Yeah, I think you did a great job defending the seer day 3.
But I do think you slipped up and told me who the seer was the day before the game ended.
Yeah I did that. Told everyone when he died.
Only Sir Fab ever got a direct confirmation who it was otherwise. Pretty sure I had a couple people who I insuinated it was me there for a bit but they all died off by the end.
Yeah, I think you did a great job defending the seer day 3.
But I do think you slipped up and told me who the seer was the day before the game ended.
Yeah I did that. Told everyone when he died.
Only Sir Fab ever got a direct confirmation who it was otherwise. Pretty sure I had a couple people who I insuinated it was me there for a bit but they all died off by the end.
No, the day before then.
When you gave everyone a password except the guy you've been explicitly trusting day 3, and whose only action record has been targeting you with assists.
I was 100% certain Brody was the seer.
And then Fry wanted to shoot him later on, so that was funny too.
They weren't my passwords. Kime gave passwords,which I used to connect people he had been talking with. To confirm myself.
So, you made a bit of a logic jump, but it was an accurate end result still.
Anyways...I'm a vampire now! Who cares for the petty concerns of those mortals and their "seers". I scoff at their futile attempts to control their limited worlds.
They weren't my passwords. Kime gave passwords,which I used to connect people he had been talking with. To confirm myself.
So, you made a bit of a logic jump, but it was an accurate end result still.
Anyways...I'm a vampire now! Who cares for the petty concerns of those mortals and their "seers". I scoff at their futile attempts to control their limited worlds.
People were confirming that they received a password and that you gave the correct one to them in the thread. Brody should have done that too.
They weren't my passwords. Kime gave passwords,which I used to connect people he had been talking with. To confirm myself.
So, you made a bit of a logic jump, but it was an accurate end result still.
Anyways...I'm a vampire now! Who cares for the petty concerns of those mortals and their "seers". I scoff at their futile attempts to control their limited worlds.
But you were supposed to protect the passwords! Passwords are vitally important to networks! they are the most crucial thing ever! And you never asked me, never contacted me! you just let Disc vote for me and let the village kill me.
I had a password and you ignored me! I could have helped! I could have saved the world. But you didn't like the passwords. You didn't love them. The passwords just wanted to be loved, Austin! And you couldn't give them even that much! Why couldn't you love them!?! They needed you and you let them down! failure! Shame! Shame Shame!
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Night 1: The Last Waltz
The preliminaries had gone swimmingly. Most every arrival had acted exactly as Victoria had imagined. The Toreador mostly went through the Heaven door, seeming to have perceived the demonic alternative as ill fortune. Though there had been one exception... an odd Neonate that the Primogen did not recognize. A lanky man with a distant disposition. Well, there would be no shortage of their like on that evening.
The Brujah had no fear. They went through the Hell door in stride. As did the shadowy figures that could only have been Nosferatu. At least, the ones who weren't hiding altogether. Had it been up to her, those wretches would not have been welcome at all. Elysium was Elysium, however, so one had to take the bad with the good. So long as they kept their distance, and their filth, far from her.
There was no sign of the Gangrel. After the Justicar's infamous spat with the High Council, she didn't expect any of them. The Warlocks were not noticed, either. No surprise there. That just left the Lunatics. For all Victoria knew, they were there before her. Or they weren't going to arrive at all. They'd pick whatever would mess with her the most. Or whatever would make her think they would. Damn those wretches.
At last, it was time to pay her respects. The Prince was already mingling with the crowd of faces, both familiar and not. Lunatic or not, Benison was not a man to be taken lightly. Most mistook him for a Brujah or a Gangrel. The massive Kindred towered over most others of any of the more hardy clans. Few knew his true clan, and those who did knew best to keep their mouths shut. Benison was as deranged as any of his clanmates, and all the more fearsome for it.
Yet at Victoria's approach, his southern heritage revealed itself. He was the perfect gentleman as he motioned for the Toreador to approach. "Ms. Ash. You have truly outdone yourself. Has she not, my dear?" The thin Ventrue at Benison's flank gave a practiced smile. "Quite. Most spectacular, Victoria." How that woman came to marry the likes of Benison was beyond Victoria's grasp. Most likely a play for power. She wouldn't be the first, nor the last.
"Prince Benison, I wanted to bring to your attention the matter of-"
"I believe she refers to me."
The gathering fell silent. What was once a joyous affair of assorted chatter of music and merriment turned to an atmosphere of dread. The leather-clad Brujah, Thelonious. He was instantly recognizable, even were he not dressed like a man who had just left a biker bar after having beaten up everyone there.
"YOU. TRAITOR. SAVAGE! YOU DARE TREAD UPON MY CITY!"
Benison's courtesies were lost in a roar of range. Eleanor had long since retreated back, as if she foresaw this occurence well before any other.
"I no longer adhere to the rules of YOUR little city, madman. My brethren and I are through with your little dance. I just wanted to tell you so in person."
"Mark those words. THEY ARE YOUR LAST." Benison's arm went to his side, and a massive broadsword was drawn from the folds of his cloak.
"Prince! This is Elysium, and you must-"
"TELL ME NOT WHAT TO DO IN MY CITY!" Benison roared at Victoria, who recoiled from the building conflict. Yet even through her practiced mask of terror, she couldn't help but allow the ghost of a smile. This was going just as she planned. The whole city would see Benison for what he truly was, and then the populace would fall right into her lap. It was almost too easy.
"If it is a challenge you seek, Benison, then it's one you shall have." Thelonious cracked his knuckles, and approached the sword-wielding Prince with a fearless grin. "I promise this will be over fast."
He was right, but for reasons no one expected.
Just before the two were to exchange blows. every ounce of light in the room was snuffed out.
This was no natural darkness, however. This was all-encompassing shadow, one that snuffed out light, sound... and any but the most elite Kindred's senses.
"LASSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Who screamed? It was hard to say. It was impossible to ever know within the next few seconds. Innumerable panes of windows shattered, the sounds of screams and yells of terror rang throughout the museum... and minutes later, when the lights came on, all that was left were fleeing Kindred, broken bodies, and assorted piles of ash.
This was not how Victoria had meant for this to go at all.
It was time for new leadership sooner than she had planned.
The Slain Benison - Malkavian Prince (Camarilla) Thelonious - Brujah (ex-)Primogen (Anarch) Eleanor - Ventrue Seneschal (Camarilla)
Updates kime has been elected Prince for Night 1. Brody has been elected Seneschal for Night 1.
Vote for a player to perish in !red and a new Prince, if so desired, in !lime.
By the end of Night 1, the Prince may choose to have a player meet the sun by publicly marking them for execution in bold purple.
Phyphor, Baidol, The Cow King, lonelyahava, Void Slayer, and Gnome: since you didn't vote yesterday, if you miss a vote today, Inactivus hungers. (The replacements do as well.)
Discipline updates forthcoming. Night 1 will end at 11PM, EST.
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hmmmm
nope!
I looked in the mirror and saw no relection.
I thought to myself and asked the question
Do I want to be in charge?
Hell no. Go away.
Rain will come another day
Seems awful quick to flip on our Prince. I, for one, wouldn't be so quick to anger the one that leads. kime
A Day 1 vote is never an easy choice, and I would be extremely curious of claims that evidence there is believed would be found in the chaos of today before we have more time and data to analyze.
That said, since I can't grudge Invictus for his great play from last game, I can grudge discrider for basically winning (if it weren't for a miracle save from the SK)
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I'll be honest here, since I ended up second place last night. On the off chance that I do end up being prince, I'm only going to kill someone if I feel like there is a solid argument for it. Votes provide important records, and I feel like the Vig has a requirement to try and pick off people. But I feel like blind firing into the crowd because I might hit a Mafia has a statistically high chance of not doing what we want.
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His seer was super suspicious, that's not his fault.
What about Prince Inactivus?
Yeah I did that. Told everyone when he died.
Only Sir Fab ever got a direct confirmation who it was otherwise. Pretty sure I had a couple people who I insuinated it was me there for a bit but they all died off by the end.
No, the day before then.
When you gave everyone a password except the guy you've been explicitly trusting day 3, and whose only action record has been targeting you with assists.
I was 100% certain Brody was the seer.
And then Fry wanted to shoot him later on, so that was funny too.
They weren't my passwords. Kime gave passwords,which I used to connect people he had been talking with. To confirm myself.
So, you made a bit of a logic jump, but it was an accurate end result still.
Anyways...I'm a vampire now! Who cares for the petty concerns of those mortals and their "seers". I scoff at their futile attempts to control their limited worlds.
People were confirming that they received a password and that you gave the correct one to them in the thread. Brody should have done that too.
I think that's discrider's point.
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But you were supposed to protect the passwords! Passwords are vitally important to networks! they are the most crucial thing ever! And you never asked me, never contacted me! you just let Disc vote for me and let the village kill me.
I had a password and you ignored me! I could have helped! I could have saved the world. But you didn't like the passwords. You didn't love them. The passwords just wanted to be loved, Austin! And you couldn't give them even that much! Why couldn't you love them!?! They needed you and you let them down! failure! Shame! Shame Shame!
Democrats Abroad! || Vote From Abroad
The preliminaries had gone swimmingly. Most every arrival had acted exactly as Victoria had imagined. The Toreador mostly went through the Heaven door, seeming to have perceived the demonic alternative as ill fortune. Though there had been one exception... an odd Neonate that the Primogen did not recognize. A lanky man with a distant disposition. Well, there would be no shortage of their like on that evening.
The Brujah had no fear. They went through the Hell door in stride. As did the shadowy figures that could only have been Nosferatu. At least, the ones who weren't hiding altogether. Had it been up to her, those wretches would not have been welcome at all. Elysium was Elysium, however, so one had to take the bad with the good. So long as they kept their distance, and their filth, far from her.
There was no sign of the Gangrel. After the Justicar's infamous spat with the High Council, she didn't expect any of them. The Warlocks were not noticed, either. No surprise there. That just left the Lunatics. For all Victoria knew, they were there before her. Or they weren't going to arrive at all. They'd pick whatever would mess with her the most. Or whatever would make her think they would. Damn those wretches.
At last, it was time to pay her respects. The Prince was already mingling with the crowd of faces, both familiar and not. Lunatic or not, Benison was not a man to be taken lightly. Most mistook him for a Brujah or a Gangrel. The massive Kindred towered over most others of any of the more hardy clans. Few knew his true clan, and those who did knew best to keep their mouths shut. Benison was as deranged as any of his clanmates, and all the more fearsome for it.
Yet at Victoria's approach, his southern heritage revealed itself. He was the perfect gentleman as he motioned for the Toreador to approach. "Ms. Ash. You have truly outdone yourself. Has she not, my dear?" The thin Ventrue at Benison's flank gave a practiced smile. "Quite. Most spectacular, Victoria." How that woman came to marry the likes of Benison was beyond Victoria's grasp. Most likely a play for power. She wouldn't be the first, nor the last.
"Prince Benison, I wanted to bring to your attention the matter of-"
"I believe she refers to me."
The gathering fell silent. What was once a joyous affair of assorted chatter of music and merriment turned to an atmosphere of dread. The leather-clad Brujah, Thelonious. He was instantly recognizable, even were he not dressed like a man who had just left a biker bar after having beaten up everyone there.
"YOU. TRAITOR. SAVAGE! YOU DARE TREAD UPON MY CITY!"
Benison's courtesies were lost in a roar of range. Eleanor had long since retreated back, as if she foresaw this occurence well before any other.
"I no longer adhere to the rules of YOUR little city, madman. My brethren and I are through with your little dance. I just wanted to tell you so in person."
"Mark those words. THEY ARE YOUR LAST." Benison's arm went to his side, and a massive broadsword was drawn from the folds of his cloak.
"Prince! This is Elysium, and you must-"
"TELL ME NOT WHAT TO DO IN MY CITY!" Benison roared at Victoria, who recoiled from the building conflict. Yet even through her practiced mask of terror, she couldn't help but allow the ghost of a smile. This was going just as she planned. The whole city would see Benison for what he truly was, and then the populace would fall right into her lap. It was almost too easy.
"If it is a challenge you seek, Benison, then it's one you shall have." Thelonious cracked his knuckles, and approached the sword-wielding Prince with a fearless grin. "I promise this will be over fast."
He was right, but for reasons no one expected.
Just before the two were to exchange blows. every ounce of light in the room was snuffed out.
This was no natural darkness, however. This was all-encompassing shadow, one that snuffed out light, sound... and any but the most elite Kindred's senses.
"LASSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Who screamed? It was hard to say. It was impossible to ever know within the next few seconds. Innumerable panes of windows shattered, the sounds of screams and yells of terror rang throughout the museum... and minutes later, when the lights came on, all that was left were fleeing Kindred, broken bodies, and assorted piles of ash.
This was not how Victoria had meant for this to go at all.
It was time for new leadership sooner than she had planned.
The Slain
Benison - Malkavian Prince (Camarilla)
Thelonious - Brujah (ex-)Primogen (Anarch)
Eleanor - Ventrue Seneschal (Camarilla)
Updates
kime has been elected Prince for Night 1.
Brody has been elected Seneschal for Night 1.
Vote for a player to perish in !red and a new Prince, if so desired, in !lime.
By the end of Night 1, the Prince may choose to have a player meet the sun by publicly marking them for execution in bold purple.
Phyphor, Baidol, The Cow King, lonelyahava, Void Slayer, and Gnome: since you didn't vote yesterday, if you miss a vote today, Inactivus hungers. (The replacements do as well.)
Discipline updates forthcoming. Night 1 will end at 11PM, EST.
No...
But I thought Elanor was Ahava's kid.
Would have been for supreme lord ki.e tho
I don't know, I've never read/watched/whatever it. ;P
Then how do you know so much about vampire babies?!
All character names and resemblances to persons living or undead is strictly coincidental.
Basically everyone day 1 votes him and then he winds up in second or third place somehow.
I suspect shadow magic.
Is Zombie Hero playing?
I seem to recall him being bothersome last time we met.
Also Ahava continues to be prime leadership material.
nope!
I looked in the mirror and saw no relection.
I thought to myself and asked the question
Do I want to be in charge?
Hell no. Go away.
Rain will come another day
Democrats Abroad! || Vote From Abroad
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Or, is the play to constantly change Princes?
As for my vote, let's go with Baidol, as only a vile Sabbat/Anarch wouldn't vote for the Prince.
I reserve the right to change my vote if better evidence presents itself.
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MagicPrime, I think this might be the first time in our history that I've voted for you.
Let's cherish this moment.
Critical Failures - Havenhold Campaign • August St. Cloud (Human Ranger)
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Wildcat
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A Day 1 vote is never an easy choice, and I would be extremely curious of claims that evidence there is believed would be found in the chaos of today before we have more time and data to analyze.
That said, since I can't grudge Invictus for his great play from last game, I can grudge discrider for basically winning (if it weren't for a miracle save from the SK)
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This sounds like a leader worth following. Kime
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I voted for him once, I might as well see it through.
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Just keep voting on new princes until one of them hits a red. Or gets confirmed through some other means, I guess.
Nintendo ID: Pastalonius
Smite\LoL:Gremlidin \ WoW & Overwatch & Hots: Gremlidin#1734
3ds: 3282-2248-0453
The Monster Baru Cormorant - Seth Dickinson
Steam: Korvalain