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ethergar
Aug 06, 2007, 04:12 AM
Intro and rules here. (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=232009)

This is THREAD ONE.

This game is finished. Story is found below, my notes on the game can be downloaded (for now) at this site. (http://www.mediafire.com/?dz19syt4bgm)

All players may read either thread. I hope you had a great game!

ethergar
Aug 06, 2007, 04:12 AM
It was never truly dark in the village. A shadowy form of night-time certainly came, like the Kradh-Ke-zunian clockworks of old, it was perfectly regular. But never was it purely dark. Instead, the village sat in a kind of half-twilight, made ever more disturbing by the persistent glow of the Looking Glass. This night began like all others, a dull pink hue filled the insides of the scattered huts, and the tired, oh so tired, few settled into another restless night. But while the beginning was identical to so many centuries, this night would conclude with a scream that could wake the dead.

It's Sunrise
Day One of the Crisis

The dead, incidentally, also seem to be spry in the wee mornings hours, as the first of the villagers to arrive at the source of the unholy wail was a reanimated skeleton. Both magi and mundane quickly followed though, and soon the entire village stood before the hut of Trammin Kroth. Kroth, a powerful wizard, had led the group since the early days. Little involved in the experiment, he handled more administrative duties. Ensuring there was food on plates, that no one was left behind in the days of the treks across ice flows, teaching the stories of old to the younger magi -- although, now-a-days everyone knows all the stories.

As the villagers crammed into the tight hut, they were greeted with a ghastly sight: a mangled body coated in his own blood. The village healer -- or who was once the villager healer -- pushed through the small crowd to examine the body. After a few moments he called out, “He’s not dead!” By all rights, he should have been, certainly, his neck was torn open, and poor Kroth had bled so much the flow has slowed to barely a trickle, but still, he remained alive. It was the Looking Glass, certainly, that was sustaining him.

But the magic of the Looking Glass had never operated thus before. Villagers had, in the past, been prone to attempting to take their own lives. Even a few times a squabble had resulted in one killing the other, or so it would have happened that way anywhere else. But not here. It had always ended the same before: with a flash of red light the dead rose as if they had never fell. Not a scratch on them. What is different now?

It was the skeleton that found the first clue. Clenched in Kroth's fingers was a clump of hair, as if ripped from his attacker in the struggle, brief as though it may have been. The magi clamored around this evidence picking at it, and holding it up to the dim light. Several minutes later a conclusion was reached: this was the hair of a wolf!

Whispers of werewolves were already in the air as the investigation furthered. One found a set of wolf tracks behind the hut’s back wall. Another supposed the cuts on Kroth’s chest must have come from claws. And his throat, nearly ripped out completely, that could only have come from the jaws of a beast.

The villagers, for centuries immortals in a tight prison they themselves had constructed, found themselves facing a most serious mystery, and a heavy sense of fear, something else that was forgotten for so long and resurfacing. Werewolves were amongst them! But there were no new faces. No mysterious stranger had visited them infecting their own. Could these beasts have lived among them for so long? If so, why had they waited so long?

The answer must lie in the Looking Glass. Surely, if there were unnatural creatures here, they would be as trapped as the villagers. Forced into the immortal cell that softly, harshly, emitted its red glow. Something with their prison had changed. Something that allowed the beasts to strike. And even if in this place death was not allowed, not a single one would seek to turn out like poor Kroth, forced to hang onto existence, in a kind of half-life, comatose yet still feeling the icy pain of death hanging over him.

And, as dawn broke, the village was left to these dark thoughts. There was much to do. A dried sprig of wolfsbane -- what little good it had done -- was found in the corner of the Kroth’s hut. A discussion began that a new leader should be appointed to lead the village in the crisis. Others were attempting to lay claim to the wolfsbane, surely for their own protection. And the most dread task still lay in front of Amurite townsfolk: if they were to survive, they would need to ferret out the traitor in their midst, and execute him.

It's Sunset
Day One of the Crisis

While arguments had flowed from villager to villager through-out the day, who had been marked to face the wrath of the village was decided rather early. The center of the village was one that not all chose to tred, but it was the largest open space, and if a gruesome spectacle was to occur, there was not a better location. Still, many felt that the towering crystal giant was unnerving, as the eerie reflections one could see in the mirrored surface would often send a shiver down the back of the gazer: as if staring into the glassy panels meant facing a distorted picture of yourself: one that contained the worse about each countence.

A large arcane sign of death had been drawn before the glowing monolith, and as the vague sun-like disk began an envitable decent to return the village to the monotonous half-twilight of each night, the populous began to gather. Five magi were selected by chance, poorest chance, to man the sign of the dead; each would channel awful powers into the lay lines that had been carved into the grounds, and work to extinguish the very lifeforce of the target. This horrible fate was one that had not been done since the time of the ice, when one of the party of brave adventurers’ mind had snapped. The horrors he inflicted to his own body were second only to what he had done to the that poor girl -- what was her name? -- and finally the decision was reached his life must end. And it did end, end with the flesh searing from the inside, as the condemned man shrieked unholy howls that could not have been human.

The mood was understandably, then, wary. Many had put the awful exhibition out of their minds many, many, many years ago. Many did not wish to see it performed again. The ritual was complete in both its extinction of life, and the punishment of crime: for the victim was fed the dark energy circling the runes of death, filled with the emotions that is worse in humanity, until it is unbearable. Until they ignite inside. Burning, burning with hate, with pain, with fear, with darker thoughts that are best left to demons, the raw energy sears the face last, giving every onlooker a pristine look at the window that opens into horrors that should never be brought to the world.

“It is time.”

And so it was.

At the center of the perfectly drawn Sihl-Vilis-Arawn -- the Death’s Own Hand -- was brought the condemned. e350tb seemed resigned to his fate, and did not struggle against the bindings they had been secured with (though these are as much as for the safety of the crowd as the marked one. In the age of magic, this rite had been said to malfunction terribly when one had torn from the circle mid-incantation; while the damage already done was too far gone to be reversed, nor could the spell be resumed, and the poor man died over a period of a month and a half: in extreme agony the entire time. Horrific as it is, at least the death brought by a proper ritual was quick).

“Begin.”

The dark lines grew blacker, as is absorbing the light around them. Indeed, the ever constant of the village, the Looking Glass even seem subdued by the dark ritual. e350tb began to twitch, it was truly too late to turn back. The moment a physical reaction was seen, their insides were already molten by the hatred that seared their organs to a black goo. Flailing to the ground, the ritual reached its apex quickly, and suddenly. All was gone.

Just…

Gone.

This was not normal. The lines were gone, the light had returned to normal, no brighter than normal. All turn their eyes to the Looking Glass as it flared a brillant crimson red. When the flash of immense light was gone, the condemned, the markings, even the lashings were no where to be found.

e350tb is GONE! Werewolf or not, he has completely vanished!

Scratching their heads, there is nothing more to do. The assembled disperse, there will be time to discuss these cryptic events in the morning, for now, each return to their abode, to barricade best they can, and ponder what mystery has just occurred in solitude. And hope. Hope that they are not the next target…

Votes as of the end of Day 1:The Magi:
Brisingamen
1 Catharsis LeeksoupFrozen In Icethomas.berubeg
7 e350tb Leeksoupthomas.berubeg
flamingzaroc121 e350tbLeeksoup
4 Frozen In Ice e350tbthomas.berubeg
1 1 merciary e350tbmerciary
Samuelson e350tbFrozen In Icethomas.berubeg
.SinClaire. e350tb
sirtommygunn
Tasslehoff
tuxedohamm e350tbFrozen In Ice

The Mundane:
1 6 Leeksoup CatharsisLeeksoupthomas.berubeg
Splime e350tbLeeksoup
7 thomas.berubeg e350tbLeeksoupthomas.berubeg
truckingpete e350tbLeeksoupthomas.berubeg

The Skeleton:
1 Bono merciaryFrozen In IceBono

The denizens of this small village were not ones who were known for sleeping well. The already half-twilight night caused more than one to have trouble sleeping. The persistent, dull red glow across the walls doubled the trouble. The fact that many were more than a touch mad after all these years of monotony just seeped more difficulty into the heads of those trying to rest. And on top of all these, each villager was deathly afraid. Kroth was a mangled wreck. The hope of flushing out the threat ended in only more questions, and a worry that the beast assaulting the town would pick them next… well… it’s really no surprise that not a single soul got a lick of sleep.

All eyes were glued to their doorways. For some, that consisted of just a fur draped over the portal, and with each artificial summer breeze that wafted past, the animal hide moved, as if to lift up and attack. This only further ruled out the possibility of sleep. All ears strained to hear the ominous thump as a supernaturally large foot crushed the soil under its weight, leaving only a print that others would examine the next day and consult over, but it did not come. Nor was there the scream of last night.

It was just dead silent. An ominous metaphor that many tried to put out of their minds, but still it lingered. The fear, the wondering.

And yet, nothing happened. Or, almost nothing.

Just before dawn, a flash of red light came, a brilliant crimson blast like the one of the previous night. Any who had managed to doze off were certainly awakened. One by one, the village crept out, cautiously to investigate. None wished to be the first to arrive, and find themselves face to face with the cause of that flash.

It's Sunrise
Day Two of the Crisis

What was found was more than a little surprising:
Frozen In Ice was no where to be found. Just as e350tb before him, it was as if he had completely vaporized. But the questions did not end there. Indeed, they only grew. At the edge of the village, just before the tree line that no man may cross, a most peculiar sight awaited the people. Standing dazed, and looking very confused were two newcomers. Or oldcomers, rather, for it was quickly discovered these were not truly new faces. One was woman, the other man, both shared a common perplexed gaze. It took a few long moments before suggested it. “She, she looks like Splime!” And so she did. The villagers lined the two next to each other. Except for the obvious gender differences, they could have been twins. Their heights matched exactly, their hair a direct copy, it was even drawn back on each in the same manner. Their faces differed only slightly, in the absolute minimum that man’s countenance may not be that of woman. The obvious consequence of this discovery was to next size up the man. It took just slightly longer before a confident voice broke the crowd reverie, as if one just solving a puzzle: “Catharsis!”

Finally after much murmuring, the decision was reached that this was a quandary that would not be solved in just a single moment, and it would be best to perform the required niceties and further discussion on this strange turn of events could be held through out the day.

As the illusionary sun rose from its hiding place beyond the treeline, introductions were passed around. The oldnewcomers were katika (Splime’s female copy) and Bullshido (Catharsis’ male copy). The village gave its greetings to these two, and each said their own name (with the exception of Bono, who passed a scrap of paper declaring himself by its accustomed scrawl & doodle), though some sideways glances suggested that trust would not be nearly as easily given as sanctuary.

As the village moved away from the tree line, the red glow of the Looking Glass welcomed them back into the fold, growing brighter the closer they drew to the center of the village. It seemed particularly bright this morning, as if blushing from some hidden embarrassment.

Whatever had occurred, there was important work ahead, and by now, mystery was becoming the norm, quick to be put aside for more important and dire tasks. These newcomers, strange as it was they so closely matched those of the village’s own, were still quite human, and still quite able to help in the struggle against the werewolf.

It's Sunset
Day Two of the Crisis

Trammin Kroth’s condition had been steadily worsening throughout the day. This can be a hard detail to notice when the man was just shy of being completely decapitated. Since the general consensus had been that the Looking Glass was sustaining his life, the closer he was to it, the better chance he had.

As it turned out, if anything, moving Kroth to rest just under the red monolith only slowed the inevitable. Death is a constant of Erebus, and Arawn will have his prize, whether he has to wait a hundred years, or a hundred, hundred years. When the villagers began to arrive at the site of the prior evening’s dread ritual, Kroth was all but gone. The shroud of Arawn was all upon him, as his skin had turned a bluish-grey. The blood still trickled from his neck, as if to defiantly stand against the long night clouding his steadily deadening eyes, but it was a insolence that was weak: like a child’s rebellion against their mother. Sudden and terrible it is, perhaps, but one revolution that folds quickly to the authority of that glare that can only come from a women that went through labor and survived -- no minor feat.

Kroth did not have the luxury of survival. As the village assembled, they watched him give his last raking breath and his life was snuffed out. The cloak moved on, and many felt the chill of death pass over them as the uncaring god passed from Kroth’s broken body back to the underworld, to add to his collection.

The village quieted. Was this the way they would all go now? For surely, disappearings and reappearings are one thing, but this was the face of death they stared at. Tonight’s ritual would bring a life down, the feeling was sure. The mood was one of solemn faces, yet a heavy anxiety hung in the air. A village of immortals forgets the sanctity of life after just a few short centuries. Live hundreds of years, and it becomes impossible to think that people’s lives are cut short in a matter of decades. Some do not even reach a decade. Even reach a year.

merciary would not give them their reverie, however, for he been waiting for them already, in the center of where the Death’s Hand had been drawn the night before. He seemed in a trance, but when he abruptly stood, some turned to face the condemned. Those that did regretted their decision, for his face had a mask of unforgiveness on it. Those that did not soon found their gazes pulled to the sight, for merciary opened his eyes, and light poured forth. This was not the red glare the people of the village had known so many centuries, but a pure, white blast of light. Slowly, surely, and before the dropped jaws of the assembled, the healer’s body decomposed, each crack revealing the same brilliant blazing beams that beaconed from his stern eyes.

Whatever their plans may have been, the villagers would not be able to execute merciary -- he seemed to have that well under control already. But the show was not done. The light began to take a life of its own as it left what was once a body, swiftly becoming a mangled pile of goo and the rays, rather than dissipating into the sky, began to curve around in a fantastic dance. Even the stories of the great illusionists of the Age of Magic could not top the sight of these curving radiant blades cutting through the sky scape that only grew darker as night approached, only made the display ever more impressive.

And as quickly as they had begun their dance, the lights dispersed, as if nothing had ever happened. But with them, they left an illuminating truth: one that every soul there knew to be true down to their most primal of roots: Leeksoup was completely innocent. But it went beyond simply innocent or guilty. Every single person in the village knew his every secret, his every lie (and there were a lot of those…), his every misdeed, and every noble act. The dancing lights had breathed a knowledge of Leeksoup into the crowd that was more complete than they themselves knew of their own person.

<Leeksoup’s Character PM deleted for space: found on page 7.>

Scratching their heads, the village was left a lynch mob ever growing more and more dispassionate to bring a death, the sight of the managed body of Kroth, now a deathly cold, and the remains of what once was a body, but now nothing more than scraps of skin in loose shavings. And even that begin to disperse to the wilds as the winds and scatter from the place merciary had stood only a moment before.

Two things were evident, beyond doubt:merciary was no werewolf and Leeksoup is completely innocent, although he does have some other things to own up to.

In the long moments that followed there was great pauses and longer silences. The villagers had intended to bring down a life today, but those that remained with the mark of execution were each only a single vote, and one of these had been cleared of all suspicions completely (although only because a great many unsuspected suspicions were cleared up at the same moment). After much feet shuffling and quiet deliberation, it was decided much too late to begin anew to pick a new victim this night and the time would be made up the following evening: two villagers will die the next night.

Satisfied with the compromise, the village returned to their huts even later than the previous night. They had escaped having to make a dread decision, yet were faced with a great fear: Kroth had died. Surely, what was once a distant memory was now an icy true reality: immortals no longer, the village had to expect that the one the werewolf picked tonight would be a corpse by morning.

Votes as of the end of Day 2:The Magi:
Brisingamen
Catharsis .SinClaire.sirtommygunnthomas.berubeg
flamingzaroc121 Leeksoup
6 1 merciary Leeksoupmerciary
Nero's fire
Samuelson merciarysirtommygunnthomas.berubeg
1 .SinClaire. merciary
5 sirtommygunn merciary
tuxedohamm merciarysirtommygunnthomas.berubeg

The Mundane:
1 3 Leeksoup merciaryLeeksoupthomas.berubeg
Splime truckingpete
8 thomas.berubeg sirtommygunnthomas.berubeg
1 truckingpete merciaryLeeksoupthomas.berubeg

The Others:
2 Bullshido Bullshidothomas.berubeg
katika merciaryBullshidothomas.berubeg

The Skeleton:
1 Bono merciarysirtommygunnBono

As would be expected in such circumstances, this was another sleepless night. Indeed, a tangible fear hung in the air and each villager was even more terrified than the night prior, for these once immortals had faced the certainty of death, and feared its coming.

As before, the night nearly drew to a close before the attack came. There the similarities ended, however. Unlike the silent strike that cumulated with the red flash of a day before, this one was loud and fearsome. Howls for mercy could be heard as the villagers huddled in their unprotected shelters hoping the fighting would not spread, hoping they would not be next.

It's Sunrise
Day Three of the Crisis

Their cowardly behavior was well rewarded, nearly universally. As the false sun began a laborious climb to the center of the sky, the villagers began to show themselves, and inspect the town for the cause of the last night’s skirmish.

It did not take long to secure the location: Leeksoup’s shack was discovered missing an entire wall, though it was not clear whether the werewolf entered that way, left, or in the midst of the grisly work had accidentally removed a wall or two. The carnage was even more disturbing than that of Kroth, again with the tell-tale signs of a lycanthrope scattered the murderous scene, but this time, the wolf seemed to be invigorated by the scent of death from last night’s exhibition. The claw marks seemed especially deep, as if Leeksoup was ripped apart for pleasure; to hear the screams as the razor-sharp blades slit through the flesh. The bites were also especially vicious, as blood splatters were found as far as thirty feet away from the corpse.

One by one, the village paid their respects to the slaughtered corpse. It was true beyond reckoning that each of them had been lied to by centuries by a great deceiver, but at the same time, each was imbued with such intimate knowledge of his every quirk that they all felt they knew him as a blood relation. But there were grim duties to attend to, and it was not long before the business of the day was brought to order.

Leeksoup was human. His only possession was his ceremonial sword, but this known by all to be worthless. It was left as trash by the werewolf.

This day the stakes were doubly high, as the two highest vote-takers would die at the end of the night. There was also the matter of a string of silver beads found in Frozen In Ice’s possessions that needed to be distributed. Last but not least, the position of mayor still left unfilled, and one could only wonder how the town would survive without leadership, especially against such a ruthless foe.

It's Sunset
Day Three of the Crisis

As the false sun slowly drifts down towards the edge of the tree line, the village begins to file out to the base of the Looking Glass. This night, there are two that have been chosen to die. Standing uncomfortably are flamingzaroc121 and .SinClaire.; their faces show fear, and it is clear that they are not ready to meet their maker.

The magi assemble at the five points of the Death’s Hand, ready to begin their gruesome work. The newly appointed mayor, Splime, stands nearby. As mayor, it his duty to give the final nod to the executioners. He seems as uncomfortable as those condemned, if not more.

But the mayor, as well as those on the cusp of death were about to find their fortunes changed, if only for a short while. Deep in the crowd a voice rings out. “STOP!” The villagers look around, confused. The booming voice is not one they have heard in all their hundreds of centuries. It is strange to their ears, yet somehow magnetic. All activity stops, as the villagers wait for the next words, surely to come. “I ORDER THIS DESPICABLE RITE TO END! YOU! VILLAGERS OF THIS TOWN, RETURN TO YOUR HOMES IMMEDIATELY!

Inexplicitly, they did. One by one at first, then in mass, the entire village just packed up and went home. No one stopped to find the source of the voice, nor questioned why they were obeying so completely. There was merely a charisma in the unknown speaker that could not be resisted, and the townspeople eagerly obeyed the command.

It was not until the light of the sky had long been reduced to the pale half-twilight of night that the enchanting command began to raise questions, and one of the first was why had it not before? But now it was far too dangerous to return outside and complete the night. With a reserved sigh that time was passing with no progress, the frustration of another unproductive day lay heavily on the minds of those that stewed away in their homes, wondering, thinking about that mesmeric command.

The people of the town could do nothing but wait. Wait for the werewolf of their nightmares to strike again. Wait for another day before they could strive to inflict a blow against the monster. They steeled their resolve. Assured themselves they would not be followed by a charm again, and that tomorrow two villagers would die. But, in their heart, they dreaded the waiting, the awful waiting. For these people had waited so long, and now that the end could be just moments away, any more waiting was a terrible crime. It was time for action. Finally… change had come to the village.

Votes as of the End of Day 3:The Magi:
Brisingamen .SinClaire.Samuelson
Catharsis .SinClaire.Samuelson
4 flamingzaroc121
2 Nero's fire
6 Samuelson .SinClaire.Samuelson
3 .SinClaire. flamingzaroc121Samuelson
sirtommygunn
1 tuxedohamm Nero's firetuxedohamm

The Mundane:
Splime
thomas.berubeg flamingzaroc121
truckingpete flamingzaroc121

The Others:
Bullshido
katika flamingzaroc121Samuelson

The Skeleton:
Bono Nero's fireSamuelson

ethergar
Aug 06, 2007, 04:13 AM
It's Sunrise
Day Four of the Crisis

This past night the village had reached their limit and finally collapsed into slumber; most villagers had been staying up in fear since the crisis had begun without any sleep, but there is a point when the body will have no more, and no matter the terror that may lay just outside the door, sleep will come. The rest was needed, though overdue as it was, most of the village slept in, quietly dozing through the murderous actions afoot. No signs of battle woke the village, no clash of metal against claw, only the gentle snoring of those long tardy for sleep broke the silence this night.

When the villagers did emerge from their huts, it had been day for several hours already. The customary search of the village begun belated, but in earnest. Bono was found to be the first anomaly. Merely a collapsed pile of bones, there was no sign of struggle in the small lean-to that the skeleton had taken to “sleeping” under. The villagers found a half drawn vote, presumably for this upcoming morning. The note was incomplete, and just a jumble of poorly scribed lines: much like the condition of Bono itself, collapsed in a random matter across the ground. The flower that grew out of Bono’s former head seemed unaffected by the change. Quite the opposite, really, for it appeared to be thriving. While this condition may not last, it was curious that the skeleton, absent of all life would do such a good job caretaking the fragile life, even into death.

The flourishing condition of Bono’s flower could not be said of Catharsis, however. The dead was found in her bed, appearing rather peaceful compared to the others the werewolf had visited. As if giving mercy to the town, this night the werewolf had killed the sleeping villager before desecrating her body with gashes and ripped flesh, for surely the village would have woken had screams broken their dozings.

Catharsis was surely long dead as well, plenty cold by the time the village found her corpse. Having plenty of time, the werewolf had ransacked the small hut completely. Books that once held magical knowledge laid ripped to pieces across the huts floors. The sight was devastating to the magi of the town, for each of them too had spent many hundreds of centuries cataloguing their knowledge and attempting, however feeble it may have been with such a limited and unchanging testing grounds, to improve upon this knowledge. To see work that had taking so many centuries destroyed in a single night was a heavy blow. That being said, while a great many things were upset, there did not appear to be anything conspicuously missing, and it is likely the werewolf’s efforts were for naught.

Catharsis is innocently dead, sleeping forever like a baby.

Stoically, the town moved to the business of the day. There was no more time for tears. Not while the werewolf walked among them with impunity. But today was another day. A chance to inflict change upon the village: something that the villagers had sorely missed, and they meant to exercise that nearly forgotten power to the best of their ability.

It's Sunset
Day Four of the Crisis

The village assembled at the Death’s Hand, ready to do the work they had been denied for two days now. Two were selected to die, but the ritual was difficult enough to perform on one at a time, and the second would have to wait while the first gruesome execution began. flamingzaroc121 was the first, having the most execution votes of any villager, he stammered his innocence as his arms and legs were tightly bound.

The execution proceeded, but this time it was not interrupted by any disappearings. flamingzaroc121 was quickly rendered dead, but not before the awful punishment the negative energy that surged into his body provided. Ducking their heads and averting eyes, the villagers collectively attempted to distance themselves from their dread deed.

Brisingamen would not give them rest, however, for she stormed into the crowd and pointed an ancient finger at Samuelson. “You!” the elder crone announced, “it is time to face fate!” The crowd was rendered speechless. Brisingamen had barely participated in either of the Death’s Hand rituals, but it was quickly apparent that she had a different plan in store. The elder magi moved the condemned in place, who was now appeared nearly serene, despite his immediate fate, he cooperated without question. She then turned her attention to the crowd while shooing the curious watchers away a healthy distance, Brisingamen raised her hands high into the air and begins a steady chant of arcane words. She paused only to lean down the acolyte and whisper in his ear. Later it is remarked that someone heard her say “I’m sorry, but this is for the good of all.” No one is able to remark who could have overheard the whisper though, far away as the crowd was assembled. Whatever the message, the end swiftly followed. Brisingamen turned and faced the crowd as if allowing the Looking Glass a measure of privacy. A possibility, for what occurred next turned the stomachs of those observing. Only Brisingamen did not turn and face the spectacle. The giant gemstone had long produced light, an ever streaming source of it, but no one had ever expect a hand to emerge from the smooth surface.

But one did. An ethereal ghostly hand it was, and it floated over Samuelson like a vulture waiting to descend. No vulture though, when it did move, it did so with the ferocity of a hunting bird: swift and merciless. The wraithlike red hand clamped down over the prone body, but the onlookers could see it clearly passed through the body, the giant fingers easily slipped through the ground as well. Slowly, inexorably, the hand retreated. Whatever it had braved the outside world for, it had found, and made a steady retreat back to the catacombs inside the Looking Glass.

Just before the hand reentered, the face of Brisingament could be seen clearest, and the villagers knew why she had chosen to face the crowd, rather than watch the sentence she had begun. It was to show the village her decision was not one of malice or strife, but desperation, for in her face they could see the awful torment what she had begun had caused her. Down her cheeks they could see a line of tears had broken free of their eye prison, and streaked for freedom. The sight was moving, but it was also short-lived, for as the hand passed back inside, the Looking Glass exploded with light and Brisingamen became just a silhouette. When the flare had died, Brisingamen was already making her way back to her hut.

The village followed, only stopping to confirm what they already knew:
Both flamingzaroc121 and Samuelson are very dead, and both are innocent! If a werewolf did stop last night’s execution, it was not for the sake of these two… unless something else is a foot.

Votes as of the End of Day 4:The Magi:
Brisingamen Samuelson
3.5 flamingzaroc121
Nero's fire
2 3 Samuelson flamingzaroc121Samuelson
.SinClaire. SamuelsonSamuelson
1 tuxedohamm Samuelsontuxedohamm
1 Twilight Falls

The Mundane:
Splime flamingzaroc121
thomas.berubeg
truckingpete

The Others:
Bullshido
katika flamingzaroc121Twilight Falls

It's Sunrise
Day Five of the Crisis

Strange things are a foot in the village tonight. As in previous nights, the sounds of battle are everywhere. However, when the villagers finally crept from their homes to inspect the town, there is no one dead! The mayor, however, is completely missing.

Which is not to suggest there was nothing that occurred. Splime’s hut looks as if a war zone occurred there. There are several large holes in the walls, as if someone was crudely tossed through, and the contents are strewn across the village. The werewolf did not seem to be pleased about losing its prey, and apparently had taken out its frustrations on the belongings of the disappearing mayor.

But where had Splime gone? The village was small. There was no where to run, no where to hide.

Yet, he had completely vanished.

There was no time to puzzle this mystery. Last night, the village had put two to death, both to no avail. While only one would die tonight, it was only a matter of time, they readily agreed, before the wolf would fall. It is anyone’s guess whether this was a matter of overconfidence or precognition. Perhaps, time will tell, it would be a little of both.

It's Sunset
Day Five of the Crisis

Strange nights tend to lead into strange days. And while this one was fairly normal -- or at least as normal as one might expect in such trying times -- it carried the seed planted by the prior evening’s activities. Seeds have only one place to grow after being sown, and it was only a matter of time before these particular mysteries bloomed.

As the false sun slowly drifts down towards the edge of the tree line, the village begins to file out to the base of the Looking Glass. It was not uncommon for the villagers to avoid the Looking Glass throughout their daily lives. It was such an omnipresent force in their life, any measure of privacy from the garish red light was a welcome relief. Upon their arrival, they found a sight not visible from a distance, and instantly disturbing to each and every villager.

The monolithic crystal was named, as any villager could tell you, due to its mirror-like surface. Large portions of the gigantic gem were a smooth as a frozen lake, and had similar properties. By looking deep into the Looking Glass, one could make out the village through the other side, but it was clouded and distorted. As the villagers descended for their nightly gruesome work, they were greeted by dark lines that further interrupted the view through the crystal. These splitting lines broke and rejoined creating a mesh throughout the inner surface of the great stone that reminded those that stared at the unusual discoloration both as cracks upon an earthenware basin, just before the clay disintegrates, as well as the veins of a human body.

It was the blackness of those veins that caused the most uneasy eyes. As if poison was coursing through the life-force of the crystal. Any knowledged physician will tell you quickly that the best way to cure poison is a good bleeding, letting the melancholic imbalance drain away give way to a healthy sanguine level in the bloodstream. This was all well and good, and no doubt the village would have bled the Looking Glass right then and there… except… how do you bleed a what is essentially a giant rock?

Much discussion cropped up immediately. Everyone was in agreement that the dark lines criss-crossing their way across the landmark that had defined the town for ages was definitely a bad thing, but the cause was of particular interest, and a great cause for confusion. Some said that Brisingamen, who was marked to die, must have been the cause, based on her actions the last night. Others suggested that this damage to the gem had been going on since death entered the village on the night that Kroth was attacked. Surely then, this may simply be a continuation of that same problem. Perhaps the eerie hand that Brisingamen summoned was to do good not ill? No one knew the magic of the Looking Glass as well as Brisingamen, and the idea they were putting her to death was unsettling to some, especially with the emergence of the black lines.

But law was law, mayor or not in the village, it still had to be followed. And so the lines were drawn, and Brisingamen, bound and very much protesting, was brought to the center of the Death’s Own Hand.

Her death was swift. Merciless, painful, horrid, yes. But quick at least. A simple and effective end to questions.

But alas, here nothing is simple. And questions, like a weed, have a way of regrowing bigger and stronger than ever no matter how careful tended to. As the villagers marched up to inspect the fallen body, something horrible began to occur. It began as a spark in the Looking Glass, deep inside, as if the death of Brisingamen had ignited some foul magics best left sleeping. But like all flames, given sufficient fuel, it would only grow. The spark did this, and quite spectacularly too.

From the depths of the Looking Glass the bolt came hard and fast, through a side panel and straight at the crowd. Screams filled the air as the village dove for cover from the fantastic blast of energy. Most escaped completely unscathed. One did not.

And, as it seems all things in this dread village, the occurrence only added layers of mystery upon those already hard ground into the very fiber of this unnatural place. For as the village crowded around the not one, but two dead bodies, new surprises beyond their ken awaited them:

Brisingamen is dead, human, and quite innocent. A second villager lay not too far off; while equally dead, he does not appear to be quite so on the other counts. tuxedohamm lays charred and smoking on the village green. But, beyond the gigantic smoldering chest wound, he is most definitely not human. While no werewolf, this is certain, tuxedohamm has undergone a transformation upon death. His skin has turned a dark red, his shoulders are broader than before, and by his temples small horns are sticking out from beneath his hair. The magi of this village have studied long, and only one word would describe the dead man’s condition: Demon!

As if this dark fact was not enough to trouble the village, the massive output of the Looking Glass seems to have only weakened it, for the black lines have blotted together, and sizable chunks of the life force of the village are now covered in darkness. For the first time since forever, there is less light pouring into the village. A month ago, the villagers would have welcomed this change, but there are only grim faces now.

With night falling, the village returns to their huts to muse over these surprising findings. What does it mean? How many secrets does the village house? Beyond the werewolf, are there others working in consortium to bring down the village? Is there a connection between the dread beast and the fallen demon, or is it merely happenstance? One thing is clear, the crisis is moving to a critical front. No one is safe tonight. And the villagers begin to worry that safety will become a faded memory, shared but nearly forgotten in the days to come, much like the story of their origins. Something is sure to break soon, or perhaps it already has, and when the floodgates open: everyone loses.

Votes as of the End of Day 5The Magi:
3 Brisingamen .SinClaire.
2 Nero's fire
1 .SinClaire. Brisingamen
1 tuxedohamm tuxedohamm
2 Twilight Falls BrisingamenTwilight Falls

The Mundane:
thomas.berubeg
truckingpete Brisingamen

The Others:
2 Bullshido Nero's fireBullshido
katika Nero's fireBullshidoTwilight Falls

It's Sunrise
Day Six of the Crisis

For the first time in a very long time, the village knew a measure of darkness. The red hue still pervaded everywhere, but it was dimmed by the blotches of blackness that coated the Looking Glass like the infected flesh of a diseased body. Darkness finally felt a bit dark, and this thought only added to the worries of the villagers. They could only hide in the huts through the night and wait.

The village waited. Waited. Waited. They had seen a demon die, yes, but they held no illusions this day that would mean the terror would end.

And yet, nothing happened.

No signs of battle awaited the village when they awoke. No one had heard the pandemonium that had erupted in previous nights. A head count was done, and every villager was accounted for.

The question then was: is it over?

It was an important distinction, but not one that anyone knew how to handle. And as day broke, it was one that only generated more questions.

<katika is absent for the day. As a one time thing, she has turned her vote in early.>

The silence that is brought about by the confusing night is broken by katika who announces she does not feel the threat is over, merely regrouping after what surely must have been a decisive blow. Asserting herself clearly over the crowd, who is eager for someone (else) to be the first to make their voice heard, katika marks the first execution vote for the day: thomas.berubeg to die!

It's Sunset
Day Six of the Crisis

Though the village’s population, scant from the start, was dwindling down to the last few survivors, this day seemed to be packed with more discussions than ever, breathing new life into what was swiftly becoming a ghost town.

Alas, all things end. As the shining disk began an inexorable decent into the tree line, the villagers knew their new life was about to be snuffed out, forcibly.

They assembled, quickly, efficiently. This bloody act was beginning to be second nature now. At the end of the day, however, the discussions had not brought a clear decision. Someone had to die. Enough time was put off once before delaying an execution due to a tie, but that one was a three way split with only a single vote each. This time, each was clearly suspected by the village proper.

The question was, who would go?

The village divided into factions and its scant populace, before the imposing light of the Looking Glass, rehashed the arguments of the day. Neither side was willing to move from their positions though, and it seemed like no compromise could be met.

The swift sound of a sword slippling from its sheath silenced the settlers. thomas.berubeg stood with determination with his simple, yet effective, blade in a combat-ready position. The guardsman bellowed, “.SinClaire., you’ve escaped a deserved death before, and I will not let you do so again!”

The scholar looked up from a page of notes, surprised. She managed to stammer out, “Wh-what are you saying? That’s murder!”

The dialogue, if any more was to be brought to the table was quickly put aside as the proverbial table was tossed aside as a battle begun. thomas.berubeg was a skilled sell-sword, and had battle many a beast across the frozen wasteland. Lacking any real purpose, it is certain his skill had diminished some, but of all the villagers, he had attempted to hold onto his past, often standing guard for hours as if this defiant stance would keep away the madness that had been slowly slipping into the minds of the villagers. Perhaps madness was what brought about this, perhaps simply a perservation instinct, or perhaps a greater insight than would have been expected of a Mundane, for as the blade swung down, .SinClaire., reacted with the grace of a warrior, and easily dodged the swing.

“So be it, human. You wish to face death? I have lived in the fiery pit for ages beyond reckoning, and will be glad to bring you home,” the scholar’s voice was still recognizable, but just barely, for as the stunned villagers watched, she took on characteristics beyond that of any human: that of a demon!

Lithe and wary, .SinClaire. flipped out of the way of another of the guardsman’s swings with the grace of a dancer, she moved as the last remnants of her humanity melted away to be replaced by the think red demon hide, complete with all the accoutrements of an infernal being: horns, very sharp teeth, and a set of claws that looked like something out of a nightmare. Dodging the powerful blows from the crude iron sword, .SinClaire. showed she knew how to use them, as she raked the flesh of the human facing a demon in mortal combat.

The guardsman was grim; he had faced the horrors that the snow brought. Great monsterous creatures that seemed bent on wiping out the shreds of humanity that escaped Mucarn’s wrath, but those lumbering giants were not thinking foes. This supernatural danger was one that had clearly known battle before, and as he swung his sword defensively now, he knew that death was a very real possibility.

If he died, how many villagers would it take to down a full blooded enraged demon? Would there even be a village? Steeled to the seriousness of his task, he redoubled his efforts.

Seeing her foe backing down, and resorting to defensive manuevers, the demoness .SinClaire. feinted forward in a mock high sweep, and the guardsman acted predictably, he swung his sword up in a high parry, but the rush was merely a ruse, and the manueverable foe ducked near her foe and slashed straight at his heart.

The damage was done, but the mercenary soldier had known pain before, and as the thin razor blades cut a wide slash across his chest, he grappled the fiend. No supernatural brute, this demon’s strength was in intellect and speed, she fought back, but it was clear that coming in for a killing blow was a dangerous manuever that had turned against her.

As she struggled to break free, thomas.berubeg finished the fight in a decisive blow before she regained her room to manuever. .SinClaire. stumbled towards the crowd, a parrying dagger the guardsman had swiftly drawn had brought her end, for her throat was slit from one end to the other, and a thick blood flowed freely from the wound. In a scant few moments, she was dead.

The guardsman, however, was little better. With the rush of battle ended, the guardsman collapsed to the ground. His chest was savagely ripped open, and already much blood and been lost. He may live, but he certainly won’t be fighting any more demons any time soon.

As the hero was patched up, the question that lingered on was why had no one assisted the fiend? Already two demons had been revealed. Was this the end of the crisis, or had a third hung back, bargaining the death of their ally for more time to murder the villagers each night?

What’s more, was there ever any werewolf at all? The illusions that caused tuxedohamm and .SinClaire to appear human were so convincing that perhaps the threat of the werewolf was merely a misdirection to cause panic while the real threat went about its gruesome work.

Tonight would bring the answer, though likely no relief, for a dread sense that this was not yet done hung in the air.

Votes as of the End of Day 6:The Magi:
Nero's fire thomas.berubeg
3 .SinClaire. thomas.berubegBullshido
2 Twilight Falls .SinClaire.Twilight Falls

The Mundane:
3 thomas.berubeg .SinClaire.
truckingpete

The Others:
3 Bullshido .SinClaire.Bullshido
katika thomas.berubegBullshidoTwilight Falls

It's Sunrise
Day Seven of the Crisis

The village stood silent, waiting. Always it had waited. For centuries, it knew a calm patience, and the people were skilled on how to hold their breath just a little while longer. For while redemption may never come for cursed souls such as theirs, at least they would receive answers before all was lost. This night, they were sure, would reveal some.

The outbreak of battle was late in the night, just before dawn. Mentally, the village was already prepared for the victim. Most felt safest tonight, and yet most vulnerable. For their greatest asset was surely being murdered. It meant a night they were protected; a stay of execution, but also the death of a skilled warrior that could fight toe-to-toe with demon kind.

The predictions of the villagers were not in error. The village, as it collectively breeched the relative safety of their homes, to enter into the early dawn, all chose to investigate the home of thomas.berubeg. No one was surprised to find the wounded guardsman finished off.

There was little sign of struggle, not entirely unexpected as the mortally wounded man was in no condition to fight, but what there was confirmed the suspicions of many: there was no evidence a wolf had been here. No tracks. No hairs. The poor guardsman was surely slaughtered, but he was cut open with weaponry, not ripped with fang and claw.

Whether this knowledge would be helpful or not, one thing surely true: the demon remaining in this town meant death for each villager, and unless they banded together now, the village would never find justice for their murdered comrades.

ethergar
Aug 06, 2007, 04:14 AM
It's Sunset
Day Seven of the Crisis

The village assembled at the Looking Glass. This day’s voting had been chaotic, with changes of votes, and spread across a wide section of the village. It seems in these last days, no one was trusted.

However, it was the appointment of the new mayor that broke what would have been another tie in the village. Bullshido, an Other, had taken an unusual role of leadership, and his tie breaking power tipped the scale. When dusk finally arrived, as if creeping along waiting, waiting, waiting for the moment to settle, it was truckingpete slated to die.

The entire village, all five assembled, as if they could still be called a village with just the five. There were not enough magi left alive to perform a Death’s Hand ritual. Brisingamen’s trick was no option either, for her knowledge had died with her. After so much time spent reaching a decision, it was made plain that few had considered just how they were planning on executing an execution.

Bullshido, though, was ready. He threw the cloth from the bundle at the base of the Looking Glass, and revealed thomas.berubeg’s simple sword and parrying dagger. Grasping one in each hand, clearly not as comfortable with the procedure as the guardsman, he announced his intentions. “truckingpete you will die by the blade of our hero, and with you, the demon inside will die.” He sounded very confident, though this past day he had been one of the most frequent to change his vote, and the villagers remaining wondered if such a claim could be trusted.

The snapping of bindings left little doubt.

truckingpete threw aside the ropes that previously held him secure, and bared a wide grin of razor sharp teeth. With his enchanted illusion set aside, the demon form was laided true, and it was frightening. In his hand, though moments before was nothing, lay a small curved dagger that rests easily, with the grace of one who has lived in combat. Along its jagged blade is inscribed ornate lettering of which you cannot decipher, yet hangs known at the corners of your mind. A tongue of ages long since past that is recognizable and alien in a single breath. “Cattle, I bid you welcome to Nightwish, she has been my friend for many an eon, and always strikes true. I will make sure you all die slowly by her loving care.”

Shaking, Bullshido seems ready to turn and run; he has the weaponry of a warrior, but no training to use them. It seems this plan was one with a few holes in it. But as the demon truckingpete charges, Twilight Falls intercedes. The acolyte slips in the path of the vicious dagger, and bares his body for the blow. truckingpete does not seem to care who he hits, in full bloodrage now, and swings at the new target. A mistake. With a flash of brillant light -- white light, not the red the villagers have known so long -- the demon is thrown back. Twilight Falls is encased in a shining bubble of light, and it pours out from him just as the light of Lugus blesses the multitudes. truckingpete does not get a second chance. Seeing him fall, the villagers attack: Nero’s fire launches an energy blast, and Bullshido lunges with the sword, leaving the demon’s chest asunder. Black blood flows forth, and it is clear the demon is beaten. As he dies, the village knows peace.

Or does it?

With a shimmering shutter, the Looking Glass vanishes, as if simple unmade by the powers of a god. With it, the false sun fades, the illusionary treeline drops from view and the village seems a bit more populated. Two warriors stand over a set of corpses. Blood stains their weaponry, cudgels marked with the holy words of battle. One is an angel, pale and monsterous in appearance, he still has the body of Brisingamen -- though she is already dead, tightly in his grasp, by the neck. He drops the corpse like that of a rag doll. Also among the fresh dead are Splime and Leeksoup though again, he had already died.

Looking over the scant survivors, and fallen demon, the angel gives a grim nod, as if appreciation for this work, and simply marches off. He seems disinterested in you. His companion, Frozen In Ice follows. He was one of the first dead from this village, but now seems above it, as if transcended to a new level. He follows the angel with a purpose beyond that of mortals.

No longer a shell of trees blocked the villagers from the landscape they had traveled so many, many centuries ago. And for the first time, they looked upon this land again, and saw that it was changed. No longer did ice reign. The village had outlasted it, and the land had entered into a new age: one of rebirth. In every direction, green grasslands welcomed them. A sweet summer breeze wafted into the village. This was no false sent propagated by the Looking Glass, this was fresh from grasses and wild flowers that were alive. For the first time, in a long time, the villagers felt so too.

They slept one more night in the village, and left in the morning. Each together for a time, but they had all known each other long enough, and quickly seperated.

Nero’s fire, the Thaurmaturge, found an Amurite city and quickly found himself the talk of the town. He spent years lecturing in their universities of magic about the experiences he had trapped in the thrall of the Looking Glass, and when he did finally feel real age catching up to him, retired in a comfortable apartment near the bakery and library, content to spend his last years eating well, and reading better.

Twilight Falls, Guardian of Lugus, found that in the centuries he had been gone, a people known as the Malakim had adopted the worship of Lugus. Eager to be done with summer idyllics, the priest was happy for the change of scene, and simply being able to walk. He made his prilgrimage to the shine of Lugus, built by Varn Gosam himself on the shore of the Scorpion River. He now boasts a hearty tan, and is welcome in the court of the elfin king. He has no plans of ever seeing a summer landscape again, finding the desert life agreeable to him.

Bullshido, former Necromancer stripped of his magic with his first death, put his knowledge of death to good use. Eager to be done with the nonsense of angels and demons, he enrolled himself in the service of the Cassiel of the Grigori, and trained in their arts as an expert healer. He was quickly given a position in the Ordine Medicos, and has had more time spent with the dead in just a few years than he had with all his time sneaking around the Amurites, stepping on toes and trying to keep from breaking their complicated laws. He’s never been happier, even if a few of his patients complain about his lack of empathy for their upcoming condition.

katika disappeared from sight when the Looking Glass fell. No one knows what happened to her. However, with the speed she made herself scarce at seeing the angel, it is probable it is to no good.

<Villagers Win, Congratulations!>

NotW VIII: Through the Looking Glass is completed!
Participants may read either thread!
Thanks for playing!

Votes as of the end of the game.

The Magi:
2 Nero's fire katika
2 Twilight Falls TruckingpeteTwilight Falls

The Mundane:
2.5 truckingpete Nero's fire

The Others:
Bullshido truckingpete
1 katika Nero's fireTwilight Falls

The Rest:e350tb: disappeared during lynching on Day 1
Frozen In Ice: disappeared during Night 1
merciary: killed himself on Day 2: innocent
Leeksoup: killed by were attack on Night 2: innocent
Bono: died during Night 3.
Catharsis: killed by were attack on Night 3: innocent
flamingzaroc121: killed during lynching on Day 4: innocent
Samuelson: killed during lynching on Day 4: innocent
Splime: disappeared during Night 4
Brisingamen: killed during lynching on Day 5: innocent
tuxedohamm: killed after lynching on Day 5: Demon!
.SinClaire.: killed during lynching on Day 6: Demon!
thomas.berubeg: killed by DEMON attack on Night 6: innocent
trucking pete: killed during lynching on Day 7: Demon!

RED - execution vote.
DARKBLUE - support vote.
PURPLE - mayoral vote.
BLACK - item vote.

ethergar
Aug 06, 2007, 04:14 AM
Reserve Post.

Catharsis
Aug 06, 2007, 05:39 AM
A gaunt woman strides through the village square, muttering to herself.

Wolves. My goodness. As if this place couldn't get any worse. Let's hope we can clear up this little setback before... well, this whole Looking Glass débacle is one big setback really. Wolves, I guess, will provide a little interest, although I do hope that whoever gets killed... gets killed. Not like poor Kroth.

In times such as these, we need a mayor, I guess. It'll give some hope to the poor unmagical mundane (and under her breath: and me too). I say Frozen In Ice should be mayor. Anyone else got any suggestions?

e350tb
Aug 06, 2007, 06:29 AM
Catharsis sounded strange, talking to herself. E350tb decided she must be the wolf!

Meanwhile, he trusted Leeksoup, enoughn for him to support him for mayor.

merciary
Aug 06, 2007, 08:09 AM
I wish I could do more for him, either heal him or end his suffering, but neither seem possible in this place. I must think for a while.

thomas.berubeg
Aug 06, 2007, 08:20 AM
Ahh, Magi... can't do anything to protect themselves without a big guy with a sword around. i propose one of the mundane to be new Mayor... Leeksoup

Catharsis
Aug 06, 2007, 08:24 AM
Can't do anything to protect themselves? I'm not sure about that, Mr Berubeg. You may have your big sword, but we can create a magic sword.

Possibly.

There must be something in one of these old tomes...

By the way, if anyone from Thread Two is reading this after the game has finished, then a) greetings from the past! and b) j00 sux0r.

thomas.berubeg
Aug 06, 2007, 08:29 AM
ahh, maybe you can make a big sword, but would you have any ability to use it. look, you can barely lift those books of yours...

Catharsis
Aug 06, 2007, 08:43 AM
That's the beauty of a magic sword. You can make it as light as you want, and you can make it deliver as much damage as you want. It's all the fun of stabbing people without the effort.

sirtommygunn
Aug 06, 2007, 09:43 AM
werewolves eh? well i dont see how thats possible. in all the time weve been here we havent had a single person come through or visit so that would mean that sombody was a werewolf before the expedition. i just hope that nobody else has too suffer like poor Kroth here.

looks at the body

we should move him sense he cant die, we should put him somwhere high so he can see whats happening in the village instead of blankly looking up into the fake light all day.

Splime
Aug 06, 2007, 10:49 AM
Damn insanity. I hope we kill those who are responsible, and just get on with our lives...

Leeksoup
Aug 06, 2007, 11:02 AM
That's very considerate of you, sirtommygunn. I'll help you.

In the meantime, we really do need a new mayor. I agree with Thomas and e350tb. Magic swords are great and everything, but nothing can beat the speed and strength of the real article. I also have the leadership skills earned on the field of battle to lead us to victory over these wolves.

((Can you vote for yourself? If you can, I vote for me.))

thomas.berubeg
Aug 06, 2007, 11:14 AM
if you magi are so useful, why don't you cast some incantation... you know, find the wolves for us. i'm sure some of you are powerful enough to find them. after that, i will kill them. thomas pats the sword at his side i'm pretty sure even a wolf will be able to dieif i cut it with this.

though i'm not sure if the wolevs can be killed in this "paradise," everyone is immortal, or nearly...

truckingpete
Aug 06, 2007, 11:18 AM
Werewolves? Well...well. Now who could it be? They must be hungry if they are attacking now and not years past...

But we need a Mayor! I say Leeksoup for Mayor! He shall lead us to destroy these werewolves!

Samuelson
Aug 06, 2007, 12:37 PM
E350tb? How could you so quickly accuse an innocent woman of such charges with no evidence whatsoever! Sir, your outright crazyness had deemed it neccesary for me to accuse you of being a wolf! I now vote for e350tb to be executed!

I also support Leeksoup as our new mayor.

truckingpete
Aug 06, 2007, 12:54 PM
Aye! I must agree with Sam here. Accused the woman to be a wolf! I say e350tb to be gone!

sirtommygunn
Aug 06, 2007, 01:01 PM
after carrying the body to somplace other than the middle of the town sirtommygunn comes out

i abstain because you accuse sombody of jumping to conclusions yet you all do the same!

Samuelson
Aug 06, 2007, 01:02 PM
i abstain because you accuse sombody of jumping to conclusions yet you all do the same!

Abstaining does not count as a vote! Read the, uh, village code of laws..?

Splime
Aug 06, 2007, 01:03 PM
Well, I believe the case against e350tb is the best we have so far. e350tb to be executed!

Let's have Leeksoup be mayor.

thomas.berubeg
Aug 06, 2007, 01:06 PM
Why not, though i disdain to follow Magi advice, trusting more in my wits and sword. though, in this case, i must follow the crowd: e350tb

sirtommygunn
Aug 06, 2007, 01:17 PM
i just hope your correct about him being a werewolf instead of putting an innocent in a never-ending painful nightmare

thomas.berubeg
Aug 06, 2007, 01:23 PM
we all do... though i'm not sure how we are going to put him in that ever present nightmare...

Catharsis
Aug 06, 2007, 02:04 PM
Trust me, Thomas, if there was a spell or incantation we could use to drive these werewolves out, or even kill them (if that's possible here), we'd all be falling over ourselves to be the one to cast it. But a werewolf is a quasi-magical creature in itself... the old tomes are very clear on this. Our magicks are useless against such foes, and so would your sword be, if the wolf got a chance to morph out of human form.

Sirtommygunn, please be careful. Abstention, in this situation, can lead to... terrible consequences. But it might not be wise to rush to execute e350tb at this time, I agree. We are all nervous (well, except the skeleton, he doesn't have a nervous system) and he might have acted rashly because of this. Let him speak to explain himself before you condemn him to death, or near-death, or whatever is considered punishment in this perfect hellhole...

flamingzaroc121
Aug 06, 2007, 02:34 PM
ohh tough choice well the stars in conjunction with the position of venus say e350tb to die and Leeksoup for mayor

Catharsis
Aug 06, 2007, 03:50 PM
So, er... what about that wolfsbane? Any preferences?

Leeksoup
Aug 06, 2007, 04:07 PM
Once I am mayor, I will consider everyone's position and distribute it accordingly. We can't have a free-for-all grab for things, you know.

e350tb
Aug 06, 2007, 05:43 PM
See some sense people! Voting someone and getting accused for it! If it's that bad, I'll withdraw my vote and abstain until I have more idea.

Samuelson
Aug 06, 2007, 06:06 PM
See some sense people! Voting someone and getting accused for it! If it's that bad, I'll withdraw my vote and abstain until I have more idea.

Whether or not you withdraw your vote will not remove the fact that you made a crazed acusation with no evidence whatsoever! That alone is enough to show you are very eager to take the heat off of yourself!

Frozen In Ice
Aug 06, 2007, 08:14 PM
This is not a good sign at all. First we find that Kroth has been put as close to death as can be without being actually dead. Yes, yes, suffering in this hellhole is still much better than ending up like Kroth for some of you. For me however, hehe, no, not really clear on that. Then a second omen comes in the form that we are already bickering agmonst ourselves, and that some of us instanly accused the first person that acussed someone else. Would a werewolf really want to bring that much attention to himself? I do not know, maybe he would if he was a stupid werewolf. I will support e350tb for now, until we get a better lead.

Also did any of you notice how quickly that Leeksoup took advantage of people voting for him for mayor? He even voted for himself. The good leaders are almost always the ones that except their postions humbley. People like Leeksoup almost always end up being tyrants. Maybe he is a werewolf, hoping he will be elected mayor, so he can influnce the vote to his favor? But again I am not sure. If only I was a bit more rested, I could figure this all out! But alas, my brain is too tired right now to think about much. If only, if only. Some of you talk of the nightmares of everlasting pain, they know nothing of what they're talking about! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing at all.

tuxedohamm
Aug 06, 2007, 11:03 PM
I have to say I agree about Leeksoup's eagerness to be mayor disturbs me. I will choose Frozen In Ice for mayor. However I will have to disagree with you about e350tb. His eagerness to accuse is curious. I will vote e350tb, unless I hear of better reason to choose another.

Samuelson
Aug 06, 2007, 11:07 PM
I also agree that Leeksoup seems suspiciously eager to be mayor. I now change my mayoral vote from Leeksoup to Frozen In Ice.

Leeksoup
Aug 07, 2007, 02:19 AM
I am eager to be mayor from a purely sensible position. I have the most leadership experience, born on the field of battle, than anyone else here, and in these dark times we need a leader who can fight.

*Leeksoup draws his sword and flourishes it, its blade glinting in the dim red light*

ethergar
Aug 07, 2007, 04:40 AM
<It is half way through the first day. I hope everyone is having fun. If anyone needs clarification on anything, please don't hesitate to send me a pm (though I may not be able to answer). As a reminder, you are required to vote in the daily execution vote. Abstaining is not a valid vote in terms of maintaining participation. The following people should get their vote in during the next twenty-four hours:
Brisingamen, e350tb, sirtommygunn, Tasslehoff>

<The GM confirms the presence of Leeksoup's sword.>

.SinClaire.
Aug 07, 2007, 07:10 AM
heh, peer pressure...e350tb, sorry mate.

thomas.berubeg
Aug 07, 2007, 07:38 AM
<It is half way through the first day. I hope everyone is having fun. If anyone needs clarification on anything, please don't hesitate to send me a pm (though I may not be able to answer). As a reminder, you are required to vote in the daily execution vote. Abstaining is not a valid vote in terms of maintaining participation. The following people should get their vote in during the next twenty-four hours:
Bono, Brisingamen, Catharsis, e350tb, Leeksoup, merciary, .SinClaire., sirtommygunn, Tasslehoff>

<The GM confirms the presence of Leeksoup's sword.>

Bris is gone until Friday, sorry, she won't be able to vote until then...

maybe i can have her vote:mischief:

merciary
Aug 07, 2007, 08:42 AM
I vote myself for the wolfsbane. I was once a healer, maybe I could do something with it.

I abstain from the other votes.

Catharsis
Aug 07, 2007, 09:41 AM
I don't like your tone of voice, Leeksoup. You say the sword makes you a non-wolf? This is not strictly true. I have heard of wolves in other towns that have held swords. {Brisingamen in NotW VII}

You also say that when you are elected mayor, you will distribute the wolfsbane and forego an election. Call me risk-aversive if you must, but I'm not comfortable with one man having that much power.

Leeksoup shall die tonight, if he can die.

truckingpete
Aug 07, 2007, 09:59 AM
So, er... what about that wolfsbane? Any preferences?

Yes we need to figure this out also, instead of picking people to kill also you know.

Leeksoup
Aug 07, 2007, 10:53 AM
Leeksoup shall die tonight, if he can die.

I find it suspicious that you would accuse this village's strongest warrior of being a wolf. If YOU were a wolf, you would want all those strong enough to oppose you dead, wouldn't you?

Catharsis, we'll see if you can slander your way out of this.

merciary
Aug 07, 2007, 11:05 AM
Seeing as I can't abstain, I must unfortunately vote without good reason. e350tb, if you are innocent I'm sorry but at least you may leave this hell we've created. *mumbles to self* "not like I can make much difference when the public jumps at any sign of weirdness"

Frozen In Ice
Aug 07, 2007, 11:43 AM
Personally I think that thomas.berubeg should get the wolfsbane. He is a guardsman after all, and we need a guardsman in a crisis like this.

thomas.berubeg
Aug 07, 2007, 11:55 AM
i would be happy to take the wolfsbane, but i think we are putting to much faith in it. it didn't do our leader much good, did it? anyway, i'll wrap the sprig around my sword, and use it to kill any wolf we happen across. Thomas.berubeg to get the wolsbane.

Samuelson
Aug 07, 2007, 12:27 PM
I also agree that having a guardsman get it would be a good idea. I vote thomas.berubeg to have the wolfsbane.

Leeksoup
Aug 07, 2007, 01:01 PM
I see the sense in that.

Thomas.berubeg to get the wolfsbane.

truckingpete
Aug 07, 2007, 01:02 PM
I agree,

Thomas.berubeg to get the wolfsbane!

ethergar
Aug 07, 2007, 02:55 PM
Bono, the skeleton, casually (can a skeleton look casual?) walks up to the center of town and hands Leeksoup, the closest villager to being in charge (although that is not necessarily very close) a slip of paper with some poor lettering on it.

Leeksoup strains at the text, confers with a few other the other magi nearby, and announces Bono's vote:
Man in Top Hat: Frozen In Ice
Man with No Head: merciary
Me: Pretty Plant!

Catharsis
Aug 07, 2007, 03:59 PM
Leeksoup, there are several reasons why I'm voting for you.

1. After e350tb voted for you to be mayor for no reason, the votes fell your way effortlessly without even a shred of reasoning (apart from thomas's obvious bias against the magi, but that's understandable given our predicament: we rather got you into this). To an outside observer, this looks mightily suspicious.

2. You voted for yourself to be mayor. I find it very hard to trust anyone who votes themselves into positions of power.

3. You claimed that once you were made mayor, you would give yourself sole control over who gets the wolfsbane. Now, voting for yourself can be forgiven, but that's just power-lust. If you are, as I believe, a wolf, you could just vote it to one of your wolf buddies, if there is more than one of you; if not, you could use the wolfsbane to gain an ally of the person you voted it to. And of course, such a process is woefully undemocratic.

4. You revealed your sword. Why, oh why, did you reveal your sword? The very fact that the sword is a secret means that if, as you claim, it can protect you from the wolves' attack, the wolves can waste a night attacking you and thus buy the innocent townspeople an extra stab (no pun intended) at finding them. By revealing it, all you've done is try to get people on your side. See next point.

5. You seem to think that the sword proves your innocence. Oh no it doesn't. I've already stated an example in which the sword was held by a wolf. Under normal circumstances, this would make a good case for your innocence, I'll admit; but see point 4 again. You revealed it when you had no need to. There was no threat of your death at that point, as I had not voted. What are you afraid of, Leeksoup?

6. Finally: you seem to think that your ownership of the sword means that we should not kill you. On the contrary! I'm sure any one of our Mundanes would love to wield that fine-looking sword. We simply vote it to one of them, and bish bash bosh, as the skeleton said when it fell down the stairs.

So you see, Leeksoup? It's not just slander.

And I'm fine with thomas.berubeg getting the wolfsbane, if it'll shut him up.

Leeksoup
Aug 07, 2007, 04:12 PM
Okay, I see your arguments.

1. After e350tb voted for you to be mayor for no reason, the votes fell your way effortlessly without even a shred of reasoning (apart from thomas's obvious bias against the magi, but that's understandable given our predicament: we rather got you into this). To an outside observer, this looks mightily suspicious. Of course they all voted for me! It's clear to everyone that I am the best leader for us in our time of need.

2. You voted for yourself to be mayor. I find it very hard to trust anyone who votes themselves into positions of power. I only want what's best for this village, and what I believe is best is if I were the mayor. You clearly disagree.

3. You claimed that once you were made mayor, you would give yourself sole control over who gets the wolfsbane. Now, voting for yourself can be forgiven, but that's just power-lust. If you are, as I believe, a wolf, you could just vote it to one of your wolf buddies, if there is more than one of you; if not, you could use the wolfsbane to gain an ally of the person you voted it to. And of course, such a process is woefully undemocratic. ((OOC: Actually, I thought that was just The Rules. I thought in all NoTW games the mayor distributes everything.))

4. You revealed your sword. Why, oh why, did you reveal your sword? The very fact that the sword is a secret means that if, as you claim, it can protect you from the wolves' attack, the wolves can waste a night attacking you and thus buy the innocent townspeople an extra stab (no pun intended) at finding them. By revealing it, all you've done is try to get people on your side. See next point. What do you mean I revealed it? You all knew I had it; I usually have it hanging on my wall. The only way you wouldn't have noticed it by now is if you were blind.

5. You seem to think that the sword proves your innocence. Oh no it doesn't. I've already stated an example in which the sword was held by a wolf. Under normal circumstances, this would make a good case for your innocence, I'll admit; but see point 4 again. You revealed it when you had no need to. There was no threat of your death at that point, as I had not voted. What are you afraid of, Leeksoup? While I am 'innocent', as you say, of being one of those filthy wolves, I never said that the sword proves anything. You did, and then you said I did. I simply drew it for dramatic effect.

6. Finally: you seem to think that your ownership of the sword means that we should not kill you. On the contrary! I'm sure any one of our Mundanes would love to wield that fine-looking sword. We simply vote it to one of them, and bish bash bosh, as the skeleton said when it fell down the stairs.
They may want to wield it, but they know that it would do far more good in my hands than in theirs. I have the years of training required to handle such a blade with skill. In any case, no one would kill me simply for something I own. That's just... barbaric.

thomas.berubeg
Aug 07, 2007, 04:15 PM
and Mulcarn forbid we are "barbaric." and to keep you assured, i much rather prefer my sword: thunder, than that thing you have hanging on your wall...

yes, using mulcarn's name was irony...

Catharsis
Aug 07, 2007, 04:27 PM
Okay, I see your arguments.
Of course they all voted for me! It's clear to everyone that I am the best leader for us in our time of need.

It's clear to all the Mundanes. At the moment, Frozen In Ice seems to be ahead in the mage/skeleton majority. And besides: what qualities do you have that make you fit to lead a village? You can twirl a sword and grunt, well done.

I only want what's best for this village, and what I believe is best is if I were the mayor. You clearly disagree.

Yes indeed. :p This was really addressed above. Why should you be mayor? Does a sword make you a good mayoral candidate?

((OOC: Actually, I thought that was just The Rules. I thought in all NoTW games the mayor distributes everything.))

Alright, that's fair. But it raises another point: you're insinuating that one of the reasons you want to be the mayor is so you have sole power over distribution of items. We're back, once again, to the power-lust point.

What do you mean I revealed it? You all knew I had it; I usually have it hanging on my wall. The only way you wouldn't have noticed it by now is if you were blind.

<The GM confirms the presence of Leeksoup's sword.>

If a villager chooses, they can reveal an item. The GM will confirm the presence of any item upon request if publicly revealed, but will not confirm an item’s power or name.

Like you say, you didn't publicly reveal the sword, so why was its presence made known as important {in OOC terms: why did ethergar reveal it?} This suggests a private conversation {PM} but either way, we all know you have a sword now. Including the wolves. Of course, I believe they already knew that...

While I am 'innocent', as you say, of being one of those filthy wolves, I never said that the sword proves anything. You did, and then you said I did. I simply drew it for dramatic effect.

Not explicitly, I will admit. But, you did seem to make it known to me that you are 'the village's strongest warrior' and thus a threat to the wolves - not a wolf yourself, therefore.

They may want to wield it, but they know that it would do far more good in my hands than in theirs. I have the years of training required to handle such a blade with skill. In any case, no one would kill me simply for something I own. That's just... barbaric.

A nice point, if it made sense. A sword's a sword, mate. {and it'll have the same effect, whoever has it}

Catharsis
Aug 07, 2007, 04:58 PM
HEY! JONO! AVERT YOUR EYES, MATE, THIS ISN'T YOUR THREAD!

ethergar
Aug 07, 2007, 06:24 PM
<That's my fault, I completely miswrote that rule. What it is supposed to imply is that villagers can reveal it themselves, such as Leeksoup did, or request I do so in a post. Either way will get confirmation from me: if someone shows their item in public, its revealed.>

thomas.berubeg
Aug 07, 2007, 07:58 PM
HEY! JONO! AVERT YOUR EYES, MATE, THIS ISN'T YOUR THREAD!

how did you know he was here?


i accidentaly went into the other thread, but realized my mistake, and left as soon as i realized...:blush:

e350tb
Aug 08, 2007, 01:41 AM
Seeing as I am now doomed to die, I'm going to entrust thomas.berubeg with the wolfsbane.

ethergar
Aug 08, 2007, 04:37 AM
It's Sunset
Day One of the Crisis

While arguments had flowed from villager to villager through-out the day, who had been marked to face the wrath of the village was decided rather early. The center of the village was one that not all chose to tred, but it was the largest open space, and if a gruesome spectacle was to occur, there was not a better location. Still, many felt that the towering crystal giant was unnerving, as the eerie reflections one could see in the mirrored surface would often send a shiver down the back of the gazer: as if staring into the glassy panels meant facing a distorted picture of yourself: one that contained the worse about each countence.

A large arcane sign of death had been drawn before the glowing monolith, and as the vague sun-like disk began an envitable decent to return the village to the monotonous half-twilight of each night, the populous began to gather. Five magi were selected by chance, poorest chance, to man the sign of the dead; each would channel awful powers into the lay lines that had been carved into the grounds, and work to extinguish the very lifeforce of the target. This horrible fate was one that had not been done since the time of the ice, when one of the party of brave adventurers’ mind had snapped. The horrors he inflicted to his own body were second only to what he had done to the that poor girl -- what was her name? -- and finally the decision was reached his life must end. And it did end, end with the flesh searing from the inside, as the condemned man shrieked unholy howls that could not have been human.

The mood was understandably, then, wary. Many had put the awful exhibition out of their minds many, many, many years ago. Many did not wish to see it performed again. The ritual was complete in both its extinction of life, and the punishment of crime: for the victim was fed the dark energy circling the runes of death, filled with the emotions that is worse in humanity, until it is unbearable. Until they ignite inside. Burning, burning with hate, with pain, with fear, with darker thoughts that are best left to demons, the raw energy sears the face last, giving every onlooker a pristine look at the window that opens into horrors that should never be brought to the world.

“It is time.”

And so it was.

At the center of the perfectly drawn Sihl-Vilis-Arawn -- the Death’s Own Hand -- was brought the condemned. e350tb seemed resigned to his fate, and did not struggle against the bindings they had been secured with (though these are as much as for the safety of the crowd as the marked one. In the age of magic, this rite had been said to malfunction terribly when one had torn from the circle mid-incantation; while the damage already done was too far gone to be reversed, nor could the spell be resumed, and the poor man died over a period of a month and a half: in extreme agony the entire time. Horrific as it is, at least the death brought by a proper ritual was quick).

“Begin.”

The dark lines grew blacker, as is absorbing the light around them. Indeed, the ever constant of the village, the Looking Glass even seem subdued by the dark ritual. e350tb began to twitch, it was truly too late to turn back. The moment a physical reaction was seen, their insides were already molten by the hatred that seared their organs to a black goo. Flailing to the ground, the ritual reached its apex quickly, and suddenly. All was gone.

Just…

Gone.

This was not normal. The lines were gone, the light had returned to normal, no brighter than normal. All turn their eyes to the Looking Glass as it flared a brillant crimson red. When the flash of immense light was gone, the condemned, the markings, even the lashings were no where to be found.

e350tb is GONE! Werewolf or not, he has completely vanished!

Scratching their heads, there is nothing more to do. The assembled disperse, there will be time to discuss these cryptic events in the morning, for now, each return to their abode, to barricade best they can, and ponder what mystery has just occurred in solitude. And hope. Hope that they are not the next target…

It is nighttime!
Werewolf, submit your kill via PM!
Those with night actions, perform them!
Public posting is suspended!

Tasslehoff
Aug 08, 2007, 05:04 AM
(This post has nothing to do with in-game happenings)

I apologize for failing to arrive and vote. I had been on a 3-day trip, and did not expect the game to start suddenly.

I think my current schedule means I shouldn't commit to a game in which I am required to vote, so I would like to let a reserve player take my place.

ethergar
Aug 09, 2007, 04:21 AM
The denizens of this small village were not ones who were known for sleeping well. The already half-twilight night caused more than one to have trouble sleeping. The persistent, dull red glow across the walls doubled the trouble. The fact that many were more than a touch mad after all these years of monotony just seeped more difficulty into the heads of those trying to rest. And on top of all these, each villager was deathly afraid. Kroth was a mangled wreck. The hope of flushing out the threat ended in only more questions, and a worry that the beast assaulting the town would pick them next… well… it’s really no surprise that not a single soul got a lick of sleep.

All eyes were glued to their doorways. For some, that consisted of just a fur draped over the portal, and with each artificial summer breeze that wafted past, the animal hide moved, as if to lift up and attack. This only further ruled out the possibility of sleep. All ears strained to hear the ominous thump as a supernaturally large foot crushed the soil under its weight, leaving only a print that others would examine the next day and consult over, but it did not come. Nor was there the scream of last night.

It was just dead silent. An ominous metaphor that many tried to put out of their minds, but still it lingered. The fear, the wondering.

And yet, nothing happened. Or, almost nothing.

Just before dawn, a flash of red light came, a brilliant crimson blast like the one of the previous night. Any who had managed to doze off were certainly awakened. One by one, the village crept out, cautiously to investigate. None wished to be the first to arrive, and find themselves face to face with the cause of that flash.

It's Sunrise
Day Two of the Crisis

What was found was more than a little surprising:
Frozen In Ice was no where to be found. Just as e350tb before him, it was as if he had completely vaporized. But the questions did not end there. Indeed, they only grew. At the edge of the village, just before the tree line that no man may cross, a most peculiar sight awaited the people. Standing dazed, and looking very confused were two newcomers. Or oldcomers, rather, for it was quickly discovered these were not truly new faces. One was woman, the other man, both shared a common perplexed gaze. It took a few long moments before suggested it. “She, she looks like Splime!” And so she did. The villagers lined the two next to each other. Except for the obvious gender differences, they could have been twins. Their heights matched exactly, their hair a direct copy, it was even drawn back on each in the same manner. Their faces differed only slightly, in the absolute minimum that man’s countenance may not be that of woman. The obvious consequence of this discovery was to next size up the man. It took just slightly longer before a confident voice broke the crowd reverie, as if one just solving a puzzle: “Catharsis!”

Finally after much murmuring, the decision was reached that this was a quandary that would not be solved in just a single moment, and it would be best to perform the required niceties and further discussion on this strange turn of events could be held through out the day.

As the illusionary sun rose from its hiding place beyond the treeline, introductions were passed around. The oldnewcomers were katika (Splime’s female copy) and Bullshido (Catharsis’ male copy). The village gave its greetings to these two, and each said their own name (with the exception of Bono, who passed a scrap of paper declaring himself by its accustomed scrawl & doodle), though some sideways glances suggested that trust would not be nearly as easily given as sanctuary.

As the village moved away from the tree line, the red glow of the Looking Glass welcomed them back into the fold, growing brighter the closer they drew to the center of the village. It seemed particularly bright this morning, as if blushing from some hidden embarrassment.

Whatever had occurred, there was important work ahead, and by now, mystery was becoming the norm, quick to be put aside for more important and dire tasks. These newcomers, strange as it was they so closely matched those of the village’s own, were still quite human, and still quite able to help in the struggle against the werewolf.

It is daytime!
Villagers, place your votes for execution!
Villagers, place your votes for mayor!
Villagers, place your votes for item possession!
Public posting is open!

Catharsis
Aug 09, 2007, 06:31 AM
Well, that's... not what I expected to happen.

Since Frozen In Ice is gone, I guess I should pick a new mayoral candidate... perhaps sirtommygunn?

{BTW, the gap between the number of posts in this thread and in Thread Two is rather embarrassing. What we need... is a spam campaign. :evil:}

What I'd like to know is: who here is the tallest? Is it the skeleton?

Splime
Aug 09, 2007, 07:34 AM
Wow, this is an interesting coming of events... Wow, a female "copy" of myself. Wow.

Bullshido
Aug 09, 2007, 10:02 AM
This is just as strange for us as it was for you. This world...is...so much like the one I was just in.
<walks up to catharsis and pokes Catharsis in the arm, and then pinches himself.
So...strange.
<slumps down to the floor>
My...my darling...gone...

Leeksoup
Aug 09, 2007, 10:04 AM
Uh.


Hrm...

Er, I'm sorry to interrupt your... moment, Bullshido, but... where did you just come from? How did you get through the barrier?

merciary
Aug 09, 2007, 10:40 AM
I believe it has something to do with e350tb's little disappearance. It must of swapped them out. But to where?

Catharsis
Aug 09, 2007, 11:56 AM
Ow. Mister Bullshido, I don't care how devilishly handsome you are; if you poke me, you pay.

*WHANG*

I'll admit one thing to you, thomas: magic swords are OK, but you can't beat a good old-fashioned frying-pan. :D

thomas.berubeg
Aug 09, 2007, 12:01 PM
i guess not, though in a scrap, i would still rather use my sword than your frying pan. :mischief:

Why not. sirtommygunn as mayor

Catharsis
Aug 09, 2007, 12:04 PM
i guess not, though in a scrap, i would still rather use my sword than your frying pan. :mischief:

*WHANG*

{oh, hold on, ten character limit, what to do...}

*WHANG WHANG WHANG*

thomas.berubeg
Aug 09, 2007, 12:05 PM
Ahhh!

Stop!

okay, you're frying pan is useful.

Stop, Goddamit...

Samuelson
Aug 09, 2007, 12:26 PM
Villagers, their is something I must tell you. Yestereday, although it was very difficult to fall asleep, I had a dream. No, this was not a dream, this was a prophecy. I have learned that the gods have given me incredible powers. They have given me the powers to be able to tell whether someone is a werewolf or a villager.

However I cannot simply use these powers. I will need your faith in me, villagers. Pray to me (OOC terms: send a PM to the GM telling him you believe in me) and I will be able to recieve information on who amonst us is a werewolf!

I currently have only enough magical energy to gain the information on only one person of whether or not they are a werewolf. I need your faith in me to gain more!

And to Bullshido and katika, please explain what just happened. Where did you come from? How did you get here?

sirtommygunn
Aug 09, 2007, 02:42 PM
umm id rather not be mayor...

Samuelson
Aug 09, 2007, 02:45 PM
Sirtommygunn, you have now confirmed that you are not a werewolf, as a werewolf would always want to have the power to be a mayor. I now vote sirtommygunn as mayor, even if he doesn't want to be.

sirtommygunn
Aug 09, 2007, 02:46 PM
i dont wanna be mayor darnit :mad:

Splime
Aug 09, 2007, 02:50 PM
If he doesn't want to be mayor, don't vote for him to be mayor. You can't force someone into a position of power, and expect them to do well. If we want to hold onto our freedoms, forcing people to be mayor is something we should not do. The only thing we should force people into is executions...

Speaking of which, I'm trying to figure out who might be a wolf...

Samuelson
Aug 09, 2007, 02:54 PM
I have told you before, and I will tell you again, I have the powers to see who is and who isn't a wolf! I simply need followers!

katika
Aug 09, 2007, 03:31 PM
Wha... What happened? My memory... I remember yesterday, yet... the names, they were different. I think... we all exist in two... in two realities. In the other... someone... a warrior? Someone with a sword wanted me dead. Leeksoup, you have a sword? Then you will die. { Just a grudge vote for the enjoyment of Thread Two's members when/if they read this. :p }

katika
Aug 09, 2007, 04:19 PM
Bullshido, I feel that we should be friends, so I want you to be mayor. I don't care about that ugly flower, so thomas.berubeg can have it.

Catharsis
Aug 09, 2007, 05:15 PM
i dont wanna be mayor darnit :mad:

You'll be mayor and like it. Don't make me WHANG you. :trouble:

Samuelson
Aug 09, 2007, 07:57 PM
In voting for mayor, let us remember the e350tb, the werewolf who fortunately was lynched, was the first to propose that Leeksoup be mayor. Why should we trust who a werewolf proposes?

katika
Aug 09, 2007, 08:31 PM
In voting for mayor, let us remember the e350tb, the werewolf who fortunately was lynched, was the first to propose that Leeksoup be mayor. Why should we trust who a werewolf proposes?
Werewolf? Where did you hear that? I was under the impression that he just disappeared, but I guess I wasn't there. Perhaps you would like to dig up his werewolf body to prove your point?

Samuelson
Aug 09, 2007, 08:49 PM
Werewolf? Where did you hear that? I was under the impression that he just disappeared, but I guess I wasn't there. Perhaps you would like to dig up his werewolf body to prove your point?

We do not need his body to know that he is a werewolf! If you saw the stunning acusations he made, you would understand.

merciary
Aug 09, 2007, 08:50 PM
We don't know what he was but he is beyond us now. I vote Leeksoup to die. This is nothing against you but those who seek power and brag about themselves sound very much like a wolf.

sirtommygunn
Aug 09, 2007, 08:51 PM
he made no "stunning" accusations he voted on sombody because he thought they were insane/werewolf and it was only 1 accusation.

Bullshido
Aug 09, 2007, 09:04 PM
I am sorry for my earlier....weakness. Its just that things have turned out so oddly.
In my own village, katika was taken, by village vote, to be slain. Not only is Katika still alive, but now I am dragged here as well. Something strange is going on. I myself was not taken in the same way as katika, merely i woke up to find myself here. I remember no wolf, though I do remember dying. I am puzzled, and a little distraught.
As far as mayorship, I vote myself for mayor, because the current leading candidate does not want it and someone already nominated. Unless of course, someone else believes themselves better abled to fill the position: I dont want to just march in and take over. Afterall, no matter how familiar you all seem to me, I AM an outsider.

Thomas can have the flower, I doubt it would have saved my fate. Again, I saw no wolves...

sirtommygunn
Aug 09, 2007, 09:10 PM
I am sorry for my earlier....weakness. Its just that things have turned out so oddly.
In my own village, katika was taken, by village vote, to be slain. Not only is Katika still alive, but now I am dragged here as well. Something strange is going on. I myself was not taken in the same way as katika, merely i woke up to find myself here. I remember no wolf, though I do remember dying. I am puzzled, and a little distraught.
As far as mayorship, I vote myself for mayor, because the current leading candidate does not want it and someone already nominated. Unless of course, someone else believes themselves better abled to fill the position: I dont want to just march in and take over. Afterall, no matter how familiar you all seem to me, I AM an outsider.

Thomas can have the flower, I doubt it would have saved my fate. Again, I saw no wolves...

thats odd because when we executed e50tb he just dissapeered... maybe he went to your dimension just as you and katika have come to ours?

Splime
Aug 09, 2007, 09:25 PM
I would not think that Bullshido should be mayor, as he is foreign to our village. Sorry, but I'd rather have someone who was more native.

That makes me wonder: has e350tb gone to your village Bullshido? Or do you not know? Of course, it's possible that e350tb just disappeared into an abyss...

Anyway, I vote for Samuelson to be executed, as he pretends to "know" that e350tb was a wolf, when we have no proof.

I also withdraw my vote for Leeksoup as mayor.

Samuelson
Aug 09, 2007, 09:43 PM
Splime, in what way does this make me a werewolf? I fully admit that we do know for certain that he is a werewolf, only that based on the evidence we can infer that he is.

Splime
Aug 09, 2007, 09:51 PM
Splime, in what way does this make me a werewolf? I fully admit that we do know for certain that he is a werewolf, only that based on the evidence we can infer that he is.

I am making accusations based on just as much evidence as you had... however, could you point out specific examples as to why he'd be a werewolf, and not just a suspicious character?

ethergar
Aug 09, 2007, 10:47 PM
Bono approached sirtommygunn this day with his note. The recipient read the scrap of paper, but did not seem pleased. He threw it on the ground and stormed off yelling as he went, "You're all against me! Another vote for me as mayor! I won't be mayor, I say!"

Seemingly unaffected, Bono picks up the scrap and takes it to Leeksoup, who announces that in addition there is a vote to kill merciary.

Samuelson
Aug 09, 2007, 11:10 PM
I am making accusations based on just as much evidence as you had... however, could you point out specific examples as to why he'd be a werewolf, and not just a suspicious character?

A specific example is the fact that he voted to lynch someone without any reasoning whatsoever. I am going to vote for Leeksoup to be killed based on the resoning of others.

tuxedohamm
Aug 10, 2007, 12:02 AM
Splime, I find it interesting that you accuse the one who says he has the gift to determine who the werewolves are. He could help us avoid killing innocent people blindly hoping that we chose the correct one. Samuelson I ask that if you can tell, is Leeksoup a werewolf? I will gladly offer my support if you can tell us he is or is not a wolf.

Catharsis
Aug 10, 2007, 04:43 AM
I very much doubt that e350tb was a wolf... he voted based purely on nerves. A wolf would hide in the shadows and vote only when needed to stay around... like .SinClaire..

Splime
Aug 10, 2007, 07:35 AM
Splime, I find it interesting that you accuse the one who says he has the gift to determine who the werewolves are. He could help us avoid killing innocent people blindly hoping that we chose the correct one. Samuelson I ask that if you can tell, is Leeksoup a werewolf? I will gladly offer my support if you can tell us he is or is not a wolf.

Well, we have no proof that he really has this power...

I doubt e350tb was a wolf, because I have read many histories of werewolf attacks, and each time, the wolves try to stay in with the pack. For that reason, I seriously doubt he was a wolf, but was actually just a suspicious-acting villager.

However, for now I withdraw my execution vote. At the moment, while I don't believe Samuelson has this "prophetic power", Maybe it wouldn't be wise to execute him at the moment.

Samuelson
Aug 10, 2007, 12:47 PM
Splime, I find it interesting that you accuse the one who says he has the gift to determine who the werewolves are. He could help us avoid killing innocent people blindly hoping that we chose the correct one. Samuelson I ask that if you can tell, is Leeksoup a werewolf? I will gladly offer my support if you can tell us he is or is not a wolf.

Tonight, I will consult the gods as to whether or not Leeksoup is a werewolf. I have not consulted the gods as to whether e350tb is a werewolf, however. I only think e350tb is a werewolf due to my non-prophetic reasoning. By tomorrow morning I will be able to tell you if Leeksoup is a werewolf.

Leeksoup
Aug 10, 2007, 01:06 PM
Tonight, I will consult the gods as to whether or not Leeksoup is a werewolf. I have not consulted the gods as to whether e350tb is a werewolf, however. I only think e350tb is a werewolf due to my non-prophetic reasoning. By tomorrow morning I will be able to tell you if Leeksoup is a werewolf.

Please, go ahead. Then we can stop blaming everything on the guy who happens to own a sword and get down to business.

That is, assuming you *have* prophetic powers. I'm undecided as of yet, not seeing any evidence pointing either way on you, but I'm still a bit skeptical.

Samuelson
Aug 10, 2007, 01:12 PM
Right now i wish to withdraw my previous execution vote for Leeksoup. I'd rather someone else die so I have time to consult with the gods tonight about whether or not Leeksoup is a werewolf.

truckingpete
Aug 10, 2007, 01:34 PM
Hmmm...interesting.. I say merciary shall be killed!!! My other votes shall remain!

merciary
Aug 10, 2007, 02:01 PM
Now why should I die? I merely made a vote on who I thought was a wolf. I've heard of wolves seeking power and other wolves would help him get it and that's what it looked like was going on. No one else seemed to jump at the people who immediately condemned e350tb. Leeksoup I congratulate you on creating a group that is fanatically loyal to you. Please if you wish to persecute me come up with some evidence.

Samuelson
Aug 10, 2007, 03:31 PM
I also vote for merciary to be executed because Bono repeatedly voted for you. Bono must be voting for you for some reason.

ethergar
Aug 10, 2007, 03:52 PM
<Nero's fire will be taking the place of Tasslehoff, who has requested to be replaced.>

tuxedohamm
Aug 10, 2007, 05:07 PM
Considering I wish to know whether Samuelson really has this power he claims to have, I won't vote against Leeksoup. I will have to agree that Bono voting against you two days in a row has to mean something. He was the first to arrive when Kroth was attacked and may have seen something. So merciary I will have to vote for you to die unless I see better reasoning for another.

sirtommygunn
Aug 10, 2007, 05:20 PM
as much as i hate to say it i vote merciary because law says i have to vote :(

.SinClaire.
Aug 10, 2007, 05:47 PM
Now why should I die? I merely made a vote on who I thought was a wolf. I've heard of wolves seeking power and other wolves would help him get it and that's what it looked like was going on. No one else seemed to jump at the people who immediately condemned e350tb. Leeksoup I congratulate you on creating a group that is fanatically loyal to you. Please if you wish to persecute me come up with some evidence.


mayb the votes are being manipulated against you...mayb bono is consortist with Leeksoup? I'm not clear on who is condemnable.

Right now i wish to withdraw my previous execution vote for Leeksoup. I'd rather someone else die so I have time to consult with the gods tonight about whether or not Leeksoup is a werewolf.

you wish someone to die regardless of the fact they may or may not be guilty of being the wolf? Awfully selfish that you wish this just to prove if you're right or not about Leeksoup...

merciary
Aug 10, 2007, 06:56 PM
Seeing as I have no hope, my full death will be of my own choosing. Leeksoup at my execution I will show whether you are human or not. I'm not sure what you are now but my death will have meaning. Samuelson I don't know if you're a prophet or not but if you are pick a new target Leeksoup is mine.

Samuelson
Aug 10, 2007, 07:05 PM
you wish someone to die regardless of the fact they may or may not be guilty of being the wolf? Awfully selfish that you wish this just to prove if you're right or not about Leeksoup...

I know it seems selfish, but I have no choice. I must proove I am a prophet in order to save more villagers later on, even if it requires lynching an innocent.

Samuelson
Aug 10, 2007, 07:06 PM
Seeing as I have no hope, my full death will be of my own choosing. Leeksoup at my execution I will show whether you are human or not. I'm not sure what you are now but my death will have meaning. Samuelson I don't know if you're a prophet or not but if you are pick a new target Leeksoup is mine.

Merciary, I'm really sorry if you're an innocent, but just remember you're dieing so others will live if people realize I am a prophet.

Splime
Aug 10, 2007, 08:18 PM
I vote for truckingpete to die, due to his lack of any explanation for his vote. This is, after all, the reason why Samuelson, our "prophet", believes e350tb was a wolf...

.SinClaire.
Aug 10, 2007, 08:29 PM
merciary...please. I'm thinking you're innocent yet you have made no logical viewpoint, even if it's a shot-in-the-dark, as to why Bono wishes you dead. Although since you're already foregoing death, I vote merciary.

Samuelson
Aug 10, 2007, 08:30 PM
I vote for truckingpete to die, due to his lack of any explanation for his vote. This is, after all, the reason why Samuelson, our "prophet", believes e350tb was a wolf...

I must remind you, I have not consulted with the gods as to whether e350tb was a wolf. I have merely concluded that out of reasoning of e350tb's actions. Tomorrow morning I will be able to tell you if someone in our group is a wolf or is innocent, after I consult the gods tonight.

tuxedohamm
Aug 10, 2007, 08:32 PM
I will vote the wolfsbane to Thoms.Berubeg. And as much as he may hate it, sirtommygun for mayor.

katika
Aug 10, 2007, 08:32 PM
I will support merciary because nothing strikes me as suspicious in him. Then again, the only thing that stands out in my mind is why Samuelson would publicly make his claims, but that sort of suspicion is not worth risking a valuable asset. I think he's just making a power play.

truckingpete
Aug 10, 2007, 08:34 PM
Will be gone for the weekend! Sorry guys! Be back Sunday night!!!

See ya!

Splime
Aug 10, 2007, 08:35 PM
I must remind you, I have not consulted with the gods as to whether e350tb was a wolf. I have merely concluded that out of reasoning of e350tb's actions. Tomorrow morning I will be able to tell you if someone in our group is a wolf or is innocent, after I consult the gods tonight.

See, we don't know that you'll live until tomorrow. We don't know if anyone will live to tomorrow. However, I'd suspect you'd be a big target for those wolves, after you've "admitted" your powers. In fact, I'd almost find it suspicious if you didn't die...

To vote against merciary just because Bono did numerous times is excessive. I think that Bono probably just has a special agenda, and wants him dead for a non-wolf related reason.

.SinClaire.
Aug 10, 2007, 08:40 PM
To vote against merciary just because Bono did numerous times is excessive. I think that Bono probably just has a special agenda, and wants him dead for a non-wolf related reason.

very true...but instead of making a claim as to why, such as you did, he{merciary} earned my vote. Until he does...my vote remains.
Besides, he's 'giving up'...I am willing, full heartedly, to support him.

Samuelson
Aug 10, 2007, 08:42 PM
See, we don't know that you'll live until tomorrow. We don't know if anyone will live to tomorrow. However, I'd suspect you'd be a big target for those wolves, after you've "admitted" your powers. In fact, I'd almost find it suspicious if you didn't die...


Good point. I probably shouldn't have publicly told everyone about my prophetic powers. Now that I think about it that was pretty much a death sentece for me. Well, I hope the gods save me tonight.

merciary
Aug 10, 2007, 08:46 PM
Fine keep your votes. I have chosen my fate and there is no turning back. Even if someone else was to die I will still die. So please do not seek to pity me or to scare me I shall be out of this hell and will be rewarded for doing so. My death will finally be complete.

.SinClaire.
Aug 10, 2007, 08:47 PM
Good point. I probably shouldn't have publicly told everyone about my prophetic powers. Now that I think about it that was pretty much a death sentece for me. Well, I hope the gods save me tonight.

if you do live...it'll most likely not be the gods that helped.

katika
Aug 10, 2007, 08:54 PM
That makes me wonder: has e350tb gone to your village Bullshido? Or do you not know? Of course, it's possible that e350tb just disappeared into an abyss...
I was waiting for Bullshido to answer, but I might as well offer what I can. If the events in the other village continued to parallel those here, then Bullshido would have disappeared before e350tb reappeared if he did. { I received a PM telling me not to read the sunrise post in Thread Two, and I suspect Bullshido did as well. By my example, I believe that Bullshido does not know what happened to e350tb. }
Fine keep your votes. I have chosen my fate and there is no turning back. Even if someone else was to die I will still die. So please do not seek to pity me or to scare me I shall be out of this hell and will be rewarded for doing so. My death will finally be complete.
Let me tell ya, death isn't as pleasant as it may seem right now. *Shudder* And this cruel execution... I am sorry, I would not wish that torture on my worst enemy. Perhaps you will, like me, find new life.

.SinClaire.
Aug 10, 2007, 08:54 PM
Fine keep your votes. I have chosen my fate and there is no turning back. Even if someone else was to die I will still die. So please do not seek to pity me or to scare me I shall be out of this hell and will be rewarded for doing so. My death will finally be complete.

you're already doing a fine job of losing sympathy, I hope you're death will be what you want it to be, if you do die anyway...it's a shame I still think you're innocent.

I was willing to support you, instead you said what you said...I'm still, idk why, going to give you another chance for a plea. Even if you do die tonight, mayhaps from arrogant votes, you'll die with some dignity if you just make some reason as to why Bono is voting for you...just something. If this is asking to much, i'm sorry

Samuelson
Aug 10, 2007, 08:58 PM
I'm scare now, I'm frightened for my life! The werewolves know of my powers and they are going to get me tonight! What should I do? I don't know! Help me!

.SinClaire.
Aug 10, 2007, 09:07 PM
I'm scare now, I'm frightened for my life! The werewolves know of my powers and they are going to get me tonight! What should I do? I don't know! Help me!

idk how to help you. but prophet, you should have foreseen this...mayhaps you already did. Which makes me think your death is certain. So I guess no one can help you now...good luck tonight, but remember; if you do live you'll be suspect as being a wolf.

Nero's fire
Aug 11, 2007, 12:25 AM
Nero's Fire aimless wanders seemingly talking to himself.
Oh dear, oh bother my head it pounds. Who am I now? Was I not Tasslehoff the other day? Clearly not for people can not change overnight.
Did not Splime and Catharsis change into two overnight though? Ah but they were of opposite gender, and I remain the same and no magic or red do I remember.

Think think... I think I am me, but the me that I am is different from the me that I was yesterday but not in the same way as the two mes of Splime and Catharsis. This morning I dreamt I was Tasslehoff but when I woke up I was unsure if I was dreaming I was Tasslehoff or if he was dreaming he was me. Oh dear oh bother...

Leeksoup
Aug 11, 2007, 12:41 AM
Merciary, you're making progressively less sense as the day goes on. I'll throw my vote in with the others and vote for merciary to die.

merciary
Aug 11, 2007, 05:45 AM
Leeksoup I will not make till the end of the day, but everything about you will be revealed, whether you're a wolf or not, but either way I will be rewarded in the afterlife.

Catharsis
Aug 11, 2007, 05:57 AM
Hmm. It seems merciary has been killed on the strength of what a skeleton wrote on a bit of paper.

The gaunt woman shrugs at the futility, and heads back along the pathway.

ethergar
Aug 11, 2007, 05:59 AM
It's Sunset
Day Two of the Crisis

Trammin Kroth’s condition had been steadily worsening throughout the day. This can be a hard detail to notice when the man was just shy of being completely decapitated. Since the general consensus had been that the Looking Glass was sustaining his life, the closer he was to it, the better chance he had.

As it turned out, if anything, moving Kroth to rest just under the red monolith only slowed the inevitable. Death is a constant of Erebus, and Arawn will have his prize, whether he has to wait a hundred years, or a hundred, hundred years. When the villagers began to arrive at the site of the prior evening’s dread ritual, Kroth was all but gone. The shroud of Arawn was all upon him, as his skin had turned a bluish-grey. The blood still trickled from his neck, as if to defiantly stand against the long night clouding his steadily deadening eyes, but it was a insolence that was weak: like a child’s rebellion against their mother. Sudden and terrible it is, perhaps, but one revolution that folds quickly to the authority of that glare that can only come from a women that went through labor and survived -- no minor feat.

Kroth did not have the luxury of survival. As the village assembled, they watched him give his last raking breath and his life was snuffed out. The cloak moved on, and many felt the chill of death pass over them as the uncaring god passed from Kroth’s broken body back to the underworld, to add to his collection.

The village quieted. Was this the way they would all go now? For surely, disappearings and reappearings are one thing, but this was the face of death they stared at. Tonight’s ritual would bring a life down, the feeling was sure. The mood was one of solemn faces, yet a heavy anxiety hung in the air. A village of immortals forgets the sanctity of life after just a few short centuries. Live hundreds of years, and it becomes impossible to think that people’s lives are cut short in a matter of decades. Some do not even reach a decade. Even reach a year.

merciary would not give them their reverie, however, for he been waiting for them already, in the center of where the Death’s Hand had been drawn the night before. He seemed in a trance, but when he abruptly stood, some turned to face the condemned. Those that did regretted their decision, for his face had a mask of unforgiveness on it. Those that did not soon found their gazes pulled to the sight, for merciary opened his eyes, and light poured forth. This was not the red glare the people of the village had known so many centuries, but a pure, white blast of light. Slowly, surely, and before the dropped jaws of the assembled, the healer’s body decomposed, each crack revealing the same brilliant blazing beams that beaconed from his stern eyes.

Whatever their plans may have been, the villagers would not be able to execute merciary -- he seemed to have that well under control already. But the show was not done. The light began to take a life of its own as it left what was once a body, swiftly becoming a mangled pile of goo and the rays, rather than dissipating into the sky, began to curve around in a fantastic dance. Even the stories of the great illusionists of the Age of Magic could not top the sight of these curving radiant blades cutting through the sky scape that only grew darker as night approached, only made the display ever more impressive.

And as quickly as they had begun their dance, the lights dispersed, as if nothing had ever happened. But with them, they left an illuminating truth: one that every soul there knew to be true down to their most primal of roots: Leeksoup was completely innocent. But it went beyond simply innocent or guilty. Every single person in the village knew his every secret, his every lie (and there were a lot of those…), his every misdeed, and every noble act. The dancing lights had breathed a knowledge of Leeksoup into the crowd that was more complete than they themselves knew of their own person.

<Leeksoup’s Character PM> Name: Leeksoup
Public Role: War Hero, Mundane
Private Role: “War Hero,” the liar
Side: Villagers

Backstory:
There’s only so many times that you can think to yourself, “How did I get into this mess?” before it loses all meaning. You’re a sham, and should have died a sham, and now it looks like you won’t get to even do that. The people of this village, damned as much as you, still never figured it out, and so because routine is the only thing that keeps anyone going in a situation like this, you keep pretending. You haven’t given a speech in a very long time, and your ceremonial sword hasn’t been drawn and flashed around in longer than you can remember. Everything is longer than you can remember.

But you’re still the “Hero”. A lie. You’ve never fought in a war in your life. Never killed a man, barely killed beasts. If a real fight came and knocked you in the face, you’d probably go down in a single hit.

Of all the people in this villager, you’re the one that really shouldn’t be here. Not that anyone should be here. Here shouldn’t even be here. Unnatural things it is. But you never should have even started to be here before the here was here for it to should not be be. The time, oh the time, makes your head hurt, makes the madness creep in the sides. Through the ears it comes, you think. Or maybe not. You’ve tried plugging the ears and it still finds its way in. So you find your routine and drive it out, if just for one more day by repeating the mantra: “How did I get into this mess?”

“How?”

“How?”

“How?”

“…”

Motivations:
Kyorlin’s blood is a curse, as far as you’re concerned. Amurites were better off without magic, and this group is proof positive. It’s been a very long time since you could clearly think about anything, but there is rarely a day you don’t hate mages. Splime is one of the few others at the village that has no magical talents. You’re sure you can trust him, even if no one can trust you: protect Splime.

Special Powers:
Boastful Windbag: While you truly have no combat prowess to speak of, the people of this village seem to have bought your bag of lies hook, line, and sinker. For anyone scaling up a fight, they’d guess you would be worth at least three normal men, if they only believed half the stories you’ve told. As such, you have +2 str. It’s just a sham, but as long as you don’t tell anyone it’s a sham, it might just stop a fight.

Items:
Ceremonial Sword: A horribly off-center stick of metal that you doubt would even function in a real fight. That being said, it’s damn snappy looking. No effect.

Scratching their heads, the village was left a lynch mob ever growing more and more dispassionate to bring a death, the sight of the managed body of Kroth, now a deathly cold, and the remains of what once was a body, but now nothing more than scraps of skin in loose shavings. And even that begin to disperse to the wilds as the winds and scatter from the place merciary had stood only a moment before.

Two things were evident, beyond doubt:merciary was no werewolf and Leeksoup is completely innocent, although he does have some other things to own up to.

In the long moments that followed there was great pauses and longer silences. The villagers had intended to bring down a life today, but those that remained with the mark of execution were each only a single vote, and one of these had been cleared of all suspicions completely (although only because a great many unsuspected suspicions were cleared up at the same moment). After much feet shuffling and quiet deliberation, it was decided much too late to begin anew to pick a new victim this night and the time would be made up the following evening: two villagers will die the next night.

Satisfied with the compromise, the village returned to their huts even later than the previous night. They had escaped having to make a dread decision, yet were faced with a great fear: Kroth had died. Surely, what was once a distant memory was now an icy true reality: immortals no longer, the village had to expect that the one the werewolf picked tonight would be a corpse by morning.

It is nighttime!
Werewolf, submit your kill via PM!
Those with night actions, perform them!
Public posting is suspended!

ethergar
Aug 11, 2007, 06:23 AM
<thomas.berubeg had a majority vote when the requirements to need a majority suddenly contracted. He is gifted the Dried Sprig of Wolfsbane. Starting tomorrow, item voting will begin on Silver Beads, a string of 21 silver beads found in Frozen In Ice's hut.>

ethergar
Aug 12, 2007, 04:28 AM
As would be expected in such circumstances, this was another sleepless night. Indeed, a tangible fear hung in the air and each villager was even more terrified than the night prior, for these once immortals had faced the certainty of death, and feared its coming.

As before, the night nearly drew to a close before the attack came. There the similarities ended, however. Unlike the silent strike that cumulated with the red flash of a day before, this one was loud and fearsome. Howls for mercy could be heard as the villagers huddled in their unprotected shelters hoping the fighting would not spread, hoping they would not be next.

It's Sunrise
Day Three of the Crisis

Their cowardly behavior was well rewarded, nearly universally. As the false sun began a laborious climb to the center of the sky, the villagers began to show themselves, and inspect the town for the cause of the last night’s skirmish.

It did not take long to secure the location: Leeksoup’s shack was discovered missing an entire wall, though it was not clear whether the werewolf entered that way, left, or in the midst of the grisly work had accidentally removed a wall or two. The carnage was even more disturbing than that of Kroth, again with the tell-tale signs of a lycanthrope scattered the murderous scene, but this time, the wolf seemed to be invigorated by the scent of death from last night’s exhibition. The claw marks seemed especially deep, as if Leeksoup was ripped apart for pleasure; to hear the screams as the razor-sharp blades slit through the flesh. The bites were also especially vicious, as blood splatters were found as far as thirty feet away from the corpse.

One by one, the village paid their respects to the slaughtered corpse. It was true beyond reckoning that each of them had been lied to by centuries by a great deceiver, but at the same time, each was imbued with such intimate knowledge of his every quirk that they all felt they knew him as a blood relation. But there were grim duties to attend to, and it was not long before the business of the day was brought to order.

Leeksoup was human. His only possession was his ceremonial sword, but this known by all to be worthless. It was left as trash by the werewolf.

This day the stakes were doubly high, as the two highest vote-takers would die at the end of the night. There was also the matter of a string of silver beads found in Frozen In Ice’s possessions that needed to be distributed. Last but not least, the position of mayor still left unfilled, and one could only wonder how the town would survive without leadership, especially against such a ruthless foe.

It is daytime!
Villagers, place your votes for execution!
Villagers, place your votes for mayor!
Villagers, place your votes for item possession!
Public posting is open!

Catharsis
Aug 12, 2007, 05:30 AM
What a shame that I did not see Leeksoup's innocence. He built his career on lies and deceit - he was a born politician! He should have been mayor... :sad:

.SinClaire. seems even more suspicious than before.

Splime
Aug 12, 2007, 10:45 AM
Oh, my... god. The man who swore to protect me, dead. The perfect candidate for mayor, as I now realize. Dead.

I will vote for myself as mayor, the one who Leeksoup wanted to protect. However, I will vote for someone else if they prove to be a better choice.

sirtommygunn
Aug 12, 2007, 11:27 AM
while going to pay his respects he walks away and throws up in a bucket because of just how gruesome the scene was.

its an awful thing hes dead really sense he was proven innocent i guess he was just a bullseye to the werewolves...

and it appears once again there is practically nobody to run against, VOTE FOR SOMBODY ELSE!!!! I DONT WANT TO BE MAYOR!! :mad:

Catharsis
Aug 12, 2007, 11:32 AM
VOTE FOR SOMBODY ELSE!!!! I DONT WANT TO BE MAYOR!! :mad:

Why?

*readies the frying pan...*

sirtommygunn
Aug 12, 2007, 11:33 AM
being mayor is too much work, besides i have other things to attend too.

Samuelson
Aug 12, 2007, 11:38 AM
Villagers, last night I spoke with the gods in my dreams. The gods have told me Catharsis is innocent! Do not kill Catharsis, as I have confirmed her not to be a werewolf. Because of that fact that I now know Catharsis is innocent, I will vote along with her to execute .SinClaire., as I know she has no hidden motives.

.SinClaire.
Aug 12, 2007, 01:42 PM
I will vote along with her to execute .SinClaire., as I know she has no hidden motives.

except a personal vendetta, but that's besides the point...:mischief:

Splime
Aug 12, 2007, 03:14 PM
and it appears once again there is practically nobody to run against, VOTE FOR SOMBODY ELSE!!!! I DONT WANT TO BE MAYOR!! :mad:

Exactly, so that's why I propose myself as mayor! I am willing.

.SinClaire.
Aug 12, 2007, 03:20 PM
i'm convinced, I vote Splime as mayor

katika
Aug 12, 2007, 03:42 PM
I have to say that I must question your clarity of thought, Samuelson. Yesterday you declared yourself a prophet, not considering the risk you put yourself in. Fortunately, you're still alive, but that's only because the wolves killed a confirmed innocent. And now, what's the first thing you do? You publicly say that you've tested Catharsis and found her innocent! This is not how I would expect a prophet to act. I'm not so sure that you lack an ulterior motive yourself.

Sirtommygunn may not want to be mayor, but I don't think he'd object to holding onto the silver beads. I'll keep my mayoral vote on Bullshido. I see no reason not to trust her, but then again, we're in our own unique situation.

Samuelson
Aug 12, 2007, 04:33 PM
I have to say that I must question your clarity of thought, Samuelson. Yesterday you declared yourself a prophet, not considering the risk you put yourself in. Fortunately, you're still alive, but that's only because the wolves killed a confirmed innocent. And now, what's the first thing you do? You publicly say that you've tested Catharsis and found her innocent! This is not how I would expect a prophet to act. I'm not so sure that you lack an ulterior motive yourself.


The gods have spoken to me, and I must tell the villagers purely for the sake of the village. Even if it means my own death, I do not want any more innocents to be executed.

Catharsis
Aug 12, 2007, 05:19 PM
I see what you are saying, katika, but frankly, what Samuelson's telling us is all the information we have (it's all the information I have, anyway). I for one don't think a wolf would be that forthright - I've heard of attacks like this in other places, and everywhere wolves lay silent, speaking only when needed to avoid suspicion. So I choose to believe Samuelson, and as such I vote that Samuelson gets the silver beads. They might protect him from wolves... they didn't help Frozen In Ice, but then, it wasn't the wolves that got him.

except a personal vendetta, but that's besides the point...

{I can assure you that my votes against you have nothing to do with my personal vendetta. The Scud missiles heading towards your house, however, are another matter entirely. :mischief:}

katika
Aug 12, 2007, 06:11 PM
So I choose to believe Samuelson
Of course you do, he said you're innocent.

{I can assure you that my votes against you have nothing to do with my personal vendetta. The Scud missiles heading towards your house, however, are another matter entirely. :mischief:}
{ So this has nothing to do with SnF where you said that .SinClaire. was on your list? }

Anyways, if we're voting based on silence, I think flamingzaroc121 should die, since I haven't heard him speak at all and, from what others tell me, he only spoke once the day before I arrived.

thomas.berubeg
Aug 12, 2007, 07:31 PM
Aye, Flamingzaroc121 as the dead werewolf...

I think Splime, as a mundane, would be a much better mayor than any magi.

sirtommygunn
Aug 12, 2007, 07:48 PM
i too vote splime to be mayor

.SinClaire.
Aug 12, 2007, 08:26 PM
{I can assure you that my votes against you have nothing to do with my personal vendetta. The Scud missiles heading towards your house, however, are another matter entirely. }

oh...I was talking about that letter you recieved from your husband yesterday :mischief:, or have you not recieved it yet? oops. As far as I can tell then is idk why you voted for me.

{OCC: and yeah, those scuds made a mess of things...thanks though ;) gave me something to do today
'nother edit: they finished with my neighbors house, them scuds killed their 5 year old son...tsk tsk}

flamingzaroc121
Aug 13, 2007, 12:06 AM
im not talking because i dont have much to say, no one has been too suspicious.

However i do agree Splime would be a great Mayor

ethergar
Aug 13, 2007, 03:44 AM
Bono has been missing much of the day, and the reason why is apparent when it finally is seen. While the magic of the Looking Glass operated at full strength, no living thing could change. That included both the villagers, but also the plants that grew around them. Grass would spring back from the land if plucked, trees would heal over any wound. In "recent" (a relative term) Bono had been taken to experimenting with this facet of village life, plucking flowers to see them disappear from its bony hand and reappear in the ground.

Now that the Looking Glass' magic has weakened, he had been... gardening.

Bono marched to the center of town with his note, but few managed to look at that. Instead they were staring at his skull. Bono had apparently filled his skull with dirt, as dust rained from the small cracks in it. But the sight to see was just slightly upwards of this. Out of a copious crack at the top of the skeletal head now grew a large white flower. It was in full bloom and radiated the life that Bono so sorely lacked.

No one really knew what to make of this, so most simply scratched their heads as it passed, reading his note once he had left.

The note declared Bono's belief that the village should put a larger emphasis on the future, as trees, plants, the very life we move about so callously are the future for the children of Erebus. It concludes with a rather moving, if poorly spelled, phrase: "One love, one blood, one life. You got to do what you should."

At the bottom, almost as an after thought, Bono declares:
To Die: Nero's Fire
To Lead: Catharsis
To Have: Samuelson
To Grow: Sally

...

Who in Oghma's name is Sally?

Catharsis
Aug 13, 2007, 03:50 AM
Of course you do, he said you're innocent.

It isn't as simple as that, though. I know I'm innocent. What I don't know is if he knows I'm innocent; he could have plucked that out of thin air. If he was a wolf then he'd know who was innocent, wouldn't he? I'm not going to believe people just because they say I'm innocent, katika.

My reasoning is that I don't think he would be that forthright if he were a wolf. He has been the most active person here, while wolves would probably be less active (remember that two people die today: flamingzaroc has been very quiet...) to avoid making themselves look suspicious with their speeches.

{ So this has nothing to do with SnF where you said that .SinClaire. was on your list? }

{Of course not. :shifty:}

oh...I was talking about that letter you recieved from your husband yesterday :mischief: , or have you not recieved it yet? oops. As far as I can tell then is idk why you voted for me.

Oh yes, about that:

*WHANG*

I'm voting for you because of suspicious comments like this:

good luck tonight, but remember; if you do live you'll be suspect as being a wolf.

katika
Aug 13, 2007, 11:21 AM
It isn't as simple as that, though. I know I'm innocent. What I don't know is if he knows I'm innocent; he could have plucked that out of thin air. If he was a wolf then he'd know who was innocent, wouldn't he? I'm not going to believe people just because they say I'm innocent, katika.
I would be very surprised if someone said, "X is a liar," after X declared that person innocent. That's all I'm saying.

My reasoning is that I don't think he would be that forthright if he were a wolf. He has been the most active person here, while wolves would probably be less active (remember that two people die today: flamingzaroc has been very quiet...) to avoid making themselves look suspicious with their speeches.
That's more or less why I haven't voted for Samuelson. His actions don't make sense to me as an innocent, but they also don't make sense as a wolf. Personally, I'm still undecided. Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight.
]I'm voting for you because of suspicious comments like this:
good luck tonight, but remember; if you do live you'll be suspect as being a wolf.
See, we don't know that you'll live until tomorrow. We don't know if anyone will live to tomorrow. However, I'd suspect you'd be a big target for those wolves, after you've "admitted" your powers. In fact, I'd almost find it suspicious if you didn't die...
Maybe Splime should be next?

Splime
Aug 13, 2007, 11:45 AM
Maybe Splime should be next?

Why do you say that my comment is suspicious? If someone claims to be a prophet, then one of two things are correct: 1) He is a wolf, trying to keep himself alive, or 2) he is a legitimate prophet, at risk from being killed by wolves.

The problem is, now that I've said that comment, maybe the wolves have acted differently? I don't claim to be an expert on this, but I've read things about wolf-behavior... sometimes they're predictable, but sometimes the suddenly become unpredictable.

sirtommygunn
Aug 13, 2007, 11:49 AM
(OOC: guys im gone from thursday to idk when so im gonna need a replacment...)

katika
Aug 13, 2007, 12:11 PM
Why do you say that my comment is suspicious?
I don't. Ask Catharsis.

For me, I'm sticking to the quietest person I've found, because that's the best I've got.

Samuelson
Aug 13, 2007, 12:50 PM
I know I will soon be killed by a wolf. The only reason I have announced myself to be a prophet is to get as much information about who's innocent and who's a wolf out to the village before I get killed myself. I am sacraficing my life for the success of the villagers.

Brisingamen
Aug 13, 2007, 02:25 PM
Poor deary Leeksoup *wipes tear from wrinkly cheek*. We must find a leader...although I find my fellow magus Catharsis quite tiresome, I am willing to vote for Catharsis to be mayor. Maybe then she will restrain from undignified spectacles of temper. As for the werewolves, I will vote for .SinClaire..
Even if I find Samuelson's statements just a mite strange, the possibilities that he is the prophet prompts me to give him the silver beads.

.SinClaire.
Aug 13, 2007, 03:38 PM
the perfect cover for a wolf is a prophet that can 'sense' them. I suspect Sameulson because he exposed himself, no pun intended, and yet he still lives. I assure you he will live another night. Besides I just ran with it, Splime brought it to attention:

See, we don't know that you'll live until tomorrow. We don't know if anyone will live to tomorrow. However, I'd suspect you'd be a big target for those wolves, after you've "admitted" your powers. In fact, I'd almost find it suspicious if you didn't die...

isn't it a tad strange that Bono wants both Catharsis and Samuelson for something, consortium?

EDIT: and seeing that I have no leg to stand on as to who is guilty of being a wolf, I will vote for Flamingzaroc also...until he makes a rational and logical claim as to why he's not participating *cough* OCC *cough*

OCC: mmm...cup of noodles

Catharsis
Aug 13, 2007, 04:02 PM
I would be very surprised if someone said, "X is a liar," after X declared that person innocent. That's all I'm saying.

Why? There is no possible benefit, for an innocent person, to throw their trust in blindly with a supposed prophet just because they declare them to be such. A true innocent would not fear death. I am a mage, katika. This realm of death... is not somewhere a mage can go and return alive, or so I'm told. It is one of the few places we cannot go. I would look forward to it.

That's more or less why I haven't voted for Samuelson. His actions don't make sense to me as an innocent, but they also don't make sense as a wolf. Personally, I'm still undecided. Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight.

I just attributed his confession to an error in judgment. Personally, I wouldn't want to hide in plain sight amongst a crowd of nervous voters, prone to dogpiling on the first person voted for with even a shred of reasoning (e350tb, anyone?) but perhaps that's just me.

Maybe Splime should be next?

Splime's been quite active, though. .SinClaire. only started talking a lot after she was accused.

Why do you say that my comment is suspicious? If someone claims to be a prophet, then one of two things are correct: 1) He is a wolf, trying to keep himself alive, or 2) he is a legitimate prophet, at risk from being killed by wolves.

{Not always. Remember Divissidis in NotW IX?}

I know I will soon be killed by a wolf. The only reason I have announced myself to be a prophet is to get as much information about who's innocent and who's a wolf out to the village before I get killed myself. I am sacraficing my life for the success of the villagers.

It might have been a better idea to form a secret cabal of people you know to be innocent. Knowing innocents is fine but if you don't know a wolf, then what's the point of knowing innocents?

although I find my fellow magus Catharsis quite tiresome, I am willing to vote for Catharsis to be mayor. Maybe then she will restrain from undignified spectacles of temper.

Never! *WHANG*

the perfect cover for a wolf is a prophet that can 'sense' them.

Not really. If you call yourself a prophet then the onus is on you to deliver the goods. If Samuelson doesn't, or if he lives for too long, then he will eventually attract enough suspicion and get dogpiled on (see answer to katika, above).

isn't it a tad strange that Bono wants both Catharsis and Samuelson for something, consortium?

Not sure about Bono myself, to be honest. Sally... Sally the skeleton? He's growing another skeleton?

Samuelson
Aug 13, 2007, 04:08 PM
the perfect cover for a wolf is a prophet that can 'sense' them. I suspect Sameulson because he exposed himself, no pun intended, and yet he still lives. I assure you he will live another night.
OCC: mmm...cup of noodles

The only reason I am alive now is because the werewolves wanted Leaksoup dead because of his +2 Strength. I will be dead soon enough.

Edit: I now change my mayoral vote from sirtommygun to Splime. I don't even care who is mayor, I just want somebody to be it.

Splime
Aug 13, 2007, 04:15 PM
The only reason I am alive now is because the werewolves wanted Leaksoup dead because of his +2 Strength. I will be dead soon enough.

Also, we knew that Leeksoup was innocent, and of course, so did the wolves. If we know for sure that someone is innocent and still alive, then the wolves target them. Again, that's from more texts concerning werewolves... They're damn crazy.

Catharsis
Aug 13, 2007, 04:23 PM
{Just making a post because it'll bring us up to parity with Thread Two, for the moment. Keep the spam coming guys! :goodjob:}

Samuelson
Aug 13, 2007, 04:28 PM
Also, we knew that Leeksoup was innocent, and of course, so did the wolves. If we know for sure that someone is innocent and still alive, then the wolves target them. Again, that's from more texts concerning werewolves... They're damn crazy.
Right, but they also consider me a threat. The main reason they went after Leeksoup and I'm still alive is probably because of his +2 Strength more than his publicly known innocence.


{Just making a post because it'll bring us up to parity with Thread Two, for the moment. Keep the spam coming guys! :goodjob:}

{Will do! :lol:}

katika
Aug 13, 2007, 04:37 PM
Why? There is no possible benefit, for an innocent person, to throw their trust in blindly with a supposed prophet just because they declare them to be such. A true innocent would not fear death. I am a mage, katika. This realm of death... is not somewhere a mage can go and return alive, or so I'm told. It is one of the few places we cannot go. I would look forward to it.
You know nothing of death.
{Not always. Remember Divissidis in NotW IX?}
This "story" certainly seems relevant now, even if it hasn't happened yet. { This is VIII, that "will be" IX. }

{ I think that the other thread has a different time zone spread, because we've caught up in posts before but they pulled away later in the day. }

.SinClaire.
Aug 13, 2007, 06:11 PM
Splime's been quite active, though. .SinClaire. only started talking a lot after she was accused.


OCC: probably because I had school and I didn't have much time to participate, but I guess that's suppose to count against me.

EDIT: ah, I missed Flamingzaroc's post. Makes sense then, but still...I've been convicted of it {hence the quote}, why not you eh?

tuxedohamm
Aug 13, 2007, 07:47 PM
I'll choose Nero's Fire. I think it would be too convenient. I'll accept Splime as the mayor. Save those silver beads for Me if possible.

truckingpete
Aug 13, 2007, 07:59 PM
I say flamingzaroc121 should be killed! And yes I agree, Splime should be mayor!!! He seems like a good leader!!

Samuelson
Aug 13, 2007, 08:01 PM
I guess I should vote myself for the silver beads, hopefully it will protect me when the werewolves attack tonight.

katika
Aug 13, 2007, 10:36 PM
I guess I should vote myself for the silver beads, hopefully it will protect me when the werewolves attack tonight.
Hm, I suppose it's worth a try, unless you're a werewolf. But if you are, then I suppose we can just lynch you and give them to someone else. Samuelson may take the beads.

.SinClaire.
Aug 13, 2007, 10:51 PM
yeah...Samuelson can have the beads, :rolleyes:

ethergar
Aug 14, 2007, 05:25 AM
It's Sunset
Day Three of the Crisis

As the false sun slowly drifts down towards the edge of the tree line, the village begins to file out to the base of the Looking Glass. This night, there are two that have been chosen to die. Standing uncomfortably are flamingzaroc121 and .SinClaire.; their faces show fear, and it is clear that they are not ready to meet their maker.

The magi assemble at the five points of the Death’s Hand, ready to begin their gruesome work. The newly appointed mayor, Splime, stands nearby. As mayor, it his duty to give the final nod to the executioners. He seems as uncomfortable as those condemned, if not more.

But the mayor, as well as those on the cusp of death were about to find their fortunes changed, if only for a short while. Deep in the crowd a voice rings out. “STOP!” The villagers look around, confused. The booming voice is not one they have heard in all their hundreds of centuries. It is strange to their ears, yet somehow magnetic. All activity stops, as the villagers wait for the next words, surely to come. “I ORDER THIS DESPICABLE RITE TO END! YOU! VILLAGERS OF THIS TOWN, RETURN TO YOUR HOMES IMMEDIATELY!

Inexplicitly, they did. One by one at first, then in mass, the entire village just packed up and went home. No one stopped to find the source of the voice, nor questioned why they were obeying so completely. There was merely a charisma in the unknown speaker that could not be resisted, and the townspeople eagerly obeyed the command.

It was not until the light of the sky had long been reduced to the pale half-twilight of night that the enchanting command began to raise questions, and one of the first was why had it not before? But now it was far too dangerous to return outside and complete the night. With a reserved sigh that time was passing with no progress, the frustration of another unproductive day lay heavily on the minds of those that stewed away in their homes, wondering, thinking about that mesmeric command.

The people of the town could do nothing but wait. Wait for the werewolf of their nightmares to strike again. Wait for another day before they could strive to inflict a blow against the monster. They steeled their resolve. Assured themselves they would not be followed by a charm again, and that tomorrow two villagers would die. But, in their heart, they dreaded the waiting, the awful waiting. For these people had waited so long, and now that the end could be just moments away, any more waiting was a terrible crime. It was time for action. Finally… change had come to the village.

It is nighttime!
Werewolf, submit your kill via PM!
Those with night actions, perform them!
Public posting is suspended!

thomas.berubeg
Aug 14, 2007, 08:24 AM
{Not always. Remember Divissidis in NotW IX?}



ooc: i don't remember. what happened.

ethergar, sorry for posting at night.

ethergar
Aug 15, 2007, 04:27 AM
It's Sunrise
Day Four of the Crisis

This past night the village had reached their limit and finally collapsed into slumber; most villagers had been staying up in fear since the crisis had begun without any sleep, but there is a point when the body will have no more, and no matter the terror that may lay just outside the door, sleep will come. The rest was needed, though overdue as it was, most of the village slept in, quietly dozing through the murderous actions afoot. No signs of battle woke the village, no clash of metal against claw, only the gentle snoring of those long tardy for sleep broke the silence this night.

When the villagers did emerge from their huts, it had been day for several hours already. The customary search of the village begun belated, but in earnest. Bono was found to be the first anomaly. Merely a collapsed pile of bones, there was no sign of struggle in the small lean-to that the skeleton had taken to “sleeping” under. The villagers found a half drawn vote, presumably for this upcoming morning. The note was incomplete, and just a jumble of poorly scribed lines: much like the condition of Bono itself, collapsed in a random matter across the ground. The flower that grew out of Bono’s former head seemed unaffected by the change. Quite the opposite, really, for it appeared to be thriving. While this condition may not last, it was curious that the skeleton, absent of all life would do such a good job caretaking the fragile life, even into death.

The flourishing condition of Bono’s flower could not be said of Catharsis, however. The dead was found in her bed, appearing rather peaceful compared to the others the werewolf had visited. As if giving mercy to the town, this night the werewolf had killed the sleeping villager before desecrating her body with gashes and ripped flesh, for surely the village would have woken had screams broken their dozings.

Catharsis was surely long dead as well, plenty cold by the time the village found her corpse. Having plenty of time, the werewolf had ransacked the small hut completely. Books that once held magical knowledge laid ripped to pieces across the huts floors. The sight was devastating to the magi of the town, for each of them too had spent many hundreds of centuries cataloguing their knowledge and attempting, however feeble it may have been with such a limited and unchanging testing grounds, to improve upon this knowledge. To see work that had taking so many centuries destroyed in a single night was a heavy blow. That being said, while a great many things were upset, there did not appear to be anything conspicuously missing, and it is likely the werewolf’s efforts were for naught.

Catharsis is innocently dead, sleeping forever like a baby.

Stoically, the town moved to the business of the day. There was no more time for tears. Not while the werewolf walked among them with impunity. But today was another day. A chance to inflict change upon the village: something that the villagers had sorely missed, and they meant to exercise that nearly forgotten power to the best of their ability.

It is daytime!
Villagers, place your votes for execution!
Villagers, place your votes for item possession!
Public posting is open!

Splime
Aug 15, 2007, 06:37 AM
Oh my god...

What do these wolves want? Why do they want to kill us all? Anyway, I must sit and think about who is a wolf...

thomas.berubeg
Aug 15, 2007, 12:33 PM
what is he talking about, no tears? i may not like magi much, but catharsis' humor was one of teh high points of the last few centuries... we'll miss her.

and Bono. damn. i was going to vote for him this turn. (nobody knows really where he came from, it's been heard before of magical constructs going berserk and killing... who can fathom those arcane minds.)

katika
Aug 15, 2007, 12:59 PM
These events are far stranger than any story I know, but what do they mean? I can't imagine why the wolves would let a prophet (or so he claims) to survive this long unless Samuelson is a wolf. { Divissidis' situation was different. IIRC, he claimed that Rheinmetall (who was a wolf) was innocent. That's why he survived after "revealing" his "powers." } Surely a prophet is a more serious threat than mere innocents.

Also, I'll switch back my item vote to sirtommygunn.

Samuelson
Aug 15, 2007, 01:02 PM
Catharsis, I am sorry. My ignorane of the strategy of the werewolves caused your death. You will be missed.

Edit: It seems that yesterday at the executions, everyone was in a trance. Something happened that made us not execute anyone. We all just went back to our homes. This seems like some werewolf trickery to me. It is for this reason that I will vote for flamingzaroc121 to be killed- he may have dodged the bullet yesterday, but not again today.

Samuelson
Aug 15, 2007, 01:15 PM
These events are far stranger than any story I know, but what do they mean? I can't imagine why the wolves would let a prophet (or so he claims) to survive this long unless Samuelson is a wolf. { Divissidis' situation was different. IIRC, he claimed that Rheinmetall (who was a wolf) was innocent. That's why he survived after "revealing" his "powers." } Surely a prophet is a more serious threat than mere innocents.

They are most likely letting me live because I helped them yesterday- I follishly, not knowing the nature of the werewolves, gave away the name of an innocent to the public, thinking it would help the innocent rather than hurt that person. However I now know of my errors, and I will not repeat them.

For what reason, if I was a werewolf, would I give away the name of an inncoent?

katika
Aug 15, 2007, 06:30 PM
For what reason, if I was a werewolf, would I give away the name of an inncoent?
I just don't see why the wolves wouldn't eliminate such a huge threat immediately. Your actions aren't typical for werewolves or innocents, but the fact that you are still alive puzzles me.

Samuelson
Aug 15, 2007, 06:37 PM
I just don't see why the wolves wouldn't eliminate such a huge threat immediately. Your actions aren't typical for werewolves or innocents, but the fact that you are still alive puzzles me.

It puzzles me too, but the most likely reason they kept me alive is because I, unknowingly, helped them yesterday by giving them the name of an innocent. However I have now learned from my mistake.

tuxedohamm
Aug 15, 2007, 07:56 PM
Wouldn't the werewolves know already who is innocent or not? Why would they need you to tell them? I don't know what normal behavior for werewolves are. Not my area of study, but I do think that killing off someone you just claimed was innocent so you could claim innocence yourself seems a possible course of action. Samuelson will have to die to prove his own innocence instead of claiming others are only to see them die the following night.

Samuelson
Aug 15, 2007, 08:37 PM
Wouldn't the werewolves know already who is innocent or not? Why would they need you to tell them? I don't know what normal behavior for werewolves are. Not my area of study, but I do think that killing off someone you just claimed was innocent so you could claim innocence yourself seems a possible course of action. Samuelson will have to die to prove his own innocence instead of claiming others are only to see them die the following night.


They know everyone who is innocent, but if they know that the public also know that that person is innocent, then their is a greater percentage change the werewolves will be lynched if they do not kill that person.

Splime
Aug 15, 2007, 08:42 PM
The recently elected mayor emerges in the town square:

I really hope we get to these executions soon. Also, I'm disappointed that no one stuck around to help me lock up the prisoners after we had to call off the execution. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it myself, so I guess they're free...

The item should go to sirtommygunn.

I would think that getting rid of Samuelson would be a good idea. He is a tool that can be used just as easily by the wolves as by us, unless he stumbles upon a wolf in his nightly checks. However, I will let him off with a warning. If he ever is responsible for the death of an innocent again, the town has my word that I will get him executed as quickly as possible. Of course, there's the possibility that he is both wolf and prophet... we shouldn't exclude all options, no matter how unlikely.

However, I think threatening Samuelson with death over Catharsis's death is missing our goal. Here is what we need to do, in a simple form:

Goal: Remove the werewolves.
Method: Figure out who they are, and remove them through our daily executions.

Anything else really comes second, unless killing a known innocent becomes such a useful tool for the wolves that we need to kill him. (ex: Samuelson if he reveals the name of another innocent.)

I'll vote flamingzaroc121, as we can't let our convicts go free.

.SinClaire.
Aug 15, 2007, 09:16 PM
Samuelson! He Killed Catharsis because after exposing her as being a innocent, he could set me or flamingzaroc up as being a werewolf.
and Splime, it seems you wish to just kill someone off every night without a reason as to why. You just hope they'll be one. You think that'll be a good plan?

yet no one finds it awkard that Bono, erm...fell apart, When Catharsis died. Curious about that flower though.

Splime
Aug 15, 2007, 09:26 PM
[COLOR="Red"]and Splime, it seems you wish to just kill someone off every night without a reason as to why. You just hope they'll be one. You think that'll be a good plan?

Is it a good plan? No, of course not. It'll kill too many innocents (Too many innocents = 1 or more). However, it's better than anything else that has been proposed.

tuxedohamm
Aug 15, 2007, 09:30 PM
By that definition haven't we been following your plan since day 1? We've all given our suspicions as to why each person we selected each day we're chosen, not that we've had any success to date, but that is pretty much the pick and choose plan.

.SinClaire.
Aug 15, 2007, 09:33 PM
heh...fine. it just becomes a tad personal when your neck is on the line. Pardon my hypocrisy.

ethergar
Aug 15, 2007, 09:45 PM
<Twilight Falls replaces sirtommygunn at his request.>

katika
Aug 15, 2007, 11:36 PM
Am I the only one worried about how much of the town is silent? Anyways, I was wondering, can I get an extra .25 vote for being the mayor's twin?

Now I'm leaning more towards flamingzaroc as a wolf. Although at this rate, it really won't make a difference. We shall see...

flamingzaroc121
Aug 16, 2007, 12:18 AM
why is every one voting for me, i know i havent been very active, but i have alot going on right now

.SinClaire.
Aug 16, 2007, 01:29 AM
why is every one voting for me, i know i havent been very active, but i have alot going on right now

apparently Samuelson's plan is working, sorry mayn...we're doomed, doomed'd I tell you. It's just that you're the first to go. Take a wild guess at who's next.

Splime
Aug 16, 2007, 07:20 AM
By that definition haven't we been following your plan since day 1? We've all given our suspicions as to why each person we selected each day we're chosen, not that we've had any success to date, but that is pretty much the pick and choose plan.

Yes, I'm just saying why voting to kill Samuelson isn't a very good idea at the moment, assuming he doesn't "mess up" again.

Twilight Falls
Aug 16, 2007, 04:07 PM
I'm still recovering from that brief lapse into multiple-personality disorder, so I will abstain from the executory vote until I clear my head a little.

Brisingamen
Aug 16, 2007, 05:51 PM
Heh. Maybe that flower shows dear old Bony isn't really dead...just a thought.

As for the next vote, Samuelson is suspicious. But maybe these wolves want us to kill him because they're not killing him, but on the other hand he might be a wolf and he obviously can't kill himself. Or maybe he's helping the wolves by revealing who's innocent so that they can kill the innocents right after. Or again Samuelson might be revealing the innocents because he knows who the innocents are because he might be a wolf so that he's trying to prove he's innocent. Or.... *the old magi rambles on* Finally, after an hour she pauses, notices nobody was paying any attention and declares "for now we don't know so i'll abstain while i figure out these reverse-psychology arguments."

ethergar
Aug 17, 2007, 04:45 AM
It's Sunset
Day Four of the Crisis

The village assembled at the Death’s Hand, ready to do the work they had been denied for two days now. Two were selected to die, but the ritual was difficult enough to perform on one at a time, and the second would have to wait while the first gruesome execution began. flamingzaroc121 was the first, having the most execution votes of any villager, he stammered his innocence as his arms and legs were tightly bound.

The execution proceeded, but this time it was not interrupted by any disappearings. flamingzaroc121 was quickly rendered dead, but not before the awful punishment the negative energy that surged into his body provided. Ducking their heads and averting eyes, the villagers collectively attempted to distance themselves from their dread deed.

Brisingamen would not give them rest, however, for she stormed into the crowd and pointed an ancient finger at Samuelson. “You!” the elder crone announced, “it is time to face fate!” The crowd was rendered speechless. Brisingamen had barely participated in either of the Death’s Hand rituals, but it was quickly apparent that she had a different plan in store. The elder magi moved the condemned in place, who was now appeared nearly serene, despite his immediate fate, he cooperated without question. She then turned her attention to the crowd while shooing the curious watchers away a healthy distance, Brisingamen raised her hands high into the air and begins a steady chant of arcane words. She paused only to lean down the acolyte and whisper in his ear. Later it is remarked that someone heard her say “I’m sorry, but this is for the good of all.” No one is able to remark who could have overheard the whisper though, far away as the crowd was assembled. Whatever the message, the end swiftly followed. Brisingamen turned and faced the crowd as if allowing the Looking Glass a measure of privacy. A possibility, for what occurred next turned the stomachs of those observing. Only Brisingamen did not turn and face the spectacle. The giant gemstone had long produced light, an ever streaming source of it, but no one had ever expect a hand to emerge from the smooth surface.

But one did. An ethereal ghostly hand it was, and it floated over Samuelson like a vulture waiting to descend. No vulture though, when it did move, it did so with the ferocity of a hunting bird: swift and merciless. The wraithlike red hand clamped down over the prone body, but the onlookers could see it clearly passed through the body, the giant fingers easily slipped through the ground as well. Slowly, inexorably, the hand retreated. Whatever it had braved the outside world for, it had found, and made a steady retreat back to the catacombs inside the Looking Glass.

Just before the hand reentered, the face of Brisingament could be seen clearest, and the villagers knew why she had chosen to face the crowd, rather than watch the sentence she had begun. It was to show the village her decision was not one of malice or strife, but desperation, for in her face they could see the awful torment what she had begun had caused her. Down her cheeks they could see a line of tears had broken free of their eye prison, and streaked for freedom. The sight was moving, but it was also short-lived, for as the hand passed back inside, the Looking Glass exploded with light and Brisingamen became just a silhouette. When the flare had died, Brisingamen was already making her way back to her hut.

The village followed, only stopping to confirm what they already knew:
Both flamingzaroc121 and Samuelson are very dead, and both are innocent! If a werewolf did stop last night’s execution, it was not for the sake of these two… unless something else is a foot.

It is nighttime!
Werewolf, submit your kill via PM!
Those with night actions, perform them!
Public posting is suspended!

ethergar
Aug 18, 2007, 06:26 AM
It's Sunrise
Day Five of the Crisis

Strange things are a foot in the village tonight. As in previous nights, the sounds of battle are everywhere. However, when the villagers finally crept from their homes to inspect the town, there is no one dead! The mayor, however, is completely missing.

Which is not to suggest there was nothing that occurred. Splime’s hut looks as if a war zone occurred there. There are several large holes in the walls, as if someone was crudely tossed through, and the contents are strewn across the village. The werewolf did not seem to be pleased about losing its prey, and apparently had taken out its frustrations on the belongings of the disappearing mayor.

But where had Splime gone? The village was small. There was no where to run, no where to hide.

Yet, he had completely vanished.

There was no time to puzzle this mystery. Last night, the village had put two to death, both to no avail. While only one would die tonight, it was only a matter of time, they readily agreed, before the wolf would fall. It is anyone’s guess whether this was a matter of overconfidence or precognition. Perhaps, time will tell, it would be a little of both.

It is daytime!
Villagers, place your votes for execution!
Villagers, place your votes for mayor!
Villagers, place your votes for item possession!
Public posting is open!

thomas.berubeg
Aug 18, 2007, 09:18 AM
I don't know. I'm not convinced there are actually werewolves... It's just too confusing.

katika
Aug 18, 2007, 06:13 PM
Things don't look so great. I don't like how Nero's fire hasn't said much at all. I will go back to my original choice for mayor, Bullshido.

Brisingamen, what did you do last night? That was... strange. You don't have to explain anything if it would be bad for the wolves to know, but otherwise I think all of us are curious.

Twilight Falls
Aug 18, 2007, 10:50 PM
Indeed, the events of last night were very odd. And another disappearance! Chaos stalks the streets here, it seems. For lack of a better alternative, I vote for myself to recieve the items. I'll wait for a semblance of order to emerge before declaring my other votes, though.

sirtommygunn
Aug 19, 2007, 09:45 AM
(OOC: ok im back but i want to stay out until night to let twilight_falls get his fill :D)

Brisingamen
Aug 19, 2007, 01:40 PM
*The Elder Magi had taken to striding around the village, lugging behind her a massive saucepan. She looked bewildered at last night...she must have been possessed by some spirit. *
For now there is nobody who seems suspicious. But that idiot thomas. Of course there are wolves; poor Catharsis died of what if there aren't any wolves?

Strides over to thomas.

*Whang*

You're right, poor departed Catharsis...it is very satisfying

katika
Aug 19, 2007, 02:16 PM
I may not be a magi, but the wolf signs are clear. The real question is, who or what is causing these disappearances? And what of the missing souls? I can only hope that if they made it to the my old village that they find a more pleasant fate.

I wish I knew more, but it is curious that my twin, Splime, disappeared as I did instead of dying. (I actually died, I think, but I'm here now, so what's the difference?) On the other hand, Catharsis was not so lucky as her counterpart.

Brisingamen
Aug 19, 2007, 05:52 PM
HO hum....the elder magi surveyed the village. Her eyes alighted on .SinClaire. Heyyyyy. How had she escaped suspicion? Wasn't she doomed to die? Loathing to vote for a fellow villager, still, .SinClaire. seems the obvious vote

.SinClaire.
Aug 19, 2007, 06:35 PM
I predicted this, first Flamingzaroc then me...anyway I vote for Brisingamen, what you did last night was wierd.

Twilight Falls
Aug 19, 2007, 06:57 PM
Hmmm, I must concur, that was weird. Brisingamen it is, then, unless the soul-devouring red hand of doom thing can be explained.

truckingpete
Aug 19, 2007, 10:42 PM
I too will vote for Brisingamen...very weird....

Bullshido
Aug 20, 2007, 12:25 AM
I vote for Nero's Fire to die. No particular reason, other than the fact that i do not believe brisingamen to be a wolf. I vote once again myself for mayor. This village needs order.

ethergar
Aug 20, 2007, 05:22 AM
It's Sunset
Day Five of the Crisis

Strange nights tend to lead into strange days. And while this one was fairly normal -- or at least as normal as one might expect in such trying times -- it carried the seed planted by the prior evening’s activities. Seeds have only one place to grow after being sown, and it was only a matter of time before these particular mysteries bloomed.

As the false sun slowly drifts down towards the edge of the tree line, the village begins to file out to the base of the Looking Glass. It was not uncommon for the villagers to avoid the Looking Glass throughout their daily lives. It was such an omnipresent force in their life, any measure of privacy from the garish red light was a welcome relief. Upon their arrival, they found a sight not visible from a distance, and instantly disturbing to each and every villager.

The monolithic crystal was named, as any villager could tell you, due to its mirror-like surface. Large portions of the gigantic gem were a smooth as a frozen lake, and had similar properties. By looking deep into the Looking Glass, one could make out the village through the other side, but it was clouded and distorted. As the villagers descended for their nightly gruesome work, they were greeted by dark lines that further interrupted the view through the crystal. These splitting lines broke and rejoined creating a mesh throughout the inner surface of the great stone that reminded those that stared at the unusual discoloration both as cracks upon an earthenware basin, just before the clay disintegrates, as well as the veins of a human body.

It was the blackness of those veins that caused the most uneasy eyes. As if poison was coursing through the life-force of the crystal. Any knowledged physician will tell you quickly that the best way to cure poison is a good bleeding, letting the melancholic imbalance drain away give way to a healthy sanguine level in the bloodstream. This was all well and good, and no doubt the village would have bled the Looking Glass right then and there… except… how do you bleed a what is essentially a giant rock?

Much discussion cropped up immediately. Everyone was in agreement that the dark lines criss-crossing their way across the landmark that had defined the town for ages was definitely a bad thing, but the cause was of particular interest, and a great cause for confusion. Some said that Brisingamen, who was marked to die, must have been the cause, based on her actions the last night. Others suggested that this damage to the gem had been going on since death entered the village on the night that Kroth was attacked. Surely then, this may simply be a continuation of that same problem. Perhaps the eerie hand that Brisingamen summoned was to do good not ill? No one knew the magic of the Looking Glass as well as Brisingamen, and the idea they were putting her to death was unsettling to some, especially with the emergence of the black lines.

But law was law, mayor or not in the village, it still had to be followed. And so the lines were drawn, and Brisingamen, bound and very much protesting, was brought to the center of the Death’s Own Hand.

Her death was swift. Merciless, painful, horrid, yes. But quick at least. A simple and effective end to questions.

But alas, here nothing is simple. And questions, like a weed, have a way of regrowing bigger and stronger than ever no matter how careful tended to. As the villagers marched up to inspect the fallen body, something horrible began to occur. It began as a spark in the Looking Glass, deep inside, as if the death of Brisingamen had ignited some foul magics best left sleeping. But like all flames, given sufficient fuel, it would only grow. The spark did this, and quite spectacularly too.

From the depths of the Looking Glass the bolt came hard and fast, through a side panel and straight at the crowd. Screams filled the air as the village dove for cover from the fantastic blast of energy. Most escaped completely unscathed. One did not.

And, as it seems all things in this dread village, the occurrence only added layers of mystery upon those already hard ground into the very fiber of this unnatural place. For as the village crowded around the not one, but two dead bodies, new surprises beyond their ken awaited them:

Brisingamen is dead, human, and quite innocent. A second villager lay not too far off; while equally dead, he does not appear to be quite so on the other counts. tuxedohamm lays charred and smoking on the village green. But, beyond the gigantic smoldering chest wound, he is most definitely not human. While no werewolf, this is certain, tuxedohamm has undergone a transformation upon death. His skin has turned a dark red, his shoulders are broader than before, and by his temples small horns are sticking out from beneath his hair. The magi of this village have studied long, and only one word would describe the dead man’s condition: Demon!

As if this dark fact was not enough to trouble the village, the massive output of the Looking Glass seems to have only weakened it, for the black lines have blotted together, and sizable chunks of the life force of the village are now covered in darkness. For the first time since forever, there is less light pouring into the village. A month ago, the villagers would have welcomed this change, but there are only grim faces now.

With night falling, the village returns to their huts to muse over these surprising findings. What does it mean? How many secrets does the village house? Beyond the werewolf, are there others working in consortium to bring down the village? Is there a connection between the dread beast and the fallen demon, or is it merely happenstance? One thing is clear, the crisis is moving to a critical front. No one is safe tonight. And the villagers begin to worry that safety will become a faded memory, shared but nearly forgotten in the days to come, much like the story of their origins. Something is sure to break soon, or perhaps it already has, and when the floodgates open: everyone loses.

It is nighttime!
Werewolf, submit your kill via PM!
Those with night actions, perform them!
Public posting is suspended!

katika
Aug 20, 2007, 10:02 AM
{ I won't be able to get back on until Thursday, after that morning post. Good luck! }

.SinClaire.
Aug 20, 2007, 01:59 PM
well, clearly it seems thomas was right...there are no werewolves. We're screwed.

Twilight Falls
Aug 20, 2007, 02:58 PM
I beg to differ, there could be (dread as the possibility is) multiple agents of darkness among us. Poor brisingamen, but at least her death was not for naught. I'm interested to hear what our mayor has to say, I'll hold off on voting until then.

thomas.berubeg
Aug 20, 2007, 03:02 PM
Thomas gets up sleepily, walks to the door of his house, and belows:
Would you people Shut up? i'm trying to sleep, and i can't if there's all you damn Magi talking all night.
he glares at the Magi, fingering his sword, and walks back into his house.

ethergar
Aug 21, 2007, 05:37 AM
It's Sunrise
Day Six of the Crisis

For the first time in a very long time, the village knew a measure of darkness. The red hue still pervaded everywhere, but it was dimmed by the blotches of blackness that coated the Looking Glass like the infected flesh of a diseased body. Darkness finally felt a bit dark, and this thought only added to the worries of the villagers. They could only hide in the huts through the night and wait.

The village waited. Waited. Waited. They had seen a demon die, yes, but they held no illusions this day that would mean the terror would end.

And yet, nothing happened.

No signs of battle awaited the village when they awoke. No one had heard the pandemonium that had erupted in previous nights. A head count was done, and every villager was accounted for.

The question then was: is it over?

It was an important distinction, but not one that anyone knew how to handle. And as day broke, it was one that only generated more questions.

<katika is absent for the day. As a one time thing, she has turned her vote in early.>

The silence that is brought about by the confusing night is broken by katika who announces she does not feel the threat is over, merely regrouping after what surely must have been a decisive blow. Asserting herself clearly over the crowd, who is eager for someone (else) to be the first to make their voice heard, katika marks the first execution vote for the day: thomas.berubeg to die!

It is daytime!
Villagers, place your votes for execution!
Villagers, place your votes for mayor!
Villagers, place your votes for item possession!
Public posting is open!

thomas.berubeg
Aug 21, 2007, 07:27 AM
What happened yesterday? Why did brisingamen suddenly get turned upon by the crowd? i'm going to go with the vote she made before being killed: .sinclaire.

.SinClaire.
Aug 21, 2007, 02:27 PM
I will vote for thomas as well...the reason the crowd turned on brinsigamen was because she didn't explain what she did, it was a tad strange.

she voted for me because I was just next in line, no plausible reason at all...

Twilight Falls
Aug 21, 2007, 03:09 PM
I agree with sinclaire, brisingamen died because she couldn't or wouldn't tell us what she did, or even offer a 'no comment' comment. Thus she attracted suspicion to herself and died. Your lack of comprehension in this matter is a little suspicious, thomas, so I will vote for you (unless you can explain yourself adequately before the day is over).

thomas.berubeg
Aug 21, 2007, 08:34 PM
What do i have to explain?

Nero's fire
Aug 21, 2007, 08:34 PM
So few, so dark. Getting darker, getting fewer.
Questions lead to questions which lead nowhere.
Staring up at a mirror do we see ourselves?
Is it our reflection or are we the reflection of them?

Demons struck down, taken before the night
Fur and teeth replaced by fire and brimstone
Are there wolves still, were there any to begin with?
False day will fade to night and more will be judged

Decisions decions. They rack our minds.
Up or down, jam or jelly?
But choices we still have, whom shall be claimed?
Sinclaire was saved, by whom and for what?
Two from the above, but if the reflection are we then the up would be down.
But Thomas knew ahead that no wolves were here.

Twilight Falls
Aug 21, 2007, 11:09 PM
He listens to Nero's fire poem in awe, then shakes self and addresses Thomas.
I misspoke a little, so let me clarify my position: Brisingamen was proven innocent, but we still don't know what she did with the ghostly hand, and the Looking Glass has been suffering quite a lot since that time. I don't think we should put too much trust into what she thought until we can understand that phenomenon. I do understand how little we have to go on right now, though ...

thomas.berubeg
Aug 22, 2007, 07:25 AM
He listens to Nero's fire poem in awe, then shakes self and addresses Thomas.
I misspoke a little, so let me clarify my position: Brisingamen was proven innocent, but we still don't know what she did with the ghostly hand, and the Looking Glass has been suffering quite a lot since that time. I don't think we should put too much trust into what she thought until we can understand that phenomenon. I do understand how little we have to go on right now, though ...

Incorrect. the looking glass has been slowly degrading since the beginning of this crisis. i beleive Bris, who as we all know, knows the most about the glass, was trying to replenish it's life force. it is only after her death that everything started to go really bad.

Twilight Falls
Aug 22, 2007, 12:37 PM
Ah, I understand your point now. We unfortunately still have very little to go on at the moment ... but I think I'll change my vote to SinClaire.

.SinClaire.
Aug 22, 2007, 02:19 PM
all just because brisingamen voted for me, heh...

Bullshido
Aug 22, 2007, 05:14 PM
I've been mostly quiet but its time for someone to speak out.
To begin:
I predicted this, first Flamingzaroc then me...anyway I vote for Brisingamen, what you did last night was wierd.

I too vote for SinClaire. You were far too quick to jump the gun on Brisingamen. Seems wolfish to me. Did you honestly think she was a wolf doing what she did so openly? That sort of false reasoning is exactly the type wolves themselves use to try to get rid of someone whom they are afraid of.

What I don't like in this village is that too many people are holding on to secrets, to the point that no one knows whats going on. Why not collaborate? Sure the wolf/Wolves/Imaginary pretend wolves that dont really exist probably wont want to (or want us to), but its hard to make informed choices on little info.

In short: Spill the beans!

I am from the other village, so i have seen both sides. This much is true: Each of us has a counterpart on the other side. I myself was a necromancer. Sadly though, I have no further ability: My skeleton was stolen from me when my life was taken. I still do not know how or why I was killed.

Catharsis, my "double" if you will, was obviously the necromancer here, though she would not speak of it to me when i asked politely and in confidence. Even if she would not confirm it for me in life, her death did just the same.
A woman by the name of Tolis in our last village swore that her own death would be, by her own words, cataclysmic. While i dont assume that she was telling the whole truth to me, her double on our side, Brisingamen was our last victim. Note what happened upon her death!


From the depths of the Looking Glass the bolt came hard and fast, through a side panel and straight at the crowd. Screams filled the air as the village dove for cover from the fantastic blast of energy. Most escaped completely unscathed. One did not.

And, as it seems all things in this dread village, the occurrence only added layers of mystery upon those already hard ground into the very fiber of this unnatural place. For as the village crowded around the not one, but two dead bodies, new surprises beyond their ken awaited them:

As if this dark fact was not enough to trouble the village, the massive output of the Looking Glass seems to have only weakened it, for the black lines have blotted together, and sizable chunks of the life force of the village are now covered in darkness. For the first time since forever, there is less light pouring into the village. A month ago, the villagers would have welcomed this change, but there are only grim faces now.

My question is...what happens to us if Tolis is killed?

A few points to ponder:

1: Is it possible for us to contact the other side? Particularly Tolis?

2: Where are the wolves!

3: Does anyone have any information on the Looking glass that could be useful to the village? (STOP BEING SO SELFISH!)

4: What is with people disappearing mysteriously (I am one such person and I have no idea what happened to me. I knew i was dead, but not how or why I died. I wish i could offer some unique perspective based on my knowledge of both villages, but maybe I know something that seems unimportant and i am forgetting. If anyone has any questions please....ask them!

I'm starting to believe the looking glass is more an enemy than any wolf ever was. How many now has it slain. How many more. What is happening!

Even if you have nothing to add, lets get some questions posted. Ideas, things we should think about. Maybe someone else has answers.

Any why yet do we have no mayor? I nominate myself again (assuming that the vote begins anew again...I dont know).

Twilight Falls
Aug 22, 2007, 05:43 PM
Well, I may be sealing my doom by revealing this but ... a night or two ago, I mysteriously recieved a black egg. I can't seem to get rid of it, either, though I would rather like to. He waves the egg in the air, then starts to throw it but stops at the last minute, looking confused. What was I doing again? Looks at egg. Oh, right, it places some sort of memory charm over me, so for good or bad I'm stuck with it. I don't know how this may tie in with the Looking Glass being poisoned, it does seem rather sinister, but I didn't take any action to recieve it so I don't know what it means.

Does anyone else have something to reveal? I've taken a bit of a risk revealing this (and being the first to reveal a secret), so don't leave me for the wolves.

If it's necessary to renominate a mayor then I'll vote for Bullshido due to his leadership in this matter.

.SinClaire.
Aug 22, 2007, 05:52 PM
I too vote for SinClaire. You were far too quick to jump the gun on Brisingamen. Seems wolfish to me. Did you honestly think she was a wolf doing what she did so openly? That sort of false reasoning is exactly the type wolves themselves use to try to get rid of someone whom they are afraid of.

no, I voted for her because she voted for me...it seems like the only thing people around are doing. Since Flamingzaroc and I were saved means that we're automatically "werewolves" so why not just vote for whomever wants me dead because I'm here. So after me who's next then? Thomas? Nero's Fire?

oh and if you think I voted for Brising for doing something weird, read the first paragraph again. I was only just saying what she did was weird, which it was sue me, and the rest followed...blame them for not thinking of a logical way of why they claimed her to be guilty. heh

No one questions their motives only mine...fine. Sucks being a Magi.

EDIT: and she wasn't quick to jump the gun on me? She voted for me because I made it past conviction, of what? I did nothing to seem a consortist with anyone...like Catharsis with Bono. I did nothing to make an off-the-wall vote, except when she did it to me.

{all said politely with a gentle overtone}

Twilight Falls
Aug 22, 2007, 07:34 PM
I followed your lead because I thought it was indeed suspicious, but brisingamen never got a chance to defend herself and I fear I may have been gravely mistaken in my prior judgement since brisingamen was indeed innocent and things have only gotten worse since then.

Bullshido
Aug 22, 2007, 08:31 PM
Well, I may be sealing my doom by revealing this but ... a night or two ago, I mysteriously recieved a black egg. I can't seem to get rid of it, either, though I would rather like to. He waves the egg in the air, then starts to throw it but stops at the last minute, looking confused. What was I doing again? Looks at egg. Oh, right, it places some sort of memory charm over me, so for good or bad I'm stuck with it. I don't know how this may tie in with the Looking Glass being poisoned, it does seem rather sinister, but I didn't take any action to recieve it so I don't know what it means.

Do you happen to remember the exact night? Who died? Could be related. Or perhaps it is related to the other village's happenings. Certainly our two villages are linked.

.SinClaire.
Aug 22, 2007, 08:45 PM
I'll vote for Bullshido to be mayor as well; seeing that from this moment on I'll be ignored, good luck finding your "werewolves"...

Twilight Falls
Aug 22, 2007, 11:43 PM
I found it in my pocket (my pajamas have pockets) when I woke up on Day Five. Splime had vanished during the night, and during the previous evening brisingamen executed first flamingzaroc121, then samuelson, and then summoned the strange ghostly hand that seemed to steal samuelson's soul (though he wouldn't have a soul after what we did to him of course). Both zaroc and sam were innocent, and we don't know anything about Splime ...

ethergar
Aug 23, 2007, 12:11 AM
<Mayoral and Item votes continue into the next day if the vote is not resolved, and it is still a valid vote. You do not need to vote again to renew your vote, unless it was voided out, or you wish to change your vote in some way.>

ethergar
Aug 23, 2007, 06:48 AM
It's Sunset
Day Six of the Crisis

Though the village’s population, scant from the start, was dwindling down to the last few survivors, this day seemed to be packed with more discussions than ever, breathing new life into what was swiftly becoming a ghost town.

Alas, all things end. As the shining disk began an inexorable decent into the tree line, the villagers knew their new life was about to be snuffed out, forcibly.

They assembled, quickly, efficiently. This bloody act was beginning to be second nature now. At the end of the day, however, the discussions had not brought a clear decision. Someone had to die. Enough time was put off once before delaying an execution due to a tie, but that one was a three way split with only a single vote each. This time, each was clearly suspected by the village proper.

The question was, who would go?

The village divided into factions and its scant populace, before the imposing light of the Looking Glass, rehashed the arguments of the day. Neither side was willing to move from their positions though, and it seemed like no compromise could be met.

The swift sound of a sword slippling from its sheath silenced the settlers. thomas.berubeg stood with determination with his simple, yet effective, blade in a combat-ready position. The guardsman bellowed, “.SinClaire., you’ve escaped a deserved death before, and I will not let you do so again!”

The scholar looked up from a page of notes, surprised. She managed to stammer out, “Wh-what are you saying? That’s murder!”

The dialogue, if any more was to be brought to the table was quickly put aside as the proverbial table was tossed aside as a battle begun. thomas.berubeg was a skilled sell-sword, and had battle many a beast across the frozen wasteland. Lacking any real purpose, it is certain his skill had diminished some, but of all the villagers, he had attempted to hold onto his past, often standing guard for hours as if this defiant stance would keep away the madness that had been slowly slipping into the minds of the villagers. Perhaps madness was what brought about this, perhaps simply a perservation instinct, or perhaps a greater insight than would have been expected of a Mundane, for as the blade swung down, .SinClaire., reacted with the grace of a warrior, and easily dodged the swing.

“So be it, human. You wish to face death? I have lived in the fiery pit for ages beyond reckoning, and will be glad to bring you home,” the scholar’s voice was still recognizable, but just barely, for as the stunned villagers watched, she took on characteristics beyond that of any human: that of a demon!

Lithe and wary, .SinClaire. flipped out of the way of another of the guardsman’s swings with the grace of a dancer, she moved as the last remnants of her humanity melted away to be replaced by the think red demon hide, complete with all the accoutrements of an infernal being: horns, very sharp teeth, and a set of claws that looked like something out of a nightmare. Dodging the powerful blows from the crude iron sword, .SinClaire. showed she knew how to use them, as she raked the flesh of the human facing a demon in mortal combat.

The guardsman was grim; he had faced the horrors that the snow brought. Great monsterous creatures that seemed bent on wiping out the shreds of humanity that escaped Mucarn’s wrath, but those lumbering giants were not thinking foes. This supernatural danger was one that had clearly known battle before, and as he swung his sword defensively now, he knew that death was a very real possibility.

If he died, how many villagers would it take to down a full blooded enraged demon? Would there even be a village? Steeled to the seriousness of his task, he redoubled his efforts.

Seeing her foe backing down, and resorting to defensive manuevers, the demoness .SinClaire. feinted forward in a mock high sweep, and the guardsman acted predictably, he swung his sword up in a high parry, but the rush was merely a ruse, and the manueverable foe ducked near her foe and slashed straight at his heart.

The damage was done, but the mercenary soldier had known pain before, and as the thin razor blades cut a wide slash across his chest, he grappled the fiend. No supernatural brute, this demon’s strength was in intellect and speed, she fought back, but it was clear that coming in for a killing blow was a dangerous manuever that had turned against her.

As she struggled to break free, thomas.berubeg finished the fight in a decisive blow before she regained her room to manuever. .SinClaire. stumbled towards the crowd, a parrying dagger the guardsman had swiftly drawn had brought her end, for her throat was slit from one end to the other, and a thick blood flowed freely from the wound. In a scant few moments, she was dead.

The guardsman, however, was little better. With the rush of battle ended, the guardsman collapsed to the ground. His chest was savagely ripped open, and already much blood and been lost. He may live, but he certainly won’t be fighting any more demons any time soon.

As the hero was patched up, the question that lingered on was why had no one assisted the fiend? Already two demons had been revealed. Was this the end of the crisis, or had a third hung back, bargaining the death of their ally for more time to murder the villagers each night?

What’s more, was there ever any werewolf at all? The illusions that caused tuxedohamm and .SinClaire to appear human were so convincing that perhaps the threat of the werewolf was merely a misdirection to cause panic while the real threat went about its gruesome work.

Tonight would bring the answer, though likely no relief, for a dread sense that this was not yet done hung in the air.

It is nighttime!
Werewolf, submit your kill via PM!
Those with night actions, perform them!
Public posting is suspended!

ethergar
Aug 24, 2007, 06:53 AM
It's Sunrise
Day Seven of the Crisis

The village stood silent, waiting. Always it had waited. For centuries, it knew a calm patience, and the people were skilled on how to hold their breath just a little while longer. For while redemption may never come for cursed souls such as theirs, at least they would receive answers before all was lost. This night, they were sure, would reveal some.

The outbreak of battle was late in the night, just before dawn. Mentally, the village was already prepared for the victim. Most felt safest tonight, and yet most vulnerable. For their greatest asset was surely being murdered. It meant a night they were protected; a stay of execution, but also the death of a skilled warrior that could fight toe-to-toe with demon kind.

The predictions of the villagers were not in error. The village, as it collectively breeched the relative safety of their homes, to enter into the early dawn, all chose to investigate the home of thomas.berubeg. No one was surprised to find the wounded guardsman finished off.

There was little sign of struggle, not entirely unexpected as the mortally wounded man was in no condition to fight, but what there was confirmed the suspicions of many: there was no evidence a wolf had been here. No tracks. No hairs. The poor guardsman was surely slaughtered, but he was cut open with weaponry, not ripped with fang and claw.

Whether this knowledge would be helpful or not, one thing surely true: the demon remaining in this town meant death for each villager, and unless they banded together now, the village would never find justice for their murdered comrades.

It is daytime!
Villagers, place your votes for execution!
Villagers, place your votes for mayor!
Villagers, place your votes for item possession!
Public posting is open!

katika
Aug 24, 2007, 11:29 AM
Katika walks out of her tent and joins the others. She still doesn't seem perfectly well, but her thoughts were clear enough.

Ugh, I'm sorry that the vote I placed in a deranged state of mind nearly led to us lynching an innocent. Now it seems obvious that .SinClaire. was guilty, but that's easier said after the fact. I find it suspicious that Nero's fire has only spoken twice, and one of those times was to vote against thomas. I think the demons took advantage of my unchangeable vote (since I was gone), and it nearly worked for them.

Twilight Falls
Aug 24, 2007, 01:43 PM
5 left now, perhaps as many as 2 demons remaining. Brave swordsman, he essentially sacrificed himself so that we would have a chance at victory. truckingpete has been awfully quiet ... we are essentially shooting in the dark at this point, though. Some could even construe Bullshido's leadership as a self-serving ploy by a demon ... but enough needless speculation, I've made my choice for tonight unless truckingpete can come up with a reason for not being executed.

katika
Aug 24, 2007, 02:47 PM
If you're voting based on silence, why not lynch Nero's fire? If he's an innocent, why hasn't he been helping us hunt the wolves, demons, or whatever is preying on us?

Twilight Falls
Aug 24, 2007, 05:48 PM
They've both been quiet, actually. Nero did support Thomas (for mayor or items or something) so that makes him a little less suspicious, but they've both posted essentially the same (if I'm wrong and overlooked something here, please correct me). And truckingpete also voted for brisingamen, though he might just have been swayed by the demon Sinclaire's words, as I was.

Might as well force both of them to defend themselves now, though ;)

katika
Aug 24, 2007, 06:02 PM
{ :confused: I can only find two posts in this thread by Nero's fire and eight by truckingpete. }

It would be a shame if there was no competition for the lynching votes, as that would almost guarantee that we have picked an innocent. Let everyone have their say.

Nero's fire
Aug 24, 2007, 06:38 PM
{OOC: The reason for my silence for the first few days is I wasn't feeling like myself... in fact a bit like Tasslehoff and I believe I have 4 posts which is still half of truckingpete}

Demons and demons, from within and without.
within our midst without a clue
Catharsis' clone says we are beast
But we aren't... are we?

So many days so many nights
Addles the brain, distrust your sights
Who on the outherside are we?
Have we perished yet? By wolf or man?

No! Wolves there are none,
no beast or monster slew the guard
seek not the red skinned foe
Nervious the fiend you slew last night

Nervous minds lead to waggling tongues
You're voistrousness will be your doom
Talk so much you help us little
katika we'll see why from high you fell

{Edit:Fixed colouring}

Twilight Falls
Aug 24, 2007, 08:52 PM
(OOC: Nero, do you always vote in plain bold for execution?
Edit: thanks)

Hmmm. Let's see what truckingpete has to say now ... I'm also curious to hear the opinion of our Mayor.

Bullshido
Aug 24, 2007, 09:11 PM
I have some news to announce later tonight, but there are other matters I have to attend to first {ooc: I'm on break from work and eating while i read messages. I'll post my explanations later today. No time now. In fact, I think I'm already late heading back. ZOOM!}

katika
Aug 24, 2007, 10:07 PM
I'm curious, Twilight Falls, about your black egg. Is there anything you haven't told us? I'm having difficulty seeing the egg. { I thought ethergar confirmed items and he hasn't confirmed your "black egg." Either ethergar missed your posts or you're lying... or maybe I just don't understand the rules. }

ethergar
Aug 24, 2007, 10:17 PM
<Totally my fault. The GM confirms the presence of Twilight Fall's Black Egg.>

truckingpete
Aug 24, 2007, 11:13 PM
Well I say Nero's Fire should go. (and ive been quiet becuase of football and homework)

Bullshido
Aug 25, 2007, 03:28 AM
I want to start this off by stating that I am trying to present this with as little bias and as much truth as possible.

After my push for information, I gleaned the following information. I come openly with it because it would be hypocritical to keep it to myself after asking everyone else to come forward.

I have gained contact with the other village, specifically 1 person from it.

Due to my living in each village I have noticed a few things that you guys with your limited viewpoint would be not be privileged to.

First:
Everyone in the village has a reflection on the other side. Probably you knew this or could guess it, but I am confirming it now.
The Magi:
twilight - dcbandicoot - ?
Catharsis Female - Bullshido - Necromancer
e350tb - Grillick - Sorceror
tuxedohamm - LightFang - Mage
merciary - Izipo - Healer
Samuelson - Allysian_Fields - Warlock
Brisingamen Female - Tolis Female - Elder Magi
flamingzaroc121 Female - Niklas Female - Astrologer
Nero's fire (Tasslehoff) - Nahkarma - ?????
.SinClaire. Female - Chandrasekhar - Scholar
Frozen In Ice - Jono - Augerer

The Mundane:
thomas.berubeg - Rheinmetall - Guardsman
Splime - katika Female - Servant
truckingpete - Sepuku - Alchemist??? <-- Educated guess. I know an alchemist was slain in the other village and i think an alchemist is a "mundane" trucking, would you mind confirming this?
Leeksoup - The13thRonin - War Hero

I also noted the roles everyone has.

Now, I recieved a message from the other side:
The astrologer was an angel with the ability to steal or to randomly get other items, lynched.
The prophet was an innocent and so was his copy, werewolf attack.
The enchanter was an angel, died after lynching from a bolt coming out of the crystal.
The warlock was innocent, lynched.
The healer was innocent, werewolf attack.
The augerer, who was your Frozen In Ice's copy, died and was innocent, lynched.
The alchemist was innocent, he died either of werewolf attack or by the guardsman's hands.
The guardsman was innocent, he died at the same time as the alchemist.
The acolyte was innocent, lynched.

Then, I copy what happened to our own side as well as that to get the following:
(Alive/Innocent on twilight/dcbandicoot means that twilight is alive and dcbanicoot is dead and innocent. make sense? Samuelson/Allysian is Innocent/Innocent and so on. I bolded all dead people)

The Magi:
twilight - dcbandicoot - ????? - (Alive/?Alive?)
Catharsis Female - Bullshido - Necromancer - (Innocent/Alive)
e350tb - Grillick - Sorceror - (Not our problem: neither in our village)
tuxedohamm - LightFang - Mage - (Demon/Angel)
merciary - Izipo - Healer - (Innocent/Innocent)
Samuelson - Allysian_Fields - Warlock - (Innocent/Innocent)
Brisingamen Female - Tolis Female - Elder Magi (Innocent/Alive)
flamingzaroc121 Female - Niklas Female - Astrologer (Innocent/Alive)
Nero's fire (Tasslehoff) - Nahkarma - ????? - (Alive/?Alive?)
.SinClaire. Female - Chandrasekhar - Scholar (Demon/Alive)
Frozen In Ice - Jono - Augerer - (Alive/Innocent)

The Mundane:
thomas.berubeg - Rheinmetall - Guardsman - (Innocent/Innocent)
Splime - katika Female - Servant (Alive/Alive)
truckingpete - Sepuku - Alchemist (Alive/Innocent)
Leeksoup - The13thRonin - War Hero - (Innocent/Alive)

Now, this fun chart brings some interesting information to the table. I have two theories that are not mutually exclusive:

Theory 1: Everyone in this is a reflection of their self on the other side of the Looking Glass. Including guilt/innocence.

Proof: Myself and Catharsis are both innocent (sure this doesn't work for everyone, but it was proof enough for me :) and both were necromancers.
In the other town, Tolis was very full of himself, sure that his own death would have "cataclysmic results". Didn't heed this one too much attention, until brisingamens death. I'm not sure cataclysmic, but it certainly was bad. I only wonder what happens when Tolis dies as well. Tuxedoham was a demon, lightfang was an angel. All mirrors.

Sure, not foolproof, but its what i got.

Theory 2: Last nights attack was because of an angel.
Demons/Wolves do not use swords. So the other village has at least 1 demon to deal with, and probably only 1 unless we have another angel.

I know what I think about all this, but what do you all make of it.

Its also come to my attention that while i have been referred to as mayor once by twilight, I'm not actually mayor (only have 2 votes..when sinclair voted me, i had 3/6 now i have 2/5. Still not a majority.

Nero's fire
Aug 25, 2007, 08:07 AM
From the mirror was sent our hope and scourge
Bullshido to lead us

ethergar
Aug 25, 2007, 08:20 AM
<Bullshido has been appointed mayor by majority vote. Bullshido's votes now are worth .5 more for tie breaking purposes.>

Bullshido
Aug 26, 2007, 03:29 AM
I was missing a key fact. {ooc: I blame ethergar}: Thomas was killed by a demon. (read the summary: this was not apparent in the post decrbing the morning.)
I vote for truckingpete to die
Ignore any and all private messages i have sent to any of you over this past day: This one fact messed up my entire arguement.
Heck ignore my theories too.
I dont want to mislead anyone, and I was wrong.

katika
Aug 26, 2007, 05:47 AM
...But according to your list, truckingpete should be innocent? I believe you think Nero's fire is innocent, so I will change my vote to Twilight Falls so we can catch who must be the demon then.

ethergar
Aug 26, 2007, 06:45 AM
<Voting is closed. I am sorry, I'm far behind on writing the story, and need sleep. It will be up later today.>

ethergar
Aug 26, 2007, 08:40 PM
It's Sunset
Day Seven of the Crisis

The village assembled at the Looking Glass. This day’s voting had been chaotic, with changes of votes, and spread across a wide section of the village. It seems in these last days, no one was trusted.

However, it was the appointment of the new mayor that broke what would have been another tie in the village. Bullshido, an Other, had taken an unusual role of leadership, and his tie breaking power tipped the scale. When dusk finally arrived, as if creeping along waiting, waiting, waiting for the moment to settle, it was truckingpete slated to die.

The entire village, all five assembled, as if they could still be called a village with just the five. There were not enough magi left alive to perform a Death’s Hand ritual. Brisingamen’s trick was no option either, for her knowledge had died with her. After so much time spent reaching a decision, it was made plain that few had considered just how they were planning on executing an execution.

Bullshido, though, was ready. He threw the cloth from the bundle at the base of the Looking Glass, and revealed thomas.berubeg’s simple sword and parrying dagger. Grasping one in each hand, clearly not as comfortable with the procedure as the guardsman, he announced his intentions. “truckingpete you will die by the blade of our hero, and with you, the demon inside will die.” He sounded very confident, though this past day he had been one of the most frequent to change his vote, and the villagers remaining wondered if such a claim could be trusted.

The snapping of bindings left little doubt.

truckingpete threw aside the ropes that previously held him secure, and bared a wide grin of razor sharp teeth. With his enchanted illusion set aside, the demon form was laided true, and it was frightening. In his hand, though moments before was nothing, lay a small curved dagger that rests easily, with the grace of one who has lived in combat. Along its jagged blade is inscribed ornate lettering of which you cannot decipher, yet hangs known at the corners of your mind. A tongue of ages long since past that is recognizable and alien in a single breath. “Cattle, I bid you welcome to Nightwish, she has been my friend for many an eon, and always strikes true. I will make sure you all die slowly by her loving care.”

Shaking, Bullshido seems ready to turn and run; he has the weaponry of a warrior, but no training to use them. It seems this plan was one with a few holes in it. But as the demon truckingpete charges, Twilight Falls intercedes. The acolyte slips in the path of the vicious dagger, and bares his body for the blow. truckingpete does not seem to care who he hits, in full bloodrage now, and swings at the new target. A mistake. With a flash of brillant light -- white light, not the red the villagers have known so long -- the demon is thrown back. Twilight Falls is encased in a shining bubble of light, and it pours out from him just as the light of Lugus blesses the multitudes. truckingpete does not get a second chance. Seeing him fall, the villagers attack: Nero’s fire launches an energy blast, and Bullshido lunges with the sword, leaving the demon’s chest asunder. Black blood flows forth, and it is clear the demon is beaten. As he dies, the village knows peace.

Or does it?

With a shimmering shutter, the Looking Glass vanishes, as if simple unmade by the powers of a god. With it, the false sun fades, the illusionary treeline drops from view and the village seems a bit more populated. Two warriors stand over a set of corpses. Blood stains their weaponry, cudgels marked with the holy words of battle. One is an angel, pale and monsterous in appearance, he still has the body of Brisingamen -- though she is already dead, tightly in his grasp, by the neck. He drops the corpse like that of a rag doll. Also among the fresh dead are Splime and Leeksoup though again, he had already died.

Looking over the scant survivors, and fallen demon, the angel gives a grim nod, as if appreciation for this work, and simply marches off. He seems disinterested in you. His companion, Frozen In Ice follows. He was one of the first dead from this village, but now seems above it, as if transcended to a new level. He follows the angel with a purpose beyond that of mortals.

No longer a shell of trees blocked the villagers from the landscape they had traveled so many, many centuries ago. And for the first time, they looked upon this land again, and saw that it was changed. No longer did ice reign. The village had outlasted it, and the land had entered into a new age: one of rebirth. In every direction, green grasslands welcomed them. A sweet summer breeze wafted into the village. This was no false sent propagated by the Looking Glass, this was fresh from grasses and wild flowers that were alive. For the first time, in a long time, the villagers felt so too.

They slept one more night in the village, and left in the morning. Each together for a time, but they had all known each other long enough, and quickly seperated.

Nero’s fire, the Thaurmaturge, found an Amurite city and quickly found himself the talk of the town. He spent years lecturing in their universities of magic about the experiences he had trapped in the thrall of the Looking Glass, and when he did finally feel real age catching up to him, retired in a comfortable apartment near the bakery and library, content to spend his last years eating well, and reading better.

Twilight Falls, Guardian of Lugus, found that in the centuries he had been gone, a people known as the Malakim had adopted the worship of Lugus. Eager to be done with summer idyllics, the priest was happy for the change of scene, and simply being able to walk. He made his prilgrimage to the shine of Lugus, built by Varn Gosam himself on the shore of the Scorpion River. He now boasts a hearty tan, and is welcome in the court of the elfin king. He has no plans of ever seeing a summer landscape again, finding the desert life agreeable to him.

Bullshido, former Necromancer stripped of his magic with his first death, put his knowledge of death to good use. Eager to be done with the nonsense of angels and demons, he enrolled himself in the service of the Cassiel of the Grigori, and trained in their arts as an expert healer. He was quickly given a position in the Ordine Medicos, and has had more time spent with the dead in just a few years than he had with all his time sneaking around the Amurites, stepping on toes and trying to keep from breaking their complicated laws. He’s never been happier, even if a few of his patients complain about his lack of empathy for their upcoming condition.

katika disappeared from sight when the Looking Glass fell. No one knows what happened to her. However, with the speed she made herself scarce at seeing the angel, it is probable it is to no good.

<Villagers Win, Congratulations!>

NotW VIII: Through the Looking Glass is completed!
Participants may read either thread!
Thanks for playing!

thomas.berubeg
Aug 26, 2007, 08:49 PM
Good game all :)

Ethergar, what did my dagger have that was special?

ethergar
Aug 26, 2007, 08:56 PM
My notes on the game can be downloaded (for now) at this site. (http://www.mediafire.com/?dz19syt4bgm)

For your specific question, the owner could sacrifice themselves on it to transfer their strength (+2 charges for the true prophet, or +1 str for the demons/angel prophet)

Nero's fire
Aug 26, 2007, 09:14 PM
Wow Bullshido we were both right. Angels are good for us but the otherside wanted to get rid of them. I was able to carry message back and forth though only found Nakaharma after Brigs died.

sirtommygunn
Aug 26, 2007, 09:18 PM
just so you all know i was planning on coming back and i forget why i didnt (probobly because twilight revealed the egg) anyway great game!

EDIT: also my motivation was to protect merciary if you couldnt tell from the notes