They dun fucked up

yourplayersaidwhat:

(For context my party I DM for includes a Drow Assassin (Ilyena) and a Drow War Cleric (Taldor). They are in a homebrew campaign and are investigating attacks in a near by village. This is slightly paraphrased)

Taldor, rolling to investigate foot prints

Me (DM)- the foor print goes all around the scarecrows and all over the cornfield

Taldor- Ok, whatever the thing is seems to like the scarecrow

(They decided to put the scarecrows in one place to lure the attacking thing into a trap)

Ilyena- We should put them in a circle instead of rows

Taldor- ok, I’m gunna hide in the middle of them.

Ilyena- ok…Im hiding in the field.

Me(DM)- as the sun sets and the sky darkens you begin to hear odd creaking…and all eight scarecrows turn their head.

Ilyena- oh fuck

Taldor- I fucked up.

(They both almost wiped)