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Nightcloak said:
The bad news is that such awesome power resides in one locale: The Tower of Madness. The Tower is a prison hidden by gods and fiends alike in the middle of Limbo. A rare and uncharted branch of the river Styx can lead you there if you can justify your cause to the boatman. This prison was designed in a rare moment of cooperation by the hosts of heaven and hell to lock away that which was truly criminal or powerful in nature. The characters learn that the artifacts they seek are hidden in sub-complexes in the dimensional tower known as “cells”. Also, the worst of the worst monsters have been locked away do to ghastly crimes. At the very top of the tower rests the library where the soul magic resides.
I'm so tired of everyone talking **** about my house!!!! So it's not in a great neighborhood, but the APR is only 6.7%, and I've got a door man.

The beholders spell book, and a ring of gold set with a glowing ruby.
That bastard! That ring was mine!


SEVERAL PCs: * Groan * Because it couldn’t leave! It was a prisoner! It took a dive and used us to escape.
Laery was getting really annoying. I'm glad they got him out of here. You know those relatives that show up for a week, and then never leave? Yeah, that's Laery.[/sblock]

...AHHH! Made it! :cool:
 

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First off:
Welcome to all new members! i hope you find the DMF to be a great help and source of amusement as well.

@Campaign
In order to insure that everyone has time to get characters made and such I am starting the campaign the first of february. I'll be selecting characters a few days before that. So get your characters up!

@RB Stories
Well this one will take a long time explaining so if you guys can wiat till my violin lessons are over I'll be glad to post this one.
 

Mordmorgan the Mad said:
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And I thought I was the only one smoking Hobit Weed...



Oh, and...

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I suppose I don't have a great story, but if you guys are interested, a nice little twist that got played on me....
I'll have to sblock this, since it's not exactly relevant and just my pitiful attempt to say: "Hey, look at me, I have experience!"

[sblock] In my first campaign, we happened to stumble across a deck of many things. Of course, my being an idiot and only being lvl 1 in the first place, I coerce my adventuring partner into drawing...over...and over....and over. Cool thing; it kept on drawing REALLY in my favor and against my partner, who, due to classes, races, and alignment, I didn't like very much in the first place. We did this for maybe an hour and a half until I drew a few really, really bad cards in which I died (I was resurrected) and lost all my gold and exp and items. At the same time, my adventuring partner drew awesome cards and somehow wound up with an enormous army with which to conquer the nation.
Dang.
Anyways, somehow he got the power to give me commands and I became his woman-slave and wound up with a kid a year later.
Double-dang.
I don't use decks of many things anymore. [/sblock]

Maybe I'll come back with a better story of my own later.

Oh yes. And NC, very, very nice. Though I'm surprised nobody quietly killed you afterwards.
 
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Agh. One more.
@Mordmorgan
[sblock] Be grateful that it's only fingers that taste like catnip. My cats have some very odd habits, such as the need to be hand-fed and watered, the need to be carried around on your shoulders while rubbing at your cheeks and ears, and the need to claw you perpetually for a full twenty minutes before they sit on you. (That's the very dense one. She's twenty-five pounds, but only the size of a half-grown kitten and not fat at all).
Explain to me why I love cats again...[/sblock]
 

Much stuff

@LMK
[sblock]idk why you love cats, you shouldn't ;) :p [/sblock]

@RB Story
Well this has to go way back. You oldies remember the Staff of Racanath? Well, I had a character named Racanath Xiltyn. he was a CE grey elf and the entire purpose for his life was to commit genocide on Drow. Well, teh guy was very cunning, though about as evil as evil gets. There is quite a bit of adventuring and he convinces the good-aligned party that he is also good aligned. (good thing I had high skill in Bluff!) Even when he became a lich, a nat 20 against a nat 1 (my bluff vs their sense motive) even let me pass as a good lich (which there are in Faerun)

Anyway, we have a very clever DM, but not clever enough. He put us in a room filled with Mirrors of Opposition. My character, not wanting to have is opposite aligned duplicate starting handing out gold and serving the weak and such, steered clear of them. Though a freak accident due to the way the room was set up, there ended up being at least 50 copies of each alignment for everyone except Racanath, who had none. Well, in the dea of night, Racanath woke up one evil copy of each of the other PCs and they proceeded to assasinate the other players by slitting their throats while they slept. Including the other evil ones.

Over the course of time, my lich became a demilich, forged the Staff of Racanath which, in summary, allowed Racanath to Animate Dead at will and that any undead he raised with the staff did not count against his limit of controllable HD. (Yes my own character created a major artifact) He raised an army of undead and set out to conquer faerun so he coudl have an undead army to ravage the Underdark to destroy all the drow. He ended up destroying everything from Baldur's gate to the Entire nation of amn. (both of those nations and now an udnead wasteland) He eventually was smitten by Mystra (violating a divine law against direct intervention) since no one else could kill him, and failed to accomplish his goal.

Well, I became DM after that. in my campaign, Ao decided that Mystra's actions woudl be partially reversed (not fully since Racanath HAD been hunting down her Chosen...since most are wizards and he is immune ot magic...) Racnath was resurected as a grey elf again, but he woudl have to become a lich once again on his own. He did. And got his staff back. And got an army. And started conquering. So I had my PC's go after him. After acheiving to sub-epic level from first level, and acheiving magic items intentionally created to destroy demiliches, they went after him. I was nice enough to give them a break and let them kill him basically (even though he woudl have blown them to smitherines if I had played him like someone with an IQ above 42.) However, since I went easy on them, i pulled the RB trick. Since Racanath was an epic level Wizard/Shadow Adept/Archamge Demilich. he had god-liek poweress. In order to destroy his phylacerty they had to sacrifice theri souls. They were unressurectable though they passed on to a wonderful after life. So basically their characters either died fighting Racanath and his evil continued, or they died finishing him off. Actually his spirit just possesed the Staff of Racanath but now it will be nearly impossible to ressurect him, but he makes the Staff alot more powerful. so there's my RB story. Not the best, but it's the only one I can think of.

@Deck of Many Things
Oh...so many stories...definately the best minor artifact, or even posssibly magic item in the whole game.....
 

Worst thing I ever did to my players?

Well, I have one of the dry sense of humor and when "Castle Greyhawk" came out, I ran it, with tongue firmly planted in cheek and played up ALL of the one-liners, puns and in-jokes. I also ran "Nogard", an April Fool's adventure that was printed in Dragon Magazine MANY years ago that was aimed at retiring the characters.

I also had a long running campaign with a recurring villain named Spongy. I used the Smeagol miniature from LOTR (this was back in the 80's) and drew up his stats amazingly powerful. He could beat ANY demon-lord in any book handily, but I gifted him with a horribly low animal intelligence and a ravenous appetite. He would eat until bursting (he was only about 4' tall) and then sleep it off on his layer of the abyss. I also added a bedraggled party of adventurers whose members he was always eating and who were always running from him. Eventually, when the party saw this lot in an adventure, they started running too. Nobody wanted to find out what Spongy could really do.

Sorry, that is the best I can do right now.

DM
 

Nightcloak said:
What was the most Rat Bastard thing you have pulled on your characeters? What plot, scheme, or event went off perfectly and caused gapes of horror and wonderment from the players?
I put my players up against a bone naga (MM2). It's an undead naga with the spellcasting ability of a 14th level sorcerer, and immune to cold. Not only did it have excellent knowledge of the dungeon (and could teleport and dimension door with ease), but it had a stash of Inflict Light Wounds potions and wands (for "healing"). Bone Nagas also have very high Spellcraft and Concentration checks (great for figuring out what the PCs are doing, and casting on the defensive). It's spell list included Fireball and Delayed Blast Fireball (energy substituted for cold), Finger of Death, Mirror Image, Invisibility, Teleport, etc. And... Bone Nagas can Detect Thoughts at will.

The players weren't able to hurt it easily, and when they did close to melee range it would just drop a cold-Fireball at "ground zero" to liven things up. If it did get hurt, it could just teleport away. If the players rested to regain their spells, it would get its back as well. And since the naga could read their surface thoughts, it knew their plans. At the end It was literally a battle of attrition: the group was on its last legs and barely capable of fighting, but didn't dare rest until they killed it.


The other Rat Bastard thing I've done is put the screws to an NPC. One player's character was searching for her brother, who'd been captured by the drow. When she finally met him, he'd already been rescued and... changed. Although he still looked like an elf, he was closer to a green slime internally. Months later, the group ran into him again, when the NPC was almost finished his transformation. A brief battle followed (the players started it!!), and the group was running for their lives in very short order (14th level characters against a CR 19ish monster).
 
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CE, perhaps you could put a link to the campaign in the beginning post.

The group for my first campaign was made up of a Half-Orc Barbarian, a Human Fighter, and a Human Cleric. I was the DM and ran the Cleric at the same time because we were short on Players, and I knew that the other characters would get themselves killed because they were new to the game. Needless to say, our group was always more straightforward and like the combat-focused style of play.

At one point, I decided to go away from this style and see what would happen. The group was in search of a certain artifact, and they were on their way to the ruins of a temple that housed this artifact. But, their enemies had found the site first and began excavating it because the temple was actually totally underground. By the time the group discovered where the temple was, the enemy had already dug into the temple, and they began working their way to the artifact.

The thing was that a large mass of men stood between the characters and the entrance to the temple. The enemy had set up a rather large camp around the entrance, and they had watch towers to keep watch over everything. Well, the characters thought that they were so big and that they could handle all of the men themselves. They waited until night, then they charged into the camp and start attacking soldiers. The men atop the watch towers immediately spotted them and sounded the alarm to alert the rest of the camp. But, most of the soldiers were off duty at this time, so the characters proceeded to enter their tents and kill them while they were trying to get their armor on.

The PC's had managed to take out a good number of the soldiers before they all got their armor on. Then, things became hell. Soldiers swarmed around the PC's. The PC's were several levels higher than the soldiers, but they didn't stand a chance against all those men. My Cleric almost died, and the Barbarian had to give him a healing potion. My Cleric also had to save the other two PC's several times in that battle.

We barely escaped with our lives. Then the Fighter remembered his ring that could teleport us, and we teleported straight to the entrance.
 

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