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⚠️ [Halloween Event] Werewolves Among Us

This thread contains significant descriptions of psychological trauma or horror.
Timestamp
Spooky Spooky Halloween (Era XXVI Post-Fractum)
Location
Crown Inn, Beyond Space
Roscarnis blink. And frowned. There was some disturbance in the air, though he couldn't quite place it. The dead far out-deaded to living now, and the living was trying to cling on parlously to life. There was no need to explain, to campaign, to rationalize. There were some that would get it, and then there were some that won't.

It was getting clear to him now who the last wolf was. It was now a game of numbers it seemed - and the odds, he supposed, was not in his favor.

"Well, well, well." He turned towards Ministra. She had played a good game, from the looks of it, the literal wolf in sheep's clothing. If the sheep was slightly insane and over the top.

"Well played."

He could only hope he won't remember this damn encounter when he returned to Sacrum. He certainly didn't need anymore nightmares.

Roscarnis votes for Ministra
 
Valanthia's self-pitying reverie was interrupted by the thunk of a tankard of the Crown's impossible, everything-at-once ale as Strover arrived in an exquisite example of deliberately terrible timing. "So that happened," he said in slightly amused tones.

He continued, settling into the seat next to her and propping his feet rudely up on the table. "Listen, I'm not quite oblivious enough to hit on you right now, despite what you're probably thinking. Besides, it seems like that doesn't end well for the people who try it. I would have thought that bygones could be bygones now that we're all dead anyway, but I guess some people take the game a little more seriously than I do." This with a head nod towards Niven.

"Look, you can tell me to leave if you want, but it's not in me to let someone suffer in silence all by their lonesome. You don't have to talk to me or even acknowledge my presence, but I want you to know that you're not alone in the world. Or at least not in this crazy alternate world we've all found ourselves in.

"That's it. No expectations, no demands, just the presence of another warm body to remind you that you're not completely on your own. And I promise to go annoy someone else the moment you ask. In the meantime, I'll just be here enjoying this incredible ale."


And he proceeded to do exactly that.
 
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Valanthia's self-pitying reverie was interrupted by the thunk of a tankard of the Crown's impossible, everything-at-once ale as Strover arrived in an exquisite example of deliberately terrible timing. "So that happened," he said in slightly amused tones.

He continued, settling into the seat next to her and propping his feet rudely up on the table. "Listen, I'm not quite oblivious enough to hit on you right now, despite what you're probably thinking. Besides, it seems like that doesn't end well for the people who try it. I would have thought that bygones could be bygones now that we're all dead anyway, but I guess some people take the game a little more seriously than I do." This with a head nod towards Niven.

"Look, you can tell me to leave if you want, but it's not in me to let someone suffer in silence all by their lonesome. You don't have to talk to me or even acknowledge my presence, but I want you to know that you're not alone in the world. Or at least not in this crazy alternate world we've all found ourselves in.

"That's it. No expectations, no demands, just the presence of another warm body to remind you that you're not completely on your own. And I promise to go annoy someone else the moment you ask. In the meantime, I'll just be here enjoying this incredible ale."


And he proceeded to do exactly that.

Valanthia was lost enough in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Strover until the tankard of ale smacked down on the table. She looked up at him balefully, but as he spoke, her expression softened.

"Thanks," she said, quietly but sincerely. "I...kind of thought the same thing, but...I guess not."

She took another sip of the drink in front of her, and made a momentary face of disgust. Whatever this stuff was, they probably had better spirits in Terramarique.

"I'm not...not really in the mood to talk, but...thank you. The company is...pleasant."
 
Poor, poor Roscarnis de Lylles. For a moment the entire Crown Inn stopped in time and wept for him, lost as it was in the mourning of the thing.

Ah well. He was just a Lylles anyway. They all stunk like fish; everyone knew that.


Round 8: Daytime Ends​

Roscarnis de Lylles has been hung by popular vote. Oh my. So sad. Just like those Lylles though.

Dandelion Frost, Gunther Geargrinder have been elminated due to inactivity.

Round 9: Nighttime Begins​

Werewolves, Doctor, and Seer will be pinged for targets. Results will be posted within the next day or so.

Barthelme
Byxlle Vixen Bones
Dandelion Frost
Éclair Mainesthai
Eyvind Redbeard
Gunther Geargrinder
Iori McKenzie
Jade Alanon
Liahal
Ministra
Niven
Pescado Branch
Roscarnis de Lylles
Rovain Baeldhel
Sliucha Sindosa
Straylor Leonard
Strover Selthannin
Talindra Koranthil
Theodallion
Tylag
Valanthia L'Evienne
Vaurien
Vireylda Saharn
 
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Poor Tali. She was eaten. Eaten I say!


Round 9: Nighttime Ends​

Talindra Koranthil has been eaten. Because the werewolves are bad friends.

Round 9: Daytime Begins​

Voting may now commence, though it's just a formality now. But because I am a benevolent Ceckard Dain, everyone may now have ghost or whatever else sex until I end this game and thread on Sunday, Dec. 5 at 11:59pm PST.

Have fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.

Barthelme
Byxlle Vixen Bones
Dandelion Frost
Éclair Mainesthai
Eyvind Redbeard
Gunther Geargrinder
Iori McKenzie
Jade Alanon
Liahal
Ministra
Niven
Pescado Branch
Roscarnis de Lylles
Rovain Baeldhel
Sliucha Sindosa
Straylor Leonard
Strover Selthannin
Talindra Koranthil
Theodallion
Tylag
Valanthia L'Evienne
Vaurien
Vireylda Saharn
 
Nope! Squick! Did. Not. Want!
Ghost Sex was, out of everything Éclair had done in her life,
A little beyond the young woman's current Interests. Not least of which given the whole, Ex was about and NOPE!
Éclair, having spent the last few rounds,
Making with the whole, could Ghosty Cupcake and Bake (and, Clairé being who she was,
Mostly eating said treats rather than y'know, sharing, had but one itty bitty little Black Forest Cupcake with a cherry on the top in hand,
Careful, moving ever so slowly as Éclair slipped about the tavern,​
Careful!
Steady now! Steeeeady!
And ta-da! Cupcake balanced atop Ministra's head!​
Perfit!
 
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GHOST SEX! See now that's Demon's kind of jam. Toy approves too.

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Priest did not participate because he's more into spirits. Preferably 50%.
 
Ministra laid back in her booth, satisfied, with a hand resting lightly on her belly. She burped, a small cloud of sparkles puffing in front of her face, and pulled red hair from between her teeth. No use trying to hide it any longer, she smiled over at Jade and gave her a small golf clap. They had made a pretty good team for this game, them and the two others who were now enjoying a bit of unbanned ghost or whatever else sex. They deserved a little fun after what the villagers had done to them.

The only person left was that saurid and Mini was extra glad that she wouldn’t have to eat him. Scales were not appetizing at all. Better to let him hang. And hang he would. There were just a few more things that she wanted to address before casting her vote.

First, was the glorious reappearance of the beautiful and tantalizing Clairé. The spirited young woman precariously placed a cupcake onto the vampire’s head and it was all Ministra could do not to giggle. But only a little. She had a reputation to uphold, after all. Couldn’t have people seeing that she was prone to levity from time to time. Slender fingers reached above her head, around the delectable treat, which she then popped into her mouth as her shirt read There’s always room for dessert.

”Thank you, vanima,” she crooned, not knowing if the ghost would be able to understand, but hoping that the sentiment at least translated well through the veil. To emphasize her gratitude, she created a heart shape with her hands and placed it over her chest. ”Sorry for eating you.” She blew Clairé a kiss and then noticed her sire’s stare.

She couldn’t really blame him. There were many times when she was in the throes of passion and wanted to look only at herself. For who else could compare to the beauty and allure of Ministra? Still, she found it more than amusing that he would be participating in an orgy, with his fiance, and still only have eyes for Mini. Well, if that wasn’t a massive stroke to her already inflamed ego, she didn’t know what was. Her t-shirt changed again to read, Once you go black-hearted, you never go back. A blown kiss for him too then, a promise that she would allow him to do all those terrible things to her that he was likely concocting in that dark mind of his.

But yes, back to the vote. Ceremonial as it was at this point. She pouted at ghost Clairé and shook her head, ”He keeps voting for me.” A fake sniffle and a dab at her dry eyelids with the back of a knuckle. ”I just don’t know what I did wrong to make him hate me so much.” Her frown twisted into a wolfish grin, eyes growing darker as they landed on Pescado. ”Guess he’ll have to die.”

Mini votes for Pescado.
 
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