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[[OOC: Here is the roleplaying thread, let the games begin. >=D]] Werewolf with Septim (You have no idea who is on your team in the beginning. The Black Hand tossed you on the island, and you have no idea who these people are. Good luck!) Good - 4 Neutral - 3 Evil - 4
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[[OOC: Anybody going to actually roleplay, or should I shut this down now? O_O]] | ||||
Alphonse Stien watched as the boat disappeared into the dense fog. He survayed his surroundings. The island was small, but he couldent see too much through the fog. He turned his attention to the other people scattered around the shore. Taking mental notes on all of their characteristics, he dicided against approaching any of them. Piering up the small hill twords the mainland, he could see an old battered path. Waisting no time, he set off. | ||||
Killer glaned along the shoreline, there wasn't anything of interest to be seen. Another man quickly departed for the of what probably was the direction of the house. Killer hid behind a tree, to see what the others did. He wouldn't be seen with the dense fog around him. He would see the weaknesses of others and figure out hwho he would be able to kill. [Hope I haven't given anything away there. After all, I'm telling a lie, or am I just saying this so you will think I am in fact a dude with the ability to kill? You can be assured that I am evil dude however, I always am. Or, am I just trying to confuse you? Now that you're all going to try to kill me, I'll tell you that I am in fact a killer.] | ||||
Rhade lit up a cigarette and looked around. Watching the others as he did so, he noticed one man head towards the house and another towards what seemed to be trees. That one was shady. Rhade snuffed his cigarette after a while and set off for the house as well. | ||||
Travis walked off of the boat and onto the shore, seeing other men and women talking together. He was surprised they had made it as far as to the shore, considering the fact the host had died. Travis had heard stories about this place, about the large amount of gemstones... and the death that occured here. Hoping that they would all be lucky and just either find the gems or find a way off the island, Travis took a seat on a medium sized rock and watched the ongoing day. | ||||
[[OOC: You don't know the host is dead. You were invited by the man, but he was killed after the ferry left, but before it arrived.]] | ||||
[[You said he died... I thought by you saying it that the news was common knowledge... dammit.]] Travis wakes up from his dream and walks off the boat and sits down on a rock near some people talking. | ||||
Wilber scanned the horizon, 10 others. Hopefully he could befriend someone and together, gain the spoils he had turned up for. | ||||
"I come from Orlando," Travis replied. "It's a wonderful city in Florida. I used to spend much of my leisure time at the beach." | ||||
*Travis falls asleep when he notices no one is talking.* | ||||
Demonsul glanced around warily. He was somewhat troubled by the people here, they all seemed so out of place...wandering around, Demonsul discovered that somehow, he had gone round in a circle and come up behind a person who was hiding behind some trees. Hiding behind a bush even further back, Demonsul waited to observe this shady individual. | ||||
Stein walked leisurely up the path. He assumed it led to the house. Which meant the treasure! Unfortunately, he could he*beep*veral people behind him. He dove into a bush beside the path, and waited to see who was tailing him. | ||||
[[OOC: It is now night, send me your targets. =)]] As the playthings walked into the mansion, the Black Hand stared into the console with mild amusement. Soon, night fell, and the Black Hand smiled. | ||||
Travis still stays asleep... and snores. A LOT! | ||||
Demonsul watched with interest as one of the other people fell into a bush. After a while, he got bored and wondered around, trying to locate the house. | ||||
Hirgon stayed down near the beach, observing the people in sight and contemplating the island. Nothing quite fit, and everything seemed out of place. There was something strange about this place... He walked into the mansion, thinking it odd that conversation was limited, and that no one was really around... | ||||
Alphonse poked his head out of the bushes, observing the empty path. He was pretty sure everyone had passed, so he roase to his feet and continued with caution. | ||||
Finally, Demonsul found the mansion. As soon as he walked into the door, he almost ran straight into Hirgon. | ||||
Travis wakes up from his nap by hearing the sounds of conversation. The man stands up and walks in the direction of the voices and finds himself at the mansion. He walks up to the two men at the doorway and starts to speak. "Hello there," Travis said. "M'name's Travis. Your's?" | ||||
"That's quite alright, I shouldn't be standing in doorways. Hirgon Sadron, at your service. It's nice to meet you both - maybe we should find ourselves a sitting room?" | ||||
ah, greetings gentle lads, I am pirate Lewatha, far descendant of the goddess Hathor. Godly powers still flow through my blood so you might find me a bit on the... stronger... side. | ||||
Moose Jaw is one of the last to arrive. He walks in glanes around and mutters to himself, "I hope I didn't miss anything yet..." He walks over to the two chatting next to the doorway and introduces himself. "My name is Moose Jaw, y'all can call me Moose, most do. I hail from Queens so right now I am pretty out of my element, hope I'm not alone with that." | ||||
Moose turns and looks at Travis, "Lewatha, huh? She seems a little out there,wadda ya think?" | ||||
"Godly powers... pfft,' Travis replied to Moose. "I think she had a bit too much vodka." | ||||
Killer slipped in behind the rest. He had learned nothing, and decided he would kill some random person that night. He looked up as the sun slowly fell, though the stars twinkled not on the foggy night. It would be time to collect that treasure soon. | ||||
[[OOC: Night will be over soon, waiting for somebody to decide. XD]] | ||||
[[Night is going to end when night starts for me, isn't it? :-)]] | ||||
[[OOC: Probably, or maybe I'll do it tomorrow morning. >=D]] | ||||
[[Septim, who the hell are you waiting on!?! Get this rolling!]] | ||||
[[OOC: I don't have enough time to write it right now, I promise you that by seven o'clock tomorrow morning, my time, it will be morning.]] | ||||
The first night was a busy night, with the murder of two somewhat innocent people. As Stickman walked to the refridgerator for a midnight snack when he heard a noise, but upon turning around, he saw nothing. Stickman grabbed a kitchen knife and held it at the ready for anything. He decided to skip the midnight snack, and as he made his way back to the room, an object was thrown at him. Stickman was struck in the back and fell down, he turned around and held his knife up, but the murderer grabbed Stickman's wrists and bent them backwards, pushing the knife into Stickman's heart. Stickman let out a last cry before falling into the darkness. *** Dethos heard struggling and grabbed a candlestick from his nightstand. He then got up and ran outside to see the corpse of Stickman. Looking around, he saw a silouette, in the person's hand was a 9mm pistol. *** In the morning, the butler called the guests, turned on the television as per instructions that had been left, and turned it to channel 1. On the screen, the image of a man sitting in a leather chair was shown. | ||||
Demonsul stood. "I regret to inform those that are evil among us of a fact. I am a Police Officer of the Broniminan Force, and I will work out what is going on here!" He immediately began dividing up his time. He would interview the other eight surviving persons, and work out who was the killer. | ||||
[[ Aww, you *beep*s! Why kill me??]] | ||||
ah, yarr, I got nuffin to do with it! I was just drinkin me rum on the beach tonite, aye? just watchin the stars, dreamin of walking people off the plank, and next thing I know, I found myself on my head, I fell over thanks to the rum, yarr? | ||||
[[No, we are supposed to work together to use our kill abilities every night and take out everyone on the opposing teams.]] | ||||
[[OOC: Actually, we are supposed to vote. I thought everybody knew that. Then again, this is the first werewolf round in at least four months...XD. Vote on the person you want dead for the day.]] | ||||
Travis was shocked at the news. He had seen Stickman and Dethos, and was sad he never had a chance to be friends with them. "God... what this world is coming to. I have no clue who is evil, so... I'll wait until I get some evidence that someone is evil." | ||||
Demonsul thought for a moment. "All the interviews I have taken so far have turned up but one thing. One of the interviewees, whom I will not name, suspected someone of foul play, but I will attempt to gather information before I make any accusations." | ||||
Hirgon eyed Demonsul suspiciously. "You claim you are a Police Officer of the Brominian Force, but how do we know that your claim is true?" | ||||
"I cannot justify this claim with physical evidence, I am afraid. I was stripped of all items before I was placed on the boat with you all. You will just have to trust me. People are dying here, and I want to help. The perpetrators must be brought to justice. The best way for this to happen is if we are all honest with each other, and that is my honesty, out in front." | ||||
Hirgon motions towards a private room and walks into it, not checking to see if Demonsul follows. | ||||
After being asked a series of questions by Demonsul, Travis decided to have a little bit of fun. He walked out onto the small beach in front of the house and started to dig a small hole. After the hole was finished, Travis jumped into it and laid down. When he was comfortable, he covered up all but his face with sand. "Woooot!" | ||||
Hirgon walked out of the room, out of the house, and onto the beach. He noticed Travis's face in the sand, and went over and spoke quietly to him. | ||||
Hmm, why would this Demonsul guy try convincing us to be good? Evil could easily kill him like that! | ||||
Travis speaks loudly so that he is heard 35 feet away from Lewatha. "That's not good enough evidence. You may be right, or he may be confusing everyone to belive that he is good. He might be neutral, for all we know. We can't rely on chance to save us from evil, Lewatha. You might be evil just for trying to kill off someone without good enough proof." | ||||
Demonsul stood, and pointed dramatically at Lewatha. "Why, I though I made this clear. I'm here to help! If we don't help one another, we will all end up dead! If you are going to try and eliminate me, you must be trying to hurt us all..." Demonsul strode towards Lewatha. "If I die, the information from those interviews dies with me! I'm piecing together who I think is evil, you just need to give me time. But if you want to kill me, I have no choice...I will have to return the favour, else we all end up disorganized and dead." | ||||
Yes Travis, but in this point of our visit to the island, it's too early to actually have evidence. So I picked who seems most likely evil. | ||||
Killer looked on with interest as the arguing began. He decided to vote for neither of the ones that were voted for, but one of the ones who hadn't done anything as of yet. Perhas it would rouse them from their state of hibernation. | ||||
"Random guessing like that will be the end of us all! Only evil people would want that... or crazy neutral people... or corrupted good guys... damn." | ||||
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