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#1 Taejang Sep 29, 2014 9:10:18	As a new DM, I'm always interested in making a fun and engaging experience and encouraging creative gameplay. So I'm asking you all to post your fun gaming stories from 5e and include anything the DM did to help make it happen.   To start us off, here is a tale from Lost Mines of Phandelver (light spoilers ahead). The group split up to cover more ground in Phandalin, so a pack of four Redbrands decided to move in on the elvish monk and human wizard. When the monk attacked and rolled a critical fail, he sprawled at the ruffians' feet. Laughing, they proceeded to beat the tar out of both the monk and the wizard, but not before the wizard cast Burning Hands and took one ruffian to two HP.   The Redbrands stole everything of value from the pair and took off before the other two players could arrive. When the players later visited the Redbrand hideout, I added Frank, the Redbrand with hideous burn scars covering his face, to one of the fights. Frank even used darts stolen from the monk. The players loved it.   What fun, amusing, or amazing stories do you have from 5e to share?
#2 iserith Sep 29, 2014 9:41:23	I wrote up the highlights from my LMoP experience here. I still need to write the recap for the second group but man do I hate writing those things.   From a recent Hoard of the Dragon Queen in which I play Butch Uprise, a fighter folk hero who has taken one too many hits to the noggin (chat log edited to condense and add context):   Show GM: At about two hours past noon, you get a rather strong sensation of dread. Baedric Helder (the cleric) clutches his amulet in his fist and looks to the skies. GM: Something deep within your god's portfolio, but directly opposed to both you and your deity, is coming. Something powerful. And it's coming for you. Butch Uprise: What has you so bothered, Baedric? GM: A shadow moves within the clouds. Baedric Helder rushes to the company of his comrades. Baedric Helder: Something dark is coming, though I know not what. Butch Uprise: Maybe it's nighttime? That's kinda dark. Is this a riddle? Tessele (the wizard) combs her hair out of her face, still straightening her dress as she passes out of the small bedchamber set aside for her, and her expression is fiercely interested. Butch Uprise: Lady Tessele is better at those than me. Baedric Helder: No my friend, this is quite dire. Butch Uprise: Is it bigger than a bread box? Tessele: "Is it coming swiftly, Helder? Do you know how long we have?" Baedric Helder: This feeling is pressing in on me, hard to concentrate, it may already be here. Butch Uprise: I find it hard to concentrate sometimes too... Baedric Helder rushes back to the battlements to scan the horizon. Butch Uprise follows. Tessele mounts the stairs after them, quiet in her delicate boots, still pinning her hair up as she goes GM: And you hear a dreadful roar as a great blue dragon comes down out of the clouds. Baedric Helder: Butch....it's bigger than a bread box...   Later, once we're engaged with the blue dragon:   Butch Uprise looks around for any siege weaponry like ballista or catapults. GM: There are ballistae. Baedric Helder shouts into the sky. Baedric Helder moves to his companions and takes a knee. Uttering some small words of blessing *casts bless on those around him* Butch Uprise runs to the nearest ballista. Butch Uprise: If it's close enough and loaded, he prepares to fire it at the dragon. GM: Dexterity or Wisdom attack. No proficiency, unless you have a tool proficiency in siege weapons. But you do get Bless. Butch Uprise: Wisdom check: 21 (a natural 20!) Butch Uprise is blessed by Tempus. Add 1 to that. "I've got a BOLT of my own!" *puts on his shades* GM: Critical hit. Base damage is 2d12. So do 4d12 damage. Butch Uprise: 22 BOLT damage Butch Uprise dives for cover. GM: The bolt lodges itself in the dragon's left front leg. Gildred! Gildred is still gaping like a rube at Butch's success.
#3 souldoubt Sep 29, 2014 11:55:34	Yesterday my group and I were exploring some sewers and came across some goblins, one of them a shaman with some kind of Large golem for a pet.  The wizard hurled a firebolt at the golem.  Turns out the golem was made of raw sewage.  It ignited.   We were now fighting a golem of flaming poo.   edit - PS: Sounds like a fun game, Iserith!
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#5 ChrisCarlson Sep 29, 2014 13:06:45	Akeisha wrote:
#6 souldoubt Sep 29, 2014 14:06:25	ChrisCarlson wrote:
#7 Taejang Sep 29, 2014 15:01:04	souldoubt wrote:
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#9 Cobblestein Oct 01, 2014 5:00:41	I ran LMoP for the first time for my son. The players were him (Dragonborn Barbarian, Gordanoth), my wife (elf wizard, Silique), my best mate (human bard, Harrison Fjord) and my other friend (human rogue, Rouge).  At the very first goblin ambush my son wanted to rush to one of the goblins and start slicing. I said ok and for him to do an attack roll. as he rolls his dies he procceds to yell out loud on th top of his lungs "GET OUTTA MY LIFE!" Not only did we all laugh at his battlecry but he also landed a crit! i have told this to my other gaming friends and they have made "get outta my life" their battlecry.
#10 Senri-Sei Oct 01, 2014 5:49:47	This story is as brilliant as it is stupid, as hillarious as it is sadistic   So we, Our party of half elves and high-elf managed to intercept a goblin ambush. Everything went well. As always, not one of them could get past Varis' (Half-Elf Fighter) or my (Half-Elf "Cleric", Senri Dawntracker) armour. At the end however, John (Half-Elf Ranger) wanted to keep one of the merely unconsious, but very badly wounded goblins in his backpack. This did not go down well with us, Snortle Amastacia and Garanto Amastacia (High-Elf Wizard and Half-Elf Sorcerer respectively) putting up valid arguements such as "The goblin won't fit in your backpack" Nevertheless, John persisted and ended up bringing the comatose goblin, naming him Jack, with us. Shortly after we arrived at a cave entrance guarded by wolves and John attempted to subdue them peacefully. Our DM (Whose form is an omniscient golden eagle) hinted that feeding the wolves may make the check easier. So he fed them Jack.