Dungeons and Dragons

When my RP was good enough that everyone thought I was actually angry, and the DM tried to stop the session.

Barbarian in this creepy evil pocket dimension: "I take the spooky armor. I put it on."

Barbarian when we get back to the real world and are granted a quest reward: "No I'm not touching it, it might be cursed."

Me: wtf.jpg

We were exploring the Lost Mine of Phandelver and to into a particularly nasty fight. With one AoE attack the (mini)-"boss" knocked me and our wizard out and put the other two at 1 and 2 HP respectively. Knight quaffed a potion of invisibility, picked up the wizard and tried to ram open a door to a neighboring room. The door didn't budge and he took 1 HP damage, dropping both to the floor and ending his invisibility. The halfling kicked me down the stairs and made it seem like she stumbled and we were now all out of action. The enemies did not pursue but we were all on death's door. Luckily she remembered that I was carrying a healing potion. She gave it to me and I managed to heal everyone up to a reasonable degree.

Slinking away from that room our knight thought "oh let's go exploring, we gonna have to do that anyway at some point" and alerted another horde of monsters to our presence. Less than a handful of turns later the party was again down to a total of 1 HP and at least one of us NOT doing well with his death saving throws. But halfling came in clutch once more and we actually survived.

DM later asked us if this was too much. Our consensus was that it was really exciting but if we had died then our answer would probably be different.

I play a relatively hardcore game. Where the players are right now fighting some mykonids and their trough spores mind controled villager minions. Somehow they droped a barrel of acid atop a myconid controller killing him so all 4 villagers survive. Me not having planed the pacifist approach say the stare blankly into nothingness. Welp the caracters stack the NPCs into a corner and move on.

Not me but the druid of our campaign was trying to hit a goblin on a watch tower with produce flame. Kept missing and just decided to burn the whole watch tower down. Then as the tower was burning the warlock decided randomly to hit it with eldritch blast sending the whole thing falling. Just to kill one goblin.

My players have made some really good persuasion rolls. They're trying to infiltrate a Zhent hideout, so they convince some lackeys that they're Zhents too. It isn't enough to change the outcome of the interaction (since the lackeys don't have the pull to get them inside), but it means I can use the NPCs later as pals.

My players just had a meeting with a dragonborn crime lord. Before they met the boss, they were led in by an elf who was sort of the majordomo for the establishment.

Two "seasons" ago, the barbarian picked up a little figurine of an elvish soldier made out of pewter. It was absolutely just the product of a random trinkets roll table, and she's been carrying it ever since.

She decided that she was convinced that it looked uncannily like the elf who brought them in, and at the end of this tense meeting with someone who, by all accounts, is a dangerous and powerful person in the city, she slides the figurine across the table to him. "I think we both know who this looks like. Give it to them, won't you?"

She's a pretty new player, and I love the kind of non sequitur stuff that she comes up with in RP situations.

We just finished up a short dungeon crawl with myself (ranger), a fighter, and the DM NPC (Bard), all lvl 7.

To preface this, my luck had been kinda shitty during a ton of rolls so far. We'd gotten the treasure, made it out of the dungeon, when suddenly the Bard casts Feign Death on the fighter (who had the bulk of it), grabs the treasure and runs. My horrible perception role means I think she actually just killed my best friend. So I get off my hunters mark and, in a moment driven by pure revenge, proceed to deal ~70 points of damage by making the best roles of my entire life. After confirming that my best friend is dead through another horrible roll, I deal a devastating finishing blow, grab him and the treasure, and sneak off with the intention of giving him a proper funeral. Of course he wakes an hour later and the DM is gobsmacked that I somehow downed her in a single turn.

This is my third time ever playing DND and the first time I haven't died. I think I'm satisfied with how it went haha