Depends largely on the group.

Have you tried speaking with them all about it, come to a consensus?

Were they having fun?
Were they genuinely angry?
Did anyone quit the game in a huff?
Or did they say "wow, that was pretty good/intense/crazy, can't wait for next time!"

I guess the one guy who's bothered by it is the only one who cares, in which case, you can try to work him out of the story when the other two want to have their roleplay moments.

In one of the groups I played in, two of the other players were engaged in real life, and they liked making character specifically with the intention of conflicting with each other. They were the closest couple I've ever seen outside of the game though, and last I talked to them, they've been happily married for two years now.

I think if the players know each other well enough to know that it's all in-character it works well, it's when people who aren't as familiar with each other that they can't tell if the person is pissed off at them IC or OOC that you get problems.

>>18180017

Well, it literally JUST happened. Like ten minutes ago.

One character threatened another character's love interest, that character who was just threatened reacted impulsively, the attacking character drew a gun, defending character drew a knife, mediator character (Whose player was the one who didn't like what was going on) comes out of a nearby room and tries to keep it from erupting, shots are fired, knives are slashed.

The mediator character failed a roll to draw his stun gun, tried to re-roll it without the mechanical ability to, and I told him we should just go with it, even if it was getting tense. He got angry at me for it, and I still can't decide if he was right or not in doing so.

>>18180026

1. As far as I can tell, yes.
2. Besides the mediator? No.
3. The mediator looked liked he might.
4. Not yet, no.

Two players in my game usually have their characters disagree, and it becomes contentious every now and then. Any time I was worried, I just asked the players straight up if this was IC or OoC and if any of their feelings are true or for play, and they always assure me it's purely IC, that they're having fun, and they're merely doing what their characters would do.
I always let it go as I like to play with my players as much as it's otherwise, and if they want to divide the party or even one of them leave the in-game group, I'd allow it knowing they would eventually find it tedious and come back somehow.

there is something wrong with extremely violent and emotional conflict between PCs... if it breaks out into OOC.

if everyone gets into it and things get a little out of control in character, then they're into the game. if it spills into OOC then they're children who need a time out.

its a game. if playing it makes baby cry then baby doesn't get to play anymore.

As said, depends on the group and the game. I'd welcome it in a game like WoD, I'd probably dislike it in something like DnD.

>>18180237

Yeah, but, should conflict really depend on setting? I mean if you're playing an MLP RPG, sure, conflict is bad, but besides that...

>>18180736
I don't know, in a game of heroic adventure such a conflict would be unlikely to have any lasting consequences, while you could expect more backstabbery in dark, melodramatic things like WoD.

Of course the group and their agreement is the bigger factor in this.

>>18180000

My games have always been pro-pvp.

Characters learn to get along, or they die, one way or the other.

I immediately ban or pull aside anyone who isn't acting mature or taking things oocly.

Years and years of success, running two 6 man parties simultaneously...

It really depends on whether or not -you- can handle it honestly. Everything else is cut and dry for the players "act like a grown up".

>>18180026

>Were they having fun?

Most important question.

>>18180768

Well there's no backstabbery in the dark, exactly. It was just two characters really not getting along with one another.

>>18180775
Usually a high adventure game would require the party to split up temporarily, only to find back together later to affirm their friendship and manly love for each other and continue with their adventurous bonds strengthened.

>>18180768

>conflict would be unlikely to have any lasting consequences.

Oh really?

How does /tg/ feel about story time?

>>18180811
No, not "oh really", I am talking about vague clichés of genres, you tufty tart.

But I would like a story time.

>>18180811

Story time would be nice.

>>18180845

Ah, fair enough...

>>18180857

Let us begin:

---
Van the Turncoat
---

Once upon a time there was a very powerful vampire lord. His name was Daies. He had a sprawling kingdom and many powerful friends. His servants were mostly the undead, but the strangest thing about him was that the living whom served him, proclaimed him to be a hero.

Now Daies was in an alliance with his sister Destamona, Hitsito the Armory, and Dowjin. There were lesser lords whom were also involved, but their story is for another time.

Together they served the forces of good and righteousness, and carved out a home for their friends, family, and the many people who wanted to flourish in such a kingdom. Everyone prospered.

Except Van.

>>18180946

F5 F5 F5 come on man

Van was a mighty dragonslayer. He had earned his reputation in blood, and time and time again he kept the local dukes safe from draconic monsters. He was a mercenary by trade, and one of the best.

Daies always had an eye for talent, and he was the one who hired Van. In the beginning they had a great working relationship. Van did dirty jobs, and then Van got paid.

Only everyone else around Van was getting promotions, land, estates, servants, and magical powers that he had once only dreamed of. Soon the money wasn't enough. He deserved to be recognized more than any of those posturing lords for all the work he'd done!

So he asked Daies to include him in Daies' personal cabinet, to petition Dowjin, Hitsito, and the Alliance, for lordship.

Daies agreed. On one condition.

Daies' sister, Destamona, needed a spell component in order to fabricate a spell that could help turn the tide of their ongoing war. Van would have to prove himself worthy of his place by Daies side. And none of his previous deeds were good enough. He was told to return with the heart of a Kaorti lord.

Van would have to travel into the depths of the Far Realm to get it.

>>18181036
>>18180946

What setting is this?

>gm being a dickhead (his general occupation)
> friend about to ship to boot camp gets heated
>arguement
>they decide to wrestle it out
>gm smacks his kidneys with a cheap shot
>friend headbutts the shit out of gm until there is blood everywhere

And thats my last friday night

>>18181103
Savages.

>>18181018

Sorry man, I'm writing as I go from memory.

>>18181036

Normally, Van was resolute and firm about the idea that anyone extra coming with him would slow him down. He was a solo operator, and he did things his way. The exception to this were Van's two apprentices. Codenamed Red and Blue for the dragonscale armor they wore.

Van summoned his apprentices and prepared for the quest ahead, and packed a very special crossbow. One with no string, but with a drake's maw stylized out of bronze roaring from its tip. Every magical trinket he could strap to his body, he did, and likewise with Red and Blue.

They gathered into a secret chamber deep within Dowjin's palace, beside them were Daies and Destamona; before them was a shimmering portal. They would have to head two miles due north immediately upon arrival, as fast as they could, in order to perform the raid.

A flux of dispel magic would blackout the Kaorti's macabre cathedral-fortress, and from there they would conduct their raid.

They would have two minutes, until Destamona closed the portal, and would have to teleport or fly between antimagic barriers.

It seemed next to impossible, but Van could never say no to a challenge.

>>18181137

You don't know the half of it

>>18181051

Started off dnd core on a homebrew world, and about every 10 character levels I added more and more. In the end they had Eberron, Faerun, and all kinds of shit hitting the fan. Years and years of story.

This part of the story is during the time of the Chaos War. Which is post-Pantheon, but prior to their realm of Shivan De`Harren falling.

>>18181139

>and they would have to teleport or fly between antimagic barriers.*

>>18181139

It went like fucking clockwork.

They were good. Better than good. They were incredible. The fell creatures in that mystic world beyond never even knew what was happening until they were halfway through the compound towards the throne room.

If you could even call such a grisly and alien thing a throne room.

The Kaorti were beyond mortal ken. But they were not beyond dragonfire, and that was what Red let loose as soon as the Royal Guard shrieked and leapt upon them in the halls.

The blaze of fire was so hot that the creatures burst into ashes instantly, and with a heavy peal of thunder, Blue's lightening blasted through the main doors and slagged its many bolts and magical locks, destroying them utterly.

The fight inside was fierce, as they took on the Kaorti Lord and his vanguard of minions.

>>18181173
Does the savagery of your friday exponentially increase until you hit Genghis Khan?

>>18181239

But that was not the problem.

Killing people was easy. Van was a slayer, and his apprentices were getting good.

The hard part were all the magical wards suppressing the area now, as alarm bells tolled and screamed. They had a minute and a half left to make it back, and they couldn't teleport straight there.

They ran!

As Van stuffed the still bleeding heart of the Kaorti into his pack, they ran and leapt out a window, taking flight.

Their escape was harrowing, small jumps had to be taken between planar barriers, but they were closing on their exit.

Until before them, and between them and their portal home, flashed a brilliant light.

Chaos itself had Shifted here to meet them, now that they had taken the life of one of his greatest commanders, they were going to die!

>>18181280

Blue was the first to fall.

His body erupted as if a fireball had detonated inside of him.

Red screamed, and in desperation blew a gout of flame at Chaos.

It did nothing.

Van was in the middle of doing the smart thing, which was diving straight for the portal, when he looked back.

Why did Red hesitate? Didn't he know they were both about to die?

He could turn around and try to grab him, and pray that Chaos didn't take them both, and Van considered the life of his apprentice.

Red and Blue should have never stopped flying. They had no one to blame but themselves, as Van teleported to the edge of the portal and fell through, the last thing he saw the vision of the Chaos beast, a Large creature of spines and black scales, seizing Red up within its claws, and then tearing the warrior apart as if he were paper machette.

>>18181265

Knife fights are at the top of my list for savagery. Maybe I should find a new group...

>>18181338

>Knife fights
>In a gaming group

Did it break your heart, OP?

>>18181373
Fatal live action role playing, when LARP just doesn't cut it anymore.

>>18181332

>note, all of these were players, with very few exceptions

Van was in shock as he fell to the stony ground, and Destamona immediately closed the portal behind him. She was crying out that she was so sorry for what happened, and whether or not he was okay.

He was clutching his pack tightly, cradling the spell component inside which had cost the lives of the two best men he'd ever known. The two deadliest warriors of their time, second only to himself.

He couldn't believe the raw power Chaos had, or the nature of the enemy they were fighting. Only that he had succeeded, and as he rose, he thrust the bag at Daies.

"Here! Now I demand what is mine!"

Daies blinks, and then archs an eyebrow.

"Well, yes, absolutely... Once we talk to Dowjin about it..."

Van noticed another man in the room, only he was not human, he had silver wings, a half-dragon. Dowjin. Whom he'd seen once or twice. Knew of him, more than knew him.

"What is there to talk about?! You saw what we did. No one could do better! I deserve this!"

Daies glances aside to Dowjin, who finally speaks.

"That may be, but just because your powerful doesn't mean I can trust you. I regret the loss of your comrades, and I'll see to Daies' request tonight, over dinner. Give us until then."

Van stared in shock.

"You can't be serious! I'm through with this shit. Enjoy your 'dinner', asshole!"

Van stormed off, still bloody, and fuming.

Meanwhile, Chaos had shifted back into the form of its current host: Rauntek. And he laughed at Van's delicious plight, having been able to remotely sense him for just those few moments before his sensor vanished.

He was going to make Van an offer he couldn't refuse.

>>18181373

Every played with someone on high doses of steroids? Knife fights ensue quickly once they enter a barbarian esque rage.

>>18181444

>Gaming group
>Consisting of roid-ragers

What kind of fucking gaming group were YOU in?

>>18181391

>Doesn't cut it anymore

Oh you.

>>18181444
My stereotype sense says you are living somewhere in east europe. How close is that?

>>18181423

Van was delivered a plain letter by a very plain messenger. Only after looking at the letter, there was no more messenger within sight. Troubled by the recent drama, he was getting into his cups at the local tavern, when he flipped open the letter to read it.

"If you want Red and Blue back, some and see me in the Prime Material by the Westwind ruins. I guarantee your safety, like only I can. I have what you want, and your apprentices too.

Come alone. And tell no one.

-C"

>>18181472

OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN HERE WE GO.

>>18181472

>>18181472

So Van met with the author of the letter, and who else appeared but Rauntek, the nezumi, whom's body was the host of Chaos.

True to his word, Van was unharmed, though he ran his thumb over the handle of his magic crossbow, considering the merits of a final stand.

"What do you want?" Van asked.

"To give you your friends back, of course. And to give you the kingdom you've wanted. The true prize you deserve." It replied.

"Whats the catch?"

"No catch. You will take the place of the Kaorti you killed, and be honored. Clearly you deserve command more than him. You will be safe in my fold, all you have to do is ride out to join me on the Mithril Ship."

Van narrowed his eyes. That ship was a gift from Dowjin to Daies, and it was only ever crewed by Daies' elite staff and advisors. Although, by morning, that may very well be Van.

"And if I don't?" Van asks.

"You already know the answer to that. And a man as intelligent as yourself, already knows how inevitable it truley is."

"We'll see about that..." Van snarls, mulling over the choice he'd have to make.

Whether or not he would become Chaos' thrall, the choice was clear.

"I'll get you that ship."

>>18181550

Oh man oh man oh MAN.

>>18181550

They were pretentious. They were tyrants. And they were liars.

There was only one way Van could get his apprentices back, and only one way he could rise to the power he deserved. After everything he'd lost, and all the glory he'd given to the Alliance, it was sickening him how he'd been thrown aside like trash.

He hoped Dowjin choked on his dinner and died.

He didn't want the promotion anymore. No, he was stewing, and he knew how to hit them where it hurt.

As he stalked across the rocky crags of the otherworldly bridge connecting their magical realms, he arrived at the Gate that would take him to Shivan De`Harren, and to the palace to meet with Daies.

>>18181623

Dowjin was smiling to meet him, and Van smiled wide in return. Daies clasped his hand and shook it, while Destamona gave them a wave and left the hall to return to her inner sanctum.

The discussion was brief, and much to Van's pleasure. Dowjin recognized Van's contributions, and gave him a vote of confidence, as Daies likewise sponsored him, so that he could now rule as an Alliance general.

Van smiled, and said.

"I'm not a good general, my friends. I'm a much better captain. A much better- admiral."

>>18181663

Dowjin shrugged and told Daies it was up to him to lead his branch, and the half dragon wasn't about to tell him how to go about it. So after well-wishes, Dowjin left to entertain one of the princesses from the lower planes.

Daies was thrilled to have Van in his personal cabinet, and as the dragonslayer recounted his days at sea and command of smaller mercenary bands, it became clear that he was a wise choice for captain of the Mithril Ship.

Daies gladly gave him the control rod, and said he knew Van wouldn't let him down.

With a smile on his face Van made his way to the shipyard.

>>18181700

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5

>>18181700

The crew wore the uniforms of the Separatist Crimson Blades. They were unique in their allegiance to the kingdom. They served Daies whole heartedly and loyally, and honored the Alliance for as long as Daies told them to. They never asked questions, and they'd just been informed that Van was their new captain.

The ship itself was a wonder. It was entirely mithril, and as light as any traditional ship of its class. Its hull platings were malleable, and could be sealed, repaired, or shift shapes by a crew of magicians in the lower decks.

Its armaments included two batteries of D-Cannons, the latest in Alliance magic, harnessing the power of the Destroy Seed to blast apart anything foolish enough to stand in its way. Above deck there were ballistae and conventional weapons, as well as boarding equipment and other supplies lashed down.

As Van took stock of his new flagship, he smiled. He made sure the crew was ready to depart,and able to follows his commands promptly, and he was pleased with their discipline.

Then he gave the order.

"All ahead full, take us to the edge of the Zone."

>>18181778

What Van had not counted on, was Hitsito.

Since the founding of the Alliance, Dowjin had made Hitsito in charge of security. Every Alliance Lord had a responsibility to uphold which kept their kingdoms safe, and Hitsito the Armory, was in charge of security.

Hitsito the Armory aided Dowjin in construction of the D-Cannons running down the broadsides of the ship, he aided in writing the procedures naval vessels had to follow entering and leaving port, and he aided in investigating anything out of the ordinary.

But above all else, Hitsito didn't like Van.

Never trust a mercenary.

>>18181838

Van's ship was hailed by missive, but they didn't respond. As they gained speed towards the edge of the Planar boundary, Hitsito's suspicions rose.

He'd have to act fast. Daies wouldn't believe that his trusted pet had gone renegade, but Hitsito knew he could finally prove it if he caught him in the act.

Hitsito sent a missive to Daies, calling him to Hitsito's own galleon. It read that Chaos was about to breach one of the wards. Daies, wasting no time, teleports on deck, and glances over to Hitsito, asking him what was wrong.

Hitsito replied that there was no time, and immediately his crew cast their lines and prepared to sail. He told Daies that the Mithril Ship wasn't answering any of his missives, and he feared something bad may have happened.

Magic flowed through Hitsito's own vessel. While the ship was swift and its armaments deadly, it was outdated and it showed. Luckily, he didn't have to go far, he just had to cut Van off from reaching the Gates at the edge.

>>18181919

This is going to end poorly.

>>18181919

Hitsito's ship begins to gain on Van's, accelerating very swiftly by the aid of Daies' spells.

They could see on the Mithril Ship that the Alliance flag was going down, and the standard of the Crimson Blades rose up the mast.

Daies was confused, while Hitsito sent missive to the overseer of the planar Gates. Hoping that they could get the gates shut down in time.

They were twelve seconds from the edge, and Hitsito was finally staring to pull alongside.

Then the Mithril Ship opened fire.

>>18181444
me again

>>18181465
West coast of the states

>>18181460
One where we go from the deepest rollplay to kicking goblin kings in the balls. Hectic games I'll tell you.

EFF EFF EYE VEE EEE

>>18181971

Sounds about right!

>>18181968

There was a shuddering crash, and Hitsito's vessel tipped starboard, people were screaming. Decks were gone.

Simply. Gone.

A prismatic flare of light burst from another cannon upon the Mithril Ship, and it soared over the deck, taking a crewman and a spherical section of a wooden crate with it. The thunderclap was deafening, and splinters burst in every direction.

Daies was screaming that he couldn't believe it, and withdrew from his hip a disc that was tightly folded. Latching it onto his right hand's gauntlet, the weapon unwound like a folding fan, each plate of of what would became a shimmering shield; was a longsword. Cussing at Van's betrayal, he ordered Hitsito to bring them closer.

Daies couldn't hear Hitsito's reply over the sound of canons blasting.

Walls of force winked into existence over the holes in Hitsito's ship, and the crew returned fire, peppering the Mithril ship with minimal effect.

Daies saw Hitsito raise his thumb up, and jerk it twice.

Hitsito's feet left the ground in Flight, as one of his many enchanted items flared to life, and one of his crewmates ran over to him carrying a humongous duffel. After tossing it into Hitsito's arms, the man known as The Armory grinned.

Daies stepped up to the edge of the railing. They were moments away from sailing through the Gates.

Right before they crossed, both men leapt from the side of Hitsito's galleon hurtling through the air and tumbling onto the deck of the Mithril Ship.

As long as other players are ok with it it's fine.

Our DM usually plays us off against each other, then is somehow surprised when half the party is dead before the BBEG encounter, or, in one case, before any combat encounters.

>>18182099

"Theres nothing to worry about." Van said smugly.

"Nobody from the Alliance would dare step one foot outside their precious wards. Look, even Hitsito's ship has broken away. We made it to the other side, and we are fine."

The crew was shocked by what had just happened. But they were disciplined, and fanatically loyal. They needed no explanation for why the Alliance was chasing them, only that it was the will of Daies, and Van was at the helm.

Van blew a sigh of relief within the command chamber. Until the shrill grind of metal on metal rang through the hull, and someone screamed on deck.

>>18182159

"How many?" Hitsito yelled.

"Fifty, including the Captain!"

Daies replies, turning with a haymaker swing with his right gauntlet. The shield bolted on it whirled and spun, crackling with eldritch magic as the swords it was made out of cleaves through the chest cavity of one of the crew.

A flash of sparks erupted, as a Crimson Blade soldier looked down at his greatsword, it has stopped dead against Hitsito's side, unable to cut through some magical field.

"Where is Van?!" Hitsito asks, as they jog across the deck, ducking a solvo of ballistae fire which clatters against the mithril railings; bolts shatter, but the ship does not.

"He'll be within twenty five feet of the captain's chair, fi this thing's still moving!"

Daies' reply was punctuated by the next crewman unfortunate enough to get in his way, whom recieved a knee in the gut, and thena swift decapitation from his saw bladed shield. Daies didn't even notice that a sword had been stuck through him.

The ship suddenly lurched, slamming Hitsito and Daies against a set of stairs.

>>18182229

Hitsito turned, and pointed out the Ballistae operators, Daies gave them the finger.

Finger of Death.

They wilted and died, each spasming and clutching their chest. None of them understanding exactly what was going on, or why their own lord was assaulting them.

Hitsito helped Daies to his feet, and both of them staggered back onto the deck, which now looked empty. The ship was at a stand still, and everything was quiet.

Until a door set into the superstructure of the bow burst open, Van charging up its stairs.

>>18182229

>Killing his own men for following his orders.

Wait, and if they were following his orders to begin with, couldn't he have just...ordered them to stand down?

>>18182282

Van was screaming in some kind of blood frenzy. He was desperate, or mad, or both. As he rose, he drew a weapon, the crossbow Daies had once gifted him.

Daies eyes went wide and he dived for Hitsito.

"GET DOWN!"

Van pulled a spring loaded bar underneath the crossbow stock, and a magical bolt from the magazine on top slid into place.

With a pull of the trigger, a fireball explodes from the mouth of the crossbow, straight from the mouth of the screaming drake.

It was an extremely volatile spell, and it exploded with such force that it knocked Hitsito and Daies from their feet. Sprinting along the port side of the deck, Van continues to pump magical bolts into the chamber, firing against the starboard rail and letting the smoldering flames engulf his hated enemy.

Orange and red blossom between Van and the other side of the ship, smoke blown by the breeze and obscuring sight.

>>18182290

I keep telling people Daies was evil.

Nobody believes me...

>>18182330

Van's heart was racing, his breath panting. Did he get them? Nobody could survive that many fireballs.

He pulls open a flap of his dragonscale vest, and draws a string of bolts, jamming them into the magazine one by one.

His eyes scan left, and right, he smoke is clearing.

Left!

Someone rolling! He's only halfway done reloading, so Van flips his crossbow down into its holster, his hand dipping for his Dragonslayer sword. This had once been a trophy from Dowjin.

A relic from a forgotten age, the half-dragon had said.

It gleamed as Van drew it and glanced back at the person now charging down the deck at him. Daies!

Daies leaps, and thrusts his swirling shield foward to disembowl his defective captain, but with a hail of sparks Van bats the shield away and steps into Daies' guard, slashing him across his chest. Blood hemorrhages violently, making Daies, the vampire, shriek in confusion.

I know Van will go down kicking and screaming, but I'm secretly rooting for him. Benedict Arnold-esque or not, can't blame a guy for defecting against the people who treated him as little more than a tool.

>>18182451

Daies staggered back and then snapped his fingers at Van, slaying him instantly with death magic.

Only Van didn't drop. The runes marching down the sides of his dragonslayer shone brightly, though, and a menacing grin spread across Van's expression.

Van saw someone else moving, to the right, must be Hitsito, he was stomping on something, and he wasn't wearing his cloak anymore.

No time! Van swings left, nicking Daies' thigh, but Daies draws his short sword, a skull embossed onto the guard. None had even been stabbed by it and lived.

Daies boots Van back trying to trip him over the landing for a staircase towards the stern. Van staggers back but swings, and Daies blocks it with his shield.

A rough punch from his shield knocks Van backwards but the Slayer leaps to the right, sticking to the hull like a spider, and rolling over the guardrail between himself and Daies right as the vampire slams his sword down on the mithril bar between them, the loud clang echoeing through the air.

From beneath the flap on the other side of his vest, he yanks out a handful of necklaces. Each of them was very beautiful, and had several fiery beads.

>>18182515

Agreed.

Daies can go eat a dick. Suffer not a vampire to live.

>>18182544

"Rot in hell Daies! You and your bullshit empire!"

Van screams. Daies, realizing he was serious, lunges towards Van, dropping his short sword and grappling Van's fist, holding it shut so he couldn't throw the necklaces.

Van headbuts Daies with the flanged horns of his dragonscale helm, cracking the bone and splitting his cheek. Spitting blood Daies rolls him against the wall of the ship's cabin, and punches out with his bladed shield.

The high pitched whine of metal sawing metal zips over Van's head as he ducks, letting Daies twist his arm as he stepps backwards, jamming one of his leg's between the vampires. He hops back towards the rail.

"Did you remember zone of sweet air, Vampire?"

The slayer challenges Daies, as over the edge, flowing water gushes against the Mithril Ship's hull.

Hitsito shouts for Daies to get out of the way.

Van takes his free hand and grasps the side of Daies' head, slamming it down against the mithril rail with a jarring crack.

If it is justified it is fine.

I have been a part of PC vs PC fights both justified and not. As long as there is reason, it is fine.

>>18182661

Van begins to scream in agonized pain as Daies continues to twist Van's wrist around. Sinew begins to give, and then finally bone as his arm cracks.

Despite the white blinding pain, Van holds on to the necklaces, not letting Daies grab them. He was going to destroy the vampire utterly, one way or the other.

He shoves himself against Daies Bodily, trying to gain a little bit of slack room, clentching his gauntletted fist be rails on the vampire, socking him again and again.

The vampire's steps staggered, and Van really thought he was wearing his old master down.

When from beneath he sees the gleam of Daies' bladed shield, it snaps back and forth into itself in some obscene stack of metalic plates, and thins into one long blade jutting out over Daies' knuckles.

I kind of want Van to win.

>>18182739

>just a couple more posts

"Piece of shit"

Van grunts, slapping his hand down to stop Daies' thrusting arm. Holding the blade back as its tip nudged against his stomach, biting into the scales of his armor as if they were soft clay.

"I was good for my word! Dowjin was the only one who said no. You've gone too far, Van. And I don't do second chances."

Daies hisses, suddenly jamming the blade forward with all his might, and skewering Van upon it. He pressed in, and twisted, savoring the sensation, the pressure of his fist almost lifting Van up off his feet.

And then violently he withdrew, yanking his sword free! Letting the gore spatter the clean prestine silver of the ship's deck. Van could hardly stay conscious, he swayed on his feet as his vision blurred and blacked. His fist was numb, clutching the necklaces.

Yes, he could still throw them.

>>18182840

"I said get out of the WAY!"

Hitsito yells, as he rises from where he'd been kneeling next to the humongous duffel bag he'd carried. The blue haired man rose with a steeled resolve. How many of these traitors would he have to suffer before Dowjin finally sees they're beyond redemption?

Their world was going to hell in a hand basket, and all they could do was tear each other apart.

To that end, he hefted the polished oak handle of his weapon. His other hand gripped a support strut halfway down the massive device. He swung it to bear as he turned, and his creation, his very own artifact of war began to whirr.

Its many barrels began to spin, each rod tumbling within its circular cage as he leveled the gatling wand towards Van and pulled the lever.

Each enchanted tip of wand sparked to life as it crossed the arcane rune housing the golems which fed it power, an arcane eye blinked from within the middle of the barrels, sighting Van as the Magic Missiles burst from the weapon.

The stream of deadly magic catches Van full in the side, as an endless torrent of red bolts chew through his armor and body, zips of energy puffing out the other side as in mere seconds his lifeless body is dancing to the rythym of so many magical bolts. His body falls against the railing and shudders as Hitsito's weapon empties its charges.

Finally, its tips smoking, the gatling whirrs and slows to a stop.

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Daies recieves a missive. Dowjin is asking about who just died. Daies replies, "Not right now."

Hitsito huffs, half of him burnt from the barrage of fireballs Van shot at them earlier. But he was alive, Daies was alive, and the precious Mithril Ship was safe.

There was a blinding flash, and a whiplike crack, as Rauntek, host of Chaos, appeared.

>>18183032

>There was a blinding flash, and a whiplike crack, as Rauntek, host of Chaos, appeared.

Ooooooooooooh shit, HERE we go.

>>18183032

Daies ran across the deck and lunged towards Hitsito.

Chaos raised sharply and snapped its fdingers towards Daies.

Hitsito throws down an antimagic field as he twists a knob attached to a rod holster on his thigh. Narrowing saving Daies from being utterly ahnihilated from whatever fell magic Chaos could summon.

Daies grabs Hitsito's shoulder and shouts, "Lets go!"

Hitsito twists the knob in the other direction, and Daies teleports them home.

Rauntek blinks, boots clomping against the metal hull as it walks towards where Hitsito and Daies used to be, and then back over the open waters.

Nothingness for miles.

Rauntek looks back over the Mithril Ship and grins. Then back towards Van.

"Well, I am a man of my word."

It, walks over to Van, and sets his hand atop Van's head. Magic from someplace Beyond begins to fill Van, and he is brought back from the dead, regenerated from all of his wounds.

He gasps in a hoarse voice as he regains consciousness, and realizes his guts are where they're supposed to be. His heart racing.

"Now then. I have a date with my dear Dowjin. And I made a promise to him as well, like the one I made with you. I promised him I would end all of his pain. And your going to help me."

"Doesn't that sound nice?" Chaos adds.

~END

>>18183096

>>18183112

>Van's face when?

>>18183096

Thats all.

Thank you for reading!


>>18180000

I hope everyone can now enjoy extremely violent and emotional conflict between PCs.

And archived...

Sweet dreams, /tg/

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18180000/

Van is totes the good guy here. Or, atleast, the protagonist. Let the murder be had, good story teller!

>>18183096

>>18183096

Maybe I've been warped by the fact that my first RPG was Paranoia, but I love games where the player characters fight it out amongst themselves.

Case in point, the Vampire game I'm playing in has inter-party conflict to the point of almost being a running joke. The two combat-monkeys took an instant dislike to each other in some weird alpha male thing and jump at any chance to maul each other. My character, a rationalist Ordo Dracul with visions of great things to come if Vampires could just get along immediately came to mental blows with the blood-magic-using Crone. They got over that once they realised they were actually working from pretty much the same page.

And then there was the guy who tried to remain neutral, being the sole Invictus representative. He ended up getting shafted by all the in-fighting and drawn into it.