stiltedmoth

Looks like an interesting ruleset! I'll join, name to be determined though.

Giethri raised a hand in greeting as Metorem entered the inn. "How goes the paper?" she asked. "I can confirm Metorem left me a message, though I have been rather too busy myself to reply." A small gesture to her still-damp attire emphasised her point. "Abraision or Adhesion that would make it? Either way, not involved in whatever was going on with Volo. And to answer your question Volo, I don't have any messages with Matoro. Rules out a couple of surges for me I suppose." If Volo was certain that someone had tried to kill him last night then unless one of the Unmade's strange powers were at play then Metorem had to be innocent. His word seemed trustworthy too, after placing the final vote on Cillian the previous day. With Sever's accusations against Jonoh the prepper still was the most suspicious person in the town, without Unmade powers the would-be killer couldn't both carry out the kill and swap with Jonoh, even if they had the foresight to. No, by Kelek's razor, or whatever the saying was, Jonoh was who they were looking for.

Giethri stumbled back into the inn, tripping slightly over the raised step into the building. Sopping wet hair plastered her face. A small cremling had latched itself onto her trouser leg. "Oh good, you're all alive" she muttered, before collapsing into an empty chair. "If any of you see a seedy-looking sailor pass through here, chuck him in the sea for me" she exclaimed, to nobody in particular. "About yay tall, scar under his eye... no?.. Bastard threw me overboard after I caught him trying to nab my spherepouch. After all I paid him too." Giethri shakes off a boot and starts draining the water from it. "I ran into Matoro on my way out, though not much came of it I don't think. Word seems to be that Jonoh tried something funny last night? I suppose he's as good as any to look into next." (oops, didn't mean to send that quite so soon)

Pleasantly surprised that her intuition had been correct, Giethri was still unsettled by the recent execution. Whilst Volomir, and likely Sever, seemed to be trustworthy faces, she was still a traveller in an unfamiliar town which seemed awfully amenable to offing its even slightly suspicious denizens. Giethri was still curious as to the identity of the remaining Unmade, and Metorem voting for her right after she had accused Cillian seemed far too obvious... Giethri shook her head. It wouldn't matter once she was out of here, and surely the others would be able to figure it out. She left a note with her thoughts on her table, along with handful of chips to settle her tab from dinner, and walked out into the night. Surely there would be someone making the trip to Herdaz she could catch a ride with?

Giethri pondered for a long moment before replying. It's not like she knows the locals, but their reactions to the recent murder had certainly been interesting. Despite the loose grip Sever seemed to keep on his dagger he had been rather hesitant to action. Could be trying to keep a lower profile, but she also thought it a point in his favour - surely any of the Elder's accomplices would attempt to divert the blame by suggesting a more suitable target, especially when so many of the townfolk were so wary of him. The Stormwarden, the prepper, and her Herdazian countryman had all been similarly slow to point fingers, which Giethri didn't know how to feel about. It would do them all good not to turn on each other so hastily but surely waiting for the Unmade to strike was worse? Out of all the townsfolk Cillian stuck out the most to her, awfully quick to join in once Arenta had voiced her suspicions of Sever.

Giethri sat at her table in The Leaky Bucket, drinking in the commotion of the inn's other inhabitants. It was about all she could afford to drink, what with her latest enterprise lying on the Marabethian seabed along with whichever unlucky sailors had been out when the Everstorm struck. It should have been a simple venture. The tradelines from Herdaz had always led Giethri to a tidy profit, not a short journey by any means, but the profits from sales in Azir more than made up for the weeks on open water. Still bemoaning her losses, she turned her attention more fully to the others' whispers of Unmade. As an unfamiliar face in town Giethri was pleasantly surprised that suspicion hadn't immediately settled on her. Arriving from the west just ahead of the Everstorm, even she had to admit the unaspicious timing of it all. She considered her options for a minute - as much as she wanted to board the next boat homewards and leave this nasty business behind her, with the Everstorm now an unpredictable obstacle it would be hard to find any vessel willing to brave the trip. With a sigh, Giethri got up from her table and sauntered over to fill the space the Shin assassin had just left. Despite his strange bouts of talking to seemingly thin air, Volomir seemed to have the most idea of what was going on, and if Giethri was staying for any length of time she needed all the information she could gather. His knowledge could as easily tie him to the current events as his apparent willingness to share it could distance him from them, but either way she wasn't going to learn any more by sitting still and lamenting her losses. She pulls up a chair at the table. "So, Volomir right? You been stuck here long?"

I'll play! I've not done mafia on a forum before but the ruleset looks interesting, and while I'm here I'll also grab Unlucky Traveller as a cosmetic role - character also to be determined.