bryce777
Count
To say the banquet was sumptuous would be to say the ocean was big and wet. Delicacies from around the Empire graced the table of Trajanis the Terrible. Fish from the Indian Ocean carted long miles in seawater tanks, pastry stuffed with tongue of lark, pate from the liver of mice. As always, his table was set as much to display his wealth and ability to attain the astounding and impossible as it was to titilate the senses.
Lounging on a comfortable silk cushion, Trajanis spoke as the banquet wound down. "Here me now. Why have I gathered you all together, you ask. Each of you has dressed in a costume as I have asked of you, one that does not reveal any aspect of your lineage or identity." he said as he looked around the room. " Many of you consider me your enemy, and this is somewhat just, but from amongst you I shall pull some of you up out of the choir into the limelight, to be amongst the true power brokers of the Empire. In fact, a new Empire entirely, not this feeble, corrupt thing."
"Do you speak of treason, Trajanis?" asked a fiery voice, its source lost in the background of muttering and exclamations of the other guests.
"No, indeed. I do not. For you see, I owe my loyalty not to Rome at all but Carthage. I marched by the side of Hannibal and if not for the perfidy of Rome, today Carthage would stand astride the world. An Empire, yes, but a just one, not this rotted and corrupt thing!"
"You are mad!" another voice shouted. "That was centuries ago!"
"Centuries ago, and yet I survive. I struggled long years to bring Carthage back to life, but it was futile. When age started to rot my bones, I sought ways to sustain myself eternally. I sought, and I found!"
Gasps came from around the room, but no one spoke.
"I found, and I offer this to you. You are without a doubt the best Rome has to offer. Fiendish, cunning, merciless, ruthless, powerhungry, and without doubt the most devious group of monsters I could hope to unleash on the world. And yet I can make you even more vile. Behold!"
With that his skin rippled and dark black hairs penetrated his skin. He gurgled and screamed as his transformation took place, until finally a beast of evil grace and hideous strength stood tall, hunched under the vaulted ceilings as it surveyed its guests.
"JOIN WITH ME. DO YOU NOT WANT POWER?" its bestial voice demanded.
Several of the guests started to run and one had the audacity to scream "I'll never be your slave!" and run toward him with knife drawn.
His defiance was short-lived, as arrows rained down from unseen slits to end his life. Likewise, those who fled were cut down like wheat before the scythe.
When the terrified remnants turned back, Once again Trajanis stood as his familiar self, still tall and powerful, with a sinister air.
"I'm afraid none of you have any choice. The cowardly and the rash have been weeded out and this is good. What's left are the strongest. From these I will choose the true survivors. Some will try to survive by guile and deceit, others by attempting to take charge, others by appearing to be less or more than they are until it is too late."
"What is to be done to us?" one brave soul ventured to ask.
"Done to you? Nothing by me...but by each other. Two full legions of my men surround this villa. None shall leave alive except by my command. Four of you, I will visit in the night. I will take you as my children, and feed the power of my blood into you. Each of these packs will compete with the other, and with the remainder of you. Each day the village may execute one of its members using this silver knife. Every night, each pack will slake its thirst on the blood of the villager of its choice. Any deviation from these rules results in death. It is a game of the mind, not brute force! The survivors will be my captains as I raise an army to bring Rome to its knees forever. The rest...the rest of you scum will be dead, of course."
Rules:
The basic premise is that wolves are hiding amongst normal villagers. Each day, the village attempts to find one of the wolves and lynch him. Their ultimate goal is to kill all the wolves. The wolves, on the other hand, attempt to eat everyone int he village. Each night, each pack can eat one villager. When the wolves of one pack are 50% or more of the village, the village loses. In addition, once per game, each wolfpack can turn one person to their cause.
Here are the roles:
Patrician: Raised in a life of constant scheming, they are both versed in the art of the poisoner and have means to negate its effects. Once per game, they may poison another player. They are themselves immune to poisoning due to the antipoisons they ingest...but they are also immune to wolfsbane. Also, they may not declare they are patricians beforehand or that they are going to poison beforehand or the poisoning will FAIL
Equestrian: The equestrians are the knowers and the doers of the Empire. The equestrians here are both country doctors with a smattering of herbal lore. As such, each has obtained a quantity of wolfsbane in the night. Anyone protected by their wolfsbane will be immune to wolf attack. Anyone taking 2 doses in 48 hours will die a horrible death.
Oracle: each day, the oracle chooses one player to prophesize for. That is, he reveals the role of one player to another player, but he is not allowed to reveal his own role to anyone or reveal anyone's role to himself.
Centurion: Two centurions are amongst the feast's guests. Recognizing each other's tattoos, they immediately join together to track down the wolves. They may talk via PM during the day or night, and each night they can choose to find out the role of one player. They may also choose to split their efforts onto two subjects, in which case each gets a 50% chance of succeeding.
1. No editing.
2. No posting PMs.
3. No using online times to check who is innocent or not, or checking online times at all.
3a. To ensure this I ask that ALL players set their profiles to hidden for the duration of the game.
4. During the night, wolves may PM each other or talk on messenger.
5. During the daytime NO ONE may PM ANYONE with anything game related, except the centurions.
6. Only wolves may PM each other at all about anything game related.
7. Executions are determined by majority vote.
8. Wolves should all agree on every hunt choice.
9. If you don't post in the thread at least once a day when you post elsewhere on the forums I will kick you out of the game.
Player list:
bugman (minotaur)
xardob (charon)
seff (Socrates)
easyco506 (highwayman)
trooper (wolf)
freebird (pauper)
tarrant (centurion)
vulkan (Apollo)
cleaning agent (Hercules)
Villy (blacksmith)
Oubliette (pissboy)
Dagorkan (fishmongerer)
Hidrogeno (vestal virgin)
James (priest of Mars)
Velmu (llama)
Adaham (gladiator)
HitlerClone27 (jester)
Bulle (lion)
Nethros (hart)
Lounging on a comfortable silk cushion, Trajanis spoke as the banquet wound down. "Here me now. Why have I gathered you all together, you ask. Each of you has dressed in a costume as I have asked of you, one that does not reveal any aspect of your lineage or identity." he said as he looked around the room. " Many of you consider me your enemy, and this is somewhat just, but from amongst you I shall pull some of you up out of the choir into the limelight, to be amongst the true power brokers of the Empire. In fact, a new Empire entirely, not this feeble, corrupt thing."
"Do you speak of treason, Trajanis?" asked a fiery voice, its source lost in the background of muttering and exclamations of the other guests.
"No, indeed. I do not. For you see, I owe my loyalty not to Rome at all but Carthage. I marched by the side of Hannibal and if not for the perfidy of Rome, today Carthage would stand astride the world. An Empire, yes, but a just one, not this rotted and corrupt thing!"
"You are mad!" another voice shouted. "That was centuries ago!"
"Centuries ago, and yet I survive. I struggled long years to bring Carthage back to life, but it was futile. When age started to rot my bones, I sought ways to sustain myself eternally. I sought, and I found!"
Gasps came from around the room, but no one spoke.
"I found, and I offer this to you. You are without a doubt the best Rome has to offer. Fiendish, cunning, merciless, ruthless, powerhungry, and without doubt the most devious group of monsters I could hope to unleash on the world. And yet I can make you even more vile. Behold!"
With that his skin rippled and dark black hairs penetrated his skin. He gurgled and screamed as his transformation took place, until finally a beast of evil grace and hideous strength stood tall, hunched under the vaulted ceilings as it surveyed its guests.
"JOIN WITH ME. DO YOU NOT WANT POWER?" its bestial voice demanded.
Several of the guests started to run and one had the audacity to scream "I'll never be your slave!" and run toward him with knife drawn.
His defiance was short-lived, as arrows rained down from unseen slits to end his life. Likewise, those who fled were cut down like wheat before the scythe.
When the terrified remnants turned back, Once again Trajanis stood as his familiar self, still tall and powerful, with a sinister air.
"I'm afraid none of you have any choice. The cowardly and the rash have been weeded out and this is good. What's left are the strongest. From these I will choose the true survivors. Some will try to survive by guile and deceit, others by attempting to take charge, others by appearing to be less or more than they are until it is too late."
"What is to be done to us?" one brave soul ventured to ask.
"Done to you? Nothing by me...but by each other. Two full legions of my men surround this villa. None shall leave alive except by my command. Four of you, I will visit in the night. I will take you as my children, and feed the power of my blood into you. Each of these packs will compete with the other, and with the remainder of you. Each day the village may execute one of its members using this silver knife. Every night, each pack will slake its thirst on the blood of the villager of its choice. Any deviation from these rules results in death. It is a game of the mind, not brute force! The survivors will be my captains as I raise an army to bring Rome to its knees forever. The rest...the rest of you scum will be dead, of course."
Rules:
The basic premise is that wolves are hiding amongst normal villagers. Each day, the village attempts to find one of the wolves and lynch him. Their ultimate goal is to kill all the wolves. The wolves, on the other hand, attempt to eat everyone int he village. Each night, each pack can eat one villager. When the wolves of one pack are 50% or more of the village, the village loses. In addition, once per game, each wolfpack can turn one person to their cause.
Here are the roles:
Patrician: Raised in a life of constant scheming, they are both versed in the art of the poisoner and have means to negate its effects. Once per game, they may poison another player. They are themselves immune to poisoning due to the antipoisons they ingest...but they are also immune to wolfsbane. Also, they may not declare they are patricians beforehand or that they are going to poison beforehand or the poisoning will FAIL
Equestrian: The equestrians are the knowers and the doers of the Empire. The equestrians here are both country doctors with a smattering of herbal lore. As such, each has obtained a quantity of wolfsbane in the night. Anyone protected by their wolfsbane will be immune to wolf attack. Anyone taking 2 doses in 48 hours will die a horrible death.
Oracle: each day, the oracle chooses one player to prophesize for. That is, he reveals the role of one player to another player, but he is not allowed to reveal his own role to anyone or reveal anyone's role to himself.
Centurion: Two centurions are amongst the feast's guests. Recognizing each other's tattoos, they immediately join together to track down the wolves. They may talk via PM during the day or night, and each night they can choose to find out the role of one player. They may also choose to split their efforts onto two subjects, in which case each gets a 50% chance of succeeding.
1. No editing.
2. No posting PMs.
3. No using online times to check who is innocent or not, or checking online times at all.
3a. To ensure this I ask that ALL players set their profiles to hidden for the duration of the game.
4. During the night, wolves may PM each other or talk on messenger.
5. During the daytime NO ONE may PM ANYONE with anything game related, except the centurions.
6. Only wolves may PM each other at all about anything game related.
7. Executions are determined by majority vote.
8. Wolves should all agree on every hunt choice.
9. If you don't post in the thread at least once a day when you post elsewhere on the forums I will kick you out of the game.
Player list:
bugman (minotaur)
xardob (charon)
seff (Socrates)
easyco506 (highwayman)
trooper (wolf)
freebird (pauper)
tarrant (centurion)
vulkan (Apollo)
cleaning agent (Hercules)
Villy (blacksmith)
Oubliette (pissboy)
Dagorkan (fishmongerer)
Hidrogeno (vestal virgin)
James (priest of Mars)
Velmu (llama)
Adaham (gladiator)
HitlerClone27 (jester)
Bulle (lion)
Nethros (hart)
