[Statement: I do not have organs. I am at a disadvantage.]
Sorcerer from @normal-horoscopes’ Amber Skies! One more and I’ll have drawn the whole party!
[Statement: I do not have organs. I am at a disadvantage.]
Sorcerer from @normal-horoscopes’ Amber Skies! One more and I’ll have drawn the whole party!
terror au where it’s just the worst d&d campaign
Sunday School (snore) would have been a lot more fun like this...
Yeah, how can I not reblog this, Himself Upstairs is snickering too hard...
ah, yes, the 3 popular d&d webseries: critical role, the adventure zone, and netflix's castlevania
This is literally the most bomb-ass D&D story I’ve ever read in my life oh my god.
Holy shit ._.
Some RP sessions have better stories than actual fiction. I mean, goddamn.
For those having trouble reading the text:
We had a campaign in D&D where we assembled a steampunk-ish time machine. After many sessions travelling through time, uncovering mysteries and learning harsh lessons about changing history, we had to stop a time-travelling cult from destroying the gods, and therefore the world. We failed.
Our machine crashed, we were stranded earlier than we had ever been able to travel. We found the Gods, but only a few of them were present - it was as if some had never existed. Then we realised - we had to become those Gods. Our party was entirely divine (Cleric, Paladin, Avenger, Invoker), and each of us was a worshipper of a god who had been unmade - and we were the only people in existence with enough knowledge of the forgotten deities to assume their roles.
But two of the players were worshippers of Io (in his twin forms of Tiamat and Bahamut, who would of course form later after Io’s ‘death’), and only one could become Io. The other would have to be the un-created Asmodeus.
So the most just, honourable and dedicated Lawful Good paladin I’ve ever seen roleplayed became the god of tyranny and evil. If he hadn’t, the gods would never have defeated the primordials, and the world would never have been completed.
In our setting, Asmodeus is every bit the epitome of evil you would expect him to be. Nobody but the gods who abide his presence know him as otherwise. He adheres to his role because he knows he has to - and that in doing so, the world can exist. He can never tell anyone his duty, and no-one who knows can ever discuss it.
In the farthest recesses of the Nine Hells, in a chamber sealed tighter than any other in existence is a pocketwatch of finest gnome craft with a photo of his family in it - his wife, son, and little baby girl.
They were killed by an orc army marching under the orders and banner of Asmodeus. Their deaths are what drove him to become an adventurer.
Goddamn
I wonder if Evil Chancellor Traytor had a similar origin story.
local teens play an old earth tabletop game called dungeons and dragons that jake was really excited for them to try out, everyone gets very into it, the subplot is that the adults all think they’re up to something when really they’re just nerds
Taken from the wild at a very early age or born into captivity, the Domestic Mimic shares many traits with their wild cousins but differs in a few key ways:
If you are considering a Domestic Mimic as a pet, please consider adopting from a reputable rescue centre that has freed them from the numerous Demonic Cults that consider these gentle creatures ‘status’ monstrosities.
My understanding of D&D is that the GM has the power to make the next quest a heist, but the players control whether the background music for this heist will be the Pink Panther theme, the Mission Impossible theme, or the Benny Hill theme.

That’s it, that’s the game!
based on this text post that i couldn’t stop thinking about since i started critical role:

[Image ID: a tumblr text post by theglowqueen that’s a paraphrasing of the audio clip, comparing Matt Mercer and Griffin McElroy as DMs]
[transcript: a clip from Critical Role:
TRAVIS (WILLINGHAM): Ten, ten points of damage.
MATT: As you sweep down, you completely bisect the rat with your blade. You hear it- [SCREAM] scream out in this loud, heavy, horrible, monstrous squeak. You’re not used to hearing what normally is a small rodent sound, but amplified from a larger, almost bulbous, mutated form that it now has. As you impact, you see it cut in half. It releases this putrid cloud of whatever gases its body holds in it. I need you to make a constitution saving throw, please.
TRAVIS: Oh, shit.
[fade into a clip from The Adventure Zone]
TRAVIS (MCELROY): I’m gonna- I’m gonna two handed battle axe at him.
GRIFFIN: Okay.
TRAVIS: Attempt to cleft him in twain.
GRIFFIN: H’okay.
TRAVIS: That is 13 plus 7, a twenty.
GRIFFIN: Yeah, that’s a hit.
TRAVIS: [quietly] Aaand 1d10… [mumbles] Ooh, that’s a ten! Plus 6, 16.
GRIFFIN: Okay yeah, uh, you don’t cleft him in twain, but you get a- but you get pretty deep in ‘im and, uh, and he falls to the ground. As uh, as this, as this man is bleeding out, uh, at your feet, uhh, you remember the, uh, orders of lieutenant Hurley who um- uh, humbly requested that you not murder anybody during this sneaking mission.
TRAVIS: Oh, I meant that non-lethally, clefted-
GRIFFIN: [bursts out laughing] You said ‘cleft in twain’, sir.
TRAVIS: But I meant non-lethally.
GRIFFIN: Tell me, if you can explain to me how you cut somebody in half, survivably-
TRAVIS: With my words.
JUSTIN: Yeah, what kind of gross Hannibal stuff are you- like, uh- like uh, uh expertise in human-
TRAVIS: When I meant- When I said ‘cleft him in twain’, I meant like caused some kind of psychological schism, that would make him-
GRIFFIN: Well, you’ve done that!
TRAVIS: Put him in a fugue state.
GRIFFIN: Yeah, he’s in a state alright.
]