[THEMED MAFIA] T+M's Chains of Blood: Crimson Tides Mafia SIGN UP

[Toy and Minion]

I'm starting sign-ups now while Kivams game is running because I need the time to get so many players to sign up.

 

I'd LIKE 45 players. 35 will have to do, however.

 

If that big of a number throws you off, don't let it bother you. This game has a deadline.

 

1. Song of Ice and Fire*
   
2. Thorum*
   
3. amegakure
   
4. Liathiana
   
5. WWWwombat*
   
6. Hybrid*
   
7. mcs0083*
   
8. Locke*
   
9. aemonkristen*
   
10. LedZepMan*
    
11. Talya*
    
12. mmeeshal*
    
13. dapianoplay3r*
    
14. Tiinker
    
15. Aust*
    
16. Verbal32
    
17. Red2111*
    
18. Naeann*
    
19. alannalynn*
    
20. Little Miss*
    
21. PAPASOTE
    

 

*Note: Think that this game will start around the beginning of December. Hopefully we can end the game before New Years.

 

More information will be given at the beginning of the game.

[Toy and Minion]

His name has been stricken from memory.

He was the first to have called me friend.

For this record, I shall call him Dallar Aunoll. Dalar’anol.

 

Scrap of the map used by Dallar Aunoll’s Voyage.. (circa 1241 SR)

Only major Arlantin cities shown.

 

Prologue

A Cup of Ink

 

The King was dead.

 

The claim was natural death. The natural death of a man who had just seen his twenty-ninth Spring. Rumors had already begun that King Tinnarnon V had been murdered. Possibly by an Assassin. Assassin’s had not been used since the Noble War had ended ten years previously. What was worse was that there was no known heir. The King had not married, nor had he had a mistress. Again, not that was known. There had yet to be any claims to the throne. Who would take it? That was a matter for the Council of Ten to debate. They would place one of their own on the throne, or a second Noble War would break out and they would all kill each other.

 

Dallar could only hope. Let Arlantin go without a King. Might do some good. His bitter thought was followed by a gulp of his ink cup. The liquor left a burning trail down his throat.

 

The door to the Crownless Traveler opened and admitted a woman in flowing robes of gold and white. A simple circlet adorned her head, an ornament of three crescents forming an unbalanced circle – more like a clover – hung down to lay on her brow. Dallar snorted. A Saevorite Purveyor. She would learn that her preaching would not be very well received among the residents of Helgate. Luck would be with her if she did not get booted out to the street.

 

The woman looked around the tavern, eyes scanning for something. Then Dallar saw her face and almost cursed. He bent down to dive under his table, but his movement caught her eye. She began making her way through the throng toward him. He waited like that, bent over, thinking if he should just hide under the table anyways. Maybe she’d leave if he refused to come up. No. Knowing her, she’d just join him. Sighing resignedly, he resumed his slumped position over the drink.

 

“Common courtesy demands I ask your permission before seating myself at your table.” Her voice felt like a drum inside his head. He looked up. She smirked. “However, considering our present location, I think we can ignore that.” She sat without further preamble.

 

“I thought our parting made it very clear that I didn’t want anything to do with you.” Dallar snarled, lifting the drink to his mouth again. Her hand latched onto his wrist, halting the drinks ascent. She dipped a finger into the liquid and pulled it out. It looked as if she had dipped her finger into an ink jar; exactly why it was nicknamed “ink cup”.

 

“Challan? You know how dangerous it is.” She chided, releasing him. “It will kill you.”

 

“Thanks for telling me that.” Dallar sneered. “I hadn’t known.” His arm resumed its journey and he took another gulp of flaming liquid. “Now tell me, Anamira,” he slurred, “What brought you to the Helgate? Guilt? Pity? Nostalgia?”

 

Anamira grimaced. “You’ve changed, Dal. You didn’t used to be this deplorable.”

 

“We all change.” Dallar growled. “Every day we make choices, see things, that change who we are. Little by little. We’re never the same person we were yesterday. But then, you should know all about that, shouldn’t you?” He glared at her. “What happened to you?” he demanded.

 

“I found my answers, Dal.” She whispered.

 

“Good for you, Anamira.” His voice grated with mock sincerity. “Now you can tell all us poor lost souls what your answers are. Makes me all warm inside.”

 

Anamira sighed. “I suppose you have the right to act this way.” Then her stance and voice grew firm. “But none of this is why I am here.”

 

“Oh please do tell.” Dal cooed. “But make it brief. The next dancer is due shortly and I wouldn’t want to be distracted.”

 

Rolling her eyes, Anamira pulled out a piece of parchment from the pouch at her side. She handed it to Dallar, who took it grudgingly, glancing at it before dropping it on the table.

 

“That’s it?” he asked.

 

“It?!” Anamira exclaimed. She snatched up the parchment and placed it back in her pouch. “Vidan is dead.”

 

“Yes. Quite a loss.” Dallar said dully. “No one puts up a notice when a farm is attacked by bandits and the entire family murdered. But the death of the King? Much more important.”

 

“Do you feel nothing for his death?” Anamra asked disgustedly.

 

“Let me think about that.” Dallar said, scrunching up his face as if thinking really hard. “Wait, wait, I think I do feel something. No, that’s just the challan.”

 

“You truly are at the bottom, Dal. I wish I didn’t need your help. I wish I could do it on my own.”

 

“Ah,” he drawled smugly, “So we come down to it. You need my help?” he paused, tapping a finger against his unshaven chin, thinking. “I seem to recall a time when I needed your help. And we both know how that ended.” His expression turned grim and a dark shadow seemed to surround him.

 

She shook her head sadly. “Do you have to bring up Sted? It was ten years ago.”

 

“Some memories don’t go away without some encouragement.” He muttered, taking another drink.

 

“I need the Deathseekers, Dallar.” Anamira snapped, jerking Dallar from his gloom.

 

His smirk returned. “Ah. I see.” He said nothing more, but he was listening, and that was all she needed.

 

Sighing deeply, she began her tale.

[hotpocket2006]

I'll sign up, sounds interesting

[Kemian]

Ill join

 

Is it going to be needed to know the source material?

[Thorum]

DSage's game. I'm in.

[amegakure]

i guess ill join to.

[Toy and Minion]

It's my own world, my own story. I'll provide necessary info about Ashvaen through the story.

 

This game will be more involved with the story than usual, but you don't have to follow it if you don't want to.

 

And welcome, my first victims.

[Liathiana]

Sign me up!

[WWWwombat]

I want in.

[Toy and Minion]

Welcome, Lia and Wom.

[Red2111]

i'll give it a go  

[Toy and Minion]

Much obliged, Red

[Hybrid]

I'll play.

 

45 players, eh? Seems a bit ambitious. Good luck.

[Toy and Minion]

And what would the mafia world be like without ambition?

 

Glad to have you, Hybrid.

 

And don't be afraid to tell your friends. Do not be humble, spread the word. Gather me my flock!

[Toy and Minion]

The streets of Helgate were rather empty for a city street, but it had always been the nocturnal district of Ohral. Still, there was enough of the regular riffraff that Menden Atal did not look out of place outside of the Crownless Traveler. It was not his true name, of course. That had been lost long ago. Not his name, but it served its purpose.

 

He had known that she would seek out Dallar Aunoll. It had always been her way to seek out the already broken and heal them, only to break them further. Permanently. But to send the girl... Perfectly cruel. Perfectly her.

 

And the worse part of it was that these children did not know, could not know. They were like blind infants throwing sticks, ignorant of the rules or the stakes of the game. And this was a game where your life was not the worst thing you could lose.

 

He was tempted to rush in there and stop them from carrying out any foolish act they were undoubtedly planning. He had not felt the temptation so strongly since the beginning of this game. He even went so far as to stand. But no, it would not do. The rules were clear. He could not allow her the opportunity his interference would give her. It was hard enough when they were both restricted by the rules.

 

No, these children would have to make their choices themselves. And hopefully they wouldn’t hang themselves. Menden sighed as he returned to his seat. He did not know what she was planning this time, but he would see her plans foiled again.

 

He just had to wait.

 

He was good at waiting.

 

* * * * * * * *

 

“You sure?” Dallar finally asked after she was done. “I mean…Vidan? Our Vidan?”

 

“Like you said, everybody changes.” Anamira said solemnly. “He told me the last time we met, three months ago. He told me that I was the only one he could trust with this information. He didn’t even trust the Church.”

 

“And he told you to trust me?” Dallar couldn’t believe it. Vidan Tinnarnon and Dallar Aunoll had not had a cheerful goodbye.

 

“Yes. Only you.”

 

Dallar couldn’t help it. “How does that sit with a Purveyor like you?” He smirked.

 

“It unsettles me to my core.” She replied sadly.

 

The news had sobered Dallar. He did not like being sober. But he would need to be for the day ahead. “Guess I’d better get the Deathseekers together again. We’re going to need everyone.”

 

“Yes.” Anamira agreed, standing up to leave. Then she stopped, looking at Dallar curiously. “You will help me, then?” She asked, as if just realizing the way the conversation had turned.

 

Dallar only waved a hand in assent.

 

Anamira smiled, resuming a bearing more befitting a woman of her position within the Church of Saevor. “You gather the Deathseekers; I shall barter a ship. If the Three smile upon us, we will be sailing at first light tomorrow.” She stood and left the tavern.

 

Dallar moaned. He would not be seeing Deena dance this morning. Leaving a lent upon the table with his unfinished drink, Dallar exited the tavern as well. He headed for the one place he knew he could find most of the old group, if not all of them. As he walked the slowly illuminating cobbled streets of Helgate, he tried to ignore the sound of bare feet following him.

[mcs0083]

I'll join in too

[Locke]

Heck, why not.

[Toy and Minion]

Welcome aboard, Mcs and Locke.

[aemonkristen]

Put me down as well. It looks like it's going to be in the sign up stage for awhile, so if my situations changes I;ll let you know well in advance.

[Toy and Minion]

Much appreciated, aemon.

[Tynaal Consen]

I'll sign up ^^

[Toy and Minion]

Welcome Tynaal.

[LedZepMan]

Count me in Sagey

[Toy and Minion]

good to see ya again, Led.

[Talya]

Count me then sweetie. though I'll be starting mine around the same time!