Threw these at my #Retroverse players the other night. It was a hell of a battle and they were very nearly slaughtered. They finally reigned victorious and it took the whole session for one of the players to finally figure out what they were fighting. #DnD#DireEmAll
It started with only one and I just kept whistling the Jigglypuff theme slowly and a little lower every time they got distracted. Once they killed the first, I started hum-whistling to mimic a chorus of them. Then called for a 15 minute break for them to freak out a bit. 😂
They ended up killing the three by some harsh combat and one of them finding a “space sedan” (they were in a ship graveyard) with functioning blasters. There was a Shiny Dire Jigglypuff in there as well and they were NOT prepared for its tri-attack.
The Synthweaver started playing Sweet Victory on his xylobones (Restless) and used his turns to drown out the whistling. Very smart move that made all the radical teens watching from afar start cheering. It did make him the primary target though...
In the end, the Restless used the Final Stand cliche and an ally used the Noooooo cliche once they fell, turning the tide of the battle at the last moment.
The space sedan just blasted one back. The pilot (Trog) ate the last as it tried to attack them, ending combat. Fun game!
A good chunk of my games are dedicated to letting the party go explore their characters, especially in what they do in combat. Sometimes it means a small encounter takes all night, sometimes it means we barely roll. Either way it’s always fun.
Really glad y’all enjoy these so much. @LluisAbadias is the artist on these (follow them)! We’ve made a ton of them under the #DireEmAll tag. Here’s some of my favorites.
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In a swirl, the dragon grabbed their polymorph cloak, shrinking in size to an average humanoid. They did their best to avoid the glare of the wizard.
“That’s mine,” the wizard said.
“I don’t care,” the dragon, now more resembling a dragonborn, shot back.
They reached for a small table and took a satchel of gold pieces.
“Don’t expect me to be here when you get back,” the wizard said.
“I just need to clear my head. I’ll be back later today,” they said, completing their collection task by grabbing another bag full of traveling… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
“Not much of a talker. I wonder, is this what your parents wanted for you? Well, not the ‘dead on an ash covered floor’ part, but the life of a city guard. It probably paid well. I bet they would have been thrilled. I can imagine your father and mother, so proud on the day you… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
Lyle sat with their hands together, fingers interlaced, their attention fixed heavily on the planks beneath them. Their mother and father sat a few feet away, two more faces among the dozens of others in the moving wooden crate.
They were all fleeing their home and the weight of it could be seen in every dull eye.
The attacks had been relentless, days and days of fire coming from the sky. At first, the city tried to strike back. Those that stood against the dragon wound up as piles of molten metal and… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
Lyle looked into his mother’s eyes. There was fear, there was pain. She broke her gaze and looked down at her chest, touching the crystal briefly before collapsing to the cart. His father screamed, pulled against the rail, and tried, in vain, to reach out to his love with his one… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…