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

**Captain Blackadder** · 12-02-2009, 10:47

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

**Cultured Drizzt fan** · 12-02-2009, 11:26

Originally Posted by Captain Blackadder

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** · 12-02-2009, 19:16

INS

**Cultured Drizzt fan** · 12-02-2009, 21:22

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

**Cultured Drizzt fan** · 12-03-2009, 01:53

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