forum Funny Moments

Started March 05, 2020 by @Ranbob

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Can post funny things that may have happened in a campaign you or a friend was in Like how i had a character nearly die to a rat twice

DnD has some great moments lmao

In my first big campaign “Out of the Abyss” my character ruined like the hole first section of it because i broke a door down XD

Later she was sort of forced to sell her soul to the demon lord Fraz which drained her health every time she used extra power and whenever she traded some for ancient black dragon breath

She later got more curses like not being able to sit XD
And almost killing the whole party

We obliterated another demon lord in less then 2 rounds

I’ll put more later

introducing "new" inventions to the world like a steamship, or torpedo's.

context: group of idiots consisting of:

• half-elf bard who thinks he's good at stealing
• fighter goliath who says 'bro'
• barbarian half orc who has no idea what's going on but likes to hit stuff
• an edgy rogue gnome who is actually good at stealing and being a football
• me, a confused ranger elf who just wants to sleep

So we finished our first quest and are in town to do some shopping. Half-elf bard can detect magic and needs a fancy pearl to do the spell so we split up to do shopping.

Half elf is at the shop and instead of buying the pearl with the gold we earned, decides to steal it. The dwarf rogue tries to distract the shopkeeper while half elf tries to grab the box out of his hand for a "closer look." They respectively roll a two and three on persuasion and stealth, and then the half elf rolls a three again on strength check to try to take the pearl. Shopkeeper starts yelling at them to leave, and in comes goliath who tries to intimidate a lower price. rolls a one and has a voice crack. I'm across the street watching and facepalming as the guard barracks next door open and all the town guard enters the shop. Queue a bunch of idiots trying to reason, intimidate, and fight their way out of the shop with the pearl despite being three on twenty fully armed guards with weapons drawn. half orc is now there and encouraging the fight as our poor dm is trying very hard to not tpk half of the group over this stupidity.

It becomes clear they need help because they are about to be skewerd, so I ask the dm what the building was made of. He looks at me, at my character sheet, then back at me and just sets his head down and mutters "wood." I roll stealth and sneak around to the backside of the building, and proceed to light it on fire. the dm allows it and announces "SOMEHOW the enchanted wood building catches fire and all of the guards are drawn away towards the source of the smoke. please, for the love of the rng gods, leave."

The half elf then decides that if the guards are preoccupied, he was going to take more than just the pearl and at the same time the goliath eggs on the guards with a phrase similar but more vulgar to "that's right, run away chickens!"

so anyways I had to pay bail on all three of them, but the dwarf somehow (through the magic of the dm being sick and tired of this) hid the 100 gold pearl on his person and successfully stole it. They are no longer allowed in town.

I was DMing on a little side quest I created for the sake of treasure (you know, because everyone was super poor). This campaign is just my family, by the way, with my brother, my sister, my parents, my brother in law (typically DM, but he wasn't here this particular day), and me.
Party consists of:
Elf thot bard who never uses any fucking spells despite being a bard (my sister)
Thicc mountain dwarf, literally named The Mountain, swings around a battle hammer all the time and is a huge fuckin' tank (my father)
Lightfoot halfling cleric who also never uses spells despite really needing to heal people (my mother)
Dumbass rogue who's really just here to have a good time and is super charismatic but never knows what the fuck is going on (Me, not in the story since I was DMing)
And my brother, the 69 year old, 4'20 feet tall, basically gollum halfling who is also a bard who uses boomwhackers as his instrument. Keeps trying to seduce everything.

Onto the story, which is much shorter. Basically, in this cave, the group stumbles upon a mimic. No big deal, right? Except my brother (the old gollum short idiot) decides he wants to roll to seduce the mimic. I allow it. He rolls a nat 20.
I just ask everyone to give them some space to get it on and they continue into the labyrinth.

Not a game I'm running, but playing in:

My character is a warlock. Now, if you know how warlocks work, you probably know that the best bet is to go celestial, or hexblade, or even the great old one or the fey. My idiot brain with approximately one brain cell says, "HEY! LET'S HAVE A DEMON BOI BE MY PATRON!" Now, not only is this arguably the worst patron for a warlock, but that also puts my character in a position where she gets a fast grudge on our paladin (and barbarian!), resulting in her being knocked unconscious before we even enter the dungeon… Not to mention she almost died AGAIN in said dungeon. I have a feeling that there will be a reoccurring theme here…
Anyways, another thing bad about my pact with the fiend warlock is that… heavy sigh…

• After the boss fight with a Demilich (and yes, she was knocked out again), she took the one thing she could, out of curiosity: the Demilich's cloak, which was worn, tattered, and nothing of good magic was placed upon it. I wished I'd listened. Apparently, Demiliches, after death, can preserve their being into one of their belongings, and, if someone were to wear the belonging, the Demilich would be a part of that person, giving them a new spell, sure, but something…else, too. If my character does ANYTHING against the Demilich's will, the Demilich can take over my character's body, destroying her soul. At least, that's what will happen in my Dm's world.

• My character, with much luck (and promises from her patron that she never confirmed), managed to persuade a fire elemental to fight alongside her, seeing as the one time she cast eldritch blast, she only dealt one damage.

• After talking with my Dm and finally getting an idea out of him, it has been confirmed that my character will have to choose between her patron and the party. Automatically, I say, "Well, if I don't have a patron, I can't really do anything, right? I'd probably have to side with my patron." What I didn't understand was that I could only choose one or the other, and there was no way back, meaning, if I sided with my patron, my character would become a LITERAL DEMON and have little to no chance of returning back to the party. On the other hand, if she sided with the party, she can't do barely any damage to her patron, due to the fact that in my Dm's world, my character's spells would have no effect on my patron (he gave them to her).

• In a one-shot, my character somehow managed to have the buff of being friends of all doppelgangers and mimics–not really a bad thing, but I teased that my character's gonna be "Queen of the Monsters", especially because of this next (and last) reason why my character is also screwed…

• It was 1/6 chance. Five characters–the regulars in the campaign–were going to be targets of the most ridiculous idea me and my friends had. Let me explain my Dm's world a bit–the party is going to be fighting gods, demons, angels, and the lot. Most importantly, we are going to fight the seven deadly sins, who can Go-Go-Power-Rangers into Lucifer, who is ten times strongerand taller than a tarrasque. So of course, I update my knowledge on the seven deadlies, and my eyes stop on one of them…Lust. My friends and I then start joking about the idea of Lust just being a full-on Yandere for one of the players. It was a 1/6 chance, and, I swear, my character has been cursed with demons and monsters…

So guess who's nervous for next Sunday?

yesterday my party and i were fighting a very powerful, very corrupt dwarven king who'd been engaged in a tense geopolitical ~situation~ with a mysterious horde of aarakocra. i cast phantasmal force and tried to trick him into thinking an aarakocra was swooping down and attacking him, but it didn't hit, and he was like "ha. you think your silly little illusions will affect me? you fool." so my next turn, i cast the exact same spell with the exact same illusion, and it hit. we killed him eventually, and that was great and all, but more than anything i was just pleased with myself for taking him down a peg.

I'm gonna try to keep this short but I played DnD for the first time today and it was a lot of fun. Anyways, we were doing a one shot based on the Actual Cannibal Shia Labeouf video. We were basically playing ourselves going on a camping trip and but our car broke down in the middle of nowhere. Enter Shia Labeouf and we all have to fight him off. Some highlights:

• One of my friends got her leg caught in a bear trap, then took a ton of damage. One of my other friends turned her into a mammoth in order to bring her health back up.
• All we knew going in was that we were playing ourselves, going camping. Our DM told us that the campaign wasn't meant to be super serious and that it would be obvious once we found out who we were fighting. I figured it out as soon as the bear trap happened, but once everyone else got caught up to speed we were referencing the video at every given opportunity. "Do any of us know Jiu-Jitsu?" "He parries to the left and avoids your attack."
• Shia even had a move called "Shia Surprise" that caused him to come back to life unless he was decapitated. We made so many references to decapitating him but it took us an embarrassingly long time to figure out that we actually had to do it.
• We defeated him for the first time by having the mammoth friend stomp on his… area.
• My other friend rolled a 20 for vicious mockery and dealt a ton of damage by saying "Have fun looking for your crotch." After that was successful she tried it again. She rolled high again and dealt a lot of damage by saying "You peaked at Even Stevens."
• We defeated him for the second time by having me shoot an arrow straight up into the air and having it come down and somehow hit the middle of his chest.
• The campaign ended with my friend who had been turned into a mammoth drive us to a gas station where we'd stopped earlier. Except she never got turned back into a human.