[Advanced] Bloodlust Mafia Game Over!

[Darthe]

RULES

 

1. Votes must be in bold and red.  You must unvote before casting another vote.
2. Do not quote any private communications that I have with you.
3. Do not personally insult other players.
4. Do not talk about this game outside of the game thread or a QT given by me.
5. Days will last 72 hours.  Nights will last 24 hours.  If either ends or begins on a weekend or holiday it will be given a 24 hour extension.
6. You may edit posts.
7. Going three consecutive game phases without posting will result in a replacement.  Going another without a replacement being found will result in a modkill.
8. You may copy and paste one of the following after death: “Go Mafia!”  “Go Town!”  You may not post anything else.
9. Submit all actions in a private message or on a QT.
10. You may not name claim under penalty of death.

 

All Roles come from here:

http://wiki.epicmafia.com/index.php?title=Template:Roles

http://wiki.mafiascum.net/index.php?title=Category:Roles

 

 

 

Roster:

 

 

1. Bgrishinko - Blade, Town Gunsmith - Day 4 Poison

2. Peace - Dr. Frankenstein, Town Miller - Night 1 Kill

3. Kaylee - Simon Belmont, Town JoaT (2 shot cop, 1 shot roleblock) - Alive

4. JLM Smiley - Van Helsing, Town Doctor - Alive

5. Blackhoof - Daniel Molloy, Town Vanilla - Day 1 Lynch

6. Myndrunner Red - Town Mason Converted Mafia N1 - Day 7 Lynch

7. Lenlo - Lord Ruthven, Mafia Day Doctor - Day 3 Lynch

8. Basel - Jasper Hale, Town Vanilla - Alive

9. LZM Songstress - Lisa Tepes, Town Virgin - Day 6 Lynch

10. Dicetosser Ithillian - Stella Olemaun, Town Vanilla - Night 5 Kill

11. Cloud - Igor, Mafia 2 shot Poisoner - Day 4 Lynch

12. Misheru - Lisa (Castlevania), Town Vanilla - Alive

13. TGlems - Buffy Summers, Town JoaT (1 shot vig, 1 shot roleblock) -  Night 2 kill

14. Rand - Jonathan Harker, Town JoaT (1 shot cop, 1 shot vig) - Day 2 Lynch

15. Pandy - Count Dracul, Mafia 2 shot Power Absorb, 1 shot Recruit - Day 5 Lynch

16. Turin - Lucy Westenra, Third party Amnesiac Converted Town JoaT (1 shot cop, 1 shot vig) Day 3 - Alive

17. Despo - Peter Plegojowitz, Town Vanilla - Day 3 Death

18. Kae - Elizabeth Forbes, Town Vanilla - Night 3 Kill

19. Ishy - Darren Shan, Town Mason - Night 4 Kill

 

Replacements:

1. 

2. 

3.

4.

[Darthe]

Transylvania, 1464

 

The little bar was more of a shack than a real establishment.  The parchment said only to meet here and that the rest would come.  How was it that his presence here was known?  In the corner someone crooked a single finger and drew him over.  He sat, a meter from the hooded figure and was surprised by a female voice emerging across from him.  Her accent was thick.

 

"It is said that men are the top of the food chain, the leaders of the world.  They always have been.  God willed it to be so.  But what if I told you that there was a monster out there, one who served no God but his own hunger?  

 

"Ah, I can see it in your eyes.  You have heard of him, no?  Yes, I thought you might.  He creeps through the night, preying on those unsuspecting fools who dare roam his domain.  His name is known from London to Asia.  You may not believe the legends involving our Count but I tell you now he is the Vampiir.  We have no hope except in the afterlife, had none at least, until you showed up; your name almost as much a legend as his own.  So, what says you?  Will you help us fight, or will you run and perish like the others?"

 

Her own eyes caught a glimmer in the light, glowed with the feverish desire to see this through.  He knew his answer.

 

"I would be honored my lady."

 

"Thank you, Van Helsing."

 

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Castle Dracul, 2012

 

 

"You know," he leaned over the bar to grab a scotch, "it has been over half a millennia since I told that old gypsy woman that I would help her.  I have learned much since then.  I'll show you if you follow me." His head jerked towards a more private corner, grin shedding light on his meaning.

 

"Well, that is very fascinating Mr. Helsing but I only come to this freak show to  kill Dracula.  Nothing else matters."  Her voice held a definite chill.  She took her drink and waltzed away.

 

A dark skinned man sauntered over, his head shaved and dressed mostly in leather.  Van knew him on sight, the famous hunter of his own species.

 

"Man she burnt you!" He chuckled.  "What an ass though, am I right?"

 

"Indeed you are, Mr.. Brooks is it?"

 

"People call me Blade, let's not get into it.  What do you think of the locale?"  Each took a sip and looked around.  The most famous hunters in the world stood there.  Each wanted the legendary Vlad the Impaler, malicious even before his deal with Satan, on a stake.  Their was glory and fame in such a kill and the count had been most welcoming so far.  They stood in his castle, drank his liqueur and ate his food at his invitation.  Of course it was a trap and nonetheless all had come.  After all, they needed to know his plans if they were to kill him.

 

To Van Helsing's eyes Dracula was too confident by half. 

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

He scrambled down the halls, ragged breath visible in the cold.  The group had been split, all four of them separated and chased down.  As he made it back to the main chamber he saw that two of the others were there.  Where was the good Doctor though?  The group shouted at him, pulled his arm and shook him.  Where was Doctor Frankenstein?  Where was he?  No one knew.  He told them, when the Vampires attacked them he thought the doctor got away clean.  If anything, it had appeared that the one bitten was... no that couldn't be right, there he stood, seemingly well.  It was chaos.

 

 He needed a drink.  When someone handed him a bourbon he realized that he had said so aloud.  He drank a sip.  Poison.  Too late he realized.  It was too late.  He could not even tell who had passed him the glass.  This had been a dreadful night.

 

Twenty minutes later the shell of Doctor Frankenstein's body was found slumped in a nearby hallway, drained of all blood.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

Jonathan Harker strove to be more, to be the best of them all.  He had been one of the first to discover Dracula's cruel secret.  Yet the group turned on him.  Suspicions could make the best of men into something they were not, a fact he knew all too well.  His words would not appease them and within moments he was lifted and thrown off one of the many opulent balconies of Castle Dracul.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

Even in death she was a beauty.  It was a pity really.  Dracula held her in his arms and could not help but feel that something had been lost in the world.  He took the last drop of her blood.  Ms. Summers had been quite the woman, even getting the best of him once.  That would never happen again.  By the time the sun rose and the group found her laid against a plinth he was long gone, resting once more in the inner sanctum of his hold, waiting for night. 

 

One of the group began to wretch and another fell over, weakened suddenly.  He found a small scratch on his shoulder but could not place the one who had given it to him.

 

They were becoming desperate.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

The fall was the best thing that had ever happened to him.  It was as if he had been in a dream, as if his life had been taken away by some mad group.  But it was not so.  Within moments the truth became clear to him, his life to this point had been a sham.  He could remember it all, everything was clear.  Cracking a smile the man ran to rejoin the group and take down those vampire bastards once and for all.

 

Dear lord, he had a headache.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

She strode through the double doors with her shoulders hunched forward, her feet almost in a march.

 

"Did you know she had a twin," he whispered, "because I didn't at all!" 

 

Their eyes watched her stride across the hall to her duplicate, amused.

 

Doctor Helsing smirked, "Two is better than one man, am I right?"

 

They began to argue, the new grabbing the arm of the other and gesturing at the doorway, slinging her head.

 

"Oh yeah.  Actually, if you squint this new one is much finer than the other one."

 

The one who had been before left in a storm, for all practical purposes replaced by the other finer model.

 

The men clicked glasses and took another shot.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

Peter was a sad man, plagued first by his own village and now by the burdens of knowing his death was imminent.  However, the manner of it was not nearly as he expected.  He ran down the path, pursuing one he was certain was evil, saw the tail of his coat rounding the corner.  Suddenly a panic hit him, the poison.  He had to act quickly, his limbs were rattling and his blood burned from the inside.  With effort he managed to get momentum and swung his body around the corner.  The man was gone!  

 

Peter panted, knowing he may have lost his final chance, and that was when the one tailing him slid his blade into Peter's ribs.  

 

"Call it mercy, my friend."

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

He was a servant of the Lord's of the castle, no more.  Their work was his work, a most trusted advisee.  He was to watch them, to clean and prepare their bodies, and to dispose of them when the masters were done.  It was not an easy job with the number of deaths lately, but he could not complain. Work was fruitful...

 

 

...Somewhere else in the castle a quite determined and dignified woman was, for lack of a better word, snooping.  She stomped through, looking for anything that might protect this group.  Some had tried to leave the night before.  At the gates they found the body of that one woman's lesser twin, ripped apart and broken.  It had been a sad night, but more importantly it had been a warning.  In this castle you entered through the gates and left by Dracula's will.  They still didn't know why they had been invited even!

 

The woman had all of this on her mind right up until she saw it.  The beautiful Sapphire ornament was placed on it's own pedestal in an alcove with nothing else.  So important, but why?  She was drawn to it, pulled to feel it.  

 

She reached her hand out, her finger slid down, the tip pricked her.

 

In an instant she was changed.  She knew not how, but knew that she always could have been this person.  Perhaps should have been.  Everything felt so alive.  With renewed vigor the woman ran to rejoin the group and share what had happened.  

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

"DO YOU FOOLS KNOW WHO I AM?" His voice thundered through the castle, an unnatural boom shaking the very walls!  "I am the progenitor of them all.  You shall not take me."

 

The man, a handsome and well respected lord, lifted his cloak like a shroud.  When it dropped something far less was left in its place.  The creatures maw was a mass of jagged teeth, it's skin grey and cracked, the faintest hint of blues and purples could be seen through it's skin, outlines of muscled ropy flesh and veins beneath.  It was a bat-like demon, come straight from hell.  The creature snarled once and swiped at the priest approaching with stake in hand.  The man backed away and it crouched, wings lifted like a veil, prepared to lunge away, frozen in one instant.  At least, that is how I choose to remember him.

 

Her scarlet voice was so sweet as she asked "Well what happened next Mr. Helsing?", eyes shone through with pleasure.

 

Van Helsing gave a small chuckle, "The vampire flapped once and lifted itself to a high balcony, far above the rest.  He thought he would be safe there.  Unfortunately for him I was standing on that exact balcony, waiting with a stake of silver, the tip basted in my own mixture of garlic, holy water, and lemon."

 

"Lemon?"

 

"Purely for flavor doll." 

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

They feared the night, questioned the darkness and the mysteries that it held, hid from them.  He did not.  Perhaps he should have.  The man had little time though, his watch said so.  He checked it fervently, every few seconds looking down as if afraid that time would run away from him.  And it did.  His first step into the interior burial chamber triggered yet another magic, this time a blue fire that washed through the room.  The man noted this only just before it took him.  Muscles began to twitch through his arm, brain saying to shield his face.  His arms screamed to move faster than the flame, to shift.  An inch, a fraction, movement towards salvation.  It did not come.  The flames engulfed him and then... nothing.  The man blinked, his arms halting mid voyage, and questioned what had happened?  And then he realized.  He felt younger, reinvigorated.  Yet he was no longer in the burial chamber but instead in the keep, surrounded by the others again.  It was so.. foreign feeling.  When he went back, the chamber was gone.  Replaced by a simple brick wall.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

"I won't miss the next lynch," she swore, "I was just peeking about!  Trying to find clues before nightfall, trying to determine who here is fiendish."

 

Her head held high, Elizabeth Forbes stormed out to hunt on her own.  Leave her from the decisions would they?  They always wanted to put her on the sides, to let that damnable Van Helsing hold all of the glory.  Well, despite her upbringing she was going to find a vampire and she was going to kill it.  Nothing would stop her.  As Elizabeth stomped down a corridor she noted that the place could use a good dusting.  Hmph.  Suddenly a little man stood before her.  There was no warning, no footsteps, smell, or otherwise.  He was simply there with a gap toothed smile and clothing far too lavish for his face or stature.

 

Elizabeth's lip curled, whoever this peasant was he was no vampire.  The little man bowed to her and stepped aside, allowing her passage as one should with a little bow.  

 

It was as she pulled her skirt over to avoid brushing the wretch that he moved.  She caught the motion from the corner of her eye, a blur too fast for interpretation, and the blade was in her.

 

The corridor grew dim and the final words Elizabeth heard were "The Count sends his regards" spat into her ear.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

The crippled form fell, arms swinging wildly at the air as if to sprout wings and catch itself.  Of course, that wouldn't happen for Igor was no vampire.  He served the will of his master only.  Igor's head bounced off the stone when he hit the ground and took his breath, the final breath of his life.  A stake protruded from his chest, silver oxide lined wood glimmering in the fading light of the evening.

 

Five minutes earlier

 

Everything had been going well for the man, his form mostly ignored as he remained cloaked, stayed to the shadows.  It was when he began to speak that he had given himself away.  Blade, the poor fool, was not doing so well.  He had began to cough blood, a fact that excited Igor into little occasional giggles.  He stood out, he knew it, but he couldn't stop chuckling as they watched the hunter of hunters struggle to fight the toxins spreading through his body.  Not even the good doctor would have been able and prevent this, it was his own recipe.  Bat guano, mercury, sulfer oxide, the venom of a rare spider only found in the fire swamps, and lemon juice.  Blade began to shake and they laid him on a stone table.  He was unable to talk.  It wouldn't be long now. 

 

Igor couldn't help it, the giggling began to get louder.  The room suddenly became very quiet.  Igor was no longer laughing. Everyone was staring at him.  They knew.  One grabbed at him, but she was too small.  He wrenched his arm free and began to run.  Another was barreled though, his strength taking them by surprise.  Igor made it as far as the door before he felt it.  The stake split through his rib cage, protruding out of his chest several inches.  He was more stunned than pained by this fact.  The little man took a few more stunted steps and turned to see his killer.  Blade stood, his crossbow outstretched in one arm, a picture of deathly cool intent transferred into a single action.  Each man caught the other's eyes for one moment and fell.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

"Darren wrote books for a living.  The books glorified him, built him as the head of an entire coven of Vampires, the good guys of his tale.  And so, to us, he was.  Regardless of our feelings of the night we cannot deny that this man, this wonderful man, did more than most in the hunt for Dracula.  He only wanted to be, just as the rest of us.  Take solace in that people and let the lord ever guide you."

 

Van Helsing's voice held the perfect note of solemnety for the occasion.  He stood in the rain, his black leather coat hanging to his knees as it shed water into the grave.  They had asked him to speak for this occasion, the foremost hunter giving a final honor to one who had overcome his own dark nature.  What else could he do after such a night?  His own best friend had broken down completely upon seeing the corpse, not laid neatly in the hallway as before but instead brutalized, drained, and then staked through the chest and left for them to find in the bathroom.

 

He whispered to himself,  "This sickness will destroy us all.  What sort of vampire drains the blood of it's own kind?"

 

People began to shuffle back inside as the body was lowered, ropes holding it in place pulling marks into the grass at the corner of the fresh dug earth.  In minutes the hunter was standing on his own, looking down at the hastily wrapped figure with a grimace.

 

"Requiescat in Pace Venator Daemonum Noctus"

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

It took all of their remaining strength to pull him down.  The beast was strong and cunning, a suave manipulator by day and by night... Much more.  The menace of his yellow eyes struck fear into the hearts of men worldwide, across generations and outlets, pervaded all culture.  

 

So did his fabled defeats.  The people here, today, would become legend for this!  Even with the might that remained they struggled.  Count Vlad Tepes, Vlad the Impalor, Vladmir Dracul' had manipulated, schemed his way through so many of them, and when diplomacy failed he had transformed much like the late Lord Ruthven and began an offensive.  

 

He fought like lightning against them, wings flashing him through the room, fangs barred, claws threatening all until the group finally closed in.  Each arm was restrained, both legs held down as they placed the Vampire on a slab.  She pulled out her own stake and rammed it into his heart with no ceremony and no speeches.  They beheaded the count, stuffed him with garlic, and threw him in the river.  

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

"Come to me Stella."  His words hung in the air, laid in her mind just a bit too long.  Without thinking she stepped down the corridor, feet slapping against the wet stone.  Come to me.  It echoed through her, pulled at her.  Come to me.  Stella stepped into an antechamber, fearful at last.  Around her were corpses, bodies being pumped of blood that fed into some form of contraption.  It was hooked to wires, a metal cask of some sort that occasionally sparked with a current running through it.  It held her eyes as she stepped backwards, right until she bumped into something.  Stella Olemaun turned slowly, ready to face whatever evil stood behind her, her heart racing and body tense.  It was a lamp.  Come to me.

 

When she turned back he was there.   

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

She couldn't handle the fighting.  It needed to end for Lisa and so she took matters into her own hands.  Her purpose was clear, one less for them to worry over, one less for them to fear.  When Lisa threw herself willingly from the balcony they watched.  Any vampire would spread her wings and disappear into the night.  She hit the ground with a thud, a wave of shock and solemnity running through the group.  It was a damn brave thing.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

 

The night passed quickly.  They had all remained together, even him, silently contemplating Lisa's decision until morning came.  No hunting had happened.  

[Darthe]

Town win condition:  Eliminate all those not of the town.

 

Mafia win condition: Gain a voting majority over the town.

 

 

Day 1 begins here...Literally here.

 

 

Day 1 Final Vote Count and the beginning of N1...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-day-one/?p=2716320

 

Day 2 begins here...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-day-one/?p=2717169

 

Day 2 Final Vote Count and the beginning of N2...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-day-one/?p=2723278

 

Day 3 begins here...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-day-three/?p=2724685

 

Day 3 Final Vote Count and the beginning of N3...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-day-three/?p=2734111

 

Day 4 begins here...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-night-four/?p=2735926

 

Day 4 Final Vote Count and the beginning of N4...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-night-four/?p=2740637

 

Day 5 begins here...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-night-four/?p=2741754

 

Day 5 Scene and the beginning of N5...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-night-five/?p=2744412

 

Day 6 begins here...http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/77752-advanced-bloodlust-mafia-night-five/?p=2745324

[Kaylee]

First!

[Darthe]

All PM's are out and the Siggy will be up tomorrow night!

[RandA lThor]

Second!

[John E. Kelley]

Teh mafia fever. I haz it.

[Tyler Glembo]

In. Boom baby!

[cosmicpanda]

Erm... Vote Mynd

[_CLOUD]

Checking in! Have fun everyone :)

[michellem]

My god this is gonna be fun!

 

Vote Cloud for being my mintee

[Turin Turambar]

Present.

[_CLOUD]

Vote Mish for being my favorite mentor 

 

 

So many experienced players in this game.. I will try to keep up 

[Basel Gill]

Here.

[Tyler Glembo]

Vote Mish for being my favorite mentor 

 

 

So many experienced players in this game.. I will try to keep up 

 

That's how I feel in my first advanced game.  Buckets of confused and just trying to figure out all the roles.

[JenLenaMom]

Checking in but I still have a sick little one whom I'm taking to the dr this morning so I may be scarce.

[Myndrunner]

Hmmm.  _Cloud is watching this thread like a hawk, itching to vote someone.  Posted more than even the MOD at this point.  Methinks he has a scum motivation here.

 

vote _Cloud

[Darthe]

Official Vote Count

Mynd (1/10): Pandy

Cloud (2/10): Mish, Mynd

Mish (1/10): Cloud

 

 

 

Unwilling to commit to a vote currently (15/19):

 

 

BG, Peace, Kaylee, JLM, BH, Len, Basel, Lzm, Dice, TG, Rand, Turin, Des, Kae, Ishy

 

 

 

 

The blood... It sings to us.

[Lenlo]

Hallo everyone. I are here.

[Sakaea]

Van Helsing is one of my favorite movies, couldn't resist this game.

 

 

Vote Ishy with

[Lenlo]

Van Helsing is one of my favorite movies, couldn't resist this game.

I second this.

[Myndrunner]

First 9 minutes of the next Star Trek Movie shown at the beginning of the Hobbit. 

 

KHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Sakaea]

Bah, not at the screening I went to

 

 

I can hardly wait for Into Darkness, tho, looks friggin' amazing.

[Lenlo]

Not watching the hobbit until Saturday where the entire Physics Club is going to go take over a theater. I just need to figure out someone to dress up as... Im to tall for any of the dwarves.

[RandA lThor]

Bah, not at the screening I went to

 

 

I can hardly wait for Into Darkness, tho, looks friggin' amazing.

Me neither. Also, I didn't like the hobbit too much, as I expected to.