The time my barbarian survived being drowned in molten metal /u/xGibs99 DnD: Roll for Initiative!

This was in an Odyssey of the Dragonlords campaign playing A5e. Level 5 at the time.

My party and I were in a mineshaft in order to clear out the mines and the main enemy we had to clear out was a Cerberus.

We quickly realized how dangerous the enemy was after it knocked our bard out, and thankfully the warlock was able to hypnotize it. We took that time to regroup and plan our next attack.

Our druid knocked it back about 20 feet, then I was hasted by our sorcerer and I went in and started hitting away with my magic hammer (+1). I normally get two attacks but the haste gave me three. Then I have an ability that triggers a critical attack on 19s or 20s, which in turn triggers my furious critical that allows me to hit once more for every critical (this stacks for half my proficiency bonus). So all-in-all I did about 40-50 damage in one turn.

But as I tried to make my get away so the casters could get their damage in, I was grappled by one of the Cerberus heads. It was then that the other two heads started talking to each other about “cooking” me. At the time, I wasn’t sure what it meant as the means to cook me. But as it went in for another bite, I was able to use my “Ride Enemy” maneuver to mount it.

That was the last thing my party saw from their end of the hallway before the beast bolts around the corner with me on its back. What I see next is the dog is charging a pool of molten metal. It jumps through the air, spinning so that its back would land us both in the pool. I rolled poorly and ended up pinned in the pool while we’re both taking heavy damage.

I managed to stay conscious for a round thanks to some bonus hp and healing from the druid and bard healing me from afar as my party finally made it around the corner. Though one of those heals missed and hit the Cerberus instead due to the awkward angle and the fact that I was mostly submerged at this point. I eventually go unconscious before the sorcerer magic missiles the Cerberus, finishing it off.

But now a giant three headed dog corpse was smothering what little of me had been left visible. So the party was quick to act with the druid becoming a giant hawk and lifting the charred corpse off what was soon to be another. My character’s not so formal husband the warlock was actually the first to plunge his arms in to find me. He rolls well and finds me the first go and drags my incredibly large Dragonborn body out (compared to his small saytr stature). The sorcerer kneels beside me to brush off any resting globs of red hot material that were still on me. Both of these party members taking their own burn damage.

Through out all this going on, I’ve been private rolling death-saves between me and the DM
and they have NOT going well. Until, I finally roll my last one. A natural 20. Life enters my chest once more. And then…the smaller death dogs began to ecircle the group. Which is where we left off on that session

This has been my first official campaign and is still going strong. Asmund, my berserker, would come to realize that a wooden club that was an ancestral weapon that he was meant to carry and use to reclaim justice for his blood line was destroyed in the forge pit. So I’ve been role playing his angst lately and am having a blast!

This was in an Odyssey of the Dragonlords campaign playing A5e. Level 5 at the time.

My party and I were in a mineshaft in order to clear out the mines and the main enemy we had to clear out was a Cerberus.

We quickly realized how dangerous the enemy was after it knocked our bard out, and thankfully the warlock was able to hypnotize it. We took that time to regroup and plan our next attack.

Our druid knocked it back about 20 feet, then I was hasted by our sorcerer and I went in and started hitting away with my magic hammer (+1). I normally get two attacks but the haste gave me three. Then I have an ability that triggers a critical attack on 19s or 20s, which in turn triggers my furious critical that allows me to hit once more for every critical (this stacks for half my proficiency bonus). So all-in-all I did about 40-50 damage in one turn.

But as I tried to make my get away so the casters could get their damage in, I was grappled by one of the Cerberus heads. It was then that the other two heads started talking to each other about “cooking” me. At the time, I wasn’t sure what it meant as the means to cook me. But as it went in for another bite, I was able to use my “Ride Enemy” maneuver to mount it.

That was the last thing my party saw from their end of the hallway before the beast bolts around the corner with me on its back. What I see next is the dog is charging a pool of molten metal. It jumps through the air, spinning so that its back would land us both in the pool. I rolled poorly and ended up pinned in the pool while we’re both taking heavy damage.

I managed to stay conscious for a round thanks to some bonus hp and healing from the druid and bard healing me from afar as my party finally made it around the corner. Though one of those heals missed and hit the Cerberus instead due to the awkward angle and the fact that I was mostly submerged at this point. I eventually go unconscious before the sorcerer magic missiles the Cerberus, finishing it off.

But now a giant three headed dog corpse was smothering what little of me had been left visible. So the party was quick to act with the druid becoming a giant hawk and lifting the charred corpse off what was soon to be another. My character’s not so formal husband the warlock was actually the first to plunge his arms in to find me. He rolls well and finds me the first go and drags my incredibly large Dragonborn body out (compared to his small saytr stature). The sorcerer kneels beside me to brush off any resting globs of red hot material that were still on me. Both of these party members taking their own burn damage.

Through out all this going on, I’ve been private rolling death-saves between me and the DM
and they have NOT going well. Until, I finally roll my last one. A natural 20. Life enters my chest once more. And then…the smaller death dogs began to ecircle the group. Which is where we left off on that session

This has been my first official campaign and is still going strong. Asmund, my berserker, would come to realize that a wooden club that was an ancestral weapon that he was meant to carry and use to reclaim justice for his blood line was destroyed in the forge pit. So I’ve been role playing his angst lately and am having a blast!