Cyndarinused Flamethrower! It was super effective.
It's a bit random, but I also find her claim odd. She's an angel, but so was Shaddus, but there's no indication in Shaddus's role that the three archangels communicate with each other. Or that there even are other archangels.
She posts often, but the majority are wishy washy, without substance, or vague.
It's a bit random, but I also find her claim odd. She's an angel, but so was Shaddus, but there's no indication in Shaddus's role that the three archangels communicate with each other. Or that there even are other archangels.
She posts often, but the majority are wishy washy, without substance, or vague.
I was pretty surprised that I got the letter too, it's not part of my role that I can communicate with other angels. I'd rather they buzz off actually because frankly, I'm awesome by myself.
Yeah, I can be wishy washy in terms of voting in Mafia Games. I really do hate it when there isn't anything to go on, however with Kira putting the deadline and this day going no where I took a gamble with this letter. I was hoping to just watch Falmiis and see if anything came together but really, other than that letter I see nothing overly suspicious and few posts to work off.
If you need a full claim, whatever. I know myself, I know the monsters need to die and I wholeheartedly want the Gods to win.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
I think I'm going to go with Dylara here, unless she had some sort of target in Falmiis, why would she lie (unless the letter was a trick)? We would only lynch her tomorrow if she was proven to be wrong. Also, I've been suspicious of Falmiis before from being so fickle with his targets.
Vote: Falmiis
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Cyndarinused Flamethrower! It was super effective.
Well this might get me murdered but it's down to the wire and it's this or random mod lynch. HERE GOES.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
*audience points out that Falmiis was looking at Celina using a shiny shield*
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
"Indeed. Told you that there's nothing quite like the threat of danger to spur people into action. The day's over now."
"Already? I mean, I know that something just happened but... we're still halfway to a lynch aren't we? You said it yourself. Seven votes to lynch."
"And usually, that's true. What you just witnessed is an execution. Elimination of someone at less votes than what's usually required."
"Sheesh. Sounds ridiculously powerful. And also, I think this is gonna tank our ratings. The Falmiis suspicions were ratings-gold."
"I.... nevermind. More importantly, Yavina, Ellowyn and Dylara all launch into an attack, pinning Falmiis down while Celina slithers on over to him. One look from her eyes, and Falmiis is instantly turned to stone, before the lifeless statue is shattered to pieces... will you do us the honours?"
"Yes yes... I've got his role information here."
---
Falmiis was
The Dullahan: The headless horseman. An unseelie fey that spells
doom and death. No, you're not the Banshee. You don't warn about
someone' s impending death. You cause it. As long as they don't have
gold on them. You've been roped into this plot for prey far greater
than mere mortals though. You're here to take down the gods
themselves. And even they will tremble when you mark them for death.
Role: You're a mafia Goon. Your mafia allies are *scrubbed*. You win when all the Gods and their servants are dead.
Doom of the Dullahan: Once during the game, if you were not chosen
to kill the night before, you will have the power to kill someone
during the day. If you do so, you will not be able to kill the
following night.
---
"Looks like they were right to be suspicious about him. And I suppose this exonerates Yavina and Ellowyn huh?"
"Kid... no. First of all, we're not supposed to speculate on anyone. We're here to observe and act as a peanut gallery. Second of all, nothing exonerates anyone of anything. Especially not here."
"C'mon. I didn't mean anything about it. And... I mean. Everyone's being so quiet after all. Can't I give any nudges to urge people into activity?"
"If you really want to urge people into activity, I suggest you give em my email address instead."
"Your... email address?"
"Yes. It's angelofdeath@truefaith.org. It's really an open offer. You got a problem that needs be taken care of, I'm your man... monster... chimaera. Soulsnatching, assassination, kidnapping, babysitting... you name it, I'll do it, and I'll do it better than anyone else. Just make sure you pay the fees. You don't want to make an enemy of me."
"What. The... was that a sponsorship advertisement? Can you do that?"
"Legally binding contract.... 'pprently I'm not paying myself back quickly enough. They're wanting to recoup the costs they paid in purchasing me from the labs."
"Ahuh... so how much to hire you to eat our idiot of an agent?"
It is now Night 3
You've got 48 hours to send in your night actions.
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
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"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
"Mrm... wah? Jean, it's four in the morning, I got the whip after my advertisements last night, and I've got a severe stomach cramp thanks to you, so someone better be burning, or I'll go pyromancer on the set."
"I... Well... It's gone."
"Nghn... it's gone? What do you mean "it's gone"? What's gone?"
"Everything. I mean... Lavinya. Lavinya is completely gone!"
"Calm down Jean and get me a two litre mug of iced coffee. Her being gone is okay. That's just a way for someone to eliminate the competition from the game. A pity for Lavinya, but there's nothing we can do but release her role to the others."
"But that's what I mean. We can't. Someone has completely removed all of Lavinya's records. I can't reveal her role if I don't know what her role is."
"Ergh... I'm going to go poke Nero. Maybe he stole some files as revenge for getting kicked off the show. It's... okay. They'll just have to manage without the information for now. Just... start the day without me. I'm gonna dunk in this coffee and then shower for an hour."
"Oh... but. Well... remember how we'd need a strand of spider silk to get someone out of hell? Well... all the spider silk has gone missing. Seems the spiders that protected the silk from greedy hands are all dead and or gone. Is that... gonna be a huge problem?"
"Fantastic..."
"And... well. You know how we recently adopted a new evangelism charter? You're... going to have to give a sermon and blessing,"
"Of course! Ah... might just get it over with. *ahem*."
"Faith... is difficult. By the very definition of faith, you can't know what you believe in. And we know that religion isn't just an important truth to countless people. Right here, right now, it is an objective, tangible fact. It's a fact that powerful beings worthy of worship exist. So I'm not going to ask anyone to believe in anything, or have faith in anything. What I am going to ask, is for a sign of devotion. To yourself, and to those who believe in you. You owe it to them, and to yourself, to put yourself out there as a leader, and as a speaker. I offer naught but the blessing and good will of the holy church as an incentive."
"And a free assassination and or baby-sitting."
"Jean!"
"I was instructed to interject with that. Besides, have you seen some of those gods? They breed more than bunnies."
"Ehem. Incentive. But in the end, it's not for the blessing you will do this. It is for those who believe, and especially for those who don't believe. Help guide them down the proper path of true faith!"
"Excellent! Cheesy but excellent!"
"Mrm... I'm going to hit the showers and I won't be out until all the hot water is gone. See you in a few hours Jean."
It is now Day 4.
(And to avoid confusion. Lavinya was killed in the same manner as Tekora was last night.)
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
With Lavinya and Tekora dead, Othero making the claim, and myself vindicated by Ssaliss (which vindicates him in my mind), that leaves Vivet, Aerudeth, or Yavina as candidates for Empusa.
Hang onto your butts, everyone. I'm going to have to claim and reveal information today. It might get messy, but I think I have a reasonable plan of action to use what I know. It'll be a long post, though, so bear with me.
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The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Falmiis: Yavina, Dylara (2)
Othero: Ssaliss, Lavinya (2)
Yavina: Falmiis, Krackenor (2)
Dylara: Celina (1)
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
"..."
"So... that just happened."
"Indeed. Told you that there's nothing quite like the threat of danger to spur people into action. The day's over now."
"Already? I mean, I know that something just happened but... we're still halfway to a lynch aren't we? You said it yourself. Seven votes to lynch."
"And usually, that's true. What you just witnessed is an execution. Elimination of someone at less votes than what's usually required."
"Sheesh. Sounds ridiculously powerful. And also, I think this is gonna tank our ratings. The Falmiis suspicions were ratings-gold."
"I.... nevermind. More importantly, Yavina, Ellowyn and Dylara all launch into an attack, pinning Falmiis down while Celina slithers on over to him. One look from her eyes, and Falmiis is instantly turned to stone, before the lifeless statue is shattered to pieces... will you do us the honours?"
"Yes yes... I've got his role information here."
---
Falmiis was
The Dullahan: The headless horseman. An unseelie fey that spells doom and death. No, you're not the Banshee. You don't warn about someone' s impending death. You cause it. As long as they don't have gold on them. You've been roped into this plot for prey far greater than mere mortals though. You're here to take down the gods themselves. And even they will tremble when you mark them for death.
Role: You're a mafia Goon. Your mafia allies are *scrubbed*. You win when all the Gods and their servants are dead.
Doom of the Dullahan: Once during the game, if you were not chosen to kill the night before, you will have the power to kill someone during the day. If you do so, you will not be able to kill the following night.
---
"Looks like they were right to be suspicious about him. And I suppose this exonerates Yavina and Ellowyn huh?"
"Kid... no. First of all, we're not supposed to speculate on anyone. We're here to observe and act as a peanut gallery. Second of all, nothing exonerates anyone of anything. Especially not here."
"C'mon. I didn't mean anything about it. And... I mean. Everyone's being so quiet after all. Can't I give any nudges to urge people into activity?"
"If you really want to urge people into activity, I suggest you give em my email address instead."
"Your... email address?"
"Yes. It's angelofdeath@truefaith.org. It's really an open offer. You got a problem that needs be taken care of, I'm your man... monster... chimaera. Soulsnatching, assassination, kidnapping, babysitting... you name it, I'll do it, and I'll do it better than anyone else. Just make sure you pay the fees. You don't want to make an enemy of me."
"What. The... was that a sponsorship advertisement? Can you do that?"
"Legally binding contract.... 'pprently I'm not paying myself back quickly enough. They're wanting to recoup the costs they paid in purchasing me from the labs."
"Ahuh... so how much to hire you to eat our idiot of an agent?"
It is now Night 3
You've got 48 hours to send in your night actions.
"Mrm... wah? Jean, it's four in the morning, I got the whip after my advertisements last night, and I've got a severe stomach cramp thanks to you, so someone better be burning, or I'll go pyromancer on the set."
"I... Well... It's gone."
"Nghn... it's gone? What do you mean "it's gone"? What's gone?"
"Everything. I mean... Lavinya. Lavinya is completely gone!"
"Calm down Jean and get me a two litre mug of iced coffee. Her being gone is okay. That's just a way for someone to eliminate the competition from the game. A pity for Lavinya, but there's nothing we can do but release her role to the others."
"But that's what I mean. We can't. Someone has completely removed all of Lavinya's records. I can't reveal her role if I don't know what her role is."
"Ergh... I'm going to go poke Nero. Maybe he stole some files as revenge for getting kicked off the show. It's... okay. They'll just have to manage without the information for now. Just... start the day without me. I'm gonna dunk in this coffee and then shower for an hour."
"Oh... but. Well... remember how we'd need a strand of spider silk to get someone out of hell? Well... all the spider silk has gone missing. Seems the spiders that protected the silk from greedy hands are all dead and or gone. Is that... gonna be a huge problem?"
"Fantastic..."
"And... well. You know how we recently adopted a new evangelism charter? You're... going to have to give a sermon and blessing,"
"Of course! Ah... might just get it over with. *ahem*."
"Faith... is difficult. By the very definition of faith, you can't know what you believe in. And we know that religion isn't just an important truth to countless people. Right here, right now, it is an objective, tangible fact. It's a fact that powerful beings worthy of worship exist. So I'm not going to ask anyone to believe in anything, or have faith in anything. What I am going to ask, is for a sign of devotion. To yourself, and to those who believe in you. You owe it to them, and to yourself, to put yourself out there as a leader, and as a speaker. I offer naught but the blessing and good will of the holy church as an incentive."
"And a free assassination and or baby-sitting."
"Jean!"
"I was instructed to interject with that. Besides, have you seen some of those gods? They breed more than bunnies."
"Ehem. Incentive. But in the end, it's not for the blessing you will do this. It is for those who believe, and especially for those who don't believe. Help guide them down the proper path of true faith!"
"Excellent! Cheesy but excellent!"
"Mrm... I'm going to hit the showers and I won't be out until all the hot water is gone. See you in a few hours Jean."
It is now Day 4.
(And to avoid confusion. Lavinya was killed in the same manner as Tekora was last night.)
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.