She hurried to finish wiping down the tables and cleaning the bar. It had been a very long night. The last patron had finally been ushered out and the tavern was closed. Usually, her boss stayed to see her safely home but he had pressing matters tonight. He had offered to stay but she told him she would be fine. After all, she lived so close.
"There, finally done!" she grabbed her wrap before leaving the tavern and locking the door. She walked quickly toward home. As she passed a darkened alleyway, she couldn't help but peer in as she walked past. But she saw nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued on.
She thought she heard footsteps behind her, so she looked back...but there was no one. "Stop this, you'll drive yourself crazy," she whispered to herself. Then she noticed something...someone? up ahead. She slowed her walk but then... hmmm she wasn't sure. Oh, it was just the shadows playing tricks on her, she realized. But, her relief was short-lived as her eyes widened and her expression turned to puzzlement, then pure horror...
Her blood flowed into the ground as she lay just feet from her front door.
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Raptor is dead!
Role - Villager: You are Marguerite. You are the barmaid and know everyone in town, as most eventually stop in to quench their thirsts.
Day Action: You will vote to lynch a player during the day.
Alignment: Village - You win when all threats against the village are dead.
She was an early riser. Something about the quiet peacefulness right before dawn soothed her soul. She was used to the quiet. After all these years...she had grown accustomed to her lonely life.
She put the kettle on over the fire and looked out the window. It was still so dark, but soon the sky would begin to lighten. She silently planned out her morning. As usual, she would gather the eggs, have a light breakfast then tend to the garden at first light.
Suddenly, she heard the chickens squawking loudly. She grabbed the lantern and hurried out the door, stopping on the way to the chicken coup for a pitch fork. Those coyotes weren't going to get any of her chickens today!
In her haste, she didn't notice the eyes watching her. She flung open the door to the chicken coup and raised the pitch fork. The lantern illuminated the coup and the chickens were fluttering about, still squawking loudly...but they were fine. Annoyed, she set down the pitch fork and was about to gather the eggs...when something came from behind and knocked her down. The lantern crashed to the ground, shattering, catching pieces of straw on fire.
As she lay on the hen house floor, she faced it square in the eyes. Her fate...so this was how it would end for her? She had her answer as her jugular was severed.
Flames began to dance around her lifeless body. The chickens squawked louder as their house burned.
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Ahoda is dead!
Role - Old Hag: You are old and usually ignored by the villagers as they think of you as irrelevant. You know differently, though. You have lived a long life and have learned few things. One of these is how to enact your revenge - or mercy - upon your neighbors.
Day Action: You will vote to lynch a player during the day.
Night Action: Each night you may place a "pox" on any player. That player must leave the village for the next day. They may not take part in discussion, lynching or any other activities which take place; however, there is mercy in your actions as this also means that player is safe from being killed during the day. You may not place a pox upon yourself.
Alignment: Village - You win when all threats against the village are dead.
Player List:
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Boc
Colby
Curtis
Faith
Hot Cocoa
Julie
Moose
Paco
Shadow
Sherlock Hermes
Shiki
Trickz
Woodoodoo
It is now Day 7. With 13 alive, it takes 7 to reach a majority. Plurality is in effect. The day will end in 24 hours.
Don't know how long to let you off the hook curtis. Are there still inactives? Still no counter yet. We know there are 2 or 3 wolves left? I don't remember the role info.
Holy shit, I thought I vas gone for good! And yes, Colby posting images the other as day as if he were silenced instantly sounded the alarms. I didn't want to say anything since there was already a train on Tony, whom I had began to believe was scum. Curtis, I'm not so sure about you anymore, but for right now, ##Lynch Colby.
Ahoda was completely wrong about what a Lycan is, Greenday was right. I know it's not gonna be 100% faithful to the real werewolf game, but so far it has been. Lyncans are straight up told they're Lycans. Literally says it right on that card Greenday posted. I know JUST A SILLY CARD etc, but it's undeniable that that's what the role is
My role title is Lycan, not Villager. I almost claimed Lycan in my very first post of the game but I'm sure you can all guess how well that would go over. Me announcing that I scan as scum on D1 (: . NO THANKS!
Colby tried to put doubt into the image-person yesterday too if you look back at his posts. He said he thought that was a werewolf role and that they image'd him to silence his theory. I don't buy that at all, I'm pretty confident that role/Moose are Town
Yes, I am Town. I am the Spellcaster. My role lets me 'silence' a player. They can't speak in words, but they can post in images, smilies, and still give lynch votes. The first few days were just me picking a random player, since there wasn't much to go off on. Did you have fun yesterday, Curt, my man?
Night Action: Each night you may place a "pox" on any player. That player must leave the village for the next day. They may not take part in discussion, lynching or any other activities which take place; however, there is mercy in your actions as this also means that player is safe from being killed during the day. You may not place a pox upon yourself.
Well, I guess that explains why a person was excluded almost every day. I'm a little surprised it was a town role.
