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[Imp]

Huh.  NQT, I'm trying to be open minded and remind myself that maybe I have blinders on and maybe I'm misreading you.

But when you say stuff like:

Tiruin wants a no lynch- what does that tell you?

And I think, wait, Tiruin didn't say she wants a no lynch...

Then I go reread what she said:

What is your output on a No Lynch? I'm ambivalent (leaning on lynching)

And I read that and I think, yeah, Tiruin didn't say she wants a no lynch.

And then I wonder (again) where these blinders are that NQT says I'm wearing.  And I wonder why NQT keeps saying stuff like this, that seems so false to me.  Then I check myself for blinders again.  Then I wonder again.  Then I check again.  Then I just shake my head and say 'Gosh I hope he's Scum.... nothing else makes sense'.

You're all so blinkered that you're hardly even questioning one another.

Well, I assure you, I get really excited when people don't act in what I believe is a reasonable fashion.  Like before Toaster claimed, I was really, really anxious.  But I needed to hear him claim something, or choose not to claim anything, before I knew what questions to ask - because what he claimed (compared to what everyone else claimed and all known facts and all things posted) - that would actually change not just what I asked but also who I asked.

However, he claimed something that made sense with all known facts and so I just calmed right down and my questions along that line calmed down right with me.

Then I thought of a Plan, in case this doesn't end with NQT lynch.  A plan that might actually prevent any NKs, did allow some verifications, and hopefully has little room for error and is reasonable.

My only question about that plan was what do others think?

And if Toaster had refused to say what he intended to do N4 if we have one.... I'd have had a lot of questions about that, I assure you.

When Persus challenged something I thought was true - he corrected me about no starting S2 3rd parties, but actually was wrong.  So I corrected him.

Then he challenged that there's been no 3rd parties in S4.  So I corrected him again and asked what's up.

Then he claimed typo, and that he'd meant to say that S5 had no third parties.  So I corrected him for the third time, and pressed harder, What.  Is.  Up.

And got an answer.  Accepted it.

We disagreed, I think he was weird in his posts and thoughts.  But not likely to be Scum for it.  I'd feel about 60% better if at least one previous S game had no third parties.

However, this does, at least weakly, contradict your:

Imp, after this game we will talk about what is and is not a scumtell because you have a lot to learn. People disagreeing with you or finding your actions suspicious, even when you're town, is not a scumtell. (If it was, you'd all be scum!)

I agree with you, that what you say is a true thing to say.

I disagree with you, that what I am doing is interpreting when people disagree with me or find my actions suspicious as their being Scummy.

My case on Max was that -I- disagreed with him... my investigative results disagreed with his claim at least.

My case on Caz was that he felt wrong.  Slippery.  And gave me a feel that I didn't want to talk to him.  And that I realized he'd made at least one other person feel weird as well (when I'd thought he was being fine with everyone but me).

My case on Toony was that he was lurky, lazy, coasting, active lurking, refusing to evaluate information.

My case on you had 7 points to start, and not one of them included 'NQT disagreed with me' or 'NQT finds me suspicious'.

There's been.... about 4 newbies in this game.  Kleril, Caz, Persus, and myself.  I am.  I guess I am 'embarrassed' that of all of us newbies, you single me out to pick as someone to tell that I have a lot to learn, and that you'll talk to me after the game about what is and isn't a Scum tell.

I'm a brand new newbie, so of course I have a lot to learn still.  I guess it'll be a group chat though, since I'm not the only one here who think's you're scummy this game?  Maybe everyone who has voted for you needs a refresher too.

So I don't know what to think.  I feel kinda mocked by your words, I feel kinda tricked, maybe manipulated.  I feel kinda sorry for you too.  But outside of this game, I've felt huge respect for you, admiration for your play, and enjoyment of reading your posts.

Thank you for wanting to talk to me.  Thank you for playing beside me.  Interacting with you has been.... ahh, yes.

I learnt that talking to NQT is a rich and satisfying experience.

I guess I've got to get my blinders off though.  This game a lot of what you've said has looked seriously 'wrong' to me.  False wrong, manipulative wrong.  I tried cleaning my glasses, but that didn't help.

Maybe once we can talk person to person, outside of a Mafia game, maybe then you can straighten me out.  You clearly make it sound like I, specifically me among all the other newbies around, really need straightening out.

Tiruin, you going to tell everyone about the flavour you received when redirecting people? Persus and Imp and me all gave reasonable descriptions of what happened to us at night.

Oh yeah!  Reminds me.  I never chased Tiruin or Toaster for their flavor.  Thing was, I couldn't think of anything that might be in their flavor or not that might give me any clues at this point as to if my Wincon needs them dead or not (earlier in play that would -not- be the case) - and hopefully we're really close to the end of the game so we're about to see everyone's actual PMs.  So for anyone wondering, that's why I didn't chase that - I do chase flavor as a rule.

I also wonder who Toony tried to talk to last night, which grave he went to visit - since he was out of his house when Toaster killed him.  And I wonder if he tried to talk to Caz N2, and what information he -maybe- took to his own grave with.

And I now believe Cmega must have been a lone witch, and thus to have had a power.  I wonder if he got to use it, if it was the same 'observer' power as the previous lone-Town-witch game had or if it was something different, and who he picked to use it on if he did indeed use it.

So many questions.

[notquitethere]

Imp

And I think, wait, Tiruin didn't say she wants a no lynch...

Then I go reread what she said:

I someone brings something up and says they're ambivalent about it, then they want other people to think of the idea and maybe push for it. By proffering a mild disinclination for the idea, it appears more attractive for other people to take up. Or maybe she just wanted to discuss something she was unsure about? Who knows?

So I don't know what to think.  I feel kinda mocked by your words, I feel kinda tricked, maybe manipulated.  I feel kinda sorry for you too.  But outside of this game, I've felt huge respect for you, admiration for your play, and enjoyment of reading your posts.

I don't recall mocking you. Unless you're scum and you took my words directed at scum to heart? I've certainly not intended to trick or manipulate anyone. I've been very open about my methods and my reasons for acting.

Maybe once we can talk person to person, outside of a Mafia game, maybe then you can straighten me out.  You clearly make it sound like I, specifically me among all the other newbies around, really need straightening out.

Nah, I think the others are all terrible at this game too 

[notquitethere]

This should be pretty easy for town now. If the hunter lives the night, just kill Tiruin in the day and if she flips town, kill imp. Job done. If there's any weirdness or maybe you've seen something in the older games that might suggest Persus or Toaster aren't as cleared as non-scum as they appear, then you might want to review people's old cases. If so, you're more than welcome to look at my complete spreadsheet of all the cases in the game so far (obviously this is intended for private use not persuasion, so I expect there'll be reasonable disagreement as to how I've characterised different cases). It should be immediately clear from anyone looking at the Combined sheet that scum and poor town players (like cmega) tend to pursue very few cases, whilst good town players (like Toony) tend to pursue lots of targets.

[Persus13]

What if scum doesn't kill and instead does their job?

[notquitethere]

Persus

What if scum doesn't kill and instead does their job?

If you're all alive tomorrow then kill Tiruin and then if she doesn't flip scum have Toaster NK Imp. Simple.

[Imp]

Persus

What if scum doesn't kill and instead does their job?

If you're all alive tomorrow then kill Tiruin and then if she doesn't flip scum have Toaster NK Imp. Simple.

Tell me more, NQT, about why you view Toaster as certain Town or harmless 3rd party?

[notquitethere]

If he's a survivor then it doesn't matter- his best bet is to kill scum. It's not possible for him to kill everyone. Given Persus's flavour claim he's most likely a hunter. He's not scum as that would be ridiculous. But if you doubt it, and that's not unreasonable, then go with your plan to have him target Tiruin.

[Toaster]

Here's how I see this playing out.

I don't see a flaw with this.


Shorten.

Oh yeah!  Reminds me.  I never chased Tiruin or Toaster for their flavor.  Thing was, I couldn't think of anything that might be in their flavor or not that might give me any clues at this point as to if my Wincon needs them dead or not (earlier in play that would -not- be the case) - and hopefully we're really close to the end of the game so we're about to see everyone's actual PMs.  So for anyone wondering, that's why I didn't chase that - I do chase flavor as a rule.

It's pretty short- I come from a long line of monster hunters, and was trained by my father as he was trained by his, etc etc.  I know how each kind of monster fights and the proper way to take out each one.

[Tiruin]

Shortening it is, then. NQT..I like how you remained calm (yet ranted, though the feelings are understandable) and really like Max.

..Also I'm really wondering what the basis is on your avatar and the hooded man in that nice pixelated art there.

Oh yeah!  Reminds me.  I never chased Tiruin or Toaster for their flavor.

...My flavor is actually lacking. I tell you the truth here.

N1 - ...Flavor-flavor. I did in a flavor action. I read a nice book on light and sound. Then slept.

N2 - I went sneaky sneak sneak towards where Persus was staying, and then conjured an illusion which would lead straight to ToonyMan's house - instead of anywhere else from the path of the door forwards.

N3 - I move over to Toony's house, making sure I'm in the shadows as I do so and construct an illusion that paths itself to Persus' house.

I have not detected anything wrong with any of my doings upon result.


Imp - Something I note in your plan.

This plan doesn't test me - and I don't see any way it could - as I have no way to 'control outcomes'

But it does. That scenario leaves out if you are scum. If you are scum, you can stabbity stab Toaster and frame someone else, though I'm preferably sure that if I'm following those lines--I can't redirect Toaster on the path to his own house..

...Or probably I can and receive pretty amusing flavor given how the limits of my will go.

It's pretty short- I come from a long line of monster hunters, and was trained by my father as he was trained by his, etc etc.  I know how each kind of monster fights and the proper way to take out each one.

Y'know, this can pertain to the RL thing here. You were a monster hunter in Supernaturals prior.

[Tiruin]

more than welcome to look at my complete spreadsheet of all the cases in the game so far

Google.
*seethes*
Why do you make me pull up my years-old account. :I
Now I'm wavering on wondering to wish to see whats in it or register a new one!
*shakes fist and pouts*

[Mephansteras]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
notquitethere: Imp, Toaster, Persus13, Tiruin
Tiruin: notquitethere


Day has been Shortened. It will end at ~12 Noon Today (About 3 hours).

[Imp]

Imp - Something I note in your plan.

This plan doesn't test me - and I don't see any way it could - as I have no way to 'control outcomes'

But it does. That scenario leaves out if you are scum. If you are scum, you can stabbity stab Toaster and frame someone else, though I'm preferably sure that if I'm following those lines--I can't redirect Toaster on the path to his own house..

Either I or Perses could use a kill if we have one in the plan I have outlined.  Toaster -has- to use a kill (his claimed power) but no one should die from it and it'll be known if he doesn't (that's a test - proves he has the power... not that I actually believe he doesn't, but it is a test); Tiruin is forced to use her claimed power or die because she could not or would not (thus testing that Tiruin actually has the power, and proving she does or not - more importantly, it forces her to -not- use any other power, like the Scum kill IF she has it - note this does nothing to prove that she is Scum or not, her most rational path of action is identical no matter her alignment);  Perses's claimed power is also tested, and as Toaster said if it was a never-before-seen one shot and he isn't a knight then he doesn't make it, otherwise he is re-proved as a knight (but the goal in using him as the redirect-to target is to 'safely eat' Toaster's kill - allowing us to talk this through on D5 instead of putting a lot of power in one player's hands).

Tiruin actually has the most power in this set up, but because she should be able to control Toaster's kill target and because she should die if she doesn't, and because we have only one target who can eat that kill and not die, we know if Tiruin does indeed follow the plan.  I'd consider going off the plan on anyone's parts to be an indication that someone's anti-Town (for example, if Perses reports he was not attacked N4, then either Perses is lying or Toaster is... that nicely narrows the field.

What I meant when I said it doesn't test me is that plan doesn't do anything to prove that I'm a Fortune Teller.

The plan also leaves both Perses and myself 'free' to take any night action we can do.  I intend to inspect Tiruin, not from suspicion but because she'll be the first Illusionist ever inspected in an S game.  That's valueable data for future S games and though I really hope there ISN'T a N4 because D5 is going to be challenging to figure out...  I am going to be glad to have a night action to take that will add meaningful data to the collection of known information about S games (repeated investigations don't do anything but prove if a role's result could possibly change for different games or different roles of the same name - note that Witch probably is a role that can give more than one class of results - a witch with an investigative power (the one known Lone Witch) may not give the same classification as a witch that is a mason.

Good luck everyone!  I sure as heck hope we don't have to play through D5.

[Imp]

more than welcome to look at my complete spreadsheet of all the cases in the game so far

Google.
*seethes*
Why do you make me pull up my years-old account. :I
Now I'm wavering on wondering to wish to see whats in it or register a new one!
*shakes fist and pouts*

It's information is extremely similar to the information which NQT has already discussed in the thread.  The format and lay out is different, being a spreadsheet, but there's nothing that I spotted that was out of place, weird, appeared to prove NQT innocent, or appeared to make NQT appear more likely to be Scum.

[Mephansteras]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
notquitethere: Imp, Toaster, Persus13, Tiruin
Tiruin: notquitethere


  Your discussions over, you all feel the compulsion come over you again. Each in turn steps forward, and calls out their vote.

  notquitethere's name hangs in the air.

  He steps forward Calmly. "I have hidden nothing from you, friends. I remain a loyal Priest of our gods, and it is to them I now go. I wish you luck this night. Save our town from Evil!"
 
  He sits on the floor, and then slumps over.
 
  A great and Sonorus voice echos throughout the hall. "You have done well, my servants. Through your efforts I have awoken, and shall lead my people back to great glory!"
 
  The room begins to shake. The onlookers cry out in fear as great cracks appear in the wall. The shaking grows in strength, and people begin falling over.
 
  Imp, the Fortune Teller stumbles backwards and is caught by one of the guards.
 
  Persus13, brave Knight though he is, cannot stay on his feet and falls to his knees, clutching the floor.
 
  Tiruin and Toaster, however, have no such difficulty staying on their feet. In fact, they don't seem to feel the shaking at all. They watch, smiles on their faces, as the facade of the wall crumbles. Behind the marble is a darker, older stone. Stained with ancient soot, you can see the face of the Old God carved into the stone. Its eyes stare out at all of you, a deep purple light emanating from them.
 
  As the shaking stops the crowd bows down in obeisance to their returned god.
 
  The voice speaks again, this time clearly from the face on the wall. "Tiruin, my faithful Charismatic Cultist, I commend you on your leadership. You have done well, and you shall be rewarded for your hard labors."
 
  "Toaster, Monster Hunter, though you joined our cause a bit late you have still done well for us. You will serve as a sign of Strength for our people! A reminder of what they once were, and what they will be again!"
   
 
  In the years to come this once peaceful and rich kingdom took up arms in conquest, as their ancestors had done so long ago. One by one the surrounding lands would fall, and fires of Sacrifice burn bright once again.



And that's game. Ended slightly late because my boss took the group out for lunch.

I do apologize for the Charismatic Cultist slipping in. I really had thought that it'd shown up before, especially since it has been in the role list ever since the first game. It's a rather nasty role to have in a game where people aren't expecting it as a possibility.

This game also brought home to me that a rule change I've been pondering needs to happen. Namely, that Monster Hunters can never be truly Converted. So the conversion attempt on Toaster should have killed him instead. But since I was specifically avoiding changing rules this time...we ended up with a very nasty situation for town starting from Night 1 onwards. Although, to be fair, I had balanced the game assuming that either the Exorcist (Jim) or Warlock (Toony) would be the one converted. The Monster Hunter being the first person needing replacement was a bit of extra bad luck for the town.


Cult Chat

Spoiler: Role PMs (click to show/hide)

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------- Cult ----------

Culture shifts over time. Views change, customs shift. Even religion becomes twisted from its original form. So it was with the religion of this land. A younger god rose to prominence, and the elder fell into disgrace. His name besmirched, his rites no longer practised. For far too long has this being tolerated such disrespect. But no longer. The three of you can feel his power, his anger. It is up to you to set things right.

And to do that, you must shed blood. Each night you must attempt to capture and sacrifice one of the townsfolk that stand against you. When the power of this new order is shattered, then shall the old arise again. And you shall reap the benefits of being his true followers.

Tiruin - You are a Charismatic Cultist, and the one who drew the others into your confidence. You who dusted off the ancient tomes, and spoke the forgotten truths of your faith. Once during the game you may choose to attempt to convert the target rather than sacrifice them. Note that you must be the one to approach them for this to work. With the ancient power behind you, there are few who could possibly resist such an offer.

Caz - You are a Priest whose eyes have been opened to the perversion of your faith over the years. It is just and right that this ancient being be brought once again to the forefront of the pantheon. By virtue of these ancient powers, you may attempt to resurrect a dead player once during this game. There is no guarantee that it will work, but if it does you could gain a new ally. One properly loyal to your cause.

Max White - You are a Knight. Long fed up with the weakness you see in society, you've longed for a way to return your people to their former strength. You see this return of the old god as the perfect way to regain your old strength, and with it perhaps new glory. You are strong and well-trained in combat. You cannot be night-killed by any normal foe.

In addition, the three of you have a secret form of communication that allows you to speak in safety away from the prying eyes and ears of others.

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Cmega3    Town    Witch

You are a Witch, practitioner of an ancient and now mostly forgotten religion. You still wield some power though, handed down over the ages. You may place a Watchful Eye Ward over the door of any one player once during the game. Once it has been placed you will then learn of anyone coming or going from that location for the remainder of the game. Placing the Ward requires going to their house, but after that you will learn everything from your own house.

--

Imp    Town    Fortune Teller

You are a Fortune Teller, a skilled diviner who can read runes in order to investigate the Role Type of another player. While you will not learn the exact role, you will learn if they are Killer, Protector, Watcher, Changer, or Survivor. As a Magical ability, this role does not require that you leave your house.

--

Jim Groovester    Town    Exorcist

You are an Exorcist, trained in the dangerous art of banishing demons and other such foul creatures from the underworld. Once per game you may perform an Exorcism on another player. If they are a Demon or Devil, they will be instantly removed from the game. However, if your target is anything else the attempt will be wasted.

--

kleril/Toaster    Town    Monster Hunter

You are a Monster Hunter, part of a long line of Hunters. Trained by your father as he was trained by his, you have learned the ways that the various beasts and evil beings fight, as well as the ways to defeat them. Each night you may choose to Kill another player. But choose wisely, for innocents will die to your blade as surely as any monster.

--

Nerjin    Town    Dreamwalker

You are a Dreamwalker, gifted with a strange ability to visit others minds as you dream during the night. Each night you will dream, and each morning you will wake up remembering the actions that they took that night, though you will not know who's mind you visited. This ability requires no action on your part.

--

notquitethere    Town    Bumbling Priest

You are a Priest, blessed with power by the gods. Once during the game you may attempt to resurrect a dead player. How successful you are depends on how strong your connection to the gods truly is, but there is no way to know ahead of time.

--

Persus13    Town    Knight

You are a Knight, a skilled warrior pledged to defend the town. You are immune to any normal Night Kill attempt against you.

--

ToonyMan    Town    Warlock

You are a Warlock, a magician who dabbles in the spirit realm. Each night you may choose to commune with the spirit of a dead player, allowing you to PM them during the night phase. Doing so requires visiting their grave, but you cannot be prevented from doing so by any means.

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 1 (click to show/hide)

Caz
  You make your way silently to the Temple of Death during the darkest hours of night. However, when you arrive Nerjin's body is gone. It seems you will have to wait for another to fall before you can use your gifts.

--

Imp 
  You cast the runes, your mind focused clearly upon Caz. The runes fall thus - Rain, Wind, Leaf. Caz, it seems, is a Changer. You sit back and ponder this revelation.

--

Toaster
  As night falls over the town, you gather up your weapons. Whatever monsters are out there, it is your duty to find them and eliminate the threat from the town.
 
  And this night...Persus seems the most likely Monster to be hiding amongst you.
 
  You make your way over to his house. There is faint light coming through the window, a candle by the hearth. But no signs of movement inside. You deftly snap the lock on the door and make your way inside.
 
  A heavy silence hangs over the room. Your instincts are on edge. Your quarry is aware that it is being hunted.
 
  A sound from behind, a flash of movement from the edge of your vision. Years of training snap into motion as you parry the blade with your own, turning to face your attacker.
 
  Persus has a grim look on his face. The look of one who is not afraid of Death, yet has no intention of meeting it yet.
 
  You circle one another, blades licking out. Iron clashes again and again, rasping as the blades slide along each other before swinging out for another blow.
 
  The two of you seem well matched. Too well matched, perhaps. You take a risk, a lunge where he would have expected a slash. And are rewarded with a line of fire along your side as your own blade passes harmlessly through air. You dodge another blow, but you get a distinct sense the you will not win this fight.
 
  Better to leave, to rest. You can Hunt again tomorrow night, if you live. If you die here you do the town no good.
 
  Kicking a chair at Persus to slow him down you slip out the door and vanish through an Alleyway. You pause, waiting for him to follow, but all you hear is the door slam as he closes it.
 
  You sag against the wall, your hand pressed against your side. Sticky, wet, and throbbing with pain. You should live, but this wound will slow you down.
 
  A soft voice startles you from the darkness. "You fought well. But not well enough, Toaster."
 
  "Who are you?" You demand, raising your blade to the night.
 
  "Someone who wants to help you." Says Tiruin, as she steps forward from the shadows. "You are hurt. I can help you. Come."
 
  Warily, you follow. She seems to mean well, and in truth your wound does need tending.
 
  You follow her to a large house, where she sits you down. As she cleans the wound, she talks. She speaks of old gods. Old traditions. Times when your people were stronger. Renowned in the land for your valour in combat, for your victories. And as she talks, you see what it is she means. The newer gods are weak, indolent. They are a reflection of a weaker people, grown soft on the fruits of their forefathers labours. Your ancestors knew of strength. A strength you will need to fight the true monsters of the land. But for that to happen, the Old Gods must rise again. You must tear down the rotting facade of this civilization and help Tiruin and the others rebuild it into one you can truly be proud to be part of.
 
  You have joined the Cult of the Old Gods
 
  You now win with them, and have access to the Cult Chat

--

Nerjin
  Your spirit floats in a warm void, nothingness surrounds you, but it is a comfortable nothingness. You are content, awaiting the spirits who shall guide you to the gods.
 
  Then there is light. Faint, and yellow, and below you. You look down, and you see the spark of a candle. It draws you down. In. The flame flickers...
 
  You gasp for breath. Your lungs burn as bolt upright, life rushing once again through your veins. It takes a while, but you shake the cobwebs off of your mind. You are in the Temple of Death, sitting upon a Marble table reserved for the newly dead as they are prepared for burial.
 
  Candles sit around you, and sweet incense fills the air.
 
  It seems you have returned. But you know not how, or why. You do seem to be yourself, though, with nothing different or damaged. You slip off, back to your house. You can only wonder how people will respond tomorrow to your resurrection.

--

notquitethere
  You slip through the town as night falls, making your way to the Temple of Death. There you find Nerjin's body, laid out in state and awaiting the dawn when the priestesses will prepare the body for burial.
 
  But this time, you know, that does not need to happen. You take out some candles, specially prepared and sanctified, and the sweetest of incense. You arrange the candles in a precise formation around the body, and light the incense. You chant the chant of Life. The words of Breath, and Blood, and Spark tumble from your lips in a plea to the gods.
 
  Your mind fills with a bright light, and a peace comes over you. The ritual is a success. Even now, shallow breathing has returned to the body. It will take a bit of time, but he will live.
 
  And you must return to your house. The streets are not safe, and you would not wish to be caught here.
 
  As you lie down in your own bed, a nagging doubt remains in your mind. The body lives...but will Nerjin be himself when he rises? You can never be quite sure, with rituals like these.
 
-- 

Persus13
  The instincts of a true warrior are never wrong. You feel danger on the air tonight, a danger that will not find you lying asleep when it comes.
 
  You set a single candle near the hearth, grab your sword, and sit down in a shadowed corner of the room out of view from the door.
 
  Time passes, but any true soldier can wait in readiness.
 
  Eventually, you hear a click as the simple lock is burst. The door creaks open, and you ready yourself to attack.
 
  A masked figure enters, a sword in one hand held ready as it scans the room.
 
  You attack before the figure sees you. But whoever they are, their instincts are good. They block the blow, and spin around to face you.
 
  You circle one another, blades licking out. Iron clashes again and again, rasping as the blades slide along each other before swinging out for another blow.
 
  The two of you seem well matched. But then your opponent makes a mistake. A risky lunge that, if it had hit, would have killed you. But you simply dodge out of the way and score your own strike, a slash to their ribs. A gasp of pain and you opponent falls back a bit. They seem to focus more on defense, now, and favor that side. Suddenly a chair is kicked your way and your assailant takes advantage of your distraction to dash out of the door.
 
  Well, good. Even if they aren't dead, at least you got out of the attack in one piece. You slam the door shut and bar it with a table.
 
  You doubt they'll be back tonight, but you keep your sword close by your bed. Just in case.

--

Tiruin

  You head off to Toaster's house to speak with him. Perhaps you can convince him to join your cause. He seems a reasonable sort, and you're pretty sure you'll be able to make him see how going back to the Old Traditions would make your people stronger.

  You find him, but he is heading off from his house. Curious, you follow him. He makes his way to a house, and enters it, sword drawn. Interesting.
 
  You watch through a window as Toaster and another figure fight one another. Blades clash and hiss as they battle. Toaster does well, but eventually takes a wound and needs to retreat.
 
  Hmm. An opportunity.
 
  He ducks down an alleyway and sags against the wall, his hand pressed against his side. You softly call out to him. "You fought well. But not well enough, Toaster."
 
  "Who are you?" He demands, raising his blade before him.
 
  "Someone who wants to help you." you say simply as you step forward from the shadows. "You are hurt. I can help you. Come."
 
  He seems cautious, but he follows you.
 
  You lead him back to your house and sit him down. You gather healing supplies and start to clean his wound. As you do so, you talk. You speak of old gods. Old traditions. Times when your people were stronger; Renowned in the land for your valour in combat, for your victories. You show him how the newer gods are weak, indolent. They are a reflection of a weaker people, grown soft on the fruits of their forefathers labours. Your ancestors knew of strength. But for that to happen, the Old Gods must rise again. He nods as you speak of tearing down the rotting facade of this civilization and rebuilding it into one you can truly be proud to be part of.
 
  By the time his wounds are dressed, you can tell his is firmly one of you. You bid him good night, and leave him to sleep.
 
  You smile as you head off to your own bed to rest. How much easier will all of this be, with a Monster Hunter on your side?

Spoiler: Night 2 (click to show/hide)

Cmega3 
  You awaken in the night to a hand coming across your mouth. A foul stench fills your nostrils, and you black out.
 
  Some time later you awaken again. Dim lights flicker around you, and harsh incense fills the air. You try to move, but your hands and feet are bound.
 
  A shape appears above you, hazy in the dim light. A knife glints in the air above you. You try to scream, but your mouth is gagged as well.
 
  The dagger comes down. Hot pain, a terrible warmth, and then a cold darkness follows.

--

Imp

  You cast the runes for Max White. The tumble to table, and you lean over to look at them. Cup, Bread, Cloth. Simple things. He must be a Survivor.

--

Jim Groovester
  You sneak off to Nerjin's house, a satchel of specialized gear in your hand. If he has come back wrong, perhaps you can correct the error.
 
  However, when you get inside you find that you are too late. Nerjin has been slain, again. This time by some sort of blade, evidently, as his back is slashed wide open. If he was some sort of monster, he's dead now.

  You quickly return to your home, in case his attacker is still around.

--

Toaster
    You slip through the night over to Nerjin's house. The door is locked, but you manage to pop it open fairly easily. As you stride into the bedroom, sword drawn, your prey bolts upright on his bed. His eyes grow wide with terror when he spots you and leaps up and races towards the window. As he tries to open it you spring forward and slash down at him. The blade parts cloth and flesh with equal ease, and Nerjin gives a gasp of pain. He reels off to the side, eyes wide with shock. After a moment he sags back against the wall and then crumples to the ground.
   
    Easily done.

--
               
Nerjin 
    Your dreams are muddled nonsense this night. Clearly, you have walked into the mind of someone deep in normal sleep. You return to your own dreams after that.

    But then something snaps you out of them. Something...is wrong. You hear a soft tread of boots in your house. You bolt upright, your eyes growing wide as a masked figure with a drawn sword comes walking into your bedroom. You scramble out of bed and rush over to the window. No way out except through here, if you can open it in time.
   
    But your panicked fingers slip off of the claps as you fumble with it. Just as it starts to open you feel a horrible pain erupt all along your back. You stagger to the side, your mind descending into shock as fire pulses along your back. You collapse onto the ground. Darkness follows the nausea and pain, and then nothing at all.

--               
               
Tiruin
   You find Cmega3 asleep in his bed. Capturing him is as simple as clasping a hand over his mouth and using some rather unusual herbs to knock his senseless.
   
   Getting him back to the Temple is a bit slow, since he's rather heavy, but you manage. Once there you begin your preparations.
   
   First, he is bound and gagged. Can't have the sacrifice wandering off, after all.
   
   You then set several special braziers of incense burning. A bold incense for a properly bold diety.
   
   The others arrive as you begin the prayers. Your voices lift softly into the night, praising the Old God and promising him the renewed power he so deserves.
   
   At the climax of the ritual you raise up the dagger, and you smile in pleasure as you see the fear in his eyes. The Old Gods deserve the fear of lesser beings.
   
   The knife slashes down, and the ritual is complete. You feel a rush of power, and a low thrumming throughout the chamber. The god is pleased with his servants.

Spoiler: Night 3 (click to show/hide)

Imp

You focus your thoughts upon ToonyMan, and cast the Runes. Raven, Moon, Power. A Watcher, certainly. But what kind?

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Jim Groovester

  You awaken to the sound of boots in your room. Startled, you bolt upright. You get a brief glimpse of white teeth glinting in the moonlight before something collides with your head, and everything goes dark.
 
  When you come to, you are strapped down to something cold and hard. Stone perhaps? Hard to say, since you can't really see much. Low torches flicker around, and there is the scent of a harsh incense in the air.
 
  Chanting comes from all sides around you. There is a glimpse of movement, and a glint of metal above you. You try to scream through the gag in your mouth, but all that comes out is a muffled whimper as the curved blade of an axe comes down. Then all goes black.
 
  --
 
Toaster

  You find your prey walking through the streets of the town. He looks lost in thought. You slip up quietly behind him. He notices your presence, but a bit too late to do anything about it. Your blade slides between his ribs just as he turns. He gasps in pain and sinks to his knees. You kick him off the blade and watch his death throes. It doesn't take long.

--

Tiruin

  With a merry skip in your step you make your way to Jim's house. The lock is sturdy, but this time you brought a little special vial with you. A quick drop and the lock dissolves with an acrid stench.
 
  The door swings open with a faint creak, and you slip inside.
 
  Jim is asleep in his bed. You try to sneak up on him, but your foot kicks an errant cup. He bolts upright, and with little time to react you smack him upside the head with your bag. He slumps over, unconscious.
 
  Dragging him back take a while, but fortunately he doesn't stir until you've gotten him properly tied down and gagged.
 
  He does awaken, as you would hope, during the ceremony. He struggles a bit, but can't move much.
 
  This time you have chosen an old weapon, a battle axe once owned by a famous general of your people, to perform the sacrifice with. Seems fitting, as you work to bring back the god that general worshiped.
 
  It chops off his head with a satisfying thunk.
 
--

ToonyMan

   As night falls you take a trip down to the crypts to see Nerjin's tomb. There you will be able to pierce the veil and commune with his spirit.
   
   The conversation is, perhaps, a bit short.
   
   As you walk back to your house you feel a presence nearby. You turn to look behind you, and gasp in pain and shock as a sword is thrust between your ribs. You sink to your knees as a masked figure looks down at you. He kicks you over and you feel the horrible scrape of metal on bone as the blade draws free.
   
   Your last sight is of the stars as the world fades to black.