[Telas]

Ahh...thank you Serc, that's a detail I think I remember reading, but I had forgotten.

[Path-Shaper]

Now resolving Night 1, please wait until Day is announced to start the crazy.

[Telas]

I will have to go crazy later. I can no longer stick around unfortunately. Booo.

[Anomandaris]

Osseric, on 04 July 2012 - 01:55 PM, said:

I am saying there is a guy named silanah, he has been dead as long as we remember and then suddenly votes.
1.we don't know if dead are among town faction or not.
2.we dont know if silanah has SH access or not.
3.why should i trust silanah and vote after her?
I apologize for actually thinking before voting.

I see why you don't want to follow a random vote, that doesn't have any explanation with it. But I don't think it will do to just ignore them. You complete refusal to vote for Kaschan makes you look really suspicious.
It will be interesting to see if we will see votes from the people who died day 1 or if it is a special mechanic for Silanah and Telas(?).

[Kaschan]

Dropping like flies. I'm not sure how this game will last 2-3 weeks. And thank you for not lynching me. I do like playing the game. I mean the lynch of following a dead man's vote seems an interesting approach, but as someone has already said, with no CF, how do we know that deadman was town.

[Anomandaris]

Osseric, on 04 July 2012 - 02:06 PM, said:

If the player only has vote and other harmless(no killing ability) it a possibility.i just mentiones that cause she was dead.

Being dead doesn't necessarily mean that you get SH access and giving someone who can still vote access to the complete game information would most likely brake the game.

[Anomandaris]

Kaschan, on 04 July 2012 - 03:11 PM, said:

Dropping like flies. I'm not sure how this game will last 2-3 weeks. And thank you for not lynching me. I do like playing the game. I mean the lynch of following a dead man's vote seems an interesting approach, but as someone has already said, with no CF, how do we know that deadman was town.

With the CFs we get right now we don't even know if someone we lynch is town. However the full CF is unlocked, I hope it happens fast.

[Kaschan]

This is D'rek's game. And she stated that the game will not be impossible to figure out. Thus, I think that there is a lot in her storyline posts.

For instance, the woman clutching at the barbarian may have established a lover connection.

The thing that I'm trying to figure out (and please D'rek, could you clarify) is if there is a role-playing component to the game. Do we have to post actions here or in the PM such as "examine dead boy" or "rifle through clothing" to accomplish things?

[Path-Shaper]

Kaschan, on 04 July 2012 - 03:18 PM, said:

The thing that I'm trying to figure out (and please D'rek, could you clarify) is if there is a role-playing component to the game. Do we have to post actions here or in the PM such as "examine dead boy" or "rifle through clothing" to accomplish things?

No, there's nothing like that (only Bubba does that!). Any "action" you can take is detailed in role/Esper PMs, there's no hidden guessing games.

[Path-Shaper]

After leaving the altar room, they had shuffled off alone or in small groups to nearby small rooms. Exhaustion defeated fright, so one and all they each fell asleep.

No rays of sunlight reached the tunnels, so they did not all awaken together. A lanky, purple-haired woman thought she was the first to awaken as she padded through the halls, but then saw torchlight flickering from the altar room. Within she found the scholar, his face pressed so close to the glyphs on the walls that he was blocking the light of the torch he held. She tapped a hand against the wall to alert him and he glanced over. Ritual morning greetings were exchanged, then he turned back to the wall.

"You can read these?" asked the woman. Without looking back, the scholar replied "Vaguely. These glyphs are vaguely similar to the script used in Jaghut writings. Not enough to decipher their meaning by that alone, but considering the difference between most Jaghut writings and the known excerpts of Gothos' Folly, it looks to me like these glyphs are an even older Jaghut writing system. So, by extending the differences between Jaghut script and its Folly incarnation even further, I can guess at some of the meaning here."

"What does it say?" the woman interjected, cutting to the point lest the scholar continue blabbering all morning.

A flash of irritation on the man's face, then he continued, pointing to various glyphs. "The overlined symbols are phonetics, for proper terms. This recurring group should sound something like 'ba-ha-mud'. Then these proper nouns here would sound like 'se-kel-in', here 'feen-nis' and here 'boll-ad'."

"Yes, yes, but what does it actually say?!"

"It's a warning."

"A what? A warning? About what?"

"About this 'bahamud'. It says 'bahamud' went out of control and destroyed - or maybe corrupted? - the 'se-kel-in' and 'boll-ad' sent to - or maybe sent after? - it. That it couldn't be... held? contained? by a 'feen-nis'. This part here is easily translated: It says, simply, that releasing 'bahamud' will bring a fate worse than death. It says it over and over and over again."

"I didn't think Sekarand was into dire pronouncements..."

"In ancient Jaghut glyphs? No, I don't think Sekarand had anything to do with this. He probably never even knew these halls existed."

Several pairs of footsteps echoed from the hallway, then a few other adventurers stumbled sleepily into the room.

"Good morning everyone. The scholar here sure has some great news for us all..."

---

It is Day 2. 33 hours and 59 minutes remaining
12 Players still alive: Anomandaris, Barghast, D'riss, Kaschan, Liosan, Osseric, Rashan, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Telas, Tellan, Thyrllan

8 votes to lynch.

This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 04 July 2012 - 03:25 PM

[Kaschan]

And as the scholar, I do have one other thing to add. One of my abilities is deduction, which allows me to have a head count on cult. Currently, as of the end of day 1, there are 2 scum players. If I have other roles, you will have to wait until I find it expedient to reveal them.

I wanted to reveal since my role is helpful, but not yet integral to towns success. But also, the description in the narrative matches who I am, so I assume the same is true for other people.

[Path-Shaper]

It is Day 2. 33 hours and 47 minutes remaining
12 Players still alive: Anomandaris, Barghast, D'riss, Kaschan, Liosan, Osseric, Rashan, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Telas, Tellan, Thyrllan

8 votes to lynch.

1 Vote for Osseric ( Fener )

[Kaschan]

Path-Shaper, on 04 July 2012 - 03:35 PM, said:

It is Day 2. 33 hours and 47 minutes remaining
12 Players still alive: Anomandaris, Barghast, D'riss, Kaschan, Liosan, Osseric, Rashan, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Telas, Tellan, Thyrllan

8 votes to lynch.

1 Vote for Osseric ( Fener )

Fascinating. This would explain why the game is going to last longer than 2-3 weeks.

D'rek, can we lynch Fener? Or is he a silent player more like a game mechanic than an actual player?

[Anomandaris]

Kaschan, on 04 July 2012 - 03:33 PM, said:

And as the scholar, I do have one other thing to add. One of my abilities is deduction, which allows me to have a head count on cult. Currently, as of the end of day 1, there are 2 scum players. If I have other roles, you will have to wait until I find it expedient to reveal them.

I wanted to reveal since my role is helpful, but not yet integral to towns success. But also, the description in the narrative matches who I am, so I assume the same is true for other people.

Does that mean that there were two scum at the beginning of night or at the end of it?

[Path-Shaper]

Kaschan, on 04 July 2012 - 03:37 PM, said:

Path-Shaper, on 04 July 2012 - 03:35 PM, said:

It is Day 2. 33 hours and 47 minutes remaining
12 Players still alive: Anomandaris, Barghast, D'riss, Kaschan, Liosan, Osseric, Rashan, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Telas, Tellan, Thyrllan

8 votes to lynch.

1 Vote for Osseric ( Fener )

Fascinating. This would explain why the game is going to last longer than 2-3 weeks.

D'rek, can we lynch Fener? Or is he a silent player more like a game mechanic than an actual player?

You can only vote for players who are currently in the "X players still alive: ____, ____, ____, etc" list.

[Kaschan]

Path-Shaper, on 04 July 2012 - 03:39 PM, said:

Kaschan, on 04 July 2012 - 03:37 PM, said:

Path-Shaper, on 04 July 2012 - 03:35 PM, said:

It is Day 2. 33 hours and 47 minutes remaining
12 Players still alive: Anomandaris, Barghast, D'riss, Kaschan, Liosan, Osseric, Rashan, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Telas, Tellan, Thyrllan

8 votes to lynch.

1 Vote for Osseric ( Fener )

Fascinating. This would explain why the game is going to last longer than 2-3 weeks.

D'rek, can we lynch Fener? Or is he a silent player more like a game mechanic than an actual player?

You can only vote for players who are currently in the "X players still alive: ____, ____, ____, etc" list.

Thank you m'lady.

@ Anom, at the start of night.

[Kaschan]

Path-Shaper said:

Sekarand's Tower was not even two decades old, but it was widely know to be the most haunted structure in all of Theft. The liches howled wildly every night and could be seen wandering in the tower and the grounds. By the time Sergeant Guld retired from the city watch and had the liches cease their howling, every home and store for ten blocks around the Tower had been abandoned. Rumours that the liches had stopped screaming eventually spread, but the citizens of Moll were too interested in their continued survival to move back into the Tower's neighbourhood. The same quality cannot be applied to the many adventurers, treasure hunters, scholars and other riff raff who came from across Theft and beyond to delve what the High Sorceror had left behind...

Having not been a particularly good sorceror, Sekarand's mysteries were largely disappointing to scholars, fortune seekers and practitioners alike. One by one the travellers departed to seek their fame elsewhere. Only about a dozen were left when the secret barrow was found beneath the tower's lowest sub-basement. Oddly, there was no trap door or other entrance into the barrow, just a crack in the floor that gave away its existence. How then did Sekarand get into it? Leaving that question for later, the remaining adventurers dug their way into the barrow, each expecting to find buried beneath the tower the gold, ancient scrolls, magical artefacts or other treasure they sought. Jumping down through the crack brought the adventurers into what seemed to be an empty storage closet. Torches were lit, warrens were probed and the adventurers set off through the open closet doorway. Beyond, a short hallway soon became a labyrinth of rooms, stairs and passageways, all pitch black and deserted.

Onwards and downwards they went, each Adventurer sure that someone else would remember the way out, until the last torch died and still no treasure had been found. Surrounded now in darkness, they could see light streaming around a corner ahead. Running towards the light in a panicked mob, they rushed into a domed chamber, lit with blue and red light, every wall covered in arcane glyphs. In the chamber's center was a raised shallow basin, or perhaps an altar of sorts. Sitting in the basin, its contours matching the bowl's curvature, sat a crystalline sphere made of red and dark blue translucent crystal. A close inspection of the sphere revealed it to be hollow and filled with a pulsing purple mist which floated and flowed randomly. It was this orb which lit the room, casting the walls in slashes of red and blue which deepened and flared randomly.

The adventurers stared transfixed at the sphere for several minutes, until a grizzled old treasure hunter cleared his throat and said "That's a shiny rock, how much ya think we can sell it for?"

The adventurers had been reluctant at first to get too close to the crystalline ball, but it had not reacted when the young boy from the group ran up and placed his bare hand upon it. After that they had all stepped forward to touch it and agreed they would share its sale, but even with a pair of muscled treasure hunters, a Jheck warrior and a fully-grown Fenn they couldn't move the sphere so much as an inch. For half a bell they tried every trick to dislodge it and then another half a bell trying to break the altar under it, but not a scrap of progress was made. Those who had struggled with the orb sat panting in the center of the room while the rest of the crowd mingled around the domed chamber chatting and examining the wall panels.

Among the adventurers was a man of very dark skin, wrapped in a black cloak, who wore black gloves and black boots. His hair was - you guessed it - black. No one had yet spoken more than a few words to him, since he sneered at anyone who approached. Now his eyes fixated on a young Theftian girl in tattered clothes who was chatting away near the orb. He stepped forward, threw back his cloak (revaling a black shirt and black pants) and shouted a short stream of words too fast to understand. The girl understood enough to take it as a flirtation and immediately rejected the man. Confused, the man babbled incoherently for a few moments before pulling out two long knives from his belt sheaths and lunging forward. The girl was surprised and didn't react for several heartbeats. A master assassin would have used those moments to plant the knives, re-sheath them and disappear before any reaction was possible.

This man was not a master assassin.

He awkwardly swung himself forward so slowly that the girl nearly had enough time to throw herself to the side and out of the killer's reach. The assailant pushed himself far enough forward that his leading knife sliced through the girl's's stomach and then lost his balance and stumbled forward while the girl fell to the ground clutching her gaping chest wound. Arms and knives flailing helplessly, legs tangled in his victim's, the killer stumbled forward for a few frantic steps until he crashed into the crystal sphere. As his body was suddenly halted his arms flew forward, one gripped long-knife swinging around to slice a deep gash across the side of his own neck, the other long-knife jamming itself to the hilt in the pulsing ball of rock.

Fener is dead. He was Mekin Zikulka.
Eloth is dead. She was Amee Najayin.

The onlookers had the time between one heartbeat and the next to stare at the scene in complete silence and then the sphere exploded outward. Shrapnel flew, knocking to the ground those too slow to have ducked. Through the flying shrapnel and through closed eyelids, and even through hands covering faces, the adventurers saw three bright flashes of light - one blue, one red and the last a deep, sickly purple. After the final flare of colour faded away, the adventurers lay wounded and moaning in complete and utter darkness...


Everyone lays on the ground, hands covering their faces, as shards of glass and stone ricochet overhead in a deadly hail. Most are silent, but one member of the group shrieks loudly and audibly.

"GHOST! GHOST! THERE'S A SHADE ATTACKING ME!"

Some concerned adventurers peek around between their fingers, but they don't see any ghosts. Well, that shrieking woman seemed pretty weird anyways - darker skinned than seems possible and dressed in desert robes despite the cold winds that come to Moll from the Stormrider straits? Yup, definitely just a crazy, they thought and went back to huddling in the fetal position.

Darkness all around, and the echos of hammering stones slowly fell to silence. Moans of pain, the rustling of crawling bodies, a woman screaming and cursing like a sailor, then falling silent, and then finally an orange globe of light appeared in the center of the room, illuminating the adventurers. "Not anotha' one!" cried the little boy. "Relax," spoke a man in white robes, "this is just a light source. Is everyone okay?"

Near the empty altar, a large man sporting numerous scars climbed to his feet and kicked at the corpse of the dead assassin. "This guy sure ain't okay. And that sliced up teen lass looks pretty dead, too."

"There's a young woman over here who's cut up to shreds," called an old woman.

The white-robed man went over to examine the injured woman, who's streaked hair was now soaked in blood, and soon pronounced her dead.

Kalse is dead. She was Luvaya Fiodethel

"So what now?" asked one man.

"What do you mean 'what now'? By Dryjhna's dead teats, we get out of here!" This from a sandy-haired woman who had wrapped herself around a hairy barbarian in fear, though her eyes did not seem as shocked as her gesture indicated.

"We are all too exhausted to make the journey back," responded the scarred man. "If we try now, we'll get lost and collapse in some random chamber and spend the rest of our lives wandering around here. Let's find a room and get some rest, first."

Wearily, everyone agreed, so they shuffled off to the nearby side chambers and each collapsed into fitful slumber.

After leaving the altar room, they had shuffled off alone or in small groups to nearby small rooms. Exhaustion defeated fright, so one and all they each fell asleep.

No rays of sunlight reached the tunnels, so they did not all awaken together. A lanky, purple-haired woman thought she was the first to awaken as she padded through the halls, but then saw torchlight flickering from the altar room. Within she found the scholar, his face pressed so close to the glyphs on the walls that he was blocking the light of the torch he held. She tapped a hand against the wall to alert him and he glanced over. Ritual morning greetings were exchanged, then he turned back to the wall.

"You can read these?" asked the woman. Without looking back, the scholar replied "Vaguely. These glyphs are vaguely similar to the script used in Jaghut writings. Not enough to decipher their meaning by that alone, but considering the difference between most Jaghut writings and the known excerpts of Gothos' Folly, it looks to me like these glyphs are an even older Jaghut writing system. So, by extending the differences between Jaghut script and its Folly incarnation even further, I can guess at some of the meaning here."

"What does it say?" the woman interjected, cutting to the point lest the scholar continue blabbering all morning.

A flash of irritation on the man's face, then he continued, pointing to various glyphs. "The overlined symbols are phonetics, for proper terms. This recurring group should sound something like 'ba-ha-mud'. Then these proper nouns here would sound like 'se-kel-in', here 'feen-nis' and here 'boll-ad'."

"Yes, yes, but what does it actually say?!"

"It's a warning."

"A what? A warning? About what?"

"About this 'bahamud'. It says 'bahamud' went out of control and destroyed - or maybe corrupted? - the 'se-kel-in' and 'boll-ad' sent to - or maybe sent after? - it. That it couldn't be... held? contained? by a 'feen-nis'. This part here is easily translated: It says, simply, that releasing 'bahamud' will bring a fate worse than death. It says it over and over and over again."

"I didn't think Sekarand was into dire pronouncements..."

"In ancient Jaghut glyphs? No, I don't think Sekarand had anything to do with this. He probably never even knew these halls existed."

Several pairs of footsteps echoed from the hallway, then a few other adventurers stumbled sleepily into the room.

"Good morning everyone. The scholar here sure has some great news for us all..."

The story thus far. I will be commenting in the next couple of posts.

Edit: missed a story fragment about ghosts attacking, added to the quote above

This post has been edited by Kaschan: 04 July 2012 - 04:07 PM

[Anomandaris]

So, if they recruited successfully tonight they have three players now.

[Barghast]

Fener is dead but not dead?

nice reveal, Kaschan, well timed I suppose although it has the effect of bringing some heat of Osseric (which I think was about to start building)

[Kaschan]

Current Cast of Characters:

• Grizzled Old Treasure Hunter
• Little Boy
• Muscled Treasure Hunters (x2)
• Jheck Warrior
• Adult Fenn
• The Not-So-Master Assassin, Mekin Zikulka aka Fener [DEAD]
• Poor Theftian Girl, Amee Najayin aka Eloth [DEAD]
• Dark Skinned woman in desert robes under assault from ghosts (one of our ESPARs?)
• Old woman
• Man in White Robes (source of orange light? coroner finder since he proclaimed Kalse dead?)
• Scarred man
• Woman with sailor curses and streaky hair, Luvaya Fiodethel aka Kalse [Dead]
• Sandy-haired woman (wrapped around the barbarian)
• Hairy Barbarian
• Lanky, Purple-haired Woman
• Scholar, Iddil Miratus aka Kaschan

Edit: missed the old woman and overly dark woman in desert robes

This post has been edited by Kaschan: 04 July 2012 - 04:09 PM