Long Game 11: Twinborn Village

[Newan he/him]

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[Newan he/him]

Night 1: And So It Begins

 

"This is your purpose: to kill the Spiked and return peace to Twinborn Village.  I name you, the Twinborn!" shouted Jabber.  The old man did love the sound of his own voice.  

 

Mayor Remmie Gund took the advantage of the pause in the man's speech to start clapping.  Whether or not Jabber was finished jabbering didn't matter, because now it Remmie time.  

 

The Mayor ran up onstage before the crowd stopped clapping for the storyteller.  "Thank you, Twinborn Village!  And thank you, Jabber for those inspiring words."

 

The clapping died down very quickly.  

 

"I have gathered you here tonight to clean up the mess you've made.  This whole 'Twinborn' nonsense is obviously what sparked the Spiked murders.  If everyone with two powers hadn't behaved like they were better than other people, maybe the Spiked wouldn't be so anxious to kill in order to gain powers."

 

Negging.  If it works on chicks, it's got to work on Twinborn.  

 

"Then again," he added, a little bit softer now, as if he was sharing a secret, "If Sheriff Millie spent more time on her job and less time on arts and crafts, these murderers might already be behind bars."

 

The anti-spiked campaign was Gund's last hope of turning public opinion around before the next election.  What would happen to all his hard work if people started thinking about electing Millie instead?  He grimaced.

 

"As of now, Twinborn Village is officially at war with the Spiked, and you are our soldiers.  They are the enemy, and want nothing more than to bring the Final Empire down upon us again.  Eradicate them."

 

Gund struggled to keep a smile off his lips upon seeing the wide eyes of the people gathered before him.  Shock and awe, indeed.  And now, for the catch phrase.  

 

"Now go, and let's get stuff done!"

 

 

The game has officially begun.  Here is the player list, with occupations:

 

1. Temai Nimiad (Nicroburst) - Peels grapes and feeds them to Lord Mountford

2. Karlin (Surgebound Rainspren) - Deputy, and famously terrible whittler

3. Bortington-Smythe (Bort) - Street artist 

4. Cleo (Winter Cloud) - Worldhopper

5. Honerius Bager (The Honey Badger) - Down-on-his-luck trapper

6. Hadrian Penrod (Araris Valerian) - Genealogist prankster

7. Axies (phattemer) - Worldhopper

8. Walin (spencer12347) - Fans Lord Mountford with a frond

9. Faliu Faliu (Feligon) - Unemployed

10. D'wag (vineyarddawg) - Homesteader

11. Rolan (Alvron) - Headstone carver

12. Lord Ostrich Malescei Tekiel II (ostrichofevil) - Makes stained-glass windows

13. Millie (Mailliw73) - Sheriff, and expert whittler

14. Quaqua Qua (Splinter) - Apprentice to Jaelre

15. Jain (Lightsworn Panda) - Traveler

16. Pifferluke III (Lord Pifferdoo) - Margrave of a far-off land

17. Cylkan (Clanky) - Streetlamp lighter

18. Sheol (Eolhondras) - Elementary school teacher

19. Lutir (Tulir) - Con artist

20. Levant Nebben (lev) - Amphibian rights activist

21. Kwon (Wonko the Sane) - Metalsmith

22. Dow (dowanx) - Stock market broker who alwasy secretly dreamed of becoming an actor

23. neo (neodymium) - Leads the team that carries Lord Mountford's sedan chair

24. Lord Mattias Mountford (Lord Mattias Mountford) - Spends his family's money

25. Acer Tuy (a smart guy) - Runs an amphibian hatchery

26. Malrick A'Lees (Metacognition) - Bartender

27. Jaelre (Jaelre) - Jailer

28. Kirrah Dotze (twelfthrootoftwo) - Conspiracy theorist

29. Jode (The Only Joe) - Unemployed

30. Llurch (Kandra Skrull) - Fast food chain owner

31. Ella (luckat) - Baker

 

Please turn in your actions by Monday, 8:00 pm PDT.

Edited March 30, 2015 by Newan

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Do you know how much longer it will take to finish sending out roles?

 

Negging.  If it works on chicks, it's got to work on Twinborn.  

 

Obligatory XKCD Response Comic. (OXRC)

[Araris Valerian he/him]

I am most certainly NOT a musician. I don't even know what bluegrass is! Hadrian is a hardcore, lazy, Luthadel nobleman with a penchant for pranks in tough situations that just make things more awkward. He definitely never had access to genealogies of all of the final empire for a two week span...

 

Please refer to me as the genealogist prankster in the player list from this point forward.

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

A repost of the map:

[Aonar he/him]

Do you know how much longer it will take to finish sending out roles?

 

All PMs have been sent. Sorry for the delay. There's a storming lot players.

[Newan he/him]

Thank you, Jain, for reposting the map.  

 

Some important reminders:

 

The rule for contingency plans has changed.  You can now only include a contingency plan for an action that requires a target.  You can only include one contingency plan for each of these actions.  

 

All players (except those whose powers dictate otherwise) who do spend an action period sleeping during the night will not have their votes counted in the next day.  So if you want to be able to vote, don't forget to sleep.  

Edited March 30, 2015 by Newan

[ostrichofevil he/him]

Hello!  Why don't we refrain from killing people this cycle?

 

Edit - Oh.  Night ends 11:52 EST, right? (24 hours from when the topic was started)

Edited March 30, 2015 by ostrichofevil

[Wonko the Sane he/him]

Agreed on the no-killing, for now. At least until everyone gets their bearings in this overly complicated game.

[Wonko the Sane he/him]

This game is crazy. I'm thinking we need to get some strategy going really quick. North, South, West, East. We need to get people searching the rooms quickly. How does everyone think of the idea of people saying which direction they're going? Maybe we could put people on the job of trying to search for certain items? Like: I look for Lerrasium alloy, someone else looks for the caffine pill. Ect. These are just ideas thrown out there. I'm not saying any of them are any good (I have a record of having plans that sound good in my head but are actually terrible once I throw them out.)

We don't search for specific items, we just see if we can find whatever item is in the same room as us. If we wanted to divide labor, we would do it by rooms, not by item. also, lerasium and caffeine aren't in play yet; all the items are currently "pretty cool" items. 

[Wonko the Sane he/him]

Sorry, accidental downvote on Winter. Can someone fix it?

 

Winter, if we did start such strategizing, how would you divide our resources (me and you, that is.)

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Hello!  Why don't we refrain from killing people this cycle?

 

Edit - Oh.  Night ends 11:52 EST, right? (24 hours from when the topic was started)

Agreed, for obvious reasons.

 

No, it'll be at 11:00 pm EST.

[Surgebound Rainspren he/him]

Karlin drove the knife's blade into the table, clouds of wood shavings drifted down and collected at his feet. He blew the dust of his creation and sat back to admire it. It had originally intended to be a dragon ( a mythical beast from the stories of old), but now resembled a slightly squashed caterpillar. "Hmmm" he thought "a caterpillar, what a strange word, I wonder what it is.  

[Clanky he/him]

"Well this is obviously just a political move by the mayor. He is just sowing fear in the hopes that we view him as our protector come election time. We have nothing real to worry about. I can't believe is willing to let innocent people die just to get reelected. He has definitely lost my vote!" 

 

No one seemed to listen to Cylkans rebuke of the mayor. They were all too busy planning on how to defend against this made up threat. 

 

Enough of this, I need a drink. As he was about to walk into the alehouse he noticed that the streetlamp was out again. It was out almost every time Cylkan saw it. He had checked everything, the gas line (What do you think they would actually use for streetlamps?) was fine everything was in the right place and had been replaced since this had started but it still kept going out.

 

Something odd is going on here and I as the legal watcher and protector of these lamps will find out what. This is a real and important mystery not like those silly spiked everyone else is talking about. First I need to interview witnesses and Malrick is always here. 

 

Cylkan walked into the alehouse and sat down at the bar.

 

"So Malrick, tell me about your troublesome lamp."

 

 

Aside: Do you have a name for your bar Meta? It seems like Cylkan likes it their so I don't want to keep just calling it the alehouse.

[vineyarddawg]

Ugh, politics, D'wag thought.  I'd choose to be a spiked drab skaa bridgeman without an Aviar (whatever those things are) before I'd be a politician.

 

I agree, we shouldn't kill on the first night.

[Araris Valerian he/him]

Does said bar serve spiked drinks?

[twelfthrootoftwo]

"...But an entire village of Twinborns? Why? Do you even know when you arrived? I certainly don't. We've been brainwashed, I tell you. This is all a plot by the Trellists to build their perfect metalborn bloodline! And the Spiked? Here to "unite" us against a common foe. Sheriff Millie knows exactly what's going on, mark my words..."

 

Mouth still moving, Kirrah looked towards the oddly-shaped package leaning against the stage. She'd checked it out before the gathering - strange packages were excellent theory fodder, particularly when everyone in the village could see them. This one had been specifically addressed to "Lord Hadrian Penrod", who had just discovered it. Unexpectedly, by the baffled look on his face.

 

"...should all move north twice tonight, break free from the Trellists' artificial limitations..."

 

Millie and Karlin, watching surreptitiously through the dispersing crowd, suddenly started laughing. Kirrah looked back to Penrod, who wore a distinctly unimpressed expression, with...was that a...

Penrod abruptly turned on his heel and strode away, leaving the - yes, it was a banjo - behind. Curiosity satisfied, Kirrah ran a few steps to catch up with her audience - Lord Mountford and retinue, she realised.

 

"...why we can't expect any help from Gurn. Whoops, Mayor Gurn. Anyway, if we can get our hands on some aluminium foil hats, we can at least avoid the worst of the brainwashing if they decide to -mmfh!" She cut off abruptly as Temai shoved a handful of grapes in her mouth.

 

"Go bother someone else," he growled. It was accompanied by a menacing wave from Walin's palm frond. As they walked away, Kirrah fixed them with the meanest glare she could muster (not her best, thanks to the mouthful of delicious grapes) until they were out of sight.

 

The square was mostly empty by then. Several of the villagers were still conversing, and the banjo lay where Penrod had left it. The alehouse would be a better place to continue her work, she decided.

 

But she couldn't quite banish the image of the banjo, lying forlorn and forgotten at the base of the stage. After a few paces, her mind was made up. She turned and quickly walked over to it, and tried a few experimental twangs.

 

If Lord Penrod doesn't want to be a bluegrass musician, Kirrah will be happy to fill the gap

 

If we're looking to maximise our item-gaining potential, then dividing labour is probably a good idea. Longer term, maybe we could have people staking out individual rooms to search them repeatedly, to help in building up familiarity?

 

[Wonko the Sane he/him]

Kwon sat, nursing his ale, as Cylkan interrogated Malrick. Caught on at last, have you, boy? Kwon himself could spare little attention for the conversation. The rumors had been confirmed, a call to arms made.

 

And, he noticed with a scowl, Drell has conveniently slipped out of the alehouse, just as things started to heat up.

 

He should be heading home, preparing for the coming days. People would be wanting metal. But he just couldn't bear the notion of walking home in the dark.

 

Just one more drink, he told himself. Just one more.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

There has to be at least one secret role in this game. There has to be, with how complicated it is. You can't just avoid thinking like that. We should assume there's at least two, to be safe.

I doubt it. This game is complicated enough without Secret roles, and all Scadrilian roles are included already. Besides, it takes a Notorious troll of a GM to put in a secret role. 

 

ANother problem with dividing up where everyone goes, is that we don't know how the spiked kill works. can they target a specific person and kill them no matter what? Or do they have to target a person in the room with them? If it's the Next, then we should never divulge which room we're in. If it's the Previous, then we should divide up rooms.

 

EDIT: Fixing Colour

Edited March 31, 2015 by The Only Joe

[Aonar he/him]

And the first half of the Night is over! If you have any actions still to come in, get them in fast, or else the won't be counted. Feel free to post, or talk in PMs or do whatever else you like. If you have a power that allows you to change your actions, you will be notified.

 

Write up might be a little late tomorrow; the results should still come at around 10:00 CST, but the rest will be a little later. (Hopefully not too much later, but you never know.)

 

EDIT: To answer your question, Joe, the Spiked kill is limited by room.

Edited March 31, 2015 by Aonar Faileas

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

So we definitely shouldn't tell what rooms we're in. OF course, the spiked can still say kill a random target, but there's no way around that.

[Lord Mattias Mountford]

"Walin, where are you man?! it's sweltering out here and I need to be fanned!" Lord Mountford called. "sorry mi' lord, I was just refilling your jug of wine." Replied Walin. "ahh, good man, call Temai over if you please. I'm getting hungry and these fine southern grapes aren't going to peel themselves." Mountford replied. Temai came out of the house at a scamper, he had obviously been taking an afternoon nap as his hair was dishevelled and his clothes were wrinkled. he knelt and said "sire I apologies, it's just with the commotion caused by these spiked I have hardly had a wink of sleep." "you're forgiven boy, just get back to peeling those grapes, I'm famished." Mountford finished as he reclined on his warm sedan chair.

 

 

NOTE: lord Mountford is prone to calling anyone he considers 'inferior' to himself "boy", no matter their age. (so almost everyone, in Mountfords mind)

Edited March 31, 2015 by Lord Mattias Mountford

[Bort he/him]

Bortington-Smythe woke up. damnation, he had overslept again. Now people were tramping through the town square, destroying the satirical piece he had nearly finished of the Mayor. From what others were saying, it sounded like he had slept through some speech or something.

 

Something about Twinborn, and Spiked. Well, he'd figure it out if it was important. Right now, though, Bortington-Smythe needed eggs.

 

He unfolded himself from beneath the bench he was sleeping under, and wandered off, yawning and stretching as he went.

 

(OOC: Sorry guys, I wasn't paying attention to the forums at the weekend, so I missed Day One. My excuse is I slept through it).

[Newan he/him]

Because there are so many PMs to send out, and we want to start Day 1 on time, we're going to start sending out PMs.  Please don't discuss the results of your actions until the next cycle starts.  

[Newan he/him]

When will the next cycle start? An hour and a half? Less? More?

 

Around 8:30 PDT maybe.