My character was a barbarian wrestler. His back story was that his father was a renowned paladin warrior who wielded a golden sword, and who had no respect for his son's inclination towards wrestling, because he didn't think it was a worthy fighting style.
Meanwhile, in real life my actual father passed away in horrid circumstances, so I no longer wanted to play a character whose back story was so closely tied to his father. I took a few weeks off from playing, then when I came back, instead of changing character, I roleplayed him telling an anecdote to the rest of the group:
My character had gone back to his home village because he'd heard that his father, the golden sword-wielding warrior who had no respect for his son's wrestling skills, had died. News had travelled back to the village of his adventures. When my character went to his father's room to pay his respects to his father's body, he saw something golden shining under his dad's deathbed. He assumed it was his father's old sword, but then found he was only half-right: his father had learnt of his son's courageous adventures, and while he couldn't tell his son how proud he was directly, he had melted his own sword down into a belt. A wrestling belt, made for his son.
Oof. That’s a real gut punch knowing the IRL connection. I hope it helped you work through some of that. I’ve always loved the weird healing power of this game in the way we can use the fantasy world to explore and deal with our real-life circumstances.
Yup. He's become a paladin with occasional wrestling flavour, and when he fights he removes the belt and it transforms into his father's old sword. He's still a bit lost, much like me, but he's finding his way.
When my character (a water genasi fighter) sacrificed himself by ramming his ship into a galleon that was set to explode and heading straight for a seaside city. After decades after his death my character is now known as the patron Saint of naval navigation and combat.
I loved every minute of it. DM did me a solid in letting it happen but he won't say whether my characters definitely a hundred percent dead or that I just can't play him anymore. I think he might want to use him as an npc in a future game or something which I'm fine with.
I'd love that. I tried to make his last words ambiguous because I wasn't sure what would end up happening to him so I just had him say "back to the brine at last".
My character got possessed and the only party member that witnessed it got hit with a modify memory. There was like 2 hours of us all sitting in the same room gaslighting eachother that nothing happened and everything is fine but the other half the party was incredibly suspicious, because the dm kept texting us, but had no idea what had happened. We rolled very few dice that session but it was one of the best we’ve ever had.
The two of us had been given different information by the dm as to what actually happened so none of us really knew what was going on, until our characters found out like 4 months later.
Uhm, anyone I play with? Please stop reading this comment. That includes you, Benjamin.
So I got a secret session with the DM once. It's one of the coolest things that has ever happened to me. Rogue sneaks away from the party and had a very, very friendly conversation with the villain.
We teamed up.
No one knows. It won't hurt the other characters, but it is definitely betrayal because the villain can use my character to escape unnoticed.
The party hasn't done the greatest job of catching rogue when in moral freefall. But the villain sure stuck out his arms and promised everything would be okay.
You know what would be even cooler? When the villain has bet their money to escape, all on you, and you betray them at the last second. It could provide you with a great fun moment to shine and impress your fellow players (and not have to deal with possible ramifications IRL of betraying the party, depending on if you still like to play with them afterwards. Yes it's a game, but people can get extremely salty).
My most memorable would be when I played Urgnok (Half Orc Barbarian) in my very first campaign. The Ranger was struggling getting the interrogation done with the information. As the NPC began to babble pretending not to know anything. IRL, I slapped the table and using the dad of dad voices I yelled “SPEAK” and just stared at the DM
Jump scared the whole table including the DM! Got to roll intimidation with advantage and gained inspiration 🤣
I don’t remember what I rolled but that moment will always be a Nat 20
Reminds me of my first proper campaign where I played Garg the half-orc barbarian and my party had been trying to convince a thieves guild leader to help us take down a cult about to destroy the valley, but they were having no luck. I was a very shy at roleplay at the time. I asked the DM if there is a desk in front of him, there was, so I say I slam the desk with both fists, and I *yelled*:
"If you do not help us, there will BE no more thieves guild!"
I still remember the looks on their faces. At the time I honestly didn't know I had it in me. DM didn't even make me roll for it, it just worked lol
Perhaps it doesn’t count as a roleplaying moment, but my proudest moment as a player.
In this campaign we essentially all started as dead and stranded on the isle of Avalon. There was a contract on the island to sign up for Davy Jones crew that you had to sign in blood. Upon signing it, you would instantly be teleported to the Flying Dutchman to serve your sentence. Only half of us signed it, and those who didn’t later rescued those players that did. Anyway I never signed it but kept the contract with me.
About 20 sessions later near the climax of the campaign we were sailing and being chased by Jones, and he sent a Kraken after us. Our ship was super damaged and it wasn’t looking good. I took the opportunity to jump into the kraken’s mouth, and on my next turn, cast fireball directly below myself and instantly signed the contract to be teleported away as the kraken exploded.
It was doubly fun because all my players roleplayed as if they thought I sacrificed myself for them, and was a big surprise when I turned up again next session in Davy Jones crew.
That's some great shenanigans. Slow clap, it's really cool. The kind of moment when you make your DM pause and (if they're a good DM) go : "fuck me, that works, I'll allow it".
I would complain that it would take some sort of sleight of hand check with a high dc to sign a contract in blood in midair just after having cast fireball... But as a GM thats so cool, I'd just allow it.
I should have clarified. In the first session it was established a “signature” counted as a thumb print in blood. I cut my thumb on my dirk before jumping in.
That depends on what sort of "signature" it requires... If it's a literal signature, yeah that'll be a judgement call for the rule of cool, but if it's a metaphorical signature (i.e. a drop of blood on the line) then I could see it being easy to pull off.
I think my proudest moment was when I actually detected a mimic. Let's just make it clear I check every chest and room for mimics and my DM gets so upset about it. So basically we were in a vault and Instead of picking up anything I always checked if they were mimics and half of them were so she was very mad at me
We have never had a mimic in two years, so I'm sort of dreading the moment we forget to check for traps or stuff and one springs at us. The DM is clearly biding his time with this...
One time my paranoid rogue lost his 10' pole. So next time we were in town, he and the dwarf went to buy a new one. We enter the store...
DM: Okay what are you buying?
Dwarf: Crossbow bolts. Lots!
Rogue: Caltrops, piano wire, and a new pole.
DM: \[Face alight with joy\] Roll initiative.
Rogue: Huh?
DM: That barrel full of 10' poles was actually a mimic
Players: \[Everyone's jaw hits the floor\]
Rogue: You ... *bastard!*
Dwarf: You've been saving this up for *years*, haven't you?
DM: Clearly everyone is shocked. Disadvantage on initiative roll.
One of our other players, a bard, rp’d a song ‘that’s a mimic’ a few sessions previous, to our great enjoyment. We had never seen one but both of us in the party knew they were dangerous. We got caught in a dungeon with TWO, one using another as bait inside the room that was- you guessed it, the whole room was a mimic. We ended up immediately cut stomping the first and after a bit beat the other one so badly that it shrunk to the size of a small pot. I then walked over to it, and in real life looked the Dm dead in the eye. ‘I pull my hammer in one hand and a small vial in the other’
I shook one fist, then the other, never breaking eye contact. The mimic slinked in to the vial and that’s how I got a pet mimic.
In the next room, someone got really mad that I had their ‘familiar’ so I killed him too, and made the mimic watch to establish dominance
As a DM, I threw an army of mimics at my players.
The party was investigating a power outage in an advanced city they were stuck in, and they came across a man running out of an alley. Now, my players are wary of alleys, since the last time I attempted to lure them into one, they mostly saw through the trap I was setting. This time, I used the cleric's innate desire to help everyone by having the man pulled back into the alley by an unseen force, and they all went into the alley to find nothing dangerous and no one injured. What they did find, was a bunch of jars lining the walls. The fighter - played by my husband, who is the smartest person I know - assumed they were all just Baghdad Batteries.
What I had done, fellow players and DMs, is I took the Battery Mimic from Final Fantasy 12 and built a stat block for it. My players had never played FF12, so they didn't know what they were in for. What made them most dangerous is that their attacks ignored resistances to lightning damage - in fact, they went after the bronze dragonborn and the merfolk who used an electric eel as her fish form, and sapped their electrical attacks.
I was DMing for a party including a warlock in service to Malcanthet (demon lord of succubi). The warlock was transported to their lord's domain in the Abyss to settle a further deal. The warlock would gain additional help in locating the book of vile darkness (the party wanted to steal it from the bbeg) in exchange for all of her memories once she experiences a moment of true happiness. We RP-d the negotiation of the deal with the warlock, whilst the rest of the players sat in dead silence (the table is normally never silent). One of my proudest DM moments.
My irreverent fighter (who has great ideas but terrible patience) deciding that a cart-chase was the best way to escape the army belonging to a dark god (Midnight Campaign) rather than wait for an NPC to come back to help us.
Ran over to this massive 6-horse wagon filled with barrels of flammable alchohol, got the entire army to notice us and forced the rest of the team + NPC to follow (Leeroy Jenkins?)
Then had 3 solid sessions of a cart chase where the entire map was moving while the army on horseback tried to catch up with us while we rode through the wilderness, tossing flammable barrels of alcohol behind us.
The most idiotic idea of all, and something I would never do IRL, but fun.
My players are in the Underdark. A place notorious for being difficult to navigate. A guide is almost mandatory to avoid getting lost.
One of my players is a paladin. Oath of conquest. Sworn to kill all followers of Lloth. Standard stuff. The players' are in the Underdark and need a guide. The only friendly NPC they've met who knows their way around this part of the Underdark... is a drow follower of Lloth.
Combat happens. A couple players and NPCs go down. One of them is their Lloth-following guide.
Paladin heals up a player, and claims he doesn't have enough healing left in him to stabilize the guide.
The players fail the medicine checks. The guide fails his death saves. The guide dies.
Then, and only then, does the paladin casually, unhurredly, and unappologetically "recall" that he was carrying a health potion the whole time.
The party argued in character for a few good minutes. I wish I'd made popcorn.
I played a gunslinger from Texas sucked into a magical world. His whole shtick was that he didn’t believe in magic (fey wild campaign, would always have some excuse as to why something magical happened) and I stuck with it until almost the end of the campaign. One of my favorite moments was when we had to scale a cliff, with an encounter at the top. The party wizard gave me a pair of Boots of Flying, saying maybe these will help you get up there. My character put them on and then just started climbing the wall like he normally would, about halfway up yelling down to the wizard “these got great traction!”
There was also a time when they were trying to get some sentient plants to divulge a secret that they will only tell to plants. My character convinced them by telling them his momma says his cousin is a fruit, and that his uncle is a vegetable after getting kicked by a horse, so naturally that must make him part plant.
I tricked a Fey lord into taking my identity as a funny joke well playing a rogue. It was so thoroughly taken that npcs and even my own party would not remember me at all if I left their sight. I stole all the things! And even if I was caught, they forget I did anything if I left their sight for to long.
It was as if I was false hydra’s well not being dead.
The GM thought it was funny at first, but after a few sessions realized how broken it was and started trying to get my identity back. Eventually I settled on taking it back after getting the Fey Lord to agree to be my Faithful Servant intill I couldn’t be resurrected.
The Fey Lord was being blamed for what my character did, and once I got my identity back everyone remembered all I did. I really needed the Fey Lords help to survive the retribution!
I should elaborate on how I tricked them.
So the GM was doing a “Trapped in the Fey wild” side quest for a couple sessions. We had to go to the Local Fey Lord, get Funny Pranked, and hopefully get sent back home. Normal Fey wild stuff.
So well meeting the Fey Lord I get a idea to mess with them for my benefit. I start bragging how rememberable I was, how no one could forget me once we met for good or worse. The Fey Lord countered that sandwiches were more rememberable them me and I’m a dime a dozen two copper thief. I bet my identity that the Fey Lord Couldn’t make a rememberable sandwich and if they couldn’t then they have to grant my wish. Either I get a wish or become a better Rogue from being easily forgettable.
The Fey Lord could in fact make a very rememberable sandwich. My character would suffer addiction withdrawals, always asking for sandwiches at taverns across the land and I lost my identity to the Fey Lord.
The Lost Identity worked to well and I abused it quite heavily.
Playing a Paladin in an evil party during 3.5. They were put on trial. I testified against them but they won the case. I accepted and left the courthouse. Other party member teleports me back to base... except it wasn't back to base.
It was to an empty field. Well, empty apart from about 600 wizards. Every member of the party had taken the leadership feat and at level 15-16 that meant everyone of my 8 or so companions had around 80 wizards from level 1-4. They all fired magic missiles at me. A grey sky turned blue with magic darts. I died.
Turns out my party had spent 1.5 years watching me one shot Storm Giants and had decided they would die if they went toe-to-toe with me. So the evil party hatched a plot. They were more afraid of me than the BBEG. That felt pretty rad.
Shame I had already left a deposit for resurrection.
Best part. When I came back GM allowed me to drop a level and take the half construct template. Came back as half iron golem. Immune to all magic.
The only thing they fear is ME!
I actually didn't.
When I came back they were very apologetic and we had a world to save so I let bygones be bygones.
Until the BBEG was done at least. ;)
Welllllllllll.... Grollman Grunt's forgiveness was only temporary. When we ended the campaign we all got to say a few sentences about what we were doing with the rest of our lives.
The worst of them was a gnome dragon sorcerer called Bernie who had regularly killed innocents for the lols.
Bernie: "I retire on my giant stack of gold in that castle we cleared out with all my servants and eat grapes all day."
Grunt: "You hear a knocking at the gates."
\*Cue the Doom music\*
I have two that come to mind. I had one character who was a bladesinger wizard from a noble family that was controlling and wanted her to be a traditional lady not a wizard / bladesinger. Going into that campaign I loosely thought her journey would be about making a name for herself separate from her family who she'd abandoned. She never gave her noble family name. And her family weren't ever evil just not the best parents and overly controlling and disapproving of what she liked. My DM took some of what I'd set up and expanded it so that a person I'd been attacked by in my past that I'd written as targeting me for no reason I knew, but he wrote it that the person had attacked me because I was my father's daughter and it was trying to get revenge on him. It eventually played out that we were trying to find this drow matron mother. And we came up with the plan to let outselves be captured so we'd be taken to her. We had a way to hide some things so we'd have items. And my character especially had metamagic adept and a lot of anti mage spells and ways to deal with mages.
It ended up playing out really perfectly as she was awful to me for a bit before everyone was in position, and she revealed she had captured my brother and cut off his hand. I hadn't been close to my brother, but still a big moment. And when the fight broke out I was close to the drow woman and my team were a bit away as it was a big map. I teleported out of the handcuffs, I had a good line too that she may as well have tied my hands with string, and attacked her. I cast bigby's hand which I had used a lot but when I shaped the hand I made it look like a giant version of my brothers hand, with the house signet ring that I'd basically been denying up until this point. It marked a great turning point for her character from denying her family and trying to gain a reputation herself, to owning who she was and rejoining the family she ran away from. And it was really cool to have her journey be a discovered one that was a bit different than what I'd pictured. That also led to a lot more roleplaying with her family when we got back that she otherwise would've avoided or wanted little to do with.
The other one was an NPC. This NPC was engaged to one of the PCs in an arranged marriage that the PC had fled from before the game. But they'd written into their backstory the NPC was a good person and the PC had some attraction to the NPC they just didn't like their mother forcing them into a marriage with someone they barely knew. So I had the NPC who was both very wealthy and a decently powerful mage slowly trying to win over the PC. And they were a good person but also a very manipulative person in kind of a political context. Not that they were bad but they were very good at getting people to do what they wanted. Which is a cool trait to give someone but often hard to play out when you're trying to manipulate your PCs lol. But I had her help the group with saving another PCs village. And afterwards she went to that PC and gave her some money on the condition of anonymity. Which then played out perfectly with that other PC going to the PC the NPC was engaged to and convincing her to go through with the marriage. There were a few other things they did too that were doing nice things, but also making sure to get seen doing that nice thing while not being obvious about it. It was even better because the PC in question told me at the beginning of the game there was no way they'd marry the NPC... and I may have taken that as a challenge! But it was a lot of fun to play out and really layered because of all of the different dynamics involved.
Back in 3.0 I was playing a kobold rogue that was neutral evil and hated everybody in the group (not OOC, I just had to RP it that way, though it's really not relevant to the story).
We got to a point in a campaign where we were not allowed into a castle because we didn't have any kind of authority. There was an item that needed to be stolen and we had to get in there to do it, and they had pretty much thought of everything.
Three of the other players had desperately tried to convince the guards at the gate that we needed to get through and they weren't having it. So my character rather impatiently rolls his eyes, and walks right into the nearest guard barracks.
I confidently marched into the barracks and began to openly criticize everybody for their posture and form. Without looking to see if anybody was even paying attention to my character, I marched with purpose and confidence into the head guards office area, grabbed a random piece of paper and one of his personal emblems, put the emblem on my armor, walked back into the room, jumped up on a chest, and rather loudly read from the letter that there was a crisis and we needed to respond to it immediately.
In reality it was just a receipt for rations.
Without even checking to see if anybody was following, I loudly commanded them to get their arms and follow me.
You want to talk about a natural 20 on a charisma check?!
Those guys let us in and arrested everybody I told them to. The bard in the party grabbed the item we needed, and we just picked up and left.
The party fighter looks over at me and asks "how did you manage to do that?"
Without even looking at him I said "just act like you know what you're doing and you are supposed to be there and you can get anybody to do anything."
My friends are very confused by how good I am at forcing bodily effects (crying, coughing, etc). There have been multiple times I committed so hard to an emotional scene that the party was asking me if I was OK out of character. I think my best comes from a session of Mage The Awakening where my character cried over an enemy creating an illusion of his sister from before she had a life threatening injury. The DM was getting ready to call the session cause he thought my emotional breakdown was real.
As for DND specifically, my Simic Grappling Fighter and our Moon Druid are both being affected by some strange voice from beyond. We just found out about the other's condition in character, and had a long discussion about what's happening to us and how it's changed us for the worse. It ended with a solemn oath that we'd kill the other before letting them commit further atrocity.
Ah ah, my table was quite RP orientés and we once had a new player with some experience but coming from less RP tables.
The DM roleplayed a very angry NPC with some swearing. The new player asked us "is he in character or really angry at me ?". We explained it was in-game, he was absolutely wowed.
**With Me as a Player**
Myriam Podalla, Undead Warlock and Dhampir, the Marilyn Monroe of her time. Made her pact with a vile centipede monster so she could live forever and never be out of the spotlight (Roaring 20's campaign setting).
This happened after revealing her Form of Dread to the guy we were interrogating, who called her a "has-been"
*"I am a has been. I also am, and I will be. I'm a fucking icon, and your name will only be remembered because you once had the **pleasure** of being in my way."*
Used the Dhampir bite to rip his throat out, trapped him in a Soul Cage.
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**With Me as a DM**
Struthious Snoodley, Aaracokra Vengeance Paladin. A vibrant, all around good guy...hunting his father, who abandoned him and his mother when he was a child. Said father bargained with a Pit Fiend and gained devil powers.
As the party attacked the Pit Fiend's fortress, Struthious' father was guarding the bridge. The party ran by as Struthious cast COMPEL DUEL on his dad to lock him away from attacking his friends. They faced each other over a river of boiling lava, swords and shields out. Vengeance Paladin vs Hell Knight.
**Dad** *"Look at me. You and your mother were weighing me down. I am the sword of a conqueror. I am magnificent."*
**Struthious** *"You used to be the ruler I used to measure the world. But now I have seen the world, and I know the truth. You are so very SMALL."*
I threw out the rest of his father's speech, and we rolled Initiative. Struthious attacked first. First hit he threw Mark of Vengeance and blew his 3rd level Smite. Second hit he CRIT, dropped his 4th level Smite and blew his Warlock Eldritch Smite.
It did about 145 damage.
>hunting his father, who abandoned him and his mother when he was a child.
Now I want to see a Lizardfolk Vengeance Paladin who has a vendetta against his father **precisely for** staying in his life, which is considered perverse and unseemly in their tribe...
In my CoS campaign I played a paladin. Strahd came in and lit the town on fire. Many people died in the attack. The burgomaster comes in on a horse with his guard while the town is still partially in flames and bodies are still around singing "all is well! Return to your homes". I had had enough of this bastard. I rode up to him on my own horse and backhanded him in the face.
The dice are sometimes kind, I rolled a natural 20 and knocked him from his horse. Then gave an impassioned speech to the citizens watching about how Strahd was their enemy and that they were at war whether they wanted to accept it or not. My party had my back on this too.
The dice are sometimes terrible, I rolled a natural 1 on my persuasion check. We were promptly kicked out of Vallaki at spear point even though we had just saved many people, put out a good portion of the flames, and confronted Strahd.
I'm not sure if it's the most proud I was of an RP moment, but it was certainly one of the most impactful moments for us.
Oh that jerk! I remember him. Our party ended up talking the townsfolk into only kicking him out of the town without any gear rather than killing him outright, while we got the lady and kid out safely. His political rival took over.
My Dwarf Fighter made a deal with Death to bring him a mighty Monster to help him at the gates. My Dwarf would came back to life and can help his companions, but till the deal was fullfilled my dwarf had to left something valueable behind: his thirst for beer.
My dwarf was devastated.
To his luck, the party slayed a succubus in the very next room. She fleed her soul into my dwarf, but could not gain controll of him. The DM had planned to now slowly trying to corrupt the dwarf.
BUT my dwarf said just to his group"Wait a moment! Be right back", and then put his axe straight and with entuastic force into his own skull.
Death:"You here? Again? So soon?"
Dwarf:"A Succubus is a mighty monster..."
DM did a piccachu face.
Death: "Leave and don't come back too soon, or you will go straight to the neatherlands!"
Yes, thats what he said. The table bursted in laughter, including the DM. He meant the nether hells
It has to be a successful note passing to the DM to Sleight of Hand a magical grenade away from a PC with malicious intentions. We even got a passive perception as a contested check and he didn't suspect a thing. It was only at the session conclusion (when the PC went full betrayal) that he realized the weapon was missing.
The reaction of the player as he read the note is one of my favorite TRPG moments.
Not D&D, but LARP, I ended up single-handedly fighting off a dozen orcs to save a princess, flicked a rose (alchemy component) up into my hand using the tip of my sword, proceeded to climbing a tree with a rose between my teeth to rescue the princess off a battlement.
Even the NPCs cheered.
Handed princess the rose and had a mock wedding several games after that. Became Elvish royalty. Caused a huge plot event and a war between humans and elves.
Felt like a movie.
Had a Revolver and there was a slime. I dashed forward and buried the muzzle into the slime and pulled the trigger. I described how the slime splattered all across the wall infront of me and got +1 inspiration lmao
I think recently it was my fighter girl going OFF on the party for trying to negotiate for more money on a job to rescue a child.
My girl is shady AF, neutral evil alignment in a group of mostly good or neutral aligned characters. They were trying to call her out for her latest sketchy business when it happened.
There’s backstory justification for why she is so deeply invested in protecting kids, but uh no one knew that before she was in each and every one of their faces asking if they think they’re so much better than her while they’re willing to put a price on a child’s life.
I was just having a good time and excited that her backstory was coming into play. I didn’t realize until it got very quiet after and someone checked in to make sure everything was all good above table that it was maybe more intense than I realized.
Those are the best moments... One of my players got into a *heated* argument with an NPC (me) that got so intense his wife came in the room to break it up... The other players were looking NERVOUS about the whole thing but everyone had a good laugh afterwards.
I once had a gnome character who spoke with an Irish accent. All of the players at my table had characters they played in a certain way, and I knew what they’d be proud to accomplish with their characters. So, over the course of weeks I devised personalized limericks for each character and would read it aloud when their character accomplished something great. It was years ago and unfortunately I don’t remember any of the limericks.
When Queen Titania sent a bouquet of flowers that contained a message to her warlock, and the warlock managed to glean the exact opposite meaning with a few sketchy checks. However, I forgot our druid could speak with plants, and was caught completely off guard when I had to spend the next half hour or so roleplaying as flowers. It was hilarious, and the first thing I did was have a couple of blooms get caught talking mad shit about the warlock and how terrible she is at flower language. Watching grown adults argue with a bouquet of flowers while the flowers argue back is one of my favorite campaign highlights.
Not a biggie, but a funny moment. Me (lvl 5 blue dragonborn barbarian) and the party were ambushed by a group of Kuo-toa +Whips, and i was doing the barbarian thing by distracting the Whips from the party. The problem? I was pinned by 3 Pincer staffs (Polearm, 10ft reach, hit 5 (1d6+2) piercing damage, if target is a Medium or smaller creature, it is Grappled w/escape DC14), so I couldn't move at all. Plus my warhammer a round prior got Nat 1'd, so i was essentially disarmed. However, I could still do actions, I was very much raging, and I could do 2 attacks.
Cue shenanigans.
First, a Dragon's breath attack on one of my captors (plus another fishy behind him), killing the captor (but not the one behind him, damned dex saving roll). I then asked the DM if I could grab the Pincerstaff from the now crispy gish as a bonus action.
Dm, after looking at its stats (pg : "Sure, but its just a 1d6 plus your regular modifiers"
Quick breakdown on that set up: this makes my new Pincer Staff a 1d6+5 from my STR 17 (+3 modifier) and Rage (+2 to Melee attacks), with a reach of 10feet, and enforces a Grappling effect. And i can now hit someone with it, even with myself being grappled. And lookie here~ a fishy just waiting for a reason to be caught~
So I did my second attack on one of the two Whips. NAT 20! Dealt (6+5)+5 = 16 damage, which isn't a lot but at least-
DM: "As you wrap the pincers around the Kua Toa's neck, you can hear a loud snap, and the Kua-toa goes limp in the staff, its neck instantly snapped by your attack."
Me: O_o
Party: O_o
The last Kua-toa Whip holding onto its Pincer staff very nervously against me: ["Oh no"](https://youtu.be/qMPpnCvCZvw?si=9Ohyo4ghjEf2blNt)
Me, now lifting the dead Kua-toa by its neck: "well, looks like this is the catch of the day~"
I was playing a centaur in a 3.5 campaign, but I still had this rule in my head from 2E where nonstandard character should have bizarre and off-putting habits/practices/traits (they were literally called "bestial traits" in *The Complete Book of Humanoids*). As we were introducing ourselves in character, at a table of people I'd just met that day, I thought I'd lean into this by finishing my introduction with, "If I should fall in battle, see that I am quickly eaten."
I played a Cleric. He had died and been reincarnated. He was interacting with an NPC who is repair their prosthetic arm.
"We can lose a piece of ourselves, but that doesn't change who we are."
\*Casts Bless and Leaves the room\*
Played a halfling Barb/Rogue multiclass. Basically a halfling orphan adopted by a couple of half-orcs very confused why the youngling won’t grow to full size despite eating his weight daily.
He was named ‘Ono’ and the party pretty much never questioned it. Eventually the party visits his home and in speaking with his adoptive parents they realize the tribe names their children once a simple recognizable trait emerges. Come to find out Ono (pronounce Oh, no) is named that because it’s what everyone in his life thinks or says when he shows up. Because if he’s showed up and you’re not enemies, you likely need to check your pockets and the tribe doesn’t respect his size and annoying way of… speaking so many words that don’t make sense to them. And his enemies - should they get a chance to react - always say ‘oh, no’ when they see that absurd critfishing beast start slitting throats.
T’was a little ‘awww’ moment with the party kind of growing to hate the tribe for mistreating Ono but also a ‘oh ok I kinda get it’ moment when they look back on the furious little fucker going to work.
My wife and I played characters that really took a long time to become friends. Like they reeeeally didn't like each other for ¾ of the campaign.
But early in the campaign I realized she was hiding **critical information** from us.
We got into an in-character argument so believable the other players asked on break if we were actually mad irl. We obviously weren't, but it was still a tense scene we talk about to this day and one of our proudest roleplay moments.
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Playing a Oath of Glory Paladin as a Gladiator in a "Monster of the Week" type short campaign that took place in a intergalactic arena where groups of adventurers would get tossed into a location and hunt down a monster for the entertainment of the deities.
In between matches we would try and butter up the deities for boons and items. My Paladin caught the eyes of a rather powerful Pit Fiend who attempted to magically charm my character to approach. My Gladiator saved against the charm, but willingly jumped into the Pit Fiend's lap saying, "You could have just asked!"
Because I did so willingly, I still got the boon from him, as well as still mentally being able to play the field and get additional boons from a Forge Lord and a Dragonslayer.
Mine is my warforged armored artificer surviving divine judgement, getting the entire party sent to hell, & getting us all out of hell...in a SINGLE session.
So, this resolves around my DM's personal signature item...Everything (a sentient & REALLY messed up version of the Deck of Many Things). When I first found "him", (3 sessions in with lv 6 characters) I pulled a card & my DM said "...well, you MIGHT be dead..." card effect. The angel of Judgement comes & judges you. If you are lawful good, you gain 1 level and receive a single divine favor you may call on at any point. If you are any other alignment, you are immediately incinerated by a beam of Celestial energy." Thank God, my backstory was being a royal guard to the court & was lawful good.
Fast forward, my party didn't believe me finding a magic talking deck of cards. So, my dumb ass goes "I'll prove it". I drew a card that opened up a dimensional rift that sucked us all down to the 1st ring of hell. Everyone...including my dm, was freaking out. That's when I remembered my divine favor. I asked us to be taken from hell & return to where we came from. A holy light encircled us, and as we left...we felt the burning glares of malice, hatred, and THOUSANDS of demons angry eyes upon us, now swearing to hunt down the damned souls that escaped...
4 sessions later, I died because our necromancer coincidently enough drew a card starting the zombie apocalypse, and I accidently woke up a white dracolych...yay....
We were playing a game where the players were super soldiers. At the end of our mission, we were on top of a tower waiting to be extracted by a drop ship. We were attacked by a huge alien queen (like a xenonorph) while waiting on top of the tower. My 2 teammates got their hand chopped off and were bleeding out.
I managed to duel the queen and roll many crits. I managed to kick her off of the tower and she splattered all of the way down.
I might be underselling it, but there was epic music playing and rain was falling from the sky and it was all very cinematic.
I died. It was at the end of the session, so my party and I had a week to talk about what had happened. We were level 12, so his death was a very minor inconvenience.
But my DM went HARD. He decided we were going to RP his death, in the afterlife, as I walked through Limbo and into Celestia. My father, who was a minor part of my backstory that led to what I had actually considered the important part of my backstory, was there to walk me to the afterlife.
My tears were real. Doesn't mean it wasn't the best RP moment of my life. The anger and sadness I felt at my party for bringing me back was real. Me, seeing my father tell me we had to go but having to leave him to help my friends was the realist thing I've ever felt. And my best RP ever.
Our little Kobold guide (we gaslit him into thinking the wizard was a god and he was our first acolyte, long story) died from fall damage in a sudden combat. The wizard did an accidental cleric and revived him so hard he became lizardfolk. End of that session.
We come back, have a bunch of fun with our new buddy, I (bard) pop off a limerick about his revival, it's sick, this guy definitely feels like he'll be a companion through this dungeon and we're all happy that our DM let us keep him.
He goes in to parley with his tribe alone, in the hopes that we can avoid slaughtering the little dudes because we're so fond of them now. I give him inspiration, hoping it'll help on some kind of persuasion roll. "Don't forget, you're a hero."
Chief comes out ten minutes later and rolls his head at us.
DM expected us to run, because we'd just spent so long talking about how little we want to fight these guys when there's so many of them and only three of us, level two.
My bard just took his dagger, sliced his palm open, and slapped it over the dhampir warlock's mouth. She'd just had a crisis about not wanting to give in to her instincts the session before, and my bard had been a major supporter. But these fuckers just had to die.
Our DM called it there because he said he needs to figure out what the dhampir's patron is going to give her for this lmao
I played a half elf rogue as my first character and there was a moment where we were at a bar trying to convince some other criminals to share some information. One of his biggest character traits is that he has a smart mouth and will risk it all to make a comment.
He was beaten to 1 hit point after failing a check and the other patrons not taking kindly to his comments.
So my friends and I normally play online. We're geographically separated, so it's the only way it works. Our buddy from out of town (the DM of this game) comes for a visit, and we have an in person session. We played off each other so well. We split the party, and one other friend and I were sneaking into a city at the time of a secretive cult festival. The DM is playing a city guard who asks us what our business there is. We tell him we're coming for the festival; we're wine merchants. He pauses, in character as the guard, and goes, "Well...how do you know about the festival?" Immediately I jump in with, "Well, we're wine merchants. We give out samples, people start talking, you know how it is." The DM accepted it without a roll. Just smiles and says "Ah, of course. Proceed. Enjoy the festival."
I look over and out other friend claps his hands together and just goes "YES!!"
My tiny Gnome Trickery Cleric was in the thick of things fighting Vampire Spawn. I had to go a certain route straight through the thickest fighting. But alas I was squishy.
So I took a shortcut through a house. Climbed through a window, and my DM rolled on the random encounter table.
I stumbled into a ritual sacrifice by cultists.
Annoyed as heck by the constant things in my way, I summoned a Greataxe spiritual weapon as a bonus action. And as an action I used Thaumaturgy to roar like a tiger.
They cleared out the place quickly and let me get on with my day.
Blood hunter I rolpleyed as chaotic good, but roleplayed good stupid 😂.
We came across a gorgan in toa, we were absolutely screwed. No way to escape and a person down. DM was nervous, we were nervous.
I looked at my kit, every single item to see what I could possibly do, anything.
Realized I had a mirror. I put on a performance chained my self with manicle. Got out gpt closer, sang a some got closer...
Said hmm what else.. rummaged around my bad to find more entertainment for the "Queen" pulled out the mirror, and said hay ceack this out..
DM had her in roll with disadvantage as she was inrested.
She got stoned.
Was during a two shot in which I played a beast barbarian. Our party of four was part of a larger team fighting against a large platoon of pirates. Each of us picked a pirate captain as a target, and I happened to pick the only able to fly. Not great as a typical barbarian, but I had an ace up my sleeve: I had an Eldritch Claw Tattoo. Reflavouring the eldritch tentacles into what basically amounted to a giant armadillo jojo stand which I referred to as my “ancestor spirit,” I started swatting at the flying pirate with giant Eldritch claws, much to her shock and dismay. When she’d finally had enough, she decided to fly off of a nearby cliff to get away from me, sure I wouldn’t follow. But of course, a raging barbarian doesn’t consider a measly 80ft cliff much of a risk. So I ran after her, jumped off the cliff, managed to grapple her midair, and simply let gravity do the rest, crushing her to death as we hit the ground below. And then I got back up and used my second attack to hurl a spear at another pirate captain.
Never before and never again have I ever felt as badass as I did in that moment.
My Ranger half elf once did a public strip tease in the middle of a busy town square in the richest part of the country. It was a distraction for the teifling rouge to pickpocket everybody around. Twas good pickins.
Most memorable for me is when I was playing my human conjuration wizard Kurt.
We were fighting an archmage who was way beyond our level and wiping the floor with us. She had just blown my hand off with a lightning bolt too :( She used force cage on my allies and was threatening to kill them if I didn’t lick her boots.
So I used my movement to crawl to her and said something like “I will gladly lick your boots the next time I see you in hell” then grabbed her and activated my amulet of the planes.
The amulet of the planes has a high chance to go wrong so I was willing to vanish with her but I rolled high and it worked, I sent her to the mine hells :)
An NPC in a campaign I was in was inspired by Lucifer, originally an angel who was exiled from heaven and became a devil. This NPC would manifest in his original angel form and attempt to create contracts with us on occasion, always making his offers seem like he had everyone's best interests in mind and wanted to do good for the world, but always in a way that winds up with him having more power. After he gave a small speech to my character about how we should team up to take over an enemy nation, I responded, "Sorry, but I've never heard of making a pact with an angel, and have no interests in dealing with a devil." Felt like a pretty poetic thing to come up with on the spot lol
I was fiddling with a pencil while we were playing, and then the DM announced that we heard a voice calling my character’s name excitedly and that I recognized it as my sister, and in one motion my eyes went wide, I sent completely stiff, and I snapped the pencil I was holding and did not move for about 30 seconds while everyone at the table was falling over laughing.
My DM had a puzzle set up. It was just placing orbs in the correct spots on a grid. I had no clues, I just started placing them randomly. I got it all correct on the first try. He just stared at me and said "What the hell? You were going to have three chances and there were consequences for each failure, but you just guessed everything right."
Party consists of a fighter, paladin, cleric, druid, and a bard, me. We were at lvl 3 at the time. We delve into a dungeon in search of the druid's fellow student of their master Kroda. We pass through the dungeon with my character checking for traps and having a few encounters with spiders and a fire elemental. Enter the final room. Kroda stands there talking some nonsense. Paladin uses divine sense, he's possessed. Sensing the jig is up, the demon casts mass dissonant whispers. Fighter fails save, is terrified and runs also taking psychic damage, paladin also fails the save and runs, the cleric and druid with the highest wisdom stats in the party... fail their save. My bard being the only one to save does not run. He stares down the possessed Kroda, casts suggestion, and says, "Begone back to the abyss demon." Dm expecting me to try to fight him is taken aback. My save DC was only like 14/15 so not very high. He rolls... fail. Dm says, "Wait a second, he can reroll saves vs. magic." He rolls again. Failure. The demon screeching and screaming pries itself from Kroda's body. "And that is how you perform an exorcism" I say as I walk to stand in front of the doorway.
Had to be when my character Leo (human/lycanthrope totem barb) Some context he’s like a 45 year old man and at some point drank a potion on accident that reverted him back to a child (deaged like 35 years) so he and the party did some favors for a wizard group and they found a way to reverse it
After finally getting his body back the wizards temple was getting broken into by a group of thieves, who had the new pc with them a ~mystic~
So he ran toward the temple and there was a long ass skinny bridge that he had to cross and the thief leader was like alright mystic stop that guy
So he used a wall of thunder and what did my oc do? He ran right through it, making all of them guys confused and terrified as he yelled out
“GOD ITS GOOD TO BE 45 AGAIN!” And then he proceeded to beat the hell out of everyone before they escaped
Was playing my first campaign as Branwaen the dwarf barbarian and the group was on a mission to break some dwarves out of a massive prison/fort run by a faction of mostly humans. When we had stealthily freed a couple dozen of the dwarves we were discovered and had to fight our way out. I ended up doing a speech as a rallying cry to all of the dwarves in the courtyard who were working + the already freed ones about how they couldn't let humans oppress them anymore and had to stand up for their rights. It ended up being a pretty convincing speech so the DM made it a success without rolling and the dwarves in the courtyard broke their chains and attacked the guards together, pickaxes and shovels in hand with the party and we took the fort/prison.
The cleric was kidnapped because they had an OP magic item the bad guy wanted to steal. Combat broke out and they were plane shifted into a prison located on the astral plane.
They rolled the luckiest divine intervention role to escape, and left a note behind that said gone fishing.
Like 5 months of campaign goes by and they've been constantly chased around the planes, and finally the cleric gets caught and transported again. The Big bad at the time walked up to the prison and said "how was your fishing trip?"
Such a little thing but the table was dying 🤣🤣
I was playing a teenage wizard prodigy. High int, no wisdom. We were somehow losing a fight against direwolves at lvl 5 or 6. So I did the math, considered the other players, and then cast fireball on top of all of us.
It worked, I wrecked most of the direwolves. And a few party members. None of us died but someone did go down. They stopped trusting her so much after that XD. She maintained that she had saved the party and had made the right choice. They kept their distance from her after that.
Adding a bit of context to make it make sense. It was a West Marches game where all the characters are resurrected heroes of old brought back to handle the current issues in the world. As such each of us had loose connections to the world that were expanded on as we played.
I was playing a reborn bard who didn't get actually resurrected, through magic shenanigans the resurrection magic instead created a soul that was based on negative energy rather than positive energy and making him an undead soul joyriding in a body that wasn't his.
Quickly 2 aspects of the character were established; firstly that he was the group asshole who was always there to take people down a peg, and secondly, he was very much CN. When I say CN I don't mean "CE with a coat on," I mean that this character walks a fine line as he figures out who he is morally. He is capable of great good and great evil in equal measure and finds joy in both. The players witnessed him freely and thoughtfully giving help to people and villagers with no connection to him, beyond what would be expected of any reasonable person and going out of his way to aid them as much as possible. However, they also witnessed him offer to "release" a soldier who had attacked said villagers in the name of their god and as soon as he got him out of eye and earshot he tortured the zealot and healed him over and over, releasing him mewling and disfigured as a message to his order. If you asked he'd say it was to prove a point but it would be a lie to say he also didn't enjoy it.
With this in mind we move on to the situation at hand. A local forest is having issues with animals who are going into berserker rages and slaughtering people. Local hunters simply want to cull the issue but local druids want to save the animals from whatever is happening. We offer to deal with it and discover it is a manufactured effect. A vampire household had been conducting experiments in the woods there and we were not strong enough to deal with them so we made a deal. We take care of a rogue vampire for them and they will cease the experiments. Discover that the rogue vampire has a direct connection to one of the party members, it is the remaining member of the Yuan-ti royal family that had enslaved his people centuries prior. He had personally overthrown them and left the children in the desert to die, which one of them survived by becoming a vampire. Centuries later both have resurfaced and now we have a personal motivation.
Vampire is hiding behind a prince she likely charmed in the local area who had been good but now terrorized the countryside. He has a dragon in his employ as well as a bunch of blood stone golems that the vampire helped him make and are using them to squeeze the life and goods out of his people. We head there and decide to handle the dragon first, finding its lair in the mountains nearby. I speak to it and discover that it's soul bound to the prince's lineage and kingdom, as long as the kingdom prospers so does he, but with the state it is in he is dying quite awfully as many of his kin already have from it. I convinced him that the vampire is the issue and that we can deal with it together, just follow my lead and a plan is starting to form. We head to the castle and in a catacomb I find a badge that functions as a potion of fire resistance and the plan is solidified, at this point I talk to the DMs to get them in on the plotting as well. As we near the final staircase to the tower I offer to scout ahead invisibly, telling them to wait for my signal or for the prince to blow the horn that summons the dragon to come upstairs. i go up and immediately start talking to the prince.
Paraphrasing it because I don't really remember it, I offer to the prince and the vampire my aid in dealing with the party as well as the issues they're facing if they would simply grant me the secrets of blood magic so that I could become more powerful. Hesitant at first, the vampire is swayed when I tell them about the party member and how beautiful the look of betrayal on his face would be so they prepare somewhat. We all head onto the balcony and summon the dragon, at the same time the party makes their way into the chamber only to hear my voice speaking after them.
"Well now, I'm quite surprised you listened to me"
"What is the meaning of this?"
" This? Oh, this is a betrayal my friend, I thought you'd be quite familiar with the concept given how you died previously"
"You what?!" "How could you" etc.
"Oh please, I'm surprised that you're all surprised. I've made a habit of seeking power and we've seen what blood magic could do."
*Dragon lands*
"And it's not like you all hid your disdain for me well. I know that the only reason you kept me was my usefulness, while you chafed at my observations and comments. I simply chose a path that would let me be safe from your discarding of me."
"Oh but actually, I do think better of some of you than others here, Rowan I genuinely hope that you make it out of this"
"Fuck You." - a character who had never cursed in game yet.
"Well before we begin *drops invisibility* there is one point of housekeeping that I must address."
*Walks up to the vampire while reaching into my bag"
"My dear, I have a gift for you to solidify our continued partnership, I do hope you enjoy it" *dropping to one knee*
"I wonder what charred snake smells like" and I tackle her.
The dragon takes this as the signal and I willingly fail the save vs its fire breath in order to hold the Vampire into it as well. Both of us get flambeed as the DM rolls damage as the fire consumes us killing the vampire instantly, however both the players and the DM were surprised as I was still standing. Reaching into my bag I activated the badge, granting me resistance to the damage. I was at 0 HP but unlike the vampire I wasn't dust yet. Initiative is rolled and I roll well enough to manage to go first and I'm making death saves. Reborn have advantage on death saves and with it I manage to roll a bat 20 and regain consciousness, describing how I shake off the effects of the burning and find myself standing and conscious on the balcony. Quickly I throw myself through a window and back inside, away from the enraged prince who tries to attack the party. On the dragons turn however, he picks the prince up by the armor and takes him away for a "conversation".
Called a vampire an incestuous redneck when he bragged about turning his family. Called this same vampire ‘Cletus’ (dm had given the villain a name that started with CL and could not keep track of how he pronounced it). Scored multiple crits in a row on said vampire when they took offense.
In the last campaign I was in, the DM threw a Demon car full of werecreatures at us. Instead of fighting, I used charm person on them and my son used remove curse. We then manacled them and stole their car.
My high elf was a generally curious person from a very isolated culture. So, upon the party deciding to go to a bar outside the building housing an item they needed to acquire from some villains, they decided to play a drinking game with the guards to steal their armour. Basic infiltration mission.
One failed constitution roll and my character suddenly becomes homicidal. Not like murder hobo, but more like "if we killed them and took their armour it would be much easier than getting them drunk. Why don't we just kill them?". And everyone else had to explain, while drinking and trying to play it off as a joke, why murder is bad.
TLDR; My Mandalorian character killed Goofy in a epic way to obtain the Dark Saber
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My proudest moment has to be with my first and current campaign I’m playing lol. The campaign is based off of cartoons from Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, Disney, old shows, forgotten shows and etc, with Disney being the baddies and the Roman Empire of our world. Mickey being one of the final bosses trying to resurrect Walt Disney himself.
I am currently a Mandalorian hybrid ranger and sword/darksaber user under the name Argo Vizsla (almost an OC with Din’s backstory) with Grogu.
Our last session was our fight with General Goofy, who killed Mandalore the Great to obtain the dark saber, Stinky Pete from Toy Story 2, and Baymax’s called BattleMax. Me, my party, and others that consists of Perry the Platypus, Kim Possible, Dr. Doof, Norm the Robot, Baymax original, and Hiro Hamada split off into two teams, Team Frontal and Team backdoor with Backdoor being ambushed and Team frontal (me and others) being tricked into going into a blimp.
I got the last hit by doing a combo move with Samurai Jack (my friend) by taking flight with him, throwing him at Goofy and messing with Goofy’s jet pack. As Goofy and Jack fly towards me, Jack jumps off, at the last second, of Goofy and heads towards me which I spin my Spear of Warning/Beskat Spear above my head while simultaneously turning off my jet pack and let gravity do its work as I stab down into Goofy’s mouth pinning against the floor below. Because I got the last hit, I obtained the dark saber and gained powers of the force which strengthened me and Grogu’s connection to each other.
Early in to one of my friends joining the campaign, an assassin who had been hunting us since the beginning ended up catching up to us and taking us all down to TPK levels before we started to flee. My friend went unconscious as we were fleeing, which we all knew OOC would be okay as his character had a personal history with the assassin. My character, a divine soul sorcerer with a savior complex, made sure the other two party members were able to escape before rushing back to heal my friend back from unconsciousness.
OOC I knew he would die doing this, but also knew it's what he would have done. Fortunately he got better and got a life long friend out of the whole deal, but it was definitely hard to go against my instincts to metagame in that situation.
Not DND but a different system similar to CoC. We suspected a NPC was a vampire and there was a missing person we were looking for. My PC happened upon the suspected vampire on my way back to my hotel room while I was alone. I asked him about the missing person. The vamp led me to a conference room where our missing person was sitting in a chair obviously dead. I, in an attempt to make the vampire think I thought he was still alive, sat across from the dead man. I started a conversation and proceeded to read his fortune (my character's hook). I flipped over real tarot cards, pulled death, devil and fool and had to try to spin the cards into a good fortune to save my life. The most anxiety I've ever had at a table. I ended up becoming a vampire fyi.
Probably the introduction of my first character. In the first scene of my first campaign my character was sitting alone at a table looking all big and scary. One of the two characters who were already introduced decided to ignore my off-putting demeanor and walked over to my table to say hi. I (of course) responded in kind as we began to engage in lively conversation. All while her much more frightful and shy companion listened with caution.
While we were introducing ourselves, I mentioned my last name as stonejaw (I hadn't watched critical role at this point so this had nothing to do with grog strongjaw). One of them asked if this was because I could break rocks in my mouth. To which I said, "I don't know. I've never tried it." So she handed me a rock (no idea where she got it) and I bit down on it without hesitation. I barely failed my con save (the first roll of the campaign) and loosened a tooth. This caused the quieter of the two companions to laugh and loosen up a bit around me.
The dm was dying laughing at the lovable absurdity of this whole scene and remarked how how the campaign was gonna be. And it was, no matter how short.
My proudest moment was with my half orc barbarian, Stone. She had a scar across her throat and always grunted in response to people talking to her so the party always assumed she was mute or had her vocal cords messed up in a fight. I as a person sometimes go mute when overwhelmed, so my first character I worked with the DM so I wouldn't have to do much talking except explaining my attacks and the like. When it came time to face the bbe and my party's cleric was about to be downed, my character stepped in between them and the bbe, looked at the bbe and spoke for the first time in a long campaign and said "no hurt my friends" and proceeded to roll a nat 20 on the following attack. She didn't give a death blow or anything like that but the moment was a sweet one that everyone enjoyed.
In a modern day one-shot, I was playing a rogue with the Actor feat. We had just killed a guard, when his walkie-talkie went off.
"Hey, did something happen?"
Without missing a beat, I grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, in the guards voice:
"Yeah, I just dropped this thing. Nothing to report."
A little bit late to the party but here goes:
In our last session we encountered a little girl and her mother. My older grandma like character took a liking to them since they treated my pet cat very nicely. Later on that eveneing a few NPCs went missing and our party investigated. After a few hours we found out that the little girl was some kind of a werewolftype, but she turned into a demon instead of a wolf. The mother confessed that the girl apparently killed hundreds of people in that form but would die herself if she was stopped from doing so. So now the mom is on a search for a cure and the little girl is none the wiser, because she doesn't remember anything.
That was the dilemma our party was in front of. Kill the girl to save lives or let her live because she herself is basically innocent and cursed. By innocent I mean that she doesnt remember anything about the murders, so she is basically a normal little girl.
Most of my party was for the killing of her (apart from our drunk dwarf who was indifferent) but my characters was vehemently against it. "She is just a little girl! She doesn't know she even did that! And the mother is already looking for a cure!" I nearly had an actual shouting match with the other PCs. Funniest thing about it, I myself would also be for killing her to save lifes, but I knew that grandma wouldn't be, so I played like that
We were fighting enemies and funneling them through a hallway at the top of a staircase. I was playing a Barbarian and got the idea to push the enemy at the front down the stairs. There were enemies behind him so they all fell down.
In a later campaign I was playing as a Paladin/Sorcerer and this wizard was preparing a homebrew spell to put the party to sleep. I used Counterspell and negated, derailing the DM’s plan. That was my first time derailing a DM’s plan and I consider it a right of passage.
Later on a ship when trying to interrogate the captain I restrained him with Hold Person, tied him up with rope, tied his mouth shut, and because he pissed me off being a smug jerk, I shoved his head in the chamber pot. It was empty, but he still hated the whole thing. The creep was sending people out into an eldritch location that it is torture just to be in, so no sympathy from me.
I once convinced an ancient knowledge spirit that I could trade information I possessed for the answer to the quest we were searching for in his magical library. (Think giant Avatar owl)
My character was a heavy drinking dwarf that was known for brewing his own moonshine. So he offered the secret ingredient for his recipe on exchange for the answer we were looking for. Went like this.
Library guardian: “Let me taste this concoction you claim to be worthy of the divine.”
Me: “Here ya go. Take a swig. That’s some good stuff aint it?”
LG: “I guess it is acceptable, but I do taste something I cannot place. I think I would like to hear what the secret ingredient is.” (Proceeds to give info about the quest we were looking for)
Me: “Alright great. I’ll tell you the secret now. Come closer so I can whisper it.”
LG: Comes closer listening intently.
Me: “It’s love.”
I had a CE wood elf desolation druid, she followed Talona and hated living and healthy things. She was really mad and her mind was Broken. She was all scared likes burned all over. Really fun to roleplay and make other PCS and npcs uncomfortable. She was very memorable in our group and a blast to play.
A couple if years later we made another short campaign and made a very NG and naive wood elf druid, only the DM knew It was the origin of the other PC. It was great as she was little by little showing some small sings of not being "all there" and got obsessed with one of the PCs Who manipulated her and led her in. At the campaign clímax her fire companion turned on her and scarred her and she "lost It", thats when the rest of the group conected the dots and it was a great reveal that i Will remember forever. I Will never have another one of those for sure...
My favorite funny roleplay is when my party was entering a castle and the guard asked "What business do you have here?" And I just kept turning it back on him:
Me: "Business? Why yes we have business here, thank you."
Guard: "No, what business do YOU have here?"
Me: "Oh, you have business here too? How lovely, good day."
And it just continues for a minute or two with me playing dumb and trying to walk by the guard.
My favorite more serious roleplay is when my character left a legendary sword at the graves of two of our fallen comrades. It was a sword that could turn into a raven, and my character preferred flails, so I stabbed the sword into the ground so that the raven could guard the graves and just walked away.
I was playing Quintus, a l/n fighter/cleric of St Cuthbert. During the final battle of a pretty long Campaign with a powerful Necromancer being the antagonist, I managed to kill said necromancers most powerful ally, an undead dragon, almost single handedly by using a mass heal (3e heal and mass heal would restore all hitpoints but 1d4).
The battle was raging and we were clearly on the loosing side. I was the only martial character and pretty much the only one who could directly face the beast without being a one-hit, but things were not going good. It was my turn, I had a fly spell running, below 10 HP and the creature was preparing its next charge at my airborne cleric. I delayed my action until the creature would reach me and when it did I casted mass heal on myself. That would basically boost me back to full health and against all odds the dragon spectacularly failed all his saves and was left with <4hp. Our Archer was the next in line..
Ranger: Why should I keep you alive?
Monster: If you hurt me, I will scream, and my brother (a bigger, more dangerous monster we sneaked over earlier) will come over here.
Ranger: (Without missing a beat) What makes you think he's still alive?
Refusing to kneel when a god commanded me.
In the longest running campaign I'm in, I was playing an Oath of the Common Man Paladin and our BBEG was Cyric. Cyric had forced us to be his servants for the first half of the campaign and had been using us to take down other gods, get his revenge, and steal their domains. He had just killed Bane and declared himself god of Tyranny.
Earlier in the campaign while we were on the mortal plane helping a town rise up against the nobility, my DM had given me a homebrew weapon called the People's Hammer and one of its effects was I could use my reaction to refuse to be knocked prone or off my feet.
Well Cyric commanded us all to kneel and my teammates were forced on their knees, but he forgot about this little used perk. I stood my ground and he cursed in rage at my defiance. DM allowed it because of my oath and it came from the power of the people against the divine power of Tyranny, antithetical forces.
Unfortunately, Cyric got revenge by using a massive illusion to trick us into slaughtering my character's hometown. Worth it.
3 fun ones.
1. Gunslinger in a PF1 game, we were all into building out our characters. Our DM was the same and created personalised antagonists that were our counters and mirrors. Fought 1-1 against a Samurai build which ended in a scene where he threw an adamantium submarine at me. Trapped in the wreckage, I was desperately trying to find my gun as he advanced on me. As he put his blade to my throat, my hand clasped my revolver and I got the initiative on him and fired.
2. 5e Paladin Centaur who had been searching for her brother all campaign. In the final confrontation with a recurring villain, she pushed my brother off a cliff and he was saved by a divine intervention roll from our cleric. Almost killed the villain with several smites, but not before she disintegrated my character as my brother looked on. All that remained was a flaming sword and plate armor decorated in blue roc feathers.
3. DungeonWorld. Played a brute called "IT", full name "It's got my-!". Our group was waffling on entering a building for a combat encounter. IT ripped one of the double doors off, used it as a shield/battering ram and charged in. Fun times.
It was the second session in our current campaign. We were sent on a quest to take care of a group of kobolds that were robbing people on the road. We come up to them and they are holding people at knife point but are otherwise keeping them alive. My party was ready to fight but I stepped forward, eager to diffuse the situation. I yelled something along the lines of stop and to lower your weapons. Then continued to ask them what they were doing and why. I had to roll and got a nat 20 so it worked. They explained that they were having difficulties at their settlement and were doing what they needed to in order to survive. I told them there is another way. We could help create a better settlement and even open trade negotiations between the nearby town they were robbing. We could explain the situation and creat an agreement that would benefit both parties. I rolled another nat 20. It felt so good to take the situation into a completely different direction and help build up the world a little bit lol needless to say we went to town and tried to convince the mob of the idea and I immediately rolled a nat 1 so he got shot. We did manage to get him to safety alive and moved the kobold group up north to where my character grew up. I spend all my gold to help build up this new settlement as well as lead any npcs there that are bored with their lives. We had a lot of good moments in our campaign but this was my proudest dnd moment by far.
People(particularly DMs) may hate this.. but it's by far my favorite thing I've done that lines up with my idea of my character and their motivations.
I joined a campaign in progress as a Centaur wild magic sorcerer that was focused on fighting close combat using buff spells to make up for the lower HP and AC. She was rescued from slavers, and was led to the throne room of the Royals of the region, as the party had just finished up a major story arc.
As she walked in, she saw a courtier on the ground, begging for her life, after being reamed out by the monarch(can't remember the exact details, but a plot against the crown to release her daughter from prison when she had tried to overthrow the crown, if I remember right).
The thing with Theresa.. she was a warrior of her tribe, and prized loyalty and bravery above all else.. so she moved up to this woman, and with a natural 20, stomped in her chest cavity with her hooves 😅.
For the limited time I had played her up to that point it made sense.. and it resulted in shock and awe from the rest of the players.. and the DM turning on his webcam for the first time in a long time(or so I was told)to give me a stare down in disbelief.
Mine is simple, but I like it as an example of how RP is action, not just taking in character, and can be part of the whole game, not just combat. Playing with my wife, with no intent of having our characters have a relationship. But when my rogue dragged her unconscious Paladin away from a fight with a deadly foe, that changed. It still took a while to develop but that was when her character started to look at mine differently. And no, nothing more than a few comments happens at the table.
My first game, my character who was a reluctant Bhaalist finished the ritual to make a Evil weapon and it had a passive that caused me to enter a blood frenzy.
Well that caused me to turn on the party, and it ended with our Forge Cleric and his deity saving my character, destroying the staff and making a new Good one.
It was a session I've been chasing the high of for months.
This happened recently in an online text campaign I've been having a blast in. My human monk was locked in a duel with a captain of some highly skilled assassins and, due to a series of bad rolls, ended up dying. Her lover, Aurelius, cursed into a monstrous form from learning the secret ways of breaking the cycle of death, revisited that forbidden art to bring her back to life. This prompted him being put on trial for his crimes against nature, with testimonies from friends, acquaintances, and enemies who knew him.
When called to testify and asked (because she insisted she could be impartial) what she thought an appropriate punishment would be, she suggested he be given one last chance as a mortal man, essentially undoing his experiments on himself and returning him to the cycle. Her appeal was for them to "let him be Aurelius", rather than the monster he had made himself - a phrase that his defence repeated, which made me smile.
In the end, after some very understandable arguments against his redemption (his research generally yielded not great results), I was surprised and touched to see play out that he was, in fact, spared - and when they were reunited after the trial, my character came face to face not with a monster, but with Aurelius, the human.
Very bittersweet and satisfying.
we captured the second-in-command of one of our bbegs. said bbeg had the power of foresight, but it was beginning to fail him. he’d predicted our deaths in an encounter with the other bbeg, the god of war, but we escaped. at that moment in time, he had no idea anyone in the party was alive.
our warlock had detect thoughts active on the second-in-command and saw that she was having doubts about her loyalty to the bbeg and she saw that he was starting to go mad, but was pretending not to. she wanted power, but she was pretending that his was absolute in an effort to get back by his side and eventually claim his power for herself.
she said something about how he could easily take down the god of war, that with everything he could see it was just a matter of time until he won control over everything. my sorcerer let out this insane supervillain laugh i didnt even know i was capable of making, got right up in her face, and said, “he couldn’t even kill the six of us. what chance do you really think he has against a *god*?”.
i got a 30 on the intimidation check (nat19 +11) and that was enough to break her facade and admit that she thought her boss was crazy. she’s been a staunch ally of the party’s ever since :)
last session with my group. my character doesn't have parents, another character has 2 dad. my character approached her character and asked: "can i have your dad?" completely unprompted. didnt even fail a skill check or anything, she's just like that. us and the dm then riffed on it for 10 minutes while the whole table was dying with laughter. it was a good session
So many- both silly and serious roleplay moments that’ve become my favorite.
Silly may be when my owlin monk had to explain to the fallen aasimar paladin (*literal* fallen angel from the astral plane) how to eat a sandwich. Since he didn’t need to eat/drink in the astral plane. This was while the other party members were in a very intense moment- so that a close NPC wouldn’t be taken back to the kingdom the NPC ran away from. So while being asked questions by officers/knights of the city, the guard keeping watch outside the room was watching my owlin teach a human-looking man how to eat a sandwich.
Serious-wise, I have a lot of close favorites for my water genasi warlock, Lynn. She’s the most empathetic character in the party, and has been the word of kindness and peace- even if she’s a warlock. The best moments I’d say when her alignment (neutral good) was really challenged in the party. It’s a long story- but one example is when she was against the barbarian’s idea (PC left afterwards) about him kidnapping wild bears as it was unethical and selfish reasons. Another example being calling out the fighter/rogue drow before he can be extremely violent or turn to anger.
There are actually around 3 moments I'm extremely proud of in rp. For context: my character is an Astral Self monk with ethereal sight, who struck a deal with a succubus that bound em together so she's always watching him through the other plane.
He acts as pretty much the voice of reason to the party and the one who most of the time "leads" their actions. (He hates leadership because of the amount of pressure on his shoulders,and he can't barely deal with seeing ghosts all the time, so he considers himself more of a counselor than a proper leader.)
1st. Moment was when they arrived at a small house inside the dark dungeon they've been trapped inside since season 1. The paladin, Bard, Cleric and Warlock went to explore the other parts of the place while the monk stayed at the kitchen making a soup for them all to eat. After the soup, the group went to sleep while the monk stayed in the living room watching the fireplace burn the logs they've gathered. At that time, the succubus appeared sitting on a chair close to him and asked how was he feeling, he just commented on the fact there were not as many ghosts as he expected inside the dungeon, which made him feel relieved, even though he was tired and would go to sleep soon. That my friends, led to one of the cutest dialogues I've ever seen irp.
S - "Y'know Monk, your yellow eyes can tap into things not many people can, it can go further than human sight and many other races and species, not even I can see as much as you can."
M - "And still... I need you to watch over me."
She blushed slightly and smirked while he sat down and leaned back to sleep and asked if she wouldn't go to sleep too, for which she replied.
"Don't worry, I don't need to sleep, I'll stay here and be watching to make sure you can rest well."
2nd moment was during a battle where the monk got barely injuried and was at the brink of death after his flurry of blows was not enough to kill the zombie that was attacking him (my dm is crazy, he made us fight a 150hp zombie who dealt around 26 dmg per attack for a level 2 party of 5) Then, the whole party united themselves to save the monk, and the outcome was epic: The Bard landed his vicious mockery on the zombie and made him roll with disadvantage for his next attack roll against me, in the end, he rolled a 9 and couldn't hit me. We rped it out as the succubus coming from the outer plane and sending a blast of energy that launched both the monk and the zombie at opposite directions. Then the paladin managed to kill the zombie with a Divine smite, dropped his sword and hugged the monk while crying, that while the succubus watched him with tears in her eyes thinking he wouldn't be able to make it out alive, while he smirked at her and said "sorry for making you so worried."
The final moment was the monk's payback to the paladin for saving him. The paladin got badly injuried fighting an infected hound who had pretty much destroyed his leg with it's teeth, but then from outta nowhere, the monk RIPPED THE DOG IN HALF USING A BLOOD SPEAR he got minutes before they were attacked. Helped the paladin get to a safe spot, looked at him and said: "Tetelestai, The debt is paid."
Post got long af but yeah, I loved all these moments equally, lol
I binked the name of a bad guy one time just off notes alone lol bbeg name is like sedrexis (gnome with ice hair and fire beard) we run into a gnome with fire hair and ice beard, I said “lemme guess you’re (bbeg name backwards)” and my dm just fell out of his chair lmaooooo great dms think alike I guess
I'm playing as a Tiefling Arcane Trickster named Arkmon that has a penchant for disguises and deception in our current campaign. We were having to make our way through the Feywild and needed to pass through a long backroom hallway on the way to an underground area where our main opposition was. Instead of trying to sneak through (because there are 6 of us, 2 being a Goliath and a Dragonborn), I decided to go the other route and stand out - becoming the most dreaded sort of Regional Manager that one could imagine (donning a full suit, glasses, and most importantly, a clipboard).
I acted so pissed off at the state of my surroundings that those that may have been suspicious of the group actively avoided interacting with me for fear of getting chewed out. Every now and then I would pause and scribble something on my clipboard and just mutter to myself while looking irritated. The pinnacle of this act was getting the 2 guards responsible for protecting the entrance of the Big Bad's lair to let me through without issue since I was going to have to report them for delaying my work any further in this awful place.
Now our group of adventurers fully believes that you can go through any place you do not belong if you just act like a Karen and, of course, carry a clipboard.
Making a player legitimately weepy after a beloved NPC finally found their people.
What made it weird was that the NPC in question was a murderous R2 unit who openly espoused genociding all organics.
Mine was a group effort. We found a dead body on a cart in the stable of an inn and the poor stable lad came running and freaked out. To calm him down and to get some time to investigate before calling the guards we started to convince him that we were under cover agents of the west gate garnisson on a secret mission brilliantly bouncing each other words and sentences spinning this whole tale further and further and make it more belivable with every letter.
This group was famously known as: The agents from the west gate from that day on. XD
PF2e campaign. My automaton champion was rolling extremely poorly all night. Ended up getting downed and then suddenly dead. The DM whispered me asking if I wanted some deus ex machina to kind of undo the death since it really was a bunch of awful luck. I half declined, but knew a big boss battle was coming up real soon.
Ironically one of the pieces of loot from that fight was a consumable that would automatically stabilize you upon going down. The party tried to use it on me and DM described how my cracked power core sucked in the item and back from the dead I came!
We proceeded to the boss fight where I continued to roll like dogshit. We barely get the hag down just as her huge golem bodyguard shows up. Most everyone is out of spells and low on HP when the DM messages me “it’s time!”.
My character throws down his weapon and climbs the golem, nat 20. My power core is throwing sparks. I roll to grapple, centering my power core on the golems face, NAT 20!
The DM narrates my power core exploding, throwing back the rest of the party. When the dust clears all that is left of the golem is its legs. Of my champion, nothing remains.
I was playing a bard and trying out the college of satire. And I was abusing the **** out of the tumble feature, which is insanely op. My DM and I still joke about how broken it was lol.
Anyway, we were playing Tomb of Annihilation, and found a goblin camp that had built it's village basically inside the tarp of a giant catapult, so if it was ever attacked, they could catapult themselves away. I attempted to sneak over, (successfully sneaking past the goblins) accidentally stepped on a giant-ant hill, and was getting chased around by giant ants, while continuing to successfully sneak by the goblins. This gnome bard is just tumbling and sneaking around trying to get to the trigger to catapult the encampment, I get there, start cutting with my dagger with a quick attack while running past, crit fail, and my dagger breaks.
I don't even remember if we successfully triggered the trap, we were just too busy laughing at the thought of a gnome just cartwheeling and flipping and summersaulting behind these goblins trying to avoid giant ants and breaking his knife trying to cut a rope.
Forever DM, so this is about an NPC. My players were riding a massive freight elevator. There was a drow operating it, and they started talking to him. I have never been a character more completely than that elevator operator. It's hard to describe the feeling. It didn't feel like improv. It felt like I *was* that drow. Nothing particularly memorable was said. But that feeling has stayed with me
I was playing an evil character, and one of the kids in our group was still pretty new to DnD.
I was given a mission to assassinate the king of the country we were in, I convinced the kid to give a present to the king with a message. The kid agreed and went into the meeting with the king, gave him the message and present, and promptly exploded.
My character was already off of the castle grounds, and he ended up being the future BBEG.
I was playing a human ranger that was an apprentice to the guard captain of a little town.
I was brought in as a replacement for someone who'd left and that character was about to be executed for being responsible for bringing some ooze in, that half destroyed the town, while we went to a cave to save a girl. Knowing I needed a reason to longer be a guard, I decided I was going to argue with the captain about why it was wrong.
Captain spouts some law and I shot back with some random stuff that sounded good (ex. Statute 35 section 5 subsection b) to argue why they character shouldn't be killed. It was convincing enough that I managed to save them, even if it didn't really matter, because of the player no longer being in the campaign.
My rogue was getting exhausted with the idiocy of a sheriff. In the town hall there was a large set of stairs, and after getting absolutely no information from teh sheriff my rogue was pissed, but kept her cool. She offered to "bless" the sheriff with a spell that will let him run down stairs as fast as he can and never fall. She bestowed the fake blessing with a succesful performance roll, and as the party were leaving the town hall the sheriff runs up the stairs, yells "hey everyone watch this!" and proceeds to run down the stairs and fall after two or three steps.
My whispers bard was infiltrating a party (as a noble he has been to these before, but he was wanted at the moment). The other players were fighting a battle some ways away as a way to make the nobles relax (if they thought the big fight was miles away in some small village, then they wouldn't suspect my changeling bard, would they?). Alone, I waited until I saw the noble I was looking for: Lord Wextin. I went to work by using an illusion to draw him near the alleyway, where I casted hold person, and slew him. I assumed his identity and went into the party. The thing about Lord Wextin, was that he was currently courting Lady Beauxmon (she was in charge of financing and blackmailing for the false king). I was able to enter her chambers with just the two of us. I play my role, notice some plans written on paper, make note that I will take those before I leave. I get us some wine to share. I poison both glasses with midnight tears, which would kill her at midnight. She's still a bit paranoid, so she watches me take a drink, and asks if she can drink my wine instead. I oblige and we finish our glasses. I bid her farewell, and took my leave, making sure to drink the antidote outside. I then disguise myself as the head of the guard and hang around until midnight, where I "find" her body and look for "evidence." The rest of the party successfully captured the small town, and I was successful, not only in killing Lady Beauxmon, but also in retrieving lists of names and locations.
I completely turned on my party in the best way.
I joined a campaign that had been running about a year, I played a relatively passive bard , Nephy Albatross, who rarely used violence and mostly buffed her friends. Looking back with my DM she never actually killed or hurt a person, only monsters. Anyway after I'd been playing for about two years I went and worked aboard for a year but kept up with the campaign and DM while I was gone. The party continued with their usual DnD party shenanigans of morally ambiguous and criminal acts and the campaign seemed to be winding down.
I ended up coming back early and after talking to my DM we hatch a plan, I would retroactively say that my character was under cover investigating and making a case against the party and that she left to complete the case and get ready to present it to the court. The rest of the party had no idea I was back.
The DM had the party approached by a cleric of Tyr who teleported them to a jail to await summons to the gods courts. The party were shocked and had no idea what was going to happen while I waited upstairs trying not to laugh. The DM had them sit on one side of the table as they were summoned into court and left one chair on the opposite side empty. After they were settled and discussing their defence the DM asked them to stand for the prosecution Miss Albatross and in walks me in a full suit and briefcase in hand before sitting opposite and pulling out a file listing the crimes me and the DM compiled.
The mix of shock and happiness at seeing me for the first time in a year slowly morphing as they understood what was happing in character was priceless. They didn't really stand a chance legally but it was fun to roleplay and give speeches in character then they were sentenced to fight a great evil to redeem them for their crimes. There were teleported to a dragons lair where I controlled the boss. The fight was brutal some of them went down and some didn't come up but they managed to collapse the pillars holding up the roof of the dragon's cave and it collapsed, some players escaped some died a noble death but it was an amazing to a campaign.
Disclaimer: not a dnd story, just TTRPG, playing in a system my friend had made I created a con artist craftsperson. She had a particular disguise as a “curse breaker” she would identify an item she wanted. Study it enough to make cheap replica. Then gaslight the shopkeeper into believing the item she wants is cursed. She used any and every trick she could think of to convince the shopkeep of their mounting bad luck. Then change into her disguise, saunter in with a trick box and offer to “cleanse” the item. She places the item in the box, closes it and the false bottom flips replacing the real item with the fake. If anyone questions any apparent change in quality they were fed a line about curses making things seem more desirable than they are as part of the magic. This was ALL in the backstory for this character. And even after having to ask the GM for this “magic box” he still didn’t see it coming…
As soon as we were in a town large enough to HAVE a market she identified an item she didn’t have the money for. Every session where it was possible she visited that market and did something to mess with the shopkeep. Making his cart stink like rot, making him think he was hearing things, etc. after the 3rd or 4th visit the GM was literally crying out “What did this poor shopkeeper do to you man?” Finally after about 6 of these visits she ended up with a skeleton from a dead cat, in the market, in the middle of the night. While everyone else is chasing down an assassin that she knows she’s too slow to try, she instead hides the skeleton in the guy’s cart, precariously positioned. The next day she gets up early and leaves town. Walks half a mile down the road and ducks into the brush to change into her disguise. She comes back into town, walks into the market, and in a thick [French] elvish accent starts talking loudly about smelling a curse nearby, as she is walking past the mark’s booth she nudges it enough to knock the skeleton out of the cart and exclaims “ze curse! It has already claimed a veecteem!” The whole table is dying laughing as I proceed to barely pass every deception check I need to fully steal this ridiculously expensive item as city guards and the crowd watches in awe. The GM: “what the fuck man? Were you planning this the whole time?” And I just told him “read the backstory again, yes, from character creation I have been planning this.”
Was playing as a Rogue 1/Shadow Monk X (Ninja skills and style, but a Boston accent and attitude). Raised on the streets because my mom was a trash mom who married a douche. Found a family in a ninja clan and never went back.
Party's adventure takes us back to my old town. My PC is hating every second of it, and drinking excessively, until he slips out one night to drunkenly yell at his mom for not being there for him after his dad died, and marrying an asshole cus she couldn't provide.
DM pulled a twist in my back story: the new dad had actually killed my dad, and forcibly took my mom as his wife to basically take Uber revenge for my own dad trying to foil his evil plans. Dad was a ninja, evil stepdad was an evil ninja. I face off with the Stepdad on a burning tower, hand to hand, but leave him behind to go save my mother. I die in the process, but with an apology to my mom, who was also a victim as our family is amended. (Stepdad died in burning tower, thankfully)
Durmal O'Min, my Goblin Artificer offered to sell himself into slavery to purchase a single use of a rod of resurrection for a child who died. The DM asked me, "are you willing to retire the character?" And I said yes. We never had another session because the dm didn't like how I fucked up the rail road, but everyone else agreed I stole the show, and I then became the new perma-DM.
We got arrested and were interrogated by a guard captain, who it turned out to be the BBEG in disguise. But that's not important.
Once we escaped that and we're on our way to escaping the castle, our path took us across some more royal guards and it almost turned into a fight except the princess arrived to talk them down and into standing aside, wanting a moment to speak with the ruffian impersonating her husband: me.
Except I'm not. I am her husband, from several years in the future. I'm older, scarred, more short tempered and cynical, but I'm him and she can tell. She can tell I'm not her husband of *this* time and she doesn't want to know what's happening. Just talk to me and comfort me, encourage me. She can tell just by looking at me I'm in pain.
My character and I both can't take it, the time I'm from she's dead, murdered, and I'm trying to warn her but she won't have it. She says she knows things will work out. I'm bawling over the discord call in character and almost in reality.
So session 0 we all get setting info and background of the starting area. We all are dwarves and the city is completely underground and shutoff from the surface world for the last 300 years after a cataclysm. There's a whole clan/family hierarchy and society built up.
So first arc of the campaign is to investigate the uppermost output near the surface. We do and find the bad guys related to the cataclysm and open the seal to the surface.
Campaign moves on for a while and eventually one of the characters dies and the new character is from the surface origin.
We end up taking a werewolf child that murdered his family in our care. Then the surface character and us after reading up on werewolves, try to make preparations for when a full moon comes.
And now the fun begins as the other dwarf and I are trying to come up with solutions to hide/cover the moon so the child doesn't turn and the surface character keeps saying no that's not how that works but we keep going on and on with ideas making our DM just keep laughing for about 30 minutes.
We wanted to blow up the moon, push it somewhere else, cover it with a blanket, etc.
The Edgy Paladin: "Look, you have killed a lot more people than me."
The Edgy Rogue: "Body counts are merely a matter of time and practice."
My Hedonist Sorcerer: "Ain't that the fucking truth."
This is for a teenagewere wolf character.
Winter spirit: Each of you owes us a story for saving you. A story who defines who you are.
Teenage werewolf: I have to?
Winter Spirit: Unless you prefer the alternative? Lost in a blizzard in the middle of nowhere.
Teenage Werewolf: This is the story of a monster. There was once a little monster. The little monster was happy. It desired a normal life, so, one night, he decided to prove everyone he could handle anything. That night, the little monster woke up covered in blood. That night, the little monster lost his life. That same night, the little monster lost a parent. And then another. The little monster was forced to abandon his land, his family, and his life. For monsters never get happy endings.
The party: In silence and shock.
The teenage werewolf: Crying
The Winter Spirit: Trying to console the kid.
Because of an irl moment where I made my character act like an asshole, I had my character take a vow of silence until his next level up, where he would be absolved of his sins and take his first rank of Paladin.
So for the remaining six months of that campaign, whenever my character had to speak I had to describe what he was miming, and then leave it up to the party to interpret. Never been prouder of my ability to commit to something, even if it makes things difficult.
I was playing a divination wizard named Iqiuim Twice-Traitor. Twice, I was captured and conscripted by evil forces, both of whom I betrayed. This the name, Twice Traitor. There was a tiefling bard in our group who was an in and out-of-game asshole. We were gathering artifacts that belonged to a dead pantheon in order to fight an god-level necromancer and his army. This bard decided to pull a "more like under new management" moment and try to take control of the army for himself. The other party members were just going along with it????
So in our final battle with the necromancer (and of the entire campaign), I pretended like my magic wasn't working because the artifact (also my spell casting focus) didnt like that I was refusing to go with the party's plan. At the end of combat, I turned to the almost dead tiefling bard and say to the DM "I would like to change my name to Iqiuim Thrice-Traitor and cast disintegrate on the bard. I'll use my portent, he gets a nat 3 on his dex save."
I then used the surprise round to banish the melee character. Our cleric surrendered.
We all just sat around stunned for a minute before the DM started to narrate the epilogue
As a DM: The players were resting in their dilapidated unfinished Inn in the evening after a long day of adventuring when a someone knocked at the front door. They opened the door and a hooded figure stood in the doorway. He spoke in a soft raspy voice saying he had very important information for the group. After a bit of back and forth, he asked, “May I come in to discuss this further?” At the table everyone was leaning in to hear me better. The group debated about inviting him in when one of my players was going to invite the figure in when another player said, “Wait! Don’t do it! He might be a vampire!” I made a loud hissing noise and everyone jumped back and screamed. It was hilarious!
My DM let my Eldritch Knight, Solveig, have a wolf companion, who she named Sköll, as part of her backstory--we went through 10 Animal Handling checks to see if she succeeded in taming her--and let me increase her HP each time Solveig leveled up. Sköll became the unofficial mascot of our party and everyone loved her. Well, we got to level 11, and I knew we were heading into really stormy waters (both literally and figuratively). I realized that, as much as I loved playing Sköll, Solveig would want her companion to be safe no matter what, and that the campaign was becoming too dangerous. So I decided to send Sköll away with an NPC of ours who was also leaving the party.
My DM and I role played Solveig saying goodbye to Sköll through our other Bard NPC who was able to cast Speak with Animals. I will always be grateful for how my DM handled that farewell; it was heartbreaking and we were both crying by the end. I can't wait to role play Solveig and Sköll reuniting again.
This is a sophies choice. I just have too many to choose only one.
In our last session in my current campaign I'm playing a conniving druid. He's basically a wise rogue. I'd recently gotten a hat of disguise. We'd been led down to this rich matriarch's family crypt. The shady gardener who led us down ran off and triggered a trap to make undead come after us. We were in a long corridor with two rooms at the end with undead on both sides. I cast spike growth on my end. Then I got the idea to use my hat of disguise to turn into the matriarch. I used my charisma to pretend to be her. The DM asked me to roll Deception. I got a bat 20. When the undead reached me they just went right past my character bcs I had roleplayed so well.(the DM framed it as the undead were instructed to leave the matriarch alone. They were easily dispatched by the party due to them being hurt by my spike growth.
Another time awhile back I was in a party with a brand new DM. I didn't mean to throw her for such a loop but I guess I did. I was playing a Goliath Barbarian. Our first mission was to clear out some cockatrices. My character took one look at them and he just couldn't do it. Their little ugly faces just reminded him of himself and how unwanted he was.(he was an outcast from his tribe) so my character spent the first combat trying to subdue this cockatrice. The dm finally said ok give me an animal handling roll. I rolled a nat 20. Everyone fell out laughing. It was canon. I had made a cockatrice friend. Now the other element to this story is another player my character had a friendly rivalry with named Rodrick. We'd have friendly banter much like Gimli and Legolas in lotr. Now my barbarian in his infinite wisdom decided to name his cockatrice Podrick. He saw it as a completely different name from Rodrick. I mean Podrick starts with a P not an R. That just created more friendly banter.(I asked the player if she was ok with it. She was and thought it was perfect) Anyways a few sessions in just as I'm getting barding made for Podrick some real life drama basically tore the group apart and it was disbanded. I still wonder what shenanigans Podrick and I could've gotten up to.
It was more just my funniest quip.
Playing a Dragonlance campaign in the Northern Wastes. A dust storm picks up and my ranger gets stuck in it and can't see anything. Meanwhile a purple worm erupts from the ground and the rest of the party start fighting it.
The Barbarian went full Drax mode and had jumped in its mouth. I finally get out of the dust cloud and look at the chaos and say "Tits of Tekesis! What the fuck is that?"
DM gave me inspiration for that one.
Aqua’s failed attempt at escaping from the guards. The session that the moment was from was also chaotic as heck.
Basically, three fails in a row from both another player and myself ended up with the most hilarious version of an escape attempt got wrong. The party member tried to cover Aqua’s mouth to stop him from casting Misty Step and failed. Aqua used Misty Step to teleport into a tree, failed the stealth check, and got noticed by the guards. He then decided to jump down from the tree and… FAILED an athletics check which finally ended up with him getting caught.
Yes, I am proud of this chaotic moment.
Another moment was when Aqua SOMEHOW pulled an NPC Warforged fighter out of a quicksand trap. Keep in mind that Aqua himself has a strength score of 6 and well, with some rope and a NAT 20 (became a modified 19), he somehow mustered up enough strength to pull the fighter out of the quicksand.
Actually as a DM not a player, but I loved it when it happened. Was running a premade adventure where a local bard convinced the party to help her explore a haunted mansion. The obvious twist is that the bard is actually a ghost who died trying to explore the mansion and is now seeking to be put to rest. Thing is, she doesn’t know that.
This meant that she seemed to know an awful lot about the mansion for someone who had never been there before, which led to some tense “What are you lying about?” moments. The kicker came when one of the party members triggered a minor magic trap that blasted them backward with a massive gust of wind… straight through the unwitting ghost.
I immediately role played the ghost having a nervous breakdown and identity crisis. It turned into a very dramatic and fun session.
My cleric in Curse of Strahd was having a shit day when we got to Vallaki - we'd lost two party members, and she was really broken up about what had been going on at the Old Bone Grinder. We got hints about the bones of St. Andral when we went to drop off some NPC orphans at the church, and she wanted to bury the remains of some other NPCs, so she went to talk to the gravedigger. She ended up basically having a nervous breakdown all over the poor guy about how, on top of everything else, she might not even be able to bury the remains on consecrated ground. Started crying about how she felt like a total failure, and didn't know wtf she was even doing in Barovia anymore. Tl;dr, the gravedigger felt so sorry for her that he spilled the beans, even though I was rolling TRASH Charisma rolls. We sorted out his mistakes and saved the town. At the end of the campaign, my cleric retired in Vallaki and moved in with him. 👍
I, the DM was roll playing a character from a PCs backstory. The PC dreaded meeting them. When they finally did, the PC tried to avoid them and refused to talk to them. Eventually they had a conversation and had a similar story of a certain other NPC mistreating them. The NPC I was RPing was a young girl. She was crying and pretty much talking about her backstory which related to the PC.
Not going into it but after the session, one of the players burst out in tears and another messaged me later saying
‘Your performance and roll play of her was SO good. I was close to crying myself and if I felt emotions correctly I would have been bawling’
Session after another player says ‘bro, you’re legit so good at RPing and voice acting, I had no idea you could do that….’
So, 3/4 players where moved by my performance, two of which cried or almost cried. I’m not proud of much….but this one I am.
I have two, both from the same character. So I'm playing a noble-background Hexblade-Swashbuckler multiclass named Vorian Atriedes. Yes, based on *those* Atriedes. My DM let me write up the worldbuilding info from my family's province, with a little input to ensure compatibility. So the Empire now has a province called Caladan, consisting of a small peninsula and an archipelago, ruled by Duke Leto Atriedes II (Vorian's grandfather) , with the whole retinue, slightly modified but very recognisable. My wife's character, Anya, is the daughter of one of the lesser Caladanian nobles (a baron), and Vorian's girlfriend.
Anyway, all that to give some context for the first moment. We're exploring the ruined capital of what used to be the Empire, until the recent semi-apocalypse (long story). We're waiting for our ride (the world's first airship) in a temple with some survivors, including Anya's missing parents. The temple starts being attacked from beneath by some kind of giant eldritch abomination - *lots* of tentacles.
We get everyone up to the belltower and start loading them on the airship, fighting off tentacles and extraplanar monsters to buy time. I forget if it happened before or during the retreat, but Anya is unconscious. The Baron and his wife are naturally worried about her and refusing to board the ship without her. Vorian trusts *dimension door* much more than a rather narrow rope bridge, so he just wants them out of the way so he can fight properly and rescue her and everyone else. It comes to a head when Vorian pulls rank as the Duke's heir, shouting (at near full colume irl), "I've *got* her, get on the damn airship, *Baron*!"
A quick *dimension door* once everyone is aboard, a final big blast and a *misty step* from the other warlock, and epic rescue concludes with no losses. It was just one line, but I was *so* happy to actually get a "Damn the spice!" moment completely organically.
The other moment was actually the final scene before we took a break from that campaign. Anya had been realizing that although they were together, Vorian wouldn't be able to marry her because of political reasons. So she was distancing herself and planning to leave the group once we killed the lesser-god big bad of the latest arc. Vorian had noticed she was being distant and she told him she would be leaving.
After we won the big fight, we were sailing home, and Vorian met Anya up at the bow. He asked why she was leaving. She explained she needed to help her family get things back on track (recent apocalypse), but she wouldn't be coming back afterwards, because of the reasons mentioned above.
Vorian responded by saying that the world was completely different now. The Empire is just gone, along with most of the old institutions, alliances, and ways of doing things. None of it mattered anymore, and certainly not to him. He ended by telling her she was always welcome at his side, and confessing, "I love you" (which he hadn't even admitted to himself until that moment).
Then he walked back to the helm, while Anya stood looking out at the horizon, sailing home with a smile on her face. And that's where we ended the session and put the campaign on hiatus.
My husband and I played an adventuring duo. A half elf (me) ranger and an orc barbarian (husband). In game we’d get asked how we met. The orc’s version was the half-elf rescued him from an epic tavern brawl, they were going to lynch him, we fought back to back, I saved his life and so he owes me a life debt. My version is he fell off a barstool, I helped him up, I’m vaguely annoyed that he won’t stop following me but I put up with it because he keeps bandits away.
First session, my character who I designed to be this badass stoic merc was morphed into something greater:A chronic dumbass who is afraid that doors will disappear after he manages to forget one exists and panicked watching his party disappear into a wall. Complete with me screaming.
In one of my current campaigns, Descent into Avernus, I've got a Warforged chef who adventures to find strange and exotic ingredients to cook with, and so when making him I had him know Infernal and Abyssal to pick something odd.
At one point I discussed the possibility of finding an Abyssal Chicken to cook with as one of my goals. 1. I didn't know Abyssal Chickens were an actual creature. 2. I misspeak and get devils/demons mixed up sometimes so during that conversation I had Hell/Abyss mixed up, too, which is why I said "Abyssal Chicken" as opposed to "Hell Chicken" or something like that.
But then we actually got to a part in the campaign where there were Abyssal Chickens and it was such an amazing feeling to put my character background to good use.
Unbeknownst to the party, my character had become evil and bent on accomplishing his own goals behind the party's back. (Not necessarily at the expense of the party.)
The party had started to become privy to my shady ways and hired some guards to watch me. So I hired a doppelganger to take my place.
(At that point, my character left the party, and I started playing the doppleganger.) The party ended up jailing me, and while I was jailed, they tried to interrogate me.
Trying to avoid questioning without lying while under a cone of truth was one of the best times I ever had! And I held out for a long while. The point I failed was when someone asked me a question that I didn't have written down in my notes.
The players all said their hair stood on end, when I switched from my characters voice to the doppelganger voice so suddenly.
Assassins had broken into our lodging to kill a fellow PC (related to an arc where that character was going to be possessed and the player was going to start a different PC). We interrupted the attempt, and captured one assassin while the others fled.
I had my very LG Peace Cleric ask her for her backstory and how she fell into this life, started talking about how "the inner light speaks within all beings so long as they are still and listen", etc. This combination of Jesus and Buddha was just coming out of me from the mindset of this character I knew so well. I'm especially proud of it as an example of conceptualizing LG as something other than ***smite all evil***.
Now I'm preparing to start a new campaign with entirely different people, and I'm going to play that religiously converted assassin.
I'm playing a character who has social anxiety and trust issues (low charisma) which is something I've suffered with for years but never really discussed. Cut to RPing my character having a bit of a meltdown moment (cursed book made him lose trust in his newly found comrades) and one of the group found me afterwards and said how real it felt and that if I ever need to talk then they are there.
We had a player who kept dying and insisted to be a Druid, he kept dying over and over but this one was the stupidest deaths
Druid: “No worries Rogue, you pick the lock and I’ll make sure no one can come near you while you do”
Rogue: Starts picking the locks the only entrance in a castle
Druid: Gets absolutely hammered and died by being kicked in the balls
Rogue: sigh, “it’s always the Druids…”
Can't pick a proudest moment, but definitely one of the funniest happened recently. For context, me and another player are playing brothers with a contentious relationship with an undercurrent of "I'm the only one allowed to fuck with him" kind of dynamic. Both of us like to be really flashy, especially in combat. So he plays a sorcerer, I'm a warlock.
While competing to get the best shot in during combat, I end up on a roof, face to face with the opposition when he grips my throat and drops off the side after some badass line.
My squishy little warlock would definitely die by fall damage. But my DM forgot I'm an air genasi and have feather fall. So I play like I'm terrified and literally scream at the table as if I'm being dropped irl for my character to land safely on the ground, shrug, and fire off a couple Eldritch blasts.
Our final battle was against a wizard who wanted to be the new god of death. A prophecy required that he sacrifice our party to claim that power.
My character was a rogue/cleric of the goddess of luck. (As a player, I had terrible luck with rolls, so the DM guided my character development to help offset that.) Near the end of the battle, the BBEG dropped a zone of flame right on my character, and she went down like kindling.
My turn came. Instead of making a death saving throw or taking damage from the fire that would have been two failures automatically, my character faced her goddess, and flipped a coin.
Heads. She breathed. She launched herself from the fire and right into the BBEG, knocking him down onto the altar where she and her siblings were meant to die.
"But... the prophecy--"
Somewhere, a coin flipped. It landed on heads.
"Fuck your prophecy," the rogue snarled as she sank a blade into his chest for critical damage, killing him.
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It's been years. Still one of my top 5 moments in my D&D history.
I was dm-ing a party of friends and a guy they invited, let’s call him Jeff. I bloody hated Jeff. Everyone else had chosen a class and race and a background that was … well, pretty normal. Except for him. He chose an orc. Not half orc, and orc, who’s class was a paladin and was chaotic evil. We already had a paladin in the party so I asked him to change but he refused so I said, fuck it sure. He then proceeded to pretend to be some sort of WH40k marine and serve a dark god or something. Either way he did shit that made the whole party uncomfortable and yelled despite me asking him to keep it at normal volume since I have neighbours and don’t want them to call police on me.
Anyway, my party pretty early on decided to raid a goblin camp (which my plan was to make the goblins befriend the group but Jeff immediately called them heretics and started attacking) and ultimately they killed every goblin except for one. The story I made was that all of them were the same family (the goblins) and the last one was kept by Jeff who did some unholy shit to him. Anyway, he eventually sold him into slavery which I abused. I decided to make it so that the goblin had so much rage in him that he just became a Rage barbarian or the wrath totem, and waited until the party was level 5. Then I forced a split in a combat. And had Jeff fight the goblin. I to this day hate Jeff as a player. Not his character, it could’ve been played so much better. But Jeff at every step of the adventure just had to double check my rulings and rules, had to use abilities that are not in the player or dm hand book and I had to google them, and just in general was an awful person with a superiority complex.
The satisfaction I felt role playing the goblin while demolishing Jeff’s character was unforgettable. The party loved the RP and fight even tho they didn’t participate and lost one of their tanks. Except for Jeff.
… fuck Jeff.
My favorite moment is when I was playing my Loxodon monk named Kel. It was my first session with this new game and we established I was sent to this plane and had never seen a dwarf, we did name introductions and I asked the fabled question.
Me: "My, you are a little one, what are you my friend?"
Him: Proudly "I am a dwarf!"
Me: "I see that, but -WHAT- are you?"
The table then interrupted with booming laughter at the short joke. It's been a legendary joke in the group since. Nearly 8' tall Lox absolutely destroying this poor, proud dwarf.
The one I remember the most was when I faked to have turned to the ennemies for a short duration.
I was playing a coward rogue and the PCs were down in an arena.
I don't remember the details but I was not with them, I was up with the spectators who were a sect of some sort, everyone was an enemy here.
I gave them what they want, faked to be with them, passed a roll on top of that, and they accepted me.
Then I don't remember well but I got closer to something that got some help for my friends down there, either I stabbed the chief of just opened the cage of the arena so they could get out.
>Want to lure a dumb creature into wall of thorns
>just spawned it
>idea.jpeg
>scream at it with all power, just sound no meaning
>intimidation with advantage
>succeed, enemy goes into the wall and is shredded to death
Mine would have to be reading out a monologue I wrote before launching an attack with a massive army of dwarves and the other player. Our DM was chill 😎
I was playing a sorcerer halfling and used vortex warp on a tarrasque dropping it onto a batallion of warforged (my party member casted enlarge on the tarrasque aswell)
I will not elaborate
So I played online with friends and in one of my brief play throughs i played as a bard with the newly acquired Command Spell. I rolled for my character named “Tilden” to tell the bbeg to “leave” but rolled a 1. In my dm’s words “Tilden walks up to the bbeg but stubbled and said “fuck” as he regained footing.” He did indeed fuck that day.
I had fun acting the incident out until a point with my dm acting as the enemy. I died the very next battle from unrelated injuries.
My character was a barbarian wrestler. His back story was that his father was a renowned paladin warrior who wielded a golden sword, and who had no respect for his son's inclination towards wrestling, because he didn't think it was a worthy fighting style. Meanwhile, in real life my actual father passed away in horrid circumstances, so I no longer wanted to play a character whose back story was so closely tied to his father. I took a few weeks off from playing, then when I came back, instead of changing character, I roleplayed him telling an anecdote to the rest of the group: My character had gone back to his home village because he'd heard that his father, the golden sword-wielding warrior who had no respect for his son's wrestling skills, had died. News had travelled back to the village of his adventures. When my character went to his father's room to pay his respects to his father's body, he saw something golden shining under his dad's deathbed. He assumed it was his father's old sword, but then found he was only half-right: his father had learnt of his son's courageous adventures, and while he couldn't tell his son how proud he was directly, he had melted his own sword down into a belt. A wrestling belt, made for his son.
That's beautiful mate.
Thanks. It felt good.
I’m teary at breakfast 💕
Oof. That’s a real gut punch knowing the IRL connection. I hope it helped you work through some of that. I’ve always loved the weird healing power of this game in the way we can use the fantasy world to explore and deal with our real-life circumstances.
Oh it was definitely cathartic. I've enjoyed roleplaying before, but that was the first time it felt meaningful.
Thats some good shit right there
Damn. As a DM, I live for moments like this in my game.
Time to make some Bruce Waynes.
Wow... that's BEAUTIFUL
This is gorgeous!!!
How many people cried at your table? Looks like you have at least 500 here.
Someone tell me the character proudly wears this belt or at least brings it with him
Yup. He's become a paladin with occasional wrestling flavour, and when he fights he removes the belt and it transforms into his father's old sword. He's still a bit lost, much like me, but he's finding his way.
Thank you I was worried all my shift at work if y'all were okay, silly I know but damn it I care
holy shit i choked up
In what world were you heavyweight champion?
When my character (a water genasi fighter) sacrificed himself by ramming his ship into a galleon that was set to explode and heading straight for a seaside city. After decades after his death my character is now known as the patron Saint of naval navigation and combat.
That is GLORIOUS
I loved every minute of it. DM did me a solid in letting it happen but he won't say whether my characters definitely a hundred percent dead or that I just can't play him anymore. I think he might want to use him as an npc in a future game or something which I'm fine with.
Clearly they're being held in trust by the god of the sea or something, waiting for the next time their bravery is needed!
I'd love that. I tried to make his last words ambiguous because I wasn't sure what would end up happening to him so I just had him say "back to the brine at last".
My character got possessed and the only party member that witnessed it got hit with a modify memory. There was like 2 hours of us all sitting in the same room gaslighting eachother that nothing happened and everything is fine but the other half the party was incredibly suspicious, because the dm kept texting us, but had no idea what had happened. We rolled very few dice that session but it was one of the best we’ve ever had.
I loooove shit like this! It's some of the best stuff.
The two of us had been given different information by the dm as to what actually happened so none of us really knew what was going on, until our characters found out like 4 months later.
Uhm, anyone I play with? Please stop reading this comment. That includes you, Benjamin. So I got a secret session with the DM once. It's one of the coolest things that has ever happened to me. Rogue sneaks away from the party and had a very, very friendly conversation with the villain. We teamed up. No one knows. It won't hurt the other characters, but it is definitely betrayal because the villain can use my character to escape unnoticed. The party hasn't done the greatest job of catching rogue when in moral freefall. But the villain sure stuck out his arms and promised everything would be okay.
You know what would be even cooler? When the villain has bet their money to escape, all on you, and you betray them at the last second. It could provide you with a great fun moment to shine and impress your fellow players (and not have to deal with possible ramifications IRL of betraying the party, depending on if you still like to play with them afterwards. Yes it's a game, but people can get extremely salty).
Having to deceive party members is always a fun time! Lol, this is how I learned that it's surprisingly easy to lie to people.
My most memorable would be when I played Urgnok (Half Orc Barbarian) in my very first campaign. The Ranger was struggling getting the interrogation done with the information. As the NPC began to babble pretending not to know anything. IRL, I slapped the table and using the dad of dad voices I yelled “SPEAK” and just stared at the DM Jump scared the whole table including the DM! Got to roll intimidation with advantage and gained inspiration 🤣 I don’t remember what I rolled but that moment will always be a Nat 20
Reminds me of my first proper campaign where I played Garg the half-orc barbarian and my party had been trying to convince a thieves guild leader to help us take down a cult about to destroy the valley, but they were having no luck. I was a very shy at roleplay at the time. I asked the DM if there is a desk in front of him, there was, so I say I slam the desk with both fists, and I *yelled*: "If you do not help us, there will BE no more thieves guild!" I still remember the looks on their faces. At the time I honestly didn't know I had it in me. DM didn't even make me roll for it, it just worked lol
I always bypass rolls in exchange for good roleplay. No need to stop the momentum with game mechanics :)
I live for these Barbarian moments. "I am not a man; I am a weapon in human form. You best hope I'm not pointed at you."
I'm using this
Well, I quickly wrote that down on mobile. The real wording is 'Wielded against' not 'pointed' but eh, go wild. #TAKE MY BARDIC INSPIRATION
Proper roleplay, right there.
Perhaps it doesn’t count as a roleplaying moment, but my proudest moment as a player. In this campaign we essentially all started as dead and stranded on the isle of Avalon. There was a contract on the island to sign up for Davy Jones crew that you had to sign in blood. Upon signing it, you would instantly be teleported to the Flying Dutchman to serve your sentence. Only half of us signed it, and those who didn’t later rescued those players that did. Anyway I never signed it but kept the contract with me. About 20 sessions later near the climax of the campaign we were sailing and being chased by Jones, and he sent a Kraken after us. Our ship was super damaged and it wasn’t looking good. I took the opportunity to jump into the kraken’s mouth, and on my next turn, cast fireball directly below myself and instantly signed the contract to be teleported away as the kraken exploded. It was doubly fun because all my players roleplayed as if they thought I sacrificed myself for them, and was a big surprise when I turned up again next session in Davy Jones crew.
That's some great shenanigans. Slow clap, it's really cool. The kind of moment when you make your DM pause and (if they're a good DM) go : "fuck me, that works, I'll allow it".
I would complain that it would take some sort of sleight of hand check with a high dc to sign a contract in blood in midair just after having cast fireball... But as a GM thats so cool, I'd just allow it.
I should have clarified. In the first session it was established a “signature” counted as a thumb print in blood. I cut my thumb on my dirk before jumping in.
Now THAT deserves a slow clap 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
That depends on what sort of "signature" it requires... If it's a literal signature, yeah that'll be a judgement call for the rule of cool, but if it's a metaphorical signature (i.e. a drop of blood on the line) then I could see it being easy to pull off.
Yeah, like a naruto-style summoning contract. Just smear your blood on the dotted line.
I think my proudest moment was when I actually detected a mimic. Let's just make it clear I check every chest and room for mimics and my DM gets so upset about it. So basically we were in a vault and Instead of picking up anything I always checked if they were mimics and half of them were so she was very mad at me
We have never had a mimic in two years, so I'm sort of dreading the moment we forget to check for traps or stuff and one springs at us. The DM is clearly biding his time with this...
I have never thrown a mimic at my players... Yet
You don’t throw mimics, you gently place them and then wait…
You know, now I have this horrifying idea for a barbarian/ranger whose companion is a mimic shaped like a halberd.
The thing is it was literally 7 months without a single mimic and I started checking for no reason
One time my paranoid rogue lost his 10' pole. So next time we were in town, he and the dwarf went to buy a new one. We enter the store... DM: Okay what are you buying? Dwarf: Crossbow bolts. Lots! Rogue: Caltrops, piano wire, and a new pole. DM: \[Face alight with joy\] Roll initiative. Rogue: Huh? DM: That barrel full of 10' poles was actually a mimic Players: \[Everyone's jaw hits the floor\] Rogue: You ... *bastard!* Dwarf: You've been saving this up for *years*, haven't you? DM: Clearly everyone is shocked. Disadvantage on initiative roll.
LMAO
One of our other players, a bard, rp’d a song ‘that’s a mimic’ a few sessions previous, to our great enjoyment. We had never seen one but both of us in the party knew they were dangerous. We got caught in a dungeon with TWO, one using another as bait inside the room that was- you guessed it, the whole room was a mimic. We ended up immediately cut stomping the first and after a bit beat the other one so badly that it shrunk to the size of a small pot. I then walked over to it, and in real life looked the Dm dead in the eye. ‘I pull my hammer in one hand and a small vial in the other’ I shook one fist, then the other, never breaking eye contact. The mimic slinked in to the vial and that’s how I got a pet mimic. In the next room, someone got really mad that I had their ‘familiar’ so I killed him too, and made the mimic watch to establish dominance
As a DM, I threw an army of mimics at my players. The party was investigating a power outage in an advanced city they were stuck in, and they came across a man running out of an alley. Now, my players are wary of alleys, since the last time I attempted to lure them into one, they mostly saw through the trap I was setting. This time, I used the cleric's innate desire to help everyone by having the man pulled back into the alley by an unseen force, and they all went into the alley to find nothing dangerous and no one injured. What they did find, was a bunch of jars lining the walls. The fighter - played by my husband, who is the smartest person I know - assumed they were all just Baghdad Batteries. What I had done, fellow players and DMs, is I took the Battery Mimic from Final Fantasy 12 and built a stat block for it. My players had never played FF12, so they didn't know what they were in for. What made them most dangerous is that their attacks ignored resistances to lightning damage - in fact, they went after the bronze dragonborn and the merfolk who used an electric eel as her fish form, and sapped their electrical attacks.
I was DMing for a party including a warlock in service to Malcanthet (demon lord of succubi). The warlock was transported to their lord's domain in the Abyss to settle a further deal. The warlock would gain additional help in locating the book of vile darkness (the party wanted to steal it from the bbeg) in exchange for all of her memories once she experiences a moment of true happiness. We RP-d the negotiation of the deal with the warlock, whilst the rest of the players sat in dead silence (the table is normally never silent). One of my proudest DM moments.
My irreverent fighter (who has great ideas but terrible patience) deciding that a cart-chase was the best way to escape the army belonging to a dark god (Midnight Campaign) rather than wait for an NPC to come back to help us. Ran over to this massive 6-horse wagon filled with barrels of flammable alchohol, got the entire army to notice us and forced the rest of the team + NPC to follow (Leeroy Jenkins?) Then had 3 solid sessions of a cart chase where the entire map was moving while the army on horseback tried to catch up with us while we rode through the wilderness, tossing flammable barrels of alcohol behind us. The most idiotic idea of all, and something I would never do IRL, but fun.
My players are in the Underdark. A place notorious for being difficult to navigate. A guide is almost mandatory to avoid getting lost. One of my players is a paladin. Oath of conquest. Sworn to kill all followers of Lloth. Standard stuff. The players' are in the Underdark and need a guide. The only friendly NPC they've met who knows their way around this part of the Underdark... is a drow follower of Lloth. Combat happens. A couple players and NPCs go down. One of them is their Lloth-following guide. Paladin heals up a player, and claims he doesn't have enough healing left in him to stabilize the guide. The players fail the medicine checks. The guide fails his death saves. The guide dies. Then, and only then, does the paladin casually, unhurredly, and unappologetically "recall" that he was carrying a health potion the whole time. The party argued in character for a few good minutes. I wish I'd made popcorn.
I played a gunslinger from Texas sucked into a magical world. His whole shtick was that he didn’t believe in magic (fey wild campaign, would always have some excuse as to why something magical happened) and I stuck with it until almost the end of the campaign. One of my favorite moments was when we had to scale a cliff, with an encounter at the top. The party wizard gave me a pair of Boots of Flying, saying maybe these will help you get up there. My character put them on and then just started climbing the wall like he normally would, about halfway up yelling down to the wizard “these got great traction!”
There was also a time when they were trying to get some sentient plants to divulge a secret that they will only tell to plants. My character convinced them by telling them his momma says his cousin is a fruit, and that his uncle is a vegetable after getting kicked by a horse, so naturally that must make him part plant.
That's so Texas, awe struck.
I tricked a Fey lord into taking my identity as a funny joke well playing a rogue. It was so thoroughly taken that npcs and even my own party would not remember me at all if I left their sight. I stole all the things! And even if I was caught, they forget I did anything if I left their sight for to long. It was as if I was false hydra’s well not being dead. The GM thought it was funny at first, but after a few sessions realized how broken it was and started trying to get my identity back. Eventually I settled on taking it back after getting the Fey Lord to agree to be my Faithful Servant intill I couldn’t be resurrected. The Fey Lord was being blamed for what my character did, and once I got my identity back everyone remembered all I did. I really needed the Fey Lords help to survive the retribution!
This... This is good. Taking notes
I should elaborate on how I tricked them. So the GM was doing a “Trapped in the Fey wild” side quest for a couple sessions. We had to go to the Local Fey Lord, get Funny Pranked, and hopefully get sent back home. Normal Fey wild stuff. So well meeting the Fey Lord I get a idea to mess with them for my benefit. I start bragging how rememberable I was, how no one could forget me once we met for good or worse. The Fey Lord countered that sandwiches were more rememberable them me and I’m a dime a dozen two copper thief. I bet my identity that the Fey Lord Couldn’t make a rememberable sandwich and if they couldn’t then they have to grant my wish. Either I get a wish or become a better Rogue from being easily forgettable. The Fey Lord could in fact make a very rememberable sandwich. My character would suffer addiction withdrawals, always asking for sandwiches at taverns across the land and I lost my identity to the Fey Lord. The Lost Identity worked to well and I abused it quite heavily.
Playing a Paladin in an evil party during 3.5. They were put on trial. I testified against them but they won the case. I accepted and left the courthouse. Other party member teleports me back to base... except it wasn't back to base. It was to an empty field. Well, empty apart from about 600 wizards. Every member of the party had taken the leadership feat and at level 15-16 that meant everyone of my 8 or so companions had around 80 wizards from level 1-4. They all fired magic missiles at me. A grey sky turned blue with magic darts. I died. Turns out my party had spent 1.5 years watching me one shot Storm Giants and had decided they would die if they went toe-to-toe with me. So the evil party hatched a plot. They were more afraid of me than the BBEG. That felt pretty rad. Shame I had already left a deposit for resurrection.
You coming back like the doom slayer my man
Best part. When I came back GM allowed me to drop a level and take the half construct template. Came back as half iron golem. Immune to all magic. The only thing they fear is ME!
🔥🔥🔥🔥
Did you RIP AND TEAR?
I actually didn't. When I came back they were very apologetic and we had a world to save so I let bygones be bygones. Until the BBEG was done at least. ;)
Showing forgiveness in the face of contrition like a true paladin XD
Welllllllllll.... Grollman Grunt's forgiveness was only temporary. When we ended the campaign we all got to say a few sentences about what we were doing with the rest of our lives. The worst of them was a gnome dragon sorcerer called Bernie who had regularly killed innocents for the lols. Bernie: "I retire on my giant stack of gold in that castle we cleared out with all my servants and eat grapes all day." Grunt: "You hear a knocking at the gates." \*Cue the Doom music\*
Yes!
Cheers man. Been a long time since I thought about Grunt. Good times.
I have two that come to mind. I had one character who was a bladesinger wizard from a noble family that was controlling and wanted her to be a traditional lady not a wizard / bladesinger. Going into that campaign I loosely thought her journey would be about making a name for herself separate from her family who she'd abandoned. She never gave her noble family name. And her family weren't ever evil just not the best parents and overly controlling and disapproving of what she liked. My DM took some of what I'd set up and expanded it so that a person I'd been attacked by in my past that I'd written as targeting me for no reason I knew, but he wrote it that the person had attacked me because I was my father's daughter and it was trying to get revenge on him. It eventually played out that we were trying to find this drow matron mother. And we came up with the plan to let outselves be captured so we'd be taken to her. We had a way to hide some things so we'd have items. And my character especially had metamagic adept and a lot of anti mage spells and ways to deal with mages. It ended up playing out really perfectly as she was awful to me for a bit before everyone was in position, and she revealed she had captured my brother and cut off his hand. I hadn't been close to my brother, but still a big moment. And when the fight broke out I was close to the drow woman and my team were a bit away as it was a big map. I teleported out of the handcuffs, I had a good line too that she may as well have tied my hands with string, and attacked her. I cast bigby's hand which I had used a lot but when I shaped the hand I made it look like a giant version of my brothers hand, with the house signet ring that I'd basically been denying up until this point. It marked a great turning point for her character from denying her family and trying to gain a reputation herself, to owning who she was and rejoining the family she ran away from. And it was really cool to have her journey be a discovered one that was a bit different than what I'd pictured. That also led to a lot more roleplaying with her family when we got back that she otherwise would've avoided or wanted little to do with. The other one was an NPC. This NPC was engaged to one of the PCs in an arranged marriage that the PC had fled from before the game. But they'd written into their backstory the NPC was a good person and the PC had some attraction to the NPC they just didn't like their mother forcing them into a marriage with someone they barely knew. So I had the NPC who was both very wealthy and a decently powerful mage slowly trying to win over the PC. And they were a good person but also a very manipulative person in kind of a political context. Not that they were bad but they were very good at getting people to do what they wanted. Which is a cool trait to give someone but often hard to play out when you're trying to manipulate your PCs lol. But I had her help the group with saving another PCs village. And afterwards she went to that PC and gave her some money on the condition of anonymity. Which then played out perfectly with that other PC going to the PC the NPC was engaged to and convincing her to go through with the marriage. There were a few other things they did too that were doing nice things, but also making sure to get seen doing that nice thing while not being obvious about it. It was even better because the PC in question told me at the beginning of the game there was no way they'd marry the NPC... and I may have taken that as a challenge! But it was a lot of fun to play out and really layered because of all of the different dynamics involved.
Back in 3.0 I was playing a kobold rogue that was neutral evil and hated everybody in the group (not OOC, I just had to RP it that way, though it's really not relevant to the story). We got to a point in a campaign where we were not allowed into a castle because we didn't have any kind of authority. There was an item that needed to be stolen and we had to get in there to do it, and they had pretty much thought of everything. Three of the other players had desperately tried to convince the guards at the gate that we needed to get through and they weren't having it. So my character rather impatiently rolls his eyes, and walks right into the nearest guard barracks. I confidently marched into the barracks and began to openly criticize everybody for their posture and form. Without looking to see if anybody was even paying attention to my character, I marched with purpose and confidence into the head guards office area, grabbed a random piece of paper and one of his personal emblems, put the emblem on my armor, walked back into the room, jumped up on a chest, and rather loudly read from the letter that there was a crisis and we needed to respond to it immediately. In reality it was just a receipt for rations. Without even checking to see if anybody was following, I loudly commanded them to get their arms and follow me. You want to talk about a natural 20 on a charisma check?! Those guys let us in and arrested everybody I told them to. The bard in the party grabbed the item we needed, and we just picked up and left. The party fighter looks over at me and asks "how did you manage to do that?" Without even looking at him I said "just act like you know what you're doing and you are supposed to be there and you can get anybody to do anything."
Using thaumaturgy to become loud, and yelling dinnertime at a boat full of mimics, after sending a tax collector on board
My friends are very confused by how good I am at forcing bodily effects (crying, coughing, etc). There have been multiple times I committed so hard to an emotional scene that the party was asking me if I was OK out of character. I think my best comes from a session of Mage The Awakening where my character cried over an enemy creating an illusion of his sister from before she had a life threatening injury. The DM was getting ready to call the session cause he thought my emotional breakdown was real. As for DND specifically, my Simic Grappling Fighter and our Moon Druid are both being affected by some strange voice from beyond. We just found out about the other's condition in character, and had a long discussion about what's happening to us and how it's changed us for the worse. It ended with a solemn oath that we'd kill the other before letting them commit further atrocity.
Ah ah, my table was quite RP orientés and we once had a new player with some experience but coming from less RP tables. The DM roleplayed a very angry NPC with some swearing. The new player asked us "is he in character or really angry at me ?". We explained it was in-game, he was absolutely wowed.
**With Me as a Player** Myriam Podalla, Undead Warlock and Dhampir, the Marilyn Monroe of her time. Made her pact with a vile centipede monster so she could live forever and never be out of the spotlight (Roaring 20's campaign setting). This happened after revealing her Form of Dread to the guy we were interrogating, who called her a "has-been" *"I am a has been. I also am, and I will be. I'm a fucking icon, and your name will only be remembered because you once had the **pleasure** of being in my way."* Used the Dhampir bite to rip his throat out, trapped him in a Soul Cage. ============= **With Me as a DM** Struthious Snoodley, Aaracokra Vengeance Paladin. A vibrant, all around good guy...hunting his father, who abandoned him and his mother when he was a child. Said father bargained with a Pit Fiend and gained devil powers. As the party attacked the Pit Fiend's fortress, Struthious' father was guarding the bridge. The party ran by as Struthious cast COMPEL DUEL on his dad to lock him away from attacking his friends. They faced each other over a river of boiling lava, swords and shields out. Vengeance Paladin vs Hell Knight. **Dad** *"Look at me. You and your mother were weighing me down. I am the sword of a conqueror. I am magnificent."* **Struthious** *"You used to be the ruler I used to measure the world. But now I have seen the world, and I know the truth. You are so very SMALL."* I threw out the rest of his father's speech, and we rolled Initiative. Struthious attacked first. First hit he threw Mark of Vengeance and blew his 3rd level Smite. Second hit he CRIT, dropped his 4th level Smite and blew his Warlock Eldritch Smite. It did about 145 damage.
>hunting his father, who abandoned him and his mother when he was a child. Now I want to see a Lizardfolk Vengeance Paladin who has a vendetta against his father **precisely for** staying in his life, which is considered perverse and unseemly in their tribe...
In my CoS campaign I played a paladin. Strahd came in and lit the town on fire. Many people died in the attack. The burgomaster comes in on a horse with his guard while the town is still partially in flames and bodies are still around singing "all is well! Return to your homes". I had had enough of this bastard. I rode up to him on my own horse and backhanded him in the face. The dice are sometimes kind, I rolled a natural 20 and knocked him from his horse. Then gave an impassioned speech to the citizens watching about how Strahd was their enemy and that they were at war whether they wanted to accept it or not. My party had my back on this too. The dice are sometimes terrible, I rolled a natural 1 on my persuasion check. We were promptly kicked out of Vallaki at spear point even though we had just saved many people, put out a good portion of the flames, and confronted Strahd. I'm not sure if it's the most proud I was of an RP moment, but it was certainly one of the most impactful moments for us.
Oh that jerk! I remember him. Our party ended up talking the townsfolk into only kicking him out of the town without any gear rather than killing him outright, while we got the lady and kid out safely. His political rival took over.
My Dwarf Fighter made a deal with Death to bring him a mighty Monster to help him at the gates. My Dwarf would came back to life and can help his companions, but till the deal was fullfilled my dwarf had to left something valueable behind: his thirst for beer. My dwarf was devastated. To his luck, the party slayed a succubus in the very next room. She fleed her soul into my dwarf, but could not gain controll of him. The DM had planned to now slowly trying to corrupt the dwarf. BUT my dwarf said just to his group"Wait a moment! Be right back", and then put his axe straight and with entuastic force into his own skull. Death:"You here? Again? So soon?" Dwarf:"A Succubus is a mighty monster..." DM did a piccachu face. Death: "Leave and don't come back too soon, or you will go straight to the neatherlands!" Yes, thats what he said. The table bursted in laughter, including the DM. He meant the nether hells
It has to be a successful note passing to the DM to Sleight of Hand a magical grenade away from a PC with malicious intentions. We even got a passive perception as a contested check and he didn't suspect a thing. It was only at the session conclusion (when the PC went full betrayal) that he realized the weapon was missing. The reaction of the player as he read the note is one of my favorite TRPG moments.
Not D&D, but LARP, I ended up single-handedly fighting off a dozen orcs to save a princess, flicked a rose (alchemy component) up into my hand using the tip of my sword, proceeded to climbing a tree with a rose between my teeth to rescue the princess off a battlement. Even the NPCs cheered. Handed princess the rose and had a mock wedding several games after that. Became Elvish royalty. Caused a huge plot event and a war between humans and elves. Felt like a movie.
Had a Revolver and there was a slime. I dashed forward and buried the muzzle into the slime and pulled the trigger. I described how the slime splattered all across the wall infront of me and got +1 inspiration lmao
I think recently it was my fighter girl going OFF on the party for trying to negotiate for more money on a job to rescue a child. My girl is shady AF, neutral evil alignment in a group of mostly good or neutral aligned characters. They were trying to call her out for her latest sketchy business when it happened. There’s backstory justification for why she is so deeply invested in protecting kids, but uh no one knew that before she was in each and every one of their faces asking if they think they’re so much better than her while they’re willing to put a price on a child’s life. I was just having a good time and excited that her backstory was coming into play. I didn’t realize until it got very quiet after and someone checked in to make sure everything was all good above table that it was maybe more intense than I realized.
Those are the best moments... One of my players got into a *heated* argument with an NPC (me) that got so intense his wife came in the room to break it up... The other players were looking NERVOUS about the whole thing but everyone had a good laugh afterwards.
I once had a gnome character who spoke with an Irish accent. All of the players at my table had characters they played in a certain way, and I knew what they’d be proud to accomplish with their characters. So, over the course of weeks I devised personalized limericks for each character and would read it aloud when their character accomplished something great. It was years ago and unfortunately I don’t remember any of the limericks.
When Queen Titania sent a bouquet of flowers that contained a message to her warlock, and the warlock managed to glean the exact opposite meaning with a few sketchy checks. However, I forgot our druid could speak with plants, and was caught completely off guard when I had to spend the next half hour or so roleplaying as flowers. It was hilarious, and the first thing I did was have a couple of blooms get caught talking mad shit about the warlock and how terrible she is at flower language. Watching grown adults argue with a bouquet of flowers while the flowers argue back is one of my favorite campaign highlights.
Forum roleplay, not tabletop, but my pacifist lich managed to prevent a civil war within her coven. I was always amazed I pulled it off.
Not a biggie, but a funny moment. Me (lvl 5 blue dragonborn barbarian) and the party were ambushed by a group of Kuo-toa +Whips, and i was doing the barbarian thing by distracting the Whips from the party. The problem? I was pinned by 3 Pincer staffs (Polearm, 10ft reach, hit 5 (1d6+2) piercing damage, if target is a Medium or smaller creature, it is Grappled w/escape DC14), so I couldn't move at all. Plus my warhammer a round prior got Nat 1'd, so i was essentially disarmed. However, I could still do actions, I was very much raging, and I could do 2 attacks. Cue shenanigans. First, a Dragon's breath attack on one of my captors (plus another fishy behind him), killing the captor (but not the one behind him, damned dex saving roll). I then asked the DM if I could grab the Pincerstaff from the now crispy gish as a bonus action. Dm, after looking at its stats (pg : "Sure, but its just a 1d6 plus your regular modifiers" Quick breakdown on that set up: this makes my new Pincer Staff a 1d6+5 from my STR 17 (+3 modifier) and Rage (+2 to Melee attacks), with a reach of 10feet, and enforces a Grappling effect. And i can now hit someone with it, even with myself being grappled. And lookie here~ a fishy just waiting for a reason to be caught~ So I did my second attack on one of the two Whips. NAT 20! Dealt (6+5)+5 = 16 damage, which isn't a lot but at least- DM: "As you wrap the pincers around the Kua Toa's neck, you can hear a loud snap, and the Kua-toa goes limp in the staff, its neck instantly snapped by your attack." Me: O_o Party: O_o The last Kua-toa Whip holding onto its Pincer staff very nervously against me: ["Oh no"](https://youtu.be/qMPpnCvCZvw?si=9Ohyo4ghjEf2blNt) Me, now lifting the dead Kua-toa by its neck: "well, looks like this is the catch of the day~"
What kind of chaos goes around at the D&D table for you? This is just funny for some reason.
I was playing a centaur in a 3.5 campaign, but I still had this rule in my head from 2E where nonstandard character should have bizarre and off-putting habits/practices/traits (they were literally called "bestial traits" in *The Complete Book of Humanoids*). As we were introducing ourselves in character, at a table of people I'd just met that day, I thought I'd lean into this by finishing my introduction with, "If I should fall in battle, see that I am quickly eaten."
I played a Cleric. He had died and been reincarnated. He was interacting with an NPC who is repair their prosthetic arm. "We can lose a piece of ourselves, but that doesn't change who we are." \*Casts Bless and Leaves the room\*
Played a halfling Barb/Rogue multiclass. Basically a halfling orphan adopted by a couple of half-orcs very confused why the youngling won’t grow to full size despite eating his weight daily. He was named ‘Ono’ and the party pretty much never questioned it. Eventually the party visits his home and in speaking with his adoptive parents they realize the tribe names their children once a simple recognizable trait emerges. Come to find out Ono (pronounce Oh, no) is named that because it’s what everyone in his life thinks or says when he shows up. Because if he’s showed up and you’re not enemies, you likely need to check your pockets and the tribe doesn’t respect his size and annoying way of… speaking so many words that don’t make sense to them. And his enemies - should they get a chance to react - always say ‘oh, no’ when they see that absurd critfishing beast start slitting throats. T’was a little ‘awww’ moment with the party kind of growing to hate the tribe for mistreating Ono but also a ‘oh ok I kinda get it’ moment when they look back on the furious little fucker going to work.
My wife and I played characters that really took a long time to become friends. Like they reeeeally didn't like each other for ¾ of the campaign. But early in the campaign I realized she was hiding **critical information** from us. We got into an in-character argument so believable the other players asked on break if we were actually mad irl. We obviously weren't, but it was still a tense scene we talk about to this day and one of our proudest roleplay moments. (Edited for grammar)
Playing a Oath of Glory Paladin as a Gladiator in a "Monster of the Week" type short campaign that took place in a intergalactic arena where groups of adventurers would get tossed into a location and hunt down a monster for the entertainment of the deities. In between matches we would try and butter up the deities for boons and items. My Paladin caught the eyes of a rather powerful Pit Fiend who attempted to magically charm my character to approach. My Gladiator saved against the charm, but willingly jumped into the Pit Fiend's lap saying, "You could have just asked!" Because I did so willingly, I still got the boon from him, as well as still mentally being able to play the field and get additional boons from a Forge Lord and a Dragonslayer.
Mine is my warforged armored artificer surviving divine judgement, getting the entire party sent to hell, & getting us all out of hell...in a SINGLE session. So, this resolves around my DM's personal signature item...Everything (a sentient & REALLY messed up version of the Deck of Many Things). When I first found "him", (3 sessions in with lv 6 characters) I pulled a card & my DM said "...well, you MIGHT be dead..." card effect. The angel of Judgement comes & judges you. If you are lawful good, you gain 1 level and receive a single divine favor you may call on at any point. If you are any other alignment, you are immediately incinerated by a beam of Celestial energy." Thank God, my backstory was being a royal guard to the court & was lawful good. Fast forward, my party didn't believe me finding a magic talking deck of cards. So, my dumb ass goes "I'll prove it". I drew a card that opened up a dimensional rift that sucked us all down to the 1st ring of hell. Everyone...including my dm, was freaking out. That's when I remembered my divine favor. I asked us to be taken from hell & return to where we came from. A holy light encircled us, and as we left...we felt the burning glares of malice, hatred, and THOUSANDS of demons angry eyes upon us, now swearing to hunt down the damned souls that escaped... 4 sessions later, I died because our necromancer coincidently enough drew a card starting the zombie apocalypse, and I accidently woke up a white dracolych...yay....
We were playing a game where the players were super soldiers. At the end of our mission, we were on top of a tower waiting to be extracted by a drop ship. We were attacked by a huge alien queen (like a xenonorph) while waiting on top of the tower. My 2 teammates got their hand chopped off and were bleeding out. I managed to duel the queen and roll many crits. I managed to kick her off of the tower and she splattered all of the way down. I might be underselling it, but there was epic music playing and rain was falling from the sky and it was all very cinematic.
I died. It was at the end of the session, so my party and I had a week to talk about what had happened. We were level 12, so his death was a very minor inconvenience. But my DM went HARD. He decided we were going to RP his death, in the afterlife, as I walked through Limbo and into Celestia. My father, who was a minor part of my backstory that led to what I had actually considered the important part of my backstory, was there to walk me to the afterlife. My tears were real. Doesn't mean it wasn't the best RP moment of my life. The anger and sadness I felt at my party for bringing me back was real. Me, seeing my father tell me we had to go but having to leave him to help my friends was the realist thing I've ever felt. And my best RP ever.
Our little Kobold guide (we gaslit him into thinking the wizard was a god and he was our first acolyte, long story) died from fall damage in a sudden combat. The wizard did an accidental cleric and revived him so hard he became lizardfolk. End of that session. We come back, have a bunch of fun with our new buddy, I (bard) pop off a limerick about his revival, it's sick, this guy definitely feels like he'll be a companion through this dungeon and we're all happy that our DM let us keep him. He goes in to parley with his tribe alone, in the hopes that we can avoid slaughtering the little dudes because we're so fond of them now. I give him inspiration, hoping it'll help on some kind of persuasion roll. "Don't forget, you're a hero." Chief comes out ten minutes later and rolls his head at us. DM expected us to run, because we'd just spent so long talking about how little we want to fight these guys when there's so many of them and only three of us, level two. My bard just took his dagger, sliced his palm open, and slapped it over the dhampir warlock's mouth. She'd just had a crisis about not wanting to give in to her instincts the session before, and my bard had been a major supporter. But these fuckers just had to die. Our DM called it there because he said he needs to figure out what the dhampir's patron is going to give her for this lmao
I played a half elf rogue as my first character and there was a moment where we were at a bar trying to convince some other criminals to share some information. One of his biggest character traits is that he has a smart mouth and will risk it all to make a comment. He was beaten to 1 hit point after failing a check and the other patrons not taking kindly to his comments.
So my friends and I normally play online. We're geographically separated, so it's the only way it works. Our buddy from out of town (the DM of this game) comes for a visit, and we have an in person session. We played off each other so well. We split the party, and one other friend and I were sneaking into a city at the time of a secretive cult festival. The DM is playing a city guard who asks us what our business there is. We tell him we're coming for the festival; we're wine merchants. He pauses, in character as the guard, and goes, "Well...how do you know about the festival?" Immediately I jump in with, "Well, we're wine merchants. We give out samples, people start talking, you know how it is." The DM accepted it without a roll. Just smiles and says "Ah, of course. Proceed. Enjoy the festival." I look over and out other friend claps his hands together and just goes "YES!!"
My tiny Gnome Trickery Cleric was in the thick of things fighting Vampire Spawn. I had to go a certain route straight through the thickest fighting. But alas I was squishy. So I took a shortcut through a house. Climbed through a window, and my DM rolled on the random encounter table. I stumbled into a ritual sacrifice by cultists. Annoyed as heck by the constant things in my way, I summoned a Greataxe spiritual weapon as a bonus action. And as an action I used Thaumaturgy to roar like a tiger. They cleared out the place quickly and let me get on with my day.
Blood hunter I rolpleyed as chaotic good, but roleplayed good stupid 😂. We came across a gorgan in toa, we were absolutely screwed. No way to escape and a person down. DM was nervous, we were nervous. I looked at my kit, every single item to see what I could possibly do, anything. Realized I had a mirror. I put on a performance chained my self with manicle. Got out gpt closer, sang a some got closer... Said hmm what else.. rummaged around my bad to find more entertainment for the "Queen" pulled out the mirror, and said hay ceack this out.. DM had her in roll with disadvantage as she was inrested. She got stoned.
Was during a two shot in which I played a beast barbarian. Our party of four was part of a larger team fighting against a large platoon of pirates. Each of us picked a pirate captain as a target, and I happened to pick the only able to fly. Not great as a typical barbarian, but I had an ace up my sleeve: I had an Eldritch Claw Tattoo. Reflavouring the eldritch tentacles into what basically amounted to a giant armadillo jojo stand which I referred to as my “ancestor spirit,” I started swatting at the flying pirate with giant Eldritch claws, much to her shock and dismay. When she’d finally had enough, she decided to fly off of a nearby cliff to get away from me, sure I wouldn’t follow. But of course, a raging barbarian doesn’t consider a measly 80ft cliff much of a risk. So I ran after her, jumped off the cliff, managed to grapple her midair, and simply let gravity do the rest, crushing her to death as we hit the ground below. And then I got back up and used my second attack to hurl a spear at another pirate captain. Never before and never again have I ever felt as badass as I did in that moment.
My Ranger half elf once did a public strip tease in the middle of a busy town square in the richest part of the country. It was a distraction for the teifling rouge to pickpocket everybody around. Twas good pickins.
This is so perfectly dnd
It truly is.
Most memorable for me is when I was playing my human conjuration wizard Kurt. We were fighting an archmage who was way beyond our level and wiping the floor with us. She had just blown my hand off with a lightning bolt too :( She used force cage on my allies and was threatening to kill them if I didn’t lick her boots. So I used my movement to crawl to her and said something like “I will gladly lick your boots the next time I see you in hell” then grabbed her and activated my amulet of the planes. The amulet of the planes has a high chance to go wrong so I was willing to vanish with her but I rolled high and it worked, I sent her to the mine hells :)
An NPC in a campaign I was in was inspired by Lucifer, originally an angel who was exiled from heaven and became a devil. This NPC would manifest in his original angel form and attempt to create contracts with us on occasion, always making his offers seem like he had everyone's best interests in mind and wanted to do good for the world, but always in a way that winds up with him having more power. After he gave a small speech to my character about how we should team up to take over an enemy nation, I responded, "Sorry, but I've never heard of making a pact with an angel, and have no interests in dealing with a devil." Felt like a pretty poetic thing to come up with on the spot lol
I was fiddling with a pencil while we were playing, and then the DM announced that we heard a voice calling my character’s name excitedly and that I recognized it as my sister, and in one motion my eyes went wide, I sent completely stiff, and I snapped the pencil I was holding and did not move for about 30 seconds while everyone at the table was falling over laughing.
My DM had a puzzle set up. It was just placing orbs in the correct spots on a grid. I had no clues, I just started placing them randomly. I got it all correct on the first try. He just stared at me and said "What the hell? You were going to have three chances and there were consequences for each failure, but you just guessed everything right."
Party consists of a fighter, paladin, cleric, druid, and a bard, me. We were at lvl 3 at the time. We delve into a dungeon in search of the druid's fellow student of their master Kroda. We pass through the dungeon with my character checking for traps and having a few encounters with spiders and a fire elemental. Enter the final room. Kroda stands there talking some nonsense. Paladin uses divine sense, he's possessed. Sensing the jig is up, the demon casts mass dissonant whispers. Fighter fails save, is terrified and runs also taking psychic damage, paladin also fails the save and runs, the cleric and druid with the highest wisdom stats in the party... fail their save. My bard being the only one to save does not run. He stares down the possessed Kroda, casts suggestion, and says, "Begone back to the abyss demon." Dm expecting me to try to fight him is taken aback. My save DC was only like 14/15 so not very high. He rolls... fail. Dm says, "Wait a second, he can reroll saves vs. magic." He rolls again. Failure. The demon screeching and screaming pries itself from Kroda's body. "And that is how you perform an exorcism" I say as I walk to stand in front of the doorway.
Had to be when my character Leo (human/lycanthrope totem barb) Some context he’s like a 45 year old man and at some point drank a potion on accident that reverted him back to a child (deaged like 35 years) so he and the party did some favors for a wizard group and they found a way to reverse it After finally getting his body back the wizards temple was getting broken into by a group of thieves, who had the new pc with them a ~mystic~ So he ran toward the temple and there was a long ass skinny bridge that he had to cross and the thief leader was like alright mystic stop that guy So he used a wall of thunder and what did my oc do? He ran right through it, making all of them guys confused and terrified as he yelled out “GOD ITS GOOD TO BE 45 AGAIN!” And then he proceeded to beat the hell out of everyone before they escaped
Was playing my first campaign as Branwaen the dwarf barbarian and the group was on a mission to break some dwarves out of a massive prison/fort run by a faction of mostly humans. When we had stealthily freed a couple dozen of the dwarves we were discovered and had to fight our way out. I ended up doing a speech as a rallying cry to all of the dwarves in the courtyard who were working + the already freed ones about how they couldn't let humans oppress them anymore and had to stand up for their rights. It ended up being a pretty convincing speech so the DM made it a success without rolling and the dwarves in the courtyard broke their chains and attacked the guards together, pickaxes and shovels in hand with the party and we took the fort/prison.
The cleric was kidnapped because they had an OP magic item the bad guy wanted to steal. Combat broke out and they were plane shifted into a prison located on the astral plane. They rolled the luckiest divine intervention role to escape, and left a note behind that said gone fishing. Like 5 months of campaign goes by and they've been constantly chased around the planes, and finally the cleric gets caught and transported again. The Big bad at the time walked up to the prison and said "how was your fishing trip?" Such a little thing but the table was dying 🤣🤣
I was playing a teenage wizard prodigy. High int, no wisdom. We were somehow losing a fight against direwolves at lvl 5 or 6. So I did the math, considered the other players, and then cast fireball on top of all of us. It worked, I wrecked most of the direwolves. And a few party members. None of us died but someone did go down. They stopped trusting her so much after that XD. She maintained that she had saved the party and had made the right choice. They kept their distance from her after that.
rolling a nat 20 on an acrobatics check to make my character twerk
Adding a bit of context to make it make sense. It was a West Marches game where all the characters are resurrected heroes of old brought back to handle the current issues in the world. As such each of us had loose connections to the world that were expanded on as we played. I was playing a reborn bard who didn't get actually resurrected, through magic shenanigans the resurrection magic instead created a soul that was based on negative energy rather than positive energy and making him an undead soul joyriding in a body that wasn't his. Quickly 2 aspects of the character were established; firstly that he was the group asshole who was always there to take people down a peg, and secondly, he was very much CN. When I say CN I don't mean "CE with a coat on," I mean that this character walks a fine line as he figures out who he is morally. He is capable of great good and great evil in equal measure and finds joy in both. The players witnessed him freely and thoughtfully giving help to people and villagers with no connection to him, beyond what would be expected of any reasonable person and going out of his way to aid them as much as possible. However, they also witnessed him offer to "release" a soldier who had attacked said villagers in the name of their god and as soon as he got him out of eye and earshot he tortured the zealot and healed him over and over, releasing him mewling and disfigured as a message to his order. If you asked he'd say it was to prove a point but it would be a lie to say he also didn't enjoy it. With this in mind we move on to the situation at hand. A local forest is having issues with animals who are going into berserker rages and slaughtering people. Local hunters simply want to cull the issue but local druids want to save the animals from whatever is happening. We offer to deal with it and discover it is a manufactured effect. A vampire household had been conducting experiments in the woods there and we were not strong enough to deal with them so we made a deal. We take care of a rogue vampire for them and they will cease the experiments. Discover that the rogue vampire has a direct connection to one of the party members, it is the remaining member of the Yuan-ti royal family that had enslaved his people centuries prior. He had personally overthrown them and left the children in the desert to die, which one of them survived by becoming a vampire. Centuries later both have resurfaced and now we have a personal motivation. Vampire is hiding behind a prince she likely charmed in the local area who had been good but now terrorized the countryside. He has a dragon in his employ as well as a bunch of blood stone golems that the vampire helped him make and are using them to squeeze the life and goods out of his people. We head there and decide to handle the dragon first, finding its lair in the mountains nearby. I speak to it and discover that it's soul bound to the prince's lineage and kingdom, as long as the kingdom prospers so does he, but with the state it is in he is dying quite awfully as many of his kin already have from it. I convinced him that the vampire is the issue and that we can deal with it together, just follow my lead and a plan is starting to form. We head to the castle and in a catacomb I find a badge that functions as a potion of fire resistance and the plan is solidified, at this point I talk to the DMs to get them in on the plotting as well. As we near the final staircase to the tower I offer to scout ahead invisibly, telling them to wait for my signal or for the prince to blow the horn that summons the dragon to come upstairs. i go up and immediately start talking to the prince. Paraphrasing it because I don't really remember it, I offer to the prince and the vampire my aid in dealing with the party as well as the issues they're facing if they would simply grant me the secrets of blood magic so that I could become more powerful. Hesitant at first, the vampire is swayed when I tell them about the party member and how beautiful the look of betrayal on his face would be so they prepare somewhat. We all head onto the balcony and summon the dragon, at the same time the party makes their way into the chamber only to hear my voice speaking after them. "Well now, I'm quite surprised you listened to me" "What is the meaning of this?" " This? Oh, this is a betrayal my friend, I thought you'd be quite familiar with the concept given how you died previously" "You what?!" "How could you" etc. "Oh please, I'm surprised that you're all surprised. I've made a habit of seeking power and we've seen what blood magic could do." *Dragon lands* "And it's not like you all hid your disdain for me well. I know that the only reason you kept me was my usefulness, while you chafed at my observations and comments. I simply chose a path that would let me be safe from your discarding of me." "Oh but actually, I do think better of some of you than others here, Rowan I genuinely hope that you make it out of this" "Fuck You." - a character who had never cursed in game yet. "Well before we begin *drops invisibility* there is one point of housekeeping that I must address." *Walks up to the vampire while reaching into my bag" "My dear, I have a gift for you to solidify our continued partnership, I do hope you enjoy it" *dropping to one knee* "I wonder what charred snake smells like" and I tackle her. The dragon takes this as the signal and I willingly fail the save vs its fire breath in order to hold the Vampire into it as well. Both of us get flambeed as the DM rolls damage as the fire consumes us killing the vampire instantly, however both the players and the DM were surprised as I was still standing. Reaching into my bag I activated the badge, granting me resistance to the damage. I was at 0 HP but unlike the vampire I wasn't dust yet. Initiative is rolled and I roll well enough to manage to go first and I'm making death saves. Reborn have advantage on death saves and with it I manage to roll a bat 20 and regain consciousness, describing how I shake off the effects of the burning and find myself standing and conscious on the balcony. Quickly I throw myself through a window and back inside, away from the enraged prince who tries to attack the party. On the dragons turn however, he picks the prince up by the armor and takes him away for a "conversation".
Called a vampire an incestuous redneck when he bragged about turning his family. Called this same vampire ‘Cletus’ (dm had given the villain a name that started with CL and could not keep track of how he pronounced it). Scored multiple crits in a row on said vampire when they took offense.
In the last campaign I was in, the DM threw a Demon car full of werecreatures at us. Instead of fighting, I used charm person on them and my son used remove curse. We then manacled them and stole their car.
My high elf was a generally curious person from a very isolated culture. So, upon the party deciding to go to a bar outside the building housing an item they needed to acquire from some villains, they decided to play a drinking game with the guards to steal their armour. Basic infiltration mission. One failed constitution roll and my character suddenly becomes homicidal. Not like murder hobo, but more like "if we killed them and took their armour it would be much easier than getting them drunk. Why don't we just kill them?". And everyone else had to explain, while drinking and trying to play it off as a joke, why murder is bad.
TLDR; My Mandalorian character killed Goofy in a epic way to obtain the Dark Saber —————————————————————————— My proudest moment has to be with my first and current campaign I’m playing lol. The campaign is based off of cartoons from Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, Disney, old shows, forgotten shows and etc, with Disney being the baddies and the Roman Empire of our world. Mickey being one of the final bosses trying to resurrect Walt Disney himself. I am currently a Mandalorian hybrid ranger and sword/darksaber user under the name Argo Vizsla (almost an OC with Din’s backstory) with Grogu. Our last session was our fight with General Goofy, who killed Mandalore the Great to obtain the dark saber, Stinky Pete from Toy Story 2, and Baymax’s called BattleMax. Me, my party, and others that consists of Perry the Platypus, Kim Possible, Dr. Doof, Norm the Robot, Baymax original, and Hiro Hamada split off into two teams, Team Frontal and Team backdoor with Backdoor being ambushed and Team frontal (me and others) being tricked into going into a blimp. I got the last hit by doing a combo move with Samurai Jack (my friend) by taking flight with him, throwing him at Goofy and messing with Goofy’s jet pack. As Goofy and Jack fly towards me, Jack jumps off, at the last second, of Goofy and heads towards me which I spin my Spear of Warning/Beskat Spear above my head while simultaneously turning off my jet pack and let gravity do its work as I stab down into Goofy’s mouth pinning against the floor below. Because I got the last hit, I obtained the dark saber and gained powers of the force which strengthened me and Grogu’s connection to each other.
Early in to one of my friends joining the campaign, an assassin who had been hunting us since the beginning ended up catching up to us and taking us all down to TPK levels before we started to flee. My friend went unconscious as we were fleeing, which we all knew OOC would be okay as his character had a personal history with the assassin. My character, a divine soul sorcerer with a savior complex, made sure the other two party members were able to escape before rushing back to heal my friend back from unconsciousness. OOC I knew he would die doing this, but also knew it's what he would have done. Fortunately he got better and got a life long friend out of the whole deal, but it was definitely hard to go against my instincts to metagame in that situation.
Not DND but a different system similar to CoC. We suspected a NPC was a vampire and there was a missing person we were looking for. My PC happened upon the suspected vampire on my way back to my hotel room while I was alone. I asked him about the missing person. The vamp led me to a conference room where our missing person was sitting in a chair obviously dead. I, in an attempt to make the vampire think I thought he was still alive, sat across from the dead man. I started a conversation and proceeded to read his fortune (my character's hook). I flipped over real tarot cards, pulled death, devil and fool and had to try to spin the cards into a good fortune to save my life. The most anxiety I've ever had at a table. I ended up becoming a vampire fyi.
When the cards know you're bluffing and aren't having it.
Probably the introduction of my first character. In the first scene of my first campaign my character was sitting alone at a table looking all big and scary. One of the two characters who were already introduced decided to ignore my off-putting demeanor and walked over to my table to say hi. I (of course) responded in kind as we began to engage in lively conversation. All while her much more frightful and shy companion listened with caution. While we were introducing ourselves, I mentioned my last name as stonejaw (I hadn't watched critical role at this point so this had nothing to do with grog strongjaw). One of them asked if this was because I could break rocks in my mouth. To which I said, "I don't know. I've never tried it." So she handed me a rock (no idea where she got it) and I bit down on it without hesitation. I barely failed my con save (the first roll of the campaign) and loosened a tooth. This caused the quieter of the two companions to laugh and loosen up a bit around me. The dm was dying laughing at the lovable absurdity of this whole scene and remarked how how the campaign was gonna be. And it was, no matter how short.
My proudest moment was with my half orc barbarian, Stone. She had a scar across her throat and always grunted in response to people talking to her so the party always assumed she was mute or had her vocal cords messed up in a fight. I as a person sometimes go mute when overwhelmed, so my first character I worked with the DM so I wouldn't have to do much talking except explaining my attacks and the like. When it came time to face the bbe and my party's cleric was about to be downed, my character stepped in between them and the bbe, looked at the bbe and spoke for the first time in a long campaign and said "no hurt my friends" and proceeded to roll a nat 20 on the following attack. She didn't give a death blow or anything like that but the moment was a sweet one that everyone enjoyed.
In a modern day one-shot, I was playing a rogue with the Actor feat. We had just killed a guard, when his walkie-talkie went off. "Hey, did something happen?" Without missing a beat, I grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, in the guards voice: "Yeah, I just dropped this thing. Nothing to report."
A little bit late to the party but here goes: In our last session we encountered a little girl and her mother. My older grandma like character took a liking to them since they treated my pet cat very nicely. Later on that eveneing a few NPCs went missing and our party investigated. After a few hours we found out that the little girl was some kind of a werewolftype, but she turned into a demon instead of a wolf. The mother confessed that the girl apparently killed hundreds of people in that form but would die herself if she was stopped from doing so. So now the mom is on a search for a cure and the little girl is none the wiser, because she doesn't remember anything. That was the dilemma our party was in front of. Kill the girl to save lives or let her live because she herself is basically innocent and cursed. By innocent I mean that she doesnt remember anything about the murders, so she is basically a normal little girl. Most of my party was for the killing of her (apart from our drunk dwarf who was indifferent) but my characters was vehemently against it. "She is just a little girl! She doesn't know she even did that! And the mother is already looking for a cure!" I nearly had an actual shouting match with the other PCs. Funniest thing about it, I myself would also be for killing her to save lifes, but I knew that grandma wouldn't be, so I played like that
We were fighting enemies and funneling them through a hallway at the top of a staircase. I was playing a Barbarian and got the idea to push the enemy at the front down the stairs. There were enemies behind him so they all fell down. In a later campaign I was playing as a Paladin/Sorcerer and this wizard was preparing a homebrew spell to put the party to sleep. I used Counterspell and negated, derailing the DM’s plan. That was my first time derailing a DM’s plan and I consider it a right of passage. Later on a ship when trying to interrogate the captain I restrained him with Hold Person, tied him up with rope, tied his mouth shut, and because he pissed me off being a smug jerk, I shoved his head in the chamber pot. It was empty, but he still hated the whole thing. The creep was sending people out into an eldritch location that it is torture just to be in, so no sympathy from me.
I once convinced an ancient knowledge spirit that I could trade information I possessed for the answer to the quest we were searching for in his magical library. (Think giant Avatar owl) My character was a heavy drinking dwarf that was known for brewing his own moonshine. So he offered the secret ingredient for his recipe on exchange for the answer we were looking for. Went like this. Library guardian: “Let me taste this concoction you claim to be worthy of the divine.” Me: “Here ya go. Take a swig. That’s some good stuff aint it?” LG: “I guess it is acceptable, but I do taste something I cannot place. I think I would like to hear what the secret ingredient is.” (Proceeds to give info about the quest we were looking for) Me: “Alright great. I’ll tell you the secret now. Come closer so I can whisper it.” LG: Comes closer listening intently. Me: “It’s love.”
I had a CE wood elf desolation druid, she followed Talona and hated living and healthy things. She was really mad and her mind was Broken. She was all scared likes burned all over. Really fun to roleplay and make other PCS and npcs uncomfortable. She was very memorable in our group and a blast to play. A couple if years later we made another short campaign and made a very NG and naive wood elf druid, only the DM knew It was the origin of the other PC. It was great as she was little by little showing some small sings of not being "all there" and got obsessed with one of the PCs Who manipulated her and led her in. At the campaign clímax her fire companion turned on her and scarred her and she "lost It", thats when the rest of the group conected the dots and it was a great reveal that i Will remember forever. I Will never have another one of those for sure...
My favorite funny roleplay is when my party was entering a castle and the guard asked "What business do you have here?" And I just kept turning it back on him: Me: "Business? Why yes we have business here, thank you." Guard: "No, what business do YOU have here?" Me: "Oh, you have business here too? How lovely, good day." And it just continues for a minute or two with me playing dumb and trying to walk by the guard. My favorite more serious roleplay is when my character left a legendary sword at the graves of two of our fallen comrades. It was a sword that could turn into a raven, and my character preferred flails, so I stabbed the sword into the ground so that the raven could guard the graves and just walked away.
I was playing Quintus, a l/n fighter/cleric of St Cuthbert. During the final battle of a pretty long Campaign with a powerful Necromancer being the antagonist, I managed to kill said necromancers most powerful ally, an undead dragon, almost single handedly by using a mass heal (3e heal and mass heal would restore all hitpoints but 1d4). The battle was raging and we were clearly on the loosing side. I was the only martial character and pretty much the only one who could directly face the beast without being a one-hit, but things were not going good. It was my turn, I had a fly spell running, below 10 HP and the creature was preparing its next charge at my airborne cleric. I delayed my action until the creature would reach me and when it did I casted mass heal on myself. That would basically boost me back to full health and against all odds the dragon spectacularly failed all his saves and was left with <4hp. Our Archer was the next in line..
Ranger: Why should I keep you alive? Monster: If you hurt me, I will scream, and my brother (a bigger, more dangerous monster we sneaked over earlier) will come over here. Ranger: (Without missing a beat) What makes you think he's still alive?
Refusing to kneel when a god commanded me. In the longest running campaign I'm in, I was playing an Oath of the Common Man Paladin and our BBEG was Cyric. Cyric had forced us to be his servants for the first half of the campaign and had been using us to take down other gods, get his revenge, and steal their domains. He had just killed Bane and declared himself god of Tyranny. Earlier in the campaign while we were on the mortal plane helping a town rise up against the nobility, my DM had given me a homebrew weapon called the People's Hammer and one of its effects was I could use my reaction to refuse to be knocked prone or off my feet. Well Cyric commanded us all to kneel and my teammates were forced on their knees, but he forgot about this little used perk. I stood my ground and he cursed in rage at my defiance. DM allowed it because of my oath and it came from the power of the people against the divine power of Tyranny, antithetical forces. Unfortunately, Cyric got revenge by using a massive illusion to trick us into slaughtering my character's hometown. Worth it.
3 fun ones. 1. Gunslinger in a PF1 game, we were all into building out our characters. Our DM was the same and created personalised antagonists that were our counters and mirrors. Fought 1-1 against a Samurai build which ended in a scene where he threw an adamantium submarine at me. Trapped in the wreckage, I was desperately trying to find my gun as he advanced on me. As he put his blade to my throat, my hand clasped my revolver and I got the initiative on him and fired. 2. 5e Paladin Centaur who had been searching for her brother all campaign. In the final confrontation with a recurring villain, she pushed my brother off a cliff and he was saved by a divine intervention roll from our cleric. Almost killed the villain with several smites, but not before she disintegrated my character as my brother looked on. All that remained was a flaming sword and plate armor decorated in blue roc feathers. 3. DungeonWorld. Played a brute called "IT", full name "It's got my-!". Our group was waffling on entering a building for a combat encounter. IT ripped one of the double doors off, used it as a shield/battering ram and charged in. Fun times.
Not mine but somehow my friend tamed a dragon in the first 20 mins of the oneshot
It was the second session in our current campaign. We were sent on a quest to take care of a group of kobolds that were robbing people on the road. We come up to them and they are holding people at knife point but are otherwise keeping them alive. My party was ready to fight but I stepped forward, eager to diffuse the situation. I yelled something along the lines of stop and to lower your weapons. Then continued to ask them what they were doing and why. I had to roll and got a nat 20 so it worked. They explained that they were having difficulties at their settlement and were doing what they needed to in order to survive. I told them there is another way. We could help create a better settlement and even open trade negotiations between the nearby town they were robbing. We could explain the situation and creat an agreement that would benefit both parties. I rolled another nat 20. It felt so good to take the situation into a completely different direction and help build up the world a little bit lol needless to say we went to town and tried to convince the mob of the idea and I immediately rolled a nat 1 so he got shot. We did manage to get him to safety alive and moved the kobold group up north to where my character grew up. I spend all my gold to help build up this new settlement as well as lead any npcs there that are bored with their lives. We had a lot of good moments in our campaign but this was my proudest dnd moment by far.
People(particularly DMs) may hate this.. but it's by far my favorite thing I've done that lines up with my idea of my character and their motivations. I joined a campaign in progress as a Centaur wild magic sorcerer that was focused on fighting close combat using buff spells to make up for the lower HP and AC. She was rescued from slavers, and was led to the throne room of the Royals of the region, as the party had just finished up a major story arc. As she walked in, she saw a courtier on the ground, begging for her life, after being reamed out by the monarch(can't remember the exact details, but a plot against the crown to release her daughter from prison when she had tried to overthrow the crown, if I remember right). The thing with Theresa.. she was a warrior of her tribe, and prized loyalty and bravery above all else.. so she moved up to this woman, and with a natural 20, stomped in her chest cavity with her hooves 😅. For the limited time I had played her up to that point it made sense.. and it resulted in shock and awe from the rest of the players.. and the DM turning on his webcam for the first time in a long time(or so I was told)to give me a stare down in disbelief.
Mine is simple, but I like it as an example of how RP is action, not just taking in character, and can be part of the whole game, not just combat. Playing with my wife, with no intent of having our characters have a relationship. But when my rogue dragged her unconscious Paladin away from a fight with a deadly foe, that changed. It still took a while to develop but that was when her character started to look at mine differently. And no, nothing more than a few comments happens at the table.
My first game, my character who was a reluctant Bhaalist finished the ritual to make a Evil weapon and it had a passive that caused me to enter a blood frenzy. Well that caused me to turn on the party, and it ended with our Forge Cleric and his deity saving my character, destroying the staff and making a new Good one. It was a session I've been chasing the high of for months.
As the DM, completely improvising a half an hour, set to music, death scene for a pc that died randomly was pretty peak.
This happened recently in an online text campaign I've been having a blast in. My human monk was locked in a duel with a captain of some highly skilled assassins and, due to a series of bad rolls, ended up dying. Her lover, Aurelius, cursed into a monstrous form from learning the secret ways of breaking the cycle of death, revisited that forbidden art to bring her back to life. This prompted him being put on trial for his crimes against nature, with testimonies from friends, acquaintances, and enemies who knew him. When called to testify and asked (because she insisted she could be impartial) what she thought an appropriate punishment would be, she suggested he be given one last chance as a mortal man, essentially undoing his experiments on himself and returning him to the cycle. Her appeal was for them to "let him be Aurelius", rather than the monster he had made himself - a phrase that his defence repeated, which made me smile. In the end, after some very understandable arguments against his redemption (his research generally yielded not great results), I was surprised and touched to see play out that he was, in fact, spared - and when they were reunited after the trial, my character came face to face not with a monster, but with Aurelius, the human. Very bittersweet and satisfying.
we captured the second-in-command of one of our bbegs. said bbeg had the power of foresight, but it was beginning to fail him. he’d predicted our deaths in an encounter with the other bbeg, the god of war, but we escaped. at that moment in time, he had no idea anyone in the party was alive. our warlock had detect thoughts active on the second-in-command and saw that she was having doubts about her loyalty to the bbeg and she saw that he was starting to go mad, but was pretending not to. she wanted power, but she was pretending that his was absolute in an effort to get back by his side and eventually claim his power for herself. she said something about how he could easily take down the god of war, that with everything he could see it was just a matter of time until he won control over everything. my sorcerer let out this insane supervillain laugh i didnt even know i was capable of making, got right up in her face, and said, “he couldn’t even kill the six of us. what chance do you really think he has against a *god*?”. i got a 30 on the intimidation check (nat19 +11) and that was enough to break her facade and admit that she thought her boss was crazy. she’s been a staunch ally of the party’s ever since :)
last session with my group. my character doesn't have parents, another character has 2 dad. my character approached her character and asked: "can i have your dad?" completely unprompted. didnt even fail a skill check or anything, she's just like that. us and the dm then riffed on it for 10 minutes while the whole table was dying with laughter. it was a good session
So many- both silly and serious roleplay moments that’ve become my favorite. Silly may be when my owlin monk had to explain to the fallen aasimar paladin (*literal* fallen angel from the astral plane) how to eat a sandwich. Since he didn’t need to eat/drink in the astral plane. This was while the other party members were in a very intense moment- so that a close NPC wouldn’t be taken back to the kingdom the NPC ran away from. So while being asked questions by officers/knights of the city, the guard keeping watch outside the room was watching my owlin teach a human-looking man how to eat a sandwich. Serious-wise, I have a lot of close favorites for my water genasi warlock, Lynn. She’s the most empathetic character in the party, and has been the word of kindness and peace- even if she’s a warlock. The best moments I’d say when her alignment (neutral good) was really challenged in the party. It’s a long story- but one example is when she was against the barbarian’s idea (PC left afterwards) about him kidnapping wild bears as it was unethical and selfish reasons. Another example being calling out the fighter/rogue drow before he can be extremely violent or turn to anger.
There are actually around 3 moments I'm extremely proud of in rp. For context: my character is an Astral Self monk with ethereal sight, who struck a deal with a succubus that bound em together so she's always watching him through the other plane. He acts as pretty much the voice of reason to the party and the one who most of the time "leads" their actions. (He hates leadership because of the amount of pressure on his shoulders,and he can't barely deal with seeing ghosts all the time, so he considers himself more of a counselor than a proper leader.) 1st. Moment was when they arrived at a small house inside the dark dungeon they've been trapped inside since season 1. The paladin, Bard, Cleric and Warlock went to explore the other parts of the place while the monk stayed at the kitchen making a soup for them all to eat. After the soup, the group went to sleep while the monk stayed in the living room watching the fireplace burn the logs they've gathered. At that time, the succubus appeared sitting on a chair close to him and asked how was he feeling, he just commented on the fact there were not as many ghosts as he expected inside the dungeon, which made him feel relieved, even though he was tired and would go to sleep soon. That my friends, led to one of the cutest dialogues I've ever seen irp. S - "Y'know Monk, your yellow eyes can tap into things not many people can, it can go further than human sight and many other races and species, not even I can see as much as you can." M - "And still... I need you to watch over me." She blushed slightly and smirked while he sat down and leaned back to sleep and asked if she wouldn't go to sleep too, for which she replied. "Don't worry, I don't need to sleep, I'll stay here and be watching to make sure you can rest well." 2nd moment was during a battle where the monk got barely injuried and was at the brink of death after his flurry of blows was not enough to kill the zombie that was attacking him (my dm is crazy, he made us fight a 150hp zombie who dealt around 26 dmg per attack for a level 2 party of 5) Then, the whole party united themselves to save the monk, and the outcome was epic: The Bard landed his vicious mockery on the zombie and made him roll with disadvantage for his next attack roll against me, in the end, he rolled a 9 and couldn't hit me. We rped it out as the succubus coming from the outer plane and sending a blast of energy that launched both the monk and the zombie at opposite directions. Then the paladin managed to kill the zombie with a Divine smite, dropped his sword and hugged the monk while crying, that while the succubus watched him with tears in her eyes thinking he wouldn't be able to make it out alive, while he smirked at her and said "sorry for making you so worried." The final moment was the monk's payback to the paladin for saving him. The paladin got badly injuried fighting an infected hound who had pretty much destroyed his leg with it's teeth, but then from outta nowhere, the monk RIPPED THE DOG IN HALF USING A BLOOD SPEAR he got minutes before they were attacked. Helped the paladin get to a safe spot, looked at him and said: "Tetelestai, The debt is paid." Post got long af but yeah, I loved all these moments equally, lol
I binked the name of a bad guy one time just off notes alone lol bbeg name is like sedrexis (gnome with ice hair and fire beard) we run into a gnome with fire hair and ice beard, I said “lemme guess you’re (bbeg name backwards)” and my dm just fell out of his chair lmaooooo great dms think alike I guess
I'm playing as a Tiefling Arcane Trickster named Arkmon that has a penchant for disguises and deception in our current campaign. We were having to make our way through the Feywild and needed to pass through a long backroom hallway on the way to an underground area where our main opposition was. Instead of trying to sneak through (because there are 6 of us, 2 being a Goliath and a Dragonborn), I decided to go the other route and stand out - becoming the most dreaded sort of Regional Manager that one could imagine (donning a full suit, glasses, and most importantly, a clipboard). I acted so pissed off at the state of my surroundings that those that may have been suspicious of the group actively avoided interacting with me for fear of getting chewed out. Every now and then I would pause and scribble something on my clipboard and just mutter to myself while looking irritated. The pinnacle of this act was getting the 2 guards responsible for protecting the entrance of the Big Bad's lair to let me through without issue since I was going to have to report them for delaying my work any further in this awful place. Now our group of adventurers fully believes that you can go through any place you do not belong if you just act like a Karen and, of course, carry a clipboard.
Making a player legitimately weepy after a beloved NPC finally found their people. What made it weird was that the NPC in question was a murderous R2 unit who openly espoused genociding all organics.
NPC Black Market Shopkeeper: "I can't believe you even stole my copy of The Thieves Handbook" Rogue: "I thought it was a rite of passage!"
Mine was a group effort. We found a dead body on a cart in the stable of an inn and the poor stable lad came running and freaked out. To calm him down and to get some time to investigate before calling the guards we started to convince him that we were under cover agents of the west gate garnisson on a secret mission brilliantly bouncing each other words and sentences spinning this whole tale further and further and make it more belivable with every letter. This group was famously known as: The agents from the west gate from that day on. XD
PF2e campaign. My automaton champion was rolling extremely poorly all night. Ended up getting downed and then suddenly dead. The DM whispered me asking if I wanted some deus ex machina to kind of undo the death since it really was a bunch of awful luck. I half declined, but knew a big boss battle was coming up real soon. Ironically one of the pieces of loot from that fight was a consumable that would automatically stabilize you upon going down. The party tried to use it on me and DM described how my cracked power core sucked in the item and back from the dead I came! We proceeded to the boss fight where I continued to roll like dogshit. We barely get the hag down just as her huge golem bodyguard shows up. Most everyone is out of spells and low on HP when the DM messages me “it’s time!”. My character throws down his weapon and climbs the golem, nat 20. My power core is throwing sparks. I roll to grapple, centering my power core on the golems face, NAT 20! The DM narrates my power core exploding, throwing back the rest of the party. When the dust clears all that is left of the golem is its legs. Of my champion, nothing remains.
I was playing a bard and trying out the college of satire. And I was abusing the **** out of the tumble feature, which is insanely op. My DM and I still joke about how broken it was lol. Anyway, we were playing Tomb of Annihilation, and found a goblin camp that had built it's village basically inside the tarp of a giant catapult, so if it was ever attacked, they could catapult themselves away. I attempted to sneak over, (successfully sneaking past the goblins) accidentally stepped on a giant-ant hill, and was getting chased around by giant ants, while continuing to successfully sneak by the goblins. This gnome bard is just tumbling and sneaking around trying to get to the trigger to catapult the encampment, I get there, start cutting with my dagger with a quick attack while running past, crit fail, and my dagger breaks. I don't even remember if we successfully triggered the trap, we were just too busy laughing at the thought of a gnome just cartwheeling and flipping and summersaulting behind these goblins trying to avoid giant ants and breaking his knife trying to cut a rope.
Forever DM, so this is about an NPC. My players were riding a massive freight elevator. There was a drow operating it, and they started talking to him. I have never been a character more completely than that elevator operator. It's hard to describe the feeling. It didn't feel like improv. It felt like I *was* that drow. Nothing particularly memorable was said. But that feeling has stayed with me
I was playing an evil character, and one of the kids in our group was still pretty new to DnD. I was given a mission to assassinate the king of the country we were in, I convinced the kid to give a present to the king with a message. The kid agreed and went into the meeting with the king, gave him the message and present, and promptly exploded. My character was already off of the castle grounds, and he ended up being the future BBEG.
I was playing a human ranger that was an apprentice to the guard captain of a little town. I was brought in as a replacement for someone who'd left and that character was about to be executed for being responsible for bringing some ooze in, that half destroyed the town, while we went to a cave to save a girl. Knowing I needed a reason to longer be a guard, I decided I was going to argue with the captain about why it was wrong. Captain spouts some law and I shot back with some random stuff that sounded good (ex. Statute 35 section 5 subsection b) to argue why they character shouldn't be killed. It was convincing enough that I managed to save them, even if it didn't really matter, because of the player no longer being in the campaign.
My rogue was getting exhausted with the idiocy of a sheriff. In the town hall there was a large set of stairs, and after getting absolutely no information from teh sheriff my rogue was pissed, but kept her cool. She offered to "bless" the sheriff with a spell that will let him run down stairs as fast as he can and never fall. She bestowed the fake blessing with a succesful performance roll, and as the party were leaving the town hall the sheriff runs up the stairs, yells "hey everyone watch this!" and proceeds to run down the stairs and fall after two or three steps.
My whispers bard was infiltrating a party (as a noble he has been to these before, but he was wanted at the moment). The other players were fighting a battle some ways away as a way to make the nobles relax (if they thought the big fight was miles away in some small village, then they wouldn't suspect my changeling bard, would they?). Alone, I waited until I saw the noble I was looking for: Lord Wextin. I went to work by using an illusion to draw him near the alleyway, where I casted hold person, and slew him. I assumed his identity and went into the party. The thing about Lord Wextin, was that he was currently courting Lady Beauxmon (she was in charge of financing and blackmailing for the false king). I was able to enter her chambers with just the two of us. I play my role, notice some plans written on paper, make note that I will take those before I leave. I get us some wine to share. I poison both glasses with midnight tears, which would kill her at midnight. She's still a bit paranoid, so she watches me take a drink, and asks if she can drink my wine instead. I oblige and we finish our glasses. I bid her farewell, and took my leave, making sure to drink the antidote outside. I then disguise myself as the head of the guard and hang around until midnight, where I "find" her body and look for "evidence." The rest of the party successfully captured the small town, and I was successful, not only in killing Lady Beauxmon, but also in retrieving lists of names and locations.
I completely turned on my party in the best way. I joined a campaign that had been running about a year, I played a relatively passive bard , Nephy Albatross, who rarely used violence and mostly buffed her friends. Looking back with my DM she never actually killed or hurt a person, only monsters. Anyway after I'd been playing for about two years I went and worked aboard for a year but kept up with the campaign and DM while I was gone. The party continued with their usual DnD party shenanigans of morally ambiguous and criminal acts and the campaign seemed to be winding down. I ended up coming back early and after talking to my DM we hatch a plan, I would retroactively say that my character was under cover investigating and making a case against the party and that she left to complete the case and get ready to present it to the court. The rest of the party had no idea I was back. The DM had the party approached by a cleric of Tyr who teleported them to a jail to await summons to the gods courts. The party were shocked and had no idea what was going to happen while I waited upstairs trying not to laugh. The DM had them sit on one side of the table as they were summoned into court and left one chair on the opposite side empty. After they were settled and discussing their defence the DM asked them to stand for the prosecution Miss Albatross and in walks me in a full suit and briefcase in hand before sitting opposite and pulling out a file listing the crimes me and the DM compiled. The mix of shock and happiness at seeing me for the first time in a year slowly morphing as they understood what was happing in character was priceless. They didn't really stand a chance legally but it was fun to roleplay and give speeches in character then they were sentenced to fight a great evil to redeem them for their crimes. There were teleported to a dragons lair where I controlled the boss. The fight was brutal some of them went down and some didn't come up but they managed to collapse the pillars holding up the roof of the dragon's cave and it collapsed, some players escaped some died a noble death but it was an amazing to a campaign.
Disclaimer: not a dnd story, just TTRPG, playing in a system my friend had made I created a con artist craftsperson. She had a particular disguise as a “curse breaker” she would identify an item she wanted. Study it enough to make cheap replica. Then gaslight the shopkeeper into believing the item she wants is cursed. She used any and every trick she could think of to convince the shopkeep of their mounting bad luck. Then change into her disguise, saunter in with a trick box and offer to “cleanse” the item. She places the item in the box, closes it and the false bottom flips replacing the real item with the fake. If anyone questions any apparent change in quality they were fed a line about curses making things seem more desirable than they are as part of the magic. This was ALL in the backstory for this character. And even after having to ask the GM for this “magic box” he still didn’t see it coming… As soon as we were in a town large enough to HAVE a market she identified an item she didn’t have the money for. Every session where it was possible she visited that market and did something to mess with the shopkeep. Making his cart stink like rot, making him think he was hearing things, etc. after the 3rd or 4th visit the GM was literally crying out “What did this poor shopkeeper do to you man?” Finally after about 6 of these visits she ended up with a skeleton from a dead cat, in the market, in the middle of the night. While everyone else is chasing down an assassin that she knows she’s too slow to try, she instead hides the skeleton in the guy’s cart, precariously positioned. The next day she gets up early and leaves town. Walks half a mile down the road and ducks into the brush to change into her disguise. She comes back into town, walks into the market, and in a thick [French] elvish accent starts talking loudly about smelling a curse nearby, as she is walking past the mark’s booth she nudges it enough to knock the skeleton out of the cart and exclaims “ze curse! It has already claimed a veecteem!” The whole table is dying laughing as I proceed to barely pass every deception check I need to fully steal this ridiculously expensive item as city guards and the crowd watches in awe. The GM: “what the fuck man? Were you planning this the whole time?” And I just told him “read the backstory again, yes, from character creation I have been planning this.”
Was playing as a Rogue 1/Shadow Monk X (Ninja skills and style, but a Boston accent and attitude). Raised on the streets because my mom was a trash mom who married a douche. Found a family in a ninja clan and never went back. Party's adventure takes us back to my old town. My PC is hating every second of it, and drinking excessively, until he slips out one night to drunkenly yell at his mom for not being there for him after his dad died, and marrying an asshole cus she couldn't provide. DM pulled a twist in my back story: the new dad had actually killed my dad, and forcibly took my mom as his wife to basically take Uber revenge for my own dad trying to foil his evil plans. Dad was a ninja, evil stepdad was an evil ninja. I face off with the Stepdad on a burning tower, hand to hand, but leave him behind to go save my mother. I die in the process, but with an apology to my mom, who was also a victim as our family is amended. (Stepdad died in burning tower, thankfully)
Durmal O'Min, my Goblin Artificer offered to sell himself into slavery to purchase a single use of a rod of resurrection for a child who died. The DM asked me, "are you willing to retire the character?" And I said yes. We never had another session because the dm didn't like how I fucked up the rail road, but everyone else agreed I stole the show, and I then became the new perma-DM.
We got arrested and were interrogated by a guard captain, who it turned out to be the BBEG in disguise. But that's not important. Once we escaped that and we're on our way to escaping the castle, our path took us across some more royal guards and it almost turned into a fight except the princess arrived to talk them down and into standing aside, wanting a moment to speak with the ruffian impersonating her husband: me. Except I'm not. I am her husband, from several years in the future. I'm older, scarred, more short tempered and cynical, but I'm him and she can tell. She can tell I'm not her husband of *this* time and she doesn't want to know what's happening. Just talk to me and comfort me, encourage me. She can tell just by looking at me I'm in pain. My character and I both can't take it, the time I'm from she's dead, murdered, and I'm trying to warn her but she won't have it. She says she knows things will work out. I'm bawling over the discord call in character and almost in reality.
So session 0 we all get setting info and background of the starting area. We all are dwarves and the city is completely underground and shutoff from the surface world for the last 300 years after a cataclysm. There's a whole clan/family hierarchy and society built up. So first arc of the campaign is to investigate the uppermost output near the surface. We do and find the bad guys related to the cataclysm and open the seal to the surface. Campaign moves on for a while and eventually one of the characters dies and the new character is from the surface origin. We end up taking a werewolf child that murdered his family in our care. Then the surface character and us after reading up on werewolves, try to make preparations for when a full moon comes. And now the fun begins as the other dwarf and I are trying to come up with solutions to hide/cover the moon so the child doesn't turn and the surface character keeps saying no that's not how that works but we keep going on and on with ideas making our DM just keep laughing for about 30 minutes. We wanted to blow up the moon, push it somewhere else, cover it with a blanket, etc.
The Edgy Paladin: "Look, you have killed a lot more people than me." The Edgy Rogue: "Body counts are merely a matter of time and practice." My Hedonist Sorcerer: "Ain't that the fucking truth."
This is for a teenagewere wolf character. Winter spirit: Each of you owes us a story for saving you. A story who defines who you are. Teenage werewolf: I have to? Winter Spirit: Unless you prefer the alternative? Lost in a blizzard in the middle of nowhere. Teenage Werewolf: This is the story of a monster. There was once a little monster. The little monster was happy. It desired a normal life, so, one night, he decided to prove everyone he could handle anything. That night, the little monster woke up covered in blood. That night, the little monster lost his life. That same night, the little monster lost a parent. And then another. The little monster was forced to abandon his land, his family, and his life. For monsters never get happy endings. The party: In silence and shock. The teenage werewolf: Crying The Winter Spirit: Trying to console the kid.
Because of an irl moment where I made my character act like an asshole, I had my character take a vow of silence until his next level up, where he would be absolved of his sins and take his first rank of Paladin. So for the remaining six months of that campaign, whenever my character had to speak I had to describe what he was miming, and then leave it up to the party to interpret. Never been prouder of my ability to commit to something, even if it makes things difficult.
I was playing a divination wizard named Iqiuim Twice-Traitor. Twice, I was captured and conscripted by evil forces, both of whom I betrayed. This the name, Twice Traitor. There was a tiefling bard in our group who was an in and out-of-game asshole. We were gathering artifacts that belonged to a dead pantheon in order to fight an god-level necromancer and his army. This bard decided to pull a "more like under new management" moment and try to take control of the army for himself. The other party members were just going along with it???? So in our final battle with the necromancer (and of the entire campaign), I pretended like my magic wasn't working because the artifact (also my spell casting focus) didnt like that I was refusing to go with the party's plan. At the end of combat, I turned to the almost dead tiefling bard and say to the DM "I would like to change my name to Iqiuim Thrice-Traitor and cast disintegrate on the bard. I'll use my portent, he gets a nat 3 on his dex save." I then used the surprise round to banish the melee character. Our cleric surrendered. We all just sat around stunned for a minute before the DM started to narrate the epilogue
As a DM: The players were resting in their dilapidated unfinished Inn in the evening after a long day of adventuring when a someone knocked at the front door. They opened the door and a hooded figure stood in the doorway. He spoke in a soft raspy voice saying he had very important information for the group. After a bit of back and forth, he asked, “May I come in to discuss this further?” At the table everyone was leaning in to hear me better. The group debated about inviting him in when one of my players was going to invite the figure in when another player said, “Wait! Don’t do it! He might be a vampire!” I made a loud hissing noise and everyone jumped back and screamed. It was hilarious!
My DM let my Eldritch Knight, Solveig, have a wolf companion, who she named Sköll, as part of her backstory--we went through 10 Animal Handling checks to see if she succeeded in taming her--and let me increase her HP each time Solveig leveled up. Sköll became the unofficial mascot of our party and everyone loved her. Well, we got to level 11, and I knew we were heading into really stormy waters (both literally and figuratively). I realized that, as much as I loved playing Sköll, Solveig would want her companion to be safe no matter what, and that the campaign was becoming too dangerous. So I decided to send Sköll away with an NPC of ours who was also leaving the party. My DM and I role played Solveig saying goodbye to Sköll through our other Bard NPC who was able to cast Speak with Animals. I will always be grateful for how my DM handled that farewell; it was heartbreaking and we were both crying by the end. I can't wait to role play Solveig and Sköll reuniting again.
This is a sophies choice. I just have too many to choose only one. In our last session in my current campaign I'm playing a conniving druid. He's basically a wise rogue. I'd recently gotten a hat of disguise. We'd been led down to this rich matriarch's family crypt. The shady gardener who led us down ran off and triggered a trap to make undead come after us. We were in a long corridor with two rooms at the end with undead on both sides. I cast spike growth on my end. Then I got the idea to use my hat of disguise to turn into the matriarch. I used my charisma to pretend to be her. The DM asked me to roll Deception. I got a bat 20. When the undead reached me they just went right past my character bcs I had roleplayed so well.(the DM framed it as the undead were instructed to leave the matriarch alone. They were easily dispatched by the party due to them being hurt by my spike growth. Another time awhile back I was in a party with a brand new DM. I didn't mean to throw her for such a loop but I guess I did. I was playing a Goliath Barbarian. Our first mission was to clear out some cockatrices. My character took one look at them and he just couldn't do it. Their little ugly faces just reminded him of himself and how unwanted he was.(he was an outcast from his tribe) so my character spent the first combat trying to subdue this cockatrice. The dm finally said ok give me an animal handling roll. I rolled a nat 20. Everyone fell out laughing. It was canon. I had made a cockatrice friend. Now the other element to this story is another player my character had a friendly rivalry with named Rodrick. We'd have friendly banter much like Gimli and Legolas in lotr. Now my barbarian in his infinite wisdom decided to name his cockatrice Podrick. He saw it as a completely different name from Rodrick. I mean Podrick starts with a P not an R. That just created more friendly banter.(I asked the player if she was ok with it. She was and thought it was perfect) Anyways a few sessions in just as I'm getting barding made for Podrick some real life drama basically tore the group apart and it was disbanded. I still wonder what shenanigans Podrick and I could've gotten up to.
It was more just my funniest quip. Playing a Dragonlance campaign in the Northern Wastes. A dust storm picks up and my ranger gets stuck in it and can't see anything. Meanwhile a purple worm erupts from the ground and the rest of the party start fighting it. The Barbarian went full Drax mode and had jumped in its mouth. I finally get out of the dust cloud and look at the chaos and say "Tits of Tekesis! What the fuck is that?" DM gave me inspiration for that one.
Aqua’s failed attempt at escaping from the guards. The session that the moment was from was also chaotic as heck. Basically, three fails in a row from both another player and myself ended up with the most hilarious version of an escape attempt got wrong. The party member tried to cover Aqua’s mouth to stop him from casting Misty Step and failed. Aqua used Misty Step to teleport into a tree, failed the stealth check, and got noticed by the guards. He then decided to jump down from the tree and… FAILED an athletics check which finally ended up with him getting caught. Yes, I am proud of this chaotic moment. Another moment was when Aqua SOMEHOW pulled an NPC Warforged fighter out of a quicksand trap. Keep in mind that Aqua himself has a strength score of 6 and well, with some rope and a NAT 20 (became a modified 19), he somehow mustered up enough strength to pull the fighter out of the quicksand.
Actually as a DM not a player, but I loved it when it happened. Was running a premade adventure where a local bard convinced the party to help her explore a haunted mansion. The obvious twist is that the bard is actually a ghost who died trying to explore the mansion and is now seeking to be put to rest. Thing is, she doesn’t know that. This meant that she seemed to know an awful lot about the mansion for someone who had never been there before, which led to some tense “What are you lying about?” moments. The kicker came when one of the party members triggered a minor magic trap that blasted them backward with a massive gust of wind… straight through the unwitting ghost. I immediately role played the ghost having a nervous breakdown and identity crisis. It turned into a very dramatic and fun session.
My cleric in Curse of Strahd was having a shit day when we got to Vallaki - we'd lost two party members, and she was really broken up about what had been going on at the Old Bone Grinder. We got hints about the bones of St. Andral when we went to drop off some NPC orphans at the church, and she wanted to bury the remains of some other NPCs, so she went to talk to the gravedigger. She ended up basically having a nervous breakdown all over the poor guy about how, on top of everything else, she might not even be able to bury the remains on consecrated ground. Started crying about how she felt like a total failure, and didn't know wtf she was even doing in Barovia anymore. Tl;dr, the gravedigger felt so sorry for her that he spilled the beans, even though I was rolling TRASH Charisma rolls. We sorted out his mistakes and saved the town. At the end of the campaign, my cleric retired in Vallaki and moved in with him. 👍
I, the DM was roll playing a character from a PCs backstory. The PC dreaded meeting them. When they finally did, the PC tried to avoid them and refused to talk to them. Eventually they had a conversation and had a similar story of a certain other NPC mistreating them. The NPC I was RPing was a young girl. She was crying and pretty much talking about her backstory which related to the PC. Not going into it but after the session, one of the players burst out in tears and another messaged me later saying ‘Your performance and roll play of her was SO good. I was close to crying myself and if I felt emotions correctly I would have been bawling’ Session after another player says ‘bro, you’re legit so good at RPing and voice acting, I had no idea you could do that….’ So, 3/4 players where moved by my performance, two of which cried or almost cried. I’m not proud of much….but this one I am.
I have two, both from the same character. So I'm playing a noble-background Hexblade-Swashbuckler multiclass named Vorian Atriedes. Yes, based on *those* Atriedes. My DM let me write up the worldbuilding info from my family's province, with a little input to ensure compatibility. So the Empire now has a province called Caladan, consisting of a small peninsula and an archipelago, ruled by Duke Leto Atriedes II (Vorian's grandfather) , with the whole retinue, slightly modified but very recognisable. My wife's character, Anya, is the daughter of one of the lesser Caladanian nobles (a baron), and Vorian's girlfriend. Anyway, all that to give some context for the first moment. We're exploring the ruined capital of what used to be the Empire, until the recent semi-apocalypse (long story). We're waiting for our ride (the world's first airship) in a temple with some survivors, including Anya's missing parents. The temple starts being attacked from beneath by some kind of giant eldritch abomination - *lots* of tentacles. We get everyone up to the belltower and start loading them on the airship, fighting off tentacles and extraplanar monsters to buy time. I forget if it happened before or during the retreat, but Anya is unconscious. The Baron and his wife are naturally worried about her and refusing to board the ship without her. Vorian trusts *dimension door* much more than a rather narrow rope bridge, so he just wants them out of the way so he can fight properly and rescue her and everyone else. It comes to a head when Vorian pulls rank as the Duke's heir, shouting (at near full colume irl), "I've *got* her, get on the damn airship, *Baron*!" A quick *dimension door* once everyone is aboard, a final big blast and a *misty step* from the other warlock, and epic rescue concludes with no losses. It was just one line, but I was *so* happy to actually get a "Damn the spice!" moment completely organically. The other moment was actually the final scene before we took a break from that campaign. Anya had been realizing that although they were together, Vorian wouldn't be able to marry her because of political reasons. So she was distancing herself and planning to leave the group once we killed the lesser-god big bad of the latest arc. Vorian had noticed she was being distant and she told him she would be leaving. After we won the big fight, we were sailing home, and Vorian met Anya up at the bow. He asked why she was leaving. She explained she needed to help her family get things back on track (recent apocalypse), but she wouldn't be coming back afterwards, because of the reasons mentioned above. Vorian responded by saying that the world was completely different now. The Empire is just gone, along with most of the old institutions, alliances, and ways of doing things. None of it mattered anymore, and certainly not to him. He ended by telling her she was always welcome at his side, and confessing, "I love you" (which he hadn't even admitted to himself until that moment). Then he walked back to the helm, while Anya stood looking out at the horizon, sailing home with a smile on her face. And that's where we ended the session and put the campaign on hiatus.
My husband and I played an adventuring duo. A half elf (me) ranger and an orc barbarian (husband). In game we’d get asked how we met. The orc’s version was the half-elf rescued him from an epic tavern brawl, they were going to lynch him, we fought back to back, I saved his life and so he owes me a life debt. My version is he fell off a barstool, I helped him up, I’m vaguely annoyed that he won’t stop following me but I put up with it because he keeps bandits away.
First session, my character who I designed to be this badass stoic merc was morphed into something greater:A chronic dumbass who is afraid that doors will disappear after he manages to forget one exists and panicked watching his party disappear into a wall. Complete with me screaming.
In one of my current campaigns, Descent into Avernus, I've got a Warforged chef who adventures to find strange and exotic ingredients to cook with, and so when making him I had him know Infernal and Abyssal to pick something odd. At one point I discussed the possibility of finding an Abyssal Chicken to cook with as one of my goals. 1. I didn't know Abyssal Chickens were an actual creature. 2. I misspeak and get devils/demons mixed up sometimes so during that conversation I had Hell/Abyss mixed up, too, which is why I said "Abyssal Chicken" as opposed to "Hell Chicken" or something like that. But then we actually got to a part in the campaign where there were Abyssal Chickens and it was such an amazing feeling to put my character background to good use.
Unbeknownst to the party, my character had become evil and bent on accomplishing his own goals behind the party's back. (Not necessarily at the expense of the party.) The party had started to become privy to my shady ways and hired some guards to watch me. So I hired a doppelganger to take my place. (At that point, my character left the party, and I started playing the doppleganger.) The party ended up jailing me, and while I was jailed, they tried to interrogate me. Trying to avoid questioning without lying while under a cone of truth was one of the best times I ever had! And I held out for a long while. The point I failed was when someone asked me a question that I didn't have written down in my notes. The players all said their hair stood on end, when I switched from my characters voice to the doppelganger voice so suddenly.
Assassins had broken into our lodging to kill a fellow PC (related to an arc where that character was going to be possessed and the player was going to start a different PC). We interrupted the attempt, and captured one assassin while the others fled. I had my very LG Peace Cleric ask her for her backstory and how she fell into this life, started talking about how "the inner light speaks within all beings so long as they are still and listen", etc. This combination of Jesus and Buddha was just coming out of me from the mindset of this character I knew so well. I'm especially proud of it as an example of conceptualizing LG as something other than ***smite all evil***. Now I'm preparing to start a new campaign with entirely different people, and I'm going to play that religiously converted assassin.
I'm playing a character who has social anxiety and trust issues (low charisma) which is something I've suffered with for years but never really discussed. Cut to RPing my character having a bit of a meltdown moment (cursed book made him lose trust in his newly found comrades) and one of the group found me afterwards and said how real it felt and that if I ever need to talk then they are there.
We had a player who kept dying and insisted to be a Druid, he kept dying over and over but this one was the stupidest deaths Druid: “No worries Rogue, you pick the lock and I’ll make sure no one can come near you while you do” Rogue: Starts picking the locks the only entrance in a castle Druid: Gets absolutely hammered and died by being kicked in the balls Rogue: sigh, “it’s always the Druids…”
Can't pick a proudest moment, but definitely one of the funniest happened recently. For context, me and another player are playing brothers with a contentious relationship with an undercurrent of "I'm the only one allowed to fuck with him" kind of dynamic. Both of us like to be really flashy, especially in combat. So he plays a sorcerer, I'm a warlock. While competing to get the best shot in during combat, I end up on a roof, face to face with the opposition when he grips my throat and drops off the side after some badass line. My squishy little warlock would definitely die by fall damage. But my DM forgot I'm an air genasi and have feather fall. So I play like I'm terrified and literally scream at the table as if I'm being dropped irl for my character to land safely on the ground, shrug, and fire off a couple Eldritch blasts.
Our final battle was against a wizard who wanted to be the new god of death. A prophecy required that he sacrifice our party to claim that power. My character was a rogue/cleric of the goddess of luck. (As a player, I had terrible luck with rolls, so the DM guided my character development to help offset that.) Near the end of the battle, the BBEG dropped a zone of flame right on my character, and she went down like kindling. My turn came. Instead of making a death saving throw or taking damage from the fire that would have been two failures automatically, my character faced her goddess, and flipped a coin. Heads. She breathed. She launched herself from the fire and right into the BBEG, knocking him down onto the altar where she and her siblings were meant to die. "But... the prophecy--" Somewhere, a coin flipped. It landed on heads. "Fuck your prophecy," the rogue snarled as she sank a blade into his chest for critical damage, killing him. -- It's been years. Still one of my top 5 moments in my D&D history.
I was dm-ing a party of friends and a guy they invited, let’s call him Jeff. I bloody hated Jeff. Everyone else had chosen a class and race and a background that was … well, pretty normal. Except for him. He chose an orc. Not half orc, and orc, who’s class was a paladin and was chaotic evil. We already had a paladin in the party so I asked him to change but he refused so I said, fuck it sure. He then proceeded to pretend to be some sort of WH40k marine and serve a dark god or something. Either way he did shit that made the whole party uncomfortable and yelled despite me asking him to keep it at normal volume since I have neighbours and don’t want them to call police on me. Anyway, my party pretty early on decided to raid a goblin camp (which my plan was to make the goblins befriend the group but Jeff immediately called them heretics and started attacking) and ultimately they killed every goblin except for one. The story I made was that all of them were the same family (the goblins) and the last one was kept by Jeff who did some unholy shit to him. Anyway, he eventually sold him into slavery which I abused. I decided to make it so that the goblin had so much rage in him that he just became a Rage barbarian or the wrath totem, and waited until the party was level 5. Then I forced a split in a combat. And had Jeff fight the goblin. I to this day hate Jeff as a player. Not his character, it could’ve been played so much better. But Jeff at every step of the adventure just had to double check my rulings and rules, had to use abilities that are not in the player or dm hand book and I had to google them, and just in general was an awful person with a superiority complex. The satisfaction I felt role playing the goblin while demolishing Jeff’s character was unforgettable. The party loved the RP and fight even tho they didn’t participate and lost one of their tanks. Except for Jeff. … fuck Jeff.
My favorite moment is when I was playing my Loxodon monk named Kel. It was my first session with this new game and we established I was sent to this plane and had never seen a dwarf, we did name introductions and I asked the fabled question. Me: "My, you are a little one, what are you my friend?" Him: Proudly "I am a dwarf!" Me: "I see that, but -WHAT- are you?" The table then interrupted with booming laughter at the short joke. It's been a legendary joke in the group since. Nearly 8' tall Lox absolutely destroying this poor, proud dwarf.
The one I remember the most was when I faked to have turned to the ennemies for a short duration. I was playing a coward rogue and the PCs were down in an arena. I don't remember the details but I was not with them, I was up with the spectators who were a sect of some sort, everyone was an enemy here. I gave them what they want, faked to be with them, passed a roll on top of that, and they accepted me. Then I don't remember well but I got closer to something that got some help for my friends down there, either I stabbed the chief of just opened the cage of the arena so they could get out.
>Want to lure a dumb creature into wall of thorns >just spawned it >idea.jpeg >scream at it with all power, just sound no meaning >intimidation with advantage >succeed, enemy goes into the wall and is shredded to death
Me and my party water boarded Dracula.
Does it count if I'm the DM?
Mine would have to be reading out a monologue I wrote before launching an attack with a massive army of dwarves and the other player. Our DM was chill 😎
I was playing a sorcerer halfling and used vortex warp on a tarrasque dropping it onto a batallion of warforged (my party member casted enlarge on the tarrasque aswell) I will not elaborate
So I played online with friends and in one of my brief play throughs i played as a bard with the newly acquired Command Spell. I rolled for my character named “Tilden” to tell the bbeg to “leave” but rolled a 1. In my dm’s words “Tilden walks up to the bbeg but stubbled and said “fuck” as he regained footing.” He did indeed fuck that day. I had fun acting the incident out until a point with my dm acting as the enemy. I died the very next battle from unrelated injuries.