Messages to send out:
Ruse:
Despite holding your peace, it seems it's still not enough. Rumours reach you that the noble house that was angry with you yesterday, is doubling it's efforts tomorrow.
All your day powers are negated tomorrow and you are not allowed to vote on lynches.
Ruse 2:
A schooled and then freed gladiator is delivered to your mansion. The letter of recommendation he comes with from the gladiator training school recommends him as a bodyguard who will rather die than let anyone harm you. When you ask him who his previous lord was, he turns out to be mute and unable to write. Neither is the training school willing to reveal the previous owner.
You gain 1 BP against all types of kills, but not against lynches.
D'riss:
You are greeted by your wife when you rise for breakfast, which consists of wine and cheese. She's just arrived from an orgy at some nouveau riche merchants house, where decadence reigns. She looks well pleased, although a little worn out. Under the disguise of a kiss on your cheek, she murmurs: '
Hood's Path is with the Republicans. Now, old man, in return, on your way to the Senate, you will buy me a Nubian slave, male, young, supple. You will sent him here with strict orders to have him bathed and cleaned, then sent to me for... inspection. I'll be in the bedroom.'
Korlat:
Apparently, one of your followers has been a little too forthright about his loyalties during an orgy yesterday. It is the talk of the town that Hood's Path is a member of the Republicans.
Liosan:
You find Ampelas on the corner of the Forum. “I heard you were selling your country villa, my friend?”
“Business is slow, unfortunately, and it seems it will remain that way for as long as this chaos continues,” the other man grunts. “But you wouldn’t be burdened by that, would you? If one profit is lost, you find three or four other goldmines.”
“Maybe I can help you out, as a friendly favour to a fellow senator. We have been colleagues for a very long time, but so far, I don’t quite understand your opinion and role in all the current chaos. Maybe you could enlighten me, as a… favour in return?”
His last used power is:
Night Power: target another player. That player receives a Bulletproof.
His target for this action was:
Thyrllan.
Galayn Lord:
You try to purchase the loyalties of Shadow's personal scribe to find out what he has been up to, and with whom.
Unfortunately, the man seems to have a sense of loyalty that outweighs your offer, and as such, you fail to learn Shadow's current occupation.
Ampelas:
A small retinue of armed men seeks audience with you in the middle of the night. They're foreigners, careersoldiers one and all. With such a crack squad at your back, you could take out nearly any target, but chances of yours and theirs survival in such an attempt are slim to non-existent: these men are soldiers, not assassins.
You receive the following power:
Night Power: Once per game, you may send the name of another player to the mods. Both you and target player are killed. Bullet Proofs do not save you from your own destruction, but may save the other player.
Rashan:
You are a wanted man, and there's a lot of attention centered on you, some of it flattering, some of it unwanted. Someone tried to murder you, someone else tried to recruit you.
You lose 1 BP and lose your recruit proof.
Mockra:
You receive another message in the secret cypher, this one reading:
HP maybe Republican counter. If he’s like me, he’s unrecruitable. I think us and reps have smaller factions than Jul, but Jul can’t recruit yet. We need info from Reps to clear setup.
Mockra 2:
Apparently, one of your followers has been a little too forthright about his loyalties during an orgy yesterday. It is the talk of the town that Shadow is a member of the Brutii.
Gamelon:
You are greeted by your wife when you rise for breakfast. She's just arrived from an orgy at some nouveau riche merchants house, where decadence reigns. She looks well pleased, although a little worn out. Under the disguise of a kiss on your cheek, she murmurs: '
Shadow is with the Brutii. Now, old man, in return, on your way to the Senate, you will buy me a Nubian slave, male, young, supple. You will sent him here with strict orders to have him bathed and cleaned, then sent to me for... inspection. I'll be in the bedroom.'
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I think that is all... Gavin's (lack of a) provisional actually doesn't matter as he's guarded by Sir Korlat.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 08 January 2009 - 09:18 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
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