my party met an anime femboy catboy who would speak like they were from the bronx once
they died in a driveby
one time the cleric roled a nat 20 on a strength check
“Fine I’ll do it myself” - the cleric
I played with my uncle and parents and I was a generic sorcerer who works for the local mayor.
Make your friend a noble human artificer with the Armorer specialization and, if you can choose stats to a certain degree, decent charisma alongside high intelligence.
my brother was a hexblood hexblade warlock
Boy do I have a story for you. (Spoilers for Tyranny of Dragons)
It starts with an Aasimar paladin named Asa Lucent (played by my mom) and a tiefling ranger named Noro (played by someone I met through the campaign). Now, Noro’s player didn’t give him a backstory, so he just said that his character had amnesia. Our DM had a lot of fun with that.
After completely skipping the first chapter, it was mostly smooth sailing aside from a few racist comments towards Noro from Asa. That was until we got to the first Cult of Tiamat camp, where we decided to go in pretending to be a traveling circus offering to join the cult. We got tied up by them, obviously, and they recognized one of our party members. That party member was Noro, or Zariss, as they called him. It turns out, Noro used to be one of the Cult of Tiamat’s heads, and he had the black dragon mask, an extremely powerful magic item (I think it’s powerful, we haven’t gotten that far yet) on him. And they took it from him. After that, Asa’s distrust for and racism towards Noro skyrocketed. He even started to follow Bahamut, the god of metallic dragons (the good aligned ones), and Asa still thinks he’s working for the cult.
Me and some friends were doing Dragon of Icespire peak, I was playing a human sorcerer who lost his memories when he was attacked with gang violence by people jealous of him.
Last session of the campaign, fighting the dragon, and I randomly think “well, someone has to try, right?” So I roll persuasion to get happily married to it. I got something low, and the dm says “that’s fine I wouldn’t have let you do that unless you got a nat 20 anyways.”
One of my friends immediately reminds me that I have inspiration, and I decide I probably would end up saving it till the very end anyway, so I use it. Nat 20. Cryovein takes me and flys off, and in the next campaign (dm’d by the same person, the setting was changed up though although we kept Phandalin and the areas nearby canon in the northern part of the map) I play a Dragonborn with the same last name and a affinity for the same kind of magic my first character used.
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Once a couple of friends and I ran a D&D campaign. It didn’t go well. One of them did some concerning things to a goblin corpse and then vomited up a platinum coin, which we used to buy 200 bottles of beer. Afterward, a friend rolled a nat 20 on seducing a dragon we were fighting (don’t ask why but at least we survived). Our DM quit, but it was still a lot of fun.
Not DnD but a Call of Cthutlu oneshot. My role is a Doctor of Medicine
Basically one of our guys tried to 1v5 some cultists and we didn’t help him because they were armed with guns and this was just at the first hour of the game.
By the second part of the game I tried to help one of our members from their injuries and just failed every roll, causing to be called a quack doctor by everyone. One member opened a book and got his neck twisted, but used a lot of luck to just snap it back in.
By the end of the game, I died because I didn’t convince the cultists that I am just a passerby after a botched attempt to get in the BBEG base, and basically only
2-3 people remained. The base was an archeological site with the BBEG reviving the guy that did the 1v5 with an artifact. There were a lot explosives around so the logical solution was to throw it to them. But they didn’t specify where to throw them and the BBEG survived anyway. One of them became a mindslave and the last player died by getting jumped by the mindslave and revived character. Total Party Kill.
This is set in 1930’s Berlin. Yeah you can connect the dots.
oh speaking of racism in DND…
Had a family session yesterday. All three of my characters aren’t human. My sister made her character growl at my gnome, and I’m actively refusing to play now. I do not care if my father made the campaign and it took a while.
Family campaigns suck. It’s people you already don’t always get along with, and their worst traits are amplified tenfold during it. My mom’s a wizard but says what her character is thinking in a way that’s smug and annoying. My sister’s a racist towards every race and often tries to derail the entire party in ways that end up in the most annoying positions. She can’t even PLAY chaotic good correctly.
Worst of all? I’m playing three characters. I’m fine writing a huge piece of different characters interacting. But I don’t want to deal with that when I have to say it at the table and I also have to play them all at the same. fucking. time.
Don’t play multiple characters, don’t do family campaigns.
just get split personality disorder and have each personality play a character, simple
yall never been a dm …
I went to a D&D session once, got bored after 15 minutes and went through my friend’s computer for the next two hours
it’s been like 5 years since i was an actual player 
I mean I’m making a character for myself to use in a campaign a friend is running
outdated term, its DID.
I’m sorry, its dissociative identity disorder, a friend of mine has it, I have to vouch 
I’m trying to be one because I hate myself.