While we don’t play D&D very much anymore; our very first campaign- where only 2/6 people had played before - was a bit rocky for the first few games, but as we played more and more our characters developed and we learned wtf we were doing and we got pretty far through an actual story.
So we had stopped at a snowy village; where my half-elf rouge had quite a bit of money saved up; as she would steal from the monk every chance she got and she wanted to spend it on something stupid;
Rouge (me) ooc: I roll to steal all of (monk’s) gold. DM: okay…(monk) roll perception to catch her *monk rolled low to my high roll* DM: you steal all of his gold Me ooc: okay; I go over to a merchant and I want to buy a pet DM: uhm…they have a couple donkeys that carry items Rouge: Do you have any alpacas DM: no just donkeys Rouge: okay how much for a donkey DM: 350 gold pieces
while that was steep for the other players - I actually managed to have that much from many swiped pockets over the course of our whole game up to that point
Me ooc: okay, I buy a donkey and pray to my goddess to turn it into an alpaca. How high is that? DM: High
I proceeded to roll a nat 20, and had +3 in whatever check my DM said I had to do (it was a long time ago; so little details are fuzzy)
My previously useless donkey turned into an alpaca with stats and attacks because it had been blessed by my goddess. DM was not happy.
I’m GMing a campaign for a friend of mine and she’s playing solo. Her elf hunter character is exploring old ruins where and NPC has disappeared, possibly captured. Upon entering the ruin he comes across a group of bandits guarding the first room and manages the charisma roll to approach them without them attacking him on sight. He then starts talking how he’s just a tomb raider looking for easy money. Eventually he asks if he could join the bandits.The leader of the bandits isn’t exactly taking him seriously.
Me (Bandit leader): “You don’t just join my group in a whim. One, I’d need to have a reason to believe I won’t find a blade in between my shoulder blades the second I turn my back. Two, you’d need to have something going on between those pointy ears of yours, of which I’ve yet to see any proof. And three, you’d need to prove you’re actually worth something.”
Hunter: “Well, how do I prove it?”
To sum things up, the bandit leader is honestly getting bored with the assignment to guard the entrance and she thinks this might be a good way to pass the time. So while her band gathers to watch, she tells the hunter she would test his combat skills. They choose to fight without weapons and though the difference in their stats is HUGE (the bandit leader was effectively a mini boss), the hunter manages to land a hit or two. All the while the two characters are doing some snarky banter in the midst of attacks and the hunter rolls charisma every few turns to see if the bandit appreciates his humor. Finally, this happens:
Me: “OK, she sidesteps to dodge your attack and is now right behind you. She’s about to strike you in the back. What do you do?”
My friend: “…I smile as charmingly as I can and hopefully stop her attack for a second or two.”
At this point, I’m losing it and I tell her to roll for it. Charisma is the hunter’s leading stat, but it’s still a very tough roll, as I judge it wouldn’t be easy to stop a bandit boss mid-attack with a freaking smile. But son of a gun, the roll succeeds.
Me: *after taking a moment to calm down my hysterical laughter* “OK, OK… You turn to smile at her with your most charming smile and she freezes out of pure surprise, looking at you like you’ve completely lost your mind.”
My friend: “I know it’s a dick move, but can I roll to punch her now?”
Long story short, yes, her hunter lands a hit. After a few turns, the bandit leader tackles him, fairly amused by not only the fight but also by their banter. So she lets him sit by their fire, he tells the real reason he’s in the ruins and she lets him go on his way on the condition that once he finds the ones who captured the lost NPC, he won’t kill them. Because she still wants the other half of her promised pay.
And that’s the story of how my friend’s character made friends with bandits.
i love chanyeol’s eyes, i love his smile, i love his dimples, i love his cheeks, i love his nose, i love his lips, i love his shocked expression, i love his hair no matter which color he dyes it, i love his hands, i love his bow legs, i love how tall he is, i love his obsession with rilakkuma plushies, i love how we wears the same hoodie everyday, i love his friendship with his members, i love his passion for music, i love his clumsiness, i love how he has an allergy to dogs/cats but still loves them with all of his heart, i love the way he dances, i love his voice, i love listening him rap, i love when he talks nonsense, i love it when he acts like a total sweetheart towards his fans, i love seeing him happy…. i just love park chanyeol so much