Mailliw73 Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 I PMed it to the village group. I didn't want to share the exact details with the eliminators, and I'm absolutely certain I can trust every single person in that group implicitly. Only a Sith deals in absolutes. Nyali=Eliminator confirmed! 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamma Fiend Posted June 2, 2016 Author Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 Game will start in roughly 3 hours or so! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nyali Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 Only a Sith deals in absolutes. Nyali=Eliminator confirmed! Pssh, the Sith are the village Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mailliw73 Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 Pssh, the Sith are the village That's what all the eliminators say. Ask Hael. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamma Fiend Posted June 2, 2016 Author Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 (edited) Around 2 hours left to go until Day 1 starts and PMs and Roles get sent out!And I'll decide to not be a super troll GM and I'll go ahead and let you know about this before the game begins... You have unlocked the Secret Hidden Role, The Ta'veren! Ta'veren: The Wheel Weaves as the Wheel Wills. Except when you're involved, as people have always told you how the Pattern of the Wheel seems to bend around you, either forcing you or those near you to take different actions and choices they wouldn't have otherwise. Once per night you can target a player and re-direct their actions to another player of your choice (Not yourself) Edit: OPs updated with new Roles/Rules, and an updated player list. Edited June 2, 2016 by Gamma Fiend 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arrae Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 I'd like to join the spec doc, please. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zas678 Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 I would also like to join the spec doc. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twelfthrootoftwo Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 I wasn't going to join this; I was going to take a break. But... LG6 rerun. Douza and his hammer are in. (Sorry Gamma) 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamma Fiend Posted June 2, 2016 Author Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 (edited) Alright, close enough! Sign-ups are officially closed!The Cycle will Start at 8pm and I'll work on getting out PMs and Docs as quickly as possible after the game begins! Remember that PMs can only be made during Night Cycles, and only while a Dreamwalker lives. When any PMs are created make sure I am included in them as well. Thank you and good luck! Dovie'andi se tovya sagain! Edit: 8PM EST. So ~15mins. Or when I get the write-up finished. Edited June 2, 2016 by Gamma Fiend 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arrae Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 8 PM of what timezone? 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A Joe in the Bush Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 8 PM of what timezone? Gamma Standard Time obviously. (But I second this question) 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jaimeleecee Posted June 2, 2016 Report Share Posted June 2, 2016 (edited) I am almost positive Gamma said eastern earlier Edit: approx 15 mins from this post Edited June 2, 2016 by jaimeleecee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Amanuensis Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 Guess I should start working on that introductory RP, eh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bugsy Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 (edited) *Eagerly awaits PM that should come any second now (hopefully)* Oh, and I think Gamma is Eastern time, it was mentioned in the doc for the MR that just ended (15?) Edit: Oh, just saw Gamma's edit. Yep, it's EST Edited June 3, 2016 by Bugsy6912 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arrae Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 (edited) Gamma Standard Time obviously. (But I second this question) Eh, there's a slight problem with that... Edited June 3, 2016 by Arraenae 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Amanuensis Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 (edited) Anyone happen to know in what country this takes place? Andor? Murandy? Ghealdan? Or what? EDIT: Never mind, just found Gamma's second RP post and it tells me everything I need to know. Edited June 3, 2016 by Amanuensis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A Joe in the Bush Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 Eh, there's a slight problem with that... I'm not seeing the problem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post Gamma Fiend Posted June 3, 2016 Author Popular Post Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 Long Game 22, Day 1: The Color of TrustToday was the day. As soon as Twim woke up in the morning, that thought had popped into his head, the last vague impression left on him from the horrible nightmare that had continued to plague him. Those dreams just aren't bloody natural, he thought to himself for the hundredth time today, as the sun finished setting in the sky, the purple of dusk starting to slowly fade itself into the black of night. He had heard disturbing rumors and hushed talk between the villagers when they thought nobody was listening, conspiring secretly about the dreams that had been plaguing the entire village, not just the Mayor. And it was always the same, disturbing images of blood and gore, neighbor stabbing neighbor. Of trollocs and halfmen roaming freely through the streets, cutting down and destroying everything living. Visions of the entire village of Drell's Crossing going up in a great conflagration, the flames soaring up ever higher and higher into the night sky, waiting to be swallowed whole by the darkness waiting above. Or was there a shape hiding above in the darkness, somehow an even darker shade of midnight?Mayor Twim didn't like to dwell on such thoughts, lest they put him even more on edge than he usually was. The unseen eyes were back, watching from the shadows. Waiting. He didn't know how he was so certain, but he knew it was there.... whatever it was. The Dark One was bound by the Creator at the moment of creation, when the Wheel of Time was set in motion, he told himself the old catechism, repeating it again for what also seemed like the hundredth time that day. But he told himself it wasn't just paranoid fancy that made him start carrying his old sword again. The heron-marked blade had raised more than a few eyebrows from when Twim had lugged the trunk out from under his bed and brought it to The Golden Dagger. But a hard glare from Twim had silenced the unspoken questions and comments, making people lower the heads, peering back into their cups of wine and ale, as if to find the answers at the bottom of the glass. Twim had never seen the villagers so on edge before, everybody glancing askew at each other from the corners of their eyes, always trying to keep their eye on everybody, and the front door, while keeping their backs to the wall so nobody could sneak up behind them. It was as if the entire village was a dried out stack of hay and straw, and all it was going to take was one stray flame or spark to ignite the entire thing.Mayor Twim saw this happening, and felt the sudden urge to just.... give up and leave. Why should he try and get these people to trust each other? Despite all of his instincts screaming at him to open his mouth and say something, to do something, to tell these people they had no reason for the paranoia and suspicion. Nothing had even happened yet! But.... he just couldn't do it. Every time he tried to form the words, his mind slowed, as if trying to press through a thick, dense fog that formed into a wall every time he pressed against it. But no. That was wrong. Blood and flaming ashes! He screamed to himself, unable to form the words in his mind, covering his head in his hands and shaking his head. It was then that the rest of the villagers started to notice something was wrong, as more people began to take notice of him and his struggles. He saw concern and worry written on those faces. Not fear and confusion, not apathy. This village still had a chance to fight back against..... whatever was wrong. But it was then that the doorway banged open, turning every head to the silhouetted stranger shrouded in shadow standing in the door frame. They pointed a finger at the nearest person to them and shouted, "It was them, it's their fault!" Before darting back out into the night before anybody could even catch a glimpse of their face. It was enough. The inn's common room exploded like an illuminator's nightflower. Neighbors and friends were instantly at each others' throats, hurling insults and accusations, blaming them for actions that hadn't even been committed yet! Mayor Twim yelled out, trying to sort everything out and order back to the situation, to try and get everyone to calm down. Before anything that couldn't be undone happened.He stepped forward, getting ready to draw his blade -- just to grab everyone's attention -- when he felt the dagger slide into his back, forcing the words and the wind right out of him."Oof," was all he managed, his legs giving out underneath him as he felt the hot, wet pain slowly begin to spread throughout his body. He could feel the burning as it worked it's way through him and to his heart, he could feel the dark, horrible hatred pulsing putrid evil through his veins. His vision began to swim black, as he distantly heard heard the shouting and chaos still going on above him, nobody seemed to notice as his skin slowly drained of color, his wound began to rot and ooze out a horrible black death. The death and shadow that was waiting for his village. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 1 begins! Day 1 will last 48hours, or until 9PM EST, Saturday, June4th!You can vote for each other on who to lynch, and can also decide on a new mayor for the village! Remember that you can not create any PMs until the Night begins! I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of Warders or Ta'veren roles in this game, but I acknowledge the possibility that they could. I will work on getting PMs out as soon as possible, and feel free to PM me if there are any issues, questions, concerns, etc. Or if you want a Spec Doc. Best of luck everybody! 20 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haelbarde Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 (edited) Around 2 hours left to go until Day 1 starts and PMs and Roles get sent out! And I'll decide to not be a super troll GM and I'll go ahead and let you know about this before the game begins... You have unlocked the Secret Hidden Role, The Ta'veren! Ta'veren: The Wheel Weaves as the Wheel Wills. Except when you're involved, as people have always told you how the Pattern of the Wheel seems to bend around you, either forcing you or those near you to take different actions and choices they wouldn't have otherwise. Once per night you can target a player and re-direct their actions to another player of your choice (Not yourself) Edit: OPs updated with new Roles/Rules, and an updated player list. (to be clear, that's my "I'm skeptical" face) Edited June 3, 2016 by Haelbarde 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamma Fiend Posted June 3, 2016 Author Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 (edited) All PMs should be out! Let me know if there are any errors! Also... The Ta'veren can not redirect actions to themselves, or have the player target themselves. Padan Fain's ability goes on The Stack after Roleblocks, but before Kills take place Thief-taker and Wolfbrother are indeed Village-only roles, but can be Corrupted by Padan Fain One action is submitted per player, per cycle If you are not placing an action during the Night, still let me know with 'No Action' (if you have actions to submit, that is)Submitting a Dragon's Fang does count as an action and a target (For thief-taker and roleblocks) Mayors can be voted in with 1 vote if there isn't anyone else with a Vote for them. And Mayor votes can be placed in Orange. (I will not count any that aren't, as I won't be able to see them when tallying up votes) You aren't notified if targeted by a Ta'veren Ta'veren redirects all actions, including any channeler weaves, forsaken kills, and corruption choices. Pending no roleblocks, of course. Since thief-takers and whitecloaks send in actions during the day, they can not be redirected by Ta'veren And yes, the Dragon Fang can be redirected by Ta'veren. Player List: Mailliw73 - Amaiya Mavenil Seonid - Cenn al'Idrius Elbereth - Lomion Amanuensis - Nikel Fain, Padan's son, on a quest to stop his father Nyali - Eryn, a Cairhienin 'Maiden of the Sword', lost from her society on her journey AliasSheep - Llewella Rhysdaughter, an Andoran scholar studying history Conquestor - Lorien, the town guard, likes boring patrols Master Elodin - Ba'Alzamon, on the run from Whitecloaks Phattemer - Ana-alline Haelbarde - M'Hael, a False Dragon Little Wilson - Keland, Owner of The Golden Dagger, Witless' half-brother The Young Bard - Ruon, 15 year old, wants to be a gleeman and leave the town for adventure Hellscythe - Tazrim Maim ThatTinyStrawMan - Gladium Dei Sart - Sarah Tea, a recent widow Metacognition - Mezal Althara, a foul-mouthed, ill tempered blacksmith WinterCloud - Lexa & Heaven Bugsy - The aging town librarian Deathclutch19 - Trafalgar Law TheMightyLopen - Jak (Of the Shadows?) GunshyMink74 - Gunshy, an entrepreneurial dirt salesman ArarisValerian - Alain Stern, a lumberjack RubiksCube - Cubik Rube IrulelikeStink - ??? jaimeleecee - Birgitte, serving girl at the Inn, named after the Hero of Legends OrlokTsubodai - Locke, silent stranger Twelfthrootoftwo - Douza, with his hammer Edited June 3, 2016 by Gamma Fiend Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the winter system Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 What about the person we lynched pre-game? That was awesome. Like, objectively awesome. Anyway, here's some Lexaven being cute. -- Lexa and Heaven walked around, basically ignoring everything. "SOMEONE'S DEAD!" someone yelled. "Another person?" Lexa said. "damnation. Everywhere we go, somebody's dead." "We didn't actually kill them this time!" "Oh yeah, that was fun. Though rather confusing and we didn't even stab them at all! They totally did that for us." "Amiright?" Heaven ran her fingers over the scar on Lexa's throat. Gone, only a memory left. When they'd changed realities, it was as if it had never happened. It was like their death was automatically moving them. "Are we going to get to kill someone here?" "Not sure," Lexa shrugged. "Anyway, let's go." 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nyali Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 (edited) Eryn sat at a table in the Golden Dagger, yawning widely as she sleepily poked at her meal. She heard a commotion begin all around her, but her eyes simply refused to focus. She was so exhausted from her trek through the forest, one night's sleep would hardly cut it.Shouting began, but she couldn't make it out either. Something about the mayor? Local politics hardly concerned her - she'd be gone once she had finished resting up, but she supposed that could take a few days. Maybe she should listen after all? But she was so tired.She leaned back and stretched while another massive yawn took her attention away from the crowd. As she did, something wooshed over her head. She heard a crash follow. A bar fight? she thought, were things do idyllic here they had time and energy to waste on bar fights?She stood up from the table just as a large man crashed into it, shattering the table into splinters and throwing the rest of her meal into the air. Okay, time to go, she thought as she retreated back toward her rooms. She drew her sword, just in case. Sure, she might not be the best swordswoman in the world, but maybe it would at least intimidate someone into thinking twice before they...As she drew her sword, she accidentally moved the scabbard between her legs and tripped herself, sending her sprawling. She landed in a painful heap on the floor against the side of the inn, her sword somehow managing to slide all the way to the wall opposite the one she lay beside. This day was not looking to be getting any better.Well, at least I didn't set the inn on fire this time, she thought, remembering the last town she'd passed through and the results of her legendary clumsiness. Well, maybe "legendary" was stretching it a little, but then again, there was that incident last year with the pig and the apple tree...She heard more shouting and looked out the window to see some men outside grabbing torches and farming implements. They were shouting about how they're going to lynch "the culprit." I suppose today is yet young, she thought with a mournful sigh and readied herself to escape the inn the first time she saw an opening in the crowd. Edited June 3, 2016 by Nyali 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Amanuensis Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 (edited) Just before the break of dawn a man named Nik breached the southern edge of Braem’s Wood. His was a long journey - one that transcended two decades and a dozen countries’ borders - that until now was more akin to a wild goose chase than a quest for vengeance. Nonetheless he could sense that, one way or another, it would come to an end, and a horrific one at that. He knew it by the eager ache that lingered in the marrow of his bones; by the strange intermingling of hatred, fear and relief that flared with every beat of his heart. Corenne al’Daishar, he thought in the Old Tongue, remembering the last words of the Darkfriend he ran down and tortured in the Black Hills. In another life perhaps Nik would have regretted the atrocities he was forced to inflict upon that cursed Kandori, but in this life his body was hollowed of every emotion other than a cold, undying anger. Even thinking of him as the Kandori rather than the name he sobbed - along with the names of his wife and seven kids for whom he swore allegiance to Shai’tan to protect - again and again while Nik flayed each and every inch of his flesh had no ill effect on his spirit. Just as he no longer cared to count how many men and women (and sometimes even children) he’s had to kill to get to this moment, he no longer bothered to remember, let alone learn, the names of his victims. Only one name mattered to him; would ever matter to him. In the distance Nik made out the faint outline of Drell’s Crossing, no more than a few hour’s worth of walking. There he would find the man who his hands yearned to to choke the life from. Who his nails craved to rip and tear into, whose blood his knives thirsted for, whose limbs they lusted to dismember, whose face they dreamed to disfigure. According to the Kandori he would not be alone, either. An entire cell of Darkfriends would be gathering there, to fulfill some nefarious plot for the Dark One. If it came down to it Nik would not hesitate to decimate the lot of them, to burn down the entire village if it was required, in order to get to that man. “Padan Fain,” Nik hissed the name, venom dripping off every syllable, as if speaking it aloud might allow his father to hear it despite the league's between them. “Can you feel it, father!?” he yelled as loud as his rage, and lungs, would allow, though no one was around to hear it. “A bloody battle is brewing, and I promise you- no, promise Sightblinder Himself, that you will not escape it unscathed...” Edited June 3, 2016 by Amanuensis 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sart Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 (edited) It's good to be back in the swing of things. This is probably a dead horse, but we should discuss the pros and cons of a day one lynch. Pros: Potentially killing an eliminator. Generating useful discussion. Cons: Investigative roles haven't had a chance to act yet. Possibility of lynching a villager. In my opinion, a day one lynch is fairly random. However, we still need to put votes out. Without them, we practically waste a day that could have been productive. The ideal day one is a day with lots of discussion, but in the end, no one is lynched. A tie is the best result. This puts several suspicious people into the spotlight for viewers to invest, and it doesn't lead to a villager death. With that out of the way, I might as well do a poke vote to say hi to the new players. RubiksCube, what do you think about day one lynches? Edited June 3, 2016 by Sart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jaimeleecee Posted June 3, 2016 Report Share Posted June 3, 2016 Awesome opening! Let the games begin! RP to come if I can stay awake Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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