Congratulations, welcome to D&D
And congratulations for sticking to your character. The exact balance of roleplaying versus meta-cooperation varies from group to group, but even our rather cooperative group would be cool (out of character) with what you did.
Actually, we had a nice D&D session yesterday. We managed to kill an adamantine golem through patience and tactics (CR 25, we're 3 level 14s). Then we rolled a 1/100 teleport mishap which brought us to... uh...
Well, so long ago that only one of our current characters has even survived since, we had a boat. My character had a waterskin which rolled two d100s every time I drank from it. One day it contained blood from a psionic fish race (our setting doesn't have psionics). I poured the liquid into a magic cup which we hadn't really identified, but seemed to infuse liquids with dangerously wild magic based on their nature.
I wanted to drink it, but the wise character who actually survived to the present (who's also our raving barBEARian) had us feed a little to a fish first. Our third party member, a chaotic-good pixie sorcerer, had the uncharacteristically prudent idea to nail the fish to the boat first. In case the fish got uppity.
Well, it did. Details aside, that's the story of how we lost our first boat (and pony) and I had 5 levels of psionic wilder for an in-game hour.
The DM never expected any of that to come up again, but then yesterday we rolled that 100 while trying to teleport to our base of operations... Which, by chance, is also a magic boat with a pony on it.
The level 20 psionic fish was actually quite polite, and welcomed us onto his *spelljammer* (I freaked out in happiness out of character at this point). Fascinated by the prospect of interplanetary travel and unimaginable power beyond the scope of the universe as we knew it, we ignored the barbearian's warnings (as always) (gee, I wonder why his character has outlived so many of ours). We ended up giving the fish 28 gallons of water and promising to send messages occasionally, and he was happy to help me aim our plane shift home.
Plus, we're now being followed around by an adorable intelligent (but mute) pony, who is presumably helping the fish observe the material plane to allay its loneliness. She tends to hide around corners such that only my character has enough perception to notice it. The others have no idea why I wink at thin air occasionally. A little in character paranoia is fun for the whole party.
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