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dingodoodles · 2 days
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⏳✨Fool's Gold Sands Ep.4 is up!! ✨⌛️
Time to travel down the worlds worst Slip N' Slide....
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yourdndstories · 3 months
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I regret to inform you that the bird is the word.
Based on a submission from @little-sparrow37
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thechekhov · 2 years
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Can you share more funny moments from your DnD campaign please
I’ll do you one better.
For context: This happened during our Curse of Strahd game, which is now leaning into Homebrew territory because my players refuse to go to Ravenloft. 
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Not pictured: The unicorn, immediately after taking falling damage, also got electrocuted into oblivion because one of the players is cursed, courtesy of the Amber Temple. 
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Needless to say, I was thrilled concerned about how much I packed into the dungeon crawl to wear them down, only to realize they were fully capable of doing it themselves. 
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thedicepaladin · 1 year
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“Well, traditionally, rules as written says-” “Well I’m the DM of this campaign, so... my rules now, WOTC can suck it :D”
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dungeonsandkobolds · 1 year
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Master Post of My Fave NPCs in My Campaign:
Old Man Riddles
(Can appear anywhere and it'll make sense)
Entire deal is he sits in a puddle of mud splashing about and throws mud at the party if they get a riddle wrong
Chester
(Again can appear anywhere without explanation)
A mimic that talks! He takes the form of a chest, you throw 10 gold into his mouth and he spits out a random, maybe useful potion. He does not know what any of the potions do
Sofa
Chester's best friend. Essentially a dog. Licks everything, but mimics are adhesive so he gets stuck to things a lot.
The Meat Traders
(Found on the road)
Curse by the meat witch to trade meat for meat. They can ONLY accept meat in payment and only have meat to trade.
Frat Boy Doomsday Cult
Having a massive rager to celebrate the end of the world. The world doesn't end. They fight with lacrosse sticks
Billy McGee
Local old man that does tours of the catacombs. All of his ancestors are in the your, having died of riding animals such as "2 dragons". When asked how they were riding multiple animals at once, his answer is "badly"
Thray
(Owns Thray's Curiousities)
Gay vampire that runs an Antiques Store. Refuses to uncurse the cursed items cause they're more fun the way they are. Beefs with all other arcane practitioners, currently banned from the wizards uni.
I'll add more as I remember more
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It's my birthday!!!
Share your best and worst dnd moments! The ones that made you laugh, you cry. Even the unimaginable horrors you've beheld at the table. I want it all! I love reading about other's ttrpg adventures, so go buck-wild and share!
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frenchvani11a · 1 year
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DM: You all see an odd looking gnome coming towards you. He looks very angry.
Bard (me): Okay… what does he want from us?
DM: He begins to speak. “I am angered against what you have done. You harm a plant, you harm myself. Prepare to die.” His eyes begin to glow and he floats, storm clouds coming into the sky, “Do you know who I am?”
Ranger: Uhhhh… no..?
DM: “I am the Lorax.”
Bard (me): Oh shi-
DM: “And I SPEAK FOR THE TREES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Everyone: *Screaming*
DM: *Proceeds to kill nearly the entire party with the overpowered Lorax*
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sundalion · 5 months
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This scene yall‼️
Was sobbing on my carpet at 1:34 am over dnd monkie getting death due therapy
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couchtaro · 4 months
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Do you get together with your friends once a week to imagine best friends you made up holding and getting held in desperation and terror as one of them rapidly turns to stone, the other flooding her with his literal life force, which manifests as a visceral compulsion to survive, in the hopes that it will somehow help her resist, offering “the closest thing to a prayer he has” as he begs his warlock patron to do anything at all, telling said patron “you don’t know her, but she’s everything” and pleading for her to live while watching her literal actual light gradually extinguish as the petrification overtakes her, all the while she is using what little mobility she still has to hurl lasers at the monsters attacking their friends who are defending them so he can focus his energy on saving her. Or are you normal
@justabitscrewy used every single one of her turns in a session-long combat to hold Phaela and RP her guts out and like. My word. I have to lay down. Let them hug. They’re goin thru it
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Image 1: a roughly sketched digital drawing of two D&D characters. Izen, a drider, is shown in his form of dread, a defensive state designed to frighten off attackers. In this form his face is bare skull, with four pairs of hollow eye sockets and purple mandibles on either side of his jaw. Tears run down the stark bone of his face. He is wearing the bracers that Phaela decorated for him by wrapping them in ribbon. With both hands, he holds Phaela’s face. She is a tiefling woman who looks up at him with wide eyes. Izen’s prized possession, a talisman secured by a ring of straps, is wrapped around her shoulders. Her chin is tilted up as if the stone spreading up her body is a rising tide she is trying to stay afloat in. She is petrified up to her neck with only her head and extended left arm free. Both are suffused by a starry blue glow, which is no longer present in the dull stone overtaking her. She holds starlight in her free hand that she has been trying to defend them with. Her expression is a mixture of desperation, determination, fear, and guilt.
Images 2 and 3: a roughly sketched comic. 1) Izen faces us. Phaela wraps her arms around him with her back to us, her head pressed into his chest and shoulders hunched. His hands rest on her back. 2) Izen bends down to hug Phaela properly, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder. His pedipalps also wrap around her for extra huggage. 3) Izen straightens and lifts Phaela up off the ground, his pedipalps forming a sort of platform that she sits on. 4) Phaela curls into Izen like a child, tail hanging limply down. One of his hands securely circles her back, the other rests on the back of her neck. He rests his head on her shoulder and one of his spider legs comes forward to hold her as well. Maximizing points of contact here. 5) Phaela wildshapes into a cat just to get super extra held. She is nestled in his arms, tucked under his chin, being gently stroked. Her face is still not visible.
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cloaksandcapes · 10 months
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Trials & Tribulations of a Dungeon Master #213
DM (Thinking): Okay, today they'll arrive at the Emerald Loop and Fighter will finally run into one of her siblings. This will kick off her entire backstory side quest. I've put so much planning into this...
Meanwhile...15 minutes before Fighter's Brother is set to show up and recognize her.
Paladin: Hey Fighter! This magic item I got last session gives me +4 Charisma, which is really, really good for my spells and stuff...but I know you're worried about people recognizing you. It also lets me shape shift, so you can have it for now if you want? So no one recognizes you.
Fighter: That is very kind of you. Thank you Paladin, I'll take it! DM:
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gooseontheinternet · 4 months
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hi dnd tumblr 😎 i'm beginning to plan my curse of strahd campaign for my group, and here i am wondering. pondering. considering, even.
dms, is there something in strahd you would have changed/removed/did end up changing?
tips? tricks?
i myself have never played (which is so sad) but i'm determined to run it
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yourdndstories · 1 month
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Jinkies! Based on a submission from @thesealfriend
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cameronthecryptid · 3 months
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I used to be a part of a dnd group in a server filled with friends where one of our friends was the DM and we were redoing a game of Curse of Strahd where I was just a redone version of the character I did before with a slightly different character plan in regards to a potential madness spiral that Strahd and his spouses were meant to play on and getting him from the inside. But things happened and me and the group are no longer friends with the DM anymore but I always wonderwhere they were going with my character’s details.
See, my character, named Mac, was a knight of a now long since fallen kingdom that Strahd destroyed all the way backwhen. But the thing was that he was pining for one of the princes of the kingdom who he was good friends with (named Varis), and also a side thing were he was kind of seen as a omen that the kingdom would win in the fight/war against Strahd but through plot fell through. Mac ends up almost dying in an attack when Varis uses magic to not only save him but seal him into a sleep state so that Mac can’t run off and get himself killed again due to his personal burdens. However, because Strahd is trying to kill the who royal family, Varis flees leaving Mac hidden somewhere apparently vowing to return someday. But hundreds of years go by and Mac is awoken through other means but due to his injury being a head injury, he has amnesia and doesn’t know who he is, where he came from, or his origins, only recalling the name Mac and some blurry vivid memories na d just wandered around till the plot called for him and the party.
Through adventures and occasional things in game, Mac starts to feel a sense of familiarity and recognition with various things but doesn’t know why or how. For example in the Death House he finds a book about his since fallen home and recognizes the names of the kingdom and the royal family and Varis specifically, but he doesn’t know why. After leaving and destroying said Death House he wanders around a nearby town to try and think about why these names seem so familiar when he comes across a mysterious stranger who talks to him a little and upon finding that Mac is trying to recall the realm’s history gives him a large book full of the entire history and then disappears. And unfortunately for us all, that’s where it got cut off due to the break up.
I will mention that the plan was that one of Strahd’s spouses Escher looks a bit like Varis and though some shape shifting actually takes on the prince’s appearance because Strahd (somehow) knows about the Mac and Varis situationship and is trying to lure Mac into either madness or into a form of manipulation via having him think that the fake Varis is the real one so that Escher can make Mac do things because of his love for the real one. But also there would be a bit more drama because Escher, who’s grown battered through Strahd’s treatment and obsession with Tatiana, sees how much Mac cares for him under the idea that he IS Varis that he at some point actually falls in love with Mac and so has this whole dilemma of being in love with the “enemy” and feeling bad for having to play and betray him while also knowing that my character the love he is receiving is not actually for him but rather who he pretends to be. Meanwhile Mac is faced with not knowing who he is but knowing that this person before him means everything to him in some way that he can not remember and a sense of shame rooted in both his present amnesiac self not remembering and his subconscious believing that he’s failed the one he loves and swore to protect with his life.
All the while there is no answer as to what happened to or where the real Varis is.
Yes, I made tragic gothic gays^2, and yes, the DM let me do it. But I’ll never know what they were cooking up in terms of making it happen
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cyberphuck · 3 months
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Though the DnD campaign went on permanent hiatus over a year ago, the First Encounter with Ganymede is something my friends and I still talk about a lot. They had been tracking Ganymede since the second module, and everywhere they went they heard tales of him showing up, thunderbolting the shit out of someone, and taking their magical weapons before striding off down the road, his dark purple cloak billowing out behind him. (was he a demon? what was his connection to Mordy, their NPC babysitter who occasionally spoke in tongues and whose blood gave other party members an affinity for lightning? where did all that enormous, terrible power come from, and why was he taking magic items and leaving them, broken and dull, in the road later? who does his hair?)
Then they finally spot him-- the mage, the myth, the legend!-- and he just... walks off. The sparky finger-guns also happened in-game.
(DM's Note: I couldn't remember whether it was Meryll @foxgirlfeet or Norixius @razzek who actually confronted Ganymede, but I chose Meryll because I have another DnD story comic in the works for Norixius. and I'd like to note that @victor-maze was also there for this session; he could only make it to sessions once in a while so he typically rolled an entirely new character each time, and this time he was a tiny pixie wearing a rubber band as a Borat-style swimsuit and wielding a greatsword.)
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dungeonsandkobolds · 2 months
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If you can't handle my DnD campaign at “rocks don’t have sex!” then you don't deserve it at its “some people are not good, but that doesn’t make it okay to be bad to them”
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Worst DnD moment: New player joins our table at an open game. He's incredibly enthusiastic about roleplaying a consistent personality, which is cool until he proudly tells the tale of how he once made his character sit in an inn for an entire session because his character wouldn't have taken the DM's hook.
At this point I realised he a bit of an asshole, but I'm not going to lie, I was still eager to see what this serious roleplay character was going to be like, the guy had put a lot of thought into fleshing out his Japanese Human Sage Monk...
And then he opened his mouth in character for the first time. DM, It was a full "flied lice" racist caricature of an Asian accent coming out of a loud English guy in the middle of a packed pub and he was so proud of his acting skill. My soul withered and flew away when I realised everyone around us could hear. Thankfully he never came back to our table again.
I *cringed* reading that, oh my goodness. That is a good thing he never came back 😄
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