Anyone here played some DnD in their lifetime? If so, I want to hear your stories! Did you ever roll a 1 in combat and nearly killed your whole team? Were you a homeless wizard that magically created a mansion out of thin air? Or did your evil sorcerer friend mercilessly sacrifice your hafling companion to the God of Death? Post yours in the comments below!
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Alright, here's act two of the same campaign where I was a bird rogue who was captured by slavers. Here's the party this time: [spoiler]-Me still, a tengu rogue who now owns a Colt Army revolver thanks to the disembowelment of one of the slavers. -That whale-dragon-man Mage from before. -The vigilante combat bard -A phantom who inhabits two swords when not playing (or avoiding trouble). He can also control the swords with a flute he carries. -a half half-elf, half half-Orc fighter, daughter of a character from a previous campaign on that setting. In a relationship with the Mage. -a cleric with a revolver shotgun working as a security officer for some reason or another. (He appears for the finale)[/spoiler] So shortly after freeing ourselves from the slavers, our heroes managed to find the mayor of the small town! Turns out he wasn't kidnapped (kinda), he just wanted to meet with his estranged father (who also wanted to meet with him), and he couldn't leave the office. The slavers were just meant to escort him there and ended up being a bit extreme in their methods. Eventually we convinced the family to get back together and starting going back to the town with them, only to find the entire town missing. The location was exact, but there was nothing there but the Hedge Wizard who lived in what I think was the only tree in the town (oh, and by hedge wizard I mean an an ancient wizard who's power apparently can rival some gods). The Hedge Wizard told us that the town was not only physically missing but apparently also missing on a planar level. Our Mage blamed himself (and the character played by the DM's wife, the town's toll-taker) for this because he was tricked into taking something from the Hedge Wizard's home, so he decided he'd help fix it. The rest of our party ended up having their own reasons to help with the finding the town, so a new quest began. The goal here was to find a large sum of mana cores so that the Hedge Wizard could use them to hopefully find the town and then move it back into place. The only large enough source was discovered by the party of a previous campaign in the universe, who were doing so for the survey-takers of Willforge (the flying city). So we went there, found out mana-cores like the color purple (that was the survey apparently), and had our best lead stolen out from under us by what may be the only existing example of a gender-bent Carmen Sandiego. Our bard also got insulted by either the Mage or the fighter and so stormed off to drink himself into a stupor. So after learning how many party members suffered from having dead family members/ loved ones thanks to things the bard did while drunk, we all had a night's ready and spent the next day chasing our only lead on the thief. At this point I'm going to end this post and start working on a part two.