Pinkie Pie: Hi, everyone! Welcome to my PARTY! Ohhh, this is going to be such an awesome party, I can’t wait for it and I’m the one who set it up! *giggle* I thought of so many fun games we can play like Pin the Tail on the Minotaur and Pass the Phantom Fungus and Spin the Basilisk and Musical Stirges and oh I also made some Gummy Purple Worms and Barbed Devil Cake and oh oh have you tried the Gelatinous Jelly Cubes yet, guys?
Twilight Sparkle: Yes, Pinkie. We have.
(Twilight and Fluttershy are being eaten by a gelatinous cube)
Guest Author’s Note: "She even put a candy skull and bone in there for extra realism. She's a craftswoman after my own heart.
"Also yes, that is a bunch of terrible DnD party ideas written by a person who has neither direct relation to DnD, nor real party experience. Just go with it."
I feel like I this is beyond what Twilight and Fluttershy was expecting.
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Quick, in reference to the Craftswoman quote in the author note, what have you or a party member created that had some benefit/toll on your party/enemies?
I once created several vehicles out of LEGO for a major car chase scene. This had the benefit that as vehicles took damage, I removed pieces to show it. And when a vehicle ran out of hit points, I'd crunch them into a pile of parts. >:D
My Pathfinder Society Bard participated in a mission that gave the chance to have his own Clockwork Spy if he paid to have it repaired. To sum Clockwork Spy up, it's a small mechanical spider that can fly and is primarily meant to record things. He's an aspiring superstar, so of course he wants a neat-looking thing that records his voice.
The next adventure required a lot of information gathering and now he just happened to have something to record voices with! This Clockwork Spy also got used as a seeing eye dog (it has Darkvision while the Bard only has Low-Light), a courier (we used it to fly a magical item over a wall), and a warrior (I was going to use it to give me flanking bonuses).
I did mention my eternal wand crafting last comic right? I do a couple attack spells, start cranking out utility ones, and suddenly I'm a magic Swiss army knife, and then I prepare my spells for the day! My goal is always to out arsenal a sorcerer before I even prepare my wizards spells for the day. The sorcerer can spontaneously cast? That's nice. I can cast three fireballs, three lightning bolts, three invisibilities, and three Mage armor before I even expend a spell slot. Get on my level!
Over the course of my Orsimer divine mage's first few battles, the loot rolls kept yielding beautiful shields with surprisingly awesome heraldry, but they were too heavy (and marketable!) to keep them all. So I started making use of my customary single Craft skill - smithing this time, as the child of a militaristic culture - to make little badges as replicas of them. This birthed a tradition of making badges as mementos of impactful battles, kept on a seldom-worn supple leather bandolier in my inventory. Having successfully snuck into a very xenophobic Nord city, a few of us went to rendezvous with our client, dressed in our finest. (Not very fine, considering we'd just endured a hell of a trek through a mountain pass infested with guards and bandits, but we at least patched the holes and dusted off the mud and tree sap.) I put on my little sash'o'shields to lend some classiness, and... surprise, surprise; the client's under surveillance by the town council, and when they find out adventurers are here, they're pissed. But I managed to leave a trail of badges for the rest of the party to follow, and they busted us out of jail before anyone could decide to execute us.
Never did get back some of those - street urchins probably got 'em - but I made new replicas with some of my treasure. I was the only party member who didn't hoard gold pieces, but I always had enough jewelry to compensate. I'm surprised they never gave me grief over that... maybe they figured questioning a hippie orc's masculinity was a bad idea.
Maverick, in Who You Gonna Call, determined that ghosts can be made "visible" by tossing magnets at them. While this is helpful, the supposed volunteer didn't like that...
Funny; every time I almost use stirges, I wind up using vargouilles instead. The bloody things horrify me, but they fit my dungeons better than overgrown mosquitoes.
As far as actually musical monsters go, though, it's hard to beat a Scrag Bard who plays bluegrass music. Don't recall where I saw that, but it still makes me chuckle.
Well, there was that one time I made Quincy, the operatic otyugh bard. He had a lovely deal with a dwarven fortress: all-you-can-eat garbage in exchange for not getting killed by adventurers and a free practice space (or, as the dwarves thought of it, the midden.)
Damn gigantic gelatinous cubes are the worst.
I've only faced two though.
One was quite easy, but the second one ended up making a really important NPC blow himself into it.
They both died, but the NPC became a god so w/e.
Cubes are absolutely deadly if used the right way:
DM: "The air in the passage in front of you seems to sparkle oddly, almost as if reflecting light. There's also some items floating in it."
*After some pondering and probing, the players discover an antigravity spell and an adventurers loot, including an artifact*
DM repeats the event until the players assume it's a trope and press onward.
DM: "Well, actually, THIS time, it's a jelly cube that filled the whole corridor and you ran blindly in to it. Anyone have acid resist?" *gathers dice*
No, Blitzball players hold their breath for five minutes at a time, and the teams have areas they can retreat into to breath. You can see them in one of the first cutscenes in the game.
I had my players fight a bunch of Stirge once in an underground tunnel. They were having fun, killing, trying to avoid attacks, but there was one Stirge that couldn't hit the broad side of a barn for some reason. He was pretty much a black hole of bad rolls. Pretty soon my players just ignored him, he was literally that bad. After starting to take him down (they cut off one wing and part of his snout) someone decided to try and tame him. The battered and mutilated Stirge that couldn't hit anything became the team pet, and they named him Chummy. Something similar happened with a goblin once, but that's another story.
How would one make a barbed devil cake? Devil's food with red velvet icing and spiny protrusions?
Had to look up phantom fungus. Should be a good match-up for my test subjects - er, party.
As the person who wrote this damn comic I'm guessing it has something to do with those little pointy chocolate drop decorations (milk/dark on the top for the spines and white in the filling for the teeth) and probably green food dye, seeing the pictures in a Google Image Search.
Wait. I read the comment wrong. I thought she said it was the first of Umicross's guest comics that didn't suck, and I was racking my brain trying to remember which comics she made previously.
Splinter, I don't like your tone. Would you like to step outside?
I know you're attempting to compliment me but I'd rather you not do it by insulting everyone else. That feels more insulting than you disliking my comic!
Well, at least it was just trolling, it didn't escalate any further ("Glorious"? You have some low standards for outrage, Splinter. You only got one personal insult!), and the game was given up quickly.
That said, while I can appreciate an okay troll once, I won't tolerate it a second time.
Yeah. Not very impressive. I mean, if he had accepted my invitation, I would have put something like this...
*slams door behand Splinter* And I win. Sucker.
And it would have been mildly amusing.
That said, you generally don't seem to mind when I troll, though I suppose that has more to do with the intentions behind it. After all, I only mess with you guys because you're cool.
Except for that asshole with the glasses and moustache. He's just a prick.
Yes, troll logic and rediculous ideas instead of flipping birds and insults. Truly, your disruptive insanity is of a higher caliber and greater taste than most. I salute you. *sips Zinfandel*
The last time I read this, I didn't know what a stirge was.
Now I do (for anyone else in the dark, they're these gross bat-mosquito things), and how would musical stirges work? Train a stirge to latch onto someone when the music stops, a la hot potato?
The last time I read this, I didn't know what a stirge was.
Now I do (for anyone else in the dark, they're these gross bat-mosquito things), and how would musical stirges work? Train a stirge to latch onto someone when the music stops, a la hot potato?
Guest Author’s Note: "She even put a candy skull and bone in there for extra realism. She's a craftswoman after my own heart.
"Also yes, that is a bunch of terrible DnD party ideas written by a person who has neither direct relation to DnD, nor real party experience. Just go with it."