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Dungeons & Dragons Mafia

soc123_au

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Remember when mafia used to have updates?

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Apey

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Time to start refreshing Mis' profile to see that 'Viewing thread' tick over to 'Replying to thread'...
 

Misanthrope

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Night Two

Throgg was in mourning. His dear friend, Goldar, had met an untimely end at the hands of a horde of monsters the previous day and so, in true Orcish fashion, he was drinking himself into oblivion.

The others in his party were off about their business, leaving their fearless leader to his beer-swilling and occasional sobbing.

He was about to tap his fifth keg - this one a fine, fruity mead that the thief had liberated for him - when a vision of dark beauty shimmied and swayed her way into the room.

Her every curve was perfection; from the swell of her breasts to the supple give of her taut belly. Full, cherry lips and dark eyes, and a tumultuous waterfall of ebony hair atop it all.

The spread of her bat wings and the twitch of her tail should have been horrifying, but they only made her more alluring.

"Does the big, strong man need to work out his frustrations?" she purred.

Throgg certainly did, and despite his foul smell and generally unappealing appearance, he gave her what she needed.

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Tarek the Terrible was not in mourning for two reasons. Firstly, he didn't much like the foul-tempered dwarf to begin with. Secondly, and most importantly, he did not see death as something final. Not at all.

His skeletal companion, who Goldar had dubbed 'Bones', stalked beside him as proof of that.

While their leader drank himself into a stupor back in camp, he'd spent his evening haunting the dreams of a potential foe.

His nefarious work done, he was on his way home when the first arrow whistled by, missing his face by inches.

Moving as quickly as his aging frame could move, he ducked into what he hoped was cover as a second arrow struck his skeletal minion and sent it crumbling into dust and ash.

'Bones' is dead. He was Bones, Treasure Hunters Aligned Skeletal Hodor.

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With the element of surprise lost, Tarek's attacker darted back into the shadows.

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The werewolf stalked the halls looking for fresh meat, but instead happened upon a seemingly unguarded treasure chest.

With nothing better to do, he decided to have a playful swipe at it. With a roaring boom, it exploded with magical energy that hurled him out of the room. A lesser man might have been killed, but the wolf-thing managed to crawl to shelter to lick its wounds.

Gavin Tailor is not dead. He is Gavin Tailor, Independently Aligned Lycanthrope.

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The succubus left Throgg sleeping. A lesser woman might have struggled to walk after the vigorous pounding he'd given her, but pain was her thing. He'd proven to be a surprisingly pleasant night's work.

The beat of massive wings alerted her to the incoming attack, but there was little she could do as the mighty dragon belched fire onto her.

A lesser woman might have been burned to a crisp, but as I said, pain was her thing.

Elvira is not dead. She is Elvira, Dungeon Aligned Succubus.

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Jason Maher

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Rare to see such a bloodless night in a Mis game. Let's take advantage. Anyone have anything to declare?
 

HowHigh

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There are 13 players capable of killing in some way...doesn't exactly give us any targets to lynch though
 

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