|Link||Fantasy Mafia - Wyrmhaven's Tale|
|Size||15 Players (Large)|
|Start Date||May 11, 2009|
|First to Die||GreyCells|
|Last Remaining||RPGBully, JarZe, Woon, Abhisk|
Fantasy Mafia was a game designed and hosted by scsw based on own design
It began on May 11, 2009 and ended in a Goodies win in D6 (May 27th).
24hr Day/Night cycles. If two players target each other at the same time, the following will happen;
- If blocking role, their actions are wasted so it's as good as blocking each other. But a coin is flipped to decide who gets blocked in the post.
- If blocking/stealing vs killing, a coin is flipped to decide whether someone is killed or blocked.
- If stealing vs blocking, coin is flipped.
- Killing vs killing, both players will die.
Chance Encounter - If two players target a same player, they have a 1/6 chance of learning each others roles.
Jailbreak - Every two captures, there is a 50% chance of the player escaping from the jail in the morning. (Won't have night actions, but will be able to post on the thread
Dark Brotherhood: Wins by becoming the majority.
- Assassin: Kills 1 character per night. Role will be revealed if attempt is foiled twice. If assassin dies, another player will be randomly picked to assume his action.
- Witch Doctor: Forces one player to repeat their previous night's action. If it is a killing role, and last target was killed, will randomly target another victim. Cannot target same player twice. If targeted, the usual restrictions of the actions are void. I.e. the jailer can jail the same person the second night. If the Shade is targeted, a random soul's ability and random target will be chosen.
- Doppelganger: Steal's a player's role for the day/night. Cannot target the same player twice. The target's action is also nullified. If the Shade is targeted, a random soul is chosen.
- Allows BTSC between all dark brotherhood members. Upon death, BTSC is lost to Dark Brotherhood members. Every other night, also has the ability to use mind blast on a player to change their action's target to a random player.
- Because of his BTSC ability, the BTSC PMs should also be forwarded to the GM. Will not directly learn the role of the player when using mind blast. A typical post will be as follows;
- "Player" walked purposefully out of the inn. With his target in mind, he headed off into the night. Suddenly, he felt an intrusion in his mind and everything went blank for a moment. As he recovered, he tried to sort his jumbled mind and headed off in a different direction.
Wyrmhaven Citizens: Wins by eliminating the Dark Brotherhood.
- Healer: Can heal a player, including self. Can only heal self once, unless targeted by the Witch Doctor.
- Seer: Can observe a player's actions for the night. 50% chance of getting hints to identity if no action is taken. Who she observed will be posted on the night post (only she will know the identity though).
- Defender: Can protect a player, except self, has 50% chance of dying in the process.
- Jailor: Can catch a player and throw him/her into the dungeon for a day and night cycle. Cannot capture the same player two nights in a row. Player may not post (on thread or BTSC) when captured, unless jailbreak occurs (see below).
- Undertaker: Can learn the role of ONE dead player every morning. Will not be blocked by night actions. Will be PMed a list of dead players every night, and choose one.
- Priest: Can purify the soul of a fallen, preventing the shade from consuming it. Can prevent the lynching of a player every other day. Cannot save the same player twice. PM must be sent before half of the votes are in. To purify a soul, PM the name of the player - if s/he dies, the soul is purified, if not - no purification and the soul goes to the Shade.
- Minstrel: Stops a player's action for a night. If the same player is targeted again, chance is reduced to, and remains thereafter at, 50%.
- Knight: 50% chance of killing a player a night. If target player is not killed, his/her action has a 50% chance of being nullified. When targeting a player, a coin is first flipped - if target survives, another coin is flipped to determine if action is blocked, if not, action resumes. In actual percentages, 50% kill, 25% block, 25% free.
- Innkeeper: Gains 1 gold piece every night no action is taken. Can use one gold piece to (1) boost a player's abilities (must know role) to 100% (or 0% if it is negative effect); (2) learn the role of a player. Day/Night ability: Can use two gold pieces to (1) hire any player (must know role) and make them perform any action (e.g. Can hire assassin to kill mastermind). If you hire in the Day, that night you can still get a gold piece at night, BUT, the hiring process is stated on the Day post. It will be mentioned that you hired <player> (not role and the requested action will not be revealed). If roles are wrong, 1 gold piece is deducted from pot. The hired player's action restrictions are void (like the Witch Doctor's repeat).
- Night action: PM a player to receive 1 message (PM) directed to any other player. If intercepted (e.g. - killed, role stolen, blocked), message will be sent to interceptor on the same night instead.
- Day action: Will deliver the message.
- Messages will be delivered through the GM. Messages work as follows
- The messenger will PM me who the first target is (let's say Player 1). I will send a PM
- The messenger will deliver a message for you.
- Reply PM template: To: <recipient>.
- Message: <Limit 3 sentences>. From: <sender>.
- The message will be sent to the recipient by me. The messenger will also get a copy. PMs will be sent separately. Messenger's identity will remain unknown.
- Intercepts are time dependent - on the order I receive action PMs. If messenger has not sent me PM for target, and is intercepted, the messenger will not be able to send messages. If messenger has sent me PM, but the other has yet to reply, the message is intercepted.
Second Circle Spawn: Wins by killing two of the following; the Priest, Seer or Doppelganger. If the they die by any other means, must be last man standing.
- Night: Automatically consumes the soul of those fallen at night, gaining their abilities. Each ability can only be used once before the soul dissipates.
- Day: Has a choice of consuming the soul of the lynched player, but has a 25% chance of being discovered. PM must be sent before the last vote is in.
- Also has 1 RID killing every night. Loses a random soul for every failed attempt. If no souls are available, role will be revealed.
- Starts with the painter's soul: Able to change 1 person's vote.
Game Idea and ExpectationsEdit
Since all Baddies have dropped out, I have decided for a goodie win.
Never had a chance to read WoT. Was planning to until the author passed away - I didn't want to read a story that would be left hanging. :( I just won't be able to get it off my head and think about what may happen next.
Thanks for playing and sticking till the end guys. I thought the baddies were gonna win (they took down most investigative roles) until they became inactive. :blink: Reaymond (the Shade) was well poised to win (good play by reay), until RPGBully (unfortunately for the Shade) investigated him. Either way, well played goodies.
- CGH0606 - Minstrel
- GMaster479 - Undertaker
- andromeda/peace*out - Messenger
- RPGBully - Innkeeper
- IDNE - Knight
- JarZe - Healer
- woon - Defender
- abhisk - Priest
- GC - Seer
- twin_bro - Jailor
Day and Night PostsEdit
|Prologue - The Chaos Begins|
|Wyrmhaven was the frontier city of Helms Guard, the alliance of the three nations in the Central Kingdom. It controlled the trade routes to and from Frostguard Valley, a valley with rich veins of mithril and soul crystals.
The trade rakes in a lot of earnings for the treasury of the city and Wyrmhaven was easily the riches frontier city. It was even said that the baron of the city commanded the second largest army in Central Kingdom and was the third most powerful man in the kingdom. Because of its strategic location, every faction in Central Kingdom have had their eyes on the city, bidding their time to take over the city and eventually the whole of Central Kingdom.
Their attempts have always been thwarted by the first baron of Wyrmhaven. He was a smart and commanding ruler who maintained peace and control in the city. When the first baron passed away, there was a power struggle between his two sons and the evil elder son prevailed using underhanded methods. However, he made many enemies during that struggle.
"Peace" returned to Wyrmhaven shortly after the new baron was crowned - but that peace is one that will soon crumble.
The assassin paused. He was being tailed. He quickly slid through the crowd and darted into a small alleyway. Back to the wall, he readied his dagger. A moment later a figure turned into the alleyway, finding the tip of the dagger at its throat. It smirked as it lowered its hood. The assassin was staring at his own face!
"Who... What are you?" he asked.
"Come with me if you want answers," it replied and with reflexes as fast as the assassin's, it snatched the dagger and pocketed it. Knowing that he was at a disadvantage the assassin yielded and followed the figure.
They entered a small shop selling various medical potions. The figure guided the assassin to the back, where two others were seated at a long table. He readied another dagger and almost hurled it at the figure when it morphed back into the faceless being it was - the Doppleganger.
The Mastermind smirked. 'Welcome comrade. We were expecting you.' The assassin heard the words in his mind.
"Mind reader!" the assassin spat. He hated dealing with the likes of those - they knew his every move. But his years of experience taught him how to deal with them. Calming himself, he cleared his mind.
'Very good. I know now that we have picked the right choice. Now, we have a proposal that will make us the most powerful men in all of the kingdom.' Images of the plans flowed into the Assassin's head.
"Are you in?" asked the Witch Doctor. The assassin smiled and took his seat on the right of the Mastermind.
The body of the painter was found by the river.
The healer checked for a pulse. "It looked like someone drained his life force away."
"Just earlier, the baron was murdered with a dagger in his back. What is happening to this city?" asked the Jailor, shaking his head as the Undertaker dragged the body onto his cart.
"There... there is no soul!" stammered the Priest who was performing the purification rites, "Something evil is lurking in the city!"
"Whatever it is, we will stop it," said the Knight to the Defender. The Defender wrote a note and passed it to the Messenger. "To the Minstrel." The messenger nodded and ran for the inn.
The messenger spotted the minstrel getting a mug of mead from the innkeeper. The minstrel placed a gold coin on the counter and made for the table by the door.
"A message for you," the messenger said as the note was passed to the minstrel. He nodded his head and opened it as the messenger left.
The crystal ball cracked as she saw the Undertaker load the body onto the cart. The Seer was worried. It was the third crystal ball this week. Evil lurked in the air. Stepping down from her room, she made for the city square, hoping to make sense of this situation.
The Shade smiled. The first day on the surface and it had feasted. It was already growing stronger. If it was not for the interfering priest and seer, it would've feasted on another soul - the soul of the most powerful man in the city. It had decided - both the priest and the seer must die. So must that First Circle Spawn scum, the Doppelganger, who might reveal its identity. Snickering, the Shade conjured the soul of the poor painter and started tormenting it to gain its knowledge and skills.
|Night 1 - First Blood|
|As the sun set in Central Kingdom, the shaken citizens of Wyrmhaven scurried back into their homes, fearing what the night may bring. After all, two murders had occured the night before.
Reaymond increased his pace. He was being followed and whoever it was, he was certain that it was not a friend. The footsteps were closing in. Thinking fast, he started running towards the castle, hoping to bump into the Knight or someone that would deter the tracker from following him. As he turned the bend towards the dungeons, he saw the Jailor.
"Glad to see you here," gasped Reaymond who was out of breath. The Jailor smiled.
"Likewise. You saved me a lot of trouble," he said as he cuffed Reaymond's hands.
"Wha...? What are you doing?"
"You're coming with me tonight. I have a feeling that we will become fast friends."
Reaymond struggled but with both hands confined, the Jailor easily overpowered him and dragged him to the dungeons.
The Doppelganger snarled as it looked out from the shadows. It was too risky to continue. It blended back into the shadows also regretting the fact that he did not get a better look at the Jailor.
The Seer focused her will into her crystal and an image of Kat appeared. For the rest of the night, the Seer observed Kat's actions, hoping to learn more about her.
From the watch tower, the Knight spotted CGH0606 lounging at the fountain. The events of the day planted seeds of suspicion and distrust into many and those in the Knight ran deep. Being alone in public at night gave the Knight enough reason to suspect CGH0606. Grabbing his shield and sword, he made for the fountain. The Knight scanned the area for other citizens.
'No one is around. Good.'
Brandishing his sword, the Knight approached CGH0606 from behind. CGH0606 noticed the Knight's reflection in the water and managed to sidestep a killing blow.
"What is the meaning of this, Sir Knight?" stammered a confused CGH0606.
"Stop pretending, murderer! I will bring justice to your victims!"
"Wait! You have the wrong..." and before CGH0606 could finish, the Knight dashed towards CGH0606 and slammed him with the shield. The force of the blow sent CGH0606 landing on the other side of the fountain.
Knowing that there was no reasoning with the Knight who was in blind rage, CGH0606 turned around and disappeared into the slums. With the confusing network of streets and tunnels, CGH0606 believed that he could lose the Knight. And lose the Knight he did. He slumped against the wall when he was sure that the Knight was no longer trying to find him. Breathing hurts – the blow earlier had broken two of his ribs. CGH0606 shook his head. He will not be able to do anything that night.
The Knight realized his mistake the moment CGH0606 landed on the other side of the fountain. That was the direction of the slums and his experience told him that it was too late to give chase as CGH0606 scrambled into the shadows of the slums. The Knight returned to the walls and resumed his patrol, vowing to strike down the evil that lurked in the city.
Well hidden in the shadows of the night, the Defender kept a close watch at the double storey grey-walled building across the street. He had a feeling that something was going to happen to the resident of the building tonight. The night has been uneventful so far, but the Defender will be ready for any surprises.
The Defender's wait was not in vain, as in the middle of the night, he noticed a dark figure approaching the house. The figure stopped a few feet before the entrance and crouched in the shadows. Realizing that time was running short, the Defender shot out from his hiding position and with inhuman speed tackled the figure. With a hand wrapped around the figure’s mouth, the Defender pulled down the figure’s hood and relaxed. It was the Healer and things were easier now that they knew who each other was.
JarZe wrote his message down hastily and passed it to the Messenger. Just moments ago, the Messenger approached him and said that he would risk sending a message out for him. The Messenger shot out off JarZe’s house and headed into the darkness of the night.
“God’s speed, Messenger. God’s speed.”
The door was open. GC’s heart raced. He remembered closing it and was sure he did not hear it opening. He closed the door and raced to the bedroom. He reached for the dagger he kept by the bed for protection and felt more secure with it in his hand.
“That’s not going to help much, you know,” he heard a mocking voice from behind. GC turned around and saw the Assassin leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. GC’s eyes widened and lunged at the Assassin. The Assassin evaded the attack and playfully slapped GC’s armed hand with the side of his dagger. GC’s hand gripped tightly on the dagger and launched a series of slashes but the only thing he was slashing was air.
“I thought I would have more fun,” said the Assassin in a disappointed tone. In one swift motion, he grabbed GC’s hand and slit GC’s throat. The Assassin wiped the bloodied dagger and casually left the house as GC grasped his throat in a futile attempt to cheat death. Soon, GC’s rigid body slumped to the ground.
The Messenger slipped the note under Marioman9’s door. Knowing that the message is safely delivered, he ran back to the safety of his own home.
The Priest said a small prayer and left the chapel.
‘I will be there to purify his soul should he fall,’ he thought as he walked into the dark night.
|Day 1 - A False Lead|
|Most of the citizens of Wyrmhaven were gathered at the city square. GC was murdered the night before and the citizens were angry. Their fear and timidness were suppressed by a sudden overwhelming rage and they were out for blood.
“We must find out who it is and make the person pay!” screamed a citizen. The outraged crowd echoed his suggestion. Soon, they were scouring the city for any evidence of GC’s murderer. Chaos ensued.
When everyone gathered at the square again, no one had found any promising evidence. The citizens started accusing each other of the heinous act the night before. Names were shouted and insults were thrown. The crowd was about to start a riot when twin_bro showed up.
“What’s going on here?” asked a rather oblivious twin_bro. All eyes were on him. He was disheveled and there were some blood stains on his shirt.
“It’s him! The blood stains are a good lead!” someone shouted. Soon the rest of the citizens started screaming twin_bro’s name and started surrounding him. Twin_bro now knew what was happening.
“You have the wrong person! I am innocent,” he pleaded.
“I don’t want to reveal too much, but I can help you find the identity of the true culprit!”
“That is not very convincing!”
With that the crowd closed into twin_bro and suppressed him.
“Hang him! Let’s make him an example!” someone suggested. Rage clouded the citizen’s judgment and everyone agreed. They dragged twin_bro to the gallows despite his protests.
“I am innocent!” shouted twin_bro’s last defense as the rest of the citizens hoisted him onto the gallows and tightened the noose around his neck. The lever to the trapdoor was pulled and the trapdoor sprung open. Gravity dragged twin_bro’s body with such force that fractured his neck and spinal cord and twin_bro’s body went limp. As the body fell, the keys to the dungeon fell out from his clothes.
Twin_bro was the Jailor and the citizens had wrongly lynched him.
Seeing this, the crowd’s frenzy died. Sanity and reasoning took hold of them again. Nothing could be done to right the wrong, but they vowed to not repeat the same mistake again.
The Defender picked up the keys and headed to the dungeons. He unlocked the bars to Reaymond’s cell and helped him up.
“Thanks,” said Reaymond, weak from the Jailor’s interrogation.
‘So the blood stains were his,’ thought the Defender. “Go home before the night sets in. Who knows what will happen tonight.”
“Alright,” said Reaymond as he headed home.
The Defender left the dungeons with the guilt of not being able to protect GC heavy on his thoughts.
The Undertaker pulled twin_bro’s rigid body onto the cart where GC’s body was and headed to the graveyard. As he moved GC’s body from the cart into the grave he dug, something fell out of its tunic. The Undertaker knew at that moment who GC was.
‘Well done everyone. Keep this up and the city will soon be ours.’
The Dark Brotherhood Cultists smiled. The day was theirs, and so will the night. Soon they will be unstoppable.
Side note: Just to make a few things clear; the Undertaker knows the role of the dead player of his choice the moment the night post goes up. Whose identity he learns, however, will be posted only in the day thread.
|Night 2 - Irony|
|The Witch Doctor rummaged through his sack and found what he was looking for – a small pouch of Wisp Mushroom Spores. He gently untied the pouch and poured some of the potent hallucinogen into his bamboo pipe. Sticking one end of the pipe through the window, he blew the contents of the pipe into the room. He stuffed the pipe and the pouch back into the sack and waited patiently.
Woon was getting ready to leave the house when his vision started to blur. His senses were bombarded by a myriad of sights and sounds. As he tried to focus his mind, he found himself reliving the actions of the night before.
The Witch Doctor smirked. Satisfied with the result of his actions, he patted his sack and snuck away.
“Who is it? What do you want?” reaymond asked as he opened the door. The Messenger chuckled and stuffed a blank parchment into reaymond’s hands.
“I believe you have quill and ink? I’ll be back to pick that up. You better have it ready by then,” the Messenger whispered and left. Reaymond quickly closed the door and went for his writing tools.
The Minstrel twirled the flute expertly as he set off into the night. He spotted IDNE coming out from his house, holding something wrapped in black cloth. The Minstrel tailed IDNE, waiting for a chance to confront him. His chance soon came when IDNE decided to cut through the now deserted marketplace.
The Minstrel ran ahead of IDNE and crouched behind a tall stand. As IDNE passed by, the Minstrel played a soothing tune which filled the marketplace. A startled IDNE turned around, trying to find the source of the music. As IDNE started making towards the stand the Minstrel hid behind, he felt his senses numbed and slumped onto the ground, dreaming of nymphs and dryads. The Minstrel smiled and left through the north exit.
Just as the Minstrel disappeared into the shadows, the Doppelganger walked in from the south. It spotted fast asleep IDNE on the floor and wasted no time in taking his form. After a few seconds, it looked at its hands and was satisfied with the transformation. It picked up the item lying beside IDNE. Uncovering the cloth, the Doppelganger smiled.
“How ironic,” the Doppelganger said as it plunged the newly acquired sword into IDNE’s heart.
The informant flipped the gold piece into the air and, with a swift sleight of hand, pocketed it.
“It was good doing business with you,” she said as she stood up and made for the door. Flashing the Innkeeper her seductive smile, she wrapped herself in her cloak and left.
The Innkeeper sat down behind the bar, pondering the significance of the information he gained.
The Healer sat quietly in watch. The night seems uneventful and he whispered a silent prayer to Dyanora, the Patron Goddess of Healers, to keep it that way.
The Messenger grabbed the note off reaymond’s hand.
“It will be delivered, I promise.” Reaymond nodded and closed the door.
The Messenger opened the note and headed off to deliver it.
The Assassin laughed as he slipped his trusty daggers into his tunic. There was no need to coat them with poison tonight – he target was a defenseless little girl! Oh, how his blood boiled and adrenaline pumped. He slipped into his cloak and climbed up towards the rooftop from his window.
He scanned the city and spotted andromeda walking hastily across the city square. The Assassin quickly crisscrossed the network of rooftops to intercept andromeda. When he was positioned above andromeda, he jumped and landed agilely in front of the startled andromeda.
“Hello, little lamb,” the Assassin cooed playfully, “Where are you going so late at night?”
Andromeda gasped and starting running the other direction, not giving time for fear to set it.
“Oh, we are not so defenseless after all,” the Assassin laughed as he picked up a pebble from the ground and launched it at andromeda’s heels. It struck home and andromeda’s legs gave way. She landed head down onto the street. The Assassin produced his dagger and closed in towards andromeda. She turned around to face her attacker. The sharp stare of the Assassin’s merciless eyes sent cold shivers down her spine. Petrified, she could not even open her mouth to call for help.
The Assassin brought the cold blade to andromeda’s face and ran the edge of the blade lightly across her cheek. Crimson blood welled on the side of the blade and flowed down her face as the dagger was lifted.
As the Assassin brought the dagger in for a killing blow, the Defender, with his hood on, jumped between the two and grabbed the dagger with his hand. Still having the element of surprise at his side, the Defender punched and kicked the Assassin, sending him crashing into a pile of wooden crates. Knowing that he might not be able to win over the Assassin while having to protect andromeda, the Defender helped andromeda up and left the scene.
As he picked himself from the mess, the Assassin saw his prey and the Defender disappear into the night. Cursing his luck, he climbed back onto the rooftops and headed back to the hideout. It was too dangerous to act now that the Defender was in the picture. He cursed at his confidence – had he coated his daggers with poison, both andromeda and the Defender would be dead by morning.
The Priest chanted his prayers. The candles’ flames roared. He whispered his thanks and went back to his quarters, knowing well that the Gods have accepted his prayers and will protect his target’s soul until it reached the Halls of Judgment.
JarZe caught the sight of the Messenger’s cloak as a note was slid under his door. He secretly thanked the Messenger and quickly opened the note.
|Day 2 - A Grave Error|
|“Where is IDNE?”
The chattering crowd went silent immediately. Everyone was looking around the city square, trying to find IDNE, but he was no where to be seen.
“Let’s look for him!” someone shouted and the crowd separated into two groups to look for IDNE. The first group headed to the slums while the second headed to the marketplace.
On the way to the city square, GMaster479 had to pass through the marketplace. The usually busy marketplace was barren now – everyone was gathered at the city square to discuss the recent turn of events. He was running late and anyone late would be subject to suspicion.
‘No, I cannot have that happen. I don’t want to end up like twin_bro!’ he thought. As he ran through the marketplace, something glittering caught his eye. It was a sword reflecting sunlight, and the sword was pierced through IDNE’s body! GMaster479 stopped.
“No, not another!” he cried. He approached IDNE’s body and pulled the sword out.
GMaster479 turned around. A group of citizens were staring at him. Their eyes went from IDNE’s body to the sword GMaster479 is holding.
“MURDERER!” they chanted.
“No! I found IDNE lying here while going to the square! I’m telling the truth!” defended GMaster479.
“You are caught in the act, and you still deny?” someone chimed.
“Yeah! Catch him! Catch the murderer!” everyone yelled as they moved in to apprehend GMaster479.
“Damn it!” cursed GMaster479 as he started running to the other direction. More citizens came in from the other side. Someone tipped off the first group, and they came to help catch GMaster479. There was no where to run. GMaster479 was soon caught, gagged, tied and dragged to the graveyard, the closest open space to the marketplace.
There, he was hoisted onto a makeshift platform. A citizen took the sword and severed GMaster479’s head from his body.
“Good riddance!” he yelled. Everyone cheered, believing that one of the many threats has been eliminated.
“Bury him and get this over with!”
A man went to the gravedigger’s hut and grabbed the Undertaker’s shovel. He gasped. The name GMaster479 was carved on the handle of the shovel. Solemnly, he walked back onto the platform and addressed the crowd.
“We have the wrong person. GMaster479 was the Undertaker!” he announced as the held up the shovel. The crowd went silent again. One more innocent down.
A few men dug a grave beside the platform and lowered GMaster479’s body into the it. Everyone said a silent prayer as the grave was covered.
It was evening when the business was done, and everyone rushed back home.
Everyone but one. The Shade hid in the gravedigger’s hut and made his way to GMaster479’s grave when everyone left. GMaster479’s soul was staring blankly at its own grave when the Shade sneaked behind it.
“You will be a fine addition to my collection,” he laughed as added GMaster479’s soul to his collection.
|Night 3 - Quiet Before the Storm|
|JarZe walked faster. Night was setting in fast and he was unarmed – an easy target for whoever, or whatever, is out there.
The Shade snickered as it saw JarZe approaching. It summoned a soul and a black sword materialized in its hand. When JarZe passed it, the Shade rushed out and slashed at JarZe. Just before it brought the sword down at full swing, the Shade felt the soul resist his command. This gave JarZe a few precious seconds to avoid the swing and the sword struck stone. The Shade snarled and slashed again, this time horizontally. JarZe jumped back and grabbed a wooden crate cover lying on the side to use as a shield. The Shade struck again. JarZe brought his makeshift shield up to block, but the sword shattered it, sending splinters in all directions. The Shade was blinded by the smaller splinters and JarZe seized the opportunity to run.
Reaching the safety of his home, JarZe noticed that a particularly large chunk of wood stuck on his shoulder. He pulled it out and washed the wound. He will not be able to do anything tonight.
As Limey walked down the street, he heard an enchanting tune. Limey spotted the Minstrel playing his flute across the fountain and started walking towards him in a trance.
The Minstrel smiled. He let his music guide Limey into a basement and played a different tune, putting Limey to sleep. He turned back out and shut the door to the basement.
“You won’t be doing anything tonight,” he chuckled as he headed home.
The night was still for the Defender as he camped outside of a citizen’s residence. As the sun rose, the Defender was thankful for the peaceful night – he did not want to face the Assassin again, not until the wound on his arm has healed.
The Priest knelt in front of the altar, praying to the Gods to protect another citizen for the night.
|Day 3 - Striking the Wrong Chord|
|The winds from Frostguard Valley blew strong. The freezing gusts forced many citizens to stay indoors and the crowd gathered at the city square was relatively small. The few citizens gathered discussed the turn of events.
“Although there were no casualties, we must not forget that an attempt was made at one of our fellow citizens the night before,” someone mentioned. Everyone nodded in agreement.
“But who could the culprit be?” asked RPGBully, “How can we be sure who’s an imposter if everyone is quiet and in hiding?”
“We can’t be sure, but we can put pressure on someone and make them talk!” suggest Limey.
“CGH0606 has been acting pretty suspicious. We should capture him and force him to answers some questions,” suggested RPGBully. Limey agreed and the crowd set out looking for CGH0606.
They found CGH0606 sitting by the pond, so deep in thought that he did not realize the crowd was there until they surround him.
“What is the matter?” CGH0606 asked.
“We have a reason to believe you were behind the killings the past few days,” someone from the crowd said.
“Convince us otherwise!”
CGH0606 went silent. The crowd soon became impatient and started shouting remarks at CGH0606.
“I can’t reveal anything, but I am an innocent!” CGH0606 yelled.
“If there is no proof, then there is nothing we can do for you. Catch him! We will interrogate him!”
The crowd closed in onto CGH0606. CGH0606 backed away from the crowd and stepped on a loose brick. Unable to control his body, he toppled backwards into the ice cold water. The instant his body fell into the pond, before anyone could react, CGH0606’s body went into shock and all color drained from his face. The crowd gasped. They did not mean for this to happen, at least not until they have some answers.
Someone fished CGH0606’s body out of the pond. He checked CGH0606’s body and found his flute safely tucked in his coat. CGH0606 was the Minstrel.
The crowd went silent. Another innocent wrongly accused. Just when everyone was heading back home, a trumpet blew in the city square. Everyone headed towards the square and saw the old baron’s younger son standing on the stage in the square with a dozen or so elite guards surrounding him.
“To all citizens of Wyrmhaven, I have recently visited the Alliance and by the Council’s decree, I am given command of Wyrmhaven. As of now, I am your Baron and you shall answer to me.
“There is no time for details, for the sun is going down, and I fear for everyone’s safety. But, hear me well citizens, tomorrow we shall be gathered here to discuss the next steps and citizens who do not contribute without a reason will be branded a suspect and will be imprisoned in the dungeons for the night!”
With that, the newly appointed Baron retreated back to the castle, leaving the citizens dumbfounded at the unlikely events of the day.
I didn't want to do this but - In other words, players who do not contribute to Day 4 discussions will have their actions blocked for the night. If they are targeted for lynch/killing, the actions will still be carried out regardless.
I know that there is no history of this happening in a Mafia game, but then again, there has been no Mafia games (at least to my knowledge) that have been this quiet. I believe many players’ game experience were greatly affected by this and I do not want this inactivity to ruin it, especially for first time players. I hope you understand where I am coming from.
Quick question - is everyone busy with school and exams (since summer break is so close)?
Oh, and stay safe. :P
|Night 4 – Quiescence|
|Reaymond quickly scribbled his message on the note and passed it to the Messenger, “To JarZe.” The Messenger nodded and headed off to JarZe’s house.
The Innkeeper reluctantly passed the gold piece to the informant. She inspected it and pocketed it after verifying its authenticity.
“Is there anything else you want to know?” she asked. The Innkeeper shook his head no.
“Very well then, I take my leave,” she said as she stood up. The Innkeeper showed her through the back.
“Stay safe. These are troubled times,” he told her. She nodded and pulled up the hood to cover her face. The Innkeeper closed the door and walked back to his study. Another night, another piece of information.
Once again, the Priest prayed at the altar for the Gods and Goddesses to protect a citizen’s soul should he/she fall.
The Healer made himself comfortable as he camped outside the house of the citizen he suspect will be targeted for the night. When the sun rose, he sighed a sigh of relief. No news is good news.
Across the town, the Defender’s night was equally uneventful.
The Messenger slid the note under JarZe’s door and left.
|Day 4 - Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt|
|The citizens gathered at the city square under the Baron’s orders. Monitored by the Baron and his personal guards, the citizens started discussing the possible culprits of the past few murders. A heated debate soon ensued and the guards had to break the crowd up. When the situation was under control again, the debate resumed.
“I say we put pressure on someone. Our numbers have dwindled so much that we have a 50% chance of getting the correct person. If we can make him talk…” said woon who was cut short by RPGBully.
“Limey has been acting really suspicious lately!” said RPGBully.
“So have all the others we suspected so far. See where we are? We caused the death of three innocent citizens!” replied an agitated reaymond.
“I trust my observational skills and Limey is very suspicious!” RPGBully rebutted with a tone of finality.
“Very well, we will trust you for now. If Limey turns out to be an innocent, you are on top of the list,” said JarZe and the citizens turned to look at Limey.
“Don’t believe him guys! I am innocent. I have been living in this city all my life – how can I be evil?” said Limey. Everyone paused. They nodded in agreement. Limey saw this as a chance and made a dash for the slums.
His futile attempt was stopped by a guard who caught him by the sleeves of his shirt and dragged him to the center of the square. Limey struggled and the sleeve tore. The guard punched Limey and pinned him down in front of the Baron.
“Why did you try to run if you’re not guilty?” asked the Baron.
“You saw how things have become! We have lynched three innocents – I don’t want to be the fourth! Everyone is not thinking rationally anymore!” refuted Limey. Just then, a citizen spotted something peculiar about Limey’s shoulder.
“Didn’t you have a scar on your shoulder from when you were young?” she asked. Limey’s eyes went wide and, with inhuman strength, flung the guard away. He transformed into a faceless figure and tried to run – but there were too many guards. The guards subdued Limey and chained him up.
“Doppelganger!” spat the Baron, “Guards, kill it!”
“Stop! I can tell you who I am working with. If you let me go, I will tell you who they are and return to the First…” Limey was cut short when a crossbow bolt struck him in the throat, immediately crushing his windpipe and killing him.
“They silenced it!” someone from the crowd yelled and fear set in. The situation became chaotic and the citizens were ready to run away when the Baron intervened.
“Stop! There is nothing to worry about,” the Baron shouted to the crowd and sent a few of his guards to hunt for the killer. “We are safe. Whoever it is can’t strike again – we will find out where he is, should he shoot again.”
The citizens calmed down and slowly gathered around the Baron again.
The Baron noted that a few citizens did not contribute to the discussions and whispered something to the guard beside him. The guard nodded and walked away.
‘It is done. You were right – it was going to betray us,’ the Assassin replied to the Mastermind’s telepathy. The Assassin felt the mental link break and relaxed. He hated those mind conversations.
He set the crossbow down and made sure that he appeared normal. Satisfied, he left the building and joined the crowd.
Soon, a few guards surrounded Riranor and Marioman9.
“You guys were quiet during the whole debate and by decree of the Baron, you are to be imprisoned in the dungeon!”
Riranor and Marioman9 gave in and were marched to the dungeons.
The citizens of Wyrmhaven were relieved. Finally, a culprit was revealed. Things did not seem so bleak after all
|Night 5 – Fateful Encounter|
|The Defender pulled his cloak tighter. The snow storm was picking up and he was camped outside a citizen’s house. He wanted to return to the comfort of his own home but he had no other choice. What if the murderer showed up tonight? He shook his thoughts away, focusing on protecting the citizen in the house beside him.
The Priest once again said his prayers at the altar. Something was wrong – the Gods were not answering. He was unable to finish his protective spell.
‘This coupled with the raging storm is worrying,’ he thought. Unable to complete the ritual through his altar, the Priest left the chapel and headed off into the night.
‘I hope I can get to the citizen before anything happens!’ With that, the Priest grabbed his cloak and walked into the storm.
The Healer ruffled through his bag. Satisfied that all of his most potent medicines are there, he left the house and headed off to his target’s house.
RPGBully heard the knock on the door he was expecting. He folded the note neatly and opened the door.
“To abhisk. Good luck,” he whispered as he passed the note to the Messenger. The Messenger nodded.
The door closed and the Messenger started running to abhisk’s house. Just as he turned a bend into the city square, he ran headlong into someone and the Messenger tumbled onto the other person. Both of them started grappling, for fear that the other was a killer. They soon stopped when the storm slowed down and the moonlight shone on their faces.
“You are the Priest?” said a relieved Messenger. They laughed.
“Go deliver your message with haste. Who knows what is lurking out here in this stormy night,” replied the Priest. The Messenger nodded and left.
The Priest clutched his cloak and walked towards his target’s house. Once he was outside, he completed the ritual and returned to the chapel. He said a prayer of thanks – maybe it was by the Gods’ intervention that he met the Messenger.
As the sun rose, both the Healer and the Defender, on different parts of Wyrmhaven, were equally relieved that their targets were safe.
The Messenger slid the note under abhisk’s door and left, hoping to reach home before the citizens started gathering at the square. Although the Priest knows who he is, revealing his identity to other people now would be dangerous.
"You may leave now," said the guard unlocking the doors to Riranor's and Marioman9's cells.
Both of the stood up and left the dungeon as the sun rose from the horizon.
|Day 5 – Broken Link|
|Riranor was surrounded. The citizens had decided that he was acting really suspicious, especially the day before, when he hid at the back when the others were questioning Limey.
“I am innocent!” denied Riranor.
“None of us thinks so! Right, abhisk?” said woon, turning to abhisk for his support.
Abhisk unexpectedly had a change of mind, “No guys, I think he is innocent.”
“Wait, what? You were so sure that Riranor was one of the Dark Brotherhood Cultists!”
“I was wrong. I believe his innocence,” abhisk replied.
“Ridiculous. We all think so, regardless of what you say now. Are you in league with him?”
“I am not. I believe him.”
“Are you alright abhisk? You look strange…” said RPGBully who was cut short when abhisk turned and attacked RPGBully.
“Pin him down!” yelled JarZe. The guards closed in and dragged abhisk away from RPGBully. They pinned him down as the other citizens turn their attention back to Riranor.
“We will deal with abhisk later, let’s get Riranor!” said RPGBully. The Baron nodded and signaled his guards to capture Riranor.
“Wait guys, you don’t understand,” Riranor said with an evil grin on his face, “I can control you!” With that, the guards that were approaching Riranor turned around and pulled their swords at the citizens.
“Curses! He is the Mastermind! That must be why abhisk was acting so weird!” shouted JarZe. The citizens started backing away from Riranor. He was getting away when the Defender selflessly jumped in front and dashed through the guards. The Defender tackled the Mastermind before he could comprehend what happened, and everyone snapped out of the spell.
The well-trained guards immediately understood what happened and turned around. No less than five swords pierced the Mastermind’s body. In his dying breath, the Mastermind sent out a final message to his allies.
“You will not stop us…” the Mastermind’s voice trailed as his soul left the body. The citizens cheered. It was a great victory for a silent war that caused the deaths of so many innocents.
The mood soon died when the sun started to set. The worry that more of the Mastermind’s allies are still out there set in. Everyone rushed home, fearing for their own safety.
‘Do not meet in secret anymore – it is too dangerous. If we do everything according to plan, the city shall fall! We will have the last laugh…’
Both the Assassin and Witch Doctor received the telepathic message as they watched the Mastermind fall. They understood how grave the situation was. Knowing the whole game plan, they knew that sticking to it would eventually make Wyrmhaven fall. The Assassin looked at the Witch Doctor. They nodded to each other and blended back into the crowed.
The Baron’s guards surrounded peace*out and Marioman9. Knowing why they were visited by the guards, both of them gave in and were marched to the dungeons.
|Night 6 – A New Threat|
|Peace*out regretted not saying anything during the morning’s lynching. Now, she was stuck in the cold and dark dungeon and every moving shadow scared her. Lying down on the bunk, she started to think about other things and tried to sleep.
Just before she drifted to sleep, she heard a ruckus from the guards’ room. She jumped up and peered out from her cell. Two guards were lying on the floor and a dark figure was standing over them. It picked up the keys that the guards dropped and started moving towards peace*out’s cell.
When it stood before the cell door, moonlight shone on it and peace*out gasped. It was a Shade. How was a Second Circle Spawn demon here?
“I know who you are, peace*out. You must have heard in the stories – you can’t run now. Your soul is mine!” it smiled.
The Healer’s night went by uneventfully.
Halfway across the town, so did the Defender’s.
The Innkeeper opened the door and let the informant out.
“You know how to reach me if you need more information. Don’t worry about me – I know how to keep myself safe,” she said as she waved goodbye and disappeared into the night.
The Innkeeper closed the door and went back to his study. He jotted the information down and looked at his more complete chart.
The Priest prayed at his altar and the Gods answered his prayers. It was then that he heard a piercing scream fill the night air. He ran towards the dungeons and found the Defender and Healer already there. They found peace*out dead on the floor. The Priest chanted a simple spell and gasped.
“Her soul is taken! This must be the work of a Shade!” he said. The three quickly buried the body and went to their respective homes, contemplating what to do next.
The Shade smiled and brought out peace*out’s soul. The soul screamed as the Shade extracted the information it needed, a scream that no one but the Shade can hear and revel in.
|Day 6 – Cloud Break|
It was a gloomy day with dreary dark clouds in the sky as the citizens of Wyrmhaven gathered around the city square and the weather reflected the moods of the citizens. The Baron had to leave the town to meet with the Council and left the citizens to fend for themselves.
It was quiet until reaymond stepped up to the stage.
“Getting the Shade would be our top priority!” reaymond [Shade] announced, “Do we have any leads?”
A murmur swept through the crowd. No one had any idea, until RPGBully [Innkeeper] stepped out.
“I agree with reaymond. The Shade must go!” he said. More murmurs rose from the crowd. Soon, everyone was pointing fingers and heated arguments rose.
Reaymond smiled – things were going his way.
Marioman9 [Assassin] scaled down from the roofs and landed quietly behind JarZe [Healer]. He produced a poison-coated dagger from under his cloak and closed into JarZe.
It was all going according to plan.
Kat [Witch Doctor] was pleased with herself. She knew who RPGBully was. She secretly snuck into his lodging the night before and poisoned the water supply with some Nightshade. She looked into her bag and was sad to see the potent poison half empty, but it was all worth it. She even saw RPGBully draw water from the well and drank copiously.
She smirked. Any time now RPGBully would fall and the black sheep was already in place. Things were all going as planned.
There was chaos in the marketplace. Reaymond clapped his hands, motioning everyone to stop.
“Where is woon? Is he hiding because he is afraid we will discover that he is the Shade?” reaymond suggested.
“Yeah!” “Get woon!” “Get that Shade!”
“Let’s go find him!” reaymond rallied everyone.
“I know where he stays! Let’s go!” said RPGBully, leading the crowd.
Reaymond who followed from behind stole a smile. Just a while more.
Abhisk [Priest] laid down the stones and looked back at the mace he just retrieved from the altar. Everything was set. He started casting a complex spell.
As Marioman9 brought his dagger up, woon [Defender] dashed out from the shadows and knocked Marioman9 from behind. The sudden momentum caused Marioman9 to fall and the dagger fell from his hand.
“I knew that you were going to try that all along,” said woon. JarZe smiled, “Good timing buddy.”
Marioman9 snarled. He produced two more daggers from his cloak and closed into woon.
“You have interfered for the last time, woon, or should I say Defender!” he said as he dashed towards woon with inhuman speed. Marioman9 brought his daggers up and unleashed a flurry of slashes from both sides. Woon, equally well trained in close quarters combat, deflected them and launched his series of punches and elbows.
JarZe was stupefied. Two equally well trained masters were unleashing series after series of lethal attacks but none of them were hurt by the slightest. It was like watching two well-rehearsed dancers dancing to an ever increasing beat, none of them missing a step.
Woon decided to break the stalemate. He gambled that JarZe would have the cure to whatever poison is coated in the daggers and let his guard slip slightly. Ever keen-eyed, Marioman9 saw the chance and took it. He closed in with the left dagger and as woon blocked, Marioman9 brought the other dagger in low, gashing woon in the abdomen.
Woon smiled. He took the bait. Woon twisted his body, avoiding a fatal blow and sent his momentum forward. This broke Marioman9’s stance and woon seized the chance – he grabbed Marioman9 by the neck and twisted it. Marioman9 went limp immediately.
“You gave a good fight, Assassin,” woon said, breathing hard, “Do you think you have the antidote to whatever he coated his daggers with?”
JarZe picked up the dagger and dabbed a white powder onto it. The powder turned green.
“Yes, I think I do,” JarZe said and administered the antidote to woon, “Done. Let’s go, the others might need us.”
Woon nodded and the two friends left the scene.
Abhisk heard the footsteps. He was relieved. It was completed. The complex spell he weaved together would trigger the moment they stepped out of the tunnel. He said a simple prayer and held his mace close. If things went wrong, he still had a trump card.
Kat was growing impatient. Why was RPGBully still standing? If he fell, this would be the perfect moment to frame reaymond. She looked back into her bag. It was the Nightshade that she administered. What could have gone wrong? She decided to wait longer; it was not uncommon that some people are more resistant to the effects of Nightshade. She quickly closed the bag and followed the crowd.
When the crowd stepped out from the tunnel, RPGBully suddenly grabbed reaymond and flung him onto the ground. The unsuspecting Reaymond landed in a small circle outlined by runestones.
“What is the meaning of this?” snarled reaymond when it hit him. Runestones? Ones with holy inscriptions on them! He was discovered!
Abhisk stepped out from the shadows as the spell was triggered. Reaymond let out a deafening roar as his human body decayed, leaving behind a dark misty shadow with white slits as eyes.
“No! You filthy humans! You think such a weak spell would bind me?” he roared. The mist surrounding him reddened and his eyes shone with a red glare. His misty form started taking shape again. He sprouted wings and his limbs become more defined. When his transformation was complete, he held a fiery whip on his left hand and his dark body pulsated with an eerie red glow.
“I have enough souls to transform now! Die humans!” he roared and the runestones started to crack. The citizens screamed and everyone started running away. Only RPGBully, Kat and abhisk stayed. Abhisk started chanting another spell. He dropped the mace and brought his hands together, palm facing the Shade. A bright white blast shot out from his palms and hit the Shade in its chest. Reaymond roared again. The blast punched a hole though his chest but it was already healing. He smiled.
“Futile attempts! Priest, you will be the first and you will serve me as I bring down your order!” reaymond laughed.
Abhisk ignored his taunts and focused his will again. Another blast shot out and punched another hole in reaymond. Abhisk unleashed more shots but Reaymond shrugged it all off. He lashed his whip at the runestones and they broke, freeing reaymond from his temporary prison.
“You will pay!” he snarled and walked towards abhisk. Abhisk unleashed a last blast, knocking reaymond a little back and signaled for everyone to step back. Reaymond let loose a last roar and dashed towards abhisk while lashing the whip at him. The hot searing whip burned abhisk’s arm but his ignored it.
As the Shade stepped beside the mace he dropped earlier, Abhisk closed his eyes and chanted a spell in the holy tongue. The mace glowed and a bright white light burst from the mace, shooting up into the heavens. Reaymond screamed as his form disintegrated.
JarZe and woon saw the light shoot up and hurried at that direction.
“No…” reaymond whispered. He was naught but a small dark wisp. Abhisk focused the last of his powers and weaved a spell that would banish him back to the Second Circle.
“I will be back!” defied reaymond as golden strands of holy energy closed into him and sent him back to the Second Circle.
“It is over…” said abhisk before fainting.
“He’s still breathing,” said RPGBully checking abhisk’s pulse.
“That’s great,” said Kat, flashing her usual innocent smile. <(^-^)>
“Oh, but you wouldn’t like that, would you? Are you surprised that I’m still standing, Kat? Or should I say, Witch Doctor?” RPGBully said, staring at Kat. Her eyes widened, she was discovered.
“JarZe already knew that you would try to poison one of us, and he gave us these,” he said as he held up a small pouch of pills, “The antidote to Nightshade, the most potent poison known to man!”
“Curse him!” Kat spat, “But that won’t do you much good with this!” She held up a battered doll.
“When I summon this spirit, you will…” she was cut short when woon snuck up behind her and knocked her out.
“Finally it’s over…” said JarZe stepping out behind woon. RPGBully nodded.
“But at what cost,” said woon sadly, “At what cost?”
“We will rebuild. When the Baron comes back, we will rebuild and Wyrmhaven will return to its former glory!” said RPGBully looking up as beams of sunlight broke the clouds, bringing its life giving warmth back to Wyrmhaven.
“Lower plane scum, come forth to the Material Plane! Answer to me!”
The Shade heard the call. It smirked. An ambitious magician’s apprentice is summoning it. It will play the apprentice’s game and when it is strong enough, it will break free and wreak havoc again.
Hey everyone thanks for playing! I'm sorry that things turned a little inactive, I had hoped for it to be much more fun. But, I'm glad it's over and hope you had fun.
I will have the list of characters and actions up shortly. Have to get back to work.
End of Game RosterEdit
- Riranor - Mastermind - Lynched D5
- Reaymanator - Shade - Lynched D6
- CGH0606 - Minstrel - Lynched D3
- GMaster479 - Undertaker - Lynched D2
- andromeda/peace*out - Messenger - Killed N6 by Shade
- RPGBully - Innkeeper
- Limey - Doppelganger - Lynched D4
- IDNE - Knight - Killed N2 by Doppelganger
- JarZe - Healer
- woon - Defender
- Marioman9 - Assassin
- abhisk - Priest
- GC - Seer - Killed N1 by Assassin
- Kat - Witch Doctor
- twin_bro - Jailor - Lynched D1
|List of actions|