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Gonna be talking old school here

Aya Clarke

Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
Anyone remember their very first session of DnD? Granted I've only had one, but I very much enjoyed it. So I'm curious, what are all your first/best DnD stories?

Tag is more of a hopeful, since I cant say for certain it's goign to be funny.
 
I've played quite a bit of Dungeons & Dragons (3.5, 4.e and 5.e), Rogue Trader, and Pathfinder, so I think I have a few funny stories to share.

My very first session was in 4.e D&D. We did not understand anything, so it was just me and my friend who was the GM. I played a Dragonborn Fighter, but I forgot all my gear and stuff. I was attacked by a town guard for seemingly no reason and managed to arm myself as I defeated them (Go breath attack!). It didn't go on as we figured out that we did not know what we were doing.

My first session in 3.5 edition.
I played a monk and my friend was a fighter with a trident. At the end of the dungeon, we ended up chasing the villain up on the top of a cliff where the climactic battle was supposed to commence. After a pretty heavy fight, my fighter friend rolls a critical hit with his trident, but the enemy is still alive. It's my turn next, so I roll to see if I can jump over my friend and fly-kick the enemy. Nat 20 acrobatics, nat 20 attack, full damage on hit. This is what we decided would happen:

The fighter thrusts his forked weapon deep into the death knight's abdomen, making him howl and thrash in agony as the barbs tear his flesh. Behind comes the monk, and he kicks the back of the trident in order to send it deeper into their foe's guts. However, misjudging his strength, the monk kicks the fighter in his entirety THROUGH the Death Knight as he is dispersed in a mist of bloody ash.

Good times, good times.

Story from Pathfinder:
My party consisted of a half-elf druid with two bear cubs, a gnome alchemist, and me, a human cavalier. We had found a bandit camp and were tasked with chasing them away. However, we also found that they were too many for us to handle in a straight up fight. So, we decided to sneak in and torch their camp. I manage to do some surveillance simply by convincing everyone I'm a new addition to the band (Charisma for days!) and find out where the big-wig bandits are. I decide to torch their tent, but end up not getting past their guard. So instead, I fill a bucket with oil, light it and say

"OH MY GOD, SOMEONE SET YOU ON FIRE!" Before throwing the bucket of flaming lamp oil in his face then hitting him with my sword.

As he screams and rolls around on the ground in agony, four more guys come out of the tent. I'm standing there with my sword in hand, a flaming bucket, and a burning man at my feet. So, I decide to try a bluff and tell them "Some adventurer set him on fire, he ran that way!" and point off into the centre of the camp. Three of the four buy it. The last one did not. So, I try one more time "Did you hear that? I better go check it out." and as I turn my back on him, I hear his sword unsheathe. The fight was intense, but I got extra points for creative use of bluff and diplomacy.

Another from Pathfinder:
I play a half-elf inquisitor called Dominiq who is the designated party leader. In the group is his sister Lupa (feint-based rogue), Ragnar (Barbarian/sorcerer hybrid class), and a crafting-based Arcanist with some multiclassing, named Elros. The two latter were actually hired by Dominiq, but they became friends over the course of their adventure. This was also a mythic campaign, so everything was a bit hyped up.

Their land is in a state of constant strife between guilds and the feudal lords aligned with them. So, in order to support our guild, we help in the takeover of a city. Our part in this takeover was to capture a prison and free the prisoners in order to sow chaos. Among the prisoners would be captured soldiers loyal to out guild. First, Elros tries to spy on the prison tower by acting like he's terribly interested in the architecture. Which worked for a little bit, but he crit-failed and had to be bailed. So Lupa goes over and pretends Elros is her mentally ill grandfather (Elros is an elf). No doubt, when we come back, security is heightened, but we manage to capture the tower.

At the end, we find the prison warden, who had not participated in the battle, sitting in his office. He takes out a pipe, some beer, and offers it to Dominiq who will place his demands. After Dominiq turns down the pipe and the beer, the warden (Nephew of the current Lord) smokes his pipe and drinks his beer as a sign of dominance over my inquisitor. So, Dominiq takes the beer and pours it over the pipe, putting it out and symbolically extinguishing the warden's position.

In the end, we put the warden in the lowest dungeon with a candle and a bottle of fine wine just outside his reach so that he would always be reminded of the life he had before he was put in chains.

... I swear, I was a good-aligned character.

And I might pop in with a few more stories over time.
 

Aya Clarke

Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

Beautiful. Beautiful.

Here's my one and only story I was a parrt of...

So keep in mind my group of friends was mostly new to it, only the DM had any idea how things worked. She also had zero f*cks to give so she let us be whatever she could figure out stats for. So my group was as follows:

Mindflayer prostitute cleric <Ah he's fun> of the lawful evil sort
Khelpi druid of the true neutral sort
The world's worst Changling rogue thief <chaotic evil>

And me. The human warrior. And natural moral center being lawful neutral. Also: pigtails because reasons.

So we're just doing a sort of 'practice' mission, very simple. Meet in tavern, go to a town, kill werewolves.

Then it just.. it took on a life of its own.

So first of all, the khelpi just wants to eat things, so she constantly tries to eat me. That's annoying. The mindflayer is throwing sexual innuendos around, and the changling is trying to pickpocket and constantly rolling 1's. He always found turnips.

So he tries to pick a guy's pocket and somehow ends up in a fistfight with one of the guy's kids (while im being dragged off to be eaten, again), and there's a really like, DnD racist old man you just ahve to enjoy. You know 'screw the drow' and all that.

We end up doing our job, you know protecting the twon preparing everyone to meet at city hall. Basic stuff. Party decides to split into two, and by that i mean 3 go to check out this guy's basement where he said he locked his kids, for their protection, and I stay at the hall since Im the one in plate armour with a greatsword. While they're gone I utterly destroy one werewolf on my own, leaping into the air and driving the sword right down his gullet.

Good times. I proceed to sit and wipe the blood off while my teammates... have a heck of a night.

So turns out this guy's children were werewolves and they ate their mother. The party turned one of the kids on his brother, tricked the dad into coming with, and we picked up a couple (the girl tied her boyfriend up since he was a wolfy too).

Then a camp in the woods and... well long story short the rogue has to find the cure for lycanthropy, he became a serial killer who takes the identity of the last person he killed, and goes off on his own. While the rest of us now have a pet kid.


The DM and the rest of us just, just had nothing left to say to this scenario.

3.5 i think btw
 
[member="SilentVex"]

Okay, that is pretty awesome.

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I couldn't find a clapping gif where they look happier.
 

Aya Clarke

Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
[member="Darth Ophidia"] Great way to start it out no?

Another ufn story i got from a friend though was this time they had climbed a like, 100 story tower dungeon, and when they got to the boss up top they all jumped out the window and fought him on the way down.

Poor barbarian broke the tree branch he tried to grab onto.
 
[member="SilentVex"] Great story.

I play a bard in a party of three brothers from a family with a long history of adventuring greatness. The oldest brother is an Aasimar Fighter (age 80), the middle brother is a Tiefling Magus (Age 60), we have an NPC brother between us who is a Human Wizard (Age 40), and finally, me, the Human Bard (age 20). We are all biological half-brothers with the same father, and he must be up to some funky stuff.

The Aasimar, the Tiefling, and the Human form the adventuring party Trinity Punch and started to build their reputation of being "The greatest adventuring party to ever adventure!". We joined the rebel side in a civil war against the elvish nobility. After we run some successful missions and root out a web of spies who had infiltrated the ranks of the rebels, we hear that the Nobles have our brother.

So we set out to rescue him and sabotage the flying city of the Nobles.

After infiltrating the city with the clever use of a bag of holding and a levitation spell, we cause a bit of havoc and release a trapped demon they use to siphon power from in order to keep the city flying.

As the demon went rampant and destroyed one of the levitation mechanisms, the party split in two. The Bard and the Magus went to the backup levitation mechanism and blew it up while invisible, and our Aasimar brother stormed into a house and picked up our brother, who was there entirely by his own will, advising the nobles on how to fight.

And the city plummets, 500 000 people perish. We come floating down thanks to feather fall and levitation spells.

It didn't just crash into the ground with a spectacular roar, it crashed into another city.
 

Aya Clarke

Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

Life goals.

Also a life goal: The pesant railgun. Depending on DM's, some will let you pull this off if you can get the logistics together.

Basically since one turn is 6 seconds in combat, you get, lets say a mile of pesants to stand in a line. Pass a pebble from one to the next, and have the last one throw the pebble. Since its all within 6 seconds...
 

Aya Clarke

Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
[member="Darth Ophidia"] Is it rule breaking, though, when the DM allows it?

I argue not so. Plus I'd probably only do it with somethign like the terra.. is it terrasar? The uh, the really impossible thing to kill.
 
EDIT: Okay, my friends and I have been playing a two-year game. It's altered to fit the lore and universe of The Elder Scrolls. Started as a mini-adventure that evolved into a massive story with a bunch of side/minor story lines.
 

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