As a new day dawns over the sleepy town of [still under vote]. You all awake to a ruckus in the town square. You come out to find two mutilated corpses, after some consideration you think they might be a llama and Alarra.
It looks like it may have been those wolves you'd heard had been terrorizing the next town over.
Alright...time for a new round of werewolf. The rules are as follows:
Each day the folk of the village band together to lynch whoever they believe to be a werewolf.
Accusations are in red, like so: *Alarra points at Atreyu the masked llama.
You must vote every other day in order to not be kicked from the game for inactivity. You will be warned via pm if you are on the verge of being kicked out.
Days last for 48 hours.
At the end of the 48 hours, whoever has the most accusations, assuming that person has gotten the votes of more than 25% of the live population, is lynched.
The day may end early, if someone receives accusations from more than 50% of the live population.
Each night the wolves get to kill a villager. PM this kill to both narrators.
If you have a special role which involves a power, you PM this to both narrators during this time as well.
If you do not use your power during a night, you lose it for that night.
Night lasts 24 hours.
Wolves win when they have lowered the number of villagers to be equal with the wolves.
Villagers win when they have eliminated all the wolves.
Once you die, you are more than happy to haunt the village, but please refrain from sharing information about the game.
Everyone has received a pm and they are each different, so don't try that sneaky cheating stuff from games past.
Dead: Malmagor Andrigal (villager, lynched day 1)
Bookman (villager, killed night 1)
Korith (villager, killed night 1)
Lord Iames (villager, lynched day 2)
Fenir (villager, lynched - inactivity, day 2)
Faulkner Asiniti (villager, killed night 2)
TheChris (villager, killed night 2)
B-Man (werewolf, lover, lynched day 3)
Kantur (villager, lover, suicide day 3)
Lucky (villager, killed night 3)
Raistlin (fool, killed night 3)
The Rabid Walnut (villager, lynched day 4)
GnomeBarbarian (villager, killed night 4)
Tormskull (brown wolf, lynched day 5)
Vael (villager, lynched - inactivity, day 5)
Dispozition (werewolf, killed, night 5)
Deckmaster (werewolf, lynched, day 6)
Cult of the Raven (villager, killed, night 6)
Altharis (villager, lynched day 7)
Weebl (werewolf, killed night 7)
Krusk (villager, lynched day 8)
Ceika (villager, killed night 8)
Lord Fullbladder (werewolf, devil, lynched day 9)
Trog (villger, killed night 9)
El Jaspero (villger, killed night 9)
Eldritch Knight (werewolf, lynched day 10)
Ms Elaneous (seer, killed night 10)
Veecher (villager, lynched day 11)
Sehlrac (villager, lynched day 12)
Moon Called (villager, lynched - inactivity, day 12)
Joosbawx (illusionist, lynched - inactivity, day 12)
Kyrian (villager, killed night 12)
Day Begins. Ends 9pm EST Friday, January 5
Current Vote Tally:
Has Not Voted: 9
I was outzombied by the baby!
Originally Posted by Amotis
Alarra ate all my awesome and now she's always acknowledged as awe-inspiring awesome. Alliteration aside, Alarra is awesome.
Lucky wanders into Town. Hmmm... Looks like I won't be Mayor this time around. Apparently people don't like pink pompoms as much as I thought they did... Suddenly he stumbles across the bodies. OH NOES! Not Llama and Alarra! Who could have done this?!
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*Dis walks out of his houes, and walks over to the crowd of people. He hovers a little bit into the air to get a good look at the everyone it looking at. He almost falls out of the air when he sees Alarra's and Llama's corpses*
"Well. Looks like we have wolves...What do we do?"
Raven leaves her fletching shop, twirling a peacock-feathered arrow in one hand. soon, however, the crowd draws her near. Oh, no. Those poor people. mutilated like that... she turns a deathly pale. My gods, what have you done to them?
Eep! Ms E turns back to the bodies and El J. No way! These people deserve a proper burial. 'Specially since they were my friends. Alarra even gave me cookies since I didn't like pudding, benevolent cookie goddess that she is! And nothing tops playing action figures with the Llama! I'm going to miss them... so back off you kebab-loving, cannibalistic freak! Ms E holds out her gear-staff in what she hopes is a somewhat menacing pose.
It seems such a shame to let such people die without proper burial gifts. Raven turns and dashes in and out of her shop, bringing with two finely-crafted swan-arrows. The least I can do for them is to give them each a last gift. she breaks the arrows in half, and tucks the pieces onto the poor dead people. Where I grew up, a broken arrow was a sign of final peace, so I leave these tokens as a sign for them.
Raven looks up from her position beside the bodies. She nods to Ms. Elaneous. Someone should defend these people until proper graves are dug. I will help, if you wish. she motions to the bow and swords strapped to her back.
The Strange Old Goblin From Down The Alley steps out into the plaza.
"You've obviously never had snake before. Charming meal, it makes, O Knight."
He seems to ponder a bit.
"But you have a point. We have a new mayor, what's his take on all this? What will he do about it? And why is it so durned drafty out here?"
He pulls his grey scarf down from his neck and scratches his chin.
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Moon Called wanders into the area, a dead hare in hand, a bow in the other, and a quiver over her back, aparently newly arrived from her hunting. She glances over to the crowd, shrugs, and pushes her way into it so as to see what's going on. As soon as she see's the body, and her mind connects the corpse to the smilling figure of the llama, a scream rips out of her throat. "Atreyu!" she sobs, falling upon her knees. "Who did this to you?" Tears ran down her face, hardend with rage. "I swear on my fathers bow I will avenge you." She is whispering now, as if the thought was ment only for the llama's ears. The elf obviously doesn't care if the crowd decided to stare at her, all she knows is the rage that is consuming her.
Glad to see people are willing to help, not eat. And where, in the name of all that is clockwork, is Destro? Not here when you need him... Perhaps we'll have to dig the grave ourselves this time, however much he seems to love doing it himself. We'll let him bury who or whatever we lynch for these murders! I'll go get a shovel. Ms E scurries into the Clocktower and retrieves a shovel for the burial.