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10/13/10(Wed)09:29 No.12428956>>12428947 We finally arrive. The moment of truth. The palace of the Mary-Sue who we had befriended earlier, the poor, misguided princess who we'd convinced that Drow were just fightan' the man. With our virtual army of prostitutes. Unsurprisingly, the town guard was out in force.
"Fuck thou police," 50 Copper said, earning a snicker from myself. Heedless, we decided, with two level one Drow bards, to charge forward, backed only by a swarm of dedicated hookers. The outcome, as you can guess, was fairly predictable.
The guards turned out to be about level twenty each, and there were roughly a dozen of them. Ludi'drizz't fell first, being taken to one HP above his negative bloodied in a single blow. Swathes of our loyal hoes were cut down with single blows. 50 Copper dived into the fray, his Heal skill getting me back up on six HP. Next round, he was killed in a single blow.
Now, the DM had a smug, shit-eating grin on his face. Like it was some great triumph, what he'd done. The rest of the players stared venom at him as the Princess (who, it turned out, actually hated Drow and had been toying with us from the get-go), arrived to ask if Ludi'drizz't had any last words.
Ludi'drizz't stared back at her, hand crossbow held gangsta-style as I picked up my dice. I rolled to hit, knowing only one number could help me here. |