DUDESOFT'S PROFILE

My character, Shonder, just saw his brother attempt to assassinate the leader of a military occupation in their city; only to be sacreficed to a demon.
He was currently looking for, and trying to find his brother. Now he is on a blood path of vengeance. Not really clicking in to what his brother was doing. Just that these soldiers killed his bro.
So anyway, me and another guy nearly got overwhelmed by the entire damn army; but Shonder knows the city like the back of his hand and led the other guy to safety in the sewers.
We travelled for a while and met this old rat man who ahowed us the way through the sewers that I was getting lost in.
After crawling and wadding through piles of shit, we emerge into a busy area of the docks. We come across another party member, and learn that our other member was lost or abducted.
The guy I escaped with uses presditigitation on himself to clean up and talk to a beautiful prostitute for 'information'. Shonder meanwhile walks away to go look in some of the places I know about.

Shonder is almost immediately surrounded by some half-orc soldiers, whom sneer at his sewage-covered person.
"citizen, state your name!"
"Shonder." With a scowl.
"And how'd you get to be like... This?" The guards laugh amongst themselves. Feeling invincible in their occupation of the city.
Without hesitation: "I was hangin' around your lot."
They do not appreciate this insubordination and begin to beat on me. 3 on 1, while 2 more hang in the back to laugh.
Shonder's weapon of choice, a crowbar, meets the ringleaders face connecting heavy blows and disarming him in the process.
Shonder's team mates see what is happening and hurry over in disguise as soldiers to try and break up the fight. We are literally surrounded by soldiers, and things are going south.
Alas, no talking helps, so the one guy kills the ringleader with a sword in the back, and Shonder impales another soldier's head with his crowbar hook. The third takes flight, despite Shonder's attempt to stop him.
In the background, the two guards who were enjoying the show light up the sky with a call-to-arms flare. Shiiiiiit.
Shonder, now half-health OOC, is angry and wants more, but can see the writing on the walls so to speak.
As they run away, Shonder leading them to a safehouse, three demons decend from the sky. We are fucked and i know it. Shonder heaves himself up a building to grapple and distract the monsters so the team can escape. It works. Buuuut instead of getting close enough to grapple, they use a ranged spike attack and Shonder is at -4 HP.
In D&D 5e you get 3 rolls of a d20 to attempt a deathsave. But you are only allowed 3 fails or you are permadead.

First: Win.
Second: Fail.
Third: Fail.
Fourth: Win.
2-2 count. Last roll was my life. The night was still young, so i decided I didn't want to siderail the session with my shit. And said i'd take the roll to finish the session.

2 hours go by. I am drawing my character, and relaxing. Thinking "I'm okay dying. I played my character how i needed to. It is a good death."

We get to the roll moment, and i have accepted death. My GM meanwhile has been building his anxiety about my death all session lmao
I roll the d20 nonchalantly, ready for a 1. My GM is literally gripping the arms of his chair with panic.
Rolled 13. Needed 10. Sigh of relief, and me going, 'oh good.'
Awesome end to a session.