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

[Verbal32]

*thwaps Toy*

[mmeeshal]

*kicks Verbal in a sibling manner* Be nice to the ModGod!

*waits patiently*

[Toy and Minion]

A wave crashed into the ship and showered Dallar’s already drenched form as he struggled to tighten the ropes holding the sail to the foremast. The Godpass was well named, for only those truly blessed by the Three could ever hope to survive those rapids. After securing the sail, Dallar slid down the rope used for fast escape for anyone up there in case of storms. Or in case they were traveling the Godpass.

 

“Are you insane?” Anamira yelled over the waves.

 

Dallar looked up at the drop he had slid, blinking as another wave sent another shower over him. “I’m not worried,” he yelled back. “We have a Purveyor on board.” She shot him a frown to tell him how funny she found that.

 

“How much further is it?” Anamira shouted.

 

“Don’t know.” Dallar answered, looking at the strained form of Menden Atal. He was once again at the fore of the ship, one hand cast down, a blue thread disappearing over the side of the ship and into the water; the other hand waving behind him clutching a white thread that whipped back and forth behind the sails as if directing the winds themselves.

 

Two Asteri worked the wheel, struggling to keep the course straight. Straight was important, because they were surrounded by jutting rocks, some big some small, creating the dangerous walls of Godpass. Waves and walls worked together to assure any ships demise. Any ship but this one.

 

Dallar glanced at the giant ball of fire that Menden had created for light this night. It still hovered up there, moving with the ship. A constant reminder that there were powers and forces in this world far beyond humans. Even the might of Arlantin paled in comparison. So much for the invincible empire.

 

Then Dallar saw the true reason it was called Godpass. Up ahead loomed the Land of Ash, hundreds of feet above the water. It was not just above sea level, Dallar could see the cragged bottom of the land. If there was anything holding the land up, Dallar could not see it. Floating. Dallar thought he had seen it all, but that was something all together different.

 

Then it hit him. He ran to Menden, shouting, “How do you plan on making that?”

 

“We will fly.” Came Menden’s strained shout. Fly? “Now!” Menden shouted again, his voice booming in Dallars ears. He turned and found two Asteri hacking at the main mast, the mast twice as big as the others. Something was cut free and the mast split in half. Dallar could only stare as the two halves of the mast smashed through the railing of the port and starboard, crashing into the deck. The mast halves bounced slightly before coming to rest on the deck. The sail billowed out beside the ship. Like wings, Dallar thought.

 

Dallar turned back to Menden, who used both hands to rip up a blue rope that created an enormous wave for them to ride. Then he snapped his hands out and grabbed two white ropes, whipping them back. Air caught the wing masts and the ship lurched up. Menden began twirling his hands, whipping the ropes again and again to give more air to those masts. Dallar was surprised they did not lift up and become useless, but saw that the Asteri had locked them in place with metal saddles.

 

Dallar made his way back, along the port railing, looking down to see them still riding the enormous wave, rising higher and higher. He glanced at the floating Land of Ash. It would be close. He made it to the aft and saw that the rudder was still deep within the water, the ship on an incline.

 

Menden stopped whipping, and held the ropes still, trying to pull and lift at the same time, the other ends of the ropes connecting to the wingmasts. Menden was using himself as a fulcrum to pull the ship up into the sky. The strain had to be terrible. Dallar thought he heard a roar right before the ship jumped off the wave and…continued rising on an incline heading for the surface of the land.

 

“Everyone secure yourselves!” Dallar ordered. No one questioned. Following his own advice Dallar wrapped his arm around the railing. He instinctively knew that any kind of strap would end up in a severed limb from the impact. Hopefully most of the crew would not be thrown far. Dallar braced himself, still watching the keel of the ship as much as he could. Land appeared underneath. They had made it.

 

Dallar heard a loud sound, and knew the keel had hit land, but knew nothing else as he began to fly, light blinking out and leaving only darkness.

[Toy and Minion]

It is now Day 6.

 

With 8 alive it takes 5 to Lynch.

 

No set Deadline right now. Take your time, please. (Not too long, of course.)

 

Sorry everyone. It's hard to juggle both the story and the game without sacrificing a bit of one for the other.

[False Dragon]

Alright, I stand by what I said before.

 

I fully believe that the guilty parties are either Thorum or Aust. Perhaps both.

 

Church (Innocent):

 

Limi

Wombat

False Dragon

 

Sibblings (Innocent):

 

Meesh

Verbal

 

Other:

 

Thorum

Aust

 

This is based off of what I personally know, and the supporting eveidence in the story.

 

Thorum

[dapianoplay3r]

How come Im not on your list?

[False Dragon]

Damn, I missed one. >.<

 

You're innocent, of course.

[dapianoplay3r]

I feel neglected

Ill trust you for now

VOTE THORUM

[mmeeshal]

Thorum makes sense, since there has to be at least one more assassin and no one died last night, and thorum's been fairly inactive.

[Thorum]

Aust

 

Now why would I be doing THAT?

[Thorum]

Some thoughts:

 

- The other team will win once all guilty people are dead if your team has less players (I would guess, seeing I'm not on a team). Hence, killing of the other team is more profitable than killing of the singles.

 

- The reason for my inactivity is my quasi-absence from the internet for the second half of February, and the amount of pages to read once I got internet again.

[Thorum]

And another, more general thought: Active, I've always been lynched early. Inactive, I'm still alive in what, basically, is endgame.

[WWWwombat]

Vote: Thorum for being inactive. Happy?

[Thorum]

Vote: Thorum for being inactive. Happy?

 

Yes

[Little Miss]

WOAH people!?

 

He is L-1 already...

 

I can see the sense in FD's List however I want to hear from Aust who is Far more quiet imo.

[False Dragon]

agreed. let's not rush,

[Toy and Minion]

Vote Count

 

Thorum (4): False, Play3r, Meesh, Wombat

 

Aust (1): Thorum

 

5 to lynch.

[Toy and Minion]

VI

The Truth of Lies

 

Cast in iron

Cast aside

Unsevered binds

And severed ties

Never sleeping

Ever dreaming

Forcing drowning

Easily swimming

Deep in blood

Blood deep

Reddened eyes

Eyes of red

Shadowed past

Past shadows

Fear of life

Life of fear

Shunned by love

Shunning love

Ending destiny

A destined end

 

Dalar’anol

by Kylanifer

circa 1291 SR

 

26 Summer, 1290 SR

 

His entire body ached. Even as he stood and surveyed his surroundings, he was unaware that it was no longer night. Dust rose with him and caused him to cough violently. Looking down, he saw that the dust covered his entire body. It was a strange grey color and seemed thicker than it should have. He took a step and a cloud puffed up. Then he understood why this was called the Land of Ash.

 

He looked around for the ship and the others. Skeletal trees surrounded him, bent and twisted as if undergoing extreme torture. There was no grass, no green, no running streams that he could see or hear. Despite the desolate trees, the land was completely barren as far as Dallar could see. And he could not see the ship, or anyone for that matter.

 

“Anamira!” He began shouting, Which way was the sea? He could not tell. Any way could lead him in the wrong direction and he would never know it until it was too late. “Ana!”

 

A ferocious hacking drew Dallars attention behind him. Someone leaned against one of those twisted trees, but Dallar could not see them clearly enough to tell who they were. “Anamira?”

 

Teral Tsilnar turned, still coughing slightly. “Disappointed?” He asked sarcastically.

 

Dallar ignored the quip. He had to find her. Something stirred within him. Something unknown. Ever since he had shared that first kiss with her… He shook his head. He would not let anything happen to her.

 

“I’m guessing you haven’t seen anyone else either.” Teral said. It was not a question. “I have to find Sorine.” Teral’s anxiety made Dallar feel for him. They were brothers in this cause, as all men were.

 

“We’ll find them both.” Dallar promised, refusing his own doubts.

 

‘What happened, anyway? I remember holding onto the rail, holding her hand, and then…I woke up buried in ash.”

 

Dallar just shook his head. He was as ignorant as Teral in what had transpired. What had happened that night, the ship flying, it all waved in his memory like a dream. But he was suddenly hit with the memory of what Sorine had told him about the shadow behind Teral’s eyes. Studying the man carefully, he saw no hints of anything untoward. No shadow, no mystery. The Adherent must have simply imagined it. Relationships were stressful.

 

They picked a direction and began moving, each man shouting the name of his woman. It wasn’t long before voices were shouted in return. Rushing forward toward the sound, they came to a clearing, the sight of which making them stop and gasp.

 

Menden Atal stood like a sentinel, gazing out into that twisted forest, the rest of the weary crew, including Anamira and Sorine gathered around. The Asteri stood apart, looking blankly at the ship. The ship itself was split in two, almost at the direct center of the ship, the back half just held to the front half by a few hundred stubborn planks. The back half also dangled slightly over the edge of the land. Dallar grew dizzy at how far they had been thrown. How had they survived?

 

“How are the Asteri holding up?” Dallar asked when he approached Menden and the others. Menden did not answer, instead Anamira did.

 

“Better than you would expect. I think.” She frowned. “They are so hard to gauge emotionally.”

 

Dallar looked back at the Pack. Kylan turned his head softly and Dallar saw all he needed to in those eyes. “It is like they lost a piece of themselves, of their home. Their sadness is almost human.”

 

Menden’s growl made Dallar start. “Human. Such a trite description.”

 

“So where are we?” Dallar changed gears quickly.

 

Menden sighed. “We are back where we started.” Before anyone could question this, Menden continued. “This is Avanit Nol. Or it was Avanit Nol. Grass grew thick, tress towered to the stars, and people thrived. We went too far in the war. If anything is proof of that, this land is. Once called Wystwrn*, now aptly named the Land of Ash.” He sighed. “To answer your question: we’re home.”

 

Dallar tried to understand what had been said. “What war? Not the Noble War, that was in Arlantin.” Menden only sighed again. A thought struck Dallar. “How old are you?”

 

Menden gave Dallar a wooden stare. “Let’s get moving. We will have to be quick to reach Therbor before sunpast.”

 

* Wystwrn (wist-WERN)

[Aust]

Guys sorry - I've been posting this in all my games - I had a basement disaster this week as one of my walls started caving in with massive snow melting and a lot of water :( I'm really just getting online today to catch up on everything.

 

Vote Thorum.

 

I'm working on False's logic here.

[Toy and Minion]

Well, sorry, but you all are going to have a wait on your hands now. I have a lot to write up still. I said take your time. >.>

[False Dragon]

Aust, that doesn't look good for you at all.

[WWWwombat]

Agreed. Casual hammer is scummy.

[Aust]

That wasn't casual, it was decisive. The case was made and I've been suspicious of Thorum for a while now due to how quiet he is, particularly compared with other games. If you did not want to see him lynched, you should not have had your votes on him yourselves.

[False Dragon]

Don't play ignorant. You know that we didn't want to lynch so early, especially with no deadline as of yet. Getting the lynch set up early is good, but then we should take the time to discuss other options for later. Your hammer stinks of scum.

 

But oh well. The milk has been spilt. Thorum is our lynch.

 

So, now that we have that out of the way, and while we still have time before Toy posts the scene, do you have anything to say, Aust? Any dark secrets you wish to share with us, or keep secret?

[Aust]

False you're trying really hard to steer things right now, and that makes me worry quite a bit.