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By the same author as Grand Line 3.5
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Generic Greg




4th Feb 2019, 2:30 AM

Oh boy. He has a plan.

Tell us a story about that kind of situation. Everything's on fire, the world's about to end, the parties about to be captured, 'don't worry guys, I got a plan.'

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JACK




4th Feb 2019, 3:48 AM

Last time this happened with my group, the plan was "stop time and murder all the liches"

Plan mostly worked, you can destroy a phylactery during a time stop if you're holding it before you stop time, but doing that doesn't kill the lich, you have to both destroy the phylactery and kill the lich

So now hundreds of liches all want to murder the party

Fun times

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Kale

Kale




4th Feb 2019, 9:48 AM

Well, maybe they want to kill you all, but you also put the fear of morality into them.

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layarusdrake




4th Feb 2019, 4:04 AM

A bit more low-key, but still relevant:
Just the other day, my group got involved in an attempt to assassinate the local head of the underworld (for the reference, we are level 2).
Somewhere down the line, our druid gets ambushed by a grell, so in short order he's grappled, paralyzed, 30 ft in the air and on 5HP, with the rest of us trying frantically to kill the grell. These were his exact words upon overcoming his paralysis.
Turns out, his "plan" involved casting Thunderwave, which causes a boom audible for 300 feet. On a stealth mission.
Long story short, while the druid survived (he discovered he could turn into a bear), the whole session ended in a cliffhanger, with the DM saying on three different occasions: "Congratulations, you guys won quite a challenging fight. Now I'm going to need everyone to roll for Perception"

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Kale

Kale




4th Feb 2019, 10:17 AM

Well, not world ending, but this past week we were playing Part Time Gods, currently a pack of god killers, whom we are by now well aware are capable of shutting down godly powers pretty handedly, are causing a ruckus in our city, wrecking my, the god of blacksmiths, forge and assassinating a couple other local gods. Now, one of our pantheon members is the god of plagues, on the down low he's been regularly taking deserving terminal patients and transferring their illnesses to death row inmates, and then eating their souls or something but that's a minor detail. On this most recent occasion it turned out the 'inmate' in question was one such god killer and surprised Plague with a knife in the back. Plague tried to use magic to take him down, but it got countered, and he got stabbed again, fortunately the first thing I did was make discreet armor for everybody so he was still hanging on by a thread after that, he then grabbed up all of our shared Pantheon dice and said, I've got a plan. Now when you burn at least 4 pantheon dice, which is the number we had at the time, you can do some crazy stuff, so he declares he's going to turn back time and assassinate his would be assassin. Problem, the God killer's magic negation kept him from doing quite what he wanted and he got to turn it back just enough to get stabbed in the back again. Then he tried to use his magic again, got hard countered and stabbed again, before finally remembering he had a safe room to run into and hide in.

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Guest




4th Feb 2019, 4:36 AM
""Seven Levels of increasingly-dangerous traps""

Already hinting at the Impel Down Arc, I see.

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Kale

Kale




4th Feb 2019, 9:45 AM

A brilliant and beautiful plan, no doubt.

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Raxon

Raxon




4th Feb 2019, 2:11 PM

Obviously, Luffy wants to build a helicopter out of bamboo and coconuts.

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Phantomdemon




5th Feb 2019, 8:37 AM

Dammit, they don't have Franky yet though, and Ussop's not min-maxed enough for that.

Yet, anyway.

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Raxon

Raxon




5th Feb 2019, 9:13 AM

I can't be the only one who would watch Gilligan's isle with the strawhat crew, right?

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Gueist




6th Feb 2019, 5:00 PM

you're not.

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MacGiver




4th Feb 2019, 2:48 PM

Don't worry guys, only need a clip, some gum and we will have anything we need.

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Fargo




5th Feb 2019, 1:55 PM
"-1 + 1 = Boom"

So in what was meant to be the campaign's prologue, over several sessions we had gathered several MacGuffins. One was an orb that steadily radiated magic, and turned out to be one of the founts from which magic constantly came into the world. Sadly none of our low level PCs could figure out how to use it, so no phenomenal cosmic power. Another was a box that more or less created an anti-magic field on steroids, to the point that magic was not just suppressed, but literally could not exist inside the cube. The whole time we're being railroaded and forced to watch GM-PCs do most of the cool stuff, since we were just meant to be servants working for the actual heroes.

We get the MacGuffins and are handing them in when suddenly we're forcibly teleported away. Suddenly we're in the Big Bad's castle, and he's standing around gloating about his grand plan to have us gather the artifacts for him. We were level three and couldn't possibly win, so this was clearly meant to be the moment where Big Bad takes the artifacts, kills the GM-PCs, and we're forced to step up.

But the GM failed to account for three things.
1 - We were all a little sick of the railroading and were already looking for a way to derail everything.
2 - My character was a very noble sort, and would happily sacrifice himself to protect against or stop a greater evil. He assumed others would do the same.
3 - I was the one holding both the most powerful source of magic in the world, and the most powerful anti-magic item in the world.

Which meant that I, the self-sacrificing good guy, was in the Big Bad's castle, right next to the Big Bad, in the Big Bad's city with all of his power and armies, and holding what amounted to a DIY anti-matter bomb.

"Don't worry guys, I have a plan."

*Dink*

Cue end of the session as the GM had to figure out what the hell just happened. We ended up smearing everything for twenty miles across a dozen different planes, and the game only lasted a couple more sessions before it was given up on.

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