Maybe it's a misdirection he's hoping to use to take you out.
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.
It's probably nothing, but I'm keeping my eye on you.
One more person to end the day, guys. Maybe we'll have some information in the morning.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
Finger of Suspicion. No real power, just an official notice that someone is suspicious.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
It really just says to everyone that you're concerned and suspicious of someone's motives and if whatever the person under suspicion does turns badly for the town then they should be thoroughly investigated.
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.
Nrgh, but then the monsters have free reign, but nobody is talking. Nrgh. Give it a couple hours, if no one does anything or says anything more maybe we can move on.
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.
"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."
"They're playing defensively. No one wants to tip their hand, from fear of making themselves a target. When the masses want you to be an obedient monster-hunter, you better act like an obedient monster-hunter, regardless of what your actual motivations are."
"So what happens now? I mean, if they're not gonna fight each other, does that mean that they're gonna sociably and peacefully work out their differences?"
"Hah, yes. Also, Santa Claus exists, the pope's protestant and politicians truly do have your best interest at heart."
"Cute. So what happens instead?"
"We wait. People are gonna withdraw. Do their own thing. Some to gather information. Some to craft lies. Some to take action for their cause through murder. And tomorrow, some poor unfortunate soul is gonna be the victim of this bloodlust. Probably."
"Why are you so sure? I mean, they could choose to not kill right? They could choose peace."
"... You're adorably cute when you're so naïve."
It is now Night 1. You all have 48 hours to get 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.
Due to an unsuccessful pilot, the admin of this game must replace one of the announcers with a different, popular personality. Don't worry, though, these things never last, and these contracts are hard to get out of. You'll probably be back in about a day.
(Because Kira should have to face sudden power challenges, too )
"Morning kiddo. Nice of you to finally join us. You ready to start this day properly?"
"You mean with a proper breakfast? I'm starving. And what's with the coloured text?"
"It's new stuff from HQ. It's supposed to ensure that we're more... distinctive, whatever that means. Either way, let's begin."
"Actually... before we begin. Hi, my name's Pollux. The church sent me to deliver a rather important message."
"Pollux? Wait, ain't you the guy from one of the previous games? Weren't you a serial killer?"
"Potential serial killer thank you very much, and I prefer assassin. But that's beside the point. I'm afraid I've come here to act as a replacement."
"Oh? You're replacing the kid? Ah. That's rough. Only one day in and they're already kicking you out. Sorry kiddo, but that's the business for you."
"Aww man. Things were starting to get interesting."
"Actually, the kid is staying. You're the one I'm supposed to replace. Apparently know-it-all snarking just... doesn't cut it these days."
"What? You gotta be joking. I'm the freakin' main attraction here. They gotta be crazy if they're gonna write me off for... what's the note say? Cause of a ratings drop? Screw that."
"What happened to "that's the business"?"
"Don't get smart kid. I'll be back before you know it. And you, fuzzbutt. Don't ruin things in my absence."
"You don't have to worry about me ruining anything... anyway. Kid? I've got the results from the night. Let's read em out together, shall we?"
"Hah, okay. Let's see here... ouch. Well this is bad. It looks like Shaddus was Savaged by monsters last night."
---
Shaddus was:
Raphael: You are the Archangel of
Healing. Your name literally is a request for god to white-mage
patchup your wounds. You're not as famous as the angels Gabriel or
Michael, but you're still here to offer your support to them as best
you can. After all, the only thing that truly matters is doing the
duty that you are commanded to do. Now if only you hadn't lost sight
of the other two on your way here.
Role: You win when the monster
rebellion is over, and the violence is at an end.
The Healer: You are a healer, and so
once a night you can protect someone from one attempt on their life.
You will not be able to protect yourself.
---
"And that's not even all. Apparently, Luce has also been slain. He was killed by cuts and burns."
---
Luce was:
The White Fox of Inari: Inari Ökami is the spirit of lots of nice
stuff, like rice-wine and tea. But most importantly to you, she's the
spirit of foxes, and you are a fox on a mission. To reclaim the
island of Sado for all of fox-kin. In order to do that, you need to
defeat that blasted tanuki Danzaburou. Only with him gone can the
foxes return to the island. You're about evenly matched in strength,
so you can't take him out directly. In all honesty though, he should
be scared, because you're bringing the full brunt of all your vulpine
magic to bear on his miserable self. It shouldn't be that hard to
manipulate the others into bringing him down. Just be careful with
your manipulations. If he isn't brought down by your hand, you won't
get credit, and you'll lose face entirely.
Role: Vindictive. You win if Danzaburou is lynched and you're part
of the vote-train on him. If Danzaburou is killed in any other way,
you become a survivor.
Fox magic: You've got a handful of tricks up your sleeve which you
can use to help you get Danzaburou eliminated. Up to three times in
the game, you can do the following.
Make two person swap locations during the nightphase, thus making
night-actions that target the former target the latter instead, and
vice versa.
Force someone who has already voted to vote on someone else.
Counter one of Danzaburou's transformations.
Divine: You're not an actual god yourself, but due to your
connection to the divine, investigations reveal you as a God.
---
"Indeed. There's been a lot of deaths tonight. That's a first in recent history. Eliminations don't tend to really happen until the second day after all. But we can't start the day just yet. There's other important information that people need to know. First of all,there are Angel feathers missing from Shaddus's corpse. The game also goes into the next day with only fourteen votes available for a lynch."
"Fourteen? But there's still fifteen players remaining, right?"
"Correct. Someone has lost their ability to vote. With that, the important stuff is all out of the way, and we've kept you waiting for the next dayphase long enough. So without further ado."
It is now Day 2. With 14 votes, it is 8 to lynch.
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.
Huh. Well that sucks... No more doctor At least we now know a bit more about who's around... although the missing feathers from Shaddus seems incredibly iffy.
It also sounds like someone is hiding as an angel, who is actually a monster.
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.
Yeah. I'm also not sure what to make of Danzaburou. His wiki-page isn't exactly flattering, perhaps, but he also doesn't seem like a monster. It could be that both Danzaburou and The White Fox of Inari had essentially the same role, in that they would both win if they lynched the other. So possibly, he's now a survivor.
Losing our doctor already is a huge blow. It looks like Shaddus was killed by mafia and somebody else got Luce. I'm leaning towards a SK of some sort since I doubt a vig would kill him for no reason. Hopefully somebody got some substantial information on someone.
I am also quite curious about those feathers. Maybe, they can serve as some kind of enhancement for another role's ability. I am not sure how they could be of use though.
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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.
Every lie you fake, every vote you make
I'll be counting yooou.
AKA Votecount:
Peace and love on the planet earth: (8) Lavinya, Marcella, Aerdureth, Krackenor, Yavina, Vivet, Ellowyn, Shaddus.
Lavinya: (2) Tekora, Falmiis.
Tekora: (1) Silvanus.
With 17 alive, it's 9 to lynch.
It's probably nothing, but I'm keeping my eye on you.
One more person to end the day, guys. Maybe we'll have some information in the morning.
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.
Not immune, but not saying more than that.
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.
---
"Nothing's happening."
"They're playing defensively. No one wants to tip their hand, from fear of making themselves a target. When the masses want you to be an obedient monster-hunter, you better act like an obedient monster-hunter, regardless of what your actual motivations are."
"So what happens now? I mean, if they're not gonna fight each other, does that mean that they're gonna sociably and peacefully work out their differences?"
"Hah, yes. Also, Santa Claus exists, the pope's protestant and politicians truly do have your best interest at heart."
"Cute. So what happens instead?"
"We wait. People are gonna withdraw. Do their own thing. Some to gather information. Some to craft lies. Some to take action for their cause through murder. And tomorrow, some poor unfortunate soul is gonna be the victim of this bloodlust. Probably."
"Why are you so sure? I mean, they could choose to not kill right? They could choose peace."
"... You're adorably cute when you're so naïve."
It is now Night 1. You all have 48 hours to get in your night-actions.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
"You mean with a proper breakfast? I'm starving. And what's with the coloured text?"
"It's new stuff from HQ. It's supposed to ensure that we're more... distinctive, whatever that means. Either way, let's begin."
"Actually... before we begin. Hi, my name's Pollux. The church sent me to deliver a rather important message."
"Pollux? Wait, ain't you the guy from one of the previous games? Weren't you a serial killer?"
"Potential serial killer thank you very much, and I prefer assassin. But that's beside the point. I'm afraid I've come here to act as a replacement."
"Oh? You're replacing the kid? Ah. That's rough. Only one day in and they're already kicking you out. Sorry kiddo, but that's the business for you."
"Aww man. Things were starting to get interesting."
"Actually, the kid is staying. You're the one I'm supposed to replace. Apparently know-it-all snarking just... doesn't cut it these days."
"What? You gotta be joking. I'm the freakin' main attraction here. They gotta be crazy if they're gonna write me off for... what's the note say? Cause of a ratings drop? Screw that."
"What happened to "that's the business"?"
"Don't get smart kid. I'll be back before you know it. And you, fuzzbutt. Don't ruin things in my absence."
"You don't have to worry about me ruining anything... anyway. Kid? I've got the results from the night. Let's read em out together, shall we?"
"Hah, okay. Let's see here... ouch. Well this is bad. It looks like Shaddus was Savaged by monsters last night."
---
Shaddus was:
Raphael: You are the Archangel of Healing. Your name literally is a request for god to white-mage patchup your wounds. You're not as famous as the angels Gabriel or Michael, but you're still here to offer your support to them as best you can. After all, the only thing that truly matters is doing the duty that you are commanded to do. Now if only you hadn't lost sight of the other two on your way here.
Role: You win when the monster rebellion is over, and the violence is at an end.
The Healer: You are a healer, and so once a night you can protect someone from one attempt on their life. You will not be able to protect yourself.
---"And that's not even all. Apparently, Luce has also been slain. He was killed by cuts and burns."
---
Luce was:
The White Fox of Inari: Inari Ökami is the spirit of lots of nice stuff, like rice-wine and tea. But most importantly to you, she's the spirit of foxes, and you are a fox on a mission. To reclaim the island of Sado for all of fox-kin. In order to do that, you need to defeat that blasted tanuki Danzaburou. Only with him gone can the foxes return to the island. You're about evenly matched in strength, so you can't take him out directly. In all honesty though, he should be scared, because you're bringing the full brunt of all your vulpine magic to bear on his miserable self. It shouldn't be that hard to manipulate the others into bringing him down. Just be careful with your manipulations. If he isn't brought down by your hand, you won't get credit, and you'll lose face entirely.
Role: Vindictive. You win if Danzaburou is lynched and you're part of the vote-train on him. If Danzaburou is killed in any other way, you become a survivor.
Fox magic: You've got a handful of tricks up your sleeve which you can use to help you get Danzaburou eliminated. Up to three times in the game, you can do the following.
Make two person swap locations during the nightphase, thus making night-actions that target the former target the latter instead, and vice versa.
Force someone who has already voted to vote on someone else.
Counter one of Danzaburou's transformations.
Divine: You're not an actual god yourself, but due to your connection to the divine, investigations reveal you as a God.
---
"Indeed. There's been a lot of deaths tonight. That's a first in recent history. Eliminations don't tend to really happen until the second day after all. But we can't start the day just yet. There's other important information that people need to know. First of all,there are Angel feathers missing from Shaddus's corpse. The game also goes into the next day with only fourteen votes available for a lynch."
"Fourteen? But there's still fifteen players remaining, right?"
"Correct. Someone has lost their ability to vote. With that, the important stuff is all out of the way, and we've kept you waiting for the next dayphase long enough. So without further ado."
It is now Day 2. With 14 votes, it is 8 to lynch.
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.