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In post 8096, No Retreat wrote:@Almost

I still don't exactly trust Bcade 'cause he came in an voted for dead scum and I think that was scum trying to fake a derp tell. Him not targeting me last night was also odd but I'm willing to let it right.

How do you feel about DGB? I think she's lurking and useless so I kinda wanna vig that. I held off b/c Heartless wanted me to but I don't get why they thought she was towny.

I still don't trust Exp, as he could have been easily culted and a him/RB team makes some sense. I kinda feel like the reason he wanted me outted so badly is 'cause he tried to cult me and it didn't work. What do you think of him?

You know we could just randomly shoot anyone that's not us and the masons and prob win.


12. davesaz
15. Tim (Iecerint + ActionDan)
17. A Song of Ice and Fire (Frozen Angel + Firebringer)
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23. Expedience
25. TheWayItEnds
26. DrippingGoofball

you take the top half and I'll take the bottom?

In post 8110, No Retreat wrote:

STOP HAMMERTIME

VOTE: rb

New Marius Hemmingway wrote:

Role

You are an

Other

.

[REDACTED - FACTIONAL]

In addition to the above, you retain the following

personal ability

:
During pregame, you selected one of "location" or "nation". Each night, in addition to any night action you perform, you may investigate a player and learn whichever you selected in pregame.

You no longer possess your racial godfather ability.

You give the home

Nation

result of

Other

.
You give the

Location

result of

Erimos

.
You now give the

Race

result of

Other

.

You are now a member of the

Others

faction: You win if your cult controls 50% of the playerlist at any given time.

Original Marius Hemmingway wrote:A special mission awaits you. Dmitri has willed it himself. "Do not think you are being punished, Marius," he said. "This is a task so important I would ask it only of you." The wulden have long-since universally turned themselves into lycans, yourself included. They have come out of the shadows, stopped hiding in their occult roots, the hidden movement now a public faction. All of their once-obscured secrets have been revealed, as the need to operate behind-the-scenes was no longer necessary.

And also supposed to be universal was the call to become a true wulden, the undead improvement to the creature of the gods. Yet laid before you, Dmitri had ordered you not to undergo the procedure. "No, I cannot say any is better suited for the operation you're assigned to." Others laugh at you. Others say that Dmitri Damanos is cruel to you, as to deny you your perfect form. Still more insist to bully you with their newfound strength, saying that a weakling such as yourself does not deserve Dmitri's blessing. They say that if he wished you to be strong, he would have let you become strong, and is intentionally holding you back because he thinks you unworthy.

Heretics, the whole lot of them. To think Dmitri Damanos would mean anything other than what he says! The need for lies and deceit has long-since become obsolete. If your lord and savior says that he has reason for you to not become a full wulden, then the true ruler has good reason to ask it of you. Outsiders call it blind faith. Perhaps they are right...but you see absolutely nothing wrong with devotion to a deity, divinely blessed as he is.

"I need you returned to our roots: a covert operative, to elude detection and sabotage our enemies."

A special mission, which he has selected you, and you alone, for: to be a spymaster, hiding your beasthood from the world and acting as a normal human. You operated as so for ten long years, moving from location to location, nation to nation, even hiding in the Erimos Range. Ten full years of absolute obedience, so you hesitate not for this special assignment. You will play the part of human, for as long as Dmitri Damanos deems it so. His word is all. His word is everything. And you will not fail him.

Role

You are a

Wulden

.

[REDACTED - FACTIONAL]

In addition to the above, you hold the following

personal abilities

:

1. Racial Godfather
   : As long as your race is lycan, you will show up as a
   human
   to racial checks.
2. During pregame, you may select either "location" or "nation". Each night, in addition to any night action you perform, you may investigate a player and learn whichever you selected in pregame.

You give the home

Nation

result of

Other

.
You give the

Location

result of

Erimos

.
You are a

lycan

, but give the

Race

result of

Human

, as per your personal ability.

You win if all

nosferatu

are dead, and the

Wulden Faction

controls 50% of the town, or nothing could prevent this.

Current Kurt Rainer wrote:

Role

You are an

Individual Nosferatu

.

[REDACTED - FACTIONAL]

You additionally hold your

personal ability

:
During pregame, you selected either "location" or "nation". Each night, in addition to any night action you perform, you may investigate a player and learn whichever you selected in pregame.
You give the home

Nation

result of

Northern Tribes

.
You give the

Location

result of

Other

.
You now give the

Race

result of

Nosferatu

.

You have become a member of the

Individual Nosferatu Faction

:
You win when all threats to the new humanity treaty are eliminated, and at least one player with this wincon is alive.

Original Kurt Rainer wrote:You've always lived a peaceful life. The pinkskin tribe you originate from had no set location, so to you, being on horseback (your tribe's specialty) was home. You would always watch in awe as tribal leaders would negotiate with other fellow northern tribesman whenever you rode into their territories, and were ever the eager hunter.

You thought this was the life you would always live. That when you got older, you might fall in love, marry, and continue the same life your parents had taught you how to live. And yet...with the rise of Gistou, the paths once so sacredly traveled by your tribe were in severe danger of nosferatu attacks. Wuldens could encroach at any time, and the risk of undead attacking was not outside the realm of possibility. Fights erupted, and the tribe divided.

The unity you once felt, the home you had sought, now shattered, you've made up your mind: for the sake of the people, you will fight.

Role

You are a

Northern Tribes Human

.
You hold the following

personal ability

:
During pregame, you may select either "location" or "nation". Each night, in addition to any night action you perform, you may investigate a player and learn whichever you selected in pregame.
You give the home

Nation

result of

Northern Tribes

.
You give the

Location

result of

Other

.
You give the

Race

result of

Human

.

You win if all threats to

the

Northern Tribes

faction

have been eliminated.

Alexis Galenos wrote:The burden of war is a great one to bear.

It would be so easy to block it all out.

It would be so easy to run away, to hide, to retreat.

It would be so easy to forget, all the horrible things that have happened while you were around. The

grave

consequences of your actions.

If only you were actually the human you often dreamed you were.

But no...you know very good and well, you are not. The

rotten

truth? You're not exactly flesh-and-blood. And so, all the terrible things are fresh in your memory, and no matter how much you would try to wash them all away, they would always come flooding back. That would be assuming you even tried in the first place.

As it is...you don't think you ever could want to forget. No...these are things, no matter how awful, that must be remembered. You cannot lose sight of how it all began, of how Agnigi fell to Gistou, the world falling apart at its seams. You close your eyes. You pause. You take a deep breath in, and as you exhale...you permit the memories to come back.

You remember how you were

raised

. The rules said to always be in the background and to never reveal your secret, while serving the humans. The result was a shy, timid little girl, who had little to say. Yet you always held this energy about you, as you pranced around, happily, whenever nobody was around. You would explore, you would look around, and when you saw humans, you were always around.

The village where you were born was poor. In it, greenskins like yourself could easily be used as desperate manual labor just for them to stay alive. After all...they needed all the help they could get, and your people wouldn't mind too much. The humans you were around were forced to work harder than greenskins in most areas of the eastern kingdom...and perhaps, it is for that reason, that they refused to force that labor onto you. They treated you as equals, and you bonded with them.

This life, one where nobody would be green with envy, was what your kind was always meant to be. In harmony, in peace, with humanity, and not only as servants, but as sentient life, considered equal to each other, even if you had abilities they did not. You always thought that the undead shouldn't be forced to live their lives this way, that it should be a willing choice.

You would be happy being their servant, but not required to be their servant, especially not if they wished you their equal. The deception seemed unfair, it seemed unnecessary, it seemed like an undead horse kept alive unnaturally long. And for your childish views, the elders by and large did not approve. Especially as you got closer and closer to the humans.

They feared you could disrupt the system, and you didn't care, because you believed in humanity. You believed in their kind compassion. You believed that even in the worst of situations, they would still see the same in you, as you did in them. You would help them, but not because of some obligation to. Because it would be the right thing to do. Helping others, helping life, that is always right. And in spite of your puns to the contrary, all undead are still alive.

When you saw the suffering of the villages, you vowed to help them. The elders continued to lay low. They did what they could, but they were afraid. You were not. So when the word of the bandit attacks reached you, you went to see for yourself the devastation of Dmitri Damanos, and it was then you knew. You knew he had to be stopped. You couldn't get help from the others, and no matter your natural powers, you would be ill-suited for the task, especially if the need to take a life--even a bandit one--

arose

.

So you contacted him. Nick...

Nicholas Schroder

. The shy, timid girl you had been needed to die. You would be humble, still. You knew your limits. You knew you had nothing, other than the kindness of your heart, to offer. You knew it was crazy. Countless other hunters had refused, so what would one more be? You had to try. So you intercepted information about where he was heading, and waited. And waited. For weeks, waiting, hoping, praying, he would show up.

And when he did, without hesitation, you came up to him. You laid out the situation to him, clearly, and tearfully begged for his help. He had to. Nobody else would listen. In him, you saw a spark of something familiar. It took you next to no time to understand...he, too, felt the compassion for humanity you so cherish. That empathy, true empathy, not mere sympathy, not convenient, but from the bottom of his heart, his soul, a feeling of utter love, not to one person, but to all of them.

So he smiled, and he made it his task to pursue. You would travel from place to place. Sometimes, Dmitri Damanos would even see you. He almost burned down your home village, but you confronted him and told him to stop, that he would not wish to. He laughed at the premise. "What would a girl like you possibly have to threaten me with?"

"Nothing. And that's the scariest thing, isn't it?"

Dmitri didn't know you weren't just a human, at least, not at the time. It was from that moment onward that he would make a point of encountering you as often as he could, if only to smirk. The devil would always leave the moment Nick came around. You always encouraged him. You knew he most likely wouldn't need it. If he was at all like you, he would never give up. And yet, all the same, you felt it needed to be vocalized, for him to hear the words you were both thinking.

"Don't let go. Don't lose sight. Never surrender yourself."

You didn't know the secret of the hunters until Dmitri himself told you much later. But it didn't matter. As far as you were concerned, you two brought out the humanity in one another, fighting for a worthy cause. Eventually, Nick was able to corner Dmitri in his lair, but Damanos found a way out, and vanished, without a trace, laying low. Undeterred, you told Nick not to give up, and he never did.

He could have easily settled down at any point, in a village he had helped. He had their gratitude for life. But it wasn't in his nature, so you wouldn't ask it of him. You continued your life in the village, as just another villager, just that one girl who happened to be momentarily brave enough to make a difference by asking the question that would change fate forever, by pleading for the lives of the living.

Ten years, this happiness lasted. At the young age of 34, even by human standards you were barely above being an adult.

...And then HE came back.

Dmitri Damanos

. Before, when you had stared into the eyes of that monster, you had seen just a despicable human. But when the beast came for you, you saw the new demon inside of him. He was different. The lowly bandit who you didn't really want dead, simply stopped, was no more. Any trace of compassion, any trace of humanity, anything even remotely resembling an interest in the normal life was gone.

He had shared his vision before, in a delusion. It was simple. The boy had a bad background, made a lot of wrong choices in life, toughened up, had a hard shell of an exterior, and wanted simple things. He wanted wealth, he dreamed of power, he also lusted after women like you. No doubt he was still a monster, even then, but he was little different from any number of other ambitious, prideful, sinful humans.

...Yet this new look of his was something else. When you had faced him before, you held fear for others, but none for yourself. You saw through him, and knew that he was nothing special, nothing remarkable. His destruction needed to be put to an end, but it was nothing catastrophic. He was human. Was.

That look in his eyes, that expression of pure sadism...no trace left of what he was before, and for the first time ever, you felt fear for yourself. He had purpose, he had a drive, something so strong that it was now a threat to everything alive. As he squeezed your throat, he made it clear in no uncertain terms his conditions.

"Normally, I would offer you a choice of coming, or watching the village burn, and then after you inevitably came, burning the village down anyway. Regrettably, I still have use for stealth a bit longer, so your village will survive...for now."

He didn't even need to offer the choice. As if you had one. If you refused, he'd kill and murder until you were either forced to submit, or chose to willingly come. And true to his demented word...he let your village live, if only because it was convenient for him to have you disappear without a trace. The whole village burning would be a neon sign advertising his return, whereas the loss of a single villager would go unseen.

The unspeakable things Dmitri did...puncturing every part of your body, over and over again. Bleeding you out. Sapping your strength. Beating you, over and over again. Hitting, striking, abusing...cutting, piercing, violating...it would break anyone else, but you still held hope, that maybe someone got the message to Nick. And yet, Dmitri tormented you further.

"Schroder would catch on before anyone else, naturally, so I sent a distraction to keep him busy. Even a hunter has trouble against a full pack of lycans. Or should I say...even a vampire holds trepidation when facing their natural enemy. The paleskinned bloodsucker is one tough son of a bitch, but even if he survives that assault, it will keep him busy for long enough that my troops will have already done their damage."

And it was at that moment, Dmitri's words sunk in. 'Your village will survive...for now.' Long enough for him to have his way with you for a while. Long enough for him to, repeatedly, experiment on you, torture you, and find every limit to what you are, what you can and can't do. Just long enough...and no longer. Then he would announce his presence, in the most public way possible, to broadcast a message specifically to Nick.

"I have

her

. Come and get me."

That is what the deaths of every human you had ever known cost. And, worse, Dmitri taunted you, with the knowledge that your own kind was for the first time truly afraid to fulfill their oath. In shock, in horror, instead of helping the humans out, they had hidden, they had fled, because they didn't know what to do. They had felt powerless. They had frozen up. You couldn't blame them for it, not after having personally lived through the ordeals of this new Dmitri.

But boded ill for the future of the world. Nick did manage to get the message. He survived, albeit weakened, and was able to track you down. But by that time, you were a bloodied rag. An almost literal husk, starved, deprived of everything. You did what you could to weakly smile, to show your spirit was not broken. But your body most definitely was.

"You have two options, Schroder: either continue pursuing me to stop my research I extracted from her...or save the girl's life. The choice is yours, but we both already know what you're going to do."

Dmitri had cast you aside, left you to die...but Nicholas saved you. He brought you to a nearby village to heal, and stayed with you until you could speak, and you demanded of him one simple task. "Take him down. Whatever hope he had has been thrown away. I'll be fine. I'll live. You have your work to do, and I have mine."

As he parted, you don't know what happened to him, but you can guess. If you know him, he's still alive, still blaming himself for his failures, but ready to fight all the same. You're ready too, and this time, you won't rely on others. Not after what happened when you returned to your own kind, warning of what had transpired.

You told them what would happen. You had seen the eyes of madness, and knew what the world was in for. The undead had to act. When they finally did, you wished they had not. They threw away everything. All their vows, the ones you used to hate, the ones you thought were outdated, they discarded. The oaths broken, but which you wish now were upheld. They could have used adjustment, you thought. They had a basis in truth. They had good ideas behind them, and the intention was noble.

With the undead as they are now...you cannot stand among them. The absolute last thing that should happen is undead subjugating humans, no matter their intentions, no matter whether they think it good for the rest of the world. Instead, the role of the undead should always be to let things develop naturally. Whatever will happen, will happen.

You know that the undead should not be inactive. You plan to fight, like all of them. Just...in your own way, with your own approach, your own attitude, where the will of the world, the greater will of humanity as a whole, guides the path of how things go. They very well could decide to exterminate your kind. But you pray for the best, that instead, you were not wrong.

You've seen the best of the hunters. You've tried to be the best of the undead. You've witnessed, time and time again, on countless occasions, the absolute best of humanity, and you know that the worst humanity has is nothing in comparison. You've even seen the forces humanity is up against, and yet your will holds strong, your belief that if you continue to pursue a noble path, and everyone else does the same, that inevitably, everything will work out alright.

"I suppose I should

rise

to the occasion." It may have elicited a stereotypical groan from your fellow undead, but you can't help it. Even after all you've been through, you haven't lost yourself. You hold faith in the world, that everything will still work out in the end, that maybe everyone won't be dead inside.

Role

You are an

Individual Undead Cop

.

[REDACTED - FACTIONAL]

In addition, you hold the following

personal abilities

:

1. Alignment Cop
   : During the night, target a player. You know the following results are possible: "Your target is not a threat to your faction" (unambiguously, ally), "Your target is a threat to your faction" (unambiguously, enemy), "Your target could be a threat to your faction" (ambiguous), and "No result".
2. During pregame, you may select either "location" or "nation". Each night, in addition to any night action you perform, you may investigate a player and learn whichever you selected in pregame.

You give the home

Nation

result of

East Kingdom

.
You give the

Location

result of

Other

.
You give the

Race

result of

Undead

.

You win when all threats to

the

Individual Undead

faction

have been eliminated.