demanded all my gold, which i gave to her. All 84 pieces. I had turned it into platinum for storage. I then explained my logic to her, I hadn’t lied to her it was simply a linguistic misunderstanding. She was mad but couldn’t actually argue with me and her cushy job as border guard would be threatened if she outright killed me. So she said I owe her and flies off. Whole party is mad at me except the DM who’s laughing hysterically. Next session I’m busy so the dm arranged a one off for me and another one of my characters (a wizard named Bane Harper). We have to investigate a rumor about an old castle we had previously visited that had demonic activity. Considering the castle held an army this was bad. So we go to investigate and find a giant pile of gold. This screams trap but I massively fail my checks and I can’t find the trap. DM says I still know it’s a trap cuz it’s so obvious. Turns out to be a giant metal snake golem made of treasure that steals peoples treasure. DM also didn’t read and this thing had an aura of damage that required strength saves to avoid, as a sorcerer and a wizard. It’s also got really high dex and resistant to magic so it’s advantage on saves. So this thing is hard as fuck to kill. Somehow manage it coming out with literally two health left on talon and bane is largely untouched. This is entirely because he has an amulet of health or whatever to give him 19con for 102 HP. The dragon then arrived for her cut, give her 20k off it’s corpse, and jokingly mention that if her kid ever needs a job I’d hire him to guard the castle. She asks if I’m offering. Seriously debate fucking the dragon so I can have a guard dog but decide that’s amoral. Dragon lady comes back later and vouches for me at a parole hearing (yeah that happened, not talons hearing tho) and I became the legal guardian of a young blue dragon who I used as a glorified taxi for a few weeks. Her community service was helping me hunt the enemies of the realm. Talon would go on to kill seven demon lords personally, and defeat two more, collect thirteen artifacts of evil, and then top it off by killing the demon king by sacrificing his life in the process. Only for bane to wander in five minutes later and cast true resurrection with one of the evil artifacts. all of this was planned out months ago too with the dm so nobody can say it wasn’t legit. All in all it was just amazing Talon lived that long considering how many times he should have died or got himself in a situation that he probably could have avoided. Like at lvl11 when he killed two lvl15s with dominate person at once. The campaign lasted over a year so it’s hard to remember the exact details of a lot of the little encounters, I just know Talon had a reputation of a cockroach, annoying but really hard to kill. Dude carried the whole campaign and became drinking buddies with the overgod, eventually being written into the lore as an immortal peacemaker. Until he ‘died’ and now the whole world is paying lol.

These videos just remind me of how much I want to be a player again… I’ve been a forever DM for a couple of years now and none of my players feel confident enough to DM yet

I once was in a game where some of my party were traveling down a minecart track into a burial site. There was an advanced rotating cart system where as long as one person operated it, they would be able to get back just fine if they made the circuit. But on their trip down, locked into the seats for safety, their cart gets jumped by like four undead. One of the players, who was a 6 Int Paladin, had a magic bean that did random stuff on impact. He threw the one he had, and not only did it essentially fireball himself and all the undead, the thing that the bean created was a Buellet. A high level enemy. That took up almost the whole tunnel. The cart crashed and everyone started running away back towards me, and I had the idea of launching the leftover carts at the creature to stun it, which worked fantastic. Downside was that one of the players failed the Dexterity save and got KOd by the cart as well. Thinking fast, I ate some "potion fruit" that we got from the magic beans on earlier uses. I managed to roll a phantom potion, which made me ethereal. Through the logic I presented to my DM, and a lot of mercy on their part, I walked into the space of the stunned Buellet, dispelled the potion effect on myself, and while I was shunted out of the space of the creature I lashed out with my blade and carved a large gash through it's vital organs, killing it nearly instantly. I stabilized my buddy who was knocked out, carried them back to the others, and while soaked in blood, traveled down the tunnel on foot and got some dope loot from it. My mere blood soaked presence intimidated the self-aware undead to stay away from me, and allowed me to leave them in peace with my earnings. Still one of my favorite kills to this day.

My group rapped a dragon to put the fear of God into it. Not wrapped, rapped. The DM was laughing his @$$ off about it because it worked

Reminds me of a recent event in a Starfinder campaign that was a side story for a pair of PCs. One was a scientist, even had themselves a pet critter that was a wolf/horse hybrid. (They always suspected it was sentient, but 'Ora' as they called the beastie, couldn't talk.) The other was the equivalent of a mage-due to various factors an artifact had imbued them with the power to rewind time in small amounts-but only for something they were touching or holding. (Think of it working like snapshots, and it had limitations-they couldn't bring someone that was, say, blown to pieces back to life, they'd only get a corpse that was intact. They could also review the past to a limited degree, but...oh, it had a cost. Toying with time makes it toy with you, let's say that, and could be lethal if overused.) They were investigating an organic ship that looked rather like a dragon in design-the creature had been rendered into a derelict and was just floating there in space. Thing had clearly had it rough-the head was gone, a blasted hole in the torso, and they could see where the original crew had built bulkheads into the body in a way that hadn't interfered with its internal functions. ...A Grisly scene indeed-they proceeded into the gap and began to explore, finding that...surprisingly...the ship was still alive, if in a macabre sort of way. From living nodes in a security room to the fact it still had a heartbeat, it became clear it was trying to regenerate...which meant limited time and to NOT TOUCH THE WALLS...at least where the bulkheads had broken, lest it use them to speed up its repairs. They also discovered they weren't alone-an alien entity had made its presence known by mauling a survivor on the other side of a door they were trying to open. One thing led to another, they even found a friendly bio-construct that let them pass the area it was still blocking on past orders...and even another survivor that they sent back to the security room they'd found first. Shortly after that...they found the monster in the crew quarters. Or...rather, our 'mage' did. He was poking at some ruined gear and...heard a noise. Looks up from behind the little barricade he'd glided over...and looks right into those unnatural, blood-red orbs, the only different color being a small, pink pupil. Silence descended, but when it didn't attack...he presented it with a severed arm he'd found in the mess. Curiously, it accepted it and made to leave. It wasn't long after that that the creature helped them find the source of what happened-unveiling that it'd once been a person-same with a couple of other monsters. What had once been a man trying to reunite with his family after they'd been lost due to an experiment, had now become some abominable creature of bone and sinewy muscle, while his wife and child-after being trapped for years in another realm-had turned into practically eldritch creatures themselves, their humanity lost. With that action of before though, and an insane set of communication crits from the mage, they were able to have a peaceful talk. It led to them stepping into the other realm to help close the portal, the daughter and wife joining them as guides. A long trek through a sandy wasteland later (Ora was mountable, so they didn't have to walk. Nice to consider that the scientist had a collapsible saddle for their pet!) and they found the source of the problem. It...went rather well. Mage made off with some alien technology after they broke the anchor that was keeping the portal open, and they managed to exit the place before the portal fully shut. Thing was...the original intent was that the daughter, Allyssa, and her mother, Svetlyna, would be left behind due to helping the party through, allowing for a somber moment with the father of the family, whom now only went by Draeton. Instead, the party managed to pull some insane rolls yet again and managed to get them through, albeit elsewhere in the living ship. It...was surprising. He was mutedly overjoyed at this discovery, and left them with a few rewards-a storage crate of goods that had survived before asking them to leave. Maybe once the ship mends itself they will meet him again, maybe not. Not often you get a man-turned-monster to be friends with you...and all because you didn't shoot the creature that was his daughter.

Newbie to D&D here. DM invited me to an ongoing campaign and will add me at a later date. We did a short oneshot to get me introduced to how the mechanics worked and we used the character that I am going to use in the campaign proper. It started off with my character being commissioned to wander the region in search for a raider bandit camp. The character had arrived at a town (that the dm later revealed was the actual camp in disguise as a town) and proceeded to ask the locals about the said camp. So it turns out the town's 'guards' were the only people of the bandit camp that knew how to fight. The town blacksmith thinking I was a novice adventurer decided to put me in the direction of the guard captain and his squad who were out hunting in a forest north of the 'town.' Each of the party members of the actual campaign at that point each had a legendary item that gives them a unique ability. My character was granted a quiver that turned all arrows stored in it into warding arrows, allowing me to see through them after being fired at the cost of robbing the arrows of all their damaging properties. My character has a default range of 1200 feet that i can double with spell sniper. Once my character got to the entrance of the forest, he fired 3 warding arrows to try and scout ahead to avoid the possibility of being ambushed. My DM made me roll for where the first arrow gad landed. I got a nat 20, so the arrow landed smack dab in the middle of where the captain and his squad set up camp. Using a pathfinder arrow (homebrewed arcane shot that warps my character to where the arrow lands) i had arrived just outside the edge of the camp away from sight and casted Find Traps before making my next move. Turns out i had warped directly over a pitfall trap that was just about to trigger. With the DM then telling me i had to quickly think of an action to save myself i rolled to fire another pathfinder arrow that ended up putting me smack dab in the center of the captain and his three squadmates. Using an actiom surge i quickly fired a flashbang arrow into the air, blinding two of the four enemies before being walked through my first ever combat encounter. It ended with me completing the commision and crippling the 'town' by getting rid of their most capable fighters. (considering one of the two that weren't blinded missed a spear lunge on my character that didn't even make an effort to dodge, they were probably screwed to begin with)

It was a party-wide "how the f*ck did we pull that off?" It was in a Star Wars campaign. 3 of the 4 party members, including myself, were in a restaurant having dinner with the mom of one of the PC's. Our 4th party member had found a little sniper nest and set up in it to keep an eye on the place. Our goal was to just have a relaxing dinner with the mom, but our sniper spotted several Imperial marksmen on the roofs of nearby buildings. We knew the mother was an Imperial officer that was kept under close tabs. We also knew that our reputation with the Empire was dubious at best. When we were informed by our sniper that we had guns trained on us, we all formed separate plans with one goal in mind: escaping to our starship. As the mechanic of the group, my plan was to go to the kitchen first. Our brawler planned on using his shielded gauntlets to protect the mother as he made a mad dash through town. Our sniper was going to start shooting. Our face, wanting to make sure her mother was safe, was going to run alongside the brawler. Sniper asks us for "the signal" that we didn't set up in character, but our characters would be smart enough to deduce. Brawler flourishes his cape and covers the mother with it. Sniper interprets that as the signal, and shoots one of the Imperial marksmen. I scramble to the kitchen. Face used her ultimate ability to start dodging shots. I use my ultimate ability to tear apart the kitchen's ovens, dishwasher, and grills and assemble them into a working airspeeder that can fit six people. Brawler, Face, and Mother bolt to the restaurant's dumpsters, where I made the speeder. We climb in, and take off. Brawler became like a wall, and interposed himself between the party and the Imperials. We pick up Sniper, make it back to our starship, bid farewell to our noble kitchen steed, and leave the planet. It was beautiful.

Less of a 'How did you manage to pull that off' moment and more of a 'How did I manage to pull that off' moment, but I'll still talking about it anyway. I was playing in a 5e campaign with a few friends of mine as a homebrewed character that was a Plant Colossus (think of them as being akin to large humanoid plants) called Ara. She had some of the highest Charisma out of the group, having a full 20 by Level 3, but had rather lackluster Strength at 6. Our group had just recieved a mission to find/kill some grelins within a cave system beneath the town that we started at (it was during a festival of sorts), and we go to this one area that had a barricade composed of wood and various sharp weapons in the way (remember this bit). We had started combat with the gremlins that had started to attack us from behind the barricade, and Ara, who was a Plantaemance -essentially a plant themed summoner-, summoned a red flower themed lion known as a Red Crown, which was treated as a Plant-type. I had already given my Red Crown a command to pounce on a nearby gremlin when a different one managed to hit it with a Crit superheated spear, one-shotting the beast before it even got its turn due to Plant-type's vulnerability to Fire damage. Out of (what I believed was rather fitting) rage that the Red Crown was decimated before it could even fight, Ara, the 15ft tall Plant Colossus (yeah, Plant Colossi are naturally in the Large size category) plant woman, headed over to the barricade and managed to PICK UP the barricade from the ground it was on, albeit with minor damage taken due to the sharp objects.

I med-evaced my minotaur friend out of a Remorhaz belly. While it was still conscious. Dirty 20 dex check to fly past the teeth. (Wingboots active). 16 investigation to find minotaur hand. My warlock was able to see outside the remorhaz by closing his eyes and looking through his pseudodragon's eyes. Thunder stepped the two of us from inside the remorhaz to a safe location. Remorhaz was not happy.

Yeppers, those are "how the eff did that happen?" moments.

The party hunts down a necromancer for a quest and finds out from him that he is amassing an army of undead soldiers against the forces of the BBEG. Our druid tries convincing him what he is doing is wrong and fails their persuasion roll. Undaunted, the player performed one of the greatest in character speeches I have ever witnessed. We all heard and felt the sadness, the anger, and the fear of the character through the voice of its player as the druid tried for a peaceful resolution. They spoke loudly without yelling. They spoke with clear and concise oration. They spoke with resounding emotional projection. The DM did not ask for another roll. The necromancer, being empathetic and sympathetic towards the people he is trying to save and protect, including the party, promised to find another way, And he gave proof of his word. There was only the one failed roll in the entire encounter and we still won without combat because of one player's astounding and unforgettable performance.

Ah dnd where you can defeat dragons beholders slay gods and also get your ass kicked by a magical broom or a door

If you can't get a bigger boat, just get a smaller shark!

My local games store holds a DnD event every few months where 4-5 groups of 4-5 players with a DM for each group play through a one day one shot, every time its a different setting. My first ever DnD experience was one of these events, a lvl 6 homebrew based around the candlekeep library. i was playing "Zergid Ghekax" (also the name of my current PC) a level 6 dragonborn draconic bloodline sorcerer. The day started off when we all came to the Candlekeep library, for entry we had to bring a book with us (in game) , if the book was deemed worthy we would be granted entry to the library. knowing this with enough time, i made myself a small leatherbound book (irl) with afew pages of writing and some notes to hand in as we were entering the library. Zergid Ghekax was not only a sorcerer but also an author, The book was a collection of sketches and information on small beasts he had come across in his travels. Because of bringing in a physical book & it was a 1 of 1 book that my PC had written himself, i was given a point of inspiration for the day (Relevant for later). The first few rooms and areas we went to were introducing us to the area then suddenly there was a huge flash of light across the skies & we moved inside the library's buildings. what followed was a series of events around a murder of afew of the librarians at candlekeep, as we got further into the day our last battle was a combination of each of the groups trying to escape an underground catacomb in a series of group roll challenges as well as fighting the assassins that had taken out the librarians from earlier on, part way through the fight one of the 5 groups was pulling ahead, my group and the other 3 were somewhat lagging behind. Someone decided it was a good idea (definitely not me) to throw a fireball at the assassins to attempt to slow them down, this inadvertently alerted the ghost of the silver dragon "Miirym the sentinel wyrm" who was once bound to defend candlekeep by a great sorcerer. Miirym had no clue what was happening, over 30 beings they had never seen before, rushing through the vaults of candlekeep, he led charge against the assassins as well as all of us, after afew rounds of being slowed and pummelled by Miirym i remembered that being a draconic bloodline sorcerer i had double my proficiency bonus for charisma checks involving dragons, for a total of +10, spending my point of inspiration to roll at advantage & speaking in draconic i explained the situation and everybody's position to Miirym, convincing him that we were not there as enemies of candlekeep & pointing out the assassins, First roll Nat 1, Second roll NAT 20! for a total of 30! In an instant Miirym focused his sights on the assassins and tore them to shreds. I won an award for MVP on my table & MVP of the day with that play. Definitely have to admit, that was the best i could have hoped for on my first ever session of DnD.

I have my own moment that I would like to share. I’m in the process of running a just for fun campaign with my family and my mother said that she wanted to line up the remaining three bandits of the encounter and shoot an arrow from her crossbow and have it pass through them, killing all three. My father looks at her, being the experienced player and goes “you’ll have to roll a twenty to pull that off”. They had been rolling not the best rolls all night so she picks up the dice, rolls it, and gets a twenty. It was insane. Can’t wait to see what they do next

Alright, time for the folding boat story, this is perfect. So in my 2-year long campaign in high school, with my friend group, a running joke was the folding boat. For those that don’t know, the folding boat is a magic item that pretty much has 4 forms. Hand-held. Small boat. Medium boat. Medium-large boat. All these are transitioned too and from via keywords. It’s much more complex than that, but that’s the oversimplified version. It seemed like such a niche thing, and about a quarter into the campaign, one of the players chose it when the dm let all of the players get one magic item of rare quality or less. It was a joke. About 5 sessions later, we had a mega session. It was 5 hours of planning how to break into the most secure vault in the world, and steal the most important item in the world, and return it to its rightful place. We had to get in to the prison. Get out of the cells. Get to the vaults. Get the item. And get out. All without getting caught, as the guards there were all level 10-15 paladins, as the DM told us. At the time we were spring level 5 or 7, I can’t remember exactly. With some good rolls and looking at maps, we figured out there was a river that ran under the vault, and the whole thing was underground, and it led out to sea. So we figure this is the best escape route. We had methods of breaking through the very tough walls, with some time, as well as the mile of ground between the vault and river. But, obvious problem. We didn’t have a method of utilizing the river. Then the player who got the before-mentioned folding boat went “Wait! FOLDING BOAT!”. We all screamed in unison, as we had a plan now. Next session, we’re busting it down a river in a boat, using the world’s most important power source as a laser to propel the folding boat we were all in, in a maniacal chase scene that came after the most of the session being stealth and tactics. It was epic

5:55 that moment when Carmine went out through carbomb.

I was playing an avariel elf who'd had his wings torn off by a giant as a teen for helmet adornments. My character was a ranger that specialized in killing giantkin but nobody could predict just how effective he was. During a foray into a dungeon we encountered a fire giant king and two bodyguards. Without a thought for his own safety Adonaeyr used his cloak of spider climbing while the group was fighting, climbed over the giants, dropped onto the kings shoulder and rolled double critical, 2 critical and four hits, effectively cutting the kings head from his neck. In a panic one of the bodyguards punched at Adonae, sending him flying backward toward the other bodyguard, but Adonae landed on the giants shoulder. By the time the giant had reacted to the equivalent of a very upset praying mantis on its shoulder, Adonae had back flipped and hooked the giants belt with his legs before launching a flurry of savage attacks to the giants butt that exceeded its hp pool by 26; killing it. The party and DM tried to figure out how an assault to the glutes could kill someone and we just settled for the winged elf being so good he could break a tailbone and mess up the calibration of the spinal column, causing a forward tumble, effectively breaking the neck. As a grim trophy of his victory, Adonae took the giants butt as a quiet testimony of his prowess, had it stuffed, framed and displayed in the adventurers guilds lounge area! Tales are often told of the elf that penetrated a giants bottom so hard it killed him! 😆

Who needs a bigger boat, when you have a smaller ship

One time my Dragonborn warlock rolled a nat 20 on intimidation and snapped my belt like a dad in a tank top drinking a beer. The bounty turned himself in immediately.

Whenever I hear someone tell a story of "This crazy stat-block they once saw someone roll." my inner statistician always wants to say: "No, you didn't... You're embellishing a memory of something, that was probably amazing, but not *that*." For reference, the stat-block mentioned at @4:55- "at least" likelihood of rolling (18, 18, 18, 17, 16 ,14) is something like 1 in 90,000,000.00

Rather than "How the f did you pull that off?" but "how the f did you survive?" (For reference this is Rhime of the Frostmaiden or as my DM likes to call it, Idiots on Ice) I play Pafir, a harengon warlock who has a bad habit of tempting Fate with a capital F. In order of encounters he has: Had his eye ripped out, impaled by a ice rapier, gutted by a snowy owl bear, impaled by a giant javelin, shot in the back by his own teammate, impaled by two regular javelins (at the same time), crushed by water, drowned by the same water, had his arm cut off by the once again the same water, kicked off a cliff, almost had his throat ripped out, frozen in a block of ice, chased by a pack of wolves, paralyzed and poisoned and chunks ripped out, almost lose an arm to a possessed party member, and finally, get impaled once more by halberds. We started at lv 1 and are only at lv 5. In 90% of the encounters so far, Pafir has suffered horrendous injury. Let this be a reminder to all: CON IS NOT A DUMP STAT

Love the vids!, probably doesn’t mean anything from me but, still!

Not sure if this fits exactly but we had a Tabaxi Echo Knight fighter fall off a several thousand foot cliff during a snow storm while fighting many vampires. We don’t see him again until 3 or 4 sessions later when we find out he and the dm had played the rest of his fall out. Apparently after he fell he’d managed to echo around in the fall and kill multiple vampires and use his echo to get to safety. We find his character hunched over a fire waiting for us at the foot of the mountain totally unharmed. What really surprised us is in his solo session with the dm he’d not only managed to fight more than half a dozen vampires while falling, but he got up the mountain again, followed us to an extent in an attempt to catch up, and still managed to beat us back down the mountain when he saw us descend from above via feather falling on a sperm whale (our Druid) and wait for us at a fire like nothing had happened. It should also be mentioned this character has tendencies to do things like this often. No min max, no strategy, just good rp and dice rolls.

Dont remember if I told this before or not. But was testing my character vs some enemy types for homebrew campaign. My boy is a minotaur with dual wield axes, and went toe to toe with a large variety of enemies. The most epic of which was a giant stone golem when he slugged it out with until he was beaten and the golem was at 1 health left. But also, a hydra. Which he killed. By shoving it. Off a cliff. He failed the first attempt and got real low on health, but the 2nd attempt he jumped up to a rock wall, grabbed the hydras necks, and yeeted it to the edge. It fails its saves and plummets. Tl;dr Minotaur pushes a hydra off a cliff when he realizes he cant kill it fast enough.

I had a group of players who was trying to track down a green dragon. The Tortle had the idea to leave his pet sheep outside where the dragon usually hung out as a means of attracting it. He put the sheep (Alfonzo the 31st) in the middle of the clearing, where he and his two companies hid. After a while the dragon flew down, and immediately upon seeing the sheep, he ate it in one bite. The Tortle was horrified that his sheep was gone, and wanted to role stealth to sneak behind the dragon. He rolled a natural 20. While he snuck behind the dragon, his teammates, one of which was a Half Dragon, tried to distract the Dragon. The Tortle made it behind the dragon, and asked if he could role to cut it’s tail off. I reminded him the only sharp weapon he had was some type of curvy knife I don’t recall the name of. The Tortle didn’t care. He stabbed the dragon in the tale, and left his sword in it, immediately dashing into the woods. The dragon was obviously super angry at the party for this, and was going to kill the other two party members, when the Druid offered to heal him. After some quick roles, the Druid walked behind, while the Half Dragon (he was female) comforted the Green Dragon, telling him it was gonna be alright. As the Druid walked behind the dragon she took out her battle axe (this player insists on having one, I don’t know why, since she’s a Druid) and fully chopped the dragons tail off after rolling high, although I don’t remember what the role was. The dragon was super pissed after this, and it took the party a while to find each other (The Tortle did end up getting Alfonso the 32nd later in the story)

Be chaotic, throw your infinite bouncy ball, make everything and the ball do rolls, until a God has no choice but to confiscate the pride of your humor!

My campaign and I were doing a story called Icewindale. We were at the town hall of a town we had just helped, and we were guarding something in said town hall for the night. Some size-changing orcs or dwarfs or something from the underdark wanted a statue that was in the town hall. I was stationed in a room alone. The dwarf went invisible, and I rolled a 7 for perception. So the dwarf swept my legs from under me, and I fell to the ground. The dwarf proceeded to step on my face. My character was pissed. Being a Charismatic, Lawful Evil, Soceress, Tiefling, I decided I would use the “Scroll of Fireball” that we had gotten from a previous quest. DM: You do realize this will blow up the entire room. Me: And kill the dwarf right? DM: Yes, but you will take fire damage. It’s a 8x8 range. Me:I know, so can I do it? DM: *sigh* Yes, you can. Me: I use the Scroll of Fireball! DM: You read the scroll, still on the ground, and the blast disentegrstes the dwarf, and sets the entire room on fire. You hear the dwarf scream in agony as it dies. Me: I stand up and yell to the dwarf as it dies: “AND DON’T EVER STEP ON MY FACE AGAIN, BITCH!” And I proceed to laugh maniacally. DM: The party hears and explosion, and assumes that it was another dwarf. However, when they hear your maniacal laughter, they know it was you. Here’s where it gets good. We get them to stop, and I send the paladin to tell the town. I tell him that the dwarf set the fire. I rolled a 19 for deception, and he rolled a 1 for perception. So he runs to the town, truly believing the things I told him. When everybody gets there, the town speaker comes to talk to us. DM: The town speaker says “How did this happen?” *The party becomes silent, as I say* “Don’t worry, I got this.”* DM: Roll a deception check. Me: *Nat 20* DM: *sigh* Go on. Regale to us this travesty. Me: *Proceeds to tell a story with many plot holes, slurring of words, stutters, and lies. Me: AND THEY BELIEVE ME. DM: They seem to be enthralled by your story, and praise you. You all go to the pub to celebrate *DM turns to me* YOUR LIE. Me: DRINKS ARE ON ME! We all got drunk at the pub and our characters passed out in their rooms. We woke up with hang over XD So that’s my story :D

The most insane feat I had was back in my munchkin days. I was playing the party cleric in a very high lethal game (I think this was my forth character at the time, and also fifth, because he died to his first encounter against a hydra that took him down in a bout of bad luck). He was a cleric/prestige paladin/radiant servant of pelor/knight of the raven abomination, but the flavor all came together to be a paladin of Pelor that was VERY good with healing spells and light spells (too good, because DM and I both misunderstood the rules around swift actions and had a charitable interpretation of the Battle Blessing feat). But, for all of the teenage me's optimization, he wasn't outshining the party since he was primarily a support role. His best gimmick was using Divine Metamagic Persist for Mass Lesser Vigor, so everyone got Fast Healing 1 to keep us at maximum health out of combat, Persist Divine Power so he could swing his greatsword in combat, and quickened healing spells (ubercharged by Radiant Servant) so he can provide spot healing to the party between attacks. The insanity happened when we came to challenge a Dark Lord of a domain of Ravenloft, who was something like a level 17 wizard lich. He opened the fight by summoning a baloor to be his support. That was when the insanity happened, as my turn followed immediately thereafter. I had two paladin spells activated, Find the Gap (my next attack is a touch attack that ignores armor and shield bonuses to AC), and Rhino's Charge, which doubled the damage on a charge. I used my Smite Evil (it didn't add much, but did increase the accuracy a lot thanks to high charisma), and then put every BAB I could behind Power Attack to increase my damage further. And crit. He ONE SHOT the Balor and turned the rest of the fight into a team vs. lich beat down. My favorite memory of that combat wasn't the Balor popping, however. It was near the end of the fight as we and the Lich were limping along to a finish, that the Lich, who held that arcane magic was superior and divine magic was weak, tried to fly away to flee. So I used one of the few spells I still had left, Dispel Magic. The difference in Caster Levels meant I was very unlikely to have any effect, but when it came time to roll his Caster Level check for his Overland Flight spell... he failed. The lich fell out of the sky 30ft, and dropped to negative Hit Points from fall damage.

I got one. We were playing Nephilim, a post apocalyptic thing where basically the biblically accurate apocalypse occurred during the Second World War, now the Earth is a nuclear wasteland inhabited by half demons while humans are stuck in heaven with the Ultra strict angels. We play as half demons. So, we start a one shot having to retrieve an artifact to heal a real demon that protected our colony that got hurt during a raid. We go on, do crazy stuff and at the end, we're on a jeep at 160 Km per Hour in the desert with an angel flying next to us. Angels are supposed to wreck us. Now the fun begins. We had a party member who had the power to identify enemies' weaknesses. She uses it and sees that the angel's temple seems to be his weak point. And my character's power was, when concentrated enough, to shoot basically anything within range regardless of obstacles. I had 2 guns. I shoot a demonic steel bullet right in his temple then a normal one that pushes the first one even further in. Then angels turn. He could basically one shot any of us. He charges and the DM rolls.... 1 dmg. Then I shot my second and last demonic steel bullet in the same spot, and another player had a demonic steel dagger and the ability to blink. So she blinked on the angel's back and stabs him in the temple. All of that at high speed. The angels crash and slides on the floor, while she basically surfs on him and survive. We killed him. We were level 1. DM was baffled.

For the algorithm, engagement, and because it was so heckin' awesome, I share with you now...the story of how my beast-barian rogue got a waifu, a WAAAAGH, and a warg named Krumper in the span of about forty five seconds. My party, consisting of a dwarf tempest cleric named Thorik, a firbolg shadow monk named Antu, and myself as a human beast barbarian rogue named Web. Important notes: Thorik blows things up with maximized thunder, Antu sneaks and does fey BS but usually doesn't do huge damage, and I'm a walking tactical nuke due to custom 'deity' classes our DM dreamed up, as well as the former "Red King" commander of a hyper religious kill squad of an unrelated faction. We're defending a dwarf city that's under attack by a huge amalgamation of kobolds, orks, and more orks. Yes, orks with a K, because we're all Warhammer fans and our DM was having a lot of fun. Anyway, we're fighting off ork warriors and berserkers and get split up in a big map. Antu goes sprinting off doing monk things and slapping stragglers around (and meeting up with a dwarven lass he stood up accidentally. She turned out to be a barbarian), Thorik is using his action to dash just about every turn just to keep up, and I...well, I'm a barbarian, there's orks, the obvious happens. My boy runs forward with Cunning Action and gets into it quick with my fancy new kanabo. It's a maul that forces a strength check and can send people flying. I have some fun and end up on the defensive wall around the city, pulling an honorary Gimli bashing people off the wall and laughing my head off. Then Thorik casts call lightning and it gets sucked up by the enemy commanders, who are two humans from the enemy faction that organized all this. Well, they're in kanabo range since my boy has cunning action and Web charges in. Two attacks, two failed strength saves, the female gish goes flying into the city, the male caster goes flying off the wall, and my boy goes WAAAAAAGH! The entire ork army screams WAAAAAGH and now it's an honor duel between me and the woman. They all gather up like it's a prize fight and we get into it. Antu runs around talking smack and laughing, Thorik goes charging right past us to go after the mage which becomes ANOTHER whole event outside the walls, and my boy Web is squaring off with this incredibly confident woman who has floating spiked chains. I activate my 'god mode' ability which is a stack system: one stack they glow, two stacks they take fire damage every turn, three stacks and it detonates doing 10d6+10 cold. My 'deity' levels are that of a solar war god. So I open up on this lady and she's hanging on, barely avoiding getting yeeted again. Meanwhile Thorik is outside headbanging the enemy mage. The woman's turn comes around and she wraps Web up in her chains. I just go "Alright" and swing out again. ALL OF MY DAMAGE GOES BACK TO ME! Her chains are transfering all the damage she takes to my boy! This character had been made from the ground up to counter my barbarian, because we'd been steamrolling everything and our DM was struggling to challenge us. Well, my boy Web started life as a grappler, so I default back to that thinking "Well if we're both wrapped up then we'll both take the damage!" I have negative intelligence, yes. So I hit her with my expertise backed, rage supported, chain assisted grapple check and now we're both taking damage. I have a thought and remember an ability I get from the war god thing, heroic resistance. It's basically the orc's "I refuse to die" ability. So I hit the bang switch, proc my last stack, and blast the 10d6+10 on both of us, but I ask to do non-lethal if possible since I might be able to direct more of the damage to myself. We need info on why and how they're using whole armies of other races...and my ability disintegrates people it kills, so I don't wanna scorch her spiked chains; Antu wanted them and I'm a bro when I want to be. The DM says I can choose how much damage I do, and if it's within a few of her remaining health then I can choose not to Thanos her. I pick and miss. Now I'm at one health, she's still alive and awake, and the ork army is still shouting WAAAAGH waiting to see who comes out on top. I am still wrapped up in her chains and will take any damage she does. I'm out of possible moves, no healing, no chance to win. So Web goes "Look I'm not trying to kill you and we're not going to war with your faction unless they come to us. Either we can both die or you can surrender and we move on." Nat 20 persuasion check with a negative in charisma. She rolls an 8. Well the DM isn't afraid of how this might go, so he describes what happens next. Web holds his arm out of the now destroyed building they'd been fighting in and gives a weak 'waaagh' and the whole army lights up. Thorik finishes off the mage guy and gets a heckload of scrolls then comes to heal us. By the end of this, the orks presented Web with the 'general's mount', a Warg who ate his last rider named Krumper, and well over three quarters swore loyalty to Web because "that wuz some good krumpin' boss". Last we left off, Web was riding at the head of an ork army with a dwarf vanguard on a warg with a formerly enemy gish general in the saddle with him...with her chain things wrapped suggestively around both of them. Our DM was understandably speechless and I feel terrible about my actions. But damn it was hilarious XD I will be telling this story for decades.

I have one! It was during my first "official" one shot, my character, Shade Umbrum(a halflinhg rouge) and the rest of my team had been exploring the long since abandoned tomb of an ancient underwater king, and near the end of the one shot, we had been encountered by two earth worm things and a large monster mole/wolf thing, dont remember the actual names of the creatures, anyways, during initiative, i rolled a nat one, leaving me last, but on my turn, i rolled a nat 20 on acrobatics and flipped onto the back of the Mole/Wolf and jabbed a harpoon head i had stolen from a mechanical enemy a few rooms ago right into its eye, after wards it tried to shake me of, but i heald on tight, a few turns later, it was my turn again so i jabbed my dagger into its other eye, distracting it long enough for my teammates to break down a wall for us all to escape In other words, i blinded what was supposed to be the final boss, letting us escape roughly an hour before the DM expected.

Im watching this while making my Minecraft Yeet fork. I have my armor made, so I'm finishing my improvised weapon. Thanks for the stories guys❤️

Was fighting a legendary, homebrewed Elemental Prince of Air as a superboss that was supposed to beat us in an arena battle. It had a legendary action where it would reduce a creature who can breath’s HP to zero by sucking the air away from them if they fail a pretty high con save. Thing is…I was playing a Dhampir Paladin. Protection from good and evil made me almost untouchable to his much weaker melee attack, and I was able to 1v1 him after he downed the rest of the party. I was lv 8, dm said this boss should be cr 18…so yeah. 1v1ed a legendary monster because I got good dice rolls on smites, had been saving resources for the boss, and I didn’t have to breath!

Lost Mines of Phandelver run here. The party is 1: Alana; Dhampire Rogue lvl 5[Think Ruby Rose from RWBY as her voice & some of her personality], 2: Armstrong; Dwarfen Alcoholic Cleric of Life lvl 5[Happy-Go-Lucky drunk, with a thick Scottish accent think Merideth's Dad from Brave{?}]3: Elis; Reborne Blood Hunter lvl 5[Think Aizawa-ish from My Hero Academia], & 4: Jaun; Fighter & Peace Domain Cleric lvl 5[Think Jaun Arc from RWBY for some of his persona] Plus 2 Wolves named Hallow[dubbed the Goodest boi] & Alpha[The Moodiest Boi] of whom are Alana's babies but that is neither here nor there. Anyway, my character Alana and the rest of the party were in Craigmaw Castle. This is following a long rest after Gundrin had sadly been slain and been avenged when they killed his killer, Alana had lost her shit in a bit of a 'feeding frenzy'. She decided that after eating breakfast when they woke up in the morning that she would attempt to befriend the Owlbear in the locked-up room using the killer's body as food for him. Well, lo and beholder beast, Hollow, who followed Mommy had failed his stealth Roll. Alana had accidentally surprised him by accidentally laying the bar down on his tail. Don't worry, he was just startled & she gave him kisses and apologies. Anyway, that woke up the OwlBear and said creature start to pat at the door with his paws. It goes silent. Alana grabs the arm of the chopped-up body to give to her new possible buddy and opens the door immediately with a smile and says, ' Hi buddy! ~ I got some food for you! ~'. However, what she didn't know was that the Owlbear had circled back and was going to ram the door down. My fiance had me roll twice. Once for the Animal Handling for an apparently VERY pissed off and VERY hungry creature who'd been locked away for several days, and another for a Dexterity save. I used Vax and Vex's D20s from the Vox Machina set my fiance had gotten for me & both gave me high enough rolls to where both the check AND the save were 22. So, she managed to move out of the way and save from being trampled by the owlbear and then got a high enough roll for the Owlbear to NOT eat her. It took the torso and ran, Alana following enough to yell out and let it know that she was leaving the food at the edge of the forest for him and then going back to the party somewhat dejected that she was unable to have a new buddy. My fiance & I just find it absolutely hilarious that Vex & Vax BOTH gave me enough for 2 22's and I like to think that MAYBE they decided to smile down upon Alana's sweet, child-like chaotic energy and help her out. Just for shits and giggles.

Silk is a super good name. Might be common but it sounds rly smooth

4:30 wish I had that luck, instead I roll 12, 11, 9, 7, 7, 7

Last story sounds pretty nice!

The one time I played Pathfinder with my old roommates we ended up just having a fun time to start, got way to powerful early. GM just giving items out an everyone just having a great time. Eventually we all were getting tired with the rolling enemies with out any risk, GM finally starts to try an kill us. I ended up as a Drow Necromancer threw some earlier shanigins. Body modification/undead hoarder. We as a part had just cleared a dungeon inside a mountain. Slaying a cult that had been summoning greater demons as well as several of the demons. One of which had some eyes with a great ability i snagged over anything else ( a set of 4 yellow eyes emplanted into forehead. Once opened anything caught in its gaze has to throw a wisdom save (if i remember) or becomes petrified as stone. As we came out the other end of this dungeon we come out apon a great cliff, with a vast view of the coast line. GM went into great detail describing this vast coastline covered by hundreds of thousands of Orcs, Cyclops an the sort of a foreign continent had been setting up war machines an battlements. (His final attempt at TPKing all of us) With a smile he asked how our party was gunna proceed? I dont know if he forgot about my score just alittle while ago but I just took a glance at everyone then said “I gaze apon this wonderful sight today. My new stone garden features” I open my new eyes an gaze at this massive army.” Our GM quickly starts rolling panicing at just the large amount of throws he had to do so started breaking it down into groups of 100 (his best bet at saving any of his army). With about 15 mins of groaning an rolling he sighed at said “Well amongst your many new statues there are roughly 400 men left running in fear threw there now petrified allies. We all had a good laugh an just called it after that

Took on 4 Bugbears. Was a level 3 dragonborn dragon sorcerer, with 1 level 1 spell slot

I shot a boss encounter in the back and managed to deal enough damage to take out over half its health. College of whispers. Sharpshooter and psychic blades.

Our party barbarian took out a warband of orcs and half mountain with a intimidation check, the whole story is that we were escorting a caravan as guards when the orc warband attacked in had in tow with them 3 hill giants, on several successful intimidation/persuasion we convinced the giants to join our side "our barbarian had hella charisma don't ask" eventually we started to make a tactical retreat with our newfound friends in tow, my character the party wizard suggested we cause a landslide to slow our pursuers, the giants were unsure of the idea until the barbarian succeeded on his intimidation roll to order them to throw rocks at the nearby mountain range, Dm rolls for their group bombardment attack and the get a nat 20 bringing down half the mountain destroying the entire orc warband and half the caravan in the process

Megalodon to magikarp=Epic!❤😂🎉

Entered a room with a beholder, the twist was the giant magnet in the middle of the room, drawing the ones in armor to stick to it: the Fighter, the Cleric, and my Paladin/Warlock. I asked the DM nicely if she could please use Misty Step to step out of her armor. He allowed it, but now she was in her undergarments, without her weapon. I was low in the initiative and other players' shenanigans had already gotten the beholder prone on the floor. And was how she eded up grappling the beholder in her undies while the others bashed on it.

A friend introduced me to DnD but at the time all we had were d6. So we each had 2 d6 and would roll against the dm to do things. If we rolled higher we succeeded. Well at one point I was going through some.woods and the dm says you hear some rustling in the bush. So I said "I would like to roll deception, I mean perception." To wich the dm responds with "nope. We are going with the first." So I had to do the deception roll, but then I saw the dms face. He snake eyed his roll so he had to come up with how I would decive whatever was in the bush. After a minute he tells me you look at the bush and say "No! I am the bush now!" To which some giant rats stick their heads out looking around like where did he go? He was here a second ago.

Oh, I have a fun story. The party is level 5, making our way through a dungeon that we were explicitly warned not to enter because we're arrogant fools like that. While trying to escape from what looks to be a laboratory with human experiments, we trigger multiple traps that knock many of us down to half health or less. And then, to make matters worse, we find the current homeowner: a mind flayer. It lets out a mind blast that stuns all but two of the group and downs two of our front-line fighters. My character, Pilva, is panicking. We are in no shape to fight this thing. But I have an ace up my sleeve. Pilva is a divination wizard/knowledge cleric multiclass. Knowledge clerics have Suggestion prepared for free, and divination wizards have the Portent feature. So, I cast Suggestion, declare that the mind flayer rolls a 5 on the save, and say, "I suggest you go continue your work and let us leave in peace." The DM paused for a full 30 seconds, checking his notes, before telling me, "Fuck you." The party is relieved. Small problem, though. I told the mind flayer to *continue its work.* And one of our party members is still on the ground. The mind flayer carries him off, and we have no choice but to let it happen, lest the creature wipe us all out. We escape the dungeon, sans our poor monk. So yeah, that's the story of how I Jedi Mind Tricked a creature whose entire gimmick is flaying minds and then faced immediate retribution when it accidentally got one of my comrades murdered. Divination wizards are great, y'all. Just... be careful what you ask for.

wad rescuing a kobold from the city of the dead I think it's called (waterdeep) and this was before my dad actually read the book, so he basically just made it the hood, and we were running from 20-30 raven lookin things, (might've been kenku) and while running he told me to roll athletics or something a bunch, and u shot you not, I roll purely 18s, 19s, and a 20... needless to say I got away, meanwhile the kobold was laughing his ass off because I casted hideous laughter on them. at least I got the kobold now!

So I am currently part of a Curse of Strahd campaign. The DM and players are all Yakuza fans so I have affectionately called our campaign Yakuza: Like a (Dungeon &) Dragon. Our party consists of Majima (a hagblood rogue); Ichiban (human paladin); Adachi (dwarf ranger) and Zhulong (aka Zhao) (tiefling sorcerer). We came across a scenario that is so on brand for the AU versions we've come to love and their canon versions that all had us going "How did we pull this off/I can't believe this worked!" CoS spoilers hereafter So the party manages to find a missing child that we were tasked to find. She's been thrown in a lake and Zhulong leaps in to save her. He and the kid are lifted out of the water by a beholder and if he tries anything, he's going to die. So the rest of the party manages to negotiate with the Beholder that they'd offer to give Ireena in exchange for the child. What this Beholder really wants to do is try to get one up on Strahd and negotiate with him so he can finally leave Barovia. Zhulong agrees to stay in the beholder's clutches while the rest of the party takes the kid back to her parents and they concoct a plan. They get the help of some of the child's family as a backup in case their Plan A fails. Adachi and Majima have Disguise Self. Adachi disguises himself as Ireena and offers himself up. The Beholder gets close enough to look and then says, "She seemed much taller in your thoughts." Ichiban QUICKLY comes up with an excuse. "Oh you know how sometimes our brainboxes don't get all the details right." The Beholder rolls really low on an intelligence check and decides that must be true. He chucks Zhulong into the water and picks up Adachi. Then Majima (disguised as Strahd) appears and demands the release of his "bride." The Beholder's plan was that he believed the lake was considered "running water" and thus Strahd wouldn't be able to approach at all. Majima calmly walked into the water and there's this description. DM: The Beholder looks at the bride. Looks at the water. Looks at Strahd. (repeat a few times) Then Majima screams at him with his best Strahd impersonation: If you don't release my bride, I will freeze over this lake so you NEVER ESCAPE! Majima proceeds to roll a Natural 20 on Intimidation. The Beholder shits into the lake, throws Adachi hard enough that he lands on the shore and runs away screaming. Ichiban tried to catch his friend but they both were thrown by the impact. We still can't believe we pulled that off! Clearly, the Mad Dog can't be tamed no matter what universe he's in.

I jumped off a cliff (no im not going to give context) and forgot i had wings (i was a rogue) i broke my ankle the other campaign members came down then we get surrounded by zombies i try to shoot one and almost kill one of the dragonborn in the group, he then decides to chase me to try and kill me, but we were still about to get killed by zombies. i try to shoot one nat 20, it was satisfying but not enough for the dragonborn to give up he uses lightning breath to kill the zombies around us but of course a zombie dragon shows up it get hit by lightning dies i get chased by a dragonborn we jump in a hole the dragonborn gets stuck in quicksand and cuts his arm off with his own axe by accident the DM didnt want anyone to kill each other so i decide to rob him. :) (long story but it was fun)

[5e] I was a level 7 paladin Oath of the Crown, and my partner in this engagement was a level 7 celestial patron warlock. Our opponent? A pit fiend (CR 20 devil). I went into this fight assuming I would be alone, and that I would be dead by the end. This was because I had challeneged the creature to a fight after numerous provocations, and evil deeds done directly where I could see such as destroying a small town. This Pit Fiend was a plot device, bound to a party member's soul to give us a way out of situations we had no business being in, as well as to cause character conflicts later . You see, two archdevils were vying for power and one happened to be our BBEG, so the other one gifted our wizard the fiend as a show of good will, and to tempt him with power. Warlock friend joined me because he was romantically interested. By the power of that bonus action 1d6 healing from the warlock going to my paladin every turn to make her conscious again, and the combination of divine and eldritch smites critical hitting by pure luck, we took him so far down he ran away back to the master he was bound to (it was discovered by the wizard, mid-fight, that if one of them died, the other would die too and he master didn't like that). Penance (my Paladin) and Vex (the Warlock) ended up married by the end of the campaign, truly one of the most memorablr moments in any game of dnd I have played.

My party was about to take on a small army that would take multiple sessions just to get through a portion of the army. Unfortunately the dm gave us too many magic items, and just overpowered loot. One firebomb, planted in the middle of the main force by me, the assassin, 30 arrows in one turn by the swashbuckler, a boss that we befriended, and archers later and the battle took 12 seconds (2 rounds). Most of the army was dead with their flesh melting on the ground, or with arrows through their heads. One of the commanders was turned into a pile of bone shards that went into one of the other commanders, and the final commander was humiliated at my feet (after she threatened me by saying she needed more ears for her collection (I was playing a high elf)). After all this without celebrating our victory we shrug it off and find a cool torture chamber.

To keep a very VERY long story short, one of our party members was cursed, and had very little control over their character, and was forced to do a lot of things they didn't want to do, one of these being to make an attack roll against another player. Now our DM was being merciful for once and made the player roll at disadvantage. First roll, player got a nat 20. We all have a laugh at how unfortunate that was, but how fortunate it was that the roll was at disadvantage and had to be rerolled! Second roll and... Another nat 20. Que everyone losing their shit. (Thankfully it turned out the attack roll wasn't to damage the player, but to instead cut open their bag which had the thing that cursed the player in the first place, but that cause a whole different mess of chaos.)

Technically combat never occurred... however, it was definitely a "how in the world did that happen!" moment. Apologies for the length. We are playing "Ice wind Dale" as our first campaign. The East Haven Docks were being investigated, by our party, where we met a Duergar Prince. He is immediately captured for interrogation, but his bodyguards are not far behind. My fellow party members chase them leaving me (a dwarf barbarian), alone with the prince. Without a beat missing the prince shrinks down, escaping his bindings and I can't find him!... Meanwhile combat hasn't started except for one Duergar knocked into the icy port waters. I'm frantically trying to find this sucker. I ask the DM, Me: Is there anything flammable or explosive on this boat? DM: No... I'm fully prepared to do whatever it takes to get this Mother Hubbard who happens to be in a wine cupboard. (Which I found out after a perception check.) Two other party members join me in apprehending the now teacup sized prince with anger issues. Our ranger motions for his little drake to attack the Gray Dwarf in the wine cabinet. His drake enters and within seconds is thrown like a ragdoll across the Boat's Cabin I begin to think that if we fight him there is no guarantee he won't A.) Shrink to escape Or B.) Take us on and it's a huge headache. I begin trying to deescalate the situation by flattering the prince. Saying how he has lived more lifetimes than I and was likely the better warrior. This goes back and forth until he and I agree to have hand to hand combat. Little did I know this was a ploy so he could use his neat little eye trick on me. He is attempting mind control... it doesn't work. : ) Me: That Tickles. Duergar Prince: How are you this Stupid!? Me: Hey, I'm average! (10 intelligence) DM: You only have one action to take. What will you do? Again, willing to do WHATEVER so this dude doesn't escape. I think for a few moments. The DM then voices the prince with a smirk. Duergar Prince: What are you going to do? This smirk would be our DM's demise, because it gave me the most ludicrous idea on how to deal with the situation. Me: I "interpret" his smirks as flirting, and I lean forward for a kiss. This is so I (a straight dwarf) can confuse our opponent and give my fellow members a chance in the dude's apprehension. DM: You don't even have to roll for that. I do. He rolls.... it's a nat 1. The DM sighs thinking how to move forward. DM: He is caught off guard by your approach, and while backing away screaming he falls.... He is now prone. Fellow Player at table: How dare he be homophobic! We have a good laugh, and the DM describes the rest of the situation. Turns out if the bodyguards hear their prince scream, they will surrender and give you any information you want so you don't hurt him. They surrender and the one that fell into the water emerges from the depths and is now towering over the boat getting ready to fight. He looks over at his fellow bodyguards and is slightly disappointed and also as a giant Duergar raises his hands in surrender. DM: Well now I have to be creative because I thought this fight would take longer. TLDR; We encounter a Duergar prince. He's captured then escapes. The DM is prepared for a massive fight which involves a giant gray dwarf. I'm to average to be mind controlled and I (a straight dwarf) completely avoid the fight by trying to kiss a homophobic Duergar Prince I have previouslg posted. im just excited to share this story.

So my best WTF! How did you do that moment was from D&D 3.5 Oriental Adventures. I was playing a Samurai and this is a version of samurai that had ancestral weapons you could upgrade by meditation and gold donations. So I focused into the Iaijutsu duels and got my sword upgraded to being a +1 vorpral Katana. Our group got invited to a dinner party and because it was oriental based, Samurai were allowed to keep their weapons. During the party we were supposed to discover who the primary villain was and then get out to plan our future moves. Well I decided "fuck it, im ending this shit right now." So before anybody can do anything, I look at the DM and tell him I want to do an Iaijutsu attack against the villain. He is completely unaware I'm about to draw my sword and attack him. Didn't matter what I rolled because a Nat 20 on my attack and Vorpral took over, ending the adventure immediately with a headless villain.

TL;DR Accidentally Exalted an item at level 9 So my DM has a homebrew sentient magic quill named Scribius (named by the party, I suggested the name) who is owned by our Wild Magic Sorcerer. And one of the things the quill can do is publish stories. And if it changes the life of someone, the quill becomes Exalted. This was supposed to happen YEARS later in the campaign, not months in. There's also accidentally summoning Lady Aphrodite with this quill, too.

Was playing a Bladesinger wizard, were fighting a fire worm who would burrow down and attack from below. Rolled well on a perception check so I knew where he was.... right under me. So I activated my bladesong which would give me advantage on a acrobatics roll. Worm attacked, rolled a nat 20 and anime flipped away making my table go mad. For a funny side note we kept the anime theme going and had our barbarian punch the attacking worm mid air and back to the ground setting his hand on fire but nearly killing the worm

TLDR: Tried to kill a gunslinger of our group. Dice gods said no. Escaped capture. Got a massive bounty on my head. Manage to claim the bounty on my own head Gunslinger tried to kill me back. Dice gods still said no. Got away with the gold while rendering the gunslinder mad. It was on pathfinder. I was playing a Fetchelin Ninja, LN The rest of the group was composed of an CN Gunslinger, a LG Paladin and a mage The group save my ninja in the first session together, so my character had a debt of honor on them. when the Gunslinger started doing shit endangering the group (like, nearly pushing us into lava for a piece of loot), i started to plan on killing it during a night camp, near a bottomless pit (DM wasn't oppose on PvP) I started by taking the gun of said gunslinger, tossing it in the pit (important for later) and made my way to its sleeping place. DM "Roll stealth, but since he's sleeping and you're a ninja, unless you roll a.." My dice: Nat 1 DM "...You wake him up by stepping on a piece of dry wood, and he sees you, sword out." What follow was a brief fight, and, the desire of the paladin to take me to Sandpoint to judge me, two days of travel. So, they tied me up, the ninja whose specialty was evasion, disguise and stealth, and tried to take me to town. Tried to, since i slipped away after the first night with some lucky dice roll. Once into town, i started to disguise myself and sleeping in an INN as a merchant, waiting for the spirit to cool down. It didn't. The gunslinger offered all his gold (8000 gold) for my head. All the city was searching for me. In a next solo skype session, since i wanted to stay with my character (with the debt he still had for them, especially the paladin) my DM made me look for a way to fake my death, which i did with an alchemist cloning spell. Took a bit of time in game, but it was worth it, since that, with the head of the clone, i did the best thing. I went and claimed the bounty myself, passing as an bounty hunter for the guard. All was well, and i just had to clean the room i was in the inn. So i told the DM i disguise myself back with spell and make up, and go to said room. DM: "one second."*Add gunslinger to the call*"Gunslinger. You see the door of the room you're staying in since days open. What do you do ?" Gunslinger: "Like i planned, i fire my backup gun into his head." DM: "roll for it." Dice: "Nat 1" (This one was pure luck. His previous gun, the one i tossed away couldn't misfire cause of enchantment. This one gun COULD misfire on a 1) I was caught off guard both out of character and in character, before i started making a scene, that an adventurer tried to kill an "honest merchant". The guard arrested both of us to clear the matter. All was tested. The bounty's head. My character's make up (the spell saved my bacon on it), and i got away, rendering the gunslinger mad, to the point where he left the party and is now chasing a Ninja, forever and ever in Sandpoint.

Carmine had a flamethrower Nice that’s clever

Buckle up, this is a long one. Alright, so. This is the story of a Totem Warrior Barbarian Orc named Khagan Ira. Now in this campaign we were playing in a brand new world, literally just created by the gods. The DM was running about 3-4 different parties in this world, and we were all setting up the first kingdoms and civilizations and such. I was playing a goblin artificer named Crikt. The only other person in my party at the time was my friend Dragon, who played Khagan Ira. Now Crikt left where all the goblins spawned because he saw them as dull and weak willed, so he followed the orcs as he thought he could use them as protection while he tinkered. Khagan meanwhile decided Crikt could stay to help the orcs make technology and stuff. They were the brains and brawn of the soon to be infamous Morrikawa tribe. Now with the backstory out of the way, I can go into how Khagan Ira survived 3 different events that all should have resulted in his death. 1. Khagan Ira VS the Bear: In our first session when we were at Lv1, Khagan Ira decided to explore the forest to scout for our new Orc tribe. While scouting, he came across a brown bear. Considering that was a CR1 creature and he was alone at lv1 (I think without weapons too) we expected him to flee. Instead, he wrested the bear, slammed it into a lake, and I believe drowned it to death before skinning it and taking its coat to wear for the rest of the campaign. He got badly hurt in the fight though, and took a permeant hit to his INT. 2. Khagan Ira VS The Leader of the Arrowheads: Later on in the campaign we were seeking to take over another Orc tribe known as The Arrowheads. Instead of fighting a big war that could lead to heavy damages on both sides, Khagan decided to fight the leader 1-on-1 to the death. Basically if he won, the Arrowhead tribe would surrender and join Morrikawa. If he lost, we'd fight the war, kill the leader, then take control of them (We had much better tech thanks to Crikt, so this was to keep casualties low). In the fight Khagan ended up with an arrow stabbed through his head, and once again managed to live and killed the Arrowhead tribe leader. He did lose more INT and WIS though. 3. The Bead of Beasts: So in this world, there were magical items known as beads. They were embodiments of different aspects, and eating one gave a person immense power. For example Crikt managed to get the Bead of Force, which gave him the ability to produce large shockwaves or lines of destructive energy, and even cast Wall of Force once a day for free. Khagan, wanting his own bead, set out to find a powerful witch. The witch offered to make a bead for him, but said it could kill him. Khagan accepted. The witch then took the energy from all the animals in the world, killing half of them, and made the bead of beasts, however she also used Khagan's lifeforce to do it. DM rolled a D100, and anything below 95 would be instant death... Khagan got a 96. He lost an eye, arm, and a leg, but he LIVED, and made the Bead of Beasts. All in all, Khagan Ira barely survived a ton of things that should have killed him, eking out of death by the skin of his teeth each time. There were even 1-2 more after these ones, but I think this gives you enough of an idea of how insane his luck was. And this wasn't even the DM not wanting to kill him. He did show a little mercy, but everything did come down to dice rolls in the end, which Khagan's player just kept winning. It was so stupid, and so freaking funny.

Let me tell you about the time I invented hentai in my D&D Campaign. At the time I was playing a chaotic evil changeling rouge to take a break from being the goodboy paladin. In the party was a Dhampier Barbarian, and a shifter blood-hunter. So at the time we were sneaking our way into a bullywug cult room, and In the first room was a bullywug. One of the party members manages to get found and that's where I step in and cast prestidigitation and silent image together (Arcane trickster) To create tentacle hentai. With a single 19, the bullywug gives me a thumbs up and moves on.

I drifted a hoarse carriage, enough said

Mike, this can't be the first time someone has mentioned that "etc" stands for the Latin phrase "et cetera," not for "ek cetera;" but it's also worth noting that "rakshasa" is *not* pronounced "rakasha."

Oh my god I instantly recognized the name silk. I just finished the final belgariad book yesterday (Fuck you torak!) ! Such a coincidence

yaa that d20 story sounds like a cheat dice then

Amazing as always, but I think you may have missed pronounced some thing right around a minute 3:00.

During a my first day of a campaign a friend invited me to we where on our way to meet strahd the vampire. We had made it into his ballroom awaiting his council when the doors open. Me being a comical Genuies decided I would propose a marriage to the first person to enter the room. The dm looking all confused at me said. "If it's not a nat 20 it won't happen." I had decided to roll. Nat 20... my dm looked like he was gonna flip out. The doors swung open and a beautiful vampire women entered the room. I got down on one knee proposed and she said yes. Upon entering strahds throneroom the women I had just proposed to said. "Uncle meet my new husband." And now strahd is my uncle in law

#DownABitchNoJustu So my (13 shadow monk changeling) and my party (dragonborn barbarian, dwarf fighter cleric, avarial elf ranger, and 3 sidekicks) got the jump on the great granddaughter of Morgan Lafey and Arch mage. We were not supposed to fight her. We knew we were going dick first into a potential TPK. We were f*cking around. We were down to find out. Myself and another caster set up 2 zones of silence covering the entire battle field, which was basically a giant fountain, then we got a surprise round. The mage, realizing she was silenced, casted some sort of invulnerability spell on herself before she looked at us like "what arr you gonna do now?" Me: so she's basically invincible for now? Dm: yup Me: does she still need to breath? Dm (extremely worried): ... yes? Me: and how deep is the water we're standing in again? Dm: about knee deep- oh shit Between myself and the dragonborn, we held her down. She burned misty steps to get out but like... she didn't get far. We just kept drowning her. Then, the fighters wife ran over and tried casting dispel magic. It took three tries and the most murdery game of tag ever, but we managed to hold her under long enough for her to cast a self destruct spell. Only two people died :D

Nothing super cool but a funny one at least. In my 3rd or so campaign our dm had us, a party of 5(don’t remember all our classes but I think I was a Druid), walking through a dungeon. We tripped a trap and a wall slid open to let a massive black ooze into the room. We tried attacking it to no avail(someone lost a weapon or two) and eventually were out of options other t that to leave. But our fighter rolled to challenge the ooz to a game of texas Holden and got a 24 with his bonuses. The ooz didn’t know how to play and so lost the game(also it’s int is 4 or smth) and had to let us pass by the very office rules as the fight told it. The dm don’t really want us here just yet so they told us that as we rounded the corner into the next room we see a young dragon. The fighter tried again but didn’t speak draconic giving him disadvantage. He failed but then my character who could speak draconic stepped in and tried as well. Nat 20 and then some with bonuses meaning we now have a new best friend. The best part was that the first question the party asked it was “what’s your name?” To which it responded “I haven’t one in your tongue”. Petition to name him phill the magic dragon was signed and I was given the task of convincing which went through with a 19 and then some. TLDR gamble with ooz and name a dragon smth stupid

5:02 UHHHHHHHHHHHH I *THINK* I know *WHY* nearly *EVERY.* *SINGLE.* Carmine in Gears of War Died; they were in the wrong universe, or this character stole all of their luck.

The party in my last campaign I DM'd were only on their second session, and were still in the city they had started in. It was a bigger group composed of a Tabaxi Oathbreaker Paladin, Gnome Summoner Wizard, High Elf Circle of Moon Druid, Eladrin Totem Barbarian, Dragonborn Fighter/Warlock multiclass, and Centaur Barbarian/Ranger multiclass. It started with them attempting to solve the murder of a nightclub singer. The primary suspect was a creepy pervert Ratfolk who attended every night the victim sang. His name was Zalfier, but it wouldn't be for long. The party called him Ratman from the moment they met him onwards. After some investigating, they cleared "Ratman's" name and discovered the real killer. The party then proceeded to ask "Ratman" to join their adventures and rolled a 18 on persuasion. They then took "Ratman" on their next adventure, slaying some ghouls in the town sewers. Believing "Ratman" would excel in the sewer on account of him being a ratfolk, (racist) they sent "Ratman" as well as the party's Oathbreaker Paladin and Summoner Wizard into the sewers to scout it out. They gave "Ratman" a weapon, i think a dagger or something similar. Needless to say when the ghouls started pouring in, "Ratman" didn't last long. The Paladin and Wizard barely escaped the horde of ghouls and told the rest of the party "Ratman's" fate. The party decided they must commemorate their fallen ally, and convinced the Wizard to ask the town to help erect some sort of monument. The party then said not only do we want the town to build a statue of "Ratman", we want them to rename the town to Ratman Town. I tried to remind them "Ratman" had a real name, but their minds were made up. So I said, "you will have to roll very very high to achieve this. The townsfolk don't really care and "Ratman" was literally a homeless pervert accused of murder." So the wizard rolled their persuasion check and got a natural 20. After bonuses it was something like a 25 or 26 total. The entire table cheered as I sighed and said. "Welcome to Ratman Town."

Dealing with a summoned demon and his horde... the Wild magic sorcerer procs wild magic and of all things summons a Unicorn. Unicorns have the ability to banish demons, that was the end of the dungeon, we won.

I didn’t know there was a halo dnd. That sounds awesome

for what its worth, brian, krillin is my favorite character. no matter how much he gets beat down, he always finds the strength to get back up. and he seduced a robot! and had kids with that robot! i think krillin has some serious multiverse level power.

I rolled straight mat 20s and hit a ice dragon for 41 damage plus 17 for a bonus attack and my dm had to cheat to keep me from killing it.

nat 1s for the rest of my life sounds like, I will have to which over to another game where nat 1 is a good thing.

We're currently playing a game in an anthropomorphic animals steampunk setting and our party was sent to prison. There are 4 tabaxi who are all related (Barbarian, Monk, artificer & druid iirc) and I'm playing a Bulldog Cleric with a bounty hunter background... The artificer (smallest kitty in the litter) decided to go out in the exercise yard and make himself look like the biggest badarse in the place by lifting the biggest weights available in a dumbbell chest press. They're not very strong and roll poorly, but I go behind them and act as their spotter. One Dirty 20 on my strength check and a nat 20 on sleight of hand later and it looks like little Ico the Artificer is pressing these massive dumbbells earning him the respect of the biggest bearlike character in the jail and every other animal in the yard wondering how the fuck he managed to even lift those things!!

Wow. That -2 Modfier really highlighted a example of a dumb character having a rare moment of Genius.

Trinston was here

Yes, post us a pick of your feet, proving that post blowed your socks really off... *REALLY HEAVY BREATHING*

Spoilers for rime of the frost maiden. We convinced the mecha dragon to fight the ancient ice dragon we angered by stealing his horde. the end result was a battle over the city i forget the name where we killed the ice dragon and our cleric made a necrodragon name escapes me the type of. the mecha dragon which we sold off the metal and became millionares most of us owning our own towns by the time we broke ariels spell and winter itself 4 citys were destroyed in that campaign before we i mean i accidentally rereleased a liche into the world after my party killed it and i hid a phylactery wanting to study it as i knew nothing but that i only had 5 to 10 yrs left to live and wanted immortality so i took the phylactery good campaign left out even more bad i did

Can we link different parts in the video description.

PANR has tuned in.

I played a fighter beyond level 5. In 3.5.

YAY! Mine is in here! X3

We were about to fight a super strong dwarf commander and his eight guards in an enclosed room (we, 4 players, at the entrance) channel all our groups magic energy (3 elves) into one fireball... Boom ... in this universe an untrained elf can lift about 300 kilogramms and magic basicly is fueled by your stamina... well we were three trained elf worrieres keeping only just enouth energy to not faint... that was one hell of a blast!

One of the members of the party wants to gamble with everyone she's a gambler she rolls to convince a guard to gamble with a nat 17 plus modifier convinced him to bet all of his money with a nat 18 than convinced him it was for FUN AND GAME with a nat 18 the final rolls with modifiers where 21 22 and 22

Rahk-shah-sa

I was a player in a friends campaign and my wizard dwarf friend and the rest of our party entered a huge cavern and we explored a bit and we found a dragon and as I’m talking to the dragon my dwarf friend decides to chime in….. “I want to seduce the dragon.” ……….. blank stairs (dm) “roll” NAT 20 and we finish the game with this dragon.

My daughter is six years old and already asking to play dungeons and dragons and magic the gathering

What happened to the story at 3:17? Nothing of note happened???

Shit... Now I want halo dnd game