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I just got done with this necklace . It’s hematite and blue glass beads with 3 metal dolphins . Now I have to make the earrings and ring to match it. December 10 2018 Timothy Craig Fowler




I just got done with this necklace . It’s hematite and blue glass beads with 3 metal dolphins . Now I have to make the earrings and ring to match it. December 10 2018 Timothy Craig Fowler
Outstanding
Context: my party and I are nearing the end of a dungeon crawl. Cold Iron was mentioned earlier as a potent anti-fey tool, and the main boss of this story arc happens to be Fearsmith.
Fast forward thirty minutes.
DM: You replace the flame on the Living Wick.
Me: “go stand by that wall over there and stay there”
DM: It does so sheepishly. You realize upon it moving it was sitting on a chest and not a chair.
Me: I would like to search the chest.
DM: Among other things, you find a sword made of what you assume is cold iron.
Me: Can I try rolling to make sure?
DM: Without seeing or working with cold iron beforehand, you wouldn’t have a frame of reference. Reminder, however, you are proficient with these kinds of weapons.
Me: Alright…. I clip the sword on my belt.
DM: (My Name) successfully equips the Sword of Cold Iron!
Me: COME ON!
That’s funny 😂
“Individually, We are Strong Idiots. Together, We are a horde of Mighty Morons”
— The Dwarf in a 10 person game, upon everyone reaching Level 20
Awesome
Context: Me and a few friend have been going through The Lost Mine of Phandelver for a few monthes and we just entered the mine. This party was composed of a Dragonborn Druid with a horse sized dog, a drawf cleric, a Goliath Barbarian, an elf blood hunter, and an eldritch Knight (me).
Me- I’m going to start walking down the smaller path.
(Everyone but the Goliath) - Yeah, I follow him.
Goliath- Well I don’t want to use my reduce potion, so I’m going to go the other way.
Me ooc- Chris… don’t do that
Goliath ooc - why?
Me ooc- You’re going to die
Goliath - nah, I start down the other path
A few minutes later the Dragonborn looks at the elf
Dragonborn - Where is Varok?
Elf - I don’t know?
Dragonborn - I run back down the tunnel looking for the Goliath.
Elf - I follow him.
Dm- A few minutes later you find the Goliath swatting at what looks to be giant mosquitoes
Goliath - HELP ME!! IM DIEING!!
Me ooc- Chris, what did I tell you?
After that the Goliath, our tank, spent the rest of the dungeon drink potions and avoiding fights with giant mosquitoes.
[Context: so two of my players really wanted a chance to dress up nice so I planned out an assassination at a ball. Two of our members decided to compete for who could steal more.]
Wizard: I got two pouches of gold pieces, 7 silver table knives, a pair of diamond earrings, and a copper locket.
Rogue: I have a faberge egg, two silver pouches-
DM(me OOC) cuts her off: How did you fit a faberge egg in your dress?
Rogue(OOC): I put it in my bra
Wizard(OOC): You think someone would notice the faberge egg in your tits, right?
Rogue(OOC): Shut up! Dresses are fluffy!
Wizard(OOC) to DM: Are you gonna let this slide?
DM(Unsure of what to do): How about a… stealth check?
Rogue rolls a 19.
DM: No one suspects you have three tits. Well done.
Entire party is cracking up at this point.
Scenario: I, a dwarf, am dressed up as a child to try and take down a hag that preys on children. It does not go right.
DM: you’re looking at a hospital of what appears to be very sick children, all of whom are staring at you in shock because they just saw you punch their caretaker in the face so hard he passes out. What do you say?
Me: …..hello, fellow children.