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Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits





  1. Asiina (she/her)
  2. Amnistar (He/Him)
  3. Chic Trombone (She/Her)
  4. Deadbeat Dad
  5. DGK2000 (DGK/Lord/He)
  6. Hal Incandenza (he/him/hal)
  7. hambeet (he/him)
  8. Jen X (She/Her)
  9. Jonathan Fisk
  10. merk (he/him)
  11. Mr. Humalong (w/e)
  12. NevergirlsOFFICIAL
  13. peramene (she/her)
  14. Sandwolf (He/Him)
  15. SolusLunes
  16. Spoonsy (he/him/his)
  17. Sub Rosa
  18. Token Female (She/her)
  19. yuming (she/her)





:rip: the boneyard :rip:

Asiina, STORK, Night Witch Vanilla was executed day one!
J͚͈̱̙͍̯̘e̺̺̭̳͈ͅn̺͓͇̥̞̲͇ ̪̯̤X̳̣̫̥,̩ ͉B͇̫̩u̗̘̦̼̝ͅl̼b͖̠̜u̥̻l̖̖͎ͅ,̖̭̪̥̤̮͎ ͈̯̗͈Ca̳͓̟ͅb̘̱̩ḁl͍̘ ̩̜̫̥̺͎͕G̮̞o̗̜͎̖̹̱o̤͖̻n͎̹͉̺͎̩͙̯͍͚ͅ was executed night one!
peramene, DOVE, Self-Aligned Arsonist was captured day two!
Mr. Humalong, Mynah, Night Witch Tracker was found cut open night two!
yuming, Matron Robin, Night Witch Doctor was found dead of a heart attack night two!



When the first mage brought arcane fire to bear on the ghouls and shades that plagued mankind, that was the beginning of the end of the golden era of monsters. They laughed at first; soft pink prey wielding the power of creation was beyond ridiculous.

Then, they started to vanish, much like the children they had taken from beds, or woodsmen who ventured too deep into the unknown. The handful of magi turned into dozens, spreading light across the nooks and crannies of old Europe. Those who couldn’t flee fought, sometimes killing entire schools and forever extinguishing whatever secrets those august institutions possessed. However, for every ten that were killed, a hundred more sprung up to take their place. Whereas it might take a spirit centuries to master its power, mankind bred like rodents. Eventually the quiet, dark corners of the world were few, and monsterkind fled to the New World.

For a while, there was peace and blood aplenty. But then, as they always did, mankind followed, pushing back the darkness in mass. Some fed off the slaughter of conflict, but even then the world was growing smaller. In the dawn of the modern era, word spread of a land where those able to flee could find new purchase and wreck old mischiefs.



In response, something buried deep in the land, hidden beneath centuries of bloodshed and pain, sprouted new life. A new magical tradition was born, and between three individuals, sixty magical words were given, twenty to each house and tradition, that in time would form the litany of the Great Voice. As monsters flooded into the land, the three houses took up their wands and began to fight back. These three people all begat families, and those families grew to form the Three Houses of Nain, for Nain was the word of the Voice itself.

In time, Glinrow built a fortress deep within the Great Barrier Reef, their magic fusing with the coral to create deadly blades wielded by the greatest of their warriors. More than any other house, Glinrow holds to the precepts of honor above all else. Their word is true and their skill is feared.

High above the skies of Uluru, the Bleak Monastery constructed a keep invisible to the human eye. There, the connection to the Dreaming, the ancient magic of the land, is stronger than anywhere, and the students learn ways and means of observing the future that are unknown to the other houses. Students of the Bleak Monastery are often guarded and secretive, but their wisdom cannot be denied.

House Murlhalx never secluded itself, instead living in open secrecy among the people. By the work of their founder, a new kind of magic that made travel between two points instantaneous, the first such conduit was known as the Twelve Apostles by the locals. Their students are gregarious and often well-to-do, but they have a kind of honest sincerity that is hard not to like.



From these three houses came nine more, and so eleven in total came to band together during the Great War, the Nain Accords forming the foundations of the Magi Aristocracy that would form the foundation of the internal government of this world. As the world changed, so too did the Magistrocracy, and it was agreed that they could not survive as they were. In secret, a new organization was formed, one that answered only to Magistocratic officials. They were dispatched around the world, by means of a newly developed Waystone system, along with the conveniences of modern technology they had grown to adapt.

This organization served with utmost distinction and almost zero recognition. Their selfless actions would in time breed a new generations of heroes, but few would ever know their real names. They were tough, they were smart, and their loyalty was unquestioned. Dark wizards and monsters alike would learn to fear...







hello and welcome to my mafia game


this is a nice game of mafia to have a nice time. eighteen people can play my nice game, but i have an alternate setup devised for twenty-one friends if need be.

i worked very hard on this game, it took a long time!! i have designed four different iterations of this game in the time since i first ran Cloaks, this would be my biggest game to date which is kind of fun! this game's theme is 'witch spies,' you're spies who are witches.



here of the rules of my nice mafia game:

I. be cool. this is important! you have to be cool to be nice. i will put the thread in time out if it gets too mean.
II. No post edits
III. no posting anything after you're dead at all. i hope you read this because otherwise you'll get a big penalty!
IV. don't quote direct communication from any oot source. if you post the chatlogs from any kind of oot source, ya dead.
V. no faking day actions, immediate modkill unless it's really funny.
VI. death millers?
VII. respect the hammer. don't post after the hammer. if there's been hammer and i haven't locked the thread yet, just be chill.
VIII. don't lurk. i'll assign penalties for lurking as i see fit but if you're not hitting 10 posts a day ya probably gonna get modkilled.
IX. gotta have that discord
X. if you read into flavor that's your own damage. i'm not responsible if you throw the game chasing after my inconsistent flavor.

1. Merk
2. Dgk
3. Sandwolf
4. Asiina
5. Hum
6. Sub Rosa
7. Jen X
8. Hal
9. Token Female
10. Solus
11. pera
12. Spoonsy
13. yuming
14. Chic
15. Nevergirls Official
16. Jfisk
17. Deadbeat Dad
18. hambeet

(19. 20, 21)


and yes this is a loose sequel to cloaks, although i prefer to think of it as a 'spiritual successor.' you can read that game here.

honestly this game is fairly crazy. i think it's balanced but i'm trying some stuff out! you can join that discord server here: https://discord.gg/883aTK4

Snooze Cruise posted:

Flights of fancy won't be my MO this game.
Steps are already being taken to assure our victory.
Hand it to me, our savior.
Rail against the machine.

Somberbrero fucked around with this message at 01:01 on Jul 14, 2020

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Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


I put this game up unaware of the lowtax stuff. It sucks. If he's out I'll still run it here, otherwise I'll figure something out. This game will run somehow. Feel free to sign up still~

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


ilmucche posted:

Hello I would like to spectate because you write good flavour. If the game stalls at needing 1 more I might play because then I get to write stuff too but playing is very stressful.

💙 You got it buddy.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Wow, what a week huh? Only two more folks and we can start this thing!

I remain optimistic that there will be a peaceful transition. If not, we'll figure it out when we get there. I wrote this game for this community and I'd like it to stay here if possible.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


ilmucche posted:

##vote sandwolf

Looks like someone wants to step up from observer to player hmmm?

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


That's 18, I work kinda late but I'll do my best to get the game up tonight if everyone is in discord.

https://discord.gg/883aTK4

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Somberbrero posted:

That's 18, I work kinda late but I'll do my best to get the game up tonight if everyone is in discord.

https://discord.gg/883aTK4

think we're missing merk, fisk, and hal.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


The sign outside the conference room read "WELCOME TACKLEFORD BRIDGE CLUB!" Inside, there were only close to a couple dozen women milling about the massive, mostly empty hall. There were containers of ice water, coffee, and tea on a setup nearly fifty yards across from the entrance, along with a small assortment of delicious looking, but fairly bland pastries. There were small clumps of women throughout the hall, although a few sat by themselves. One woman who had been here before everybody else was sleeping, leaning back against the wall near the small stage. They were all in various states of professional, non-descript attire, mostly blacks and browns. A couple of them looked like they hadn't slept in days were standing loosely by the refreshments, nursing cups of weak coffee.

No one heard her enter, but they did hear her heels clack across the floor. A short, twig-thin man wearing a light grey wool suit came in behind her. As she made her way to the stage, he started tracing runes along the door frame for moment until he was satisfied, and then left shortly after. You all felt the pressure in the room change as the door was closed behind him. Whatever was about to happen, the Hens of the Aviary did not want it leaked. With that settled, the woman on stage took the podium and waited for a moment for everyone to find their seats. After about five seconds, seeing that no one had moved, she began her briefing anyway.

She was wearing a long, heavy coat that stretched down past her knees. It seemed to hold its shape regardless of her movements as she walked across the stage.

"At about 7:00 A.M. yesterday morning, we lost contact with Raven shortly after she accessed a waystone in Budapest. We have yet to locate her, but we believe the waystone may have been sabotaged."

A murmur ran through the room. Waystones were some of the most heavily guarded tools in the Night Witch arsenal, without the convenience of instant travel, they would be spread thinner.

"Only a small number of people accessed this Waystone in the past two months." She stared out at the crowd, not saying anything. She didn't have to. The temperature in the room seemed to shift a bit. Small pockets of conversation started to emerge, and gradually the room turned into a roiling mess of conversations as the Night Witches compared notes.

"Umvau Oa," the witch on stage shouted. With the invocation of the Great Voice, everyone halted their conversations and turned to face her again. She shook her head. "We cannot fall victim to paranoia, Sisters. I have full confidence in your abilities. We will find who is responsible." She let the last sentence hang in the air for a moment, before closing her eyes and raising her wand, a bulky thing made of blue crystal. "You will all receive your individual briefings back at your rooms, and from there it is up to you to complete this assignment. I wish you good luck." She raised her wand, and the seal on the door split.

Slowly, the group made their way out into the lobby, and from there went their separate ways, and so it began.








Votecount for Day 1



Not Voting (18): Asiina, Chic Trombone, Deadbeat Dad, DGK2000, Hal Incandenza, hambeet, Jen X, Jonathan Fisk, merk, Mr. Humalong, NevergirlsOFFICIAL, peramene, Sandwolf, SolusLunes, Spoonsy, Sub Rosa, Token Female, yuming

With 18 alive, it's 10 votes to execute. The current deadline is July 06th, 2020 at 8 p.m. CDT -- that's in about 4 days, 21 hours.

Somberbrero fucked around with this message at 04:18 on Jul 2, 2020

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


caw caw, it's the bird mail!

what's this? a message from the aviary? but, gosh, it seems to be all kinds of jumbled up! can YOU help the night witches solve this riddle?




you'll need the right key or two to solve this puzzle.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


DGK2000 posted:

The first to decode this message publicly will receive a small boost

This is not correct!

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


DGK2000 posted:

FINE: The first person to publicly decode this message will receive a small boost

This is not correct!

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


DGK2000 posted:

The first player to publicly decode this message will receive a small boost

This is not correct!

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


DGK2000 posted:

The first player to publicly decode this message will receive a small book

This is not correct!

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


DGK2000 posted:

The first player to publicly decode this message will receive a small boon

This, however, is correct!

Thanks for playing friends! DGK, you will collect your prize privately in a moment.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Chic has requested a replacement, I'm looking for one now.

There are a few people who haven't posted very much. I know the weekend start was rough, but please try to get up above 10 posts or we'll do the on notice/free lunch thing. If you also need a replacement, just let me know.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Amnistar replaces Chic Trombone

Votecount for Day 1

merk (3): DGK2000, Sandwolf, Sub Rosa
Sandwolf (2): DGK2000, DGK2000, Jen X, Jen X, merk, NevergirlsOFFICIAL
Asiina (2): SolusLunes, Token Female
Token Female (2): Mr. Humalong, merk, merk, Deadbeat Dad
DGK2000 (1): Spoonsy, DGK2000, DGK2000
Sub Rosa (1): Asiina
Jen X (1): merk, t a s t e, t a s t e, merk, Hal Incandenza
t a s t e (1): Jen X
hambeet (1): yuming
Hal Incandenza (0): Mr. Humalong, Mr. Humalong, Asiina, Asiina
peramene (0): Jen X, Jen X
Spoonsy (0): Token Female, Token Female

Not Voting (4): Amnistar, hambeet, peramene, t a s t e

With 18 alive, it's 10 votes to execute. The current deadline is July 06th, 2020 at 8 p.m. CDT -- that's in about 6 hours, 48 minutes.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


News of a massive conspiracy spreads like wildfire throughout the ranks of the Night Witches, and an attempt is made to bring Stork in for questioning. The only thing is, Stork doesn’t feel like coming in. One thing leads to another, and something terrible happens. A thorough inspection of the body later reveals the truth.


Asiina, STORK, Night Witch Vanilla has been executed night one.


One of the greatest investigators the Night Witches have ever known, Stork dies with her pencil wand in her hand. If you had the opportunity to see her face, you might notice regret etched into it, as she was denied her last, greatest mystery.

But wait, what’s this? Clutched tight in Stork’s hand is a single, silver coin with a curious inscription and a symbol that seems familiar, although you have no idea where else you could have seen it.





Brief twilight phase.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


The Nest is burning.

One of the most closely guarded secrets of the Night Witches, The Nest is a place of learning. Fledgling witches who would guard the night train there, most going on to work for the Magistocracy directly as security, but some few going on to become full fledged agents. It houses the most vulnerable of the Night Witches, those whose powers have not fully formed. The future of the Night Witches lives here.

At least, it did.

No one is able to figure out how exactly all the protective runes surrounding the facility were disabled without raising any alarms, but Forensic Witches are easily able to determine that the facility was set ablaze by The Great Voice. You like to imagine that’s some comfort to the dozens of young witches who died here last night.

More confusing yet, is the dead body outside The Nest. Bulbul is found, withered and with her head seemingly pulled directly off her body. Even a cursory usage of Umvau Voun shows she was utterly without a soul, completely and totally evil. But if so, how did she end up here? Was she double-crossed? Was this somehow part of her plan? Just what the hell is going on here?



J͚͈̱̙͍̯̘e̺̺̭̳͈ͅn̺͓͇̥̞̲͇ ̪̯̤X̳̣̫̥,̩ ͉B͇̫̩u̗̘̦̼̝ͅl̼b͖̠̜u̥̻l̖̖͎ͅ,̖̭̪̥̤̮͎ ͈̯̗͈Ca̳͓̟ͅb̘̱̩ḁl͍̘ ̩̜̫̥̺͎͕G̮̞o̗̜͎̖̹̱o̤͖̻n͎̹͉̺͎̩͙̯͍͚ͅ was executed night one!

In Bulbul’s pocket, you find a single, silver coin, with an increasingly familiar face.




【DAY TWO BEGINS】


Votecount for Day 2



Not Voting (16): Amnistar, Deadbeat Dad, DGK2000, Hal Incandenza, hambeet, merk, Mr. Humalong, NevergirlsOFFICIAL, peramene, Sandwolf, SolusLunes, Spoonsy, Sub Rosa, t a s t e, Token Female, yuming

With 16 alive, it's 9 votes to execute. The current deadline is July 09th, 2020 at 9 p.m. CDT -- that's in about 1 day, 22 hours.


experimenting with a shorter deadline. message me if you hate it!

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


end of d1 vs right now postcounts





by my count pera, token, hal, amni, and hum are all under 10 posts for today as of now. there's some time left, just letting you know.

Somberbrero fucked around with this message at 05:03 on Jul 9, 2020

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Hal Incandenza posted:

Oh yeah, how about now?

:argh:

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


sorry yes, one sec.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


”What do you mean you’re hunting us?”

It was hard to tell if Dove was more annoyed or bored. A group of Night Witches had tracked her down outside her favorite bar, The Unseelie, and had some pointed questions as to her motives. Dove lit a cigarette, taking her time, and blew a clear ring of smoke before answering.

“I meant what I said. You hard of hearing, or do you just like repeating things?”

A couple birds in attendance drew their wands, and Dove’s eyes narrowed. “Easy there, my little ducklings.” One of them shook her head. “No, Duckling couldn’t make it. She had her sister’s violin recital.”

Dove rolled her eyes and reach into her jacket pocket. A couple more wands shot up, but Dove made the universal gesture for, ‘I’m going to pull something out very slowly and it’s not dangerous.’ None of the wands went down, but they let her retrieve whatever she was looking for.

It was a touchstone, one with the seal of the Magistocratic Council. “You see, I report to a higher authority,” Dove said smirking, “I have my own orders, and I can do whatever the hell I want.” Dove channeled her mana into the touchstone, and the seal of the council was projected into the air, verifying its authenticity. A murmur ran through the group for a moment while Dove gloated, and then the seal shimmered and changed, wriggling with static.




Dove read the words in midair and her face shifted into disbelief, and then rage. “Oh, son of a bitch.” She dropped the touchstone to the ground and went for her wand. It spoke to her skill that she actually got it out and had a spell on her lips before she was hit with several invocations of Ba at once, halting her movements altogether. Her face was still twisted into the same grimace, words of defiance ready and loaded on her tongue.


peramene, Dove, Self-Aligned Arsonist was captured day two!


At the request of the Magistocratic Council, she was tried and executed that same day for treason.


Votecount for Day 2

peramene (11): t a s t e, Deadbeat Dad, merk, merk, merk, DGK2000, merk, Sub Rosa, merk, yuming, Mr. Humalong, Token Female, peramene, NevergirlsOFFICIAL, Hal Incandenza
Deadbeat Dad (3): merk, yuming, Spoonsy, merk, merk, merk, SolusLunes, Amnistar, NevergirlsOFFICIAL, peramene, merk, peramene, merk, yuming, NevergirlsOFFICIAL
NevergirlsOFFICIAL (1): hambeet
merk (0): Deadbeat Dad, Sandwolf, Sub Rosa, Deadbeat Dad, Sub Rosa, Sandwolf
Hal Incandenza (0): NevergirlsOFFICIAL, NevergirlsOFFICIAL
Spoonsy (0): merk, merk, Token Female, Token Female
t a s t e (0): Amnistar, Sub Rosa, Amnistar, Sub Rosa

Not Voting (1): Sandwolf

With 16 alive, it's 9 votes to execute. The current deadline is July 09th, 2020 at 9 p.m. CDT -- that's in about 49 minutes.

Somberbrero fucked around with this message at 00:36 on Jul 14, 2020

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Overnight, a list of undercover Night Witches is disseminated throughout the magical underworld, burning dozens of agents and causing complete chaos. It's hard to tell if Mynah was cut down before or after the incident, but she was found with her throat slit in a back alley in Toulouse, notably along with a number of dead 'Magpies,' a group of hedge witches and former Night Witches turned criminal operators. They had existed in a comfortable peace with the Night Witches, providing valuable intelligence that kept vital operations running.


Mr. Humalong, Mynah, Night Witch Tracker was found cut open night two!


Perhaps Matron Robin would have known what to do, or to say, or even exactly what happened. However, the mother hen of the Night Witches had finally found something that could keep her from working; death. Of course, Robin had prepared for this kind of eventuality, and after so many hours passed without her sitting at her desk at the Aviary, one of her contingency runes activated, sending a message as to where her home could be found.

It wasn't much, honestly. Just a simple two-bedroom flat with several bookshelves filled with old paperbacks and a minimalist aesthetic that left a little something to be desired. It was clear the Matron spent most of her time at the office.



yuming, Matron Robin, Night Witch Doctor was found dead of a heart attack night two!



Votecount for Day 3



Not Voting (13): Amnistar, Deadbeat Dad, DGK2000, Hal Incandenza, hambeet, merk, NevergirlsOFFICIAL, Sandwolf, SolusLunes, Spoonsy, Sub Rosa, t a s t e, Token Female

With 13 alive, it's 7 votes to execute. The current deadline is July 13th, 2020 at 9 p.m. CDT -- that's in about 2 days, 22 hours.

Somberbrero fucked around with this message at 03:21 on Jul 13, 2020

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits



Just a quick programming note, this post is allowed but I think it sets a dangerous precedent. In the future I'd request players not post screenshots like this as it could be problematic in certain contexts.

Okay that's all I love you! Have a good game, posting levels seem fine to me but I'll double check counts at the end of the day.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


alright that's hammer no talky while i typey

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


News of the chaos within the Night Witches, regarded previously by those aware of their order and function as unimpeachable protectors, spreads beyond the Aviary, and the Magistocractic Abjuration Council becomes heavily involved. With the death of Matron Robin, there's no strong enough presence to assert their authority, as they exist within a quasi-legal limbo in this new government. The Magistocrats are scared, and scared people make dumb decisions. They need answers, and even more, they need a scapegoat.

As far as the Nainian government is concerned, this rumored 'secret society' is nothing more than treason in fancy dress. To relieve some of the pressure on the organization as a whole, the senior Night Witches known as 'The Rattle' make the difficult decision to turn Sandpiper over to the Abjurers for further questioning. While plenty of birds had their suspicion, it's nonetheless shocking when birds return home to the roost to find Sandpiper's desk cleaned out. No one saw them take her away.

No one ever sees her again at all.


Token Female, Sandpiper, Night Witch Vanilla disappeared day three!


As some of the more ghoulish Night Witches go to reclaim Sandpiper's office furniture to their own ends, they notice a familiar symbol etched into the underside of her desk.


Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Another week passes, and for once it ends without incident. Whatever grand schemes are playing out behind the scenes, they remain hidden for now. The Magistrocratic Council expresses optimism that the current crisis has passed, and it will be business as usual moving forward. Reports get filed, international incidents are avoided, and the world continues to turn.

For now, anyway.



No one died night three!


Votecount for Day 4



Not Voting (12): Amnistar, Deadbeat Dad, DGK2000, Hal Incandenza, hambeet, merk, NevergirlsOFFICIAL, Sandwolf, SolusLunes, Spoonsy, Sub Rosa, t a s t e

With 12 alive, it's 7 votes to execute. The current deadline is July 17th, 2020 at 8 p.m. CDT -- that's in about 2 days, 22 hours.

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Maybe it would have all been fine if Hamerkop hadn’t run.

That’s what you try to tell yourself anyway. It’s beside the point, because when Hamerkop walked into the atrium of the Aviary to find seven other Night Witches waiting with binding runes, she didn’t think twice. She nodded, as if taking a moment to process and accept what was about to happen, and drew her coral bladewand.

Hamerkop shouted “IPRA!” and a wave of heat radiated out from her in a wave, sending the arresting agents to the ground or else to put up barriers. It gave Hamerkop just enough time to invoke the Word for fire again, but this time while channeling flight, sending her bursting out through the glass ceiling like a rocket, a trail of billowing flames following behind her, leaving the scene a wreck of shattered glass and embers.

She got pretty far too, before the Evocators caught up with her about an hour outside of Seoul. They were the business end of the Magistocratic stick, and were happy to blast first and ask questions later, if they could be bothered at all. There wasn’t enough left of her to discern much, but a thorough inspection of her bladewand indicated she was clean.


Hal Incandenza, Hamerkop, Night Witch Jack-of-All-Trades was turned into little bits of ash day four!

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


Interim Matron Vulture finished reading her latest briefing and pushed her chair back, sighing loudly. She was tired to her very core, but she still had a smile on her face. Crane had done a lot of good for the Night Witches since she’d been caught out. Luckily, she had come without much of a fuss after the failed failed Battle at the Aviary. She just needed her skills channeled correctly, and the occasional reprimand when she tried to build something catastrophically dangerous. Of course, Parrot and Goose still weren’t talking, but there was no surprise there. At least they didn’t have to worry about Nightingale anymore. It was still a minor miracle that Blackbird took them down, who knows how things would have turned out otherwise?

Vulture didn’t depart for home, not just yet. With their cane wand in hand, they hobbled down to the dueling pitch alone. It was late, but there were still a handful of birds practicing. Vulture quietly cloaked themselves using a complicated inversion of Umvau, and just watched.

Since the incident last year, it had become apparent that the Night Witches needed to focus on combat readiness if they were going to survive. Their ranks had thinned, and they needed to do everything every they could to prevent failure in the field failure failure.

As Vulture left the field, the sounds of firebolts and ice blasts echoing down the hallway, she smiled. It had been difficult coming back out of retirement, but not as difficult as it would have been if she had stayed in seclusion and watched the Night Witches destroyed. Now, every day felt like a new adventure. Life was good good goo̸d̴ ̷g̵o̴o̴d̶ ̸g̷o̸o̶d̵ ̶g̴o̵o̸d̸.




Wait, no, that's not right. Hang on a sec. Let's try this again.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMrm4b56vYs

quote:

Mother, make me
Make me a bird of prey
So I can rise above this, let it fall away
Mother, make me
Make me a song so sweet
Heaven trembles, fallen at our feet

DGK 2000, Finch, Night Witch Painter died of a brain aneurysm night four!

Sub Rosa, Blackbird, Night Witch Mason Recruiter was shot night four!

Spoonsy, Ibis, Night Witch Joat disappeared night four!




Their nightly errands comes to a bloody end, the cabal came without pause the morning after, and this time there was no subterfuge. Most agents were out in the field, searching desperately for any leads they could find on the traitors within the Night Witches. It was at that time that they decided to make themselves known.

As the three of them entered the Aviary, Parrot drew her black bladewand and began casually maiming anyone they ran into, while Crane cowered behind Nightingale, who showed no emotion at this display other than a kind of smugness. As they made their way into the main annex, an alarm was raised. Red light flashed from the ceiling, warning runes that had never been used before suddenly activating. Beleaguered Night Witches began to trickle in, only to be taken back by the combined might of Nightingale and Parrot.

Nightingale flew about the room like a woman possessed, tearing at her fellow birds with long, sharp nails and ferocious teeth, only stopping to use magic when temporarily inconvenienced. Parrot said nothing, moving like an automaton as she carefully worked her way through the room, her black bladewand moving too fast to follow. Crane took a bag from her side and spilled it out on the floor. A number of delicately carved wooden snakes covered hit the floor, instantly coming to life the moment they touched the tile. Quickly, they wriggled out across the floor to climb up and wrap themselves around the necks of any unengaged witches. Crane hid behind a flowerpot as the lobby became a chorus of death throes and strangled breath. She only got up when a bloody Nightingale tapped her on the shoulder.

Crane looked up in fascination. Nightingale was covered in gore, but she was smiling with her hand offered out. “Come on then, we’re nearly done.”

Using two wands from fallen witches like lockpicks, Crane worked on the door outside the inner sanctum while Parrot stood guard, occasionally leaping into action to defend themselves from another would-be pursuer. Nightingale watched impatiently as Parrot shot a firebolt through another witch’s throat. This was taking too long.

The moment she thought it, a small group of witches burst into the outer sanctum. Nightingale sneered as she recognized them. Too little, too late. Toucan stepped forward from them, her wand balled up tightly in her fist, speaking in low, gravelly tones.

“You complete
assholes.”

She ran across the room, invoking Heam and Oa simultaneously so that the tiled floor of the Aviary was sucked up as she ran, encasing her in a thick marble shell. Parrot smiled, the first time any of you had seen it, and ran at her invoking Makit to encase her blade in diamond. The two met with tremendous force, and Nightingale was forced to the side as Albatross and Thrush came at her.

Thrush threw out a bundle of pebbles, which sent a powerful jolt through Nightingale as she ran past them. Doubtless it was this and only this that saved Albatross from her first attack, and she brought up a Gahar shield that just barely stopped Nightingale’s claws from gutting her.

As Parrot and Toucan battled back and forth, neither giving ground, a loud ‘click’ went unheard through the din of combat. Toucan gasped, her stone shield giving out, and she went to her knees. Parrot turned around to see Crane holding the Soul Camera, looking wild eyed. Parrot shrugged, and swung her blade down on Toucan.


Jen X's flip is unobscured! Jen X was Bulbul, Night Witch Vanilla!

Sandwolf, Toucan, Night Witch Doctor was endgamed day five!

Across the floor, Nightingale was dodging between blasts of ice and salt from Albatross as Thrush rooted through her supply bag for another weapon against the vampire witch. She didn’t notice Goose step out from the hallway behind her, invoking the word for ‘Harm.’ It brought Thrush down to her knees. Goose invoked it again. Albatross turned in shock, giving Nightingale just enough of a window to drag her index finger across her throat. The four stared at each other in silence for a beat, and then without a word went back to the vault door.

Amnistar, Thrush, Night Witch Inventor was endgamed day five!

NevergirlsOFFICIAL, Albatross, Night Witch Bulletproof Bodyguard was endgamed!

It took Crane a few minutes more, but she disabled the security runes to the inner sanctum. Inside, there was nothing more than a large diamond, set in the middle of an obsidian table. Nightingale circled it for a moment, taking in its beauty. This was the central waystone, the master key to their extensive network of travel points across the leylines of the world. Nightingale tried to remove the diamond, at first by herself and then with the help of Parrot, but to no avail. She turned to the three of them.

“Go. Take care of what you need to. I’ll meet you back out front in five minutes.” Crane started to argue, but Parrot just grabbed Crane. Goose made no move, and Nightingale cocked an eyebrow at her. “I have a plan for this, actually,” Goose said. “I just need you to pull up on the table, very hard.” Nightingale stretched out her neck, and Goose began to chant.

Many, many miles away, Vulture watched her scrying runes in shock as they were one by one torn apart, slowly taking apart her vast network. She stood up and paced about her apartment, not sure where to go. Someday, she knew, there would be footsteps in the hallway, and a knock at the door, whether from the Magistocrats or this cabal. She stood at the kitchen counter, trying to pour a cup of tea and failing, before putting her head in her hands and crying from sheer frustration.


merk, Vulture, Night Witch Party Host gave in to despair day five!

Five minutes later, the four of them met as promised. Crane had a bag full of goodies she had looted from Thrush’s workshop, Parrot carried an old, knotted broom in her hand, Nightingale had the entire table the waystone had been set in on her shoulder, and Goose walked slightly behind, carrying nothing and unsmiling. The four of them looked back at the chaos, the blood and the fire and the horror they had wrought in the Aviary, and then back at each other. There was shared a single thought among the cabal, one they did not voice out loud because they did not need to.

It was worth it.



GAME END!










Later

Parrot just sat and smiled as her father told her the same story about his recovery for the thirtieth time. He had been sick, so sick! The doctors, they said that was it for him. Bah, doctors! What do they know? She had kept the vial in her coat, and would sometimes squeeze it gently as a little thank-you to the universe. Baba Yaga had kept her word, and delivered Parrot the cure for her father's illness immediately upon receipt of her broom, which had been kept in the Night Witch archives for who knew how long. You reached out and put your hand over your father's. He smiled, not stopping the story.


Nightingale watched the procession of vampire nobles enter her court with something close to disgust. So many of them were weak, pathetic, mewling creatures who deserved nothing better than to serve under your rule, and so they did. One by one, they came before your throne to offer gifts and oaths of loyalty, as you were the new Duchess of the American Northeast. The previous occupant of the title stood nearby, wearing a classic jester costume, ready to caper at her immediate command. One supplicant did not kneel quite low enough, doubtless a deliberate slight, and Duchess Nightingale rose from her throne. As she walked deliberately down the steps, the fool in front of you realized his mistake and started trembling. With one hand, she grabbed his head and squeezed, popping his skull like a grape. Attendants came in from her left and right and began cleaning her outstretched hand as someone dragged away the body. She smiled, for this was her right.


Crane looked up to realize that it was nearly midnight. Gosh, where did the time go? She put down the welding torch in her hand and stretched. Now that she had almost nothing but free time, she was making progress like she never could have imagined before. It helped having a healthy cache of goodies from the Night Witch evidence locker, not to mention Thrush's notes. Crane still felt a little guilty reading them, it seemed like they both could have been friends, but she was sure Thrush would accept that progress was necessary, no matter the cost.

An automaton, animated by a complex pattern of runes on its shell, greeted Crane with a grilled cheese sandwich as she stepped out of the workshop and into the dining room. The rain had started up again, and was beating a gentle pattern on the windows this warm summer night. Crane hadn't been sure she had got the invocation for 'grilled cheese' exactly right, but it smelled delicious. She sat down there and opened her copy of
The Silmarillion alongside a notebook, flipping pages and occasionally jotting down something. She didn't realize it, but she was smiling while she ate.

Far away from the rest of them, deep underground, Goose flexed her leg. It was better, really better and not just dull. She looked over at the dead young man on the floor, completely drained of his life essence, and grimaced. The Font would probably take care of this at least, it had grown increasingly more servile and capable as Goose added followers to the Midnight Society. Speaking of which, it was about time for another meeting. She began walking down the hall, the meeting space had expanded considerably in the past few months. Blue nainlights gave the stone tunnel a cool, eerie glow. With each step, Goose felt her limp fade. The death curse of Jimmy Graves had finally been lifted from her, all it took was a few human lives to figure out the trick. With the unchecked power of the Font of Agonies, it seemed there was nothing she couldn't do. As her leg loosened, Goose began to run down the hallway. It burned, but it felt good. For the first time in over a decade, Goose laughed and smiled as she felt the raw power of herself made whole.






okay i'm going to go pour myself a drink and then we'll debrief. long story short, 3 town died last night. there are 8 players alive, and 4 of those players are scum. i promise we'll talk about the death millers.


and hey, before i say anything else, thank you all so, so much. you all did such a good loving job playing this game, it was a blast to watch. thank you so much for your contributions.

Somberbrero fucked around with this message at 07:21 on Jul 19, 2020

Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


okay so here's all my docs except for a bunch of stuff that exists in a notebook i left at work: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1B7zlWWoqrtpknpgVdEqQM0aR9NWv-ScP?usp=sharing


Was Jen X a Death Miller? Why did you put a Death Miller in your game?


Deadbeat Dad's role was 'Soul Thief.' Here's what would happen when DBD would target someone:

quote:

Each night, you may use your Soul Camera to suck out the essence of another player’s being, leaving them a withered husk. When you target a player with ##snap PlayerName, several things happen.

They lose any powers they have.
Their flip will be shown as ‘Cabal Goon.’ Flavor will indicate ‘something strange’ happened to them.
You will gain whatever powers they have if possible.

Your Soul Camera can only hold one victim at a time, if you ever choose to target another player, these conditions will all be undone for previously targeted players.

If you are killed, the soul you are holding will be freed and all conditions will be undone.

so, functionally in this game, dbd made Jen X a death miller and then was otherwise vanilla the rest of the game the way it played out.

as to why i did this, uh, i guess that's an answer with a couple parts.

i don't know who actually read 'cloaks' the prequel to this game back from 2016, but there was a very similar ability with different conditions in there. that game was also a scum victory, although not a flawless one, and i think it's fair to say that most people were pretty unhappy about it, but i felt like it was just barely that the scum were able to claw their way to victory. like in this game, the town had an overwhelming advantage in action economy.

so, when i made this game, i thought, what makes this setting different from everything else i've done? i almost never ever do sequels to games, so why am i coming back to this game and this 'universe' if not to play around with the concept of death millers?

i tried to give several strong hints about this to make it fair. maybe i was too subtle. after snooze managed to track down the obscure rpg supplement the magic system is based off in the first cloaks game, i was prepared for players to angle-shoot and dig into the deep lore. i feel like i gave fair warning. if you don't like that, fair enough, but i tried to be open about how experimental this game was.

back before i signed up the forums, a friend would tell me about these crazy mafia games. i think he mentioned some kind of tao jones vampire game, and he would describe these kind of bonkers, madcap mystery puzzles and it sounded like a lot of fun. i wanted this game to be something different, something that would capture that same sense of excitement i felt first hearing about mafia instead of running my 8th 15 player game with 3 scum and 1 serial killer.

i also should have given them better abilities to steal, that was sort of an oversight based on how many times i workshopped this game and that role in particular.


the midnight society

i kinda thought this would get blown up d1 but geez. some of the rules of how the midnight society functioned were a secret to its members but here they are

1. names are submitted by dead players
2. optional reward to submit a name for day one puzzle solve
3. majority vote kills, anything else fails. ties fail.
4. when a member dies, players may induct a replacement by unanimous private vote.
5. the kill is carried out by a 'shadow player' and can be blocked as normal
6. # of kills cannot exceed # of members
7. caps out at 4 kills
8. destroyed completely if all members are killed

so obviously this was an incredibly powerful ability and i think i'm lucky it worked out how it did, because it's too powerful in its current implementation probably.


the traitor mechanic

yeah i think this could have been done a little better.

okay so, there was a scum traitor in the midnight society. they didn't know scum team, scum team didn't know there was a traitor.

day 1 i offered solus a chance to send a message at a 50% chance that it would be intercepted by another random player. the idea was that the percentage would decrease each night until it hit 0% risk or it was intercepted. if it was intercepted they would get to send a message at 0% risk at the end of the following day. once at least two members of the scum team said the word 'traitor' in scum chat, they would be told of the existence of a traitor and given a recruit action. traitor would be auto-recruited if the soul camera was used on them, which nearly happened n1.

balance and mechanics generally

obviously we can't know, but if you ran this game one hundred times with one hundred different groups, i think it would play out in a 55/45 town/scum split. The town had too many power roles. Holy poo poo, this is one thing I should have learned from cloaks the first. i have no idea how taste and DBD survived 4 days. The scum should have died to night action bingo a couple times. If the game had lasted one more day, if spoonsy had used their hide instead of doctoring amni, or if sandwolf or spoons had either doctored dgk, the game would still be going on and i'm sure the town would have achieved unassailable momentum from there.

lotsa dual townroles in this game, duality was one of the concepts i was trying to play with bc it is simple and fun. The day masonry/the night masonry, dual joats and doctors, the tracker/painter role. I thought it was neat and introduced a good amount of wifom. again tho... too stupid powerful. if taste died early, there was no way the scum team could conceivably win with that many protective roles running around. bad design on my part.

oh, the painter role. that was a cool thing that never got to really play out. so dgk could 'mark' players with colors, and then whenever another player 'touched' that player, i.e. directly interacted with them, they would get paint on them. so if dgk paints soru green, and then the next day tao jones flips with green paint on him, dgk knows that soru visited tao jones.

the day masonry thing was cool but also too strong. i have the list of rewards written down in my notebook, but essentially sub rosa got a small buff every time they recruited town to their masonry group. there was a special interaction where sub rosa and a doctor would be confirmed to each other if they both targeted each other on the same night and hot drat i can't believe that happened night one.


okay i am very tired and i've been sitting here writing for four hours so that's probably enough.

Somberbrero fucked around with this message at 07:23 on Jul 19, 2020

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Somberbrero
Feb 14, 2009

The Pit Awaits


oh god and the arsonist thing right.


so pera was pretty much a bounty hunter. they had four targets, a day investigation, and a night action to douse/ignite. if one of their targets was lunched, they got an extra douse. they ALSO had the option to forgo a day investigation to ##light it up and ignite all doused players. in theory this pretty much guaranteed the arsonist would kill at least one player, and probably a town player! however, that did not happen. pera was hunting dbd, hum, jen x, and nevergirls i think off the top of my head.

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