Swords and D20's Minimafia: Fluffly's Vengeance [Concluded]

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Hello Everyone, and get ready for the next Swords and D20's game! Just a mini mafia this time, But could be crucial to future story elements. Personally I am growing to like this little theme, and I hope it is growing on all of you as well now without further adieu I give you All Fluffy's Vengeance

(Circa 30 years after Swords and D20's 2)




Nowhere has always been a large kingdom, with land stretching far south to the great desert, and far to the north, to the Steppe plains. But surely one of the most enigmatic areas of the kingdom is The Badlands. An area where the Steppes meets the plains, It has always housed some of the darkest aspects of both man and beast. Nowhere had never given it too much attention, and it enjoyed a high level of autonomy (mostly because Nowhere could find no one Duke willing to deal with the mess). But although this led to many a family setting out for economic and political freedom, just as many have turned back in horror. Liches and necromancers carve out their diabolical fiefs, Just as fast as Clerics and Paladins could cleanse them. Its a viscous cycle of Death, and one that the people of the land know well. And such is our story, one of a family line which had made its name in these tough lands. Its Patriarch was named Iskander, a former prison guard from the prison camps of Anywhere, and he had made his farmstead and family on a fertile plot of land 10 miles from Castle Darkhallow (perhaps settling next to a castle named Darkhallow was not the best Idea? But I digress) The Iskander line had taken in roots quickly, and already Iskanders first Grandson was just learning to hold a trowel.


But Things had grown dark..... A Lich had found its way to Darkhallow, With a death-knight called Fluffy. That had given old Iskander pause, for he could never be sure about the almost godlike cat that he had left buried in that old plot in the prison camp. This must be the same..... And the horrors he might unleash on old Iskander as a undead gave him a chill to the bones.

And Iskander used his greatest Treasure, a small beacon he had bought before heading into the badlands, a beacon that would alert the Church of Pelor (God of Light and healing) that he needed aid. It better work too, the darn things warranty package cost him a arm and a leg! Hopefully with a little divine muscle he could have this Lich forcibly evicted.




And that right there is the opening tidbits For those unfamiliar with my previous games, here is a list. It could help figuring out what is going on in the game

Swords and D20's 2: Return of Anywhere
and the first installment: Swords and D20's



Signups: 7/7
Centurion1
Death is yonder
Slashandburn
atheotes
CCRunner
CaptainBlackadder
Yaropolk

Rules:
All standard rules apply
Communication out of thread is not allowed unless otherwise specified in your role Pm
Vote: No lynch is allowed
Day phases last 24 or so hours, nights last same amount of time.
No post mortem reveals
And I would appreciate it if you guys could keep a running tally

[Centurion1]

in of course. as the old fluffy..... how can i resist.

[Death is yonder]

In!

[slashandburn]

In!!!!!!!

[atheotes]

In
this time I hope to last longer than 2 phases

[CCRunner]

I'd like to be IN

[Captain Blackadder]

In please. Where is the return of Blackadder the unluckiest person in the world? lol

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

In please. Where is the return of Blackadder the unluckiest person in the world? lol

I assure you, the worlds unluckiest prisoner will have his time to shine just not this game.


just one more now.

[Yaropolk]

INS

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Awesome. Finishing touches on PM's and the game should start latter today.

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Day 0:

Iskander Treet grabbed the Beacon from his basement, the small white stone shimmering with a golden radiance. He whispered the password softly, hoping that the stone had not broken in its long years on a shelf “Good for the Good god.” Iskander said, and he prayed the temple would send aid…. And soon.

He walked into the yard after, throwing the stone in the rubbish bin, its enchantment spent. There were his sons, Orion, Balthazar, and Lapis. All three were practicing their sword play, and in front of them stood the Towns militia, 10 of the strongest men of the town, all getting ready. Undead had been coming in scores since that lich had moved in, and the men needed to keep there edge….. It was all they had. Iskander walked to Orion, “The Paladins should be coming. We just need to hold out a little longer.” Orion nodded, and he went back to the men. Iskander Smiled and went back to his home, to another cabinet far back in his basement. He found what he was looking for soon enough. A shimmering sword, glowing a deep blue. And his armor, simple metal, the same suit he had worn while he worked at the old Prison camp. But now it was imprinted with glowing runes, giving it a aura of strength and solidness.

One last journey. There was no Denying it, Iskander was old. He had 3 years, 4 maybe. He was getting frail in his age, but he hoped that some of his old strength still filled them. Just one more journey. One more fight. Those Paladins were going to have to try and keep up, Thought Iskander wryly. He was not going to trust his families safety to some young upstarts who thought they were all that.
………

“Come on, Come on!” The paladin barked, his voice showing his contempt for the young porter lugging around his weighty gear. “Just because one of the zombies managed to nab you does not mean you get the day off! We have people who need saving!” His armor was pristinely polished, which to any real fighter hoofing it through the badlands was a symbol of this ones vanity. The porter sighed and kept moving forward at his slow pace, favoring his right foot heavily over his left.
“Of for the love of Pelor, Are you really going to reduce me to using my god given might on such a little thing as a broken ankle? Your parents would be ashamed.”

The porter grumbled something about his master. The paladin turned sharply “What was that? Did I hear dissent? You would dare go against a divine servant?!” The porter hushed quickly, his face deep with lines of frustration.

The paladin started walking ahead, a smile on his face. Today, he decided, was going to be a good day. Ten more undead dispatched, and another town of fawning innocents thanking him for his assistance. Pelor was shining brightly above, no doubt, he thought, as a thank you for his servant’s wonderful job. No doubt he would find his way to Sibiu by the end of today, and would be back among his fellow worshipers by the day after that. The other paladins would no doubt be jealous, once again of his great accomplishments, and angry at the Devotion he showed to their god. But none of that affected Isaac. He would face their jealousy as he always did, with joy and more prayer to Pelor.

A light flashed in front of him, and a message whispered into his ear. “Lich activity at Darkhallow, House Treet requires assistance. Go with all haste, Backup arriving within a month. Hold but do not engage, high risk target.” Isaac leaped with joy at the sending. “Porter, Change direction, we are off to castle Darkhallow! A Real Lich! OH what a happy day!” The paladin skipped down the road towards Darkhallow, the opposite way they had been going. The porter just sighed once again, shouldered his burden, and walked after his master.

…….

Isaac and his porter arrived to the Treets Villa 10 days after receiving the message, and found a town on edge. Men skittered about, swords at the ready. Of the 13 man militia 5 were wounded, including Iskanders son Lapis. Isaac marched triumphantly into the Treet house, and when he reached Iskander flourished his hands “I am here now my good men! Pelors might shall destroy this lich!”


Iskander stared from the Paladin to the porter “yes, but where the rest?”
Isaac scoffed, he was not going to share credit with the other paladins, this was his first lich after all! He wanted this experience for himself. “Well….. You see sir, I am all the temple can spare. But fear not, my might is unmatched! I shall destroy this lich no questions asked!”
Iskander openly laughed, “You can’t be serious. This is not some ghouls or zombie. This is a Lich. And with a Death knight at his side. We haven’t got a chance right now.”
Isaac scrunched his eyebrows together “we?”

“You think I am willing to put all my faith in you? I am coming with you, and my two sons beside me, and with the way things are turning out I am bringing my three of my best fighters with them!”
Isaac almost spoke out against that, but Iskanders gaze was too cold. The paladin was for once at a loss of words.


Isaac did manage to convince them to set out that day for Darkhallow, without waiting for the reinforcements he knew they would not need. Iskander bickered, but he would not let the Paladin walk to his death alone. He told his wife what to do if they did not come back, and then set out to the castle on horseback, much to the Porters delight.

……..

Fluffy’s head was obscured by his heavy helmet, an odd commodity on a handless cat, but one that his master thought a necessity. He did not want to have to stare at his death knights disgusting face after all. Decay had come to much of Fluffy’s body, and what was left behind had hardened with the Cats transformation into Unlife. His claws were almost a foot long, and the blood clinging to their surface showed they had been heavily used these past 30 years. Now the cat waited by his masters side, the old lich staring intently into a scrying pool.

The Lich gave a skeletal grin his bony fingers scratching what little remained of its decaying hair “Ohh what a treat. All of the Treets males and a paladin beside them. Hah! The fools think that a little divine fire will kill me? I have walked this earth for 200 years! Seen its secrets, learned its Magicks. What do you think we should do with them Fluffy? Hhhmmm?”

The cat slowly nodded its helmeted head “Kill them.” It said slowly in a still feline voice. The cat stopped though, when it saw one of the men in the pool. He was old, and his armor looked quite familiar. The helmet cocked to the side, and there the cat remained fixed, Staring on and on.

The lich shook his head “Yes, we will kill them, but I think w can have more fun than that!” Again the grin, and the lich snapped its fingers, turning into a spitting image of one of the men in the glass. He Cackled and turned to the cat. “now for you my pet.” He snapped his fingers, changing the cat into another guard. The death knight sneered “Foolish you are. Kill them now, don’t toy.”
The lich grew angry, and a dark bolt flew to the newly polymorphed cat “YOU do not tell me what to do!” The lich mellowed quickly however “Now come. I want to have some fun with these fools.”

…………..
Blackjack was dead the next day. Iskander knew what that meant. 7 men alive, he had been through this before.

He commanded everyone’s attention “alright everyone…. Blackjack is dead. Orion, Balthazar? Remember my bedtime stories? We have to go through it again. The lich is probably among us, and we need to find him and kill him. We will all vote on who we think it must be, and the one with the most votes gets killed. So lets all get talking.”


Begin Day 1: It will end Thursday December 3rd, 8:30 PM EST


Living: 7/7
Centurion1
Death is yonder
Slashandburn
atheotes
CCRunner
CaptainBlackadder
Yaropolk



extra rules: Level system- as in all my other games there is the added Level system. To be short, the higher your level compared to your attackers then you may have a chance to live through a kill attempt.


This is going to be a short, Bloody game. Have fun

[Death is yonder]

Vote: slashandburn

By the power of... uhh... my aching back! I declare you to be the lich.

[CCRunner]

Why is everyone so quiet? I'll Vote: Yaropolk just to get the ball rolling.

[Centurion1]

and ill vote: ccrunner to keep the ball rolling

[atheotes]

i have heard the stories...
Vote: slashandburn to keep the ball rolling in the right direction

[Yaropolk]

Vote: CCRunner to tie it up

[slashandburn]

I am not the Lich and i'm not going to vote randomly.

[Centurion1]

unvote; vote: slashandburn

by process of elimination i have concluded if he is not the lich.... then he must be fluffy the deathknight!!!!!

[Yaropolk]

that's lame
unvote CCRunner vote: Centurion1

[Centurion1]

calm down its the first round. its not like im keeping my vote there.

unvote; vote: no lynch

after being lynched first round for small games in a row im not big on first round lynches either.

[Captain Blackadder]

vote atheotes

random vote

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Round over, write up started.

SlashandBurn has been lynched.

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Day 1: End


The day ended, and the votes were quickly Tallied by Iskander. His face grew long and he stated Monotonously “Balthazar……. You have the most votes.”

Balthazar Treet (SlashandBurn) Looked stunned. “What? But dad, you can’t kill me like this….. I am not the Lich or the cat! You can’t do that!”

Isaac interjected “Hah! That must be a confession! To arms you foul fiend, I shall smite you!” The Paladin started to leap forward, flourishing his sword in a overly complicated weave around his body. The Porter just sighed and put his face in his palm, honestly expecting no less by now. Orion swept his sword out, Parrying the Paladins thrust and locking his sword into the grown. “Calm down, We do not have to leap right to killing now do we?” Orion lifted one hand up “We can talk this through. I am sure my brother is innocent, and I am sure we can prove it. We just need time.”

Iskander smiled at Orion. “yes…. Perhaps we are moving a bit fast. Lets just sit down and think things through. Time is…….” Iskander turned to his left, and unsheathed his sword with one motion, “Undead. To arms everyone!” All seven men gathered their weapons And from their left swarmed a pack of Ghouls, their sharp pointed teeth yellowish green, and their tongues lolling to the side and dripping some kind of green liquid.

Isaac let out a joyous cry and rushed into the approaching throng. His sword swung in arcs, burning through Ghouls with its holy might. The other fighters shook their heads, What an idiot. He was going to be surrounded in moments. The porter sat by a tree, and Iskander was pretty sure he could hear him whispering “Come on, this time must be the one….. Trip, break your ankle, just mess up! Nine hells I want out of here.” But he had little time to ponder the disgruntled Porters message. The rest of the companions formed a diamond, with Iskander at its tip. They met the approaching ghouls with their swords out, Iskanders blue blade leaving trails of Icy mist in its wake. The Ghouls just could not cope with the assault. The Paladin kept charging forward, never allowing himself to stay in place long enough to be flanked, and the other men kept grinding forward, taking ghoul after ghouls down. But eventually the group was still forced back to the tree line, The porter face palming again and then taking out a wooden cane, which he used to futilely beat at the approaching ghouls.
Isaac went up beside his porter, and thrust his hand out “Quickly! A potion of Healing! Come on, Come on!”

The porter grumbled again, and put his hand into the huge backpack he carried around. He grabbed a handful of the tiny vials from one pocket and held them to the light. Bulls strength, Cats Grace, Bark skin, Neutralize Poison, Cure moderate wounds, and finally, one vial Drow sleep poison….. wait, Drow sleep poison? Where in the nine hells had that come from? Huh, must have been loot he forgot to sell at camp. Weird. A nasty thought went through the porters mind…… Heh. He could get that paladin knocked out and leave him here no questions asked. I mean, who deserved death more than the unfair unjust tyrant who lorded over him with a iron fist? Sure he went to the temple to help the paladins, BUT NOT HIM! For lords sake, there is a reason he got all the missions far into the badlands, that took him away from the temple for months at a time. Even the Grand Priest had contemplated killing him! The Grande Priest of Pelor, God of HEALING! No one would feel bad if this crazy psycho never left this place…… yeah…. That is what he was going too….


“Hurry up man!” Isaac grabbed a handful of the vials, taking out the stoppers and putting it down his throat in one motion. He belched loudly and yawned.

"YES!!!!” The Porter started edging towards the rest of the group, laughing manically and skipping with joy.

But Isaac went stiff as a board, and a foul smell filled the air. It did not effect the Porter much, but the undead started clawing at their noses, and fell backwards very quickly, leaving the entire group and retreating steadily to the south.

The Porter raised an eyebrow “What?!” He sniffed the air again, and then seemed to remember something. He pulled out another vial, this one holy water. “…….. Holy Farts?” There was no denying it, the holy water smelled similarly, although the stench in the air also smelled strangely of garlic and eggs……

The porter did not dwell on it too long. He walked over to Isaac and kicked him softly and the paladin groaned and sat up. Isaac shook his head fiercely, trying to awaken. He never noticed the tears streaming down the porters face. “Holy Farts…….. Pelor do you hate me so?”

Iskander waved a hand in front of his mouth “that….. was both the strangest and most effective spell I have ever seen. What was that good paladin?”


Isaac scratched his head “I am not really sure…. I just drank a bunch of these potions and it just happened….”


Iskander laughed “ahh, the good old days. GM must be using the old Potion mishap chart. You got the lucky 100. Random effect. Man that was useful.”


Isaac face palmed “Man, stay in character. I am trying to have a fun time here and you are just trashing the immersion.”


Iskander sighed “Fine.” He coughed and began again “it appears the potions had a random effect on you. Perhaps it is best not to drink too many at once.”


Isaac nodded “Indeed…. Wait, I feel like we are forgetting something….”


Iskander nodded “yeah…. What was it….”

“O’ for Baators sake!” A illusion appeared in the field, a giant liches skull. “Here let me make it easy for you.” The skull nodded to Balthazar “HE, Is supposed to be dead. Don’t worry I will help with that.” A dark bolt of lightning struck Balthazar, his final cry ending as a charred husk of flesh that was once his body stained the earth. “and now you guys should get moving before my ghouls’ come back…… Dear lord you are the slowest bunch of Heroes I have ever met….”

Iskander cried out and rushed to his dead son. “ How could you!”

The lich raised a eye socket “uhhhh….. It pretty easily actually when you had 100 years to perfect that specific spell.”

Orion rushed the skull sword out “he did not mean it like that you !” he went clean through the illusion, and the lich laughed.

“Whatever, I am going to get back to impersonating one of you. Have a good nights sleep!” The lich kept laughing as the skull disintegrated.


SlashandBurn is lynched.



Living: 6/7
Centurion1
Death is yonder
atheotes
CCRunner
CaptainBlackadder
Yaropolk


Lynched: 1/7
Slashandburn


Begin Night 1, It will end 9:00 EST Friday, December 4.

[Centurion1]

i hate first round lynches....

[atheotes]

Vote: Death is Yonder just a hunch

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

There is 1 hour left in the phase and I have not gotten even close to all the night orders I was expecting.

I will extend the round if I do not get the 2 key orders I am waiting on.

[Death is yonder]

Vote: Death is Yonder just a hunch

Nice try, but its night.

[atheotes]

oops... i confused the deadlines...i wanted to vote in the other game before i left and mistakenly thought this one was a day pahse ending soon.

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

*sigh* I have most of the orders. I will start the the writeup

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Night 1: End

Yondie the Porter stealthily crept up on his target, Code named Yaropolk for the purpose of tonight. He held the vial of Holy Water in his hand, and peered over a conveniently placed log to Yaropolks sleeping sack. He had left his back pack back at his sleeping area. And thank god, he could swear that the bag was so heavy it was actually moving his shoulders down his body….. The Porter sighed. Luckily this was his last mission. After this job he was getting the nine hells out of here. He was taking his pension and buying a house in the country. Then he was going to pick a wife. She wouldn’t have to be pretty, as long as she was willing to carry Yondies stuff around…. After this he was never going to carry anything ever again….. NEVER! He giggled at the thought and looked to Yaropolk again. He lifted the vial and readied his arm. Wooosh! The vial smashed into the sleeping sack, and Yaropolk sputtered awake and yelped in surprise. Yondie leapt from his hiding spot and screamed “AH HAH! LICH!!!”

Yaropolk grimaced “what the heck are you doing……?” Yondie stopped laughing in joy at finding the lich and got a actual look at Yaropolk.

“ooooohhhhh……” His skin was not smoldering or falling off, and he did not appear to be in pain, just angry. Yondie stuttered “uhhh I was you see….. Trying to find the lich and you were uhhh here…. And I thought hey Holy water against the lich, and then I threw it and thought the yelp was pain and then you stood up and here we are…..” Yondie smiled thinly “Sorry? First timers mistake?”


Yaropolked Facepalmed then sighed deeply “Alright, I guess its fine…. You whippersnappers with your silly ideas. If you had tried that 30 years ago I would have smashed your face in a wall and then drowned you in your own shattered skull chips.”
Yondie looked shocked “wait….. Really?”


Yaropolk laughed “NO not really! I am messing with you man, it was a fine idea. Go get some sleep. We have a lot of work in the morning. We can’t be sure when the ghouls will catch up to us, and we still need to reach Castle Darkhallow. “

Yondie relaxed, “ohh man thanks, I am really sorry about the holy water…..“

“Don’t worry about it!”

...............

Malshank the Lich watched the exchange with interest. “Oh fluffy this is simply Perfect! That foolish porter think he is going to find us! But now we shall find HIM!” Malshank laughed effeminately. By his side Fluffy sighed, his helmet shaking side to side slowly.

The cat looked upwards through his visor “You want me to kill him?” Malshank looked incredulous

“Well obviously. Did you not hear the maniacal laughter? Really fluffy, I dare say that the helmet is impairing your hearing.”

Fluffy hissed and said something in his native language

Malshank looked down sharply “what was that?” The cat fell silent “that is what I thought. Remember Fluffy, unlike this porter you are not simply a servant. You are my magical slave. You have NOTHING without me. So, go and kill the porter while I assist. And then get me my ghoul whistle, you know the one, it has the frills? Nevermind, I can probably get it myself. Just handle the Porter.”


Fluffy nodded and silently slid out of the Pocket dimension Malshank had created for their conversation. His helmet made not a sound now, Fluff having not lost his cat like reflexes or grace.


………

Yondie was almost back to his sleeping area when Fluffy made his move, stepping into the pale moonlight. His body did not look so bad in the minimum light, making him appears a deep black cat with foot long claws.

“You have to be kidding me. Fluffy…. It's Fluffy isn’t it?”

The cats voice emerged from the helmet “that is correct.”

“are…. Are you here to kill me?”

“Correct again.”

“then…. Why are you answering my questions?”

“Because frankly after thirty years under Malshank talking to anyone else is a blessing. Plus I sympathize with your plight.”

“wait you do?”

“yeah, we are pretty much in the same boat after all.”

“Are you still going to kill me on my last mission? That seems a bit cruel doesn’t it?”

“Of course, I have to. But hey, in the whatever heaven you end up you can say Retirony was your cause of death.”

“….. Dang”

The cat laughed and walked in, his claws making a clacking sound whenever they hit a rock. Yondie did not even bother running, Facing his fate with poise and dignity as the cat lunged in for the kill.


Death is Yonder has been Killed

...........

Isaac was heartbroken the next day. He cried over the Porters body for a good 50 seconds before regaining his composure. Iskandern tried to comfort him, but soon gave up after hearing Isaac say this:
“But…. Who’s is going to carry my stuff now?”


After breaking camp and forcing Isaac to carry his huge back pack, Iskander told everyone to move out “Another long days journey men, we need to get to Darkhallow soon. 2 people dead, we can not afford to lose any more. Another round of voting, we need to find this lich!”



Living: 5/7
Centurion1
atheotes
CCRunner
CaptainBlackadder
Yaropolk


Lynched: 1/7
Slashandburn


Dead: 1/7
Death is yonder



Begin Day 2: It will end December 6 Sunday, at 9:00 PM.

Stay active you lot I know it is difficult.