I watch the Superbowl for the ads! ๐คช๐คช๐คช
DragonTypeWyvern
joined 2 years ago
Sir, this is serious business. Please take your absurd fantasies elsewhere.
Goddamnit
"Dang, my character has some sweet augs, I'm a one man army, time to take on the corpos!"
corpos bring a real army and then hit you with an orbital particle weapon
Yeah the real secret about 5.0 is that all classes are broken and OP, and the nice thing about BG3 is that they do the math for you.
Astarion learned to play in AD&D
That's a reference I haven't seen in a long time.
Fire Emblem has a couple bangers too. And some less so.
Maybe birds aren't good at math?
Yeah but the problem is that there isn't a list of what happens for each score, so people aren't quite sure if it's a monster specific condition. It does seem to match up with the old rules though, so I'd just default to that. STR and CON are instant death, DEX is total paralysis, the mentals are comas/nonresponsive.
And in 3.5 STR 0 meant your body no longer had the strength to have your heart beat so you'd die with no save.
My personal favorite:
A 9th level druid (any druid) flies 40ft in the air and upcasts one of their summon animals spells to summon 8 giant owls, then makes them fall prone.
3.5 falling damage was both clear cut and bonkers. Your Owl MIRV would do an average of 679 damage.
Not munchkin, not a special build, just the base rules and a default druid. It's even easy to write off thematically as the owls kamikaze dive bombing it instead of just falling!
The 3.5 Tarrasque didn't have the 5.0 damage resistance to non-magic weapons, it has a flat 15 DR, which was the style at the time, but useless against the numbers falling damage mechanics would push out.
I think a good DM would say the summoned animals aren't magic slaves and simply would not kill themselves doing this, but at the end of the day you could also just do this with large rocks so you might as well let them have kamikaze owls.
In DnD it's because most undead are damned and tortured souls enslaved by dark magic to the bidding of their twisted masters.
The skellingtons are looking at you, the real you, the core of your very existence with their soul eyeballs. And they hate you, because you are alive, and they aren't just dead, they're being tortured every moment of their existence.
But, hey, tell me more about your perfect medieval civilization built on raising zombie field hands.
/Jokekilling