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[Luckyowl]

Lucky, if you actually think Vector and I are scum, like you have for the entire game, then you aren't paying attention. In order for us to both be scum, either IcyTea31 is scum or some really convoluted series of steps happened that still point to you being scum.

Your Devildeal was done before the Convert.
I don't think it is both Caz and Tric.
You accepted that you were roleblocked by a Vampire that never existed.
You did the kill Last Night.

@Tric: Persus13 is clear because they are a Witch.

If you aren't scum then Vector is scum with someone else. But I find that hard to believe. I am for certain you are DM and Vector is the convert.

You speak about there has to be convulted steps for the both of you to be scum? ...but you tried to get me lynch over a superfiacial flavor kill...have you even took the time to consider that there wasn't a second kill? Either way, town need to overlook my town play mistakes and notice that the scum isn't the one who is acting scummy it's always someone who is hiding underneath your nose! If I'm wrong about Vector and Web then it has to be Persus and Caz. Don't let yourself be fooled by logic! That's what the mafia wants you to think so they can make you vote me off then TricMagic then next day!...with that out of the way I'll gladly walk up the gallows. Town, try to outguess the scum.

[Caz]

Don't let yourself be fooled by logic!

That's REALLY not a problem that people are having this game.

[4maskwolf]

Lucky.

I already did the explanation on why Vector can never be a wolf.

Vector can never be a wolf.

If you want to save your wolfy hide, find someone else to go after.

[Caz]

Shorten

[Luckyowl]

I already said my pick. But I'll switch my vote onto Web this time. His reason for if I flip town then Vector is town sounds like he know I'll flip town and is only saying that to cover Vector from lynch then on day 5 lynch TricMagic.

Webadict

[Luckyowl]

Also, I'm no supersaint. Just a regular priest.

[Mephansteras]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
Luckyowl: 5: 4maskwolf, Caz, TricMagic, Vector, webadict
webadict: 1: Luckyowl


Day ends ~5pm Pacific Wednesday. There are 4/8 players voting to Shorten. 6 votes needed to Shorten the day.

[4maskwolf]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
Luckyowl: 5: 4maskwolf, Caz, TricMagic, Vector, webadict
webadict: 1: Luckyowl


Day ends ~5pm Pacific Wednesday. There are 4/8 players voting to Shorten. 6 votes needed to Shorten the day.

5 shortens. web lucky tric 4mask caz.

[Mephansteras]

You're right, I somehow missed Lucky's shorten vote.

[Persus13]

Lucky Shorten

[Mephansteras]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
Luckyowl: 6: 4maskwolf, Caz, Persus13, TricMagic, Vector, webadict
webadict: 1: Luckyowl


The Count just nods grimly at your decision to cut another Trial short. After all, you found a Demon last time. What shall you uncover today?

The votes are cast, nearly all for Luckyowl.

They bow their head in prayer as the lights around you dim and the runes glow brightly around their neck. But even years of service as a Priest cannot prepare one for such torment. Their screams are, at least, mercifully brief.

The Count looks over the black marks around Luckyowl's neck. "I fear you were wrong today. Our good Priest here was loyal to us to the end."

He gestures to the entrance of the tent.

"Return to your homes. The Trial shall continue in the morning. May the gods look after you all.



Night has fallen. Send in your actions!

[Mephansteras]

Another dawn. Another pull from the Binding. The Trials await.

You arrive and mill around a bit. Vector and Persus13, however, do not arrive.

Your hearts sink. This can only be bad news.

The Count enters. He looks worn, and tired. You doubt he’s slept much this week. He Looks around, and then begins to speak.

“So few left. I fear we are failing. Last night Vector was burned to death. Though they were a Warlock, it seems they were on our side. And Persus, another of the Coven Witches, was also slain. His body dismembered and partially eaten. I...do not know who would do such a gruesome thing.”

“I do.” Webadict stands up. He makes some strange gestures with his hands, and stretches. The orange runes of Binding glow brightly on his neck for a moment, and then explode outwards from him.

“Enough of this farce. Your Binding magic is weak. Your gods are weak. You are Weak. And today I take my rightful place as ruler of these lands!” The Dark Magus clenches a fist in front of him and dark purple runes begin to float in the air around him.

The Knight TricMagic rushes towards him, dagger in hand. The Magus simply waves a hand and runes encircle the brave warrior. He screams in terror and collapses to the ground as they bind with his flesh.

Moments later he rises to his feet. His eyes glow with an unearthly purple light, and he takes hold of IcyTea. The dagger at his throat the Sexton puts up his hands in surrender.

The Ghoul 4maskwolf grabs onto Caz’s shoulder and shoves the Dreamwalker back into her seat. “I wouldn’t do anything rash, friend. I’m in a good mood this morning, and you really don’t want to ruin that.” She nods, and folds her hands in her lap.

The Count opens his book, and frantically flips through it searching for some magic that will aid him.

Webadict intones a Word of power, and the book is ripped from the Count’s hands and flies over to its new Master.

The Magus casually opens it to a precise page and invokes the runes within.

The Count screams in horror as he is drawn into the book, locked into the ink and vellum within.

Webadict then looks around. “Well. That went well. Time to inform the rest of the land who their new ruler is.”

He gives a grim chuckle.

“And then the real work can begin.”





And that's game!

A bit unusual to end at 3-town 2-scum, but there was just no way for town to win mechanically at this point. Even if you guessed exactly who was who, no matter who you voted for the game would end with a Magus victory in a day or two.

Turned out to be a very interesting game! I hope everyone had fun.

Spoiler: Role Pms (click to show/hide)

Webadict - Dark Magus

Humph. Portents and warnings.

It seems that the gods finally seek to stand in your way. Fine. It shall do them little good. A Dark Magus of your power and bloodline will not be stopped by such toothless beings. Let them write your deeds in the sky. It shall only make your final victory all the sweeter!

These lands shall be yours, as it should have been by right years ago!

As one of the most powerful practitioners of dark arts, you have many powers at your disposal. Each Night you may select one of the following.

Kill a Player (Counts as a Scum Faction Kill - No limit)
Make Yourself unkillable for a night (2 Uses)
Convert another player (1 Use - Gains the ability to use your Faction Kill, you will gain a Quicktopic when this is done)
Cast the Rune of Calamity - if the target player gets lynched they kill a random player when they die, except you. (1 Use)
Roleblock another player (2 Uses)
Inspect another player to see their Alignment and Role (2 Uses)
Give Yourself another vote for the next day phase (2 Uses)
 
In addition, you have the Ward of Undeath already cast, which can bring you back from Death. It will only work once, however.

You win when all other factions are eliminated or unable to prevent your victory.

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4maskwolf (other)

    You are a Ghoul. A strange, twisted being that exists on the border between life and death. Your mind has been warped by the constant pull of these forces, and you only find release in the death of others.

   Each night you may either choose to Kill another player or Consume a dead player. If you Consume a dead player your next Night Kill will be powered by dark magic, and you will be unstoppable.

  You win when all other players are dead.

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Jim Groovester (other)

You are a Devil, here to seduce the folk of this town into surrendering their souls for power. Each night you may select a player to Offer Power to. You may offer them one of the following powers:
    o One-shot Night Kill (or an unblockable night kill if they have a normal one)
         o One-shot Protection
         o One-shot Role-block
         o One-shot Investigation of a player's Role and Faction
         o One-shot Redirection

How you wish to phrase the offer is entirely up to you (all, some, or only one of the options). You can grant any of those powers, although only one per person. If the player accepts, then you gain their soul and they gain the power.

  The offer is made through me, in order to hide your identity.

  Once you have 3 souls you win, taking all of those who souls you took with you back to the hells.

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Coven

You are Coven Witches. The two of you practice an ancient and forbidden religion. While it gives you no special powers, you do have a secret language that allows the two of you to communicate with one another without others being able to notice.

You are town.

Secretdorf  (town)
    Coven Witch

notquitethere (town)
    Coven Witch

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BluarianKnight (town)
    You are a Dreamwalker. While your dreams are usually meaningless, you will sometimes see the events of the night through another player’s eyes. Each night you will randomly receive another player’s Night Role PM, without knowing who’s pm it is. If that player did not receive a PM, you will have normal dreams instead.

You are town.

--

IcyTea31 (town)
    You are a Sexton, responsible for the care taking of the town’s graveyard. A solemn job, but one you generally enjoy. And, if any of the graves are disturbed, you’ll be the first to know about it.

You are town.

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Luckyowl (town)
    You are a Priest, word of the gods in this town. And, perhaps, a glimmer of hope in these dark times. Once during the game you may attempt to use the rites of the gods to resurrect another player. If you perform the rites correctly, and are pure of faith, you will bring them back as they were. If your soul is impure, or you falter during the rite, the results may be...undesirable.

You are town.
--

Toaster (town)

You serve in the High Temple of the town as a Seer, granted powers by the gods to see beyond the masks men wear. Each night you may inspect another player to learn if they are Benign or Malevolent towards the town.

You are town.

--


ToonyMan (town)

You are a Wizard, a practitioner of the art of magic. While you have generally spent your time focusing on the more esoteric arts and the fundamental secrets of the universe, you do have some useful charms and wards that should prove valuable in these dark times.
 
Each night you may Protect another player, preventing them from dying.

You are town.

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TricMagic (town)

    You are a Knight, sworn to service of the Count. Protected by the finest mail and trained from birth in the arts of war, you are a formidable combatant. You are immune to normal night kills.

You are town.

--

Vector (town)

    You are a Warlock, practitioner of the ancient art of Spirit Calling. Each night you may visit the grave of a dead player and commune with the dead player. This will allow you to freely PM that player during the night phase.

You are town.
--

juicebox (town)

    You are a Dreamwalker. While your dreams are usually meaningless, you will sometimes see the events of the night through another player’s eyes. Each night you will randomly receive another player’s Night Role PM, without knowing who’s pm it is. If that player did not receive a PM, you will have normal dreams instead.

You are town.

[4maskwolf]

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 1 (click to show/hide)

Vector - Warlock

You slip through the town and over to the graveyard, your boots crunching softly through the leaves that litter the ground. An unnatural cold has made them fall out of season.

You find BluarianKnight's grave, the ground still freshly turned and easily found even by the light of the half moon.

You shake the mixture of ash, blood, and bone onto the grave. You chant the words between words, and open your mind the world beyond.

You call out to BluarianKnight.

And in your mind he answers.

Satisfied, you head back to the comfort of your house to continue the conversation. No reason to hang out here, where danger could come looking.

[You may freely PM with BluarianKnight until Day 2 begins]

With the arrival of dawn your connection is severed. Time to once again devote your energies to the living.

--

Jim Groovester - Devil

You slip out into the night and over to Luckyowl’s house. A prime candidate, you’re sure of it.

Yup. First soul is as good as in the bag!
You even rehearsed your speech a bit to make sure you got right.

You quickly sidle up to the house and peek in through a window. They are in there, all right, doing something at a table.

Ok. Quick incantation to dim the lights. Set the mood, right?

Good. Bounce your voice, make it come from the darkness.

"If you give me your soul I can give you some sweet one shot powers that can help you look town to everybody. Your soul doesn't do anything mechanically so it's really me just giving you one shots FOR FREE."

"I can grant you a Night Kill, a Protect for another player, a Role-block, a full Investigation, or a Redirection. You can even use the power this very night, if you wish!"

"Good deal, right? What do you say?" Nailed it!

They simply sling a pack over their shoulder, calmly say “No u”, and head out the door.

No u?.

No u?.

What?

What kind of a response is that? That wasn’t even a complete sentence!

What would that even mean? Sell your own soul? That’s ridiculous.

You just...you just can’t.

You return to your house and munch on a few hot coals. Not bad. No 5th layer artisan, but not bad!

At least you got something decent out of this night. But you’ll have to be more successful on your next attempt. You really don’t want to go back to the bosses below quota!



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Luckyowl    Town    Sinful Priest        Alive        Resurrect BluarianKnight    Offered Power, Refuse,

As you gather up the supplies you'll need to raise BluarianKnight you feel a presence in the room with you.

The lights go dim, and even the candle next to you seems more light a spark in the night than any real source of light.

A voice speaks to you from the inky blackness that surrounds you.

"If you give me your soul I can give you some sweet one shot powers that can help you look town to everybody. Your soul doesn't do anything mechanically so it's really me just giving you one shots FOR FREE."

"I can grant you a Night Kill, a Protect for another player, a Role-block, a full Investigation, or a Redirection. You can even use the power this very night, if you wish!"

"Good deal, right? What do you say?" The voice seems expectant.                     

Foolish creature, as if any priest would accept such a deal. "No u." you speak aloud, and sling your pack over your shoulder. You have work to do.

The trek to the graveyard is a bit panic inducing. Dark forces out, one of which has already tried to steal your soul, and no telling what else may find you before you can complete your work.

The gods smile on you, however, and you reach your destination unharmed.

BluarianKnight’s grave is easily found, the earth freshly turned. They wasted no time in burying him. Pity, in normal times he’d have lay in state for a day or two to give the family time to visit and grieve. But these are not normal times.

Shaking your head to clear it of random thoughts you begin the preparations. Blessed salts and petals of the moon flower are scattered across the earth. A chant for the soul maintained in as low a register as you can manage, so as not to call the attention of the dark forces.

And, finally, a silver mirror places where the head should be buried.

You call upon the Moon, and she answers. A flood of pale light crests over the trees and across the grave.

The earth shivers and moves. A gout of soil sprays into the air.

BluarianKnight’s body now lies on top of the grave. Their chest rises and falls with the breath of life.

Success!

You go to them, gently, and shake them just a bit.

Their eyes open, questioning.

You put a finger to your lips, and help them to their feet.

An unsteady form leans against you and you lead them silently home.

It will take a few hours for their recovery to be complete, so the silence is expected.

Your task complete, you return to your chambers.

You can only hope that all went as intended. But time will tell.

--
       
4maskwolf    Other    Ghoul        Alive        No Action    Converted

You sit at your table, munching on the rotting leg of a deer you found in the forest.

Human would be better. Much better.

But...it’s too risky right now.

Gotta stay hidden. you think to yourself.

Gotta get past all this.

Can’t eat if you’re dead dead.

A light flickers before your eyes

Gotta…

It rushes towards you, exploding inside your skull in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Gotta...find Webadict.

You get up.

Gotta find Webadict

You stagger out the door and through the night.

You find yourself after a bit opening the door to his house. He stands inside, clearly having expected you.

“Ah, welcome my new Minion. So kind of you to join me.”

You kneel before him.

“Yes, my master”. Master? Yes. Yes, this is your master. You will serve him, and with him you will survive. And feast.

He gestures for you to rise.

“Come, sit. We have much to discuss.”

You may now communicate through a magical link with one another.

--

BluarianKnight    Town    Dreamwalker        Dead - Lynched day 1            Revived as Demon

Your soul sat in the void.

Serene. Calm. Quiet.

And then came the eyes.

Glowing slits in the darkness, they clustered around you.

Your peace was shattered. Replaced by unease.

A circle of light forms around you, softly glowing white in the darkness. The eyes stay away from the light.

You are safe.

A doorway opens. You see...your world! Life!

The eyes are between you and the door.

Blast it. Better risking it all now for the chance of renewed life than sitting here in the dark waiting for the light to fade and the eyes to close anyway!

You make a break for it.

The eyes give chase.

You are getting near the door...a spike of pain erupts through your whole being.

Claws dig into, dragging you backwards.

The eyes closest to you turn red. A maw of utter darkness, blacker than even the black that surrounds you opens up below the eyes.

You are dragged in.


You are...BluarianKnight.

Yes.

A portal beckons to you. A portal that leads to a town full of people.

A town full of prey

You head towards the door and go through.

It is time to hunt



You are alive once again, but are now a Demon. Each night you may choose to Kill another player. Your Night Kills cannot be role-blocked or redirected.

You have a new win condition. You win when all other players are dead.


--

IcyTea31    Town    Sexton        Alive        Auto - Check graves    Body is missing

Whistling a merry tune you head out to the grounds to give things a once-over before answering the summons of the Trial for the day.

Your tune dies on your lips.

The grave of BluarianKnight has clearly been disurbed in the night. Dirt flung everywhere, and a mess of indecipherable footprints.

Ugh. What a mess.

You’re not positive what happened here last night, but something clearly did.

--

juicebox    Town    Dreamwalker        Alive        Auto - Dream    Random dreams

You walk through the dreamlands this night, as you do every night. Tonight, they are random and scattered things.

Disjointed.

Unremarkable.

And, ultimately, of no real import.

--
 
Toaster    Town    Seer        Alive        Inspect NQT    Benign

The kettle blows steam high towards the ceiling as you prepare a nice cup of tea.

With the correct blend of teas for proper prediction ,of course.

As you pour the hot water into the cup you cement in your mind an image of Notquitethere. Friend or foe?

The tea is, as always, just a bit bitter. Honey would help, but you cannot properly read the leaves if they have been sweetened. Pity.

As you finish the liquid you stare at the pattern left by the leaves.

The Sun. Benign.

So, Friend it is. Good to know.

--

ToonyMan    Town    Wizard        Alive        Protect Luckyowl    Protects
       
You have decided that Luckyowl needs to survive the night.

So be it.

You spin a web of shimmering magic over your table. From those you rise up an image of Luckyowl.

On that you trace various runes of Protection and Warding.

And, finally, a Rune of Locking. The image crystalizes and then fades from sight.

The Magic will hold, and protect them against all but the darkest of forces this evening. It should be enough. And is, in any case, the most you could do,

You will have to see how things stand in the morning.

 
--

webadict    Magus    Dark Magus        Alive        Convert 4maskwofl    Converts

You search a bit through the shelves in your house. You’ve got a spell for this occasion if you can...just...find it!

You pull out the scroll, carefully enclosed in a case of ebony.

Pulling it out you mutter to yourself as you read through the instructions.

Ah. One use.

Well, best make it a good one.

You head over to the fire, one hand already moving in a dizzying set of gestures. The flames dance and bend, shaping themselves to the image of 4maskwolf.

You speak the words of power. They fill the room around you, and the flames flash through the entire rainbow of colors.

They settle on a dark violet.

Interesting. The color of one already touched by darkness. What secrets are you hiding, hmm? you wonder.

You toss the scroll in, and wait.

...

After some time there is a sound at the door.

4maskwolf opens the door and stares at you with a dazed expression on his face. Bare of deceit, it is easy for you to see what he really is.

A Ghoul? Ah, that explains the color. And a fitting minion for you.

“Ah, welcome my new Minion. So kind of you to join me.”

He enters and kneels before you.

“Yes, my master”.

You gesture at him to rise.

“Come, sit. We have much to discuss.”

You may now communicate through a magical link with one another.

Spoiler: Night 2 (click to show/hide)

==========
Devil Death
==========

The foul magics burned in ways you could not imagine. After all, you're immune to fire.

After an eternity in agony you awaken, groaning, in the shining obsidian halls of the Hellfire Corporation.

You adjust your tie and sigh. So much for that big promotion you were angling for.

You trudge off to the break room to get some extra strong coffee.

You're going to have to do a LOT of paperwork after this.

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  Night 2
========

Vector

Contacting a Devil is a bit different from contacting a ghost, but still quite doable.

You make a strong cup of tea. Bitter and dark and steeped far too long.

You then mix into a few drops of blood from your finger.

And finally throw the whole thing into the fire while chanting his name.

After a short while you can sense his presence on the other side of the flame.

[You may freely PM with Jim Groovester until Day 2 begins. Please remember to CC me on any PMs.]

With the rising of the sun your contact is broken. You may no longer contact Jim Groovester. At least until you recast your spell.


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4maskwolf    Magus    Ghoul        Alive        Teamkill NQT    Kills

Before you head off webadict hands you an ebony rod with what looks like a glowing coal fixed to the tip. He simply instructs you to point it at your target and think burning thoughts at them.

Doesn’t sound as fun as ripping them limb from limb, but you suppose it will do.

You sneak through the town under the cover of darkness and come to notquitethere’s house. The door is locked, so you crawl through an easily opened window instead.

Your target wakes up just as you walk towards them. You point the wand and think of bonfires. You always liked bonfires.

Notquitethere makes a pretty decent one, for a short time. Despite the impressive blaze nothing else catches on fire, though, and all that is left is bone and ash on his unsigned bed.

Neat.

Though you’d have liked to have a bit left over to eat.

Ah, well, you can always grab a chicken from the coop on your way out, you suppose.

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BluarianKnight    Other    Demon        Alive        Kill Toaster    Kills


Night comes.

Good.

Darkness. Darkness is better. The light hurts the eyes.

Now, time to feed.

But who?

Toaster? Toaster works.

Yes.

Stay silent. Stay in shadows.

Door? Bah. Wood will not stop us.

Door is gone.

Human is here. Human is afraid.

Good.

Slam! Smash!

Grab! No escape, prey! No escape!

Crunch.

Prey is still. Good.

Break ribs. Get heart.

Tasty.

Time to go.

Time to rest.

Nasty brands will force us to be in sunlight tomorrow.

When this is done, kill Count for that. Kill Count a lot.


 --
       
Caz    Town    Dreamwalker        Alive            Random Dreams
 
You walk the dreamscape, searching for clues that can aid you against the darkness that threatens the town.

Nothing. Wisps of chaos and fantasy. Scattered scenes and memories of days long gone.

Useless.

You awaken in the morning feeling fretful and frustrated.
 
--
     
notquitethere    Town    Coven Witch        Alive            Dies
   
You awaken in the middle of the night to something being wrong.

You sit up, heart pounding.

There is a foul scent on the air.

And a presence in your room! You can’t see who in the darkness, but there is a faint light in their hand. A torch burned down to embers?

You begin to speak but your lungs feel as if they are on fire.

Smoke billows from your mouth as you cough.

The burning sensation becomes unbearable as it spreads throughout your chest.

The last thing you see is flames bursting up out of your chest.

Then there is darkness.

Cool, blessed darkness.

You have died

--
   


 
Toaster    Town    Seer        Alive        Inspect Vector    Benign, Dies

You prepare the tea once again. Strong and bitter.

Darkness envelopes the town. Both literally and figuratively. You need more information.

Information the tea can provide.

You focus your thoughts upon Vector. Are they friend, or foe?

Ah. The sign of the Moon this time. Benign, then.

You put down the cup and ponder things a bit. How do the pieces fit? And what is the evil that threatens you?

A resounding crash brings you an answer.

Your door lies in pieces, and the dark silhouette that stands in its place fills you with dread.

You rise to your feet.

“Gua~ghk” you begin to shout for help but your assailant is on you faster than you can react.

An impossibly strong hand has you by the throat. You can’t breath!

You kick and punch, but whoever this is seems not to feel any pain.

Two sharp blows from their other hand, however, certainly cause you enough pain.

A wrenching turn combined with a shove with your foot breaks you free.

You scramble towards the door, throat throbbing with pain in time to that in your chest. You’re pretty sure a few ribs are broken.

A new wave of pain erupts from your scalp as your attacker grabs your hair. You’re wrenched backwards, and gasp of pain all you can manage.

There is a wrenching motion. A faint memory of a throbbing crack.

All fades to darkness.

You have died

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ToonyMan    Town    Wizard        Alive        Protect Webadict    Protects
           
You decide that Webadict is most in need of protection this night.

You sit and channel the magical energy of the world through your being, and being weaving the strands.

An image of Webadict rises before you. You layer strand after strand of protection over him, until you are certain he would be safe from harm should it seek him out.

Then, the Rune of Locking to bind the energies into place.

You sit back. It is done, and done well if you do say so yourself.

Now, all that is left is to see what morning brings.
 
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webadict    Magus    Dark Magus        Alive        Cast the Rune of Calamity - Self    Cast

You rummage through your collection of spell scrolls once again, but this time looking for something a bit darker.

There. Inscribed on vellum in the blood of a condemned man. The Rune of Calamity. You spin tendrils of magic from your hands, and lift the rune off the page. It hands in the air before you as you speak the words of power.

The rune floats toward you, and you feel a slight sting as it bonds with the flesh above your heart.

Done. Now, should those fools in town seek to use their Binding against you, you will be able to strike back at them in turn.

You give a bit of a chuckle at the thought.

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 3 (click to show/hide)

Vector

Back to the graveyard, slipping around through town and hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

You find Toaster's grave easily enough. It's the one NOT covered in various evil-warding talismans by the townsfolk. Not that these feeble attempts at magic do much good except to make the commoners feel better.

In any case, you pull out your kit and shake the mixture of ash, blood, and bone onto the grave. You chant the words between words, and open your mind the world beyond. May things go better this night.

You call out to Toaster.

And in your mind he answers.

Carefully, you head back to the comfort of your house to continue the conversation. A solid door and stout walls may not save you, but they're better than nothing.


[You may now freely PM Toaster until the start of the next day. As always, please copy me on all PMs.]

With the first rays of Dawn through the window your connection is broken.

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4maskwolf    Magus    Ghoul        Alive        Factionkill Toonyman    Kills       

Time for Toonyman to die. You gather up your wand and head out after dark.

His house is easy to find, especially since he still has candles lit inside.

You peer through the rough paned glass and watch as he stretches and stifles a yawn before getting up from his table.

You smile, and think that this is a perfect opportunity for a grand entrance.

You back up a bit and take a running leap towards the window, curling into a ball and smashing through wood and glass with a great splintering crash.

Toonyman turns in surprise, but quickly begins some sort of arcane motions with his hands.

The wand you were given is faster, though. Thoughts of fire and smoke fill your mind, and almost instantly Toonyman’s words are choked. He tries to focus, to fight back, but the smoke roiling from his throat make it impossible.

Moments later he erupts in blue flames.

A short while later, all that is left is ash and bones on the floor.

You saunter out the door. What kind of self-respecting murderer would go out the window?

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Caz    Town    Dreamwalker        Alive        Auto Dreams    Gets Toonyman's PM       

You walk the dreamlands again. But this time, you come across a strange door. Opening it, you are compelled inside…

Another night. Another chance to save a life.

If, of course, you can correctly identify who is in danger anyway.

You settle on Caz as a likely target, and sit down to cast another protection spell on them.

The work goes quickly. All this practice is sharpening your skills, if nothing else.

That done you lean back in your chair and stretch, a yawn overcoming you. Tiring days. And the Trials still have a ways to go you feel.

As you get up to start preparing for bed you are interrupted by a crashing sound. You wheel around and see a figure rolling to their feet. Shards of glass and splinters of wood from your window are scattered about them.

Obviously an assassin come to kill you. You begin weaving an attack spell to strike them down. As you do, you see them point some strange wand at you. Pitch black haft with a glowing ember at the tip.

Your words of power are interrupted by a fit of coughing. A burning sensation fills your lungs. You try to mutter a counter-charm, but all that comes out of your mouth is smoke.

The burning sensation is worse. You struggle to breath. To think.

The pain becomes unbearable. You cannot think beyond it.

The world is lit in fire.

Death comes shortly after, and it is a relief.

You awaken with a start. That...that was no dream. You seem to have entered the mind of another for a short time.

Disquieting, being there at the end of such a gruesome death.

But perhaps in there lies knowledge that an aid you.

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IcyTea31    Town    Sexton        Alive        Auto Sextons

You head out to the graveyard and carefully look around.

Sure enough, Toaster’s grave has signs of disturbance. You can’t tell what happened, but at least one person was out here last night.

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ToonyMan    Town    Wizard        Alive        Protect Caz    Protects, Dies       

Another night. Another chance to save a life.

If, of course, you can correctly identify who is in danger anyway.

You settle on Caz as a likely target, and sit down to cast another protection spell on them.

The work goes quickly. All this practice is sharpening your skills, if nothing else.

That done you lean back in your chair and stretch, a yawn overcoming you. Tiring days. And the Trials still have a ways to go you feel.

As you get up to start preparing for bed you are interrupted by a crashing sound. You wheel around and see a figure rolling to their feet. Shards of glass and splinters of wood from your window are scattered about them.

Obviously an assassin come to kill you. You begin weaving an attack spell to strike them down. As you do, you see them point some strange wand at you. Pitch black haft with a glowing ember at the tip.

Your words of power are interrupted by a fit of coughing. A burning sensation fills your lungs. You try to mutter a counter-charm, but all that comes out of your mouth is smoke.

The burning sensation is worse. You struggle to breath. To think.

The pain becomes unbearable. You cannot think beyond it.

The world is lit in fire.

Death comes shortly after, and it is a relief.

You have died.

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webadict    Magus    Dark Magus        Alive        Cast DoubleVote    Casts

You peruse your scrolls for more helpful magic, and manage to come across one that seems promising. The Orater’s Invocation. It will make you more persuasive, and more importantly, it will work even on the magical consensus of The Binding.

You draw a circle on the floor in red chalk, and stand in the middle. After proclaiming the words on the scroll in the most authoritative tone you can manage you then toss a penny away from you. When it hits the edge of the circle it explodes into red dust, which then dissipates.
The effect will last for a full day, so plenty of time to use it during tomorrow’s Trial.

Spoiler: Night 4 (click to show/hide)

Vector

Back again to the graveyard.

Back again to BluarianKnight's grave, now festooned with charms to ward off evil.

You shake the mixture of ash, blood, and bone onto the grave. You chant the words between words, and open your mind to the world beyond.

You call out to BluarianKnight, and feel the connection reestablish.

[You may freely PM with BluarianKnight until Day 5 begins]

You sit in your room, pondering the town’s situation. The pieces of the puzzle are there, you just need to find the solution.

You tense in surprise and horror as a hand suddenly clamps hard around the back of your neck.

You cannot help but yelp in surprise as they lean in.

“Green Tea sends their regards” the figure behind you murmurs in your ear.

“Wha??” Your thoughts race and try and determine what is going on. But then there is a sharp burning pain in your chest.

The hand lets go, and you sense them move back from you.

The pain increases, and you begin to cough.

The coughing increases as your turn around. You try to get at least a glimpse of your attacker, but your coughing has turned into a plume of smoke rising up from inside you.

The pain becomes unbearable.

Your eyes are filled with bright light as your body explodes in fire.

And then everything fades to blessed darkness.

You have died

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4maskwolf    Magus    Ghoul        Alive        Ghoul kill Persus    Kills
       
  Since the Magus will be performing their own kill this evening, you get to do things your way.

A smile on your face and a spring in your step you casually stroll through the deserted streets, flipping a meat cleaver in your hand. Ah, the smell of fear. Nothing like it.

You arrive at Persus’s house and casually kick the door open. He bolts upright in his bed and gets to his feet, fists upraised.

“Oh, got a bit of fight in ya? Nice.” you smirk a bit as you say that. Maybe this’ll be even more fun than you expected!

“I’m not going down without a fight, whoever you are!” growls the doomed man.

You rush forward with a trilling laughter, the blade slashing out.

Persus side steps and lands a blow on your head. Silly human, you gave up pain a long time ago.

You grab his arm with one hand and bring the cleaver down in a savage arc. His severed hand flopping to the floor with a wet thud. He screams in pain and shock.

You shove him backwards and pick up the hand. “Here, let me help you with that!” you toss the lump of warm flesh at him. He yelps and scoots back, clutching his severed stump to his chest.

“Aww, sure you don’t want a hand?” You giggle at your own joke. Persus doesn’t laugh, though.

Jerk.

You stride forward and bury the cleaver in his head. His body collapses like a sack of potatoes onto the ground.

Well. He wasn’t as much fun as he could have been. But no matter. You’ve got a fresh body and a meat cleaver. The night has just begun!


 
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IcyTea31    Town    Sexton        Alive        Auto-Sexton    Bluarianknight's grave is disturbed

  You wake up a bit early to check on the graves before the Trial summons you again. A bit to your surprise, you see that BluarianKnight’s grave has been disturbed in the night yet again.
 
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Caz    Town    Dreamwalker        Alive            Get Vector's PM

You walk the dreamlands again. Things seem...off, tonight. Something is wrong.

A hole opens up below you, and you fall into another's mind this night

Back again to the graveyard.

Back again to BluarianKnight's grave, now festooned with charms to ward off evil.

You shake the mixture of ash, blood, and bone onto the grave. You chant the words between words, and open your mind to the world beyond.

You call out to BluarianKnight, and feel the connection reestablish.

----

You sit in your room, pondering the town’s situation. The pieces of the puzzle are there, you just need to find the solution.

You tense in surprise and horror as a hand suddenly clamps hard around the back of your neck.

You cannot help but yelp in surprise as they lean in.

“Green Tea sends their regards” the figure behind you murmurs in your ear.

“Wha??” Your thoughts race and try and determine what is going on. But then there is a sharp burning pain in your chest.

The hand lets go, and you sense them move back from you.

The pain increases, and you begin to cough.

The coughing increases as your turn around. You try to get at least a glimpse of your attacker, but your coughing has turned into a plume of smoke rising up from inside you.

The pain becomes unbearable.

Your eyes are filled with bright light as your body explodes in fire.

And then everything fades to blessed darkness.

You awaken with a start. Horrible things have happened again.

You’re...not sure how often you can see things like that and stay sane.

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Persus13    Town    Coven Witch        Alive            Dies

You are awakened by the sound of your door getting kicked in. Your heart leaps in your chest, but you roll out of bed and raise up your fists. This might be your last night, but you’re going to make them work for it!

“Oh, got a bit of fight in ya? Nice.” the shadowy figure in your doorway seems almost happy to see you on your feet.

“I’m not going down without a fight, whoever you are!” you growl, trying to sound menacing.

The figure just rushes at you, a trilling laughter bubbling from their lips. In the dim light you can see a cleaver in their hand.

You side step the blow and land a solid wallop to the side of your attacker’s head. They don't even seem to register the attack.

They grab your arm with one hand and bring the cleaver down in a savage arc. You stare in shock as your hand is sliced cleanly from your arm.

You shove him backwards and pick up the hand. “Here, let me help you with that!” you toss the lump of warm flesh at him. He yelps and scoots back, clutching his severed stump to his chest.

The figure shoves you backwards and scoops up the hand. “Here, let me help you with that!” cackles your attacker, and tosses your own hand at you. You let out an involuntary yelp and back up a bit.

“Aww, sure you don’t want a hand?” asks the shadow, who then giggles at their own joke.

This...this is too much. Who is this madman?

You can barely respond as the figure strides towards you. Shock and blood loss dull your reactions, and you can’t move fast enough to avoid the falling cleaver.

There is a flash of pain in your head, and then darkness.

You have died

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webadict    Magus    Dark Magus        Alive        Faction kill Vector (Green Tea sends their regards)    Kills

TIme to end this stupidity. The power of the Binding weakens with every death, and your tests on it indicate that it will soon be breakable.

So be it. You instruct your minion to do some killing on its own this evening. Ghouls like that sort of thing.

As for you, you’ll get your own hands dirty tonight as well.

You slip through the town, cloaked in shadows and silence.

Vector’s door swings open as you approach, a whisper of magic opening your way.

You walk in.

There they are. Sitting there. So smug in their opposition. So foolish.

You stride forward, still cloaked in shadows. You reach out a hand and grab the back of their neck.

Vector yelps in surprise as you lean in.

“Green Tea sends their regards” you murmur in their ear.

“Wha??” Vector only has a moment of confusion before you release them. But already your magic is taking hold within.

Coughing uncontrollably, they turn around.

And look up.

And see only the smoke pouring forth from their mouth.

You turn and head out as the room is lit by a bonfire behind you.

Time to prepare. Tomorrow will be an important day.