Claincy

Voting is now closed. Writeup is in progress. Give me a little time to sort it out.

There is an hour and ten minutes remaining in the day. Posted on a phone *sigh*

I really hope not, though it wouldn't surprise me. Too much of what made the original fantastic has been resolved and if they did try to put that in a sequel it would feel shoehorned in. If you do it disney, you had better not mess it up!

I would like to announce that the writeup secret has now been discovered by 2 players and breath rewards have been claimed. Congratulations to you both I won't reveal their names till the game is over though they can share if they want.

I reckon I could take on a wild boar So really, err, maybe a bunny? How about a really big bunny? Seriously that thing is about 40% of my weight.

Day 8: Nae Ben hurried back to his house. He was scared, he had a feeling something terrible was about to happen but he wasn't sure what. He should be safe shouldn't he? Why would someone want to kill him? A dozen reasons flashed through his mind and he quickly dismissed them, trying to control his unreasoning panic. He heard a sound nearby and bolted, sprinting through the streets towards his home. He should have stayed home, he shouldn't have risked coming out to buy more breath. He had easily found a seller, but what was the point in having more breath if he died! Ben could hear them now, booted feet pounding against the cobbles as they chased him. Ben wasn't fit and he knew he couldn't outrun them for long, but he was nearly home, so close to safety. He reached his door and dashed inside slamming and bolting the door behind him and then stepped back, breathing heavily. There was quiet for a moment, then a loud crash caused Ben to jump as his attacker slammed against the door, the door groaned and the bolt twisted at the impact. Horrified Ben turned and leaped into his pillow fortress, winding his way through the narrow passages as the attacker slammed against the door again and again. Finally the hinges broke and the door fell inwards with a crack that echoed through the large chamber. Ben curled up near the back of his fortress, They can't get me here. They'll never find their way through. The footsteps came into the room, paused, then continued inexorably toward Ben. They were accompanied by other soft thumps and tearing noises that Ben couldn't identify. After a tense couple of minutes Ben saw the pillows shift and the face of Vard came into view. The lifeless ignored the twisting paths of the pillow fortress and simply ripped the pillows out of his way, cutting them with his sword when necessary. Ben wanted to run, to escape, but he had nowhere to go. This was his sanctum and Vard was here. So instead he cowered as the lifeless stepped up to him and struck, once, twice. Then turned and left the building as the pillows gradually turned red. --- Gammer started awake, her embroidery lay stretched out before her. She had spent the better part of the night finding a breath seller so she could distinguish colours well enough to fill in the detail her masterpiece had required and then had fallen asleep as she toiled on it. She had a burning need to finish it, she wasn't sure how much longer she would last and she couldn't bear the thought of leaving it unfinished. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she reached over to take her needle, her joints protesting. Then she paused, it took her sleep befuddled mind a moment to realize why, the needle was gone! Coming fully awake Gammer looked around her and noticed a few things. Firstly that the darkness was beginning to recede, dawn was fast approaching and the candle she had been using for light was sputtering. Secondly, her needle lay next to her where it had fallen from her limp hand at some point during the night. Thirdly, she noticed the tapestry before her, it was complete! Every detail was there, layed out in neat stitches was the story of the village. She had worked through the night in a state of half sleep to finish it. Slowly, painfully, she levered herself out of her chair, picked up her tapestry and hobbled slowly towards the door. Reaching the door she undid the latch and swung it open, then held the tapestry up to the predawn light. Even in the relative darkness of predawn Gammer could see the detail of the tapestry. Tears filled her eyes as she saw every detail, every stitch loving placed. It was perfect, beautiful. A tall figure in a monks robe stood at the centre, breath flowing into them from all around while they basked in it's beauty and power. A shadow passed across her, blocking the light and Gammer looked up to face them. They held a sword as black as the void. Gammer looked down once more on her creation, then greeted the warm embrace of death. The figure sighed, sheathing the sword, and turned away from the now empty house. As they walked away the first rays of the new dawn illuminated the beautiful tapestry and highlighted the black stain around Gammer's name, her final addition to the tapestry. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Ben was a normal Hallandren Gammer was a normal Hallandren Day 8 begins and will end at 22:30 AEST / 12:30 GMT on Wednesday. I wish to make a public apology to a Smart Guy and to everyone else. In my rush to finish the last writeup I miscounted the most recent vote tally due in part to Ailli's (Returned) double vote and one of those who voted for Sart losing their breath due to being drab. The outcome of the vote should actually have been a tie. As he has already had access to the dead doc and knows who the last PK is he cannot rejoin the game directly again. However, provided that the PK do not win (so almost certainly) he will be able to come back as a returned and participate in the post-game negotiations. It's the best I can do. Sorry. I didn't post the votes that cycle because I simply forgot. It wasn't till the next day when reviewing them to post them that I realized my error. Here they are as they should have been for what little it's worth. Sart (a Smart Guy) 2: Gammer, Bartholomew, Dainard Ben (Edgedancer) 2: Ailli Rowan (Herowannabe) 1: Cen Sorry about another delayed writeup.

Yes. Any pms between living and dead players should not mention the game at all. If you have something you desperately want to say then pm me, and I'll consider if it can be passed on or if it needs to wait till the game ends. I don't think there has been any problem with this so far. But just in case it is worth reiterating. Thanks for bringing that up. And the next post I make will likely revolve around a more fun topic, such as murder : P

It seems that we need to do a quick reminder on this. Nothing too serious has happened yet but there has been minor problems that have nevertheless effected the game so this needs reiterating before it does become serious. Dead players cannot post ANYTHING that relates to the current or past state of the game. At all. I can use orange when referring to general sanderson elimination rules =) Any comment relating to the number of players or how a certain player or role may be feeling at this point etc can have an effect on the game and, as a result, is definitely not allowed. Any input or perspective from someone who is dead could effect someone's opinions whether they are telling the truth or lying and whether people think they are telling the truth or not. Generally the net effect would be very minimal but that wouldn't always be the case, and allowing relatively minor things like this would soon lead to unintentional larger information leaks. So this is just a reminder to everyone to be very very careful if you make posts after dying to be absolutely certain that they don't give away anything at all. As a final note to hopefully clear up what influence has slipped through, there were 6 PK at the beginning of the game. As everyone was previously (correctly) guessing this I decided to reveal this to set things back as close as possible to how they should be. This is not an attack on anyone, just a reminder and word of caution to everyone. You may now proceed with your regularly scheduled murder

Night actions are closed.

Night 7: Ene As the days grew on and the number of Idirans, Hallandrens and Pahn Kahl alike dwindled they became less and less willing to accuse eachother, and less and less certain of their suspicions. The day passed with only limited discussion. After a period of silence Aili voiced her distaste and distrust of Sart and the idea was generally well received by the others. Fearing for his life Sart gave his breath to Aili, declaring his innocence. With nothing else left to say for himself Sart retreated to his room at the Green Potato to make one final attempt at creating something incredible. Sart's action was enough to convince Cen, who declared Rowan to be more suspicious. It also convinced Aili who instead turned her considerable influence into calling for Ben's death. However it was too little, too late. The others sat around uncomfortably avoiding each-others gaze and watched as the day ended and Gammer, Bartholomew and Dainard trooped up to Sart's room to take him to his death. The moment they opened the door Sart leaped at them, hoping perhaps to fight past them and escape his fate. Gammer stumbled back but Bartholomew was ready and stepped forward, catching Sart in the chest with his dagger. Sart staggered backwards, blood flowing from the wound. He tried to regain his balance, to make another attempt. But Bartholomew's aim was true and the wound was fatal. Sart's eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed backwards on to the floor of his room. Only then did Bartholomew and Dainard notice the symbol that Sart had carved into the floor of his room. He lay in the centre of an intricate design the likes of which they had never seen before. Beneath Sart's feet was carved a single word "Thath". __________________________________________________________________________________________ Sart was a Hallendren Awakener Fully half of you are now dead. Night 7 begins and will end at 22:30 AEST / 12:30 GMT on Monday All night orders must be in by 10:30 AEST / 00:30 GMT on Monday Available bodies for lifeless. Jeo, Fron, Elo, Swimim, Grim, Peng, Asgren, Alan, Cog, Sart Player List Idrians (The Only Joe) Jeo ~ Local Chef [deceased-Pahn Kahl normal] (Alvron) Fron ~ Dye Worker [deceased-Idrian normal] (AonarFaileas) Aodan ~ Scholar [idrian Monk] (SirVarrock) Vard ~ Local Smith [deceased-Hallandren Agent] (Mailliw73) Aili ~ Minor cook at the Red Salmon [Returned] (GreyPilgrim) Grim ~ a Guard [deceased-Idrian normal] (Nepene) Alan ~ Librarian [deceased-Idrian Mercenary] (Aspren) Asgren ~ Traveling Historian [deceased-Pahn Kahl] (Dyring) Dyrii ~ The Mad Hatter [deceased-Idrian normal] (Tulir) Tril ~ A Wanderer [deceased-Pahn Kahl normal] (Herowannabe) Rowan ~ Silent Hunter (Macen) Cen ~ Lore-craftsman (Sphinx) Sifa ~ a Brewer (Chid) Chide ~ The Paranoid (the Gleeman) Thomas ~ Meddling Wanderer [deceased-Idrian normal] Hallendrens (Gamma Fiend) Gammer ~ Old Woman (Bartbug) Bartholomew ~ Chedesh Remnant (Metacognition) Cog ~ Local Craftsman [deceased-Hallandren normal] (el_warko) Elo ~ Short Bard [deceased-Pahn Kahl Awakener] (Swimmingly) Swimim ~ Crazy Poet [deceased-Hallandren Awakener] (Awesomeness Summoned) Summon ~ Messenger (Wyrmhero) Wyrm ~ Scholar [deceased-Hallendren Returned] (PorridgeBrick) Rick ~ A Stick (little wilson) Wil’son ~ Fabric Merchant (Quiver) Ver ~ Inept World Hopper (Edgedancer) Ben ~ Non-denominational Priest guy. (a smart guy) Sart ~ an 'Artist' [deceased-Hallandren Awakener] (Adolin_Dustbringer) Jim Bob Dirt ~ Dirt Salesman (Nard1993) Dainard ~ Stable Boy (JasonPenguin) Peng ~ a Thief [deceased-Pahn Kahl Awakener]

Voting is now closed. Not that anyone seemed to be casting/changing votes now. I'm back from my concert now and working on the writeup so it should hopefully be up in under an hour. Sorry for the delay.

It worked, but if the game had gone on much longer it could have bit us hard when people wondered why Alvron and I hadn't been killed yet. Killing off the most experienced players can be very effective but it can also point a spotlight at you. Fortunately we killed enough people before that happened.

Good game I was in contact with el_warko a minimal amount during the final cycle and in contact with the other members of the Jeskeri mysteries. Who, as it turns out, still suspected me after. @Nepene, I wouldn't say your death was much of a mistake. The only innocent who voted for you was Aspren. We all piled on to ensure your death and our victory I think this setup might favour the MoM, but not by much. The numbers are fairly standard from my werewolves experience and I have seen such games go either way. The big thing that killed it for the townies was that their wasn't nearly enough communication. (Something I naturally had no intention of rectifying.) The townies really need those open floor debates to sort out who the MoM are, this is the disadvantage of 24 hour cycles in that there are very limited times when several people are on to have a decent discussion. While this makes things harder they certainly could have made a much larger discussion within that time frame and in future games will hopefully do so. I actually kind of like the pure werewolves experience, with few or no roles. (Yeah, I get the irony in that statement. I like complicated ones too.) I feel that sometimes people use the roles as a crutch and rely on whoever has them to find the antagonists. This isn't everyone, and it isn't all the time but the villagers were talking about as much as they usually do in the other games and that simply doesn't cut it in a game with fewer roles. Proper discussion/debate is much easier in person, but still possible online. Depends on the type of event. It should be something that mixes things up and changes peoples perceptions but doesn't give an advantage (or at least a major one) to either side.

This is correct, just to confirm That was me making a mistake, again. Fixed now.

He was 38. Which I actually noted a couple of pages back. The Well of Ascension chapter 5 (I know I didn't need that much of the quote, but it's funny )

"Member of Mysteries". Because it just isn't worth constantly typing that out : P

I think we can be nearly certain that at least one of the people who voted for Faidh is a MoM (I can't be bothered typing it out every time.) From that list I think that Nepene has been the most suspicious and the lease helpful to us. @el_warko, asking clarification on something that the MoM would already know is a rather simple ploy for a MoM to use to try to throw suspicion off themselves. It isn't a major thing but given the lack of evidence on the first day it was enough of a possibility to get you my vote. After that other suspicions would have become more demanding, but then you started voting for me out of "retaliation and spite". While that is understandable it is a very unhelpful standpoint for a villager to take, but would work perfectly fine for a MoM. So I voted for you. I am not doing so today primarily because you didn't vote for Faidh and as a result Nepene is overall more suspicious than you.

Guess who finally broke into the top 20 I took my time, but I made it.

I'm a fan of a number of things, Frozen needs mentioning, so does the Queen's Thief book series. I also love games. You would almost think it was my desired career path ; ) I play mixture of games but I love RPGs the most. I am a big fan of the MAG, which is pretty obvious I suppose. I'm probably forgetting a couple of things but those are the main things I am a fan of currently anyway.

When all you really have to do is list who died, what their roles were and when the day ends, and in true Sanderfan style you write over 1300 words. I didn't mean to write that much. It just sort of happened.

Day 7: Ashe I will keep posting clues in each writeup till people work it out =) Now brace yourselves cos I went a liiiittle bit overboard. Alan leaned against the wall near the door of the Green Potato. His books were all gone and he had nothing but the clothes on his back and here he was, guarding people again. Just like when he had started out. His skill as a mercenary had always seemed at odds with the joy he found in peaceful reading and it had been hard to choose one over the other. Eventually he had chosen the life of a mercenary for the excitement it offered and, he admitted to himself, the money it had provided. He still wasn't sure if he had made the right choice, but when he grew tired of the fighting and travelling the money he had earned helped him to rebuild the library and fill it with tomes from across Hallandren and Idris. The library that the Pahn Kahl just burnt down. Alan tried to act normally, maintaining the personality of the scholarly librarian, but under the surface he was furious. Everything he had was gone, burnt to ash. Hundreds of rare books, some that he had spent years searching for, all gone in an instant. All he had left was his sword, he had pulled it from the still smoking ashes of his library last night, the handle and blade were scarred from the fire but the steel was of fine make and was still strong and with a little work Alan had restored the blade to its former sharpness. It now hung from his side, a comforting presence given recent events. A figure emerged from the darkness, moving towards the front of the Potato and Alan smiled grimly and stepped forward drawing his sword with the slither of steel against steel. Here we go. The figure resolved itself into Tril the wanderer, he bore a short sword and a scowl. Alan didn't bother speaking, there was no point wasting time, he stepped forward and tried a swing. Tril dodged back, seeming surprised and rather annoyed that Alan was skipping straight to the fighting. It wouldn't be a proper murder without a dramatic conversation, “You cannot stop me!”, “Your madness ends here!” and so on. Tril was quite put out. Tril tried to start a proper faceoff, “You cannot stop..OOP!” Tril broke off as he was forced to defend himself from Alan. Fine he thought. It was clear that Alan wasn't going to do the decent thing so Tril fought back. After a few brief exchanges however, it became clear that Alan was far more competent with a blade than Tril, he needed to change tactics. Tril kicked Alan in the leg causing him to stumble and then ran past him towards the door. “No!” Alan gasped and ran after him, no-one was getting killed on his watch. As Alan leaped forward to stop Tril he left his guard down for a moment and in that moment Tril changed direction and lunged back at Alan, ramming his sword through Alan's chest. Alan staggered, his sword falling from his suddenly limp hand as he fell to his knees. Tril adjusted his grip on his sword hilt, “Now let's try this again. Give me your breath.” “Storm off!” Alan gasped, (he had never seen a problem with using curses he read in books.) Tril shrugged, “No-one is going to save you this time.” He pulled the sword from Alan's chest and stabbed him again through the heart. “Fool.” Tril said as Alan's body slumped to the ground, “He never considered that he might be the real target.” As Tril turned to go the door to the Green Potato swung open and a figure slipped out. In one hand they held a short sword in a sheath and they stepped forward confidently. Tril stumbled backwards, he knew what that was, “NO!” he shouted. The figure grasped the hilt and drew the blade in a smooth motion. Black liquid poured from the blade and dissolved into smoke before reaching ground. Tril stepped backwards again and tripped over Alan's corpse, crashing to the ground. He scrambled to his feet, desperately trying to bring his sword up in time to block the terrible weapon. But he was too slow and the black blade connected with his side. It wasn't at all like he had expected, the touch was gentle. “CUDDLES!” a voice boomed in his head and the liquid surged from the blade and covered him. Just for a moment he felt the warmest, most comforting embrace he had ever experienced. Then it ended. The figure watched as Tril became a puff of black smoke that drifted away on the light breeze. They quickly sheathed the weapon and stopped for a moment to examine Alan's body. A voice sounded in their head, childlike and filled with excitement, “I cuddled him! Won't Peng be proud!” The figure grunted, then concealed cuddles beneath their cloak and stepped back into the Green Potato, closing the door behind them. ------- Cog stood before his completed diagram. It was a true masterpiece. True, nobody else would be able to make sense of it, but to him it showed everything. He had finally done it, every one of the Idrians, Hallandrens and Pahn Kahl were accounted for. Their every action, their every thought was right there in front of him. Tommorow he would bring this to the other ambassadors and they could finally end this madness, it was obvious in retrospect who the Pahn Kahl were, and Cog was angry at himself for not realising it sooner. There was no question about it, tonight Tril would slay Alan, and he in turn would be killed with that monstrosity of a blade. He tapped another spot, this was concerning, he would be attacked tonight by lifeless. He would have to whisper some words in the right ear to prevent that. So long as he did it before nightfall he would be fine. They would herald him as the hero of the village for this! A heavy thump sounded on the door. What? Cog thought, the diagram didn't say anything about that. There was another thump, then the door crashed open, revealing a large man. His features were concealed by the darkness behind him....Wait! Darkness? Oh Colours! Cog thought, he had lost track of time as he worked, absorbed by the diagram and night had crept up on him. I'm too late! Even knowing it was useless Cog couldn't just stand there and die, perhaps he was wrong, perhaps there was some way he could survive. He ran for the sword that leaned against the opposite wall as first Vard and then Dyrii stepped into the house and advanced on him. Vard swung and Cog barely deflected the blow. He's so strong! Frantic, Cog scrambled back and up the stairs through the second story and up the second flight of stairs to the flat roof of his house. Perhaps here he would stand a chance, the diagram expected him to die in the house, who knew what would happen now. Vard climbed the stairs after him and Cog tried to attack him while he was at a disadvantage. But to no avail. Vard blocked Cog's attacks and forced him backwards, giving Dyrii space to climb out behind him. Cog backed away as the pair of lifeless advanced, faces expressionless as they brought his doom. His foot touched the shallow lip of the roof and he froze, there was no where left to go. Vard and Dyrii attacked and Cog somehow managed to dodge their blades and stuck his sword through Dyrii's calf. The lifeless couldn't feel pain but the blow crippled Dyrii's foot and he staggered sideways. With a desperate heave Cog shoved Dyrii and gave a shout of triumph as the lifeless toppled over the edge of the roof and plummeted to the street below. Cog's shout ended in a gurgle as Vard's blade sprouted from his chest. Cog slumped to his kness, his hands scrabbling uselessly at the steel protruding from his chest. Then Vard drew his blade back out and with a sigh, Cog fell sideways off the roof to land in the street below. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Alan was an Idrian Mercenary! Tril was a normal Pahn Kahl Cog was a normal Hallandren You know the drill: Day 7 begins and will end at 22:30 AEST / 12:30 GMT on Saturday (though depending on what time my concert finishes the writeup could be a little late). Player List Idrians (The Only Joe) Jeo ~ Local Chef [deceased-Pahn Kahl normal] (Alvron) Fron ~ Dye Worker [deceased-Idrian normal] (AonarFaileas) Aodan ~ Scholar [idrian Monk] (SirVarrock) Vard ~ Local Smith [deceased-Hallandren Agent] (Mailliw73) Aili ~ Minor cook at the Red Salmon [Returned] (GreyPilgrim) Grim ~ a Guard [deceased-Idrian normal] (Nepene) Alan ~ Librarian [deceased-Idrian Mercenary] (Aspren) Asgren ~ Traveling Historian [deceased-Pahn Kahl] (Dyring) Dyrii ~ The Mad Hatter [deceased-Idrian normal] (Tulir) Tril ~ A Wanderer [deceased-Pahn Kahl normal] (Herowannabe) Rowan ~ Silent Hunter (Macen) Cen ~ Lore-craftsman (Sphinx) Sifa ~ a Brewer (Chid) Chide ~ The Paranoid (the Gleeman) Thomas ~ Meddling Wanderer [deceased-Idrian normal] Hallendrens (Gamma Fiend) Gammer ~ Old Woman (Bartbug) Bartholomew ~ Chedesh Remnant (Metacognition) Cog ~ Local Craftsman [deceased-Hallandren normal] (el_warko) Elo ~ Short Bard [deceased-Pahn Kahl Awakener] (Swimmingly) Swimim ~ Crazy Poet [deceased-Hallandren Awakener] (Awesomeness Summoned) Summon ~ Messenger (Wyrmhero) Wyrm ~ Scholar [deceased-Hallendren Returned] (PorridgeBrick) Rick ~ A Stick (little wilson) Wil’son ~ Fabric Merchant (Quiver) Ver ~ Inept World Hopper (Edgedancer) Ben ~ Non-denominational Priest guy. (a smart guy) Sart ~ an 'Artist' (Adolin_Dustbringer) Jim Bob Dirt ~ Dirt Salesman (Nard1993) Dainard ~ Stable Boy (JasonPenguin) Peng ~ a Thief [deceased-Pahn Kahl Awakener] Edit: All pms have been sent. Edit: Changed Wyrm to Dyrii. It always should have been Dyrii as someone still has Wyrm, I just got mixed up when writing it. Apologies.

Just an fyi due to Uni I sent out the returned message/s about who would die a bit late so to be fair I am delaying this writeup by 1 hour. Sorry about that.

Good. I suppose I should say more than that. Always having an impartial mod on hand can only be a good thing and having a team rather than an individual works better both for supporting eachother and so that there is a higher chance that one of you will be online if an issue does crop up and you can hopefully nip it in the bud That said, I am going to continue to hope that no situation will come up where it will matter

Awesome! Go team! And the list now has 42 reputation ; ) take that how you will.