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Cbas10 said:As has been stated, I would treat such phenomena like weather as "traps" of sorts. Of course, having been through a tornado-experience several months back, the tornado listed in the corebooks is obviously a tiny one spawned by a spell or creature or something. The big nasties (an F-4 and an F-5 like the two that hit my town) are obviously something epic in scale. They would become story arcs and events, rather than encounters or something to make saving throws against.
Dungeon Master: So, you are in the small tavern without a cellar.
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Sadistic DM: That would have been a good idea. However, considering that it is over a half-mile wide and is moving at a D&D speed of 350 ft. or so, you will have to be able to move at a speed of 2500 ft. to get out of the way in time. Don't even think about trying to save against being pulled up in it. These tornadoes routinely throw houses, ancient trees, and multi-ton vehicles like they are toys in a sandbox.
What kinda tavern doesn't have a beer/wine cellar in the first place? What structure of any kind doesn't have one in a area where something like that could blow out of nowhere? Clearly this was summoned by an epic level caster to get the players, and if they aren't high level to teleport out of there the DM is screwing them... wouldn't a dozen ancient dragons have been more subtle?

(well, to someone who knows what people do when they live in areas with that kind of weather...

Luckily, the doozies like that occur almost exclusively in large flat areas where you see them coming, and no one's dumb enough not to have a cellar... There may be a wandering redneck encounter with a pickup truck and a camcorder, I guess... Most real tornadoes are pretty capricious. They smash you or leave you alone. (I loved the arial photos of my town after we got that coveted federal disaster area designation. You'd have houses with the roofs torn off, or totally gone and across the street someone with a broken window or two.) And people have survived with as little shelter as being in a ditch.
Man I miss weather that tries to kill you... the pile of snow that just got dumped on me doesn't compare to the midwestern joy of tornadoes, golfball sized hail and meteorologists forcasting "killer lightning" with a straight face...
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