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

[LedZepMan]

ooooh, where is your sign ups oh sexy OL?

[Toy and Minion]

Yes! Just 31 to go. Smoking.

 

I'd sign up for yours Talya, but I think I'll be swamped with my own game.

[mmeeshal]

Too many reasons to play, not enough to avoid signing up.

 

Count me in!

 

*tacklehuggles all her fun mafia buddies*

[LedZepMan]

oh lord, we are getting a slew of older players..........

 

 

Is Thorum playing?

 

and where the hell is pete

[WWWwombat]

Yay Meesh made it! Pete disappeared :(

[Toy and Minion]

Good call, Meesh.

[Toy and Minion]

It was mere hours after sunrise and Dallar Aunoll was already sober. That was not a good sign. Bad things happened when he was sober. He began to care. That was dangerous. People died when he cared. But worse, when he was sober the memories came out of the dark cell the challan had locked them in.

 

He still did not know exactly why she had requested the Deathseekers, but her plan was dangerous, and he would see her properly protected. He could count on the old gang for that.

 

Helgate was not patrolled by city guards, not clean ones, anyhow. It was as lawless as it could get without taking over the entire city, which would mean taking over all of Arlantin. Why bother when they could keep to themselves right here?

 

A three legged stray dog came out of a side alley. Dallar found himself watching the dog as it went about its day, sparing Dallar not a glance. The dog was in bad shape. His ribs were visible and his fur – what remained of it – was clogged with dirt and twigs. Hold on, old boy. Dallar thought somberly. The worst is yet to come.

 

Soon he found himself in a cleaner section of Helgate. Here the walls were not covered in the black grime that speckled the majority of Helgate, the red sandstone was almost visible.

 

Death Camp. Territory of the Deathseekers. Home sweet home.

 

If Dallar had been a regular footpad, he would not have made his second step into Death Camp without being confronted. As a former Deathseeker, however, he was left to his trek. Dallar almost hoped to be turned away. He did not relish the idea of speaking with Nil.

 

He reached a fork in the street, a large black and white building marking the branch off. He stepped up to the door and knocked. The door opened and allowed him entrance. They would have had word of him already. Nil would be waiting.

 

As he stepped over the threshold he sensed rapid movement and went to duck but the fist connected with his chin and sent him stumbling to the floor. Rolling, he came up in a crouch, fists ready. Nil Sero walked forward and held out his hand. Stifling a growl, Dallar took the hand and allowed Nil to help him to his feet. The two shared a cold glance at each other before Nil smiled and took Dallar into a brotherly hug.

 

“It’s been too long since you traveled these streets. I had begun to think you had finally drunk yourself to death.” It was a jest, but there was an underlying tone that Dallar could not quite detect.

 

“Yes, well I try.” Dallar replied. Nil gave Dallar a curious glance. It had not been a jest.

 

Shaking his head, Nil smiled once more. “Come, come, the others will wish to see you again.”

 

Dallar shrugged and allowed Nil to lead him. Nil Sero was two years younger than Dallar and had been a rank lower when the war had finally ended. The Deathseekers would have been Dallars to lead after Delgrim, but Dallar had left them and Nil had taken charge. At least someone had.

 

“Who reported me?” Dallar queried. “Jaima?”

 

“Esian.” Nil said, winking at Dallar. “He’s been quite taken with you lately. Ever since he heard…” Nil trailed off, looking away.

 

“Surprised he didn’t hear earlier.” Dallar snarled. “Thought everyone knew me as the Deserter of Sted.”

 

“Do not say such things, Dallar.” Nil snapped. “We do not speak ill of our own.”

 

“The name began somewhere, Nil. Who else would have known?”

 

“Perhaps you told the story during one of your drunk nights.”

 

The words cut like daggers and Dallar offered no retort.

 

They entered a room where gathered at least twenty men and women, all drinking and playing sticks. Not all the surviving Deathseekers. But most. The remaining ten would be out on the streets, keeping watch for intruders.

 

“Brothers and sisters, welcome the lost brother back into our arms this day.” Nil announced. There was no cheer, there was no clapping. They simply looked at Dallar. Those eyes seemed to burn through him.

 

“Can we go somewhere private, Nil?” Dallar hastened. “I have something to discuss with you.”

 

Nil looked concerned, but nodded, leading Dallar into a side room. The room was an office. A desk stood between two simple wooden chairs, a portrait of a waterfall hung on the wall opposite the chair Nil took. Dallar noted the two hand axes hanging on the wall behind Nil in a cross formation.

 

Quickly glancing at the shut door, Dallar took the other seat, recalling the plan he had formed on his walk through the streets. Before he could voice his thoughts, Nil pulled out a bottle of red liquid.

 

“Serbin’s finest Blood Wine.” Nil stated smugly. “Cost me a whole ashlon.” He pulled the cork free and poured two glasses. “A toast,” he said, pausing dramatically. “to Naettan Delgrim. He went out like we all wish to; a fire in dead grass.”

 

Dallar bowed his head in respect for the dead founder and leader of the Deathseekers. He did not take the wine, however, and Nil gave a brief look of disappointment before putting the bottle away and facing Dallar. “Now, what can I do for you?” His tone was serious now, with that undertone that Dallar still could not quite place.

 

“I have a job for you.” Dallar said, telling the story that Anamira had told him. Well, most of it, anyway.

[Sir Redust]

Perfect timing. I'm in.

[Toy and Minion]

Welcome to your doom, Redust.

[Toy and Minion]

You think you know mafia? You don't. Guilt and Innocence are no longer solid posts by which to judge your vote. Your worst enemy might just save your life. If they survive. If you do. There are consequences to every death, of every action taken or avoided. But just like real life, those consequences won't be revealed until after the life is taken, after the action is made, the action passed up. By then it's too late. Like a game of sticks, you can't throw again. You live or die.

 

Loyalties will be tested.

 

Blood will be spilled.

 

Survival is not an option.

 

Death is the only true end.

[LedZepMan]

oh wow, killer story line sagey

[dapianoplay3r]

signing up. Sounds fun

[Toy and Minion]

Welcome, dapiaonoplay3r.

[Tiinker]

Siignn meeee

[Toy and Minion]

Welcome aboard, Tiinker.

[Toy and Minion]

Seeing how slow sign up is going, and in the hopes that I will be able to start my game this year, I will cut the required players down to 35. It won't be as bloody, or as fun, and I'll need to make a few alterations, but it will work.

[mmeeshal]

Hope you don't mind, I'm advertising this in my siggy to help get signups going. Not sure how much help it'll be, but I figure it's worth a shot.

[Red2111]

i'm sorry to do this. but given some recent events in a different game i'm gonna have to drop out. time to take a break form Mafia.

 

sorry ...

[Toy and Minion]

That's not a problem, Red. Looks like I'm going to have to bag this game. *sigh*

 

I guess I'll give until after the Holidays, if I can. Verb may just over rule me on that one. What a downer.

[Aust]

Hey sign me up as well please!

[Verbal32]

That's not a problem, Red. Looks like I'm going to have to bag this game. *sigh*

 

I guess I'll give until after the Holidays, if I can. Verb may just over rule me on that one. What a downer.

 

Nah, I added both your and Wes' to the Themed signup listing. You can leave it up as long as you want.

 

And add me to the signups - I'll play.

[Toy and Minion]

Thanks, guys.

 

Looks like I'ma going after Wes anyways. Bah. He's going to totally outstage me. That bugger.

[Red2111]

things are starting to slow down a bit, though until Jan 3rd i'm still not goign to be as active as i was.

 

go ahead and put me back on the signups :)

[Toy and Minion]

I'm thinking of bagging this game and starting up my other game that only needs 20 players. It's a continuation of my Fiddlesticks Chronicles, picks up after Fiddlyn Purge, and by extension, Dirty Cops. Called the Fiddello Crisis.

 

What do you all think? I won't get a game of mine going any time soon, otherwise, methinks. I'll set it up to start after Wes's is done.

[WWWwombat]

Whatever you want. This one looks kickass though =\