I DM a ongoing adventure with a group of friends. We play once in awhile, but when we do it’s pretty epic. The party has changed a lot. Some have left the group, and many characters have died—but nobody will never forget the epic death of the Barbarian bear-shifter that obliterated an entire room.
The players were sent into the lair of a black dragon who controlled an army of Orcs, along with some Necromancers. The party fought through floors of monsters, dodged candles that emitted unholy auras, and survived a hall full of traps. Everything was going fine, until they came to a room with some Minotaurs.
That's when the Barbarian (wh…
A few friends and I started a game of D&D. We were all new to it—that is, except the one who had played D&D for years. Suffice to say he's brilliantly devious, and hapless me was the DM.
After a couple of low-level adventures to get everybody used to the game, I moved onto an adventure which pitted them against a villain known as the Winter King. As you may have guessed, all of his powers had an icy theme.
Before we started I let them shop in town for any supplies or magic they would need. My devious friend spent pretty much all of his gold on something called Marvellous Pigments.
"What are they?" I asked.
"They're magical crayons…
I was DMing a 5e game for a small group consisting of two characters, one of which had recently sustained serious injuries in an encounter with goblins (they were both level one). A goblin had noticed when the Rogue’s upper body became trapped under a cart, and had thus gone to town on the Rogue’s leg with a rusty scimitar.
By the time the Rogue was rescued by his friend (a Bard who surprisingly was coping with the goblins rather well), he’d already lost his foot. As such, the two decided that their best bet for regrowing the foot was to raid a high-class potion shop in Neverwinter.
They rented a room in an adjacent hotel (the honey…
I learned the hard way that just because your character has a high skill, doesn't mean you should use it.
It was my first night playing my new character, a Knight. My group and our freshly-rolled characters started a quest that led us to a mysterious Wizard's home on the outskirts of a small town. We needed to talk to the Wizard, but a young man was in our way and not giving us any information.
I had invested quite a few points into the Intimidation skill for my character, which I intended to use during fights. My friends were getting nowhere with this guy, so I mentioned my talent for intimidation.
“Would you like to join in the p…
This is a story of Gethric the Ready. The NG Fighter, Bard, Dervish that was never ready… ever. Now this was early in my DM career and my group played with 3.5 rules. My PCs were as follows: a clumsy Cleric to Pelor, a wolf-loving Ranger, a punch-happy Monk, and Gethric. After some pretty epic encounters, cultists, wolves, even some ettins, our party found themselves working in a Dwarven King's army. Now Gethric had been a problem child since the get-go, getting thrown off of cliffs, getting caught sneaking into cult bases, and just terrible life choices in general, much to the amusement and anger of the rest of the party. But he want…