A recent session of 5E was so mind boggling, I simply had to retell it here. A group of five: the Dragonborn Eldritch Knight, a Gnome Rogue (more teeth than Gnome), a Human Bard (with a spectacular identity crisis), a Dwarf Monk (with the worst BMI ever), and myself, the Half-Elf Sorcerer trying to herd the mad cats.
After a couple of sessions of adventures where a beloved NPC had perished and everyone in the party was blaming everyone else but themselves, we had to enter a dungeon to follow the evil cultists and their loot. For, reasons? We forget.
What transpired proved we were more dangerous to ourselves than anything the DM…Read more