So my buddy DMing our upcoming campaign came over today bro hang out for a bit and build my new character. I like to roll random races and backgrounds. Originally I was going to be a Stinky Fish Elf Disney Princess Ranger, but our caster had to drop out for work, so I set that character aside for another day and rolled an Air Genasi Street Urchin Wild Magic Sorceress! Wild Magic, for them what dunno its, makes random stuffs happen. DM can ask you to roll for a "Surge" and if you roll a one, the spell goes Wild. Sometimes it's a fireball centered on yourself, sometimes it's a Magic Missle aswell as whatever you cast, and sometimes it's a beard of feathers until you sneeze. Very Sheogorath. But! I'm going to be playing my buddies Homebrew for even more crazy! Instead of whenever the DM says, I roll for ALL THE SPELLS. Even cantrips! Also, surges happen on a 1 + the Spell slots level or under. On top of that, he has a special chart with a lot more options on it that he won't let me see because some of the effects happen when I say or do something. So I'll roll and he'll tell me the outcomes. Speaking of which, he had me roll on the chart five times to have some backstory and possibly permanent effects. I don't remember the numbers but heres what happened: 1st roll: Each creature within 30 feet of you takes 1d10 Necrotic Damage and you regain Hit Points equal to the damage dealt...normal folks don't really have many Hit points... DM narrated this as the first time her magic went wild. She cast an illusion to distract a merchant so she could swipe some bread. And then everyone around her died. I rolled a stealth check to GTFO and had a good cry. I decided because of this, she relies more on her skills than her magic. 2nd Roll: roll a d10. Your age changes by that many years. Subtracting for Odd and adding for Even. I rolled a 5 so my 23 became an 18. Oh noooo how awful! 3rd Roll: "On your next turn, you can't take any actions, instead you vomit 1d100 Silver!" I got 56 free monies! 4th Roll: I turned into a potted plant for a minute. Final Roll: The Age one. Again. "Well what are the odds you'll roll odd again?" I rolled a 7. So, my character now appears to be 11. I mean. All in all it could've gone worse! I'm pretty excited to accidentally kill my entire party or turn everyone into frogs or something. I haven't made any D&D posts in awhile so I figured I'd ramble for a bit. Bye!