Context: this party of ours that had two drows, two warforged, a half demon, and one stupid dwarf. A jarl told us to get rid of this pirate that was disrupting the town. They turned out to be some type of God, unknown to us at the time.
Dwarf: I’m gonna make a hole and plug a barrel gunpowder in it just in case.
Others on the ship: *trying to convince the pirate to just leave*
Dwarf: *just listening on a dingy when he hears shouting, rows boat away, pulls out fire arrow, proceeds to shoot at barrel because sh*t is about to go down*
DM: roll for hit
Dwarf: *rolls 1*
DM: well shit *looks at party’s faces* I’m so sorry.
*EVIL FREAKING LAUGH
you shot the arrow and hit your mark, but the barrel was place where all the rest of the gunpowder was. You proceed to contemplate what you have just done as the whole boat begins to explode into millions of pieces.
Roll for damage…… ha just kidding anyone in a 500 yard radius has died a very painful death.
Rest of the party: this is why we don’t like dwarfs.