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

[Thorum]

Good to see the assassin gone

 

I hate inactivity, Led . It's high time to weed out the highly inactive peoples.

[WWWwombat]

You're one to talk. Anyone get any info?

[Verbal32]

Good to see the assassin gone

 

I hate inactivity, Led . It's high time to weed out the highly inactive peoples.

 

 

You're one to talk. Anyone get any info?

 

Unfortunately, no. However, I wonder about Thorum's use of the word "the" above. The assassin? As in the only one? Based on what Toy has posted in his stories, the assassins look to be yet another group. This post's wording strikes me as weird.

 

Vote: Thorum

[Thorum]

I've been inactive last week, but I said I would be at the beginning of the week. My internet at home is cut till the end of the month, and I'm only at work Monday, Wednesday, Friday.

 

Since when can 'the' not be used in the plural form in English?

[Verbal32]

Totally can, of course. Just something that jumped out at me and struck me as a little weird. I'm also of the belief that due to the preview function of posts, people post exactly what they want to say. As you've made many intelligent and thought out posts in the many games I've played with you, I assume that you post what you want to say, and how you want to say it.

 

All that being said, your post pinged.

[Verbal32]

Not all at once, people. :-/

[Little Miss]

I actually thought the exact same thing as you Verbal, I found that wording to be off a bit too.

[WWWwombat]

It's a weird phrasing but not necessarily scummy imo. Also, the assassins are not done for as Toy has not crossed them out.

[Verbal32]

It's a weird phrasing but not necessarily scummy imo. Also, the assassins are not done for as Toy has not crossed them out.

 

Very true. But I don't have any reliable info to go on right now, so my pressure targets are either Thorum.....or you. For being a thief, that is.

[Locke]

Shucks. Good game guys.

 

Also, great writing DSage.

[WWWwombat]

One thing that is bothering me is that the only night kill was an assassin. What were the assassins doing last night? Maybe they hit a mirror?

[Aust]

I was wondering the same thing actually Wombat. That kill didn't make a lot of sense to me.

 

And Thorum, that is kind of a pot calling the kettle black, as others have mentioned. Even with your internet issues, you and Led both have been the quietest by far.

[mmeeshal]

I agree about how it's kind of silly to be calling out inactives, Thorum.

 

Besides, I'm pretty sure Led has work, though I could be wrong, so he has as much excuse as you for being inactive.

 

However, I'm going to go ahead and vote Verbal. He's guilty.

[Toy and Minion]

Vote Count

 

Led (1): Thorum

Thorum (1): Wombat

Verbal (1): Meesh

 

With 9 Alive it Takes 5 votes to Lynch

 

Deadline is Saturday (Approx. 73 Hours)

[False Dragon]

So much blood...

 

Care to extrapolate, Meesh?

[Toy and Minion]

V

Godpass

 

 

The Burden of Life

The Mercy of Death

 

25 Summer, 1290 SR

 

The man they had known as Vidan Tinnarnon, King Arlantinus VII, was not the man before them. Not any longer. He was a shell, the body the same, but the mind and soul shattered. Driven to insanity by countless tortures endured over the months of his imprisonment.

 

Written on the walls in smeared blood were two words that repeated constantly; overlapping.

 

 

 

But there was a pattern he had scrawled even more frequently.

 

 

Dallar had seen that pattern before, but he could not place it. Anamira had gone quite, turned from the sight of what once was their friend. Dallar could not look away. An overwhelming grief had welled up within him. “Oh, my friend,” He choked out. “What did they do to you?”

 

No answer was forthcoming as Vidan had returned to his furious scribbles.

 

“Is this what you wanted us to find, Vidan? How would you have known this would happen? Oh Three Above…” He rested his head on the bars separating them. Such a fate to befall a man like Vidan was miscarriage of humanity. The scene before him seemed to sap Dallar of all his hope.

 

Suddenly Vidan filled his entire vision. Dallar attempted to back up, but Vidans arms darted through the bars on either side of Dallar’s head. His hands clasped onto Dallars head and held him against the bars. Placing his own head against the bars, Vidan looked again into Dallar’s eyes. “Brother.” He croaked.

 

Dallar stopped struggling at the words, so coarse, so diluted. Vidan retracted one of his arms and jabbed his thumb into Dallars cheek. Crying out in alarm, Dallar wrenched himself away. But Vidan had already got what he wanted; Dallar’s blood. Clutching his hand to the hole in his cheek to stem the flow of blood, he saw that all of Vidan’s finger bones were exposed and bleached red from his own blood. The skin around the bones was raw. Vidan held up his thumb, letting Dallar’s blood drip. “Blood.” He declared in that same croak. He turned back to his wall and drew the three triangle pattern. “Body.” Was a strained whisper.

[mmeeshal]

Verbal and I have a sibling bond, and I know he's guilty. I know that if he dies, I die, but I figure, with how few guilty people we've gotten so far, at least revealing him as guilty might help some--like looking back on his posts and interactions in the game. And if he looks like the best lynch of the day, I am willing to die if it would help the town to kill off another guilty.

 

Though I realized, how many guilties do you suppose were in the game in the first place? I guess there probably aren't that many left, and our numbers are dwindling....

[Verbal32]

Um, how exactly would you know I'm guilty Meesh? I don't know if you are innocent or guilty, so I'm unsure as to how you're getting that for me. We've had sibling/lover roles thus far with multiple townies, so prescedent is set.

 

Which is why I haven't voted you for the same reason, btw.

[WWWwombat]

Interesting. Meesh is quite literally staking her life on this. You're gonna have to do better than "how do you know," Verbal.

[False Dragon]

If this is true, then that would make Meesh innocent. I don't know about you guys, but I'm very reluctant to off another innocent just for Verbal, who may or may not be guilty. It would be putting the nails in our own coffins if they both were innocent.

 

Besides, Toy did say that this wasn't Town vs. Mafia like we know of. I think there is more to this than we might care to try to realize. We still have some time, so I'm going to continue holding off my vote for now.

 

If Verbal turns out to be our only real choice, then I'm game. But I'd rather save Innocents as much as we can.

[dapianoplay3r]

Meesh I understand what your doing and respect it.

VOTE Verbal

 

How many scum are left in play? 3 currently?

[Toy and Minion]

A tremendous roar heralded a quake big enough to knock them all on the ground. Disoriented, Dallar lost all sense of what was happening around him. Shouts, flashes, more quakes. The world was tearing apart. He used the cell bars to support him as he rose to his feet. He looked down the corridor as much as he could. Three pirates were running to the door, weapons drawn. The door, and stone wall holding it, exploded. The pirates were engulfed in dust, splinters, and chunks of stone.

 

The dust settled and a figure stood on the other side of the new opening, cloak billowing, light seeming to shine from his shadowed form. Menden Atal strode purposely into the dungeon. As the torch light hit his face, Dallar saw him once again as the force of power that had joined the Deathseekers in those last days leading up to the end of the war.

 

“Dallar!” Menden shouted, searching.

 

“Over here.” Dallar called, waving a hand through the bars of his cell.

 

“Praise Ado you’re alive.” Menden reached Dallar. “Stand back.” He ordered. Dallar used the bars to make his way to the stone wall. Menden reached out his hands and two threads of glowing green shot up from the ground, wrapping around his open hands. Menden closed those hands on two bars of the door and the entire cell door began to glow green. Giving a tug, he pulled the door off and threw it aside. He made his way down the corridor, doing the same for all the other prisoners.

 

Dallar made his way out and found Anamira who helped support him by draping his arm around her shoulder. Dallar went into Vidan’s cell. Vidan crouched unconcerned, watching Dallar through the dirty bangs of his dark hair. “Vidan, if any part of you is still in there, please forgive me. For abandoning you to your throne, for not mourning you when I thought you dead. For everything.”

 

“Brother.” Vidan croaked, falling silent once more.

 

Something seemed to click into place in his head. And he suddenly understood. Not everything, but he understood what he had to do. “Let me go, Anamira.” He said, not looking away from Vidan. She reluctantly withdrew his arm. He nearly fell over, but managed to maintain his balance on his weak legs. “Give me your belt knife.”

 

“What belt knife?” She said in alarm.

 

“You may be a Purveyor, but you were a Deathseeker.” Dallar quickly esplained. “Now give me your knife.”

 

The sound of rustling cloth and then the knife was pressed into his waiting hand. “What are you going to do with it?”

 

Instead of answering, he shuffled closer to Vidan, holding his arms out. “Please,” he begged, “give me the strength I need.”

 

Without warning, Vidan grabbed Dallars wrists in an iron-tight grip. Anamira cried out in alarm. Vidan and Dallar locked eyes. Then a red mist began to rise from Vidan and seep into Dallar. He began to burn where Vidan gripped him, but he refused to break the connection. It had to be done..

 

He began to feel his strength coming back, his legs no longer wobbled, his stomach became sated, a red haze filled his eyes. But it wasn’t the same as before. He was in control this time.

 

Then the mist was gone and Vidan’s hands released Dallar, falling limply to his sides. Dallar looked pityingly upon his old friend, his brother. Kneeling down, he never broke eye contact with Vidan, even as he plunged the knife into his heart.

 

“Dallar!” Anamira screamed hysterical. “What are you doing?”

 

Dallar blinked away his tears at the smile that had formed on Vidan’s face even as his head drooped to rest limply on his chest. Dallar pulled the knife free and eased Vidan onto his back. Standing up, he turned to Anamira, who looked at him as if he had sprouted wings.

 

“The burden of life.” Menden answered, entering the cell behind Anamira. “The mercy of death.” He gave a nod of understanding to Dallar. “We have to go now.”

[Aust]

Vote Verbal

 

As the others have said, Meesh sounds fairly confident on this. The one nagging question I do have though is why did you wait until today Meesh? You state you knew this information yesterday but you didn't think it would matter to the game then? I'm confused by that.

[WWWwombat]

unvote

 

Vote Verbal

[Toy and Minion]

Vote Count

 

Verbal (4): Meesh Play3r, Aust, Wombat

 

Led (1): Thorum

 

With 9 Alive it Takes 5 votes to Lynch

 

Deadline is Saturday (Approx. 33 Hours)