This was fun to read from start to end!
This was fun to read from start to end!
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Welcome to all things D and D Story dungeon, where we share amazing Dungeons and Dragons stories with you every two days. Now heading inside the dungeon we have What would happen if a famous historical event was played out as a DND session Story number one, World War Critical one. The motorcade is traveling towards you, Mehmed. Basic roll for initiative for the car drives past before you have a chance to act. God damn it! Don't worry, guys. This is why we have backup in place. Gavrilovic, it's your turn. I get ah Teoh crap. You also fail to do anything before the Archduke scar rolls past Obrenovic. I get 14. I throw my bomb at the Archduke scar. The bomb sails through the air Roll to see if you're successful. Eight. What happens? The bomb bounces off the convertible cover on the back of the car and explodes beneath the trailing vehicle. The arch dukes car speeds off and you see the guards converging to arrest you. I don't want to get my party up. They still have to finish the mission. I take my cyanide pill and jump in the river to commit suicide roll role for suicide. Yes. You're being chased by guards. You don't need to get anything good. Okay, It's Ah, it's a one. Oh, wow, that's really bad. Okay, You failed to die and are beaten by the surrounding civilians before being captured by the guards and taken into custody. The bomb also caused the driver to speed away, driving past the rest of you before you have time to act. And Franz Ferdinand is reached his destination to give his speech. Princip, it's your turn five. This this isn't gonna work the dicer against us. I go for a drink. Ah, come on, man. Don't be like that. Nope. Screw it. You guys can carry on if you want. I go to get a coffee and enjoy the rest of my freedom before Kobrin of it gives us all up. Do I need to roll to see if I successfully drink my coffee? Sure. If you want. Fine. I get 20. How the hell did that happen? Really? You wasted a 20 on successfully drinking coffee? Come on, GM, What happens? All right then. So you go to get a coffee. But as Archduke Franz Ferdinand is leaving his speech, his driver takes a wrong turn and his car is now part directly in front of you. Undefended. I shoot the archduke, I get a 16. You hit and kill the Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife. You succeed in your mission and inadvertently start World War Kid game Well played. This is how my group's dice actually work. Just a load of failures until we managed to fail successfully. Story number two Lugou. More like Lou Bluff. Okay, the army's coming towards you. What do you dio? I tell everyone to hide. Then I open the front gate. Is that good for a bonus? Ah. Bonus For what? Bluff? The D M stared at the Bart. He opened his mouth to speak with Rogue spoke for him. You can't be serious. I am. The fighter chimed in. How do you expect this to work against an army? The Bard merely shrugged and continued his description. All climbed to the live above the gate and begin playing my loot. You hear the footsteps of the army approaching the d. M was rolling dice behind a screen, glancing warily at the bard. I keep playing The wizard panicked. Ah, I go to close the leave it open, the bard interrupted. The diem wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk from the bard's face. You see Lugou in the distance, leading a host of 100,000 I roll perform the dice clacked against a steel wooden table, not the vest role, but the dulcet tones of the loot still echoed well through the thick forest ahead. The Army stopped appraising the situation, discerning the motive of the barn on the balcony. Okay, barred role bluff. The diem was hunched like a cat behind his screen, ready to pounce. One role in front of the screen from the Bard. One role behind the screen from the D. M. The true testament of Will came on part of the D. M, who despite careful maneuvering over the length of his campaign despite his bonuses, his banners, his buffs turned his army back through grit teeth. Instead of flipping the whole damn table, an empty Ford or a trap bluff hard enough, and you can convince anyone of anything. Story number three. The resurrection. The room fell silent. The GM shifted for a better look, the players all staring at the center of the table where a D 20 had come to rest over a crudely drawn map of a desert village above it, an outstretched hand quivered slightly. Damn, said Mark. John took in a heavy breath and began to leave through the rule book in front of him, searching for the section on character deaths, Luke glanced over to Matt, whose hand was still outstretched and whose eyes were still locked onto his D 20. Tapping the table nervously, Luke turned to the G M. Well, you got to give him a saving throw or something, he said. That was this saving throw, replied John, running his finger down the page. Yeah, but at least one more, said Luke. Surely you all new the rules for disease. You chose to complete the dungeon instead of heading straight back for aid. You got the experience, you got the treasure. But that comes at a price. And this time, well, John trailed off for a moment and pretended to keep reading. Sorry, Matt, he mumbled. Matt didn't reply. He didn't look over. He just slowly brought his hand back to his side, a blank, shocked expression on his face. I just don't think it's fair, said Luke. I mean, it is in the rules, said Mark, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding looking at Matt. Don't get me wrong. It sucks. But it's part of the game, you know. The three fell silent again until Matt slowly got to his feet. Um, going to go get some water. He breathed. Okay, mate, said, Mark. Sure thing. Do you want me? Teoh started Luke, but Matt was already halfway through the door. Luke waited until he had left and then rounded on John. You can't do this to him, John. Come on, he said, as urgently and quietly as he could so Matt wouldn't over here. He loves less. It's probably his favorite character From any adventure we've ever done, John squirmed. I'm sorry. I can't just flub rules whenever you want me to, he mumbled. If I did, why even bother rolling the dice? Look, I'm not asking for you to let us win everything, said Luke, pressing in and resting a hand on the rulebook. Did we complain when I rolled one short of successful sneak and alerted the hole golf camp, or when Mark raged and then missed his attacks on every single Legionaries Jon shook his head and to a disease, Mark added. Come on, man. That's a crap way for a character to go throw him a bone here. Did you see his expression? Said Luke, I think if you go through with this, you might never play again. Okay, Okay. John threw up his hands. Fine. I take your point, I'll I'll come up with something. It was four minutes later when Matt slouched back into the room, his expression still one of numb shock. As he reached the table, he looked down at his character sheet and his lip trembled. John cleared his throat. As the body of your beloved party member grows cold on his bed, the two of you spot a newcomer approaching from the next village. He is shrouded in light robes and has a long, clean beard. A band of admirers followed closely behind him. Lucan Mark exchanged a glance. I roll perception, said Mark. Does he look like a plebian, or is he someone powerful? Mark rolled the dice. 17. This is definitely no ordinary plebian, said John with a smile. This is a man of great power. In fact, it's a man. You both recognize a great adventurer not long since retired, the most powerful barred slash sorcerer in the Middle East has ever seen. Matt looked up suddenly as Mark and Luke both shouted out with grins plastered onto their faces. Jesus of Nazareth! John nodded and looked to Matt, who seemed on the verge of tears. Gently, John continued The Level 20 adventure recognizes his old apprentice, long dead before him, asking nothing. In return, he prepares a wish spell and approaches the bed of Lazarus. I did not see that coming. Brilliant story number 41 shot assassination. I've got this. The sound of dice rolling in the cup echoed around the tiny attic. The others rolled their eyes. You don't have this. Just stop. If you miss, he grinned. I'm not gonna miss the man sitting across the table side rubbing his forehead. Lee, just stop this. You only have him in your sights long enough for a single shot. I got this. Here is your IQ. You know, the woman sitting far this room and burst out. Do you know how long it took for us to get here? You can't just marry. Please stop, We said, grinning as he shook the cup. The man sitting at the head of the table waited a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had been planning the campaign for a long, long time. He hadn't expected it to play out like this. Don't tell me to stop, Mary snapped, sitting back in her chair. If you take that shot, it's gonna glance off. The guards are all going to storm the tower and you'll be done. You're too far away. Mary, please. I've got this, Lee said, still rolling. A bead of sweat dripped down the back of his neck. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. You're not even from the right direction, the angles all wrong. How is that supposed to work? No, he had it. He played everything straight. The bumps to his luck and agility should be enough to get him through. If they miss this chance, it would take them forever to get it back. If he missed, the party would do fine without him. He'd be left starting from scratch again. But that was just the game, wasn't it? The limousine is still rolling. Lee, the man sitting at the end of the table droned on. What are you going to dio? He turned to page idly smirking. League rent. One shot right the game, Master side 11 shot Lee Mary said, her eyes tied, But Lee was already rolling. The dice flew from his cup. They slammed into the table with a clatter, scattering. The group threw themselves forward, eyes locked on the dice. For a long moment, there was only silence. Is they stared. It was broken by the sound of weasel after striding and loud. Yes, yes! Oh yeah, you all Omei. You owe me so hard, Mary Us pizza! She sat back, lips pursed, but there was a grand tugging at her lips. The game master closed his book slowly, chuckling to himself. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. He had so much more planned out so many more challenges they were supposed to face. But it was impossible to argue with the perfect role, no matter how implausible a situation that put him in. Congratulations, he said, pasting a smile onto his face. One shot assassination complete. So there was never another shooter, just a natural 20. I believe it. 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