They also have 3d10+3 health, and once tamed go down to 1d10+3, but the hit dice scale with my level (this is important). In the mean time, I was pretty useless with my mancatcher polearm.Īs luck would have it, our fragile party (a Drow arcane archer, an Abeil rogue, a Triton necromancer, and myself) stumbled upon a swamp. But I needed to find a beast to tame with a low CR to start with. I’ve never played one before, and decided to try it out. For the sake of humor, everyone thought it’d be funny if I was a beast tamer. In this campaign, I was an anubis/jackalfolk. My friends and I were playing 5E with a homebrew setting. This happened about a year ago and I still remember it fondly. On the bandits full-plate body-suit of armour.
She was under the impression she was casting 'Hold Person'. Heal-bot, in her sickened state (AKA I accidentally did this, and rolled with it) had mistakenly memorised a spell of hers. Combat was running fine, till one of the bandit group attempted to leap into the back of the cart to attack the heal-bot. We went down this road, and got attacked (as expected). I am not proficient with shields, but the +2 AC was nice, and I don't plan on moving anywhere other than sitting in the cart. Very kind gesture, so I added it to my sheet and activated it. One of the fighters decided that, since we are still proceeding, I will need more protection - so he gave me his shield. We decided to proceed, however group grew concerned as my condition seemed to worsen. We came into an encounter, two ghosts on the road who stopped us and warned us of a group of bandits ahead who were attacking, robbing and then killing everyone who crossed along this road.
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This is quick and fun, just a major oops that occurred in my game tonight.Ĭharacter of mine (generally passive, essential heal-bot support PC) got poisoned/Diseased, fell extremely ill (Blood is burning hot, skin is ice cold Light sensitivity, e.t.c). The second being dropping his great sword to fist fight a skeleton who punched him but thats another story all together. This is by far the most brain dead but hilarious thing he's done at the table. We then had to go out and track the people who were being trafficked down, convince them to come back, with no help from the rogues loud mouth, and escort them out of the country just to get him back. This man just admitted to killing a Lord and 11 security guards with no proof that they were doing illegal things. It was super easy" Que the stunned silence in the discord call. When asked what he did for work he says "I'm a mercenary" and when the guard asked what he was doing in the city he said "Oh yeah. All is well and good, we have excuses as we had been seen by several people through the day and our cleric was even assaulted in the streets on the other side of the city so we get away clean.
The other guards find this out a day later, point fingers to the group and we are asked a few questions by authorities. We sneak into the manor with charm, get to the back room with the lord and clean wipe about 12 people in 3 encounters and freeing the prisoners without making a sound since there were five of us. So the story goes, we have to take out a lord who is trafficking all types of races across this country. He isnt a bad player at all, we all flow well together but he is just raw. He is blunt, brutally honest and will do anything with the intent he seeks. Our rogue is a bit of a smartass with a tongue as sharp as a brick, but it was our paladin who could not give less of a shit in our group. I honestly didn't expect them to find a solution so quickly, I was really impressed. With its power sources gone, the slave collars became inactive and were safe to remove. He then takes a spearhead and stabs the Bag of Holding, causing it to collapse with the gemstones inside. The Fighter positions the Bag so that the gemstones are dangling inside it, and zips it shut.
They rush out and buy another Bag of Holding, then position themselves kneeling on each others shoulders (similar to a rugby tackle pose) so that the gemstones are dangling down. Suddenly, they remember the Warlock's legs. Trying to take the collars off or damaging them would cause it to heat up and strangle the wearer, but they figured out the source of power seemed to be the gemstones dangling off the collars.
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After leaving his manor, they start brainstorming how to get them off. Next session, the evil leader of the city forced the party to put on slave collars that would prevent them from hurting him or leaving the country. Unfortunately a Lightning Bolt hit the Bag and it collapsed, teleporting his legs to the Astral Plane (this is an important detail for later). In the previous session, the party had a nasty bout with a Hag coven in which the Warlock tried to escape by hiding in a Bag of Holding.