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[Teneb]

The Captain wiped the sweat off his brow. Things were getting tense. With only 3 magisters left, the situation was critical. He often thought that it would be best to simply kill them all and take no chances. If another innocent was accused today, he might even do that.

The time had come, by his command was the door opened and he strode into the hall. The situation was… not quite what he expected. Quadressence stood in the middle of the room, completely still and unblinking. Onyxjew994 sat against a wall, his head low. Tiruin, meanwhile, was apparently waiting for him.

“Captain, Onyxjew994 is the last traitor. There is no doubt about that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“So be it then.” He sighed and walked up to Onyxjew994. “Do you have any last words? Any confessions you wish to make?”

Silence.

“Fine, have it your wa- is that blood?” He leaned over. Onyxjew994’s throat had been cut open. “What is going on here!?”

From behind him came an explanation “Vengeance, captain, nothing more.”

The Cabal (Scum team) has won!


scumchat
deadchat

I'll post the rest of the flavour soon.

[Remuthra]

We had a deadchat?

[Urist Imiknorris]

Day four was laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.

[Captain Ford]

Most anticlimactic LYLO ever.

[Teneb]

Spoiler: Flavour texts (click to show/hide)

The loyalist scum have marked you for death. You know you will not be killed, though. You know they will instead drag you to the dungeons beneath the University and torture you there. So you slit your own throat, or so you made them believe. In truth you slipped away, and ran far, far away, in both shame for failing your mission, and fear of retribution

With a minor spell you put your guard to sleep. notquitethere’s room is just down the hall. You will sneak up to the guard, put him to sleep as well and place a protective spell over notquitethere.

That was your plan anyway.

As you reach the end of the hall you hear footsteps behind you. Did the guards find you? You look back, it’s not a guard it’s… Shakerag?

As if in a dream, you feel sluggish, while Shakerag walks faster than anyone should be able to. Then he is upon you, and you are dead.

The idiotic magisters put a guard on your door, but, as you very well know, a guard is no obstacle to a chronomancer. You easily slip past him and go on to do your tasks.

First is Sphagetti7. You evade his guard and put him in stasis. He will wake up in the morning, but not before.

Next is Captain Ford. By chance you catch him sneaking in the hallway and not in his room. Putting your full power to use, you render him helpless as you approach him. He manages to look you in the eye right before you kill him. Surprise was the last thing he ever felt.

It is hard to prepare oneself to face death, even if it seems inevitable. As your fellow magisters accused you one by one, you attempted to steel your resolve for when dusk came.

And yet when came the time, when they declared you traitor, you felt neither fear nor panic nor despair. Not when the captain entered the room. Not when TheWetSheep accused you, not when the attack hit you.

The ice spike was so cold you felt no pain.

As life leaves your body, you let out a final whisper: “Rosebud…”

You could swear you saw Tiruin smile briefly before the darkness came.

As you lie in your bed, unable to sleep, you decide to use your powers to try and discern if notquitethere is a traitor or not. You ready the reagents needed for the scrying spell and start to intone the incantations… only for a guard to open the door and inform you that dawn has risen and you are to be escorted to the meeting room.

You could swear you just got in your room, but the light coming from the windows in the hallway leave little room for doubt. Looks like you’ll have to do it again next night.

You sneak out of your room by simply slowing time so much the guard would never notice you.  You then quietly make your way down the hallway to TheWetSheep’s room. You stop time again and peek in. He is lying on his bed, apparently asleep. You put on him a spell that should cause him to stay that way until dawn by slowing his personal time.

You then proceed to do your real mission: kill Sphagetti7

You creep into his room, asleep on the floor. Apparently he fell from the bed. You make sure he never gets up by breaking his neck.

Like all others you are escorted to your room after the unfortunate death of IronyOwl. Preparing yourself for the next day you go to sleep.

You dream of many things, but what stands out among them was the death of FlyingDice, and how no one noticed how his body vanished when no one was looking.

In your haste to inform this to the guard you fall off your bed and to the floor. Before you can get up, however, you hear the door opening and footsteps. You pretend to be asleep, hoping whoever it is will not notice you are awake and just leave.

The crack your neck makes as it is snapped sounds incredibly loud as you die.

Idiots. All of them. They cannot see past their own pride. They cannot see they are being manipulated. And now they want to kill you.

You won’t die horribly like IronyOwl did. If you are going to die, you’ll die your way.

And there is no better way to go than in a blaze of glory. Literally.

Another night. Another kill.

As you did before you slow down time and slip past your guard. However this time thing will be different. The foolish loyalists have yet to comprehend the threat you pose. Maybe this time they’ll learn to fear you.
   
After a quick detour to slow down time for Quadressence, you make your way to your main target. As expected, there is a guard at his door. You slow down time. But this time you don’t slip past. This time you kill them.

You open the door, only to find TheWetSheep preparing some kind of ritual. He tries to rise, but it is pointless. After all, time is on your side.

Like in the previous night you rise from your bed and prepare the ritual. This time you hope you won’t fall prey to whatever happened to you last time.

You ready the tomes, prepare the runes, gather the reagents. As you begin to intone the spell, you hear sounds struggle outside your door. It then opens to reveal a blood-covered Tiruin, holding an equally-bloody dagger.

It seems you were right, but it is too late. She moves too fast, faster than anyone should be able to. You try to escape, but there is nowhere to go. If there is irony in this situation, you do not have enough time to appreciate it.

Spoiler: Night actions (click to show/hide)

Night 1:
-Shakerag: Roleblock Sphagetti7, Kill Captain Ford
-Captain Ford: Protect notquitethere
Night 2:
-Tiruin: Roleblock TheWetSheep, Kill Sphagetti7
-TheWetSheep: Inspect notquitethere
Night 3:
-Tiruin: Roleblock Quadressence, Kill TheWetSheep
-TheWetSheep: Inspect Tiruin

Spoiler: alternate ending (click to show/hide)

The Captain wiped the sweat off his brow. Things were getting tense. With only 3 magisters left, the situation was critical. He often thought that it would be best to simply kill them all and take no chances. If another innocent was accused today, he might even do that.

The time had come, by his command was the door opened and he strode into the hall. The situation was… not quite what he expected. Quadressence stood in the middle of the room, completely still and unblinking. Onyxjew994 sat against a wall, his head low. Tiruin, meanwhile, was apparently waiting for him.

“Captain, Onyxjew994 is the last traitor. There is no doubt about that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“So be it then.” He sighed and walked up to Onyxjew994. “Do you have any last words? Any confessions you wish to make?”

Onyxjew994 raised his head “Please, I’m not a warlock. Don’t do this!”

“I am sorry, but it has been decided” the Captain said grimly as Tiruin grinned behind him, a knife barely concealed beneath her sleeve.

“No!”

Onyxjew994 woke up, startled. He remembered now. There are no wizards. No magic. He had fallen asleep while reading a (pretty bad) book about wizards investigating a murder.

“Ok, that’s it. No more wizard stories before sleep.”

[Leafsnail]

Good strategies at lylo: vote for somebody, anybody

[Quadressence]

:O ... :| ... >.>

I was in the hospital. -_-

I wasn't even here for a week. Why did no one notice?

[Teneb]

:O ... :| ... >.>

I was in the hospital. -_-

I wasn't even here for a week. Why did no one notice?

People did notice. Check the dead/scum chats

[ToonyMan]

Day four was laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.

What are you talking about?  Only mafia should get to play during lylo!

[Jim Groovester]

Tiruin is always scum IC.

Remember kids, two times makes a pattern.

[Shakerag]

Thanks for bringing it home for me Tiruin

d-(^_^)

[Onyxjew944]

Well, isn't that just an interesting way to end Extension Mafia. By missing the one fatal extension that would have done something considerable. Namely, get Quad back.


Wait, looking at the night actions... Sheep inspected Tiruin the turn he was killed by the very same. Irony, apparently it now comes in fatality flavor.

[Urist Imiknorris]

Especially considering that in BM 34, Irony the IC Cop inspected Tiruin and was also killed by her the same night.

Special props to IronyOwl and spaghetti7 for sticking through the whole game.

[Teneb]

Especially considering that in BM 34, Irony the IC Cop inspected Tiruin and was also killed by her the same night.

Special props to IronyOwl and notquitethere for sticking through the whole game.

notquitethere replaced in. Sphagetti7 and IronyOwl were the ones that managed not to be replaced.

[Quadressence]

Why wasn't I replaced? Or prodded? Or anything?