[DPR Mafia] Suras 4 - Mafia wins!

[DPR]

[DPR]

As any historian will tell you, the history of Suras is a savage one, drenched in blood spilled by both man and beast.

 

One  of six planets, Suras is by most to be considered to be an ocean planet, and it is the sea that dominates most of her cultures and customs.  Most parts of the sea (it's considered one sea by most cultures, and divided into territories, but not different oceans) are relatively shallow and heavily interspersed with islands. In the southern hemisphere, two of those islands are home to a society of sailors, or as many people have come to think of them over the centuries, pirates. Their home is The Hall, on the island of Sel Arren.

 

Known across the ocean as fierce opponents and experts with blades, they are the only culture to use their signature weapon, the Sinta blade. They are also well known for shorter, broad bladed daggers known as "palm blades", particularly useful in throwing.

 

The Hall is ruled by The Minister. Each Minister is chosen by his predecessor, and is known by the number under which they serve. So, the first Minister is known as "The First". The current Minister is "The Nineteenth". Under the Minister are exactly 100 Captains. There are never any more, or less, and they make up the ruling class of the Hall society. Each Captain owns at least one ship and crew, although many own multiple ships and relegate the Captain's spot to First Mates. The First Mates are never considered true Captains, though. Captainhood may only be gained by the choosing of a current Captain, or by the sale of the title.

 

The physical Hall is carved out of the peak of the rocky point that is Sel Arren. The Captain's apartments are below, their crews below them, and the town of Sel Arren is at the base and spread along the bay.

 

The pirates are a complex society, which we shall all see shortly. But know this: there is not one that does excel with the blade. There is not one who does not think quickly or strategically. They are a fierce and proud people that face adversity every day, and their resolve is unparalleled.    

 

More information will be introduced in the storylines. In addition, at any point, anyone may ask on thread or off for me to clarify a point, and I will do so.

 

[DPR]

GAME SETUP AND RULES:

 

This game will be a political one, as the opening scene will reflect.

 

It will end with an election. You will choose between two candidates, and PM me a secret ballot before 6 p.m., July 25th.

 

The election results will be announced at Game End, 8 p.m. on that same night.

 

One candidate will be Town. The other candidate will be mafia.

 

The Town wins if their candidate receives the majority of votes. The mafia win if their candidate receives the majority of votes.

 

This is the only win condition in this game.

 

Dead players may not vote, so it is to each sides advantage to preserve players/voters lives.

 

Of course, the Mafia team are the only players who know who the mafia candidate is, and will be doing everything they can to get you to vote for that person.

 

Day Phase will last 48 hours. Night Phase will last 24 hours. There will be no exceptions.

 

Each Day, every player must vote who they feel is mafia. The person with the most votes (not a majority vote, mind you) at the deadline will be lynched. You may always vote No Lynch. Votes must be glowed to count, and you must unvote to re-vote.

 

Everybody gets 1 Vig kill.

Everybody gets 1 Doc heal.

Everybody gets 1 Cop find.

 

Be very careful how you choose to use these powers.

 

In addition, other roles may or may not exist in this game.

 

Absolutely NO ONE is allowed to talk, PM, or convo in any way about this game outside the thread unless specifically given permission to do so. I don't even need to tell you what will happen.

 

Please keep RL and personal matters in their proper place. I used this rule in the Call-Your-Shot game, and wish it had been in many of the games I've played since. If anythgin happens to anybody, PM me, and well do whatever we can to fix it. In case of emergency, I would hope that everybody would be supportive, and that no one would ever fake something like that.

 

Keep it friendly. It's a game. Some people's role demands that they lie or play aggressively. Know that before you play, and if you find you are sensitive to this, PM me to talk about it.

 

This is a Suras game, so you know you have a few other factors out there to deal with:

 

A Moral Dilemma may be presented to individiual players. For instance, a player may find themselves in a situation where they have to sacrifice a stone or even their own lives to save their team. You will have to decide what to do.

 

A Call & Response Action:  At certain points in the game, the Mod may step in for a roll call to see who is paying attention. It will be announced as a “Call & Response Action” and a keyword will be given. For example, if the keyword is “JUMP”, then each player’s next post must include the word  “JUMP”, then their regular post. Fail to post the keyword will result in death.

 

A Russian Roulette Action: It is possible that you will encounter a puzzle of sorts. It will be announced as a “Russian Roulette Action” and go like this: Let’s say you are waiting at port for the ship “Maiden’s Folly” to arrive. Unexpectedly, three “Maiden’s Folly’s arrive and you have to choose the correct one. Choose the wrong one and you die. The group may determine by a quick vote the order that they wish to put the players in to choose. So, if the first player chooses incorrectly they die. Same with the second.  Choosing the least valuable among you to do the guessing would be wise.

 

*Mod Whisper - The Mod Whisper will be used in this game. It is entirely possible that at some point in the game, I will PM you with important information. The information will always be true, and always of relevance to the game. You may want thte information, or, you may not, but you are goign to get it, and the thing to remember is this: absolutley do not share it with any other player. This goes for Mafia as well as Town. You may use it to speculate on thread, but you may never say or imply that it was given to you by the mod.

 

And then there is Bonestone. But, we'll get to that in the game. heh

 

Player List:

 

1. Pete - Town - killed N5

2. Aemon

3. Wombat - Town - killed D3

4. Lily - Town - killed N3

5. Alys - Mafia - killed D4

6. Lia

7. JLM

8. Amadine

9. Bela - Town - nightkilled N1

10. Nae - Town - Sacrificed herself N3

11. Verbal - Town - killed N4

12. Tigraine

13. Pookie

14. Mnwhitrose - Mafia - killed N4

15. Pandy - Town - killed N3

16. MCS

17. Talya - BEVA PERRADA CANDIDATE

18. Danya

19. Dae

20 Al Jenn - Mafia - killed N2

21. Barmacral - BOVA PERRADA CANDIDATE

22. Rey - Town - killed N2

23. Meesh.  ;D

24. ed - Mafia - killed N2

25. L13

26. Aust

27. Lavinya

28. Adella - Mafia - lynched D2

29. Hybrid

30. Red - Mafia - lynched D3

31. Jeran

 

 

 

[DPR]

Story brought over from Sign-Up thread and preceding the Opening Scene...

 

 

If you could see yourself, would you slip the blade so easily?

 

The thought echoed through her mind as she crept through the doorway, and into the room where the man slept. The blade was held stiffly at her side.

 

Smokey haze still filled the room from the pipe that the man had been sucking into before he fell back, lost to this world with one foot firmly in the other.

 

A single candle softly guttered as the slight breeze of her passing crossed over the flame.

 

She decided that the answer was yes, she would. And so she did.

 

Her blade before her, she crossed the distance in lithe movememt, reached up to wrap her hand around the man's forehead and pulled back, trapping him into the chair. The other arm whipped around, crossed the blade over his neck, and pulled deep.

 

Hot spray flew across his chest and lap. She didn't know whether he had woken at the last second. She didn't care.

 

As soon as he stopped thrashing, she let up on her grip and let the body settle.

 

Almost immediately the spirits came, but she had known that they would.

 

The man's soul would be welcomed, judged, then exhalted or condemned. And they would all know her for what she had done.

 

They would see her standing there, blood dripping from her blade.

 

She let them.

 

With a flick of her hair, she turned, planted the blade into the wooden frame of the door, and pulled the black doeskin shirt over her head.

 

Her intention had never been to hide.

 

She slipped out of her trousers and pulled the blade free.

 

The water was bloodwarm as she dove in, the nets not far below.

 

As soon as she reached them, she began to slice through, the blood from the knife more than enough to attract  the creatures she knew to be close. The holes in the nets would let them in.

 

As she felt water swell up beneath her, she let go and kicked back toward the surface. Part of her knew she would be lucky to reach it alive. A smaller part thought it might be easier if she didn't.

 

Despite that smaller part, she broke the surface and pulled herself out of the water, and onto the planks she had left only moments ago.

 

It was done.

 

Raisa pulled her hair back, wringing water from it. Then she jumped up, padded lightly to where she had left her clothes, and let the rest happen as it would.

 

She did not look back as she heard something heavy pulling itself out of the water where she had just left.  It would find the still warm carcass with little effort, as she had intended.

 

Raisa ran past one of the warning bells situated at the start of the bridge, but she did not pull it, even though it meant her death not to do so.

 

At this point, that mattered little as her death was assured by the murder she had just committed.

 

But none of that mattered. it didn't matter if they killed her now, and it didn't matter if they put her chains and drug her all of the way back to the Arch.

 

She had done what she could, the rest would just have to happen as it would...

 

***

 

“How many were present for the vote?”

 

“Thirty-one were oficially counted.”

 

“But we don’t know how many sent ballots in?”

 

“Not yet, Minister.”

 

The Minster stroked the beard on his chin, calculating the odds.

 

Out of fifty Captains, a majority had been present for this convocation, and that meant many things.

 

‘The votes will not be read until dusk?”

 

The other man shook his head.

 

A majority of Captains showing up for a regularly scheduled convocation during a time of peace was almost unheard of. They would rather be out at sea, securing trade.

 

That an unscheduled convocation had been called after last night’s murder, and was attended by a majority of Captains, was proof of the Minister’s suspicions.

 

There would be a challenge to the Minister’s seat, and everyone knew it.

 

Call it mutiny, or anything else that you wanted, The Hall survived because of strength, and at some point, doubt had been sewn over how strong the reigning Minster was.

 

The glare of the late afternoon sun shone off of the waves below.

 

There had never been a Minister who didn’t prepare for such a thing, and the 19th had been preparing for this uprising for some time. But, even he had been surprised to hear of the murder at the floating city of prayer.

 

The Minister looked down over The Arch. It curved above The Pit, and above the waves that hid the death that would come for those that were found guilty by The Hall.

 

“Are they sure that it was Raisa?”

 

The other man nodded slowly, “There is no question, sir. She let herself be seen.”

 

The Minster shook his head. “Damn.”

 

***

 

Cool mist wreathed around the pillars of The Hall. Dawn would break soon, but the secret meeting that took place had no need of its light.

 

Far better, the Captain thought, that these words be spoken in darkness, at least for now.  He turned to face the other Captains.

 

“You are all here because you believe, as I do, that our Minister is unfit to hold office any longer.  I say it plainly because I believe it to be a simple fact. For years we have stood by as The Hall has entered into treaty with foreign nations over shipping rights and territories. We have stood by as The Hall bowed to the rules of the Floating Cities, and worse, we have bowed to a Minister who no longer allows us to take what we can.”

 

“What we have become is not what we were. The Hall is no longer a symbol of power, but instead, has become just another merchant group.” 

He held up both hands in a motion of acceptance.

 

“And I know that The Hall has prospered under this Minister. I know that there are many who support what he has done. But I ask you to consider this; where does it end?”

 

The Captain pointed to a wall entirely covered by a magnificently painted map of the southern hemisphere of Suras.

 

He pointed to the Islands that were their home.

 

“Sel Arren has been our home for over six hundred years. It was claimed by The First Minister, and our blood has been shed in its defense ever since.” He paused, sweeping his hand over the much larger Island of Sel Erratz.

 

“We could have settled here. The grazing lands are lush. The forests and rivers are beautiful. But The First valued those things less than he did a defensive position…”

 

His finger slid across Sel Erratz, over the small bay that separated that island from Sel Arren, and stopped on the rocky outcrop that was their home.

 

“Here.” He nodded, “This is where The First chose to build The Hall, on a island of rock. And as his masons made their first cuts, they knew that this Island, this mountain of  stone,  would never fall to attack, though it would weather many.”

 

“Today, our grand halls and homes are all carved into this mountain. We face the setting sun, and between us and Sel Arren lie the Dragon’s Back Docks that house our ships. Sel Arren itself is home to our country estates and families, and I for one, very much like things the way that they are. The way that they were meant to be.”

 

He judged the looks in the other men’s eyes. It was almost time.

 

“I tell you that The First built this place, our home, for a dominant society! Not a bunch of merchants! He built a fortress to defend and attack from, not a place of philosophy from which to listen to other nation’s points of view. And above all, I am positive that he did not ever intend for his Captains to trade their Sinta Blades for pens to write in ledgers, or scales to measure currency.”

 

“The First demanded that his Captains and their crews be the finest bladesmen on this planet because he intended us to be warriors, and I say it is time to be just that!”

 

He shook his head now, a sneer coming into his voice, “The Nineteenth would see us neutered. He put an end to the Swifts. He made it illegal to attack any ship unless under attack, or under conditions of war. He…married a witch…” He paused for just a moment.

“…And we are at peace. Our numbers grow, and our profits are greater than they’ve been before. But how far will this go?”

 

“On this very night, one of our own, Raisa, has been put into the cages under the Arch to be tried for murder. But Raisa did not break any of our laws…she’ll face trial because of the laws of the Floating Prayer Cities.“

 

“Why did she cut Handal’s throat? Who knows, but that is between her and her Captain. Not some Monk who has been offended and demands justice! That Monk and his city live because we supply them with everything they need! They bow to us, not the other way around!”

 

Nods of assent came now, and a grumbling swelled from the crowd. It was time.

 

I declare myself Bova Perrada. I will challenge the Minister’s reign, and by The First, I will take his seat and bring order and dignity back to The Hall! Will you join me, brothers? Will you become Bonds Perrada, and make our society as grand as it was meant to be? What say you…?”

 

Nods were followed by “ayes” and the Captain realized in pleasure that it was done. He had become Bova Perrada.

 

“I thank you, brothers. I will declare myself tonight in order to forestall judgment against Raisa. We will have 21 days to either win the support of Sel Arren. Let us not waste a single one.”

 

 

[DPR]

 

Opening Scene:

The sun sets, and it is a red hue that bathes the Arch in the last light of day. The Captains have gathered, more than expected, and the air of expectation is closer to a lightning storm than the peaceful dusk that was falling over the land.

 

The Minister watches, knowing what is about to happen, for there is no mistaking the look in these men’s and women’s eyes. He only hopes that he has made the right decision.

 

Below, one Captain seems to be surrounded by others. He has become the center of attention. The Minister knows that this will be the one that declares himself.

 

The only cage that holds a prisoner is the focus of all eyes. Tonight, Raisa will face the charge of murder.

 

The Minister closes his eyes. She had always been one of his best, on whom he could always count on. He had searched for any way to save her, and the one way he had found, he had acted on.

 

At the appointed hour, torches were lit to illuminate the courtyard. Torches were also lit below, set into the stone walls that wrapped in a semi circle around the beach.

 

Below the Arch was the Pit. Should any man or woman be found guilty of the crime they had been charged with, and should the penalty call for death, the Pit is where their cage would be lowered.

 

Death would come from the water, rising from the waves. Sometimes there were few, and sometimes there were many. But the Myshir Trept would always watch for the torchlight, and the flames would bring them, however many were near.

 

The Minister cleared his throat. It was time.

 

“I greet the Captain’s of the Hall, a bid a fine evening to all that serve them…” He performed a sweeping bow, complimenting the Captain’s and mocking them, all at once.

 

Tonight, one of our own stands charged of a crime committed in the city of Des Leera. As we all know, taking the life of another is prohibited there. As the monks have allowed us free trade and access to the cities, so have we agreed to abide by their laws.”

 

He leveled his steel gaze over the people gathered beneath him.

 

“And Raisa has broken their laws, taking the life of one who shall remain nameless. He shall remain nameless because his name does not matter here. The Monk’s law requires that no life be taken, and Raisa has broken that law.  For that, she must answer.”

 

A few shouts were heard, calls of protest, both against following the Monk’s laws and against the charges in the first place. A rather loud cry of “she was setup!” rang through the air.

 

The Minster continued.

 

“As we have always followed the law of The Hall, so shall we continue. As Minister, it is my duty to see that Raisa pay for the offense she has offered.” He looked at those below him one more time…”And I say, Raisa must pay with her life.”

 

Howls of protest filled the courtyard. Angry voices called out form one side to the other. The Minister held both hands out, palms down to quite them.

 

“And as always, any Captain that wishes to do so, may speak as to my decision…”

 

There. The trap had been laid. It was all the Minister could do…

 

As expected, the Captain he had noted earlier strode up to the raised stone Dias. His shoulders were thrown back and an air of confidence radiated from him.

 

“Here! I wish to address the other Captains!”

 

The Minister merely nodded in acknowledgement and stepped aside.

 

The brash Captain stood up to the Dias and bellowed to the crowd.

 

“I do not wish to see Raisa die! Do you?”

 

More calls of protest came from all sides, not just the men that had gathered around this Captain.

 

“So tell me this, good Captains…what need do we have of the Monk’s laws when we are standing on our own soil?  What need do we have of the Monk’s laws at all?”

 

Now the rumblings came this man’s group. Everyone else was silent. They knew what was coming.

 

The Captain straightened himself.

 

“I’ll not bore you with some long winded speech. I’ve come here to save the life of one of our own. And in the bargain, I’ll cast shadow over the man that would see her die.”

 

He waited now, to let that last sink in.

 

“I’ll cast shadows over many of the decisions made by The Nineteenth. And then I will tell you that better decisions could have been made.”

 

He stood to his full height.

 

“I declare myself Bova Perrada and invoke the custom of challenge to the current Minister. As of now, I have no name. I only live to serve The Hall.” He held both hands out palms up. “It is done.”

 

Cheers went up from his group, and from a few other well-placed people in the crowd.

 

The Captain stepped back, making room for the Minister to answer the challenge.

 

He searched the Minister’s eyes for uncertainty, hoping that he had caught the older man at least a little off guard. But there was none to be seen.

 

The Minster spoke calmly, in a very calculated voice.

 

As is the right of any Captain to declare him or herself Bova Perrada, I also have the right to answer that challenge.” He looked out at the eyes in the crowd.

 

“And I choose to decline.”

 

A gasp went up from the crowd and the Minister was pleased that at least that much had been a surprise. He continued.

 

“Instead, I choose to appoint my successor. In this case, he shall also be nameless and be known instead as Beva Perrada.

 

A younger Captain stepped forth with a solemn expression on his face. The Minister went on.

 

As is our custom, The Captain’s will have exactly three weeks to choose between my challenger, or my appointed successor. At the end of that three weeks, secret ballots will be cast, and I will relieve my duty to the man who wins that vote.”

 

“Until that time, no old crimes may be tried.” He waved a hand toward Raisa’s cage. “She may be released to her rooms and kept under house arrest.”

 

He turned back toward all who stared at him.

 

“I have served this post longer than most, and in that time I have made both friends and enemies. But I have never seen such political discord as I do now, and I bid each of you to take enormous caution in your vote. Let each man stand on his own merit, and vote with your hearts.”

 

The last light of day spilled back over the horizon and now only darkness and starlight dances across the ocean beneath them.

 

But in the torchlight, black shapes swam under the shallow waters of the pit.

 

The Minster wryly thought to himself that although they would be given no meal tonight, it would not be long before they did.

 

One more time he closed his eyes and hoped he had done the right thing.

 

[DPR]

 

This game is on. You have 48 hours (starting at 8 p.m. tonight) to choose your first lynch.

[Lord of 13]

Checking in.

 

And... list of players.

1. Pete

2. Aemon

3. Wombat

4. Lily

5. Alys

6. Lia

7. JLM

8. Amadine

9. Bela

10. Nae

11. Verbal

12. Tigraine

13. Pookie

14. Mnwhitrose

15. Pandy

16. MCS

17. Talya

18. Danya

19. Dae

20 Al Jenn

21. Crusher

22. Dsage - My pirate brother.  ;D

23. Rey

24. Meesh.  ;D

25. ed

26. L13

27. Aust

28. Lavinya

29. Adella

30. Hybrid

31. Red

32. Jeran

[cosmicpanda]

Forgot I was in this game. Oh dear.

 

[glow=red,2,300]vote: Lord of 13[/glow]

 

Clearly scum.

[DPR]

Switch Barmacral out for Crusher. And Dsage can't play, so there are only 31.

[Lord of 13]

*counts down the list* [glow=red,2,300]Pookie[/glow] is clearly mafia, for she hath usurped mine favored number, 13.

[mmeeshal]

1. Pete

2. Aemon

3. Wombat

4. Lily

5. Alys

6. Lia

7. JLM

8. Amadine

9. Bela

10. Nae

11. Verbal

12. Tigraine

13. Pookie

14. Mnwhitrose

15. Pandy

16. MCS

17. Talya

18. Danya

19. Dae

20 Al Jenn

21. Barm

22. Rey

23. Meesh.  ;D

24. ed

25. L13

26. Aust

27. Lavinya

28. Adella

29. Hybrid

30. Red

31. Jeran

Better? :D

 

[glow=red,2,300]Pandy[/glow]

 

I hazn't played with you in a while!! *snuggles*

[Lord of 13]

1. Pete

2. Aemon

3. Wombat

4. Lily

5. Alys

6. Lia

7. JLM

8. Amadine

9. Bela

10. Nae

11. Verbal

12. Tigraine

13. Pookie

14. Mnwhitrose

15. Pandy

16. MCS

17. Talya

18. Danya

19. Dae

20 Al Jenn

21. Crusher

22. Rey

23. Meesh.  ;D

24. ed

25. L13

26. Aust

27. Lavinya

28. Adella

29. Hybrid

30. Red

31. Jeran

 

Bestest. ^.^ You forgot to switch out Barm for Crusher.

[cosmicpanda]

I'm feeling the love, Meesha.

[mmeeshal]

Bestest. ^.^ You forgot to switch out Barm for Crusher.

Wrong.  Check your list in this post against your original copied list.

 

Or better yet, let me just compare them. ;D

 

21. Crusher

 

21. Crusher

Whaddya know... Crusher is actually supposed to be REPLACED with Barm... ;D

 

So I win.

 

I'm feeling the love, Meesha.

Oh, you should be. ;) :-*

[Lord of 13]

:o 'k then...

[Hybrid]

[glow=red,2,300]Lord of 13[/glow]

 

Because, clearly, his "player list" was a convoluted gambit to cause the town to lynch a player who wasn't even in the game, thereby causing some catastrophic event that would kill off half the town and allow the mafia to win easily.

[Lord of 13]

What the...

*shrugs* Well, it makes more sense than my own reason, so, fair 'nuff. :P

[LilyElizabeth]

I'm here. Am I the only one who got goosebumps reading that?

 

 

[WWWwombat]

And DPR has us confused already...

 

 

[cosmicpanda]

I'm here. Am I the only one who got goosebumps reading that?

 

 

 

[glow=red,2,300]unvote, vote Lily[/glow]

 

Non-joke vote; with 48 hour deadlines in a game this size we can't afford to hang around without voting.

[Naeann]

[glow=red,2,300]Pandy[/glow].... get off your voting facination.

[Red2111]

[glow=red,2,300]Aust[/glow]  :-*

 

 

Deadline

July 6th

 

Vote Count

Pookie(1): L13

Pandy(2): Meesh, Nae

L13(1): Hybrid

Lily(1): Pandy

Aust(1): Red

 

No Vote (25): Pete, Aemon, Wombat, Lily, Alys, Lia, JLM, Amadine, Bela, Verbal, Tigs, Pookie, Rose, MCS, Talya, Danya, Dae, Al Jenn, Crusher, Rey, Ed, Aust, Lavinya, Adella, Jeran

 

[Jeran]

Hmmm Nae jumped in ahead of my, but I'll vote for [glow=red,2,300]pandy[/glow] anyway.

 

Pandy, you chose to ignore 2 things in your argument. 

 

1)  Wombat also posted without voting and you didn't even mention him nor why Lily instead of Wombat.

2)  The rules state that the person with the most votes not necessarily the person with the majority will be lynched.

 

You sound like you are trying to manufacture a case against someone which means scum.

[cosmicpanda]

Hmmm. I didn't actually notice Wombat's posts, but I agree that he is just as bad as Lily.

 

Good point about the rules, but that doesn't mean that not voting is not scummy for all the usual reasons.

[LilyElizabeth]

Different isn't bad, Pandy, darling. I'll vote, but I don't think I need to vote with my "hello." Believe it or not, I've been too busy today to give this much thought. You seem a bit bloodthirsty to me, love. Luckily, my vote doesn't require much thought after that.

 

 

[glow=red,2,300]Pandy[/glow]