So this may sound crazy, but it sounds like there are a huge number of apprentices. Should we be publicly getting a hierarchy going to make sure every special is covered? I haven't thought this all the way through, but if we can just ensure that every special has exactly one apprentice, then mafia kills mean nothing (at least, their target becomes irrelevant).
Even as I say it though, I realize that if the mafia claim to be one of the apprentices that pretty much shuts down that system. But I think we should be thinking along these lines to try to come up with some way to keep the special roles around as long as possible with minimal possibility of interference.
Phyphor, I'm looking at you.
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My role? I'm a MILLER. Like the one who makes flour. Not the one who dies the wrong color.
I can apprentice under people, since flour isn't exactly a combat art.
In case you couldn't tell by the color, that'd make me a villager. I'd rather not die early again, but if I do kick the bucket I guess the village isn't losing a huge asset
Well we could have people apprentice under the person above them in the sign up list. Number one on the list would have to apprentice under number 30 and whoever is under the vote winner (assuming we have a good idea of who it will be before vote close) will have to pick someone else. I admit it's not the best set up, since you'll have few people who are free once the network forms. You could have a special (or noble) under a special, increasing the likelihood that a vig/vote/mafia kill deprives us of a special for the rest of the game. The upside is that it keeps who is a special from being public knowledge and probably does a better job of covering our bases than people picking at random.
Well we could have people apprentice under the person above them in the sign up list. Number one on the list would have to apprentice under number 30 and whoever is under the vote winner (assuming we have a good idea of who it will be before vote close) will have to pick someone else. I admit it's not the best set up, since you'll have few people who are free once the network forms. You could have a special (or noble) under a special, increasing the likelihood that a vig/vote/mafia kill deprives us of a special for the rest of the game. The upside is that it keeps who is a special from being public knowledge and probably does a better job of covering our bases than people picking at random.
Och, tellin' a dwarf how to play 'is game will ne'er work!
But my point is that there's no reason to keep who is special a secret, since the mafia can't eliminate abilities. The only reason to keep it a secret is if they can mess up the system to ensure that no apprentice takes over.
and whoever is under the vote winner (assuming we have a good idea of who it will be before vote close) will have to pick someone else.
Also looking around do you mean that "if we enact this plan tomorrow someone else will have to pick someone else because they'll be dead today"? Because looking around I couldn't see any rules to the effect of "you won't get apprentice bonuses from someone who dies to the vote" which is what I initially read this as and I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE OKAY
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Erin The RedThe Name's Erin! Woman, Podcaster, Dungeon Master, IT nerd, Parent, Trans. AMABaton Rouge, LARegistered Userregular
Hey, @phyphor, did you just add the vote history thing to the magic box? I like it!
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Us common folk are taught to hate readin. That's the work of a nobleman, they says. Tryin' to rise above yer station in life is the quick way to the grave, they say.
So there I was in the capital working my bar when some slick-bearded son of a goose sidles up and asks for a pint, tells me he's a friend of a friend. A friend who conveniently had turn on me over a nice game of "Drinks and Hammers". The guard was on it's way to collect me next. Being the smart business-dwarf I am, I thanked the goose-sucker and made the executive decision to expand out of the capital. (Geese can barely see outside their own walls, unless it's precious metals, which was likely the source of my troubles here, but that's a whole 'nother story...)
I hooked up with the first caravan out of town, ask where they're headed once we're out of town. Say some place in the Jagged Phalla peaks, they say, place called Bandwagon. I know dwarves get shit for weird names, but this got my gut churning. It took us a month, 5 dead caravan guards, and more carp than I care to admit, but we finally approached the city. The first thing I noticed was there was no Armok-damned road here. I don't know what kind of hoople-headed elf lovers were running the place, but I knew I was gonna giving them more than a few pieces of my mind. As we finally escaped the fucking roofless sky (What kind of savages would enjoy living out there!?) and plunged into the earth of Bandwagon, I knew that I'd stepped into a real situation.
People were slaughtering horses, who seemed to be inclined to pay back the favor. I asked the first dwarf I could see who was in charge. He spouted some bullshit about being an Anarcho syndicalist. After a I beat him around the ears for being a silly goose, he jerked a thumb to the main square, where two rotting dwarf corpses were stinking up the place. One of them looked the militia leader of the place, but the other looked like the Armok-damned Hammerer of all people. I could fucking dance for joy!
I begged to know where the nobles were. (Secretly hoping they'd met the same fate as the Hammerer) Everyone looked around sheepishly, claiming they were hiding somewhere. Nobles? In hiding!? I laughed. Oh, these poor geese, they were like cats without shepherd.
"Listen up! There's work to be done!" I yelled, avoided a complex set of levers mounted to the main statue in the square, "Brewers, churn out the good shit, and don't spare a single fucking Plump Helmet! Miners, strike the earth like it was a Armok-damned goblin and bring us in that shiny! We've got a chance to become the mightiest dwarven fortress the world has seen!" I knew I was making a big play here, but I also knew I was most fit to guide thesr poor sad-sacks and make this town into an economic hub, "No more toy forges! No more menacing with spikes of bread! We're going to make what WE need and then what WE want!" I yelled as the crowd lapped it up. All except a few of 'em. They stuck out like fucking sore thumbs. All smooth hands that they tried to hide and beards that looked like they got combed out everyday.
"YOU!" I called out to the closest one, "What's your name!?" I could tell the crowd was whipped up.
"U-urist." They said sheepishly. I grinned like an elephant about to run down a marksdwarf.
"Bullshit! You sound like a Armok-damned noble! What's your real name, you silly goose?" I growled, hoisting them up with me onto the statue. The crowd jeered, I felt like a fucking king.
"stever..." they finally admitted with a sigh.
"Y'hear that!? Sounds like a noble name to me!" I pushed them into the mob. The hoople heads starting eating him up too, like the rest. I hopped down off the statue, whistling a bit as I went to look for a good bar to take over in this place....
"Go down, kick ass, and set yourselves up as gods, that's our Prime Directive!"
and whoever is under the vote winner (assuming we have a good idea of who it will be before vote close) will have to pick someone else.
Also looking around do you mean that "if we enact this plan tomorrow someone else will have to pick someone else because they'll be dead today"? Because looking around I couldn't see any rules to the effect of "you won't get apprentice bonuses from someone who dies to the vote" which is what I initially read this as and I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE OKAY
That is just me screwing up. Sorry, to use to having to switch over orders when someone dies. ><
I also blame geese in D&D for derailing one of the threads on to a stupid tangent after the OP said it was BS, others said it was BS and trying to move the thread back on track.
The issue I see with making village specials none to the mafia.
A) We don't have a network head to tell people to switch to the new special, so that special has to reveal. (huge problem if death reveals one's role). We don't know what the mafia has in the way of powers. Publicly revealing specials makes it easier for them if they have a role block.
C) It narrows down things for trying to render the seer useless. Great we get a new seer, but if they get lucky and hit the seer we're not going to get any results for that night.
The issue I see with making village specials none to the mafia.
A) We don't have a network head to tell people to switch to the new special, so that special has to reveal. (huge problem if death reveals one's role). We don't know what the mafia has in the way of powers. Publicly revealing specials makes it easier for them if they have a role block.
C) It narrows down things for trying to render the seer useless. Great we get a new seer, but if they get lucky and hit the seer we're not going to get any results for that night.
C is a very good point I hadn't even thought about.
Edit: the others are good too I just had already thought of them :P
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Brilliant.
Even as I say it though, I realize that if the mafia claim to be one of the apprentices that pretty much shuts down that system. But I think we should be thinking along these lines to try to come up with some way to keep the special roles around as long as possible with minimal possibility of interference.
Phyphor, I'm looking at you.
I can apprentice under people, since flour isn't exactly a combat art.
In case you couldn't tell by the color, that'd make me a villager. I'd rather not die early again, but if I do kick the bucket I guess the village isn't losing a huge asset
(Plz don't murder me
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Nice chart to figure out how honest a news source is.
Och, tellin' a dwarf how to play 'is game will ne'er work!
Yes, and apprentices don't need to sign up for someone today.
I sense a plan hatching and I don't like it :P
Unfortunately, this clarification must be denied.
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That's a dragon.
A dragon is hatching.
We should get out of here.
I sense possible shenanigans!
Also looking around do you mean that "if we enact this plan tomorrow someone else will have to pick someone else because they'll be dead today"? Because looking around I couldn't see any rules to the effect of "you won't get apprentice bonuses from someone who dies to the vote" which is what I initially read this as and I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE OKAY
YOU CANNOT PICK SOMEONE ELSE IF YOUR FIRST TARGET DIES.
Edit: This is for apprentices.
Yes you can.
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The first part has been there for a while, I added the second part last game
He's just continuing the fine tradition of not reading the OP!
Who th'ell's they?!
So there I was in the capital working my bar when some slick-bearded son of a goose sidles up and asks for a pint, tells me he's a friend of a friend. A friend who conveniently had turn on me over a nice game of "Drinks and Hammers". The guard was on it's way to collect me next. Being the smart business-dwarf I am, I thanked the goose-sucker and made the executive decision to expand out of the capital. (Geese can barely see outside their own walls, unless it's precious metals, which was likely the source of my troubles here, but that's a whole 'nother story...)
I hooked up with the first caravan out of town, ask where they're headed once we're out of town. Say some place in the Jagged Phalla peaks, they say, place called Bandwagon. I know dwarves get shit for weird names, but this got my gut churning. It took us a month, 5 dead caravan guards, and more carp than I care to admit, but we finally approached the city. The first thing I noticed was there was no Armok-damned road here. I don't know what kind of hoople-headed elf lovers were running the place, but I knew I was gonna giving them more than a few pieces of my mind. As we finally escaped the fucking roofless sky (What kind of savages would enjoy living out there!?) and plunged into the earth of Bandwagon, I knew that I'd stepped into a real situation.
People were slaughtering horses, who seemed to be inclined to pay back the favor. I asked the first dwarf I could see who was in charge. He spouted some bullshit about being an Anarcho syndicalist. After a I beat him around the ears for being a silly goose, he jerked a thumb to the main square, where two rotting dwarf corpses were stinking up the place. One of them looked the militia leader of the place, but the other looked like the Armok-damned Hammerer of all people. I could fucking dance for joy!
I begged to know where the nobles were. (Secretly hoping they'd met the same fate as the Hammerer) Everyone looked around sheepishly, claiming they were hiding somewhere. Nobles? In hiding!? I laughed. Oh, these poor geese, they were like cats without shepherd.
"Listen up! There's work to be done!" I yelled, avoided a complex set of levers mounted to the main statue in the square, "Brewers, churn out the good shit, and don't spare a single fucking Plump Helmet! Miners, strike the earth like it was a Armok-damned goblin and bring us in that shiny! We've got a chance to become the mightiest dwarven fortress the world has seen!" I knew I was making a big play here, but I also knew I was most fit to guide thesr poor sad-sacks and make this town into an economic hub, "No more toy forges! No more menacing with spikes of bread! We're going to make what WE need and then what WE want!" I yelled as the crowd lapped it up. All except a few of 'em. They stuck out like fucking sore thumbs. All smooth hands that they tried to hide and beards that looked like they got combed out everyday.
"YOU!" I called out to the closest one, "What's your name!?" I could tell the crowd was whipped up.
"U-urist." They said sheepishly. I grinned like an elephant about to run down a marksdwarf.
"Bullshit! You sound like a Armok-damned noble! What's your real name, you silly goose?" I growled, hoisting them up with me onto the statue. The crowd jeered, I felt like a fucking king.
"stever..." they finally admitted with a sigh.
"Y'hear that!? Sounds like a noble name to me!" I pushed them into the mob. The hoople heads starting eating him up too, like the rest. I hopped down off the statue, whistling a bit as I went to look for a good bar to take over in this place....
That is just me screwing up. Sorry, to use to having to switch over orders when someone dies. ><
I also blame geese in D&D for derailing one of the threads on to a stupid tangent after the OP said it was BS, others said it was BS and trying to move the thread back on track.
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Nice chart to figure out how honest a news source is.
I am sorry.
No one picking anyone day one is also bad.
There must be a happy medium.
A) We don't have a network head to tell people to switch to the new special, so that special has to reveal. (huge problem if death reveals one's role).
C) It narrows down things for trying to render the seer useless. Great we get a new seer, but if they get lucky and hit the seer we're not going to get any results for that night.
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Nice chart to figure out how honest a news source is.
You're just jealous of my mad crafting skizzles
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C is a very good point I hadn't even thought about.
Edit: the others are good too I just had already thought of them :P
Didn't stever get say one'd last game
Yes, but
he outed the mafia guard when we had it in the bag if we could avoid 1 vote.