Elandera

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I have power back again ( ), so we wanted to check what you'd like to happen with rollover. Please vote in purple with the following options. We will take it into consideration while we balance it with our own schedules. 1. Maintain 6 p.m. PDT rollovers 2. Extend this day turn to end Sunday at 12 p.m. PDT 3. Shorten this turn to end Saturday at 12 p.m. PDT 4. Extend the next night turn to end Monday at 12 p.m. PDT

The wording of the rule is 1/3 "Fort Folk votes." Since Governor's ability counts as two votes, it is two votes towards the 1/3 needed.

Announcement! We forgot something. Butts Ad Venture has gone insane!

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“I will not wake again,” Ruthful intoned. “Battle is vain. Why should we wish to live longer? Why should we not go to death side by side, Tim?” “Authority is not given to you, old woman, to order the hour of your death,” answered Rowley. “And only the heathen Cultists, under the dominion of Dagon’s dark power, did thus, slaying themselves in their pride and despair, and murdering their kin to ease their own death.” Then passing through the door he took Tim from the deathly altar and laid him on the bier on which he had been brought, and which had now been set on the floor. Ruthful followed him, and stood trembling, looking with longing on the face of her former friend. And for a moment, while all were silent and stil, watching her in her contemplations, she wavered. “Come!” said Rowley. “We are needed. There is much that you can yet do.” Then suddenly Ruthful laughed. She stood up tall and proud again, and swiftly stepping back to the table she lifted from it the pillow on which her head had fallen. Then coming to the doorway she drew aside the covering, and lo! she had between her hands a dagger. And as she held it up, it seemed to those who looked on that the blade began to glow with an inner flame, so that the lean face of the Lady was lit as with a red fire, and it seemed cut out of hard stone, sharp with black shadows, noble, proud, and terrible. Her eyes glittered. “Pride and despair!” she cried. “Didst thou think that the eyes of Dagon Almighty were blind? Nay, I have seen more than thou knowest, fool! For thy hope is but ignorance. Go then and labour in healing! Go forth and fight! Vanity. For a little space you may triumph in the streets, for a day. But against this power that now arises there is no victory. To this city only the first finger of its hand has yet been stretched. Your ways have failed. It is time now for all to depart who would not be slaves. “I sought the death of myself on this altar, and of Tim, who now fades, after the town failed to heed our cries. Yet if your doom denies it to me, Rowley, then I shall have naught: neither life diminished, nor love halved, nor honour abated.” “To me it would not seem that a townsperson who faithfully surrenders herself to the people’s will is diminished in love or in honour,” said Rowley. “And at the least you shall not rob Tim of his choice while his death is still in doubt.” At these words Ruthful’s eyes flamed again, and taking the dagger in her hand she strode towards the bier. But Rowley sprang forward and set himself before Tim. “So!” cried Ruthful. “Thou hadst already stolen half the town’s wills. Now thou stealest the completion of Dagon’s work also, so that in my own temple they rob me wholly of my recompense at the last. But in this at least thou shalt not defy my will: to rule my own end.” “Come hither!” she cried to her servants. “Come, if ye are not all recreant!” Then two of the Cultists ran up the steps to her, scooping up Tim and placing him on the altar. Swiftly Ruthful snatched a torch from the hand of one and sprang back up to the highest place. Before Rowley could hinder her, she thrust the brand amid the fuel, and it crackled and roared into flame. Then Ruthful leaped upon the altar, and standing there wreathed in fire and smoke plunged the dagger first into Tim’s heart, and then into hers. And then she gave a great cry, and thereafter spoke no more, nor ever was seen by mortal men. CadCom has been lynched! They were the Necromancer. Fifth Scholar has been sacrificed! They were a Dagon’s Will of the Esoteric Order of Dagon Vote Count CadCom (3) - Rathmaskal, Butt Ad Venture, Sart, Ark1002 Devotary of Spontaneity (2) - Fifth Scholar Xinoehp512 (1) - Araris Valerian Rathmaskal (1) - CadCom Rule Clarification Player List This turn will end Thursday, October 10th at 6 p.m. PDT. (Thanks to @Fifth Scholar for the write up!)

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Sure, I'll sign up. Can't miss out on an ES game! I'll be Marzia.

Announcement for everyone! This cycle will be extended until 6 p.m. PST tomorrow. Further rollovers will likely take place at that time as well until I have power/internet access restored. Please make sure when asking questions to the GMs, to also tag @Snipexe, as I will no longer be a reliable contact after tomorrow morning. I meant to answer your earlier question, but forgot. Sorry. Anyway, as your answer to both questions: (Thanks to El's PAFO designs for inspiration)

Hey everyone! Power in my county (actually, a whole lot of California in general) is probably getting shut down starting Wednesday. I won't have great access to Internet or, you know, anything that requires electricity. The turn might be extended to better line up with Snipexe's schedule. We'll keep you posted as we discuss options.

(((Write-up to be posted later))) Amanuensis has been sacrificed! He was a Government Agent with the Fort Arkham Investigators. Devotary of Spontaneity has gone insane! Ventyl has gone insane! Player List This turn will end Wednesday, October 9th at 6 p.m. PST.

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The archaeologist handed Rowley the artifact he’d mentioned in his note, delivered during the chaos last night. The man claimed it had been fished out of the bay a few weeks ago, but whether it was real or not was yet to be seen. He hefted the small statuette in his hand, comparing it to the diagram in the book he had requested from the University. The Necronomicon. It was a dark book, and many had succumbed to its temptations. However, the need was desperate, and, well, there was no other way. The figurine was that of a seemingly human figure with fins and gills. It was made of some kind of clay, and it didn’t look to be young enough to have its origins with the people of Innsmouth, though it matched the design in the book. The text beneath the drawing detailed the reason for the artifact’s creation. “To bring the eye of that ancient horror whose gaze rests upon the beings of the depths to bear upon the lands of its beholder. That the horrific visage of Dagon may awakened from the abyss and his form fully realized upon the physical realm.” Dagon, a name to an incorporeal eldritch horror. It was enough to send a chill down Rowley's spine. Outside of his room, he could hear the yells of another mob. He sighed, putting the figurine down. It seemed that the people had once again taken the law into their own hands, and once again it would likely have terrible consequences. Striker has been lynched! They were the Gravedigger. Butt Ad Venture has gone insane! Vote Count Sart (2) - Butt Ad Venture, StrikerEZ StrikerEZ (3) - Sart, Devotary of Spontaneity Devotary of Sponaneity (1) - Araris Valerian Araris Valerian (1) - Rule Clarification Using Discover the Hidden on the Deep One will not cause insanity, unless that action is used when the Deep One uses the reveal action to make someone insane. Player List This turn will end Monday, October 7 at 12 p.m. PST.

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That is also PAFO. (At this rate, I really should create a fancy card or something )

I apologise, this was my mistake. @Araris Valerian, you are not insane. The write-up will be fixed.

Night was a torment unto itself. The dreams, the dream, had begun to dominate Rowley’s waking hours as well as his sleeping ones. He’d begun to dread sleeping, staying awake long into the night. So when someone pounded at the door, he was already awake to answer. When he opened it he was greeted with the sight of one of the Fort Folk, her face dark and frantic. “There’s been another of them, the killings.” “Who? Where?” “I, I don’t know his name, but down by the library.” Rowley shoved past the women, hurrying down the stairs, onto the dark streets of Innsmouth. The quicker he got there, the less the scene would be disturbed. He was so close to translating the text of the ritual. Just a few fragments more and he would have it. But he could not run. Around him shades lingered, drifting in the air. Even as passed them, he flinched, his dreams coming back to him. As he neared the oaken library, surprisingly large for a fort the size of Innsmouth, he could see the cluster of torches held by those surrounding the body. He passed over a large circle of silver dust, some parts already blackened by shades, and pushed through the people. Another circle of silver dust surrounded a figure on the ground, and the bloody scrawl surrounding him. He crouched down, carefully memorizing the shapes. As he did so, he looked into the eyes of the victim, into the wound on the forehead that the source of the blood. Eyes, staring glassily forward, blinked. His arms suddenly jerked into motion and from his fingers slipped a scrap of black cloth. Rowley picked it up off of the ground and then turned to the person next to him. “He’s alive!” Rowley yelled. The man as if in response to his yell let out a scream. And it was echoed far in the distance. Araris Valerian was attacked but survived! Fifth Scholar has gone insane! Rule Clarification/Changes Due to a mistake, the wording of Whisper to the Wind is being changed. See below: Send an anonymous PM during the Day Turn to one player, to be sent at the end of that turn. Player List This turn will end on Sunday, October 6 at 12 p.m. PST

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Rowley watched in quiet horror as the crowd around him swelled, filled with people who were hungry for blood. He’d heard the yells while he was in the Innsmouth library, translating some of the sacrificial runes, and when he exited he’d seen a mob dragging behind them what seemed to be an ordinary man. He naively hadn’t realized what they intended. Now, an hour later, he’d finally realized their true intentions. Rowley had known the people were upset, the glares he got everyday, the broken families he had to comfort, the children running one the street were evidence enough. But it appeared that the people had finally reached a breaking point, their internal strife had been set loose, and they were ready to kill their fellows. It filled Rowley with disgust, the idea of killing your neighbor in cold blood, no matter the people at your back. So it was with shame that he turned his back on the mob as it reached a peak of rage. Even if it was terrible, he was just a man, and this was a group of hundreds. He heard a cry of anguish, let loose high above the yells for justice. He turned around, priorities reconsidered, but as he did so he could see it was too late. The crowd began to disperse, their rage expended, at least for one more day. The body lay still in the street, a pool of blood spreading from various wounds about it. Rowley walked up to it in silence, even as around him people streamed through the various side roads and alleys that fills Innsmouth. He crouched down, hoping that the will of the people had been correct after all, doing his best to keep his mind under control, and rifled through the man’s pockets. Disappointingly, all that the man had on him was a notebook and paper. Rowley wretched, realizing that he had just searched an innocent dead man’s pockets. He sighed and returned with a far somber cast back to the library. shanerockes was lynched! They were a Journalist. Vote count Cadmium Compounder (3) - Fifth Scholar, Araris Valerian, Amanuensis shanerockes (4) - Cadmium Compounder, Butt Ad Venture, StrikerEZ, Sart Rule Clarifications Please review these, as there are some which have not been announced in thread. Player List This turn will end Friday, October 4 at 12 p.m. PST.

This turn is over. Please standby while we send PMs. The next turn will be posted shortly (hopefully). @Amanuensis, I'll answer your question in the rule clarification of the next cycle.

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