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    41 KB Traitors Anonymous Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)14:46 No.6663011  
    So anyone else at one point or another betray their whole party?
    Or am I the only douche who has done this?
    pic related
    Shadowrun character I was playing for said game.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)14:47 No.6663028
    lol, Woody Allen reference.

    Yes, my group has a chronic traitor. He got away with that shit once. Now we usually catch him before he gets away with it, kill him, and make him roll up a new character.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)14:50 No.6663038
    sounds like a fun group!
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)14:53 No.6663056
    Not me, but one of the other players in a GURPS campaign played like a Jaffar type power-behind-the-throne-schemer, but he did a terrible job at it and we found him out and locked him up.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:03 No.6663122
    Funny thing.

    I once played a pixie. I spent all my time engaged in tasks I slipped to the DM written on pieces of paper so the party didn't know. They assumed I targeted them for something always looking for the poison in their food or the things missing from their packs.

    Things they never found. However after each session the DM would carefully add things to their packs that I'd slipped in there. Remember this because it is important.

    I quietly amassed a sizeable horse of magical items of a seemingly useless nature. A belt that enabled me to shapeshift into something of medium size (the party thought it might be helpful in combat but I never used it). A box that would create a full illusion in a certain radius masking what was really happening (all senses fooled). Assorted wands with mind control spells on them. And a poisoned glove that would kill anyone who shook hands with me. Among other things.

    Then one day while my party was at an inn the city guards burst in and arrested them all (except me obviously). The local watch had discovered that this band of adventurers had been stealing from the local King after a lengthy investigation. They found the stolen goods in their packs and congratulated me on a job well done (I had used a mind control spell on the head of the local watch so that he made me an investigator a while back).

    As my reward I was given an audience with the King so he could congratulate me.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:03 No.6663130
    My Shadowrun group does this regularly. It's actually almost the point of the game. People expect it.

    First was the elf face who got punched out of a moving van for trying to pull a fast one and sell off the extraction target to his favorite corp instead of Johnson, and convince the party it was Johnson after all. He was already pretty much in bed with Ares, and they wanted the target, so he actually ended up joining up with Ares as a corporate asset, after calling the cops on everyone. Now one of the PCs is chasing him down all the way to an Ares military base in the hills of Laos for revenge.

    More currently, we've got the undercover FBI agent who's working with the Knights of the Red Branch to manipulate the KRB into attacking foreign Tir-tied targets instead of domestic elves. She's taking exception to our trigger happy Islamist gunslinger, and feeding intel on her to the Feds.

    We've also got an Emergence-related schism going, between the anti-technomancers dominating the group, like the Islamist, and our shaman, who sees them as akin to persecuted Awakened sixty years ago. And she's an elf, so the Islamist and the Fed hate her because of that, too.

    Shit's gotten complicated. But no one trusts anyone at this point. Johnson doesn't even have to betray them, I just have to send a better offer from a third party to the right team member at the right time and I can count on this group tearing itself apart. Tlaloc's Pox is going to be so cash.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:05 No.6663141

    Then I dropped the cube to make an illusion of me floating while the king rambled on about how great I was for saving the royal jewels, etc. With the illusion in place fooling everyone else I got him to shake my hand thus killing him.

    Doffed my shapeshifting hat, stuffed his corpse in my bag of holding, sat on the throne and let the illusion in the cube end the kings speech and have my illusionary self fly away to do the kings bidding. With the real me now assuming the identity of the king. Even fucked his hot wife AND daughter using mind control.

    Just. As. Planned.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:09 No.6663162
    Only once.

    I was playign with 3 other people who thought 'evbil is kewl' and 'I r chaotic stupid!' was fun.

    So I played a nerutral Evil Bard, which they said was laughable and useless.

    I got the Wizard convicted of necromancy, arrested, and put to death; convinced the townsfolk the fighter was a rapist and that he was goign to kill the mayor and got said fighter lynched, and revealed the cleric to be a heretic of his own EVIL faith and got him executed.

    They couldn't figure out why my songs were not helping them win battles either. Might have had something to do with he fact that I was a harbinger bard and when they told me to help them with my songs or else under threat of death....well, Harbingers only use debuffing songs. They asked for it.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:10 No.6663176

    You sucked the DM's cock?
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:11 No.6663180
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:12 No.6663186
    I thought it was a shapeshifting belt
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:17 No.6663238
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    i once was in a party where they treated me badly. they constantly made comments about killing me if i touched the loot. they would always demand i empty out all my pouches, just because they knew i was rogue. perhaps it was my shadowed face, maybe my wolfish green eyes. i dont know. at one point they cut me with a silver knight thinking i was a lycanthrop because of my eyes.

    they were going to kill me till i pointed out that a knife that cuts cuts anyone.

    eventually i killed them all in their sleep. one at a time that night. i dont know what possessed them to think they could treat me that way and then put me on watch and drift slowly to sleep.

    if its any consolation, they never felt a thing.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:19 No.6663254
    English mother fucker, do you speak it?
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:20 No.6663272

    Nope no cock sucking. I just did it all slowly and never let the DM in on my plan. He was as shocked as the players but couldn't find anything outside overt DM meddling to stop me.


    Yeah belt. I had a hat that did disguises I kept getting them mixed up. I used the belt for that
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:20 No.6663273
    they probably thought you were a furry because you gave yourself "wolfish eyes"
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    I didn't have a problem reading his post. but here
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:21 No.6663278

    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:22 No.6663286

    thats stupid. im not the least but furry, i dont know where they would have gotten that idea. petty i suppose, but they are all dead now, and their precious loot they loved so dearly was shared with my next batch of friends.

    these friends treated me much better.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:24 No.6663300
    OP Here

    When I was introduced to the party on their 3rd game I was the Street Samurai of the group.....yeah me the skinny paranoid little turd burglar a Street Samurai. Makes sense huh?

    But they bought it anyways. Before the game even started the DM pulled me to another room where he told me what my real job was gonna be. Orignally I wanted to play the FACE type character and I got to. 2 games earlier the group was hired for a hit which ended in the killing of a high up made man situation. I was hired to tail the group they believed did this job or find out who did this through them.

    Around the 6th game I was able to pull away one of the runners to a public place. There I got him to inform me the new guy bout what kind of exploits they did. I sent the DM a text, "Setting Cyber Eyes to Record"
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:24 No.6663309
    hell yeah.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:27 No.6663324
    My current scenario gave one of the PCs the option, and they seem to be going with it.

    Which means I get to design an unwinnable encounter soon.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:28 No.6663333
    The kid went on and on about how he killed him.......the DM though made me do some side rolls to make sure I could keep face. After it was all said and done everyone else ended the game, I sent the video to my client. I received only one txt message.

    "Don't get into the red van."
    The Groups driver had a red van........

    pay collected
    Next Job
    >> Lanternthief 11/11/09(Wed)15:29 No.6663340
    Playing a 4E game currently--our party got betrayed a couple of sessions ago.

    D, one of our players, had retired his previous character temporarily, so he rolled a new one. Tiefling Avenger/Swordmage. He was a vampire hunter. We met him just outside a mountain range we had to pass through to go find our Bloodlord (vampire) and destroy him.

    Our rogue falls for him after he flirts and teaches her how to dance. He prays with our cleric every sunrise to Pelor. He parties with our druid (free-spirit type) and drink with her at a dwarven festival.

    The only one who doesn't like him is my character, a snotty little wizard.

    We spend what seems like eternity is a Silent Hill-esque castle, hunted and tortured (my wizard got his finger bitten off by a werewolf bugbear), having only each other to rely on. In one of our darkest hours, he bandages our druid's wounds. He joins hands and prays to Pelor when our cleric cannot think of the words to offer. He comforts our rogue when she's upset (druid is her best friend). My wizard sits in the corner, moping.

    We finally encounter our Bloodlord, weapons drawn.

    "You've done well, Agmemnos," the Bloodlord says, smiling.
    "According to your will, sire," says our Tiefling, turning and attacking us.

    Everyone is shocked, except the wizard, who roars and laughs, somewhat insane from having been beaten and bruised and losing a finger in the nightmare of the Bloodlord's Keep. He slays the Tiefling and rips off one of his horns: repayment for a lost finger.

    The turn-around and betrayal was the most awesome thing because NONE of us expected, in-game or out. I had to jump up and give the player and DM high fives for orchestrating it so well. Everyone else was just PISSED.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:34 No.6663374
    My second coup against our DM was another characters ascension to Lichdom. Took a year but it was worth the looks on their faces.

    He was a wizard who obviously needed lots of reagents for his spells and potions, etc. So I took to writing lists for the stuff along with a tallied cost to the DM. At first he checked them thoroughly but after the second month he gave up on this as the lists were getting very big as I made lots of stuff by that point and cast some annoying spells in terms of ingredients and just for lulz I had a habit of adding random crap into the list then using it for various silly things.

    Not long after he stopped checking I began gathering ingredients for a Lich's draught and a phylactery along with everything else I needed for the ritual. Slowly. Piecemeal. Bits and pieces at a time. By the end of the campaign I was in position with a tower warded up to shield me while I did it because the DM was not going to let me do it (he hated liches).

    The look on his face when I said "oh by the way that last making shit dice roll last week? Yeah that was for a lich's draught and now I'm gonna become a lich." oh it was priceless.

    So instead of this dungeon he'd prepared the other PCs stormed my tower with some very lousy plot hook cooked up on the spot by the DM. Fortunately all my traps, minions, golems, etc kept my comrades at bay while I performed and completed the ritual.

    By this point the DM was howling with fury and brought out one of the major NPCs of the campaign, who blasted his way into my tower with intent to kill me.

    It continues
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:36 No.6663382
    >The turn-around and betrayal was the most awesome thing because NONE of us expected, in-game or out. I had to jump up and give the player and DM high fives for orchestrating it so well. Everyone else was just PISSED.

    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:39 No.6663406
    proven storytelling method.

    The best back stabs are from the ones the players trusted the most.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:40 No.6663407
    Wow, your group fucking sucks. You DIDN'T EXPECT A TIEFLING TO BETRAY YOU?

    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:40 No.6663410

    This big ass main character (who rode a dragon and was a Dragonborn or something like that as I recall) came down and got ready to smite me. I asked him if he would at least be civil about it and shake my hand before our epic duel. Our DM was obviously not thinking straight at this point because he went along with it.

    Lich's innate death touch. He failed his roll. He died. The dragon he rode was bound to him or some such shit through his armour. With him dead it disappeared (fortunately. I didn't have much of a countermeasure for him).

    The rest of the players charged into my ritual chamber. I turned and said: "Just. As. Planned." and triggered a volcanic eruption (my tower had been built on top of a volcano for just this reason by the way. The DM assumed I wanted to just go with the evil villain aesthetic). My body was destroyed and the other PCs all died. But my phylactery was safely taken away beforehand by my familiar meaning I would reform around it.

    Yep fucking awesome that one. Lost everything but victory tasted so sweet.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:42 No.6663419

    The problem is my DM and the other players all know I'm going to do something which involves great epic evil and/or killing them all.

    Out of the entire group I'm the only one who will play an evil character (Our DM is just a fucking moralfag...)

    So I make myself indispensable. Every time they need my character despite the player behind the character having a scheme. They look for the threads but find nothing or deliberate misinformation. Fucking fun
    >> 40Kfag from /m/ !!t8iiyj3DIqR 11/11/09(Wed)15:43 No.6663429
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    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:43 No.6663432
    In a 7th Sea game I was an undercover member of the setting's version of the Knights Templar. The rest of the party were members of the Explorer's Society that were all about exploring ancient ruins. My job was to watch them and insure that nothing "dangerous" was taken from ruins. Most of the time I just made sure the Inquisition knew when to search our ship for contraband. Eventually we found a potentially world shattering McGuffin. I intentionally set off a booby trap sealing myself in the artifact's chamber. While the party set to breaking me out I used my other big secret, I had the shapeshifting sorcery, to transform into a rat and escape with the McGuffin. By the time they got in I had snuck aboard the party' ship as a rat and hid the McGuffin aboard the ship. The party eventually headed back to civilization and I managed to deliver the McGuffin to the Church were it disappeared into the secret vaults. I then retired the PC and rolled a new character.

    The best part was a bit later when GM had the PCs run into Dmitri and a combat broke out. The GM just handed me an updated character sheet and I was the Villain for the session. The looks on the rest of the player's faces were great when they realized that I was the one that kept the Inquisition on their tail the whole time. I managed to escape to fight another day, causing FFFFFFFs at the table, but everyone thought my bastardy ways made for an awesome story.
    >> Lanternthief 11/11/09(Wed)15:43 No.6663435

    Tieflings in 4E canon aren't HALF-DEMONS, bro.

    It's the first time a betrayal's happened in the group. Mostly because no one in the group is a big fucking dick who is chaotic stupid/selfish/greedy. My group is pretty great. I'm sorry you seem so jealous.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:47 No.6663464

    Its my thing in our group. Inevitable betrayal/epic evil.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:47 No.6663467
    Hahaha that's awesome. I can't do that because I already always betray my group though.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:49 No.6663475

    That is awesome. Incredibly so.
    >> Lanternthief 11/11/09(Wed)15:50 No.6663483

    This story.

    I enjoyed it.

    Anymore, boss?
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:50 No.6663486


    You're the kind of people who get stuck at a basic puzzle for 3 days until the DM just opens the door for you, aren't you?
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:50 No.6663487
    Only in one campaign. But within that campaign I did it over and over and over.

    I was a Chaotic Neutral Kobold rogue. My justification traveling with the party was that it suited my needs as I needed them for protection and they needed me as the skillmonkey (was the only rogue). Basically I really got into character. I generally just played him not giving a shit about the party, and in fact whenever someone died I looted their body. Once a group of bandits attacked, and I immediately auctioned my loyalty to the highest bidder. The bandits offered two copper pieces, the party offered none in their confusion. So I joined the bandits. Midway through the battle the bandits were losing so I started literally backstabbing them and afterward claimed to the party that it was all a plan of mine (fuck yes 14 ranks in bluff). I essentially did that kind of shit constantly and eventually when I finally died I couldnt be resurrected because my scheming had earlier killed the cleric who rolled a barbarian as his replacement character. I died with the satisfaction of having at least looted the cleric after he was killed.
    >> Lanternthief 11/11/09(Wed)15:52 No.6663501

    Actually, there's a funny story about that.

    It involves a top...
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:53 No.6663508
    Do tell.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)15:56 No.6663529


    This was my last one as I left that group not long after. This was a new DM.

    She/he was disturbing to say the least. A furry transsexual who was just a disturbing person outright. Halfway through the campaign she went to Thailand for her op....

    Anyways she knew about my habit of betrayal and epic evil. She liked evil and such but didn't like people who deviated from her carefully written story lines. Now our group had a rule: "No overt DM interference." its the one I relied on to accomplish my schemes.

    I started out as another necromancer and we had some fun times until we died and went to this hell plain despite most of the party being virtuous. Turns out she was just looking to corrupt the party. And in most cases she succeeded.

    She turned our paladin into a Blackguard. Our other wizard into a warlock and changed the clerics alignment and god to some random demon. Our bard into a slave. Our rogue sold his soul for skills and our barbarian ended up just being something like a Khorne berserker.

    However she had obviously accounted for me. While everyone else ended up shafted pretty much she turned me into a furry demon which I was pissed at.

    This is continued...
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)15:59 No.6663550
    Once, But everyone knew it was going to happen as the party was to big and the DM had said he was going to split the group into evil and non-evil halves. My gnome thief/cleric assassin killed everyone that wanted to re roll evil and robbed most of the good guys gold before riding off into the night
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:01 No.6663568
    >for her op
    so wait is this a woman becoming a man or other way?

    Just asking so its out of the way
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:01 No.6663572

    So yeah I was a demon. A fucking furry but a demon. which in her little hellverse gave me certain powers and access. I could use faith to make myself stronger but she made it so that the only thing I could become a demon god thing of was deviant sexual behaviour.

    The more my followers engaged in deviant sexual behaviour or people knew of me and engaged in it then the more powerful I became. She was laughing about this but by this point gears were turning in the old noggin. I had a scheme but I kept up the guise of being angry with her and hating it for a while.

    I then purchased a donkey and had some stocks made in a ramshackle temple I'd gotten hold of and dedicated to myself. I then put the donkey in the stocks with a sign saying "help yourself" with a donations bowl next to it as well.

    Naturally in this hellverse many couldn't resist and fucked the poor donkey senseless. Some left donations. Eventually some people became followers of my faith but unsurprisingly the supply of donkey's suddenly dried up (Overt DM interference...)

    Next post...
    >> Infested Trap 11/11/09(Wed)16:02 No.6663576
    >A furry transsexual who was just a disturbing person outright.

    sounds like someone I know, was she a horse furry?

    sounds like she's MtF
    >> Lanternthief 11/11/09(Wed)16:02 No.6663583

    Now, I wasn't actually in the group when this occurred, but I've heard my friends tell it countless times: it involves a top, and a fat kid named Jacob.

    It was about three or four months ago (I joined the group two months ago). The group was playing at F's house which is in Bumfuck, Woodlands, USA. At least an hour from any real city. F's parents own like forty acres of woods with walking trails everywhere.

    So the group is playing D&D that night. Jacob is playing a Warlord. The party enters a room that is essentially nothing but traps. In the room, there is a giant, stone top, spinning about. Any time a creature starts its turn adjacent to this top, they take damage. The top, to Warlord Jacob, is important. He must destroy it.

    In reality, the top ain't shit. The party is getting massacred by traps without their Leader their to help them out.
    "Shit," says the DM, "the top spins out of the room." You know, in effort to make Jacob realize that it ISN'T IMPORTANT.

    He gives chase.

    The rest of the party is killed.

    The group jokes the rest of the night about the top and Jacob fucking them over. No harm intended.

    They go to bed. They wake up the next morning, 9AM. Jacob is gone. His stuff remains at the house (computer, books, etc.).

    "He must be out for a walk," they agree, over breakfast.

    11AM. Jacob has not returned. The group becomes worried. Begin search and rescue mission--two hours searching the woods for a fat kid named Jacob.

    Two hours, as said, passes. They get a call from F's sister's friend: she found Jacob.
    "Where?" the group asks.
    "Ten miles towards the nearest city."

    They pick Jacob up. Everyone goes back home, dropping Jacob off at his house as they do.

    Jacob since quit the group and became a Sunday School teacher.

    All because of a top.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:05 No.6663600
    Your party got betrayed the moment you started with 4e.
    >> Nephanim 11/11/09(Wed)16:06 No.6663604
    Planning on it in the DH game we're running right now. My character's one of two Psykers and the main healer, specced into biomancy, has like, thirty something insanity but also has a 59 Willpower, so noone has had reason to catch on that he's batshit crazy. It's actually kind on in conjunction with the DM. The guy is going to basically get the opportunity to run off to the Eldar in the next attack, The DM doesn't know that I'm planning to essentially fuck over the Eldar unit as well and make a run for it.

    In all likelihood, he will die in a blaze of something, hopefully glory. That's always the case in DH, so I'll at least make it fun.
    >> G. D. 11/11/09(Wed)16:06 No.6663605
    Ugh. This reminds me of a thread I posted in yesterday...

    ...yeah, I played an amnesiac character once upon a time. It was a mistake to let my DM "re-reveal my character's memories" to me... he ended up turning me into the BBEG. It was fun when I managed to kill the party's cleric and nearly killed the fighter soon after, but in the end I bit it.

    Fun as it was, I'm never doing that again.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:06 No.6663606
    lol and wut, but not lolwut.
    >> Lanternthief 11/11/09(Wed)16:06 No.6663607
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    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:06 No.6663609

    Man becoming a woman.


    Anyways I had these followers and one horrifically abused donkey but my name was out and I was gaining power. So I got more stocks and put my followers in the stocks AND got them to pay me for this "honour".

    Now the DM at first went "Thats not deviant!" followed by a response of "Public use is a deviant sexual fetish."

    Because people left many tips and I lavished upon my followers with gifts I was quickly able to open more temples while me and my party went along on this rather dull adventure she'd cooked up. The other players didn't play evil characters very well. The barbarian was well done but very simple so no problem playing him I guess. But the rest were so one dimensional since turning evil.

    These extra temples both increased my power and wealth until I was a major player in this hellverse in a short time despite the DM's best efforts (including an STD that infected my people but that was solved by stealing a virtuous clerics soul off another demon and having it use cure disease on all my people often)
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:07 No.6663614
    I guess you could saying destroying it was his TOP priority?
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:08 No.6663621
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    >> Infested Trap 11/11/09(Wed)16:08 No.6663622
    He certainly didn't come out on TOP did he?
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    >> Lanternthief 11/11/09(Wed)16:10 No.6663643

    If you weren't such a mastermind I would have wept for you.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:12 No.6663657

    Dunno sorry. She was just a general furry.


    As I became powerful I had inevitable plots against me from the other demon lords but I was naturally prepared beforehand when she hadn't thought anything of me buying certain objects. Including some magic slave collars (intended for sex slaves) I used to make spies for myself in each foes retinue.

    This is the bit that amused me the most though. She never put limits on these collars and loved to parade the most noble and pure sorts about in these collars either as property of demons or in brothels. So epic level paladins and metallic dragons all had these on in this hellverse.

    Well if it works on an epic level paladin it'll work on a demon lord no?

    Turns out they did. The DM sputtered and whined but the rest of the players agreed that they would work as she never set a limit on them. But she did anyways.

    She said they'd work for so many days but they could resist suicidal commands or commands to surrender to me. Oh and if anyone found out I'd be killed by the followers of these demon lords.

    Ok I thought that'll work. These guys all usually hated each other anyways so I got them all to fight each other. Nothing out of the ordinary for them, but this time they really got into it.

    Devastated their armies and temples with this fighting. Kept on fighting and fighting. Then the suicide bombers popped up.

    To be continued....
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:13 No.6663660
    Speaking of betrayals, what happened to the greatest heist ever?

    You know the one with the vampire ex-paladin and the five macguffins which everyone betrayed each other for and OP gotten just about every one of them switching everyone elses for fakes.

    The only macguffin left was the vampires evil intelligent sword or something. Two threads are archived but there doesn't seem to be a third.
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    Hey everyone my name is Lando Calrissian....and I betray my best friends.
    >> Infested Trap 11/11/09(Wed)16:17 No.6663691
    probably someone else then, there are unfortunately quite a few trans people who are furries

    entertaining stuff though, I can easily see this happening with the last group I was in
    >> / !/////m/ShI 11/11/09(Wed)16:18 No.6663704
    You're playing Vampire: the Masquerade wrong if you haven't ever done this.

    Nothing better than becoming a badass Sabbat spy when everyone in the Camarilla thinks you're a worthless cripple. And getting sweet, sweet revenge.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:23 No.6663735

    I still turned it keep reading.


    The suicide bombers were my favourite ploy. You see the demon lords could resist suicidal orders to themselves. But not orders that are suicide to others.

    So I got them to get their followers to suicide bomb the other demon lords temples. Fucking epic stuff.

    By the end of it a few in game weeks pass with us mostly running around on errands for the various demon lords with the other PCs unaware of my schemes IC but they were OOC but they had no idea of where they were headed.

    The days eventually were up. The collars disintegrated with the demon lords fully aware of everything I had done. They got together ready to stomp me.

    But you see in times of strife, chaos and destruction. All any being wants to do is fuck and well public use snicker snicker. I'd also in an odd burst of civic duty rebuilt many of the temples (and rededicated them to myself of course and installed stocks for my followers).

    So by this point my actual demon lordy power far outstripped their own. As well as the number of followers and allies I possessed.

    The coup though was that each demon lord held claim to a member of the player party. So they all commanded their minion to slay me. They ignored these orders. Oh how I loved those collars. I then told each of them to kill the demon who had laid claim to them thus freeing them and "redeeming" them. Lots of character alignment swaps that day.

    After the epic battle that was it.

    I had won.

    I had undone the DM's scheme to corrupt the players. I had taken control of this hellverse, named myself demon god of all aspects and solidified my rule through the same velvet glove tactics that ensured my rapid rise.

    The DM was fuming. The players were cheering and the old DM was actually nice to me for the first time ever.

    It was an epic day. I almost forgot to say my line.

    Yep...Just. As. Planned.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:23 No.6663740

    That was my last epic one with that group.

    There was another one. Want to hear it?
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:24 No.6663744

    Not another one with that group I mean. This was with another group playing a Space Age Victorian game.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:26 No.6663761
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:27 No.6663771
    Sure so far this thread is goin places
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:27 No.6663774

    Of course we want to fucking hear it.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:28 No.6663780
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    The little meerkat with the heart floating next to his head.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:28 No.6663783
    good on you for ruining some furfag's campaign when he tried to force his fucking fetishes on you.
    >> Gnollbard !aDIap4MeRg 11/11/09(Wed)16:31 No.6663800
    That's fucking disturbing, and I'm not sure why.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:32 No.6663812
    Cool fake-ass stories bro!
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:33 No.6663817
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    Have one more.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:33 No.6663823
    I wouldn't call it being a traitor to the WHOLE party but one of my characters is running the show. Basically he's the only one in the party whose survival is not at all necessary for some big shiny prophecy mcguffen thing and the only one who's never picked a fight with anyone else.

    But he's been working bit by bit to learn everyone's weaknesses. He's not the kind to put up with bullshit and a few of them are going to die for it. A few will live assuming they don't stand against this plan.

    I happen to have an idea to kill our avenger by simply handing him a key.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:35 No.6663840
    It's disturbing, because you know vore is a fetish.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:35 No.6663842
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    >this thread
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:36 No.6663852
    Ok this space age victorian game had us as the crew of a pirate ship that plied the route between mars and earth.

    I was the captain (barely) with the rest of my crew being a combination of ambivalent and downright hostile.

    Now just one thing. My character was a woman cross dressing as a man and pretending to be a man. Remember this it is important as nobody knew except the DM.

    We found out there was a rather hefty bounty out from a European country for this fellow who had murdered the kings son or some such drivel. However news of his capture was being ferried on the same ship he was being transported on which meant if we took him off that ship then we could beat them to earth and get the bounty ourselves as our ship was insanely fast.

    So it was decided. We went to mars where he was still in prison waiting to be transferred to the ship. My crew were dubious as to how to pull this off but some quick research yielded useful results. The crew of this ship which was taking him back to earth frequented a certain bar.

    So grabbing a few special drinks I ran off into town leaving my crew in the dust. Putting on a good harlot dress I seduced the twelve man strong crew of this ship and drugged them. Leaving them tied up in a cellar and taking their ship keys, ID and uniforms.

    A bit of clever forgery made the ID work for us along with the uniforms and ship got us into the police compound where we picked up "our" prisoner. When we transferred him to our real ship later on he realised what was happened and struck a deal with us.

    To be continued.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:38 No.6663867
    Actually it's because that is totally what a vorephile (like myself) would do. I wouldn't want to be eaten because I'd die, but I'd enjoy watching other people get eaten. Most especially if they are not willing. The greater the terrified horror of the victims the harder my penis.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:41 No.6663890
    It was actually more that the rest of the party decided to turn against their old lords (who were dicks) and this one guy decided to stay loyal.

    He was also a magister (which is easily twice as good as any other AE class past level 5) and had the group's NPC henchment on his side, so he made a pretty impressive stand against the entire party.

    It was totally plot-legitimized and completely awesome.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)16:44 No.6663912
    Ohh, I'll also need a chick. But since my character's wife is damn popular I'm pretty sure I can get her help with one of her friends. Then I just need to get the dragonborn chick to look like a human, easy enough illusion. Now, this chick needs to have a taste for the expensive stuff. Simple enough.

    Now, the Avenger is pretty damn poor and greedy as the rest of the party with the exception of my character. And it's been made quite clear that he's absolutely rolling in the gold, it's just in a bank back home. He has no intention of going back for it either, something else they all know.

    Well, all I have to do is offer to help him out. I can throw in some bullshit thing like telling him to use some of the gold to placate the rogue he pissed off. Hand him the key to the safety deposit box and let him be on his way to my home to pick up as much of my fortune as he can carry.

    Two things should be noted.
    1. My character is named Obed Marsh III
    2. No force within rational comprehension could force him to go back home to collect that gold... strange, whitish gold
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:44 No.6663919

    The deal he struck was as follows. We help him make off with the contents of a massive ship and he'd give us the lions share. So long as we agree to let him go of course. The potential score far outstripped his bounty so we agreed.

    He had everything we needed to make a plan so we went for a simple one. We pretended to be police making spot inspections for smugglers.

    The captain of the ship was livid and didn't like us but our fake ID and uniforms were enough to get us onboard despite his protests.

    Once onboard I got chatty with the captain who came to regard me as a "gentleman of good breeding" obviously thinking me above the common rabble who served under me. Rather apologetic for his earlier behaviour. Meanwhile my "common rabble" ran around the ship making preparations and putting my scheme into action. When I got the signal off my crew that the plan was in place I said to the captain

    "Oh bally I've gone and forgotten some of the paperwork I'll return momentarily."

    So I sodded off back to my ship with my crew. Inside were waiting some gas masks.

    To be continued.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:50 No.6663962

    once we were ready a strong knock out gas flooded the other ship. Once everyone was fully dosed we locked them all in one of the rooms and got to work cracking the ships gigantic safe. Inside we found more safes and got to work on those along with some riches which I said for now leave.

    As our friend cracked the last safe he went inside and found a cage with two people in it who it turned out he knew. Once he said "Hey I finally found you guys now we can get out of here" these were big burly tough guys by the way. Fighters unlike my crew.

    So I thought "ahahahaha nice try", shut and locked the safe door leaving him in there. My crew unaware.

    Now this was a very big ship and as such had landing craft. Some of them very big themselves. One as big as our ship. So I started scheming on that front.

    For a while things went well and we decided to sell the ship as well as the crew. Plotted a course to a Martian ship merchant of questionable moral fibre and set off.

    To be continued.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)16:57 No.6664022

    One of my crewman figured out what had happened to the criminal we had sided with. He didn't like me so he decided to turn on me and use these toughs to his ends.

    Clever. Or so he thought.

    He busted them out of the safe eventually and prepared to storm the bridge. He didn't notice though that there was a warning light on the bridge for each safe indicating if it was open.

    I saw him coming and escaped into the ventilation on the ship. They spent ages trying to figure out where I'd gone. Even got the ships former crew on their side with promises of freedom instead of slavery.

    In order to confuse them a little I decided to play the trump card I'd hidden in the gas bombs. Actual gunpowder bombs triggered by a remote. Expensive but worth it as they began to assume I had explosives and planned to cripple the ship then escape on my ship.

    Oh no. Not at all. They closed the vault to keep me away from the treasure resolving that I might try to go for it (none of them knew much about the ships ventilation layout or how big it was. They never asked unlike me who had a detailed diagram of it). Our criminal friend had the intel but he was a dumbass.

    To be continued.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)17:03 No.6664075

    But yes I could get into the vault. And did. My characters good upbringing helping him identify the objects of value that could be easily carried and he began to transfer them to one of the landing craft while at the same time sabotaging the rest so they looked like they were under maintenance work when we arrived.

    Taking many small but very valuable objects that still far outstripped the bounty and leaving enough behind to fool my former comrades into thinking everything was still there I then enacted the final phase of my plan.

    I knew my former friend who had orchestrated this betrayal regarded himself as a gentlemen of class despite being a mudblood. So he generally acted in a "noble" fashion in some regards.

    The vault had some very pretty dresses in it. Sneaking into the captains cabin, donning the dress was followed by making myself look feminine and pretty while waiting.

    Then began my oscar winning performance as a young french woman from a wealthy family who was far from home and down on her luck.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)17:15 No.6664196

    I wandered the ship until I found the site of an earlier explosion that I had arranged to kill the captain in a lovely spectacle of gore. Then. I screamed. Loudly and very effeminately.

    This brought everyone running to see this woman in a very pretty dress who fainted just as they reached her.

    When I decided to stop pretending to be unconcious I played a masterful performance as a French woman who had come to Mars seeking adventure and found only sorry. Being forced to agree to the captains lustful advances in exchange for passage home to France. Many tears were shed and even the toughs were moved by my story. The remaining crew were mostly ignorant of this but said it wouldn't be surprising if the captain "brought some tail for the journey" considering it would take their ship almost two months to get to Earth.

    Thus everyone was fooled. I was doted upon by those who sought to kill me. In a perfect position to strike yes thank you but no.

    The last of my explosives were detonated while no one was looking the device hidden in the folds of my dress. The crew and my former crew were getting panicky and my former comrade who had led this mutiny said that the ships original crew should get into a landing craft and leave immediately while he and "his crew" escaped in "his ship" with their loot. If they resisted blah blah murder, etc. By this point I had "attached" myself to the ships navigator who was from a more well to do family and thus a respectable choice for a woman such as myself it also put away the question of me leaving with my old crew.

    So they marched us all down to the hangar and found all but one ship in disrepair and said fuck it get on it. They then cast us off.

    To be continued.
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)17:23 No.6664271

    Shortly after our journey on this new ship people commented on an odd smell. Even more questions were raised when I went into the toilet and didn't emerge until everyone was falling over. Fortunately those dresses could hide a gasmask too.

    Then with an unconcious group of dopes and a hold full of treasure I prepared my final act of revenge. You see the docking airlock on this big ship was poorly designed. If the smaller ship was torn off the docking ring then the atmosphere in most of the corridors would vent. And if any of the doors in the ship weren't sealed then the atmo in those rooms would vent too. These dopes didn't close many doors.

    I rammed my old ship with my new one and laughed when I saw one of my former crew go flying out into space. The ship began to drift (obviously the pilot had died when the atmo vented) towards the planet at the wrong angle and by the time I was getting ready to enter the atmosphere myself and land it was already beginning to burn up.

    I landed on a mesa with a hold full of treasure and tied up sailors in a very expensive dress made of martian silk and a gas mask. Watching from the cliff edge as this gigantic transport ship slowly crashed on the planet and exploded.

    The DM was stunned as he had heard of my Machiavellian scheming but had never experienced it and the players were a combination of shocked and congratulating me.

    Just. As. Planned.

    I ended up selling the sailors for a tidy profit and retired off that haul living a fun decadent and obscenely wealth life on Mars.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)17:25 No.6664303

    Someone sure is cranky.

    What a douche.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)17:38 No.6664449
    Archiving thread 6663011
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    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)17:47 No.6664556

    Woo my schemes got archived
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)19:40 No.6665699
    bump for epic betrayal
    >> Commissar-kun !WjzSLG3MPo 11/11/09(Wed)19:42 No.6665730


    And those other ones too
    >> Zst Xkn !QwJoo2wxDc 11/11/09(Wed)19:47 No.6665776
    we were in the very beginning of our first shadow run campaign, and the first missions failed to bring us closer together. With minor stretches of roleplaying one player and myself managed to hook up and were now trying to get the 3rd player so we could get on with the game.
    his character (again) was a self centered secluded sociopath. while we were trying to find him he was actively eluding us. when we did finally catch up to him he tried to ignore us. when we busted into his apartment he tried to fight us. when we easily defeated him he still tried to RP the guy who wont be a team player. it was only after i threatened to kill off his "dream" character 3 times and actually held the dice in my hands and was about to roll did his character finally, and "begrudgingly", decide to join us.
    I regret not killing him.
    >> Anonymous 11/11/09(Wed)20:02 No.6665919
    1. Take movement action.
    2. Make attack action against my fellow player and shift him two squares toward the enemy pursuing me.
    3. Use free action to scream, free meat!
    4. Use action point to activate my power that allows me to teleport thus taking me out of the room.
    >> Stealth !!pOQOIu6ab9l 11/11/09(Wed)20:40 No.6666391
    I was playing in a campaign that was just starting. The settings fluff made drow acceptable in culture, but nothing else changed (dominatrix, LE only, etc.). The party had a drow ranger-rogue already, so I played a female drow cleric of Lloth. My man-bitch was the party leader and the party ended up getting captured. I used my sleight of hand to hide a bunch of oil and a flint and steel. Hating the dumbass party of Hurr-Durr pallys, I managed to escape with the rogue, and we buyrned the jail down around the party, killed the guards, and the nKOed soem goblins and enslaved them to guard our handy new goblins.

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