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.
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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.
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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 WebadictYou 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.