My DND group had a story where a ranger's wolf companion was killed. The ranger had raised the wolf from a pup. They were inseparable and had been through many battles together. One day, while exploring a cursed forest, they were attacked by a group of shadowy beasts. The wolf fought bravely to protect the ranger but was outnumbered. The ranger watched helplessly as the wolf was torn apart. The ranger was never the same after that, losing his joy for adventure and often getting lost in memories of his beloved wolf.
A DND character, a bard, was traveling with a group to a grand city to perform in a famous theater. He had spent his whole life preparing for this moment. But on the way, they were attacked by bandits. The bard tried to use his charm and music to stop the bandits, but it only angered them. They cut his hands so he could never play music again. His dreams were shattered, and he was left with a life full of regret, unable to do the one thing he loved most.
There was a DND dungeon where a group of rogues entered. They were in search of treasure. But as they delved deeper, they found chambers filled with the remains of other adventurers. In one room, there was a bard's lyre, broken and covered in dust. It seemed that the bard had tried to charm some of the dungeon's beasts but had failed. As they moved forward, they were attacked by a horde of rats. One of the rogues got separated from the group and was bitten multiple times. The group managed to escape, but they left their friend behind. The memory of that sad dungeon haunted them, and they carried the guilt of leaving their comrade to die.
Once there was a little girl named Lily. She had a beloved puppy named Max. One day, Max got very sick. Lily did everything she could to take care of him, but the vet said there was no hope. Max passed away in Lily's arms. Lily was heartbroken. She cried for days and couldn't bear to go to the places where they used to play together. It was a sad time for her and she missed Max deeply.
There was a student who studied really hard for an exam. He spent days and nights preparing. But on the day of the exam, he realized he was at the wrong test center. It was sad because all his efforts went to waste, but also funny as it was such a silly mistake.
There was an old man in a DND setting who was a former knight. He was old and frail but still had his honor intact. A group of bandits was terrorizing the local village. The old man, despite his age, took up his old sword and shield. He joined the villagers in their defense. He taught the villagers some basic combat skills. In the end, they managed to drive off the bandits. The old man became a hero to the village once again, just like in his younger days.
There was this DND story where a low - level character, a simple peasant - turned - adventurer. He joined a group to explore an ancient tomb. He had dreams of finding enough treasure to support his family back in his village. However, during the exploration, a powerful trap was triggered. The rest of the group managed to escape, but he was too slow. He was crushed by a falling stone slab, and his body was left in that dark, cold tomb forever, his family waiting in vain for his return.
Once upon a time, in a DND campaign, the party entered an old, decrepit castle. As they walked through the dark hallways, they heard strange whispers. Suddenly, a spectral figure emerged from the shadows. It was a long - dead knight, his eyes filled with hatred. The knight attacked without warning, and his sword seemed to pass through armor and flesh with ease. The party fought back, but every time they landed a blow, the knight just laughed and grew stronger. In the end, only one player managed to escape the castle, forever haunted by the memory of that terrifying encounter.
Once upon a time in a DND world, there was a young wizard named Elara. She was on a quest to find a lost magical crystal. Along the way, she met a brave knight named Sir Garrick. They joined forces and faced many challenges. In a dark forest, they had to battle a group of goblins. Elara used her magic to create illusions, while Sir Garrick fought with his sword. Eventually, they found the crystal in an old, forgotten cave and returned it to its rightful place, becoming heroes in their land.
In the world of DND, Waukeen is the goddess of trade. There was once a merchant who was a devout follower of Waukeen. He traveled across many lands, facing numerous challenges like bandits and difficult terrains. But he always felt protected by Waukeen. He would offer a portion of his profits at her shrines. One day, he came across a town that was in the middle of an economic crisis. Using his skills and the inspiration he believed came from Waukeen, he helped the town revive its trade, and in turn, the town became a prosperous place again, and the merchant's fame grew as a true servant of Waukeen.
A Dragonborn might have a back story where they were born in a small, isolated clan. Their parents were fierce warriors who taught them the ways of combat from a young age. This Dragonborn grew up with a sense of loyalty to their clan, and as they got older, they set out to explore the wider world to prove their worth and bring honor to their clan. They might face challenges like hostile races and difficult terrains during their travels.
Once upon a time, in a DND session, our party of adventurers entered a mysterious forest. There were strange noises all around. We came across a talking squirrel. It told us of a hidden treasure but also warned of a giant spider guarding it. We decided to take the risk. As we crept closer, the spider emerged. But our wizard cast a sleep spell and it worked! We got the treasure and it was filled with magical items.