D&D 5E 20th level Sorcerer vs the world

[Jfdlsjfd]

I would add that

He casted on you!!! You were on range.

WTF

No, the one next to you is the one that dim doored next to you, that was the FALLING one, the Sim. It's all on the diagram.

As a free speech action he says "Do you sssssssink Lord Yeenoghu enjoysss dried meatssss?" if the DM allows spoken interjection outside of initiative order.

 

[Hohige]

Fights never end because dishonesty is too strong.

 

[Hohige]

It is clear that they know they have been defeated and will do all kinds of dishonesty

 

[Benjamin Olson]

I don't know at whom he's casting his horrid wilting btw.

Probably at the DM.

 

[Jfdlsjfd]

Fights never end because dishonesty is too strong.

I think the appropriate English punchline here is "Quoted for truth."

 

[fearsomepirate]

Haha! Well, given this has gone about 3 hours, and nobody has even drawn blood yet, Yeenoghu appears. His visage immediately throws you both into a catatonic state. You are then handed over to a strange old man next to him. As he walks away, the old man begins to shift and morph, eventually taking on the huge, awful, demonic form of Iuz. With a word, your flesh is stripped from your bodies, and your living skeletons, still with beating hearts and internal organs, are lashed to the Throne of Bone and Blood. The pain is unlike anything you have ever suffered. You scream, your voices joining the wails of the countless others whose torture-seared carcasses make up the throne. As the din of your screams increases with your agony, you begin to move, and the Chariot of Hate rides to war.

 

[Guest 7029617]

Hohige, if this were a trial, you would have probably already racked up a life sentences worth of being held for contempt of court regardless of if you were found guilty or not of the initial offense.

 

[Hohige]

Our yuan-ti sorcerer was very brave.

But it's dead now.

 

[Hohige]

Haha! Well, given this has gone about 3 hours, and nobody has even drawn blood yet, Yeenoghu appears. His visage immediately throws you both into a catatonic state. You are then handed over to a strange old man next to him. As he walks away, the old man begins to shift and morph, eventually taking on the huge, awful, demonic form of Iuz. With a word, your flesh is stripped from your bodies, and your living skeletons, still with beating hearts and internal organs, are lashed to the Throne of Bone and Blood. The pain is unlike anything you have ever suffered. You scream, your voices joining the wails of the countless others whose torture-seared carcasses make up the throne. As the din of your screams increases with your agony, you begin to move, and the Chariot of Hate rides to war.

It is very clear. He knows he will be defeated and starts to cheating.

 

[Jfdlsjfd]

To everyone that DM, do you impose some sort of penalty to casting area spells in melee range or do you assume perfect accuracy? for example, targeting a fireball just behind an opponent next to you so the enemy is in the blast and not the spellcaster? It's just a question I have because the bastion tried to cast a 30 ft cube next to him, that require... confidence. Not that his player lacks any confidence....