Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 2:32 pm
Lady Lambdadelta is at L-2.
Dmitri Damanos wrote:Victory is inevitable.Spoiler: Bask in Your Glory
You've fought hard to get this far. The pathetic little petty bandit you used to be is no more. You robbed trains. You stole the precious revolvers of the western empire. You rode the mighty grodens in your raids, gaining enough fear that villages trembled at your presence. The eastern kingdom came close to annihilating you many times, but always, you would survive, stronger than before from the experience.
You would come in, then run out, before being stopped by the armies of the world. No raptor, no horse, could catch you. Perhaps the northern tribes could, you weren't exactly eager to find out. In the simple, humble lives, it's not like they'd have much for you to steal anyway. The only reason you could have had to attack them was purely to tick them off and gain a reputation, but you weren't exactly interested in becoming international hit list target #1.
At the time, anyway. Of course you relish in that title now, but at the time...the governments of both the western and eastern nations saw you as nothing more than a mere nuisance. And you probably would have stayed that way if not forhim. Haha. In a way...for the humiliation that he brought upon you, you should be thankful. If not for the experience, the brush with death, that he granted you...you would likely have continued as you were for the rest of your likely-long, lush, but ultimately, boring and insignificant life.
The villages of the eastern kingdom couldn't get help from their brownskin leaders, so the yellowskin cowards pleaded to the paleskins. In their desperation, they tried to get you classified as a beast worthy of hunting. Of course, any sensible person would turn them down. Many did. Most did. Butthat mandidn't. No. That bloodsucker, not that you knew it when you first fought him.
Nicholas Schroder. That name will forever be burned into your mind. He heard the call of the people, and irrationally...going against all logical hunter behavior...he accepted. He stayed in the villages, staking them out, until you arrived. And once you realized one hunter against two-dozen bandits was a bad idea for the bandits, you were forced to retreat...yet he followed. He pursued. Time and time again, on your trail, preventing many otherwise-successful raids from going through.
He was usually too late to stop the worst of the carnage...but he was still annoying, especially when he would get ahead and altogether avert an oncoming attack. Always, he would pursue. Unrelenting. Unwavering. Without hesitation. He would continue to attack. Again and again...until soon, new prospective recruits were more afraid of him than of rejecting you. That, you could not stand for. So you stopped running. Layer after layer, you had been forced to move from, since he could find them.
And that's when you laid the trap. You lured him out with a train raid, and as he pursued, you retreated into your layer. Unable to stop him on the attack, you figured you might be able to stop him for good in defense. And, oh, how wrong you were. But it was because of what you saw that day that you learned the truth. You had, personally, critically wounded him after a cheap trick. Yet even after being stabbed in the back, after having been practically bifurcated by your mighty greatsword...he had strength enough to grab onto one of your men.
And you saw fangs.
Fangs.
The brilliant red glow of his eyes, as he ripped out the flesh of your goon, and drained him. The dripping crimson from his mouth as he stood up, energized once more. His wounds weren't healed enough that he was in full fighting condition. You could have probably killed him there. But no...you ran.
You RAN.
Once more, you used his weakened state to escape, sacrificing all your men in the process, terrified.
But also knowing.
Nobody would believe the word of a random bandit.
But youknew.
So you went underground.
You sought answers, and figured...if hunters were THAT. If hunters were abominations capable of those feats you had seen, from your countless battles with them...why did only the best of them dare face lycans? Why were lycans so hard for them to kill? You founded the wulden cult to dig deeper into the supernatural, researching across the world.
Traveling from one location to another, always hidden. Occasionally, Nicholas would touch the surface of your organization, slowing you down. But you were patient. You waited. And eventually, you mastered lycanthropy. Eventually, you spread your secrets to the wuldens. And then...you were contacted. Some force gave you a final tip-off. You knew where to find evidence of the hunter's origins, yet it was a stronghold not even lycans could overcome...so you needed something greater.
Something that same tip said could come from a source you knew...Alexis Galenos. Schroder's love interest. You fancied her yourself, but were never able to hold onto her that long, thanks to his meddling. So now, the wicked plan formed, you set into motion the twisted fate that would give birth to Gistou as it is now known: you kidnapped her. Tortured her. And discovered her secret, that she was not, in fact, actually alive. Her distinct green skin was not from being a subset of the yellowskins. No, she was actually deceased, considered such, just as you had figured the hunters were...no, you knew they were better known by a different name.
The little bastard vampire caught up, but he was too late. The fool had a choice between pursuing you, with your precious research, or saving the girl, and he decided to doom the world by doing the latter. And now, as the leader of the undead lycan wulden, you exposed the bloodsuckers for what they were, seized control of territory, and declared open war against the world. Most recently, you killed a general hailing from The Great Ridge, Aries Gratian, and have decided that momentarily, this shall serve as a convenient alias.
In post 6337, No Retreat wrote:My stance is still the same, my gut still feels like this is more likely to be town LLD based on her lack of playing.
Seems inconsistent, I don't like the way he interacted with the wagon.In post 6382, No Retreat wrote:I think this is a bit nearsighted. LLD's wagon is prob CRAWLING with other wulden(that would be bussing her?)/isolationists/3rd party Wake.In post 6366, Toogeloo wrote:When (ok, ok, if) LLD flips scum, make sure to look back at the votes and check which people needed a little "extra" convincing to move their vote from low hanging bacde to LLD. Check for probable motivation for protecting LLD from a lynch before realizing that wasn't a possibility.
Mathblade's flip shows exception to the rule of Great Ridge flips as well now.In post 5879, rb wrote:We just killed Scum from West Empire (Salt Squad), which means that I think we've already killed at least one of the the West Empire EXCEPTIONS to the rule which means it's much more likely the remaining members adhere to the GENERAL rule.
I was rereading last day over night and I wanted to ask
This would be dictated by the strongman's role, not the bulletproof's.In post 6418, Toogeloo wrote:@MASTINA: Does being immune to nightkills include strongman kills as well?