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

[WWWwombat]

Verbal has admitted to being an assassin and being transformed by the Stone of Lies. The same stone that Aemon was unwilling to admit that he was using. The odds Verbal is innocent are next to nothing, especially since the Liars are a guilty cult. Also, Verbal is lying about never having seen an innocent cult before. The Revanchist cult was innocent in Lanth's KotOR game on MJ. Lynch him.

[Little Miss]

I am already voted on him.

[Verbal32]

I am not going by Townie vs Scum, that doesn't apply in this game, because everything doesn't flow that way. If you look at the OP deaths aren't listed as Mafia, or Townie, it's by group, and by innocent or guilty.

 

I am Innocent, feel free to read through my actions in the story and see if there was once a single hint, glimer, or thought of anything there. I go based a lot on that when I look at people to be honest.

 

However, what you said makes sense. It sounds detailed enough to make sense.

 

The only thing is, I AM the cult leader meaning I am not sure I BUY the fact that there was/is a second Cult. I know that in this game previous roles or commitments DO NOT CHANGE. Just because I recruited some one, doesn't mean they are in the clear.

 

I agree with your post completely. For you to claim cult and innocent is too outrageous to be a lie, as I'm hoping you see with me admitting to being an assassin.

 

Ask yourself this: why bother claiming assassin? Wouldn't it be easier to just claim somebody else? I'm the assassin mentioned on Night 1 - that NK was mine. I'm revealing as somebody who started the game as scum. Why on earth would I do that if it wasn't true? And furthermore, I'm claiming that the stone Wombat hit me with has sparked a transformation....which was called out on thread. Each day/night, my alignment has been swinging from guilty to innocent (I've gone from scum to town). Why not just claim something much more simple to explain?

 

 

Sounds like BS to me. Why would the Stone of Lies make you innocent? I think FD is lying about his cult and that the stone made you a Liar.

 

Huh? I was an assassin - how would the stone make me a liar? I'm pretty sure I already was one, lol. If it sounds like BS to you, it sounds pretty much the same to me.

 

 

Verbal has admitted to being an assassin and being transformed by the Stone of Lies. The same stone that Aemon was unwilling to admit that he was using. The odds Verbal is innocent are next to nothing, especially since the Liars are a guilty cult. Also, Verbal is lying about never having seen an innocent cult before. The Revanchist cult was innocent in Lanth's KotOR game on MJ. Lynch him.

 

You mean that game where I was NKed on night 1 by Hybrid? Yeah, really got to see a lot of that game....the thing stalled out for weeks before limping to the finish line. Go check - I'm telling the truth. You're gonna sit there and tell me innocent cults are common? Uncommon? How about rare? Damn rare. As it hardly ever.

 

I like how you're really pushing for this, though. Even looking on other sites for case material. Love it.

[Verbal32]

Btw, to clarify: my alignment can change like Dallar (as I mentioned before). This makes me quasi-neutral, but I started in the "red", so to speak. The transformation has sent me into the "green".

 

Like the innocents, I need Dallar to make the good decisions. Lynching me a few days ago would have been one of those good decisions. This is not the case anymore.

[WWWwombat]

Huh? I was an assassin - how would the stone make me a liar? I'm pretty sure I already was one, lol. If it sounds like BS to you, it sounds pretty much the same to me.

 

A Liar as in a member of Aemon's cult.

[dapianoplay3r]

well if you dont want to kill verbal, lynch me. that will work too but with worse odds IMO.

I wanna hear from Meesh before i change to myself

[Toy and Minion]

Sorry Everyone for my absence the last two days. I really tried to get on, but circumstances prevented it.

 

Deadline still stood, and Limi's was the final accepted vote.

 

You still missed the lynch, but I'm going to waive the penalty due to my own absence.

 

We'll go into Night, which will end Thursday around the same time as usual. Sorry for the unclear deadlines, work is rather unpredictable with hours right now.

 

I'll get some scenes up tonight.

 

Just know that it now NIGHT. NA's ASAP.

 

WARNING: Some NA's will not work this Night, and you won't know which until Post Game.

[False Dragon]

Why are you twisting my words, Limi? I was not recruited. If I didn't make that clear on the QT, then I'm sorry.

 

And this actually makes a kind of sense. If Wombat stole Aemons role while he tried to recruit Verbal, then what might have happened?

[False Dragon]

Why me more than Aust or Wombat?

 

And go easy on the certain innocents...

 

You know what they say, you never really get over your first suspect.

 

Why go easy? I'm 90% certain the five of us are Innocent. At the least, 4 of us 5 are Innocent.

[False Dragon]

One last thing, Verbal, are you Minua Oramel?

[Verbal32]

Huh? I was an assassin - how would the stone make me a liar? I'm pretty sure I already was one, lol. If it sounds like BS to you, it sounds pretty much the same to me.

 

A Liar as in a member of Aemon's cult.

 

That's what your suggesting? Jeez - just come out and say it. And the answer is nope.

 

 

Why are you twisting my words, Limi? I was not recruited. If I didn't make that clear on the QT, then I'm sorry.

 

And this actually makes a kind of sense. If Wombat stole Aemons role while he tried to recruit Verbal, then what might have happened?

 

If somebody tried to recruit me, it failed as I have not received anything from Toy.

 

 

One last thing, Verbal, are you Minua Oramel?

 

Yes.

[False Dragon]

Letting out a silent breath, he studied the medallion in the sliver of light from the cracked door. Could have been a simple heirloom. Those were good finds. People would pay quite a fair price to retrieve an heirloom. Turning, the thief almost ran into another figure. Their eyes met and the thief threw the medallion at the persons face; light from the room caught the medallion and cast a green light upon them.

The thief did not wait to see the face before turning and running back to his rooms. He looked into his hand and saw the medallions chain remained clenched in it, but the chain was broken and the emerald medallion missing. He stuffed the broken chain under his pillow and threw himself upon his bed. That was quite enough for one night.

 

<CLIP>

 

Minua returned to her room more than a little shaken. Her duty had been done. It had all gone unheeded until she had run into that runt. She held a gloved hand to her head. The blood had stopped, but the pain still throbbed. That green light had done something to her. She felt different. She felt…unclean. As if all the deeds she had done had become a pit of dung she was now forced to wade through. She looked into her reflection in the wall mirror. “What is happening to me?”

 

The Transformatin Notice was posted directly after this scene.

 

Hardly sounds like the awakening of a Liar to me, not that we've had a depiction of that since Aemon failed every time.

 

I'm even more inclined to believe Verbal.

[WWWwombat]

So what is an Orashkin then? Aemon was one. Verbal is one. And there's one more.

[mmeeshal]

I don't know what an Orashkar is, I just know I'm one of them.

 

And I suppose it's possible Verbal was changed from guilty to innocent. I had forgotten about that transformation scene, but since I figured out Minua was my little sister when Toy mentioned her briefly in a more recent scene, and the transformation scene uses her name.... I'm willing to give Verbal the benefit of the doubt, the story certainly gives strong reasons for me to do so.

 

I have no idea who to go after, personally, then. I am now moved out of my parents' house and I have very limited internet access so I have almost no time to check the game anymore.

 

I guess we'll see what happens come Day.

[Toy and Minion]

Orashkin are natives of Orash-Kar, rather than Arlantin. They generally stand at a foot or two higher than the average Arlantin, are dark skinned, prefer the spear in battle, and are considered savage compared to the civilized Arlantin.

 

I'll put up a glossary at the end of the game, if you want.

[Toy and Minion]

Anamira Cirindol found Dallar leaning against the port rail of the third deck. The few Asteri remaining rushed to manage a ship that required at least twice their number. Even Alfa Acrasifer had to do his part in all tasks. The humans helped as they could, but most found themselves more a detriment than an aid, while others were quickly outworked by the speedy Asteri.

 

“Look at them,” Dallar said, without looking at her as she approached. “Even when faced with such a task, with so little hope, they deny such assumptions and work as a team to accomplish what one thought impossible.” She offered no reply. “We were like that. During the war, the Deathseekers were like that. And now they are all gone.”

 

“Not all.” She whispered.

 

Dallar coughed a laugh. “Of course, Nil Sero and his gang. Are they still Deathseekers? Holed up in Ohral, keeping the outside world outside. That is not what we were. We were IN the world. Even as the Nobles deigned to trample the people of their own land, we stood in their path and defended those that could not be defended.”

 

This made Anamira feel very uncomfortable, so she changed the subject. “Is that the letter Vidan gave you?” She nodded at the paper in his hand.

 

Dallar looked down at it and smiled. “I had forgotten all about it. This could have saved so much time, Anamira. We could have avoided Alir, possibly avoided the pirates. So many lives could have been saved.” He reminded Anamira of a bloodhound that had lost its master, refusing to eat, refusing to move. Its unconscious bodily functions alone keeping it alive.

 

“What does it say?”

 

Instead of answering, he showed her.

 

 

Anamira blinked an read it again, just to be sure she had read it right. “I did not think Vidan had taken up drinking until I read this.” She concluded, handing it back to Dallar, befuddled.

 

Dallar chuckled. “It’s code. The date is the key. The code is ‘Brother’.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“I know Vidan. We grew up together. We used to give each other notes like this in the orphanage so that if the Mistress got hold of them, she would not know what we were saying. We still got beat for passing letters, but we kept our secrets.”

 

“Do you know what the message is?” Anamira quirked an eyebrow skeptically.

 

“It’s a location. The location. Our destination.” Turning the letter over, he wrote it out for her.

 

22, Winter 0119

 

W I N T E R – 5 letters

 

2 2 5 0 1 1 9

 

B R O T H E R

 

0 1 1 2 2 5 9

 

T H E R B O R

 

She studied the paper and then Dallar. “Can we trust that he knew?”

 

“Do we have anything else to go on?”

 

“Therbor in the Land of Ash.” Anamira sighed. “It fits, I suppose.” Then she remembered the rest of the letter. “What does the rest mean? Truth, Hope, Trust. That’s the three of us. Truth was Vidan, Hope was me, and Trust was you.”

 

Dallar frowned, looking at the letter again. “I’m not sure. It may just be a farewell to us. Sounds like he knew he was going to die, and is telling us to let go.”

 

“And what is that symbol next to his name?” She asked, “I remember seeing it scrawled on the wall of his cell.”

 

Dallar sighed. “It’s the proof.”

 

“What proof?”

 

“The proof of our lineage.”

 

Anamira let that sink in, but it didn’t make sense. “What lineage?”

 

Dallar looked at her. “We were brothers.”

 

“I know. You two grew up together, you had a bond.”

 

Dallar shook his head. “We were real brothers. By blood.” Anamira backed away as if he had slapped her. He continued. “I knew I saw that symbol of the three triangles before, but I couldn’t place it. Then when Vidan called me brother before I killed him,” He stumbled at that, rubbing his face before continuing. “Then it hit me. I remember being taken to the orphanage by my father. I don’t remember his face, but I remember his ring. On it was the three triangles in that pattern.” He paused. “The symbol for House Tinnarnon.”

 

Anamira tried to wrap her mind around it all, but he kept talking before she could get a foothold. “Vidan must have known not much longer after becoming King. He would have read up on the history of Tinnarnon. It would have been easy enough to piece it together.”

 

“How?” Anamria interrupted. “How could he have found out you were brothers?”

 

Dallar looked surprised. “Our eyes.” He said simply.

 

“What?”

 

“We share the crimson eyes. How rare do you suppose that is?”

 

“Fairly rare, I suppose.”

 

“Try blood rare. The red eyes are passed on from parent to child.” Dallar grabbed her by the shoulders. “In all of Arlantin, there is only one line that is recorded to have red eyes.”

 

“Tinnarnon.” She whispered. “Dallar, you know what this means?” She became excited.

 

He released her. A sad look on his face. “I know.”

 

“You’re the-” She tried, but Dallar interrupted.

 

“I know!” He turned from her, resting his head in his hands, supported by his elbows on the railing.

 

“You’re the heir.” She finished. Dallar didn’t reply. “You’re the King of Arlantin.”

 

“No I’m not.” Dallar groaned. “I am a soldier, not a King. My place is on a battlefield, sword in hand, not in a stuffy chamber with a crown on my head.”

 

“We all make sacrifices of ourselves for the good of the world.”

 

“It would be a sacrifice of the world and the people for me to sit on the throne. It’s better left in the hands of the Nobles.” Anamira was shocked at that, coming from Dallar. “I hate them for the Noble War, but that is their place. Not mine.”

 

“But-”

 

“We’re done talking about me being the King!” Dallar barked. “It won’t happen, and that is the end of it.” Dallar turned from her and she knew he would go to his rooms, knowing the challan was not there, but hoping to find one last bottle.

[dapianoplay3r]

If you guys are innocent now then why didnt you give us the names of your team members as soon as you were "converted"?

I still dont get that

[False Dragon]

If I had not been guilty, I would think you are, Play3r. Really? And give the assassins one more target? You seem to forget, we don't have any Healers anymore. As far as I know.

[dapianoplay3r]

Didnt you get turned early? So then we would have still had healers and stuff

[False Dragon]

No I was recruted last Night.

[Verbal32]

If you guys are innocent now then why didnt you give us the names of your team members as soon as you were "converted"?

I still dont get that

 

You must have missed it where I said that I knew Locke was scum, but the only other piece I knew was that Meesh is my sibling.

[Toy and Minion]

Dallar did not go to his room searching for challan that would not be there. He wanted to, but he did not. Instead he made his way to the room of Menden Atal. The Ravager was still deep in sleep. Dallar took a seat by the bed. “How do you do it, Menden? How do you live such a normal life, with the power you can wield? How do you what the right choice is?” Dallar knew no answer was forthcoming, and half of him was glad. He did not know if he wanted the answer.

 

Answers. It had been for answers that this had all begun. So many had died for what? For Dallar to find out about his blood and proclaim himself King? No, he would not accept that. There was more. Something far more worth the lives sacrificed. There had to be.

 

The door opened and Sorine walked in. Dallar smiled at her. “Sorry.” He said.

 

“For what?” She asked, confused.

 

“For sending you for food so that I could escape the sickbed.”

 

She smiled. “Oh.”

 

That left an uncomfortable silence between them. Dallar coughed and turned back to Menden. “How long have you been watching him?”

 

“Not long.” She said, bringing a bowl of water over and handing it to Dallar. She grabbed the rag and wrung it out before placing it on Menden’s forehead. Dallar watched her, studied her movements. She was gentle and calming. She seemed to emit an aura of ease. He could see what Anamira had seen in her. It made him want to trust her.

 

“I noticed you and Teral spending a lot of time together,” he started casually, gauging her reaction.

 

She froze, then sighed and continued seeing to Menden. “We’re that furtive, are we?” Her sardonic tone made Dallar laugh. “What of it?” She demanded without looking at him.

 

“How did that happen?”

 

She gave him a wry glance. “If you must know, he saved my life. Then it just sort of…happened.”

 

“And have you returned the favor, yet?”

 

She looked at him silently for a moment. “I like to think I have.”

 

“How?”

 

Sorine looked around and bit her lip. He could tell she had been wanting to talk to somebody about it for a while. “Lately, he’s been acting the way he was before.”

 

It was not what Dallar was expecting. “What do you mean?” His curiosity enhanced.

 

“He had a shadow in his eyes.” She trembled. “It scared me. But at night he had a spasm attack, and then he said it was gone.”

 

“What?” Dallar demanded, standing up. “What was gone?”

 

“I don’t know.” Sorine said, eyes wide. “But he was better after that, no shadow. He seemed to be almost a different person.” She took a breath. “But then just recently the shadow had returned, and now he’s back to who he was. He’s distant, cold, and, and....” She broke off, placing her face in her hands.

 

Dallar wrapped her into a hug. “I don’t know what he’s going through, Sorine, but stay with him. You got him through it before, don’t give up on him now.” He unwrapped his hands and placed them on her shoulders, separating them. “Save him.”

 

She nodded. “Thank you.”

 

He smiled. “Don’t mention it. Now go to him.” She turned to leave. “Oh, one more thing.” She turned back to him. He smirked. “Doesn’t the Church frown upon relationships?” Her eyes went wide again. “Good for you.” She seemed puzzled, but left.

 

“So sure that you are one to be giving advice on relationships?”

 

Dallar turned to see Menden Atal sitting up. Chuckling, Dallar retook his chair. “So sure that you are? I haven’t seen you with a woman since…ever.”

 

Menden did not smile. “I know more about women, love and betrayal than you ever will.” Dallar was taken aback. Those words had struck a chord deep within the Ravagers buried past. “We need to talk.”

 

“About what?”

 

“About you. Your duty.”

 

Dallar grimaced. Of course Menden knew about his tie to the throne. “I’m not going to be the King, Menden.”

 

“I agree.” Menden said, surprising Dallar. “Yours is a different, far more important path, Dallar. The fate of the entire world rests on your shoulders.” Dallar burst out laughing. Menden waited for him to stop. “This is no joke, Dallar. You are far more important than you realize. Yours is a task of blood. Carrying out the task your ancestors set for you, setting up the path for your descendants.”

 

“My descendants? Menden, if you haven’t noticed, there’s not a litter of little Dallars running around. Unless Vidan had kids, but then they wouldn’t be my descendants.”

 

“He didn’t. But you can’t worry about that now.” Menden rushed. “You have to make a choice, Dallar. A choice only you will be able to make. I wish I could take up this burden, but there are forces beyond even me, that only the bonds of blood can defeat.”

 

“So, I’ll leave it to one of my descendants you say I have.” Dallar deflected.

 

Menden shook his head. “The time is now, Dallar. And you are the last of the line that can perform this task.”

 

Dallar leaned back, sighing. “The fate of the world, you say?”

 

Menden glared. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

 

“I’m trying,” Dallar said, throwing up his hands. “But you have to admit, this is a bit dramatic, even for you.” Suddenly Dallar was thrown against the wall, Menden’s hand closed around his throat, holding him against the wall a foot above the floor.

 

“I know why you’re acting this way.” Menden fumed. “You just found out that your brother was the King, who you were forced to kill to save him from that infernal pit. You know that ties you to the throne of Arlantin. It’s a lot of information dumped on you at once. Not to mention your recent coming to terms with leadership again. I doubt your withdrawal from lack of challan is helping.” Menden bared his teeth. “But the people working against us, they don’t care about any of that. The world doesn’t care. You don’t have time to come around with your usual disjointedness. You have to wake up. Now!” The last word was a shout and Menden released Dallar, who fell to the ground choking in air.

 

Dallar glared up at Menden, who was shaking. “Get yourself prepared.” The Ravager ordered. “Vidan's funeral is at sunpast. Also, we have a temple to find, and there’s only one way to it in enough time.” Menden walked to the door, turning back to Dallar. “We have to travel the Godpass.” The door opened and shut, leaving Dallar alone once again.

[Toy and Minion]

The flames threatened to burn his face as Dallar peered into his brothers face as it was engulfed on the pyre. They did not need to worry about the ship catching fire, as the wood the Asteri used for it could not burn. Another time Dallar would contemplate the insignificant idea that the wood was then not wood if it could not burn.

 

Menden said the Plea. The words were hollow to Dallar. Ash, Winds, Tides, Land. They were like Menden said, uncaring. What good was the Plea, then? Was there someone out there, were the Gods listening, debating whether or not to accept? Did it matter?

 

Dallar went to Anamira. “I recently gave some relationship advice to someone.” He said.

 

“Oh really?” Anamira said surprised. “You giving advice on relationships? That I would like to hear.”

 

Dallar did not take to her baiting. “I’ve decided to take my own advice.”

 

“What are you-“ She was forced to stop talking as her lips were otherwise engaged.

 

Dallar broke the kiss. “I’m tired of this ceaseless dance, Anamira.”

 

Anamira tried to regain her composure. “Dancing.” She breathed. “Too much effort, I always thought.”

 

He smiled. “I’m not the man you deserve, but I’ll do my best.”

 

“Rather improper during a funeral, don’t you think?” She asked, motioning at the pyre.

 

“Perhaps. But I think Vidan would have approved, considering his letter.”

 

“That man would have.” Anamira said, smiling.

 

Dallar smiled back and went to continue paying his respects. Menden was at her side suddenly. “Dallar has a task to perform, Anamira.”

 

“Yes, he told me. The fate of the world.”

 

Menden locked eyes with her. “He loves you, Anamira. And I know you love him. I know about other things besides love, too.” Anamira tried to pull away from him, but she could not break eye contact. “He’s just beginning to heal. Don’t break him.”

 

“What are you accusing me of?” Anamira demanded.

 

Menden just looked into her eyes. “Don’t break him.” He repeated before finally leaving her to her thoughts.

[Verbal32]

Holy crap who hasn't submitted a Night Action? Why are we still in Night phase?

 

Ugh.

[Toy and Minion]

You are waiting on me. i need to write up the scene. but i need to get home first. still another 5 hours away.