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[Toaster]

Can we extend until Soli makes up his mind?  This can't go no lynch.

[Mephansteras]

All right, day is extended to ~5pm Pacific Thursday

[JanusTwoface]

I want to know if I'm right...

*goes back to being dead*

[Solifuge]

No need, I'm just about there.

For the most part, I wanted to see your responses to my speculation... to see what assumptions you were basing your logic off of, how you approached it, and how much you thought about how you appeared to others. Toaster is focusing on analysis and trying to prove why Eduren is scum, while Eduren is appealing to emotion and trying to suggest why he is town (or even 3rd party that is "not a threat" to town). It's a weak sort of argument- more commentary and suggestion than argument- which casts him in a scummy light.

Toaster's redirection targets have been a bit strange to say the least, and he's also been guilty of sidelining, and defending players on multiple occasions (including Toony, who flipped scum). Defending players isn't usually a sensible behavior for townies, unless you have strong convictions about them, usually through hard evidence, which you shouldn't have had. As a parting question, Toaster: had the though that you, as an Illusionist, could have redirected a Scum Suspect to themselves occurred to you? How would you feel about a no lynch, given that?

[Solifuge]

Anywho, Eduren it is. Lets see if I did it right.

[Archangel]

May I comment please Meph?

[Mephansteras]

Not until I do the final write-up. Which I'll do later tonight, I need to run out for a bit.

[Solifuge]

Hmmm... I can read the implication between Archangel's words.

Ah well. We shall see!

[Eduren]

Sorry guys. Can't wait to the dead chat.

Anyway, good job Toaster, you played one hell of a game.

[Archangel]

No dead chat for Supernatural. People can come back from the dead, and that would just get broken.

[Eduren]

I figured he could have made it once I rezzed Lonewolf.

Oh well, I bet you guys were yelling at me in your heads though.

[Mephansteras]

  Eduren walks up to the gallows on his own, and places the noose around his neck. He then turns.

  "I am no monster, no cultist, no enemy of this barony or its people. But I am a failure. My faith...my faith was weak, and I failed in my duty to you. I wish I could have been better. I wish I was the Priest that you deserved and not the one you got. So now I go to atone for my sins, and for my failures. Farewell, and may the heavens look kindly on you."

  Toaster walks up to kick out the stool from under him, muttering something under his breath as he goes. As he gets close, however, he pulls a dagger out from inside his shirt. Eduren gasps in surprise and pain as the dagger plunges into his heart.
 
  Strange green sparks flicker and flow along the blade, and as Toaster turns you see an eerie glow emanating from his eyes.
   
  "And that is the last I needed." he smiles. A cold smile. A collective shiver runs through the crowd, and everyone steps back.
 
  "Damn you!" growls Solifuge. He snatches a sword from the numb hands of a nearby guardsman and rushes forward.
 
  Toaster raises the dagger, and a bolt of green light blasts Solfuge in the chest. He staggers and drops to the ground, gasping for breath.
 
  "It is useless", Toasters voice changes, growing deeper. "The ancient one returns, and you shall all be its slaves!"
 
  He steps forward, and places his boot on Solifuge's back. You hear bones snap as he presses down. The green light from his eyes is growing brighter.
 
  "He returns!" he shouts. "And...you...shall...serve....me" His voice echos throughout the square. He steps off of the shattered Knight's corpse, and strides forward. The light glows all about him now, and his form is a shifting, blurring mass.
 
  The sky darkens, and the sun shifts from yellow to green. The crowd screams, and runs.
 
  The laughter of the Ancient god follows after them.



Congratulations to Toaster! Well played!

Hopefully everyone enjoyed the flavor.

[Mephansteras]

Cult Chat: http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/9ZMF7HZqKat4v

Spoiler: Roles (click to show/hide)

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Roles
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Cult:

Years ago the three of you gathered in Org’s house. He had discovered signs. Signs of power,    fof an elder being trapped long ago.

And you delved into these secrets. And you learned.

And you spoke with it.

And it spoke back. Promising power beyond your wildest dreams, if you only you would set it free.

And so, for the past few years, you have begun learning what is needed to set it free. And now you are ready. All you need is blood. A simple thing, and in plentiful supply here, as long as you can remain uncaught.

Each night one of you will go out and capture a victim to sacrifice.

Org (cult)
    You are a Fortune Teller. By reading Astrological signs, Tarot cards, and delving into meditative trances you can peel back the layers of the universe to view the truths hidden from view. Your power is difficult to control, however, and can only give you glimpses of the truth. Still, it is enough to learn what others cannot. Each night you can view another player and gain insight into the type of role that they have. You will learn if they are a Killer, Protector, Watcher, Changer, or Survivor.

Toaster (cult)
    You are an Illusionist, able to bend light, sound, and shadow to your will. Each night you can redirect another player, sending them where you will.

ToonyMan (cult)
    You are a Sexton, charged with the maintenance of the town’s graveyards. You will be informed if any of the graves are disturbed during the night, although you will not know who did it.

You have devised a secret language that allows you to speak to one another unnoticed by the rest of the town: http://www.quicktopic.com/44/H/9ZMF7HZqKat4v
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Archangel (town)
    You are an Illusionist, able to bend light, sound, and shadow to your will. Each night you can redirect another player, sending them where you will.

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Diablous (town)
    You are a Priest, spokesman for the Heavens and intermediary between the people of this town and the gods. Once per game you may perform a miracle during the night, and bring one of the fallen back from the dead. If your faith is pure, they shall rise and be as they were before they died. If it is sullied, or you make a mistake during the rites, the results may be less than pleasant.

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IronyOwl (town)
    You are a Sage, steeped in knowledge and wise to the hidden things of the world. You will be able to use your knowledge to piece together what foes oppose the town.

Clues:
1) Dark tidings have cloaked the skies in the past few nights. The stars align in dire patterns, and the constellation named the ‘Gates of the Underworld’ glimmers in the southern sky.
2) A sigil found scratched upon a wall gives you pause. Copying it down, you look through various scrolls of knowledge. It seems to be an Elder sign, one of binding used to keep dark gods at bay.
3) The night air brings a wafting of scent through your window. The smell of a fresh grave, the rotting of flesh, and an odd hint of rosemary. Searching through your library you find a passage that links rosemary with a ritual used to raise a Ghoul from the dead.

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JanusTwoFace (town)
    You are a Wizard, a powerful spell caster. You have long guarded the town against malign threats, and you shall do so again in the days to come. Each night you can Protect another player, saving their life should someone attempt to slay them.

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Jokerman-EXE (town)
    You are a Sexton, charged with the maintenance of the town’s graveyards. You will be informed if any of the graves are disturbed during the night, although you will not know who did it.

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Lonewolf I (town)
    You are a Warlock. You have trained long in magic that skirts the boundaries between life and death. In your studies you have learned how to speak with the dead. Each night you may visit a grave and speak freely with the one buried there. Because of your skill in magic, you cannot be blocked or redirected from this action.

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Mr.Person (town)
    You are one of the town’s Guard. Each night you may choose to stand guard outside of another player’s house. You will then prevent anyone from getting to them and prevent them from going anywhere during the night.
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Pandarsenic (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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Solifuge (town)
    You are one of the Baron’s Knights. You are skilled with arms and armor, and are capable of holding your own in a fight. You cannot be night killed by any normal foe.

Spoiler: Night 1 (click to show/hide)

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Night 1
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Archangel  Town  Illusionist  Send Lonewolf to Mr.Person  Casts Illusion

 You move carefully across town, sliding from shadowed ally to shadowed ally until you reach Lonewolf’s house. There you construct an elaborate illusion to send him off to Mr.Person’s house instead of any other place he would go should he step outside.
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IronyOwl  Town  Sage Gets hint   

 The night air brings a wafting of scent through your window. The smell of a fresh grave, the rotting of flesh, and an odd hint of rosemary. Searching through your library you find a passage that links rosemary with a ritual used to raise a Ghoul from the dead.
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JanusTwoFace  Town  Wizard  Protect IronyOwl  Protects

 You carefully take watch outside IronyOwl’s house, weaving wards of detection and protection around it. Fortunately your protection was unneeded, and he is left in peace.

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Mr.Person  Town  Guard  Guard Solifuge  Guards   
 You take position up outside of Solifuge’s house. No one shall enter or exit this building!

 And none try. The night passes uneventfully.
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Pandarsenic  3rd  Ghoul  Eat Org's Body  Dies

 You slip outside of your house. The smell of dead flesh is in the air, and a fresh corpse awaits you. You can almost taste the delectable flesh on your tongue already. It’d be a bit better if it had time to sit for a bit, but it’ll do as it is.

 As you wind your way to the graveyard you hear a snapping of twigs from a nearby bush. You stop, and turn, sniffing the wind. The smell of the living fills your nostrils, and you sneer in disgust. But as you step towards the bush you are surprised as something flies out towards you!

 A Net!

 You thrash and struggle, tyring to rip the ropes apart. But they are strong, weighted at the ends and rubbed with pitch so the ropes stick to your flesh and bind you further. A figure in a dark cloak grabs hold of you and drags you to the ground.

 Hissing and thrashing you try to escape, but it is no use. The figure only pauses to wrap tighter bindings around you before dragging you behind him.

 Eventually you find yourself in a crypt in the graveyard. Strange green-flamed torches burn along the walls. With a grunt your captor heaves you onto a stone block in the middle of the room. He withdraws a book and mutters strange sounds. Echos of ancient magic blur the line you straddle between life and death. The discordant rhythm setting your teeth on edge.

 You curse at him. Spittle flies from your mouth as you vow horrible punishment.

 The figure continues to chant, ignoring you. Out of the corner of your eye you see another figure enter.

 Dark shapes loom over you, and there is a glint of metal in the flickering torchlight.

 A flash of light, a tearing sound, and the line you walk becomes a chasm.

 Your soul falls into the void.

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Toaster  Cult  Illusionist  Send Eduren to Mr.Person  Illusion, confused
 You move carefully across town, sliding from shadowed ally to shadowed ally until you reach Eduren’s house. There you construct an elaborate illusion to send him off to Mr.Person’s house instead of any other place he would go should he step outside.

 That done, you head off to the graveyard to join ToonyMan.

 He has already started the ritual, and as he finishes the chants you pick up the ritual dagger.

 The figure on the stone, Pandarsenic, curses and spits. Vowing vengeance. Fool, as if he will be in any position to stop you.

 You silence him with a thrust of the dagger. The blade flares orange for a moment, a great breeze full of the scent of the grave swirls up in the room and extinguishes the torches. Then all is silent. In the darkness you note to yourself there there is a strange scent of rosemary lingering in the air.

 But it is done. You dump the body in an open grave, cover it, and head off for the night.
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ToonyMan  Cult  Sexton  Kill Pandarsenic  Kills

  You set out to capture Pandarsenic. His blood should make a fine sacrifice.

 As you move out from the graveyard you hear the shuffling of feet on the round, and a strange muttering sound. Moving close along the hedges that line the road, you hear Pandarsenic muttering to himself as he moves near the graveyard. What luck! No one else is around this time of night, so no one will hear his struggles!

 As you ready your net to throw a twig cracks beneath your feet. You hear the muttering stop, and decide to throw before he has a chance to do anything.

 Up and over the hedge flies the net, and you hear cursing as Pandarsenic attempts to free himself of its bonds.

 You rush around the hedge and grab the net, pulling him down to the ground. After binding him with some rope you start dragging him deeper into the Graveyard.

 Eventually you make your way to the crypt you’ve set up as a sacrificial alter. You heave the struggling figure onto the alter and pull the grimoire out of a secluded nook in the wall.

 Ignoring his curses and promises of vengeance you begin to chant. The words of Elder magic tumble from your tongue as you promise the dark god that you shall free him. You promise blood and souls to him, to weaken the bindings.

 The chant drones on, and it soon feels as if the words are not so much being spoken as being pulled from your lips.

 While you finish the chanting Toaster arrives and picks up the ceremonial dagger. Pandarsenic curses even louder, but Toaster silences him with a quick stab of the dagger. The blade flares orange for a moment, a great breeze full of the scent of the grave swirls up in the room and extinguishes the torches. Then all is silent. In the darkness you note to yourself there there is a strange scent of rosemary lingering in the air.

 But it is done. You dump the body in an open grave, cover it, and head off for the night.

Spoiler: Night 2 (click to show/hide)

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Night 2
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Archangel  Town  Illusionist    Redirect Solifuge, but redirected to Jokerman-EXE’s instead.

 Once again you set off into the night. This time, however, your steps take you towards Solifgue’s house. Once there you construct an elaborate illusion to send him off to Jokerman-EXE’s house instead of any other place he would go should he step outside.

 As you finish up your illusion, however, you detect that something is wrong. You probe the surrounding area with your magic, and discover that you yourself has been trapped in an illusion! You quickly work to unravel it, but whoever cast this is skilled and it takes you quite some time. When you finish unraveling the magic, you find yourself standing outside Jokerman-EXE’s house yourself. Strange.

Unfortunately, you don’t have time to head back to Solifuge’s house, so you simply head home to ponder this new development.
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Eduren  Town  Sinful Priest    Raise Lonewolf from the Dead  Demon Possessed

 You carefully make your way to the graveyard. The holy ground is peaceful as you walk over it, the low fog and light drizzle muffling any sounds. Carefully placing your lantern on the ground you exhume the body of Lonewolf I from his resting place.

 Once that is done you place the body on the grass nearby. You anoint his head with oil, and walk around the body sprinkling holy water across him and the ground. The circle complete, you pull out a sheltered candle and light it. You spend the next few hours in prayer, kneeling in the damp grass while you exhort the gods to return this innocent to life.

 As the sky lightens to dawn a stray beam of light peaks out from over the trees and alights on his forehead. His body suddenly spasms, and he breaths in a great gasp of air. You have succeeded! After carefully ensuring that he does in fact live, if still in a deep sleep, you gather up your items and depart. You have preparations to make before the day’s trials, and looking like you’ve been out in the mud would probably cause undue attention to you.
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IronyOwl  Town  Sage     

 You spent the night attempting to read the starts for portents, but the cloud cover is too thick. Eventually you give up and go to bed.
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JanusTwoFace  Town  Wizard    Protect Mr.Person  Blocked
 
  You attempt to leave your house once the sun has set, but you find your way barred. “Sorry, sir, but it’s for you own protection. No one enters or leaves this house tonight!” comes a muffled voice from outside.

 While you appreciate the sentiment, you can only hope that Mr.Person does not need your assistance tonight.
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Jokerman-EXE  Town  Sexton     

 You awaken and do your regular check of the graveyard. To your dismay, you find that Lonewolf I’s body is missing!
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Lonewolf I  Town  Warlock      Rises as a Demon

 Your soul floats in the void. With nothing to mark its passage, Time seems at a standstill. But at some point you see a shimmering gate before you.

 Curious, you head towards it. There you see a shimmering bridge, heading back to the world of the living! You’re not sure who could have performed such a miracle, but you are deeply grateful.

 You begin the long walk along the bridge, a sense of energy and purpose filling you as you march along.

 But then, you sense something wrong. A dark presence looming over you. You spin around, but see nothing.

 Cautiously, you turn back to resume your journey, only to find a great Demon looming over you. It give a great bellowing laugh and hurls you from the bridge.

 As your soul falls back to the void, you curse that demon with all of your might. But it is no use, the last thing you see if the Demon going to the end of the bridge. It disappears, taking back the body that is rightfully yours. The bridge shimmers and fades, and you find yourself alone in the void once more.

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 You have been resurrected, but the ritual was flawed and a Demon was able to take the body instead of your original soul. You are now a 3rd party, and you win when all other players are dead. Each night you may select a player to kill. Your demonic power is such that you cannot be Blocked or Redirected, though your targets can still be protected.

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Mr.Person  Town  Guard    Guard JanusTwoFace  Guards/Blocks, Dies

 As the sun sets you head off to JanusTwoFace’s house. Once there you bar the door and set up guard outside.

 A muffled question comes through the door. “Sorry, sir, but it’s for you own protection. No one enters or leaves this house tonight!” you respond, and a muffled “Very well” comes back through the door.

 Dusk fades to true night, and little has happened. You yawn, thinking that perhaps tonight will be another quiet night. Another night where you failed to protect the right person. Then you hear a sound behind you. You whirl around, sword at the ready, but a swinging club cracks you in the side of the head before you have time to properly react.

 You stagger and fall to the ground. Shaking your head you start to rise, but a foul-smelling rag is thrust over your mouth. You gag, unable to breath. After a short while, the world goes black.

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 You awaken in a strange, small chamber. Green-tinged torches flicker on the walls. You try to move, but you have been tightly bound and gagged.

 Two figures stand in the room, chanting. They are robed, with deep cowls that prevent you from seeing who they are. But you what they are...cultists. And the dagger in the hands of one of them gives you a chilling clue as to their intent.

 You struggle, trying in vain to break your bonds. You try to speak, but with the gag your curses come out as nothing but muffled gunts.

 After an agonizingly long time the cultists end their infernal chanting, and the one with the dagger raises it over you. Your death is, at least, mercifully swift.

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Toaster  Cult  Illusionist    Redirect Archangel to Jokerman  Redirects
 As the sun sets you head out over to Archangel’s house to set up your illusion. You take your time with it, carefully crafting the illusion so that he won’t even realize that he’s at Jokerman-EXE’s until it is too late.

 Finally, pleased with your work, you head off to the graveyard to join ToonyMan.

 You find him inside the Crypt, his latest captive bound and gagged upon the stone, and either asleep or unconscious. A red welt is visible on Mr.Person’s head, and blood is smeared on his ear.

 “You didn’t hit him too hard, did you?” you ask.

 “Nah. He’s tough. Didn’t even go out when I cracked his skull. Had to cover his mouth with the bogroot rag to knock him out.”

 “Ah.” You shrug and pick up the dagger as ToonyMan opens the grimoire and begins his chant.

 At some point during the ritual Mr.Person awakens and starts thrashing around. You try to suppress a grin at his muffled curses, but you’re not sure you succeeded all that well. But the words of the ritual are still pulled from your lips, and all feels right.

 As the ritual comes to a close you plunge the dagger down into his heart. A surge of power flows through you and out into the night, leaving you feeling drained.

 And it is done. You dump the corpse in an empty grave, cover it, and head home.
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ToonyMan  Cult  Sexton    Kills Mr.Person  Kills

 You head out just as dusk falls. You first head by Mr.Person’s house, but you find it empty.

 Pondering this, you sneak off through the streets. It takes a while, but eventually you find Mr.Person standing outside some house. You slip through the shadows and come up from around behind him.

 You take advantage of a long yawn to strike. You step forward, and even though he hears you he cannot react in time. Even as he turns around you club cracks him in the side of the head.

 He staggers and stumbles to his knees. But he’s not unconscious, and slashes at you blindly with his sword.

 You rush behind him and pull out a rag soaked in bogroot. The pungent smell is usually enough to knock out even the strongest of men, and Mr.Person proves no different as you clap it over his mouth. After a few long moments of him struggling and you barely managing to avoid being sliced up by his sword, he falls unconscious.

 You strip him of his weapons and bind him tightly before dragging him off to the Crypt.

 Once there you tie him tightly to the sacrificial stone. Pondering for a few moments, you decide to gag him as well. No need to listen to his curses or pleas for mercy. They’d just disrupt your concentration.

 As you finish you preparations for the ritual Toaster joins you. He looks down at the unconscious body on the alter.

 “You didn’t hit him too hard, did you?” he asks.

 “Nah. He’s tough. Didn’t even go out when I cracked his skull. Had to cover his mouth with the bogroot rag to knock him out.” you reply, as you flip through the grimoire for the correct ritual.

 “Ah.” He shrugs and picks up the dagger.

 You begin the chant. The Elder words flow through you, tumbling off your lips. As they had the night before, the words begin to have power of their own. Soon they are no longer being spoken so much as using your mouth as a vehicle to enter the world.

 As you bring the ritual to a close Toaster plunges the dagger into Mr.Person’s chest. He gasps as a dark red glow surrounds him, and then fades.

 The ritual is complete, and the dark one has more of the blood he needs to fuel his escape.

 The two of you grab up the body and toss it into an empty grave, which you then cover.

 As you head back to your hut you notice that Lonewolf I’s body has been disinterred. Strange.

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 3 (click to show/hide)

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Night 3
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IronyOwl  Town  Sage           
 The sky clears as the sun goes does, and you eagerly watch as the stars begin to twinkle in the night sky.

 Your mood chills, however, when you see that Mars has aligned at the center of the Gates of the Underworld. A dire sign, foretelling demonic powers loose upon the world.

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JanusTwoFace  Town  Wizard        Protect Lonewolf I  Protects, Dies                 

 As dusk settles you prepare yourself for an excursion. You will not let Lonewolf face the fate that Mr.Person met!

 Once out of the front door, however, you feel a sense of dread. Something dark stirs in the night. Before you can truly process this information, however, you hear a whistling sound. Then, all goes dark.

 Your mind begins to return, dragged back by the sound of a man chanting.

 You awaken, bound and gagged, upon a stone of some sort. Torches, glowing with an unnatural green fire, flicker along the walls of this low stone room.

 Above you looms a dark figure, dressed in black robes. His face is shrouded in darkness, and in his hands you see a forbidden grimoire. Dark magics dealing with ancient gods best left forgotten.

 You attempt to speak, but the gag is tied firmly. You can only watch in disgust as dark magic flows through the cultist, the words of power pulled from his lips by invisible tendrils of power. He knows not what he deals with, and you sense that even in victory he shall pay the ultimate price for his dabbling.

 If only you could work some magic. Move your hands...speak...anything! But, no, you are trapped.

 The chant comes to a close, and he sets the book down. You watch helplessly as he picks up an ensorceled dagger, the blade glowing a sickly orange to your Wizard’s eyes.

 He raises the blade above you, and plunges it down.

  Orange and Blue sparks erupt along the blade as he struggles to penetrate your defensive wards. Power crackles through you, sending your nerves ablaze.

 You scream in unison, him in rage and you in pain, as ripples of energy radiate out from the point of the dagger.

 With a final, thunderous blast, the world is engulfed in darkness.

 Your soul, ripped from your body, slips quietly into the void.

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Toaster  Cult  Illusionist        Kill JanusTwoFace  Kills

 As night falls you slip out and head off to JanusTwoFace’s house. Using your magic, you move undetected from shadow to shadow.

 Once outside his house you pull out your cudgel and wait.

 Soon, the lights in the house dim and you hear footsteps approaching the door. Janus steps out, and before he can react you slam the cudgel into the back of his head.

 Pulling out a length of rope you quickly bind him and throw him over your shoulders. It takes a while, but fortunately he stays unconscious as you make your way back to the crypt.

 One there, you tie him down to the alter and gag his mouth.

 That out of the way, you finish the rest of the preparations for the ritual.

 Once again, you begin to chant. The words flow from you, first dropping from you mouth as if escaping, until at the end it seems they are being pulled from your mouth. You are a vessel of great power! And that power will reward you!

 Your mind singing the praises of the Bound One, you pick up the dagger and stride over to the victim.

 As you plunge the dagger down, great sparks of Blue and Orange flare up around the blade! You are stunned, as the blade stops an inch from his chest.

 Something is protecting him!

 Something strong....but not strong enough. You push down with all your might, the dagger slowly creeping down towards his heart as sparks fly.

 He screams in pain while you scream in rage. Great ripples of energy begin to flood out from the tip of the dagger as you push it down even further.

 Finally, with a great thunderous crack, you break through. The dagger plunges into his heart, a great wind swirls around the room, and you are hurled backwards to slam against the unyielding rock of the Crypt. Coughing, you stagger to your feet.

 It is pitch black, the torches having gone out at the culmination of the sacrifice.

 You’re not sure what happened, or why. Groaning in pain, you light one of the torches and look around.

 The body lies on the alter, lifeless, with blood streaming down the sides. A success, at least, if not as easy you’d have expected. The dagger is still in his heart, smoke seeping from the edges.

 You gingerly pull it out, pleased to note that it is undamaged.

 It takes longer than usual to clean up the room, but finally you dispose of the body and head off to bed.

Spoiler: Night 4 (click to show/hide)

IronyOwl  Town  Sage          Dies   

 You sit at your window, staring up at the stars. Mars still looms bright and red, and a shiver runs down our spine at the sight of it.

 Turning, you head over to your desk and pull out a few scrolls. There are portents in this, you are sure of it. Perhaps you can divine the truth. That the mark is demonic there is no doubt. But what sort? What does it mean?

 Flipping through the scrolls you find a tantalizing clue. It seems that Demons can sometimes possess the bodies of the restless dead.

 Sitting back, you ponder this.

 You are broken from your reverie by a creaking board behind you. You start to turn around, but then something cracks against the side of your head and all goes dark.

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 You awaken in a strange dark chamber. Green light flickers from the edge of your vision, and above you stands a figure shrouded in dark robes. In its hand it holds a large dagger. You struggle to move, but your body is bound. You try to scream, but your mouth is gagged.

 The dagger flashes downwards, and you feel the cold bite of steel in your chest. There is pain, and shock, and then the world passes into darkness again as your soul drifts off to the void.

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Lonewolf I  3rd  Warlock now DEMON    Raised (was Lynched Day 2)    Kill Solifuge  Is fought off     

 The time has come. The time when you will once again feel the wonderful rending of flesh beneath your hands. Hear the screams of the dying. Taste the glittering essence of human lifeblood.

 Yes. The time has come to hunt once again.

 As night falls over the town you creep out and make your way over to Solifuge’s house. As you get closer you can smell the scent of the living exuding from it.

 Yesss.

 You snap the simple lock off of the door and make your way inside. The inside is dark, though that is no problem for you demonic vision. The shapes are simple black and white, but you can see it all clearly.

 Making your way through you follow the sound of Solifuge’s heartbeat. The rhythmic thumping drawing you closer. You long to end that beat. To hear it stutter as death takes him.

 As you draw near the door of the room he is in you hear the heartbeat increase in pace. Perhaps he has heard you? Perhaps he trembles in fear at the unknown horrors of the night?

 The door crashes open, and Solifuge charges out with a scream. You are bowled backwards as he slams a shield into your chest.

 Rolling, you come to your knees as he swings a long blade down at you. Cursing, you leap to the side. With a snarl you lash out with your fist, and wood splinters under your blow as his shield cracks. You barely dodge another wild swing of the sword, and your counter-attack smashes the shield in half.

 Warily you circle one another. Then, with a hiss of frustration, you leap at him. Hands outstretched and glowing with demonic power you rush to rip the life from this pest. But as you move he turns and thrusts out his blade.
 
 Cold steel punches through your chest, and you can feel your powers draining from you at its touch.

 Gasping, you lurch backwards. Clutching at your chest you turn and flee.

 Better to escape, now, then to risk death.

 His time can come later.

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Solifuge  Town  Knight          Attacked, lives

 You are awakened by a cracking sound. Your instincts ablaze, you roll out of bed and grab up your sword and shield. Pausing by your door, you listen intently as the intruder enters the house.

 Heavy footsteps thump in the hallway, drawing closer.

 Steadying yourself you tighten your grip on the handle of your sword and take a deep breath. Then, as the footsteps get close, you slam open the door and rush out with a battlecry on your lips.

 There in the hall you can barely see a humanoid shape, two glowing orange eyes like floating points in the darkness. Your shield slams into the fiend, sending it tumbling backwards.

 It rolls backwards and springs up to the side, just in time to avoid your blade. It curses, the voice grim and guttural, and you just manage to bring you shield up in time. Wood splinters as a large chunk breaks off under the blow.

 You swing again, but it ducks and slams another blow into your shield. The wood shatters, cracking down the middle.

 Discarding the shield you circle your foe, both hands on your blade.

 It hisses, and rushes at you. Orange energy flickers along its hands, and only your years of training keep you from breaking. Muscles move of their own accord, and you shift into a standard guard position. The tip of your blade is aimed perfectly, and you feel a shock as steel slides into flesh.

 The creature screams and jerks backwards, clutching at its chest. It gasps, a horrid gurgling sound, and flees from your house.

 If that were a normal man, he’d have been dead on the floor moments after your sword struck him. Puzzled, and a bit worried, you see about fixing your damaged door.

 You get little sleep that night, as you wonder if your attacker will return.
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Toaster  Cult  Illusionist        Kill IronyOwl  Kills

 You wait until darkness has fallen sufficiently before heading off. Using your magic you shroud yourself in shadows and slip unseen through the empty streets.

 Eventually you find your self at Irony Owl’s house. The door is unlocked, and you slowly open it.

 Inside the house is dark, except for a small bit of light escaping from one of the rooms. You quietly creep down the hallway and peer inside.

  Hunched over a few scrolls is your prey. After a bit of muttering to himself he sits back in his chair and stretches. Obviously lost in thought, he remains oblivious to your approach.

 You slide into the room and pull out your truncheon. A creaking floorboard betrays your presence, but you manage to crack him in the head before he can do more than turn a bit.

 After binding him you make your way back to the graveyard.

 Once inside the crypt things go fairly easily. The chant is easier now, the words burned into your mind so that you barely need the grimoire at all.

 He opens his eyes right at the end, and you watch them fill with fear as you plunge the dagger into his heart. His body convulses as the blade slides in, but nothing strange happens this time. Just blood and death.

 You clean up the area and hurl the body into the waiting grave.

Spoiler: Night 5 (click to show/hide)

Archangel  Town  Illusionist        Send Eduren to Solifuge  Nothing happens, dies 

 You head off, shrouded in magic. You slip from shadow to shadow, unseen, until you reach Eduren’s house.

 There you silently erect a careful illusion to send him off to Solifuge should he try anything this night.

 As you finish up the spell you are stunned by a quick blow to the head. You collapse to the ground, fighting to remain conscious. But it is no use. The last thing you hear is “Got you!”.

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 You awaken in a dark chamber. Torches with strange, green flames flicker along the walls. You try to sit up, but you find that you are gagged and bound.

 You can only watch helplessly as a robed figure steps over you with a long dagger in hand. He speaks strange words, chilling and otherworldly. The chant seems to go on forever, scratching at your mind.

 It is almost a relief when the dagger plunges down to your heart

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Toaster  Cult  Illusionist        Kill archangel  Kills

 Shrouded in illusion you stalk towards Archangel. You can sense magic being worked, and you hone in on it. Through the ether you can see the subtle bending of light and shadow.

 You slip around a corner and find him adding the finishing touches to his illusion. You quickly step forward and crack him on the head while he’s still distracted.

 “Got you!”  You gloat as he slumps down to the ground. With a smirk on your lips you bind him and drag him off to the graveyard.

 The ritual is effortless now. You can feel the power of the dark god inside you. The words tumble forth without any thought, and all you feel as you plunge the dagger into his heart is a rush of power.

 Soon the old one shall rise again. Soon you shall be immortal, and it will be you who rules over these lands!

 Soon.

[JanusTwoface]

Bleah.  I had a strong feeling that it was Toaster.  Of course it doesn't help anyone if I'm dead...