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But I know what you're thinking: when do we get characters that can deal 60 CON damage per turn? Well, here it is. This is possibly the lowlight the system right here. It demonstrates everything wrong with the soon-to-be GM's system. He doesn't understand how attacks are supposed to scale. He doesn't understand what the CON stat does. He doesn't know what an attack of oppurtunity is. And he most certainly did not pass grammar school.

Let's do the math out. Assuming full BAB progression, you get three attacks per turn at level 11. Assuming you were competent in melee, at that level, you could deal 33+3d4 CON damage in a single turn without saves. Hell, even at level 6, that's still 12+2d4 CON damage, enough to kill nearly anything that moves. This limits actual threats to undead, constructs and pretty much nothing else. Need to kill all tension in a campaign? Play this race.

And yes, the stat block is unfinished. He thinks this race needed to be made more powerful.

Alright, enough about races. Now we need to talk about classes.

Oh wait! No we can't, because there's even more stupid shit that comes in between. Here are the miscellaneous "homebrew rules" that got stuck in the middle of the document.

>Players naturally regain their Level in Health everyday.

Already covered in RAW, genius, and the term is Hit Dice.

>Natural 20s on Skill and Save checks doubles any bonuses.

Saves should automatically succeed on a 20, but that's at least one take on critical skill checks. I'll allow it.

>Characters start with only their Race’s native languages by default.

Oh, okay. There's no Common in this setting. If the party members don't share a race or coincidentally pick the same bonus languages, the party can't communicate, and the campaign comes to a screeching halt. According to the GM, this was by design. Wonderful gutting of the Linguistics skill.

>Language Skill starts at Base: 0 and each point put into it lets you learn one of these languages.

Yes, good work. That's what the Linguistics skill does.

>Unless it’s at Level one, you still have to ACTUALLY learn the language. And get one point in the language. You have a DC of 20 to effectively communicate with that language. Once per week if you have dedicated time to learning the language or made a successful roll on it you can increase it by 1 to a max of 20.

So to reiterate, you need to spend months or years learning a language before you can speak it, and even after learning it, still need to pass a rather hard check. Or, if you'd like, you can spend a week studying to raise the DC and m a k e i t h a r d e r t o s p e a k.

I did the math. At level 1, assuming you have 18 in your casting stat (and that he meant "ability modifier" instead of "stat point") and invest in both Spellcraft and Knowledge (Arcana), you have a 23% chance to learn a spell.

Yes, 23% fucking percent. I still am not over that. Right now, flip a coin twice. Did it come up heads both times? No? Fuck you, you can't cast Magic Missle. Didn't roll a 16 on your d20? No Cure Light Wounds for you.

So clearly, you are not intended to actually know any particular spells in this campaign, but that's okay. It turns out only one race is allowed to cast arcane spells anyway, a fact the GM only told us after I made a sorcerer of a different race and had to scrap. This also lead to the GM asking a question in total honesty that I feel summarizes the whole experience for me.

>Are druids divine casters?

Okay, there's that tangent. Now onto classes.

>massacred village

This is entirely just proving that liches are the master race.

All classes got the same amount of skill points per level, 5 + INT modifier. While I can understand wanting to give fighters and paladins something to do out of combat (besides being assholes, I mean), this also pretty much destroys the purpose of playing a bard, rogue, or investigator. I asked the GM if this was what he meant, and he confirmed: he was nerfing classes he felt were overpowered.

Divine casters had to worship a specific god. In canon there is one, maybe three gods at most, and all of them are Pure Paragon Goodness mary sues. That meant neutral or evil party members (which the GM encouraged, I'll get to that) were SOL as far as picking gods, and the GM refused to tell us what other gods he was adding to the setting, because it was "a surprise." Get used to hearing that excuse,

But that's not the worst thing to happen to classes. You see, in the d20 system, a fighter is only useful because he gains feats faster than other classes. Well, the GM apparently didn't know that, since he had the brilliant idea of removing feats from the game entirely.

Oh yeah.

In place of feats, we'd have a "Quest" mechanic that would allow us to choose our powers at character creation. No limit was set on this, and it showed. By the time I joined the group, the GM had allowed a player to take a Quest that effectively made him a gunslinger with unlimited grit. It's too bad he's not going to get things like Precise Shot ensuring he can never be useful in a melee.

The GM reasoned that feats were overpowered, and that his new racial traits would be an improvement. I tried reasoning with him that all members of a race would progress the same way, and thus give the player basically no control over his character's growth, but he wouldn't have it. After all, some feats are so essential that everyone takes them anyway, so might as well remove needing to take them. You'd think, then, that he'd remove the penalty for firing into melee, or make Power Attack just another combat maneuver, but apparently he mistook "removing the option" for "removing the necessity".

I silently wrote down "gains feats as a fighter" in my Quest box and tried to move on.

Is anyone actually reading this?

I am indeed reading this, and wondering exactly how deep this rabbit hole goes.

Type onward, OP, as if all the Mary-Sues in hell sought to slice your fingertips with their underpoweredkatanas.

Some minutia about races I forgot earlier.

First of all, there's a diminutive race that gets bonuses to hit in melee. Have fun dealing 1 nonlethal damage per attack, jackass.

You'll notice there's a stat that I blacked out while posting the races. That's because it's a fandom-specific term, but even if I showed you the word it wouldn't give any context; it was the equivalent of making "American" a skill. The GM never gave an answer as to what it actually did, only that it was "a surprise", but the best we could figure it was some stat that measured racial purity. The core races got +2 to it, monster races got 0 to it, and worryingly enough, the races that in canon represent black and indigenous people get a -2 to it. I was too scared to ask.

Finally, when Kevin asked the GM his reasoning for making some races clearly more powerful than others, and limited what classes each could play, his only answer was "despairity". Somehow his typo was more apt than he intended.

Okay dude. You can list the furry races now.

> Majikul resistance
> Majikul

Jesus and I thought TES 'magicka' was trite

A few more things about character creation before I explain the one and only session I actually attended. Sorry for not organizing this beforehand.

You'll recall from that you have a huge chance (73% fucking percent, holy shit) to fail learning a spell. Well, as with all things in this system, the stupid swings both ways. Any caster can learn any spell as long as it is on a scroll. Wizards casting healing spells? Sure thing! Clerics firing magic missiles? No problem! It was all fair game in this trainwreck of a system.

During character creation, we would have to specify a "master" as part of our backstory. The GM never fully explained what this meant, or why we needed it, only that if our characters died, our replacement would need to have the same master. Because if there's one thing I enjoy after losing a character, it's making another one with the exact same class and backstory.

Apparently if PCs had the same master, they could share a backstory, but we were never given a list of masters to choose from and nobody attending the game knew each other beforehand, so you've got me as to how that would work out. I think he just used this as an excuse so, if his girlfriend showed up, he and his DMPC (he had one of those) could hook up.

The GM also told us that we would need to form secret agendas after the first session, ones that would work against the party in some way, but not tell anyone else. I understand wanting to give characters motivations, but making them undermine the party on purpose? And what if your character was good-aligned? Doesn't scheming betrayal kind of run contrary to that? Fortunately, I never saw this come to fruition.

Well, I think that covers the pre-game. I could tell you about the first session, if you'd like.

I'm reading this too, and can practically taste how much this rustled you (for understandable reasons).

I stopped reading OP's post after about the third line, but I digested every post of yours because it was just a wonderful rolling snowball of everything wrong with retards attempting homebrews.

Tell us
TELL US OF THIS FUSTERCLUCK

The creator was a horsefucker, so it was races from that show, even feral ones like manticores (the 60 CON damage one). He also introduced a "half-dragon", whose appearance and origin were mercifully unexplained.

The weird thing is that he never spelled it that way again. I assumed that it was some specific subset of magic, because that's the kind of bullshit that he'd pull, but never found out.

>Joined an mlp rpg

what exactly did you expect

Alright, so I mentioned that Kevin and the GM are Australians, but I'm not. That meant every meeting with the GM had to take place between 3 AM and 6 AM for me.

Before I even met the GM, he had a bone to pick with me. Apparently he had changed his mind about Kevin being allowed to invite people, and resented me for creating a character with his proprietary system before it was finished. I had to feign ignorance, that I was a first-time roleplayer, just to earn enough sympathy to let him keep me in the group.

Since I was on thin ice with the GM from word "go", I didn't have much time to clarify the dumber mechanics, including the limits of our Quest or what the fuck the racial purity skill did, and I sadly didn't get many answers later.

The first session began at 5:30 AM. There were supposed to be 9 players, all of them talking over Skype (originally Discord until the GM's buttbuddy whined about not wanting to download a "dangerous" new program), but thankfully more than half the party didn't even make it to character creation. Kevin couldn't make it, so that left me, Buttbuddy, a player I later dubbed "Yiffmaster", and the GM.

We start by waking up in some kind of Aztec sacrificial chamber with nobody else around. The very first words of the session were
>You wake up in a room you've never been in. You don't remember how you got here.
to which Yiffmaster responds, upon seeing the other two party members
>I look on with a smirk and suspicious but caring eyes and summon two ice crystals.

I knew I was in for a world of hurting.

>I look on with a smirk and suspicious but caring eyes and summon two ice crystals.

IT BEGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS

'Kevin' here. Races were:
>Earth Pony
>Pegasus
>Unicorn
>Gryphon
>Zedbra
>Changeling
>Manticore
>Half Dragon
>Minotaur
>Buffalo
>Breezie

No, "Zedbra" isn't a typo. He spelt it like that on a consistent basis.
Manticores have never been shown to have higher intelligence in the show.
Half the time he called Half Dragons "Kirins". He never mentioned that this was an alternative name and ended up confusing me.

What is the show reference? I really don't know as I am unenlightened to this. I feel like it might be mlp though.

I get up off the altar, trying to remember what happened by drilling the GM for even the slightest bit of context. He gave none, so I concluded that I was simply hungover and needed to excuse myself from the room. I found an exit to the south and attempted to follow it, but the second I announced my plan, the GM told me that all I found was a hallway lined with cells, and it somehow looped back to where I started.

Yiffmaster finally decided to do something besides take a long swig from his hip flask and made his way east. He heard moaning sounds coming down the hallway, and I assumed that it was from some sort of torture, since we were in a prison. The answer was much worse than I anticipated.

He found two furries, a man and a woman, having rough sex against a wall. The woman was straight-up getting plowed in the middle of the evil sacrificial death church. Yiffmaster just stood there and watched as the two tried out a few different positions and had to make a reflex save to avoid being hit by cum as the guy finished on her face. The icon he used was of his and his girlfriend's OCs during sex.

I then decided there was nothing worse salvaging in this campaign, and resolved to ruin it as badly as I could.

Of course I expected something bad, I wanted a story to tell after the fact. I just didn't expect it to be a goldmine like it ended up being.

I re-read some of the posts, and now I know.
You poor soul

> GM actually included shitty OC porn on the grid

Blessed mercy my sides can't withstand this.

>I then decided there was nothing worse salvaging in this campaign, and resolved to ruin it as badly as I could

You are objectively an asshole for doing this. There is no reason to participate in something you don't enjoy for the sole purpose ruining the enjoyment of others.

Creepy fetishes are a reason to leave a game, not to take up a martyr edgelord mantle of vengeance for something no one's forcing you to participate in.

I'm playing a LG oracle, so I decide it's time to go paladin-batshit on everybody and smite anything that seems evil. I start by smashing the altar in the center of the room with my greatsword (proficient because of a trait, no idea how I was holding it given my anatomy). In a few hits it shatters, and reveals a pit of snakes.

The GM, apparently pissed off that I ruined his plot device, retaliates. I am immediately hit by a brand on my leg that prevents me from using any magic or supernatural powers, permanently turning me into a sub-NPC class swordsman. I decide that's bullshit and instead choose to sever my own leg, the pain of which knocks me out, but my curse stabilizes me. Content to have at least derailed the plot slightly before passing out, I planned on going to bed.

Then a snake slithered up my stump of a leg and started doing, quote, "things" to my body.

Trolling horsefuckers is always a noble venture, user.

Who gives a shit? He's being an asshole to someone who just threw pony porn at him out of fucking nowhere while he was expecting to have a game night. They're both assholes.

Damn straight.

The GM tells me
>you need to roll two things.
I ask what they are and he repeats
>two things.
I roll twice for reasons I still don't understand. My leg then starts
>doing something weird
to which I ask what it is doing.
>you have to roll for perception
On my own leg. Of course.

Somehow my leg reforms, but the snake is still inside of me, apparently as a safety measure to prevent me from acting out of line again. Like I give a shit, I'm never coming back to one of these games, I might as well kamikaze.

Around this time, Yiffmaster suddenly exclaims
>oh, I get why it's called a d20! It has twenty sides.
This was allegedly his third Pathfinder campaign.

That....
That is a new kind of stupid.

>Level cap is 20 unless you buy the DLC

What in god's name was this GM thinking?

>his only answer was "despairity".
Jesus fuck. That's probably more prescient than he intended.

Could you just tell us what the franchise being ripped off is?

I honestly can't get it

Obviously that his well-written and super-engaging system that wasn't going to have any sort of copyright issues whatsoever was going to be such a runaway hit after this initial playtest that he would be selling both it and future supplements like hotcakes.

Also, that he's a bleach-drinking sperg who's so vidya-addled that he thinks that "supplements" in tabletop RPGs are called "DLC".

Mentioned already during in-between story posts.

mlp

The cumdumpster finally gets done getting railed and introduces herself. Just kidding, she just tells us to follow her without telling us her name, why we should follow her, or where we are. Buttbuddy doesn't bother asking, Yiffmaster instead chooses to flirt with her, and I'm currently waking up from severing my leg. After trading some double entendre with Yiffmaster, she starts leading us north when suddenly a massive orange troll explodes out of the ceiling, shooting debris everywhere. Buttbuddy then asks
>Is this a beast or a creature? I need to know for Knowledge (Bestiary).
I forgot to mention that the GM split the Knowledge skill into 20 subtypes including "water" to prevent it from ever being useful.

I draw my sword and prepare an attack action if it draws near. The troll starts, quote, "running at" me, so as it enters my threatened range I swing at it, hitting with an 18 and dealing sizable damage. It punches me in return. The cumdumster starts screaming and crying but doesn't explain why.

Apparently using the unspoken language of horsefucking, Buttbuddy and Yiffmaster interpret this as "don't attack the massive troll that's mauling you" and stand there watching me. They alluded to the GM private messaging them to let me die, which I was probably asking for anyway.

The GM then tells me
>By the way, if you want to cast a spell, you have to do it on the turn before.
I say that makes no sense, and that most spells take a standard action to cast.
>Yeah, but you have to do that instead of attacking.
I then explain that of course you can't attack and cast a spell if they're both standard actions. He goes silent for a bit. I ask him if he even knows what an action is.
>...what's your armor class?

>striving to become lawful good
The most terrifying part of the story.

>I then decided there was nothing worse salvaging in this campaign, and resolved to ruin it as badly as I could.
At this point, you deserve literally all the misery and then some. Be a goddamn adult, you pussy.

'Kevin' again.

>no idea how I was holding it given my anatomy
When I asked the GM's buttbuddy how horses are meant to hold weapons, he linked a Assassin's Creed - MLP crossover pic. Can't say I expected better.

Keep posting OP, it gives me great pleasure, as does the butthurt postings of horsefuckers ITT

A few rounds later, the troll is nearly dead and I'm still standing thanks to my bitchin Lay on Hands from being dual-cursed. The cumdumster finally says something besides incoherent sobbing:
>orange trolls are usually guardians to temples and shrines!
Like that gives me any context. I attack again, this time totaling a twenty. I miss, despite hitting with an 18 or lower on all my previous turns.
>In close range it gets a +2, so its armor is 20.
I first call bullshit, since I'd been in "close range" the entire fight, but that it wouldn't matter anyway since I met his AC
>We've homebrewed the rule. If you meet its AC, you have to reroll your attack roll.
Eventually he has to admit that I hit the troll, and it dies. Cumdumpster cries even harder and only now decides to explain why.

The troll was apparently her close friend and a local celebrity. He was, no joke, a kindergarten teacher and a midwife, and I "murdered" him. First of all, that's hot garbage anyway, since the first thing he did was Kool Aid Man his way through the ceiling and punched me, but apparently Buttbuddy and Yiffmaster believe it, the former because he's got the brains of a lobotomized brick and the latter because he desperately wants to ERP with the cumdumpster.

>Not "organized play"
You don't know real horror till you see directly into the eyes of the beast that is PFS.

It's mlp,right?

Suddenly the cumdumpster grows ice wings and a super saiyan aura, and her eyes glow white. She tells me that I've committed an unforgivable sin and need to be punished. I waste no time leveling my sword at her, daring her to attack, but instead she walks over to Yiffmaster and, again I wish I was joking, makes out with him for a solid minute. This apparently gives him some superpower that the GM says only works once, but doesn't tell anyone else what it is. She then says something about puny mortals and blah blah blah I get it you're the DMPC.

Seeing this obviously-demonic beast with a pit of snakes and a yeti best friend threatened me, I attempt to cleave her with my greatsword. The GM tells me
>Whatever you do next, you fail to hit her.
I ask him to give some context, to which he helpfully adds
>If you try to cast a spell in melee, you fail automatically
demonstrating that he doesn't know what concentration checks are, or that swords aren't spells. I can't blame him, though, since he once asked Buttbuddy to "cast" diplomacy this session.

I couldn't make this up, but I rolled a nat 20 on the attack roll. I confirmed with a 17. My sword connects squarely with her neck and bounces off her fur, dealing no damage. I should have expected that much, but I have to commend him for having the balls to tell me I couldn't hit his unarmored Mary Sue with a critical. That's some dedication to pulling stuff out of your ass.

I'm trying to figure that out as well.
I think it MAY be Thundercats, but I'm not 100% sure.

As OP, I can confirm PFS is a fucking horror

It is, infact mlp

>Around this time, Yiffmaster suddenly exclaims
>>oh, I get why it's called a d20! It has twenty sides.
>This was allegedly his third Pathfinder campaign.

I'm inexplicably turned into a woman for attacking the DMPC, further proving my point that she's some kind of witch and needs to be slain.

Yiffmaster finally hits me with an ice spear after missing four or five times. I have no idea what class he was or how he could cast that often at first level, but apparently nobody told him you shouldn't have a negative DEX modifier if you need to make ranged touch attacks.

The cumdumpster finally gives us her name.
>Her name is Pandora, and her [magic tattoo] is a chained-up box
>I wanna get inside Pandora's box, if ya know what I mean.

I'm unconscious again but stabilize thanks to my curse.
>I search all over user, including all orifices.
Just some casual sexual abuse between players.

Buttbuddy steals my sword and throws me into the snake pit. The party then resolves to find the police so that I can be arrested for my crimes of being kidnapped, assaulted and robbed. They fuck off to the other side of town while I regain consciousness.

After waking up, the dude that was fucking cumdumpster finally shows back up in the plot and tells me what I already know, that the troll was apparently a model citizen despite kidnapping and punching people a quarter of his size, and that I was a murderer who deserved to rot. I was then left in the pit to fend for myself. A fitting punishment, I suppose, but flawed execution.

Once the party is far enough away from me, they loot the troll's sachel and find a mystical sword and a list of our names, proving this was a premeditated kidnapping.

Sweet Jesus, how have you not just given up on these fuckers and left the session?

Each time I think that the MLP fanbase can't get any worse, it finds a way to get worse.

Because
NOW
IT'S
PERSONAL

By the way, this is the town. The GM didn't even properly cross out the name of the generic town he was copying.

The party finds a random magical weapon appraiser on the way to the police station, who tells them that the sword was called Lone Star of Rainbow Road, and that unsheathing it gives the wielder phenomenal power. Buttbuddy draws it an is covered in a sheet of golden armor that radiates goodness, and all his ability scores go up by two. The downside is that he can never remove it, because of course that's what the GM considers balance.

I eventually catch up with the party just outside the police station, tell them what had been done to me that day, and out in the middle of the street I'm put on some kangaroo trial where I'm being monitored by some truth detector. I tell the story from my perspective, but apparently the universe decided I was the aggressor, so I register as lying even though I never said anything factually incorrect.

I then declare "fuck this" and cast Obscuring Mist to make a getaway. Suddenly a brigade of winged people that weren't there ten seconds ago all flap their wings simultaneously, blowing my spell away.

I then declared "fuck this" and left the session. That's the last time I spoke to any of them.

I don't know why I was expecting it to end well, shit like this never ends well.

Holy fuck. How the shit do people this asinine find the brainpower to do this shit and breathe at the same time?

Some assorted quotes I wrote down that I couldn't find a place to fit in to the story

>She takes off her hoodie and gives you a wink. 'I expect to see you after this room.' She gives you some flirty eyes

>Does the snake have a name?
>No, you can name it.
>I name it Nikki Minaj.

>Someone roll astronomy.
No one has astronomy.
>No one has astronomy?
It's almost like nobody wanted to invest in knowledge skills because you diluted them to the point where they're almost always useless.
>Yeah, but if you invest in it, you get a lower DC

>I would like to cast diplomacy on my girlfriend

>Knowledge (water) can be used to learn more about this sword

>Don't remind me of the time you fed a random character piss.

>It's a big, huge pirate shipping country. They either protect people or they rob them

>It's like going on a date with Bill Cosby. At the end of the night, you get fucked in the ass

>the unspoken language of horsefucking
Wow. That sounds like a pretty nice novel title

The fuck kind of name is Oomaha?

but why?

...
What?
>Omaha, Nebraska.
>also, I think that name was supposed to be a horse pun some how

There was one other time I interacted with these chucklefucks. Prior to playing the GM's game, I foolishly invited Buttbuddy to play in my Fallout campaign. I told him it was almost totally compatible with vanilla Pathfinder, and that my only restriction is that you can't pick a class with a caster level (archetypes that remove magic from half and quarter casters are fine).

He shows up as an artificer, a class I was largely unfamiliar with but knew made magical devices. I told him it was fine as long as he refluffed his creations to fit in with the setting, a rule he ignored repeatedly throughout the single session for which he was present, referring to his devices by the spell they replicated and ignoring the sci-fi setting altogether.

Among his smaller crimes, he
>threatened to kill the party's face over petty things
>wasted a day on a timed mission to save 50 gold/caps
>talked up how he could replace the party's face, who had a climb speed, since he had a grappling hook
>did not actually have a grappling hook
>fired at a guard at his first opportunity during a sneaking segment
>detonated several mini-nukes on himself, blowing up a building and killing himself

I almost think he preemptively got revenge on me by sabotaging my session before I could do the same to his.

And that's my story, folks. I'm glad something good came out of all of this.

That doesn't work. Either as a horse related pun or a fantasy name.

OHHHHHHH
this is an MLP thing
Shit, I thought it was The Rescuers

>talked up how he could replace the party's face, who had a climb speed, since he had a grappling hook
>did not actually have a grappling hook
Fuck me, that's funnier than it has any right to be.

I don't get the pun, but I am 90% sure it's there.
anyone?
Also can anyone actually read that?

>manticore
>sapient

user knew exactly what he was getting into

fuck magical realm gms tho I want to pretend i'm a wizard not listen to you cyber with the players

MANTICORE
MANTICORE
MANTICORE
MANTICORE
[GUITAR SOLO]

The Manticore invented death
And all things that are bad
He'll kill your sister just for fun
And make out with your dad

>>It's like going on a date with Bill Cosby. At the end of the night, you get fucked in the ass

Alright guys, after 1000000 hours in MS Paint, I've put together a screencap for posterity. You're welcome. Maybe could use a better filename though.

This is fucking gold. This is what I come to Veeky Forums for.

>I name it Nikki Minaj.
At least name it something remotely clever like Snakki Fangaj.

Thanks mate, glad I could entertain.

...

Liches are best.

...

Congratz, you have both given me a hilarious story, and convinced me that shaggy is one of the greatest fighters in the universe, and possibly a god. Kudos mate.

>ancient aztec temple ruins
>snake things in a box
>snake gets absorbed into body
>characters obliviously fucking in vicinity

Oh no...
I hate to inform you shaggy user but your GM plagiarized some pretty specifically awful shit...

or in other words: I RECOGNIZE THAT FETISH!

All my whys

oh god you just reminded me of that after all these years, yeaaah user's lucky the story derailed horribly before that fully came into play.

Are you guys talking about that comic where Starfox transforms into a dinosaur penis

I'm honestly relieved that someone else remembers it since I feel less horrible for recognizing it now.

Haha, no.
C-Snakes is like...an order of magnitude worse that Lust Penis because, although both started as self-contained comics, C-Snakes started a fucking fandom.

holy fuck I just went back to them out of morbid curiosity....almost all the BS shit (losing magic, changing gender, immediately healed leg) all lined up with that shit.

user didn't just get That DM'd he also played right into part of the DM's magical realm almost off the bat.

Equestrian

I can't top that story. Hell nobody can, but I might as well post my overly long tale that I already posted some time ago in a similar thread.

>3.5. game
>Set in a custom campaign setting where the Player characters are the chosen ones, also in this setting, only those that are deemed chosen can be effected by spells such as resurrection in specific places in the world.
>Party is composed out of a Knight, a swordsage, a cleric, a bard and an archivist
>For the most part things go well, though the knight is being a capital douche, dialing all paladin stereotypes up to eleven and then some, which earns him the ire of the rest of the party
>Whatever the case, they end up in the mansion belonging to an influential duke of a county, sent on a quest from the main city toa sk for his support and the support of his troops in the inevitable invasion that will begin soon
>The mansion is off, stuff attacks the party, animated objects, undead monstrosities and the such
>They find a few members of the family wearing masks that tell the party that a powerful wizard did not take kindly to the duke prohibiting him access to his telescope for some star research. The GM constantly reminded throught alk that it is a strong wizard, and unstable at that. The party is about level 5 at this time.
>Finally, they find the wizard who is actually cordial to them, and says that he will release the people here once his research is done
>Enter the knight. He provokes the unstable wizard by clinking his telescope during the tea affair the man has set upon him, constantly interrupts him and the such. The GM kind of turns a blind eye to him due to the highly diplomatic skills of the party bard
>They get the wizard to take them downstairs to show that the rest of the family is okay. Once they reach one of the common rooms in which the wife and the daughter of the count are situated, knight decides to make his move and use his knight's challenge on the wizard

>Knight's challenge is an offensive action, it's an intimidate that basically forces you to attack him or some such. He failed at that. Mind you, the stalward knight did this in a room with civilians
>Initiative is rolled,a nd of course the wizard that is some 7 levels higher than the party gets to go first
>First round of business is a that he moves out fo the room and casts black tentacles in it
>Party:Herewego.jpg
>Everyone fails against the tentacles grapple check due to level difference. The party and the two defenseless women are strangled round by round. The women expire two rounds in while the party tries to get out of the hold
>The GM does nto want to kill the party entirely due to one person being a dick, so he allows diplomacy checks in combat. Both the archivist and the bard by some stroke of luck roll a 20. It's not an automatic success, but it is enough for the wizard to say he will let them go if they stand down to which they swear they will
>The moment that the wizard releases the hold, the brave and bold knight charges the wizard who stood at the edge of a staircase.
>He actually rolls good, bull rushes the man down the stairs and topples on him and manages to hold him down
>Party:Wtf
>The wizard did not have a lot of health, and he did not have Dimension door for some reason or another escape spell, so the knight held him in a grapple as the rest of the party (not really wanting to but, it was a matter of survival now) went to town on him
>They win somehow and of course, start to argue with the knight who says that he did nothing wrong, that the guy was a psychopath and needed to be put down.
>The party tells him that he's responsible for two innocent women dying, but he ignores that by saying they were already doomed to die anyway

>Party all have a literal … over their heads but say they are in a hurry and will discuss this later. They find the lord of the manor who of course is overjoyed he can now be free and asks for the fate of his family
>Ohshit
>Once they show him the strangled bodies of his wife and daughter, the man naturally breaks down and says he needs to bury them, have some time to grieve
>But the brave knight won't have any of that, no! Time is of the essence. So, he approaches the grieving man and fucking intimidates him into obeying him to rally up his people in going to town,
>Party:what
>He passes the c heck, and now leads the whimpering wreck of a man who lost his family like a dog on a leash down to the town. He says to the rest of the party to wait for him here while he does this job because the rest of the party does not want to have anything to do with this
>Anyway, playing with the knight player, GM leads them to the town. It's been some time since the count was intimidated, so it's effects have passed once he moved to the center stage to rally his people. He rallies them alright. Rallies them against the insurgents that came to his home and possibly had a hand in killing is famly, and now treating him like a slave. Being a beloved figure, the town forms a mob.
>During that time, the knight makes a strategic retreat. Not back to the mansion to warn his „friends“, but rather to his horse outside of town to ride back to the main town.
>The party in the house gets tired of waiting eventually and starts going away from the house as well, only to see pitchforks and torches as the angry mob, led by the count himself. They start accusing the party and the like. Archivist tries his hand at diplomacy, but for his troubles of trying to talk to the mob, he gets a stone lobbed into his face, followed by another and another. The only thing that saves them from the mob is an expeditious retreat cast by someone and running for their lives.

>Naturally, they did not get the fucking support of this town
>What they did get however is the meeting with the knight back in town, obviously pissed. He said he did nothing wrong, and went to accuse them from not supporting him on this, to the poin that he basically ratted them out to the council of the main city. Needless to say, that knight was no longer the desired party member.

And that is one of my tales of horror.