MD: Sucks when plans fall apart.
Twilight Sparkle: Gah! *Thunk *
Twilight Sparkle: Owww…
MD: Oops, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you. You must be Twilight’s player!
Twilight Sparkle: Uh, yes. That’s me. And you are?
MD: A friend of your DM. I was actually gonna join this game when it started, but my schedule was bit too crazy. I’m just stopping by for a quick bit of advice.
Twilight Sparkle: Advice about what, exactly?
MD: My spin-off series!
DM: Maybe I should explain.
Guest Author's Note: "That's right! If the specific date of my previous note wasn't enough of a clue, Sunset Shimmer should be ample demonstration that I'm riffing on Equestria Girls for this storyline!
No wait, don't leave, I promise I have a fun idea!"
"Midway through a campaign"? My first AD&D character didn't make it halfway through the first day! Slipped off a log and drowned in a trout stream. ('Twas a whimpy illusionist).
Most of my experience is RuneQuest, and as an initiate of Humakt, resurrection is not on the boards. Hey... what would you expect when you follow a god whose Rune associations are Truth and Death (the latter looks like a cross, but represents a sword, hilt up).
Well, my raptor-riding halfing ranger fell afoul of one of the many traps in the Tomb of Annihilation. I offered to keep playing as just the raptor, but then the gm fiated my ranger in merely dying instead of dead. *shrug*
My Elf got Reincarnated (via the spell) as a Dwarf.
Who spoke no Dwarvish, but refused to admit to it; and he had a high enough Bluff score that he could (and often did) convince other people (even other Dwarves) that he merely had an entirely incomprehensible accent.
Though he continually maintained that it was *their* accent that was incomprehensible.
My character wasn't long for this world (anyone who knows the system also knows how hard it is to die, as a fun note, they had a +120 on their crit roll against me). I knew it, my GM knew it, and some of the players went happy at the prospect of their tank dying (despite zero attempts at healing me). So, over the following week, I made a replace for the inevitable. The next session comes along, and sure enough I bit it.
Game, kind of sad, party members angry, and me ready with my next character. The combat we were in flipped immediately when I, the tank, became the dps. As for what happened afterwords, I meet the party, we bury the fallen ally (that lamented in being too late to save), and I cook up the murderers and eat them (and share the meal with my unsuspecting allies, cause now I'm kind of evil and insane).
I recall once playing a series of characters, none of which lasted more than two sessions. (My ability to show up was uncertain and would definitely end eventually, so I played a series of red shirts so there'd be no lingering plot once I was unable to attend further.)
Gave the DM a look (really, a saber toothed tiger rolls a nat 20 and does 92 HP damage to my 5th level coast Druid in one hit?) and pulled up the Moon Druid I’d had in reserve just in case.
One time my party left me behind to die in quicksand due to the paladin of the party convincing them. (Lawful good my sweet Aunt Fanny.) But it turned around and bit them in the butt when they made their return after battle and I was waiting for them. The Oracle, Bard, Druid, and Kineticist begged for their lives but the Paladin thought he could take me. I crit'ed him for max damage and he had forgotten to heal up and I laided him out flat. The DM, after he stopped laughing his head off, agreed not to let the paladin die on the grounds the I get my share of the loot and XP plus the Paladin's. The paladin choose to die instead and the DM still gave me the loot and XP. So teaching moment, never leave the Barbarian behind cause he can and will survive and kill you later.
I'm not gonna lie, that's exactly how I would have put that if that were me saying it. Making minor things (like spin-off series) sound overdramatic and blowing them out of proportion is my jam.
Honestly? I rather enjoy the EQG series. Granted, it's a bit more... tween, than I'm fully cool with, but the movies are neat, and the whole isekai factor is better, to my mind, than just having it be an inexplicable parallel dimension.
This has only really happened once... I know the DM had some plan to fix it, Trials or some shut...
Fortunately, I was playing a Kinde Barbarian names Smashy Sashy, and just kinda made horrible puns and asked dump questions of the Grim reaper until he got fed up and told me to just shut up or he'd just leave me dead... As I sort of had this annoying QUIRK where I would instantly Rage when I was threatened if I failed a Will save, with a Wis of like... Eight?
Suffice to say I punched Death with my unarmed ghost gnome fist... And Crit... Then Crit again on a confirm...
Ultimately ended up a triple Crit with my Tiny Gnome fist.
OF THE GRIM REALER.
...and that is why Smashy Sashy is immortal now, Death never wants to see her again, not even to get the tooth I nicked out of its face and made into a necklace.
...got this story is fucking ancient... Like... Ten-ish years old... What were we ON back then?
Guest Author's Note: "That's right! If the specific date of my previous note wasn't enough of a clue, Sunset Shimmer should be ample demonstration that I'm riffing on Equestria Girls for this storyline!
No wait, don't leave, I promise I have a fun idea!"