Online-Runde D&D 5e auf Discord, Kampagne "Lost Mines of Phandelver"... ich gebe hier einfach mal die Worte meiner Mitspielerin wieder:
"The party's rogue and my wood elf druid, Ariella (level 2), were doing reconnaissance on a bandit stronghold in a tavern and my druid went animal form as a raccoon to get closer to the window to overhear the evil plan. One of the bandits threw a rock at her just to be a dick. It missed, but Ariella was... well, offended is a very mild word. But they got what they came for and regrouped with the rest of the party.
So later that night when we were doing our 3am raid on their stronghold, my druid and the rogue snuck up and shot one of the bastards through the window of their hideout - my druid rolled a nat-20 on stealth under partial cover (so Mask of the Wild) and our rogue is the sneakiest so they still didn't know exactly where we were even though they were sprouting arrows. Then she caught sight of the rat bastard who chucked a rock at her forest creature form.
Ariella threw stealth to the wind, shifted into a giant badger and lunged through the window, all the while making that bat-shit crazy honey badger shriek. Not enough actions to attack, but she made a bee-line toward the Rock-Chucking neck beard, completely ignoring the porcupine they just made out of his companion despite ending up right beside him. And our party bard (played by my husband) decided to capitalize on this situation by casting Prestidigitation on her so that red sparks began erupting from her bristled fur.
(At this point the GM turned his mic off but kept intermittently turning it back on, gasping for breath, and attempting to narrate the scene in between giggling and actual belly laughs. He may have been under assault by his own confused house cat at this point. Hard to say.)
The rest of my party, meanwhile, rushed into the tavern through the front door. Our half-orc paladin finished off Porcupine Dude with a critical warhammer hit that basically exploded his head, showering Ariella with blood and bits of brain. She was still badger-shrieking (if you've never heard this sound, go google it. It's mad).
The Rock Chucker made his first smart decision and bolted for the back door. But Ariella was not done with him yet. The party followed into the back hallway. The paladin ended up facing off with two more bandits in a side room (he and the others took out the first one before end of round).
But Ariella was focused. She was screaming (in badger) something along the lines of "Throw a rock at an innocent raccoon, will you? I will follow you to hell!" So she went straight for the scent of Rock Chucker and found him waiting by the back door with an attack readied. She calculated the odds (she may look like a wild animal, but she's not actually), then said "fuck it" (which sounds like more badger screaming) and charged the guy. He whiffed his two prepared sword attacks and Ariella went for him with teeth and claws. Got a critical hit with the teeth and the guy, now bleeding profusely, had a badger the size of a rottweiler dangling from his ripped throat.
At which point, my bardy friend boomed in his best performance voice "Lay down your weapons and come out or face the Hell Badger!" Everybody in the bandit stronghold including Rock Chucker immediately complied.
After we get them back to the town jail, my druid has a stern talk with the Rock Chucker about being polite to forest animals because "You never know. That innocent little kitten or deer, stray dog or rabbit might be me." [Lean in with acid-dripping fangs from the cantrip Primal Savagery]
Long story short, our party bard has now begun performing "Hell Badger of Phandalin" (set to the tune of Two Tickets to Paradise). And my party which includes a half-orc, unanimously decided that when we go to interrogate people with the whole "Bad Orc, Worse Orc" tactic, Ariella is always Worse Orc."
Der erwähnte Halbork ist mein Charakter. Gruk ist jetzt schwer verknallt in die Elfe, die so viel eindrucksvoller Blut vergießen kann als er selbst.
