[T+M Mafia] Chains of Blood: Crimson Tides - GAME OVER

[Aust]

The following players are scummy poopheads:

 

Tigraine

Locke

Aemon

Led

Meesh

Pianoplay3r

Aust

Verbal

Limi

 

I think my vote got missed in the count - I voted a couple of pages back. :p

[Toy and Minion]

A Majority did not get reached. No one is lynched. There is a penalty that will be paid.

 

It is now Night. Send your NA's ASAP.

 

Also, EVERYONE needs to send me a PM with your Choice.

 

A) I am willing to sacrifice myself

 

B) I am willing to sacrifice another

 

C) I am unwilling to sacrifice

 

This choice cannot be undone or changed. It will effect the rest of the game. In some cases it may decide who lives and who dies.

 

This choice will not effect your alignment, and does not have to match your alignment. But it must be made.

 

There is no set deadline for this Night, to give everyone a chance to send in their Choice.

[dapianoplay3r]

thats a hard choice...

[Tigraine]

The following players are scummy poopheads:

 

Tigraine

Locke

Aemon

Led

Meesh

Pianoplay3r

Aust

Verbal

Limi

 

Did you really just call me a poophead?

[WWWwombat]

:P

[Tigraine]

lol, my 4 year old would be appalled!

[aemonkristen]

I can't believe I missed the deadline. I was busy playing video games with my son all day and didn't even come online until right now. Sorry.

[WWWwombat]

Playing video games and having family time? I woulda done the same.

[Toy and Minion]

Some clarification on the Choice:

 

Being willing to sacrifice yourself does not mean you are going to die.

 

Being willing ot sacrifice another does not mean you will kill someone.

 

Being Unwilling to sacrifice does not mean you won't die.

[Verbal32]

Well, I wasn't here to vote or not vote for Song however, that was Day 1 and I'm a little suspicious of everyone that KEEPS BRINGING IT UP! We haven't been able to move on and move past it because there are those that don't wanna talk about anything else. It seems like there might be a few attempts at distraction.

 

^ This.

 

And doh! on the deadline. I was busy yesterday afternoon with all my changes to the board that I completely missed checking this before I went home.

[Tigraine]

Are you agreeing with me Verbal? I just wanna clarify because it's not that often that someone does!

[Toy and Minion]

Sorry, forgot to mention that NA's can only effect those within the same group as you.

 

With Dallar

 

1. Tigraine

2. Limi

3. Alanna

4. Wombat

5. Player

 

On the Ship

 

1. False Dragon

2. Thorum

3. Locke

4. Aemon

5. Led

6. Talya

7. Meesh

8. Aust

9. Verbal

 

Tigrain is also protected from ANY Night Action.

[Toy and Minion]

They began their decent into the bowels of the mountain. A few had remained behind, avoiding eye contact, regret and shame unshared. The group came to an underground cliff, the drop more than anyone could bear. An old rope waited for them, tied off to a large stalagmite. There was no other way down, and no one was going to turn back. They shimmied down the rope one at a time, not trusting too much weight at once. When they all reached the bottom safely, they found themselves in total darkness; the light of the Unfallen Moon hidden from them. Menden created a ball of flame above his head with one of those glowing red threads that snaked up out of the ground, illuminating their way.

 

“I thought only Shapers could manipulate the Forces.” Dallar mused. “But you’re a Weaver, only affecting the Threads.”

 

Menden turned his head back to give Dallar a smile. “Wondered when you were going to notice. I’ve only used the Forces three times in your presence.”

 

Dallar grunted sourly. “I’ve had a lot on my mind. How far do we have?”

 

“Not far.”

 

Silence resumed as they picked their way through the underground tunnels that lead ever downward, the ball of fire ahead their only source of light. Soon they found themselves in a large cavern. A small hut sat near an underground stream. On the other side of that stream sat an old bald woman with a cloth tied around her head, hiding her eyes. She sat in a makeshift chair, eating raw fish.

 

“Been a long time since Adirsone the Blind has seen visitors.” She cackled wildly at her own joke.

 

The Seer stood up and hopped easily over the stream. “Blind I am, but See I do.” She chortled. She skipped up to Dallar, who backed away a step as if she might bite him and infect him with whatever she had. The Seer only cackled wildly again.

 

“We are not here to liberate you from your loneliness.” Menden snapped, drawing the blind womans head toward him. “We are here for the Sight.”

 

She clicked her tongue as if disappointed. “You haven’t changed a bit since I was knee-high to you. How’s life?” She erupted into a fit of mad laughter. Dallar could not help but question Menden’s sense of direction. Still, the insane diatribe seemed to have had an effect on Menden, who only closed his eyes as if to block out her words.

 

Adirsone the Blind turned back to Dallar. “Are you willing to pay the Price?” She asked, smiling secretively.

 

“Yes,” Dallar replied without hesitation. He could be the sacrifice, he should be. Maybe death would keep the shadows at bay.

 

The Seer nodded knowingly. “Undoubtedly. But you are not the Price. You have much more yet to do.” Suddenly ignoring Dallar, she went up to Sacar Tsilnar. “And you? Are you willing to pay the Price?”

 

Sacar frowned at her daringly. “If you’re a Seer, surely you know the answer already.”

 

Adirsone the Blind cackled again before replying. “Yes, indeed. But you must say it aloud, let them all know. The rules must be adhered to.”

 

Sacar shrugged unconcernedly. “I am willing to be the sacrifice, if needed.”

 

“Good.” The Seer clapped her hands happily. “Because you are the Payment.”

 

“No!” Dallar yelled. “It’s supposed to be me. It has to be me!”

 

The Seer turned to Dallar. “That which you fear most to happen, will happen.” She said cryptically. The words had their effect. Dallar seemed to slump under the weight of her words.

 

Adirsone the Blind and Sacar Tsilnar ignored Dallar. “I am ready.” Sacar said.

 

“Yes you are, but not yet.” The Seer said, smiling. “First the information you desire.” She plucked off the cloth hiding her eyes. Those eyes were gone, leaving empty sockets behind. The sockets began to glow with a faith blue light as the Sight overtook her. It was finished as soon as it began, and she retied the cloth in place.

 

“What you seek will be found in the Land of Ash.” She said simply, rubbing her hands as if ridding herself of some dirt.

 

“Where in the Land of Ash?” Menden pressed.

 

She held up a finger. “You know how this works, Menden. Too much revealed leads to too little action. All else that needs to be known will be realized in time.”

 

Menden opened his mouth to protest but closed it and shook his head, knowing better.

 

“Now,” Adirsone the Blind turned back to Sacar. “The Price.”

 

“The Price.” Sacar repeated in permission.

 

“The first time is always the worst.” She said sadly before plunging her thumbs into Sacars eyes and pulling them out. Blood sprayed out of the empty eye sockets and Sacar screamed in pain and terror. Soon he had taken on a light blue glow and his screaming stopped with the blood. He stayed still, hunched over at Adirsone the Blind’s feet for a long moment as the rest of the group struggled to overcome their instant reaction of drawing weapons.

 

The glow began to grow brighter, then lighter, brighter, lighter, ebbing back and forth with the beat of the heart. Then it was gone and Sacar gasped, sitting up and arching his back, looking up at the ceiling. Adirsone the Blind placed a hand on Sacars forehead as red tears flowed slowly out of the eyeless sockets.

 

“You are now Arsac the Weeping.” She proclaimed.

 

Sacar – Arsac the Weeping, struggled to his feet, head darting around, a look of pain, unbelief, and…deep sadness. He turned and ran down a side passage and out of sight. Adirsone the Blind held up a hand to stop them from going after him. “He must be left alone for now. The first Seeing is always the worst,” She pulled off the eyes still stuck to her thumbs and plopped them in a pocket of her robe. “For more than the obvious reasons.”

 

“What did he see?” Dallar demanded.

 

Adirsone the Blind shrugged. “It was his Sight, not mine.” She turned away and hopped back over the stream, sitting herself back down in her chair. “Now, you have the information you sought. The Price has been paid. If you wish to make it back to your ship before morning, you’d best leave now.”

 

Menden nodded his thanks and began leading the group back the way they had come. Dallar remained, glancing down the tunnel that the Deathseeker had fled. A loud cackle from the Seer drew him back to the present and he sped off after the others.

 

“You still hope to run away, but you do not know what you are running to.” The Seer whispered. “Destiny catches up to us all.”

[WWWwombat]

That's a ripoff. Odin only had to give up one eye.

[Verbal32]

@ Womby: LMFAO

 

Are you agreeing with me Verbal? I just wanna clarify because it's not that often that someone does!

 

Yes, I was agreeing with you.

[Talya]

For information. I have no idea if I'm going to be around from Thursday night onwards for a week. I'm off on holiday and I do not know if there will be internet access or not. I will not be taking my laptop so it will be reling on a computer at the resort I'm staying in. If there is I will make it on, but I will not be able to come on whenever, so it maybe limited or not at all. I have no way to let you know whether I can't get on. If you don't hear from me by the end of the weekend then take it as I can't.

 

I don't know if I will be alive in the morning, and if you feel the need to get rid of me then fair enough!

 

Sorry about this, I hate inactivity, but I thought this would be done with by now.

 

I will be around for a bit longer though...

[Tigraine]

Yeah, I bet you're real sorry...going on vacation! I wanna lynch you just for that

[alannalynn]

Yeah, I bet you're real sorry...going on vacation! I wanna lynch you just for that

Agreed, heheh. ^.^

[Talya]

I'm totally gutted and I promise not to enjoy myself, when I'm lounging by the pool, cocktail in hand......honest...>.>

[Tigraine]

[Toy and Minion]

They began their ascent up the rope, leaving Sacar Tsilnar to whatever fate he had chosen by accepting the Price. Once again, the traveled up the rope one at a time. Menden, Anamira, Dallar, Mirassa, Sorine, Senaldor, Slafen Codoc, Dwalden Aute. Soon it was just Orad Eonari at the bottom. He began his ascent, and Dallar turned to Menden Atal.

 

“Is that always the Price?”

 

Menden shook his head. “No. Adirsone is apparently nearing her end, so she chose her successor.” He gave Dallar a small smile. “You seemed very concerned for someone who sees no purpose to anything.”

 

Dallar rolled his eyes. “Sacar made his choice, and now he’ll live or die by it. I had only foolishly hoped for the end I cannot have.’

 

Menden was about to reply, when a snap echoed followed by a shrill cry of alarm. Then silence. They peered over the edge of the cliff and saw the vague shape of Orad Eonari. Dallar pulled up the rope to see it had snapped mere feet from the safety of the ledge. Orad had not been a Deathseeker, just another adventurer. His death had been pointless and easily avoidable. Just one more reason for Dallar to get it all over with.

 

Dallar turned and made his way up and out of the cave, not needing Menden’s fire, as the glow of the Unfallen Moon was bright enough. The others all stared at him with shock. One of their number had had his eyes plucked out, and another had fallen to his death, and Dallar shrugged it all off like a it had amounted to a fly buzz.

 

“He is not the man he once was.” Mirassa Ies concluded solemnly before following. The others did the same. When they reached the top, they found that not as much time had passed as they had thought. A few hours at the most. They also found Dallar beginning the descent down the mountain side, and Isaer Tsilnar kneeling with his head in his hands, rocking back and forth slowly as if in denial of what he had been told.

 

After helping Isaer to his feet, the rest followed Dallar. No, they did not follow him, for he did not lead. He was only in the front of the column, not the head of it.

 

* * * * * * * *

 

Useanifer, Alfa of the Asteri that were not crewing the t’Grasea’avinifer, made his way back to his room. He had been speaking with the Alfa of the Ship, Cleagolifer. They had…spoken of the relations between the two Packs. Two Alfas in one place was never a good thing. And though Cleagolifer was twice Useanifer’s size, the two had stood ear to ear in the exchange.

 

They had come to an agreement. The two Packs would remain disconnected. The Alfas had their own Packs, and would not interfere with the others. It would be easy enough to uphold. Useanifer’s Pack was much smaller than that of Cleagolifer’s. It would be up to the two Alfas to maintain the Retraction. Easier growled than dug in with claws.

 

When he entered his rooms, he found his meal already prepared, steam still leaving the plate in waves. Bearing his teeth in what might have been a smile, he hunched down to the plate and began tearing into the fowl and fish. There was even a hardshell of some kind. As he gulped the last of it down, he began to feel very tired. More than was natural, he knew. Asteri could remain awake for days and nights at a time.

 

Too late, the Asterit realized what was wrong. He struggled to howl for help, even as the poison began its work.

 

* * * * * * * *

 

The man with the Stone of Lies would complete his task this night. He would not disappoint his master again. He approached the door to Linedor Tinaf, a simple adventurer, if his appearance and actions were any indication. A fool who had to be forced to see the truth of the lies.

 

He kicked open the door, sword drawn in case of a struggle. Three daggers thudded against the wall beside him. Ducking out into the darkness, he cursed his luck. He clutched the Stone of Lies in his other fist. He would show this fool the lies, or he would kill him. There could be no more failures.

 

He peered in the room quickly and found it empty. He struggled to his feet and inside, searching every shadow for his target. Linedor Tinaf was nowhere to be seen. But he had seen the fool throw those knives. It had happened fast, true, but his trained eyes had still picked the man out in the middle of the room.

 

Where had he gone?

 

* * * * * * * *

 

Sorine Cucil watched the wincing boy trudge in their wake. He had not gone down into the cave. Sorine went to him. As an Adherent of Saevor, it was her duty to console those in need.

 

After speaking with the boy, the son of low Lord Asondar, for a moment, she realized he was hiding the truth from her. He was too evasive, too general in his comments. When asked about his constant wincing, he claimed to not know what she was talking about, his eyes were normal, and he could see just fine.

 

“If every you wish to begin telling the truth, I am ready to listen and pass no judgment. Judgment is reserved for Saevor and the Three Gods.” He nodded thoughtfully as she left him.

 

Three of All, she wanted Teral.

 

* * * * * * * *

 

Anamira kept an eye on Dallar as they made their way to the ferry, crossed the Foaming Rapids, and rode through the wilderness before entering Alir once again. She watched him as if she could pry his thoughts out his clenched jaws. What had the woman meant that Dallar had much more to do? She was worried for him. In his constant stupor, he could not be trusted with any kind of responsibilities.

 

Menden approached her, talking out of the side of his mouth. “Dallar is not a complicated man.”

 

“What?” She begged to differ.

 

“He is lost. Since Sted he has been lost. You know what happened?”

 

She turned her head away as if his words were an accusation. “Of course I know what happened. He went into Sten undermanned and uninformed. He lost every soldier he went in with. He was the only survivor. Others claim that he had to have deserted his force to their fate in order to escape alive. It was a tragedy.”

 

Menden nodded. “But do you know what happened to him?” She looked at him in renewed interest. “Dallar is like a shadow that has lost the body it was once attached to. That body died in Sted with the rest of those Deathseekers. The shadow was severed and now roams the land, ever searching for that which it can never find.”

 

Her eyes widened and she looked back at Dallar as if to see that he was indeed a shadow and not a person.

 

Menden chuckled softly. “A simple analogy. The lost shadow is underneath the skin, and so not easily found.”

 

Anamira nodded in understanding. Understanding of what Menden was saying, if not that it quite fit Dallar Aunoll. “There has to be something more, Menden. Dallar was a soldier. Those were his soldiers. Soldiers died in war. It had to be accepted. Dallar would not have turned into…” she gestured at the brooding man they spoke of, “This…simply by losing an entire force of soldiers.”

 

“If you want to know, ask him.”

 

“I’ve tried that.”

 

“Next time, try listening.” Menden offered before departing from her as they neared the gangplank of their ship.

 

Anamira did not have much time to contemplate those words before they reached the deck and were greeted by Alfa Cleagolifer. The news was not good. Dallar seemed to slump under the news of yet another death aboard the ship.

 

This matter would have to be cleared up before they reached the Land of Ash.

 

_______________________

 

(Talya) Useanifer, Alfa of the Asteri Pack has been Killed

 

{Tigraine) Sacar Tsilnar, Sheild of the Deathseekers has Paid the Price.

 

Quick FYI: Tigraine is essentially dead, as she is now out of the game.

[Tigraine]

Ummm....Bah!

[WWWwombat]

What are you up to, Aemon?

[Toy and Minion]

Oh, and it is now Day 4.

 

With 12 Alive it takes 7 to Lynch.

[Toy and Minion]

And no, Orad Eonari was not a Player. You aren't the only ones on this voyage. >.>