What is your best DnD story? #1 (r/askreddit) 

That dm who put actual hidden messages onto a real map is cool as shit and i'd love to be dm'd by a person like that, sounds like a really fun guy

If I played with a DM like the first story I'd just leave, don't need those kinds of people in my life

"Looks like I rolled a nat one, cause you have me completely enchanted."

Yo the first guy be raging lmao

Wow that lemon juice map was a really clever idea. Exploding the ice dragon epic and blowing up the whole town was less epic but it was a nice consequence even though no one knew about gun powder. And disappearing the Spectator(was that a beholder or a lesser species that looks like a beholder?) with the blinding spell. That Was an interesting interaction I did not see coming. (And that was and terrible and unplanned pun) And finally having the Thief hide in an dead orc’s @hole was just plain childish but somehow still amusing(what does that say about me?).

I appreciate that the druid in the story with the ice wyvern is basically the jolly green giant.

The ending of the last story was funny has hell.

Loving the added touch of the animations.

During our last short game the barbarian halfling managed, trough a shitton of buffs, to pass 30 STR. He then suplexed a *storm gigant* into the nearby volcano by first grappling his ankle.

"Hey baby, have you been in a dungeon recently? Because I swear I saw you in the eye of a Beholder."

The animation is great, I laughed so much at the "crap weapons"

we need more animated stuffs, guys. this was great.

My best DnD story was my first session of my first campaign. It was a party of 6 me included. The party was split in two for our session 0 so our characters didnt know the other half of the party(yet). So the party was in a line waiting to get into a city and then the dm says all the npcs started to run into the city I ask the dm to stop a person and ask whats going on. My character grabs an old women and i ask whats going on and she replies "its a goblin attack on the city". Our characters turn to see a hord of goblins and a dire wolf with its rider. We roll initiative and the fight starts, the party kills the goblins and it was only the dire wolf and its rider left. We all start to attack it and its looking good for us then my DM says the dire wolf is gonna do a leaping attack on my he rolls and he succeeds pinning my on the floor and doing a 8 damage to a level 1 monk so i was at 3hp and at level 1 thats a alot of damage. So there i was pinned under a dire wolf and almost dead, my turn rolls up and i thought of doing the only thing i could do while being pinned to the ground was kick the dire wolf in the Crown Jewels I roll to attack and i get a nat 1. So my DM describes to me when i go to kick the dire wolf in the Crown Jewels he says they arent there but i do get my foot stuck in female Crown Jewel. The table bursts with laughter for 10 minutes. My friends turn rolls up and he said he would like to heal me and ready another spell to attack the wolf my DM says roll to see if you can see if the healing spell hits me, he rolls and he rolled high and healed me. After the fight our DM said if you rolled low you would've hit me with the damaging spell killing me and healed the dire wolf instead.

I think my favorite story is how my party destroyed a boss. It was an OP campaign, but the combat would also be pretty brutal. All characters had at least one stat of 20 or higher. Characters are: Me: Aaracokora Ranger with +14 to hit ranged, and most importantly, swap stars. Half orc Barbarian with some insane weapons and stats. Human Paladin with a massive hammer. Human Bard, didn't do a lot in this. Elf druid with some powerful fire spells. We were about to take out an evil Druid, and his massive army of skin walkers and cultists. Their base, however, was only surrounded by walls, and the druid is fairly close to the back wall, performing a ritual to make more skin walker. So the druid used grasping vines to cut off the nearest exit, while I flew up the wall, staying outside of it, and stealthing to not get spotted. I then throw the swap star, putting myself into the camp (I then simply flew out again before anyone could react), and the druid outside his walls, 50 ft in the air, before falling and getting destroyed by the rest of the party without being able to do anything, he died within the surprise round. We then simply ran away, as the army was unlikely to take kindly to this assassination, and would fall apart fairly soon. The GM had planned an epic siege, with us cleaving through enemies, and the druid had some pretty nasty abilities and spells, that he never got to use. This wasn't even the BBEG, just one of his generals (so a BEG?), but it's still one of my favorite encounters.

Here are a couple brief ones of mine for games long ago... • Playing a lupus-born galliard of the Wendigo in Werewolf: The Apocalypse 1E named Windsinger. (Translation: A werewolf 'bard' who was born a wolf and belonged to one of the werewolf tribes of North America.) Starting on Isle Royale, he gets sent to a Silver Fang sept in exchange for a silver sword (very rare weapons in the Werewolf universe). That exchange wasn't meant to happen. The Silver Fangs wanted to introduce new blood to the local area and asked the Wendigo "What can we give you to send a young pup here?" "A silver sword." Replied the Wendigo, presuming that to be a price so high that no one would pay it. "Done." Said the Silver Fangs. And away to mainland Michigan Windsinger went. Soon he is introduce to his new pack: four or five human-born werewolves, and one werewolf born a Saint Bernard dog. We still haven't been a pack very long when we need to travel somewhere rather far away, so the human-born start hitchhiking. A man driving a pickup truck eventually stops and offers us a ride, with most of us riding in the back of the truck. So far, so good for most of the pack. Except Windsinger, still in lupus (wolf) form. He really doesn't like taking human form, it hardly has any fur, the senses are rubbish, and its teeth and claws are useless-feh! Windsinger is not enjoying the ride. This moving ground is too lumpy, and too hard, and it's covered in disgusting smells (paint, oil, metal, exhaust, etc.), and I can't stand or sit properly because it keeps moving, and- A deer bounds across the two-track road in our wake. Without the faintest echo of a shadow of a thought, Windsinger is out of the truck bed and bounding after the running deer. (Full disclosure, it made a tasty meal for a testy werewolf, and one of the human-born did his best to catch up.) Sometime later, the two of us are loping are way back up the road and meet the rest of our pack, sans pickup, who are upset with us for some reason. "Why did you do that?" "Where'd you go?" "What did you think you were doing?" "It was good hunting, you should have joined us." Replied Windsinger, as the pack begins a nice long walk. ("Faster on four legs, you know.") • Later in the same Werewolf 1E campaign, our pack is again in the wilderness and getting hungry. Some distance away one of us spots a grazing bull moose. "Perfect, full bellies for us all!" As the only member of the pack raised in the wild, Windsinger is sent to bring down the moose (It would be pretty easy, Werewolves are the combat monsters of the White Wolf collective RPG universe). Naturally, I have him begin to stalk his way towards the moose. Something he would not have done ALONE before the change. Now, the good part here hinges on what was at the time a new supplement for the game called "Ways of the Wolf". It's all about playing lupus-born werewolves, and is in my opinion one of the best things they added to the game. Why do I mention that, you ask? You didn't? Uhmm...let's just say that you asked and move on. I mention that supplement for one particular reason: Hunting has rules. If I'm stalking potential prey and it runs, it has agreed to play the part and the chase is on. But if it doesn't run... Windsinger is now close enough to this enormous, real-life, and much less silly than on TV bull moose, and the following takes place: Windsinger: [Growl] Moose: [Slight pause, continues cropping the tall grass] Windsinger: [Menacing growl] Moose: [Longer pause while looking at the lone werewolf, continues cropping tall grass] Windsinger: You're not going to run, are you? Moose: [Essentially ignores me] Windsinger then simply stands up from his prepared-to-spring crouch, and goes happily loping back towards the rest of his pack. "What!?" "Why didn't you attack?" What's going on?" Windsinger: "Oh, he doesn't want to be prey today." The Pack: "WHAT!?" Windsinger: "He doesn't want to be prey today, we'll have to hunt something else." And he trots away, not giving the moose another glance, his befuddled packmates trailing along behind him.

Love the choice to have it animated!!! ❤️❤️❤️ kudos to the animator! Please do more of these!

My best dnd story was when we were fighting stone elementals, my friends were down and I was the last one up. I was fighting the elementals when I get flung thru a wall, breaking my my sword in the progress. I should have died but with my saving throw, I was left with 1 hp. I got up and said "I can do this all day" and proceeded to slowly break into a run and jump on the elemental, blasting the shit out of him with magic. He collapsed leaving me, a bloodied mess, surrounded by a pile of rubble. Thats was my greatest charecter moment.

Now THIS is a pleasant surprise.

“Last one to get on the plane drives” My party was in a modern fantasy game where we had to steal a plane to quickly get to the other side of the continent. The rest of the party kept saying the last one on the plane had to drive. I took this as last one on the plane had to fly the plane... I was wrong. My paladin who sucked at everything was the last one to make it to the plane. This lead to the plane leaving without me while I had to drive my car across an entire continent. The rest of the party basically chilled for like 3 weeks in a hotel while I had a solo survival journey across the world almost dying about every 10 minutes

I was brand spanking new to Dnd and the group I joined was nearing the climax of this two year long campaign, and the dm allowed me to play as a character he had pre-made so I could learn the ropes. And... this is the story of how I ruined a two year campaign. The dm had built up this Necromancer named Karl to be the biggest threat imaginable and he was about to achieve lichdom. The character I was running was someone the dm had carefully crafted behind the scenes to be stupidly evil behind closed doors, but was outwardly a loveable klutz. I was told in secret that the character (named Thabb) had an agenda and not to tell anyone else, but to play him as a "calculated goofball" (which is a description I will never forget lol) The group confronts Karl and his menagerie undead. This is a learning experience for me, so everyone is happy to over explain things and allow me to hang back out of harms way, talk me through my turns where I was confused, but they were all incredibly hyped because they had been waiting for this moment to stop Karl for so long. I think they enjoyed it even more that they were teaching me to play in this extraordinary moment. The ritual is nearly complete and Karl is moments away from becoming even stronger. I asked if I could use Animate Object on the phylactery and am told no. So I ask if I can use Animate Object on the non-magical table the phylactery is sitting on. The dm says yes. Karl's soul is like literally just about to enter the phylactery and I have the table scurry around the auditorium balancing the phylactery and yeet it to me. I pass every roll and catch the phylactery, but then drop it in acid by accident... And Karl's soul seeks out the most evil person in the land, which is me. And instead of becoming this nigh invincible lich, Karl becomes a mindless Bone Claw that is now bound to me. The reaction in the room was very mixed lmao a few people were salty and a few were amused. I was confused af because i only knew the character was secretly sketchy, not an amoral sociopath haha the dm was amused but also annoyed that I had not only bamboozled his ultimate villian with shenanigans, but kind of revealed the villian he had planned for after Karl. The group obviously had questions about why the resident class clown THABB MAGULOUS THE FABNIFICENT is so evil that the soul of an evil necromancer went to him after the phylactery was no longer available. The grand epic climax that was years in the making was cut short because of me!

In Yesterdays campaign which is our 3rd session. We were in a underwater dungeon, had gone through it and arrived at the last room. The door was a large like a garage door and made of solid Mithril. Behind the door was 3 giant gelatinous cubes, I convinced my party that whatever was in that room would not be more valuable than that door. The barbarian tears the door off the ceiling and kills the Gelatinous cubes with it destroying the loot inside. Because we were on a dwarven ship heading to the main continent that the campaign would take place, the dwarves could fashion use just about whatever we want, and because the door was big enough for a giant gelatinous cube we had all we needed.

For it was when my friend playing a half orc barbarian lost his finger to a flying unicorn so he decided to show his fist into it mouth then his sword then I the shifter barbarian cut off its wings

Rolled high on initiative this time

I loved the Trogdor Ice Wyvern.

I love the animated stories

A bit of a long story: This happened during a one-shot campaign that was supposed to introduce new friends to DnD. So we rolled our characters and got: 1. Dwarf Druid 2. Half-Orc Barbarian, also second most intelligent character after the Druid 3. Eldarin Elf Fighter 4. Half-Elf Warlock 5. Dwarf Cleric (me) All level 1 characters as most of the players had no or very little experience and who had experience went with classes they never played before. It all started with a party arriving in a small town and got a contract to help local farmers to get their missing sheep back. It was already a night so we went to the tavern and obviously Half-Orc wasn't welcome there. We managed to avoid the fight, but our Barbarian was offended and went to sleep in the stables and refused to take any food from the tavern. In the morning instead of breakfast he decided to catch a rat and eat it alive, rolled very low on constitution saving throw and got poisoned. Despite that we started our investigation and soon came to the cave where footprints from the farm led. Barbarian (B) started to argue with a DM on how to get rid of the poison: B: How can I get rid of the poison? DM: Time might help B: I want to go to the bushes, puke and take a dump DM: Well... B: I'm going to the bushes DM: (sarcastically) sure... (after some dice rolling) roll me a D20 and add your dex modifier. B: Rolls 18 or something like that DM: You start to hear an angry hissing as you dump and puke on a flying snake that was sleeping there. And now it's covered in... everything and stinks. Everyone, roll for the initiative. After a short fight we ended up with a very dead snake and still-poisoned Barbarian with 3 hp left. One cure wound later Barbarian healed up to a total of 10 and we were ready to go. Couple of fights later we killed a bunch of kobolds (which my character called shitty lizards as I rolled really low on nature check) and found their diary which ended with "We ate another sheep. Also the cave got invaded by spiders, we put a barricade from where they are coming". After a long rest, what do we decide to do? Right, remove the barrels and ignoring all the warnings enter the spider's cave. Fighter was first and faced 2 giant spiders who immediately knocked him out with poison and then restrained me (cleric). After a long fight, when I used all my spell slots (it was easy as I just had 2 of them...), bunch of lucky shots and smashes and spiders were dead. Shortly after we found a kobold sorcerer that was trying to open a door that had a riddle-based magic lock on it. Instead of fighting it, our Warlock who knew Draconic, convinced Kobold to give us some information and allow us to open the door. While the rest of the party was trying to figure out the riddle, Barbarian decided to simply knock and was sent flying back by the magical door. Kobold started to laugh which triggered Barbarian to enter into rage and to attempt to kill kobold. As the sorcerer was pretty OP for us, with a single heightened 2nd level spell he knocked out barbarian from full hp to zero. As an attempt to improve the situation, I went to the fallen barbarian and tight him up, thanked the kobold for dealing with this tough situation. The DM was confused, the party was confused as well. But our fighter decided to shoot him with a bow. Couple of rounds later Kobold was dead and the DM thanked the fighter as otherwise he'd have a very hard time deciding what Kobold would do. We solved the puzzle, came into a strange building and a spiky trap with a dead goblin inside was in front of us. Trap was open, clearly visible. There was another pass around the trap, also visible. Warlock: I want to look for traps (rolls 17) DM: You actually found one, just in front of you, with Goblin inside. Warlock: I don't believe I found them all! I cast mage hand, and with rope pick the Goblin DM: You managed to do that... Why?.. Warlock: I throw a goblin to the first square of a passage! (rolls high) DM: You did that, nothing happens W: I pick up goblin again and throw him on the next square! (rolls high) DM: You did that, nothing happens W: I pick up the goblin and throw him a bit forward! (rolls mediocre) DM: You did that, but now you have goblin hands in your arms and they stink. A LOT. Roll saving throw W: (rolls high) DM: You manage to swallow the puke. W: I kick the goblin forward! (rolls nat 1) DM: You hurt your toe and take 1 hp of bludgeoning damage. (forward a couple of absolutely normal fights and explorations where our Orc lost one of his arms) DM: You come to a tomb where you see two sarcophagus, some writings on a wall, pedestal covered with cloth, and some magic circles and runes on the floor. Me: I inspect the runes and circle (rolls mediocre) DM: Well, that's definitely magical, maybe used for some ritual Me: don't touch anything! It could be a trap! Fighter: I come to the pedestal and look under the cloth DM: You find a blacksmith hammer that's made of gold with engravings, really fine piece of work Fighter: I pick it up and shout "guys, look what I found, isn't it beautiful" and wave with a hammer. (out of character): so, can I use it as a weapon? DM: You can, but it's like a normal hammer, not a Warhammer, I can look for the stats. Meanwhile - all the doors got shut, coffin lids evaporated and two Husk Zombies got out of them. Needless to say, by that time we didn't have a long rest and we were out of all our spell slots and abilities. After a long fight we managed to put one of those zombies to their rest, forever, but in the end the tomb still had 4 more zombies guarding it, than it was before we entered. On the other hand, villagers were really happy as there were no more "shitty lizards" to steal their sheep.

That first story, that player was a f*ing hero! A horrible move on that DM to just kick him out

I like the animations, not sure if you’ve done it before, but you should continue doing it!

I had a curse of strahd campaign where a character annihilated a town because she couldn't mug someone, left the game, had the zombie aftermath of town #1 destroy town #2 and finally an angry worm lich made of the souls of town #1 tried to kill us.

Yo please keep editing videos like this so cool! Awesome work!

5:29 So this is obviously the Lost Mine of Phandelver. My party delt with the spectator a different way. The wizard convinced the spectator he was on its side, and was the one who summoned it years ago, they then grabbed the magic items, and ran for their lives

Best D&D moment: our party got arrested by attacking kidnappers in broad daylight. When we got to the prison, our halfling rogue whips off her chains (sleight of hand success), whips out her clipboard and quill, and with a nat 20 persuasion announces "I'M THE PRISON INSPECTOR, THESE ARE MY AGENTS AND THIS IS A SURPRISE INSPECTION" The guards were falling over themselves trying to appease us and pass her bogus inspection. Fun side note, they got a B-.

Really do like the animations mate. great job

We were in a snow cave running from a shit ton of yeti's. My buddy had the idea of using shields a sleds. Our DM was like "OK, but you would need like a 20 to make that work." My buddy commenced to roll six 20's in a fricken row. He was like "I do a back flip while rolling right." rolls a 20. What made this funnier was we all agreed that he would roll for all of us to save time from the start. We all got away.

I love seeing these older stories being drawn out

I'm loving the little illustrations

We had one campaign where one of our party members obtained what was essentially a portable merchant in a box, that he could summon through increasingly complicated means. Our party decided to raid a dungeon of snake people, but after watching one of our fellow mercenaries get red misted by a six headed snake, we retreated and hid ourselves the best we could. Character with the box (we will call him Bam-Bam) decides to use the merchant box to get the heck out of the dungeon by shoving the merchant, and himself, into said box. DM was horribly confused on how to deal with it, so it became its own side quest. Whisked away to the year 2006, Bam-Bam travels with Gerald the merchant to a pawn shop. There he obtains, of all things, a Barrett 50 Cal sniper rifle. Also makes it back to the group. Fast forward to our party taking on a dragon toad, that is currently attacking the people we are escorting across a swamp. Hiding in a tree, party out of options, Bam-Bam remembers he has this rifle. Now mind you, he has no proficiency with this weapon, so he gets a -2 penalty for even trying to use it. NAT 20 With an explosion of air pressure from the tree, and an ear splitting shot that could be heard for miles, He turns the fearsome, fire breathing frog into little tiny gibblets everywhere.

That story with the Wyvern😂😂😂😭😭 By gods, man….

Perfectly timed video drop only a couple hrs before my next session

Nice, liking the simple animations for this video.

The metagaming one about the gunpowder reminds me of one of my first games. An enemy laid down Spike Growth and I got a terrible roll to try to see them (not a Nat 1, but I think it was close). So my frail sorcerer, with no knowledge of these spikes and no reason to believe he is in danger, charges 30 feet forward and ends up at ONE HP in front of the baddies. Then I basically spent the rest of the fight shooting Chaos Bolts in place and trying not to draw attention to my covered-in-spikes self.

this animation makes these stories better

Last session I played: I am the DM. Group is made up of: half-orc knight, dwarf cleric, elf rogue, with occasions where others join as a ranger or druid. Party is on a side quest to find a Fletcher's daughter that disappeared when the drunk half-orc knight and dwarven cleric tried donkey jousting the night before. They find the daughter and are running from a band of hobgoblins. The war party disappears in a blue fog that slowly begins chasing the party. The bolt up a hill and find it is surrounding the hill but not chasing them. After a search they find a cave to hide from some nasty weather that's creeping in. The Knight's old hometown rival (both are out on a pilgrimage of sorts to prove their worth) and another NPC are with the group. BBEG shows up, traps them behind a wall of force, and begins laying out everyone of the secrets the party had. At the beginning of the game I made sure they all understand 1; you can't beat him, he is an epic level caster. 2; each person I gave some background secret and hinted at gameplay opportunities and that these would be secrets they could reveal, possibly resulting in bad things happening. Derrick, the dwarf, starts running his mouth, hurling all kids of insults at the BBEG who is mocking them. He proceeds to try and get OVER the wall but failing. BBEG then dominates everyone in the room except the dwarf. I then tell the party, "You feel as though you are watching from behind your own eyes. Your body moves, but you can't control it. Roll attack. On Derrick." Understand, this party is one of the best role-playing groups I've games with. The knight and rogue turned a single roll into a 30 minute, in character, diplomacy check. When Derrick lay dead BBEG left them standing still for the next day before they were released. They buried Derrick, (his player knew someone was going to die so he had another character prepped) and made their way back to town to decide where to go. The scene played out so well the players said that the encounter actually had them feeling sick in life. More stories to follow as the game progresses.

The first story is messed up .

Yeah ! Thank you dave for the vid :)

Lololololololol that last story!!!!! Quite creative of the DM

The spectator, armor, and mace were definitely from Lost Mines of Phandelver.

the hell kind of gunpowder is that powerful that it can end the town? A couple nearby buildings maybe.

Not gonna lie...your out-tros are some of my favorite parts of your videos.

I really like the animations good work

I like the new animation effects 10/10

I had to look up who the hell was Maurice Micklewhite was. I had no idea Michael Caine had pulled a John Wayne on his Marion Morrison. I learned something today.

Tinfoil hat time: Dave does so many of the voice overs, why is he not in charge ? Does rip daddy have some kind info on him ? 🤔🤔🤔

In a recent game our group had to find the entrance to an underground prison in some sort of slum/really shady and hostile neighborhood full of dangers. After battling one mage that was just living there minding his shady business and almost dying from his fireballs, the party decides to go stealth. But how are we to do it with a hobgoblin wizard (me), a bugbear barbarian, a loxodon wizard and a human bard/fighter? Well we had recently come across a second bag of holding, so we made the bugbear hold both, then enlarged him (which also enlarged the bags). the rest of the party could now jump into the bags and stay there for a minute. Afterwards I cast invisibility on him and the bard casts enhance ability - cat's grace. Now there's a giant invisible bugbear making almost no noises, jumping from one building to the other carrying the party, for enough time to explore the map from above and find the entrance. We named this "the king kong maneuver". That was perhaps the most creative my group ever got.

Love the animation

2:58 your missing the beefy arm...

So, this happened in session one of my most recent campaigns, and I will be posting a secondary story involving a different incarnation of the same character in another thread on the subreddit. But since that's more about character creation and this is more about in-game events, let me tell you about what has to be the funniest start to a campaign I ever had: So my character is Haldor Shelynshr, a gnome fighter that duel-wields a gladius and an aklys (his background was a gladiator, and that's a thirty-page story unto itself) who finds himself recruited by the Pathfinders to... open a box. Granted, it was a magic box, and he has some gnomish magic to work with, but between some lackluster rolls and poor ideas, it came down to our cleric opening the box through some insight, and surprise! Out pop four gremlins, who naturally start wrecking the place. We try fighting them (and I say try, because these little bastards had a charm of bad luck on them, so our biffed rolls translated to more collateral damage), and eventually I wind up tripping one and take a free action to ask in sylvan: "Dude, what is your DEAL?" "AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" The DM responds by letting out a gutteral, in-character screech. For the record, he told me afterwards the thing perfectly understood Haldor, but it chose to make that sound instead of a proper response. That would be my last lucky break in the fight: The gremlin broke free of my aklys (literallly breaking the leather tether, but the cleric fixed it after the fight), same cleric accidentally nicked Haldor's forehead when her PC rolled a one (nonlethal damage), and when I rolled a two I took out a whole shelf of books trying to clobber the little jerk. But eventually, we got the situation under control, and were sent out to do some more... delicate work. That work led us to what looked like an abandoned tavern, the supposed halfway house for a group of slave traders. After some staking out the location, our group of three try to sneak our way in, only for a blinding light to stun our druid and force us to roll initiative against a sorcerer hiding in the corner. and that was when I learned that the bad luck of the chaos gremlins had followed me: I was still rolling badly (earlier I had rolled a one on an intimidation check, but I was told later that had I failed higher it would have led to a fight. So in that case, my failed roll was kind of ok, since we only got kicked out of a spent informant's tent without incident.) I'm not sure if I won initiative or not, but Haldor's first act in the fight was to rush at the Sorcerer to tackle him, wherein I roll a four and Haldor runs face-first into a wall. More nonlethal damage! My next move was to unsheathe his gladius and go for a swing at the sorcerer.... only to launch his sword into a corner of the room when I rolled a one. He threw the sword so hard, it lodged itself into the base of the staircase running along the wall, and it took me two turns of so-so rolls to dislodge it. But this gave me an idea: The druid and the cleric had him boxed in on both sides Haldor could next move to... but Haldor could climb, especially with the foothold he'd accidentally carved into the base wood. With a nat 16 and +4 to climb, he scaled that staircase from the tallest point. Not only had he blocked off the sorcerer's next route of escape from the fight, but now he had a better vantage point with which to fight. He readies his aklys, and throows it with a roll of the treacherous D20... and I roll another Nat 1. Yes, Haldor threw his aklys into the opposite corner of the room, disarming himself of his only ranged weapon. Now he was right pissed, but the sorcerer was terrified: The cleric was keeping him in spear range, the druid (once she recovered from blindness) was also giving him trouble with her knives, and later with the dramatic entrance and a bull-rush. And here was this little yellow gnome, charging into battle and throwing his weapons all over the place and zipping around the map everywhere he doesn't want him to be. Without landing a single hit, the sorcerer was as afraid of his chaotic clumsy energy as he was the spear-tip that finally took him down to one HP. How do I know this? Because when we subdued the sorcerer, he mentioned not expecting "that crazy little gnome!" too ruin his plans before realizing that no, the gnome technically never attacked him. TL;DR: I fought some chaos gremlins, then I BECAME a chaos gremlin.

I love the animations

First story: Even on a Nat 20, you can't stab through the roof of a fucking cave with a sword. The GM was just an idiot lmfao

Once tried to play DnD with some online friends and my brother, he made a slime fighter character....6 minutes later we find out the reason why his character is so humanoid is because she ate the original party member who was GOING to join our party....another 7 minutes pass and this character has a vampire slave/daughter....weird shit man

Dude has rolled only 20s his whole dnd career

Those women are stacked. Each one deserves to roll a death save to protect said stacked female.

In my opinion I like just the post, without words.

I love the old pixle art but i like this animation as well

That last story was funny af

That first dm sucks. I feel like everyone else should walk out too if that happens

Don't you hate it when you try to read a sign, but end up falling into a chasm?

My favourite TTRPG story comes (as many others) from my father's old group. This story was my mother's and my father's best friend first real session, my father as always was the DM. So Mina, the barmaid gone rogue (get it?), my mother's character, and Ulrik of montfaust ( extra points if you remember him from a previous comment) my father's friend character and northern barbarian, have been sent by a shady guy in a tavern to look for an ancient dagger in an abandoned tomb. They are pretty beated up after going through several skeletons and some orcs and goblins, with one orc having broken Ulriks arm in the last fight before acessing the final chamber of the tomb, Mina is relatively fine with some minor cuts and bruises, but she is almost out of ammo from her hand-crossbow, her last shot loaded, they enter the chamber... A sarcofagus lies in the center, sorrounded by treasure and pictures depicting armies of undead plaguing the old kingdoms, at the head of this armies, a figure in black armour with pale skin and sharp fangs. Just as Mina finds and retrives the dagger, the sarcophagus opens, and out comes the figure depicted in the pictures. "Who dares disturb the sleep of Lord Nagash?! Commander of the undead legions! Highest servant of the dark lord!" Bla bla. Lord Nagash comes out of the sarcophagus and begins walking towards them while making a speech about how great he is and how they've doomed themselves, meanwhile, Mina hides behind Ulrik, Nagash notices this but thinks she is just cowaring in fear. When he is close enough, Ulrik and Mina declare at the same time: "I shoot my crossbow at his hearth" "I slash at his neck with my sword" They both critted their rolls... So, Lord Nagash, the ancient and powerfull commander of the Dark Lord's undead legions, Lord of the undead and guardian of the one weapon that could harm the Dark Lord, died, as a wooden crossbow bolt pierced his chest and a sword decapitated him. A bossfight my father expected to have them die at or flee from ended before they even rolled initiative. A legendary monster, dead at the hands of two lucky rooky adventurers... The guy became a meme in the group for many years to come XD

My favorite is a Necromancer Drow I had played at about level 10 or 11 I ended up being forcibly transported away from my party and fighting a vampire lord single handedly down to like 1 hp before he ultimately killed me. Character was ultimately brought back I think due to a genie the party had with them at the time the genie and my wizard were on pretty cool terms

That first story is he DM's fault. Nat 20 doesn't mean the outcome you want. Just means best possible. He could've determined that best possible was you were so strong you knocked down every stalactite but still no escape.

Lower intelligence is always played incorrectly

Ummm... the explosion destroyed the house the druid was in.. the explosion... the house with 2 more of those barrels of gunpowder... that somehow didn't blow up?

Who knew reading was so deadly.....

4 Things that I did in Curse of Strahd which I thought was pretty cool. I was a human bard. First time I played it. First I bought 2 goats before entering into the mist. The creepy ass haunted house entered and finally got to the boss. Everyone was about to die and I figured we needed a blood sacrifice so I told one of my friends to kill my goat Jerry, on the altar and it instantly killed the boss. My other goat Tom stayed alive with me all the way up to lv 10 haha. 2nd was when we got ambushed by some mountain men who worked for Strahd. Again I save our asses by running away. My team did not know what was going on and was about to die. I come back shapeshifting into Strahd and roll for my acting skills. I pretend I am Strahd and tell them to leave them alone that they are hired to do a job for me. So the mountain men leave and we live again. 3rd First time fighting a vampire. Before we ran into the Vampire I purchased the entire stand of the Witch for those Dream Pastries. I had a good feeling they would come in handy. During the fight with the vampire again getting our asses handed to us I take my turn to cut my hand and place it on the dream pastry. The vampire fails its save and eats it and falls asleep. We end up staking it in the heart and it turns to ash. 4th Was the Witch that sold the dream pastries. We were inside of the tower and asses handed to us. I finally finish her with Thunderwave. Did not know she had sisters outside did a chain lightning almost killing entire party. I was like down to 5 hp. I use intimidation. Cut off the witches head and hurl it at her sisters. Forgot what I rolled but the DM busted up laughing and said they ran like hell. Game was fun went on for about a year, but sadly the game stopped. Kinda sucked because it was fun but after one of the quests my team chose the goal instead of helping me out leaving me against the freaking Baba Lasaga by myself. This lv I had polymorph and turned into a giant mamoth and was a distraction hitting the witches farm letting her animals out. She comes after me. They get the stone or what ever but instead of teleporting to me they teleport further away to get the stone and say they will see me in town. WTF??? I end up being turned back into my normal form and the Witch asked me one question. Surrender or Die. my final words of that campaign was. "Lead the way mam". If we were to continue I would have betrayed my team and worked with Strahd. After saving the team multiple times were a few more but did not list, that they chose an artifact which would just give them more gold or whatever than have me continue in the game. Pfft.

The campaign is set in modern day with a twist; mythological creatures/beings and legends are real, as are most pantheons of gods. This means Zeus, in all his egotistical adulterous glory, is real and resides on a mountain in Greece alongside the other Olympians, and Zeus's Lightning Bolt is a powerful magical spear that he wields. But people also have shotguns and heat-seeking missiles, so the old deities aren't ruling countries because they're powerful and invincible, but because the locals chose them as the new form of government after the old ones disappointed them so much. America is a massive melting pot with at least a few of every race in existence residing somewhere there, but the campaign is mostly set in Europe. Something important to keep in mind is that this isn't the first time we've played in this world. I DMed a campaign set in this world before, and now it's my buddy's turn to do it. My character in this campaign is a Human named Garrick whose combat skills are focused around wielding a 3-segmented bo staff, a compound bow, and a revolver as a sidearm. He grew up in a rural part of the world learning how to hunt animals from his father and fix things his parents found in the local junkyard to sell for extra money. He learned some martial arts from volunteers of the local community center teaching kids to defend themselves. And after graduating from high school, he became a bounty hunter so he could travel around and earn a bit more money than his parents, though these days his bounties aren't always issued by government law enforcement and favors bounties that don't require his target to be brought in alive. Not because he's a bad guy or likes to kill, he's actually quite cheerful, but living prisoners cause a lot more problems than corpses do, especially when traveling internationally where the corpse may not have a bounty of them. He's currently married, owns a small house in Albania outside a port that ferries people between it and Bari, Italy daily, and wears an outdated but fixed and functional visor that has wireless tech integration that links it to his phone. It's a third of the way through the campaign and the group has down time as we wait for an NPC ally to get in contact with us. We have a couple side-quests we can do, but Garrick informs he's going to go home and visit his wife since it's been a while since his last visit. The others ask to come along, as none of the side-quests are super appealing, and are curious since he's in the most serious relationship out of all the PCs. Garrick agrees but warns they'd be squatting in an abandoned cabin a couple miles from their house. The other players agree and, after riding the ferry from Italy to Albania, we drive to Garrick's place with him providing directions, going from government-maintained roads to gravel roads. They reach the cabin the other PCs will be staying at first, which needs some cleaning and isn't spacious but the group's stayed in worse, before heading to Garrick's house, which they see is actually larger than the cabin and has a small remote drone bay with a cargo drone parked inside it. Naturally, the party is a bit confused, growing even more so when Garrick instructs them to wait ten minutes while he goes ahead alone before saying they can enter. The reason why is quickly made apparent when they rest of the players enter the house and see Garrick's wife is a Gorgon; a woman with snakes for hair and will petrify into stone anyone who looks into her eyes, whether she meets their gaze or not and penetrates all forms of optical protection (something established when I DMed this campaign's world). Phoebe greets them as she wears a blindfold, protecting them from her gaze, and a simple but lovely blue dress with multi-color flower patterns on it that exposes her arms, legs from the knees down, and a bit of her back, which those who roll a high perception check notice have many small old scars on them. Garrick isn't blind, like the party (and probably you readers) initially suspect, which is argued wouldn't have protected him anyway; instead, he has no eyes, having had his eyes surgically removed as a toddler due to hereditary cancer and his family was too poor to afford cybernetic replacements. Even after he could afford them, he didn't get them, because then he wouldn't have been able to stay around Phoebe, whom he met when he was around 8, checking out some old ruins a few miles from where he lived, not afraid of wandering around due to his father's hunting lessons and having his own bow with him. Garrick had been forced to grow up and develop echolocation as a skill, his parents refusing to let him grow up thinking he was handicap or helpless in any way. Phoebe's story isn't as inspirational. Like all Gorgons, she was beautiful, but her beauty was inherited from her mother, which had seduced Zeus to being unfaithful (not that it takes much). Unlike the legends, it's not Athena who cursed women into becoming Gorgons, but Hera, Zeus's wife, inflicting the curse as punishment upon any women Zeus sleeps with; regardless of if they know it, or are willing participants, or not. The curse will be passed on to the child these women have with Zeus, denying them their normal demi-god heritage. Phoebe is one of those children, and was quite happy growing up on the outskirts of society with her mother, squatting in the old ruins and living off the land, needing to stay hidden because the world saw Gorgons as evil monsters who needed to be exterminated, with any who are able to do so becoming famous and being seen as great warriors like Perseus. Unfortunately, Phoebe was noticed as she was walking through the nearby woods picking fruit. A few days later, a group of people came to the ruins, and from the place where Phoebe hid, watched her mother be killed. She can still remember and describe the nightmarish memory of witnessing her mother being shot three times with a rifle, a harpoon gun being used like a grappling hook and tearing off one of her arms before it was lodged into her chest, and finally had her life ended by one of the murderer's swords. Guess how the party killed a Gorgon in the campaign I DMed... Thankfully, Phoebe wasn't found, but did blame herself and cried herself to sleep often. This is how Garrick found her many months later when he visited the old ruins, his keen hearing catching the sound of a girl crying and seeking her out to comfort her. He did realize what she was, he wasn't stupid, but he could also tell she was terrified of him when she heard him coming, and the idea of an evil monster and a scared little crying girl just didn't fit together right in his head. After gaining each other's trust, Garrick and Phoebe became friends. By the time adolescence came around, they became lovers. And shortly after he graduated high school, they unofficially married. After graduation, he worked locally as a bounty hunter until he could afford an RV, hiding the fact he had no eyes behind the visor his parents had found, fixed, and gave him during middle school. They left Greece not long after, another Gorgon had recently been found and killed, scaring the couple as they knew it would mean people would be hunting Gorgons. To their relief, they got away, and Phoebe initially helped Garrick with his bounties, keeping an eye on their prisoners once they were captured, but after a couple issues risen by complaining convicts about 'his mysterious partner,' Garrick decided to only take bounties that could be brought in dead. He did need to branch out into 'illegal' bounties since most government-issued ones required the convicts to be brought in alive, but they paid better; enough to allow them to purchase the property their house was on and get the house built. They still planned on waiting a couple more years before having kids, but were very happy, Phoebe using the cargo drone to pick up mail and groceries she ordered online so she never needed to leave and risk exposing herself. It was a great moment where a glorious moment from a previous campaign became a guilt-inducing gut-punch to the players, and I was happy to be part of the twist where there was a happy ending. I just wanted my character to be married as part of his backstory. My buddy was the sadistic one that thought up the whole "This super nice and gorgeous girl whose's your teammate's wife? Yeah, you murdered her mom in front of her for cash and glory."

I think im first for once I got the notification when I was 2 minutes into the video

My worst story comes from my current campaign

11:35 how dare you try to convince people to drink a potentially harmful chemical like that.

Best was my last. My lil cousin was playing and was a halfling tryna bully and intimidate anything and anyone. Well she went into a sketchy tavern against mine and our DMs advice and intimidated a level 20 thief and he took all her shit. She cried and i laughed and then as a wizard squirrel left her to ho be a captain on a pirate ship but fought a seagull and decided thats a bad idea and went back into the woods and she stayed in the town poor and probs died of dysentery

wait i saw the minotaur one from another perspective on a video about stupid ways you died!

wouldnt the explosion have set of the rest of the barrels too

let's play hide the halfling.

Can we get a link in the description for Artifex's channel?

Badger, badger, badger

Man got to comment early on this one. Lol

Not So much 'animated' as 'sliding still-frames'. Still a nice addition, but- you know, accuracy.

Your DnD dungeon master played it way wrong. How deep were you underground? When you make a underground base, there's a whole lot of supporting structure. If you were able to punch through into sunlight, that dungeon must have been supported with wood planks right over the dungeon.

Hey Grumbledave, I missed most of the dnd livestream so could you fill me in on what happened? I left after RIPdaddy rolled a Nat 1 on his first roll of the session

Bad with names named my character berg (kobold rouge)

Gold or golden, what pop culture is that reference from?

Tr.inston was here

11:45 he says 'stay hydrated'. How does he know? I finish watching this in the parking lot at a lake as I'm about to go Open Water swimming 😀. Dave has magic powers, or is this actually Brian as Brian and Dave sound alike 😀.

I once had two sessions in one week

Ok so my character loved sleeping and would anytime they could and my party would just carry me around places this was pretty easy because I was a skeleton but one time I was asleep the rest of the party encountered the big bad evil guy and stole a bunch of our stuff the rest of the party was almost dead and the villain thought I was just a corpse I woke up to see the villain turned around talking to one of the goblins he hired my character only had a few nails, string, bread and a book my character grabbed a stick put a few nails in it and hit the villain I rolled a nat 20 and he was dead half the party succeeded their death saves and a important npc almost died

Wait... Hydrogen monoxide?

I thought they smelled bad on the outside ...

I’m third heck yeah

Antman, nooooooo

Could you add subtitles please?

1st one was weird.