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This is just a place to tell about funny or interesting experiences in Dungeons & Dragons. And now, the story of the death of Galladin Elmwhisper, which is quite possibly the dumbest death in D&D history. (background information: We were playing in the official Tomb of Annihilation campaign. We were all level 9, and my character, Galladin, was a druid) We were inside the Tomb of the Nine Gods, and there was a room and the only way in was by entering a trapped door that would snap on you if you tried to enter. So, I thought, "Hey, if I turned into a fly, I could fly in undetected," so I turned into a fly and flew in successfully. Then, I see some little holes in the floor, so I flew in to investigate. Turned out, those holes were actually spider dens. DM: "You fly into the hold and look around, when suddenly, a horde of spiders surrounds you." so, I rolled to try to escape, and I think I rolled like, an 8, so yeah, i failed. "As the Spiders suck the life out of you, you revert to your true form, but since you are inside a tiny hole, your body explodes under the pressure." and in a normal campaign, the cleric could just slap a revivify on me, but in this campaign, there's this curse that stops that from happening, so Galladin is gone forever. And that's my dumbest death in Dungeons and Dragons, and possibly the dumbest death in the history of the game, I hope you enjoyed my story and I'd like to hear any stories you have.
Alright so. Be me, ruggedly handsome Wilson main. walk walk fashion baby. So I join a Klei server in its very, very early days, like day eight. Things get set up quick, and I help out with planting resources. Slow start, but we have fun. Then. THEN. Conversation occurs. I forget how exactly it started, but we had a fun time talking about our headcanons! Come winter, we already had some wonderful in-jokes. We'd put up some signs as, like, camp laws. It was great. Took down Deerclops, too, and almost starved. Had a bunch of birds named DJ Grooves who I all ate. But the best parts come around the beginning of Spring. This was when people started to leave, and my game crashed upon picking up a lantern. Everyone was gone, and the Wortox and I decided to take on Bee Queen. We subsequently did not defeat Bee Queen. But, food was getting scarce, so we made a run for the caves. Someone showed up, died, and didn't leave, so there was a worse sanity drain than usual. Even worse, it started to rain. I was the only one with an umbrella. True love was achieved. Then we both died to bunnymen and insanity and the camp got taken over by a lureplant. There's my life story, folks. Hope you enjoyed =:)
i saw 'in character stories' as a thing so might as well copy paste a drabble i did a lil while ago detailing the events of a past playthrough i've talked abt before (mods tell me if i can't insert a link like that) so yeah! here's a quick in character drabble from the perspective of the wilson i was playing, enjoy =:3 It was the third day of spring, I think, when I noticed our food sources getting low. Hungry and, well, curious, I decided to go on a search for food in the caverns below. Before that, Wortox (was that his name? The goat-Krampus-thing?) suggested we both take on the Bee Queen by camp. Stupidly, I donned my helmet, grabbed a spear, put on the old Thuelicite chestplate poor Webber had given me before his passing (I still cry over it) and headed out. As expected for a man facing a giant bee, I nearly died. Wortox ran around while I got hunted down by bees. Not fun. Anywho, we waited a day to prepare (and use the last of our rations. Great thinking, Higgsbury!) and then ran for the sinkhole, leaving that Woodie guy to fend for the camp. After we descended (I got caught on the rope), Wortox threw a campfire together for me as I gained my bearings. Through the cave ambience, we managed to hear screaming about how something was at camp. Wortox later came to find it was a Lureplant. In our messy, item-filled camp. Whee. Halfway through the cave trip, it began to pour. We didn't really have anywhere to take shelter, and I only had a flimsy, on-the-spot umbrella that I had to share with the demon. I am now questioning my orientation. Anyway, we got rained on, and it rained hard enough that I ended up completely saturated with rainwater. My sanity was slipping, and we just so happened to only have meats on us, so the nearby bunnymen hounded us. Beaten, insane, and utterly wet, I yelled out in desperation for Wortox to take everything off my corpse as I died. He did so as I re-awoke at my effigy, clean shaven and freezing. I hate spring. i haven't written wilson since like. 5th grade so dfadsfsdfa apologies if this is ooc! also tell me if this needs to be moved to a seperate DST art thread or something! im real new so i havent really got a grasp on how things work yet!