Cosmic Counsel - With Arc 2 Rotators
Added 2025-07-09 21:14:47 +0000 UTCNow listen here, my starlit sweethearts and moon-dappled messengers of mayhem—your boy Vox Vinny has opened up a brand-new frequency on this cosmic broadcast. That’s right, I’m talkin’ about ‘Comet Confessions’—where your worries, your woes, and your wildest what-do-I-do’s come floatin’ my way.
So if your heart’s in a black hole, your crew’s got you twisted in a galactic knot, or maybe you just need a velvet-voiced shoulder to lean on—slide your stories into the ether. Write to me, whisper to me, beam your truth up to the stars, and I’ll send you back some celestial counsel, sugar.
Don’t be shy, now. The universe is big, but Vinny’s always got time for you.
Please tell us your ttrpg related mishaps, funny stories, questions or grumbles and Vox and I will go through them and offer our thoughts, advice or maybe just laugh at the situation!
Please leave them in the comments below!
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Dear Aunt Agony, One of my party members ate a strange, obviously ominous flower that appeared in our pocket. She died instantly. It was tragic. We mourned. We paid for resurrection. Days later—days!—another party member, who witnessed the whole ordeal, ate the same kind of flower and died the same horrible death. It’s as if death has become an inconvenience to them—a minor pause, like a long nap. I’ve begged, reasoned, even thought about staging a cautionary puppet show called “Flora the Fatal Fae Bloom,” but nothing works. How do I convince my team that just because we can come back from death doesn’t mean we should keep testing it? —Exhausted and Exhumed (Again) Dear Aunt Agony, Our barbarian just cast fireball. She doesn’t have a spellbook. She doesn’t even read. She laughed, shouted "I can help!" and now we’re all crispy. The sorcerer says reality is unraveling, and the warlock is in a corner whispering to his holy symbol. Should I be concerned? —Baffled and Burned Dear Aunt Agony, While adventuring in a vampire lair, my dad decided it was a great time to hook up with my lifelong rock idol. That would’ve been disturbing enough, but they used my favorite lava lamp. It’s... ruined. Emotionally and mystically. How do I reclaim my inner peace—and should I get the lamp exorcised? —Haunted by Heat and Hormones Dear Aunt Agony, Do you have any practical tips for removing enchanted honey from a naked mole rat’s arcane cannon? I’ve tried soap, vinegar, and even a minor cleansing spell, but it just seems to get stickier—and angrier. —Sticky Situation in Sector Nine
LeeAnna Pekel
2025-07-10 01:57:43 +0000 UTCWere we leaving our stories/questions in these comments or the Discord comments? I don't want to double post lol.
Donny
2025-07-09 23:42:31 +0000 UTCHave you ever really tried to do something with a character's personality, but keep falling in the same traps? I have a fun story, I hope!: My first campaign I tried to play a "Quirk Support Character" Trickster Cleric, and through combat and roleplay I accidentally became the Leader of the group. It was a beautiful story, but I still wanted my smart-mouthed support character, and tried again in our second campaign, so I made an illusion-heavy Actor-Feat Warlock. He was a snarky 17 year old middle child of a rich family trying to shirk the burden of his name. Cue 50 sessions later, and the general of the Big Bad Organization manages to whoop us in a fight, with my Warlock somehow the last one standing. I could do the math, and just surrendered, hoping they weren't looking for our heads just yet. To my delight, they carted me off, but to my shock, they just left my crew to get through their death-saves on their own. So in an interrogation room, staring down the general, I try to set the tone. Warlock: "Why didn't you just kill us out there?" General: "Oh, your crew could still actually be quite useful. You're just... misguided." Warlock: "...Okay, so then why just take *me* in?" General: "If I can convince you, the others will come around." Warlock with a shit-heel laugh: "Right! Because I'M the brains of this operation!" General: "..." Cue the dramatic close up of my warlocks face and mine at the same time as he said "Holy SHIT, *I'M* the brains of this operation!" I've finally pulled it off in our third campaign with my negative charisma Druid who doesn't lie and only has sea-life analogies when he does offer wisdom, but it took me 6 years to get there.
Allen S
2025-07-09 23:11:48 +0000 UTCStill trying to get into my first DnD session so I'll stick with a question for now for the whole crew? Anybody watching or playing anything interesting? I'm currently wrapping up the latest seasonal anime and playing wizard of legend 2 with my fiancé
Blaize Gordon
2025-07-09 21:32:31 +0000 UTCMy old dnd group used to smoke cigarettes on the porch on breaks and it almost burned the building down. I lived in a 3 story apartment building with my DM who lived on the second floor. I lived on the third floor and would come down to his apt for dnd every week. One night we take a break and smoke on his porch nothing out of the ordninary. Toward the end of our game we all started smelling smoke and thought it must be someone grilling or someone was using the fire pit in the back. We played for 2 hours while a dried flower pot on the porch slowly cindered. AFTER the game was over an hour later I go out on my porch and see HUGE plumes of smoke billowing out of the porch. Yall my DM was fast asleep while his porch was burning down I had to basically break into his apartment and put out the fire which thankfully only took the flower pot and a portion of the railing. It doesnt have a lot to do with dnd itself but isn't if fucked up that he didnt give me inspiration or something for basically saving his life? I mean come on dude.
Jacob B.
2025-07-09 21:29:27 +0000 UTCAs a DM, I gave one of my players a Lightning Javelin (4d6 Damage). I did this pretty late into the evening one session after a few beers and didn't really write down what I said. A couple of sessions later (a month or two)... I had my players in an intense chase through Waterdeep and the baddies were leading them into an ambush, but the baddies did (I did) the stupid thing of having these low to mid-level weenies jump out in a line (an alleyway). My player pulls out the Lightning Javelin - one shots them doing "46 damage!" I had them jumped a few more sessions later by a gang of gunslingers, arrested them all and stole all their overpowered shenanigans. They blew up the ship they were being held prisoner on, but you know - "Oh no, the Javelin fell into the ocean... Anyway."
Marcos, PhD...Eventually
2025-07-09 21:26:43 +0000 UTC
