I can believe that someone out there would have no special abilities. I have a feeling that everyone has a name though, right down to the 'nobodies'. I'm sorry, but it's not enough for me.

Vote stays, and Divine help us.

Oh and, Quid's role:

It does explain why I felt something weird about you. It explains a whole lot.

vote count

Revan- 4 (Iridiel, Cwin, Sylphas, Shorlen)
Iridiel- 1 (Revan)
Laneth- 2 (Tsuki, Vix)

Not voting (2): Laneth, Xenthos

5 to lynch.

Two pages while I was away. If this keeps up, I'll extend the deadline.

Shorlen, there ARE roles with no powers, because I have one. Why are you the only one so far to jump so quickly to disbelieving it?

That said, I would like to see a name from Revan, in his next post. Without that, it's greatly suspicious. No powers, yes, but Ibby wouldn't give everyone else a name except one person.

Pondering if I want to go for a Quidgy lynch if Revan allays my suspicions, because that's a dangerous role in itself, and killing him is better than killing a guardian or a scrier accidentally. You say you have to use your power, but can you aim it at someone without a night choice, to play it safe?

I stick to Revan. Better to kill a suspicious townie without a name that looks very scumbag than somebody who theoretically has a power. Of course, I would suggest the scryers to verify Laneth tonight or something like that would make they visible
Life is complicated, and full of scumbags.

That is why I have started redirecting at myself - I only put me in danger, and I can learn what my choices actually produce.

As for my name, I'm sorry I failed to mention it earlier: Timmie, an Aetherwave correspondent. Once again, normal townie, no special powers. I've been an active and contributive role simply by my blather.

Timmie? Come now Ibby, that name sucks .

Go read your histories. Timmie exists

Bah well I blame Estarra for the crap name then!

TIC TOC

I never said no powers, I said no flavor Your role sounded like it had quite a bit of flavor while having no powers. Revan's role sounded like it had no flavor and no powers, which I highly doubt.

Translation: Revan role sounded invented in teh spur of the moment to avoid a lynching, or he's a guy with bad luck and a very boring life.

Time's up. One hour left, discussion isn't advancing far, and I cannot let this go to an overnight vote. Thus: vote: Revan. That's end of the day, I believe?

Timmie sat back, listening and contemplating how to handle his situation. He decided the best thing to do would be contributing his voice... and his vote. At least if he talked, maybe so would others and things would go his way. But it was not to be.

"Well, he might be important to our cause, or he might be scum."
"Ehh, he sound awful strange."
"You fools, I'm trying to help here. If it wasn't for me, you'd all be picking your noses."
"You're awful sure of yourself, scum."
"That's right, I am sure of myself. Find someone else to lynch."
"What do you do anyways, who are you?"
"I'm just a helpful member of the Basin trying to make sure this is done right. No magical powers, no tricks up my sleeve."
"That's all well and good, but you didn't give us your name."
"Oh? Did I forget that? I'm Timmie, just an aetherwave correspondent, nothing special."
"Meh, we don't have much time left, let's just lynch him."

You all gather around Revan, fairly certain that he's responsible for restricting your freedom. He shakes his head and shrugs pushing through the crowd. "If this is what it takes." He says as he pulls the noose around his neck. "For the free..." is cut off with a gurgle and a snap as he jumps off of the platform.

Revan, Timmie, aetherwave correspondant Townie has been lynched. (Innocent)

Goodnight. Send PMs ASAP. And remember, no more posts.

Because I need to sleep more and have a busy afternoon, Wesmin will be bringing you all the dawn report.

Holy Mother Glaruda passed back and forth in the inner sanctum of her church, her long white and gold trimmed gown, expertly tailored, brushed the deep red carpet, stretching out from her personal alter. 'Had she been using her powers in the best way, to free her fellow people? Perhaps, but it might not be good enough, nonetheless.' These thoughts and others rushed through her mind, interrupted when a servant knocked to bring her a late supper.

"Yes, yes, put it on the table over there." she snapped at the servant, upset that her thoughts had been disrupted. She rushed over, and sat down in a chair as the servant diligently arranged her meal for her then took a step back into the corner, awaiting the Holy Mother to be finished, and to take the empty tray back to the kitchens.

Cutting into a slice of pork and shoving it into her mouth she drifted back into her thoughts, sparing a "Tell the cook this meat is a bit dry tonight!" for the servant. The fingers of her right hand tingled slightly, she stretched them out and then went to grab her cup of wine. Raising it to her mouth, her whole body straightened out oddly, she fell off her chair, her wine spilling on the floor next to her. She waved her hands before her, trying to call up a cleansing spell, her hands waved oddly, sloppily, and fell to her sides, her spell fizzling uselessly. "Para-" she mumbled, before she lost the ability to speak as well.

"Instant paralysis, Yes" her servant cackled at her, "enough so you can not use your holy arts to heal yourself, and a slow working poison, you shall die as the sun rises", her now attacker, picked her up and dropped her on top of her bed. "farewell". The door to the chambers slamming shut, she heard the footsteps of her attacker receded down the hallway, and the muffled cling and clang, as the front door to the church was opened and closed.

She had till dawn to die? A horrible fate, the poison was a mere tingling in her fingers at the moment, would that turn to burning later? She drifted into sleep, waking up later for her arms and legs felt like they were on fire with pain, but she could not move to scratch at them, or call out, she was still paralyzed. Her breathing came haltingly now. Had it been minutes? No, hours, the candles had burned down much lower, it was near dawn. Her window creaked open, a different figure climbed in, who was this? Her eyes closed by them self, to much of a burden on her weakened body to maintain that bit of control. In the flickering of the dieing candlelight the robed figure hovered over to it's target, and pulled out a set of hooked daggers. Stabbing, and gutting the daggers went, her innards were torn open, and she breathed her final breath, her blood mingling with the wine on the now tri-red colored carpet.



The Queen of the Fae happily flitted about her great tree, the center of Ethereal Plane, and currently the happening center of the basin night life as well. Once happily snatching up powers as she saw fit(for, of course they would be better in her hands, then the hands of mortals); now obsessed with the party life she had been shown by another. She was no longer concerned with frivolous freedom, flying about the dance floor, living it up, was what she lived for.

Her mind on the party, she didn't notice a person tesseracting, entering into her realm. She quickly found a suitable young fae knight to entertain her for the evening and slipped out to one of her private gardens. A rustling of the bushes and a sharp pain in her chest was her only indication of her attacker. Gasping in pain, blood spattered on her silken robes as she coughed, her eyes starting to lose focus. She could however clearly feel the huge sword impaling her tiny Fae torso. Oh, the pain when it was jarred lose of her. Her world fading into a muted reddish-black the last image she saw, before fading away, was of her valiant young knight fumbling for his sword, but only to slice through empty air as the attacker vanished, sparkling motes of light left in his place.



It's DAY! You wake to find out that:

Shorlen, Holy Mother Glaruda, Guardian and Lover Mason, was poisoned, and then brutally de-gutted (innocent)

Laneth, Queen Maeve, Role Thief ... AND dun dun dun Party Goer has been run through with a big ass sword (was innocent, and then he wasn't)

With 6 alive, it's 4 for a lynch.

Wait, what? Three night kills? And a guardian dead. That's rather... nasty.

Well, I'm going to have to hope that we have one other guardian, as we did have two scriers- verified by the fact that I happen to be one. My name is Dith, and surely you all know by now that I have ascended to replace Tlockha Chum as Grand Cipher.

The first two nights, I found two innocents, both of who are still alive. Now that we know of one party goer, this means that (at most) only ONE of my innocents can have been turned, and odds are low on that chance. This night, I found one guilty, by the name of Vix.

There are a few ways to go here. 1) Have me declare my two innocents to form an "innocent bloc," and kill me to verify what I have said. This has a downside of being a bloc of only two people, one of which will likely die overnight. 2) Kill Vix, see if she is guilty and use that as verification, with the innocents remaining hidden so as not to have them be targetted overnight. 3) Declare the innocents, discuss whether they may or may not be, and decide which way to go from there.

Oh. I forgot, vote: Vix. Oops.

... ugh. And I just realized, if Laneth was telling the truth about finding me, all of my readings are suspect. He confessed that he moved one of my readings to him- yet I wasn't informed. And if that's the truth, he could have once again diverted my reading last night before he died, though I'm guessing he diverted something else onto himself as a check and paid the price for it.