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Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

@Baphomini Sorry I missed this! I’m going to use the same character sheets as the two linked examples, so you can use that as a template.

For everyone: I’m pushing rollout of the full story to tomorrow, but the short version is that this is going to be set in modern day London. This murder involves the Fae, so you are welcome to play some sort of supernatural humanoid, but are not required to do so (it will not impact gameplay either way).

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

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Adri had her clipboard tucked under her arm, the other working its way out of her sweatshirt, revealing a white dress shirt tucked in at the waist. Looking the role was half the part when it came to getting information, and this was one of those times where being done up would make all the difference. She paused, half out of the thick fabric, to catch the camera in her arms. They curled inwards, pulling the weight into her chest, for a moment forgetting that no one here was normal and wondering how he had managed to toss it over with such ease.

She looked to the camera and then back at him as she gently placed it on the ground to pull her other arm out of its sleeve. “You touched the body before you took photos?!”

Adri sounded downright scandalized. Really, it was mainly to be dramatic, and she would never have commented if it had been someone else; Al was the only other person here who would know anything about standard operating procedures, and nothing the Sunday Group did was really standard. It was not at all unusual to discover that scenes couldn’t be photographed. There was the slightest bit of actual horror, only because she liked to work in an orderly fashion. She had long ago learned to shrug her shoulders and let it go; that didn’t lessen her confusion as to how anyone else got anything done.

“I’ll grab a few photos and we can head over, sound good?” she asked, looking over to Blythe as she folded her sleeves up. She looked more like Adri’s mom than Adri did; Adri had turned out like a darker version of her father, but with features just vaguely exotic enough to make people question where she was from.

Now, where did you come from? she mused to herself as she started snapping photos of the corpse, one at this angle, one at that angle, whipping out a pair of gloves to turn the body get snaps of its front. You could tell where the face was, of course, but the black substance obscured and distorted everything.

Down the alley this way. Down the alley that way. From the opposite wall to the body. From the body to the opposite wall. She was efficient but thorough with her choices. A few more and she decided she had enough.

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are.”

Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

So it looks like we have the minimum of seven, so the game will be going ahead! @Xandrya @Zapdos @Alix @Baphomini @AntiRpRP @ParadoxShark @hanzo

If anyone else is interested, please chime in so I can let you know once the game thread is up; there is no maximum number of players.

I have a scenario in mind and aim to have a thread up by Friday. (It should be up before then, but my next few days may be hectic.)

Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

If we can get two more people interested, the game is a go!

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

Charynrae was watchful as always, careful to keep her face obscured as her eyes swept the way in front of them. She let Amal guide her; it was unnerving and comforting all at once, to have someone assisting her. Much less a human.

Once they were well inside the town walls she chanced lowering her hood. There were definitely a few second looks, and she could hear murmured words about drow, but no one seemed alarmed. They might not like her, but this was not the type of town where she would be driven out. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught an elf sneering at her, but she ignored it.

She pointed towards the wall, at one of the entities carved right in. “Black Dagger. Inn, tavern, bath house,” she read off the sign. “I would say we start there.” It made sense to keep them all together, at least to her, especially up here.

“Gamble? Not often,” she said. “As you can imagine, it can get… bloody, where I am from, and given its unpredictability, most avoid it. You said you were reminded of home. Where is home for you?”

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

“I take it you have some kind of insight?” Adri said with a glance over at Teajay. She had arrived too late to know what was happening and quite frankly saw it as no problem; she had no idea if she would have seen whatever they were discussing, but it would be just one more reason for her to question her sanity (which she sometimes wished wasn’t intact). “So, we need a search of the greater area to see if the scene needs to be widened,” Adri murmured to herself, flipping the map up to jot notes down on a blank sheet underneath. “A spell would probably work, but I usually just… ask.”

There was an interesting disconnect, sometimes, in the different understandings everyone had of the world. She usually went for a mundane solution, saving magic for when she had exhausted all her options. “There are probably more in these areas, but I haven’t been that way yet,” she said, gesturing at the section of her drawing devoid of any camera listings. “For example, there’s one right over there. Question is where it looks, which may not be this way,” she said, pointing up over at a doorway.

Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

UPDATE: Looking for another player. roleplayerguild.com/topics/192288-maf…

As the title says, anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf? Here are links to a couple games that have been done before:

roleplayerguild.com/topics/176957-col…
roleplayerguild.com/topics/177788-col…

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

Adri woke up before her alarm and spent two hours willing herself to fall back asleep before her phone finally started beeping at her. This was not an everyday occurrence, but today was not an ordinary day, not for her. She followed her routine as usual:

6:00 Quick snack and her prescriptions (including half a Xanax, which she normally skipped but today she knew she needed it).
6:15 Run. Outside. She had no interest in running, but it was healthy, so she put up with feeling like a cold, clammy corpse. 
     (The irony.) The visual was nice, at least; she ran through a park. And she did get to pet a dog.
6:40 Shower. Today was not a hair-wash day, thank goodness. She blow-dried the dampness out and put it up in a neat bun. No 
     make up today. She was dressed for business today, with a blazer and skirt over a plain long sleeved shirt.
7:00 Breakfast at 7. Eggs and toast.
7:30 Brush her teeth.

She ended up at the courthouse a good 45 minutes before she needed to be, which was fine with her. With her outfit she could have easily been mistaken for a lawyer as she waited, if not for the fact that she was sitting there reading a novel, not hard at work. She was absorbed in the words up until a Hispanic man in a suit walked up, putting his toes right up against hers. “Aren’t you cold?”

She closed the book and grinned, standing up to give Santino Estrada a hug. “No, thermal tights. Are you still Sarge or should I call you Lieutenant?”

He squeezed her back, laughing as he stepped away, shaking his head. “No word yet. Supposedly I’ll find out today. How has life been treating you?”

They began down the hallway. “Good. I’ve been doing good.” Their path was slashed with sunlight, the columns outside the tall windows casting their shadows on the wall.

“I’m sorry they keep bringing you out to talk about Kendall. It must be hard.”

She shrugged. “I’m used to it. Thanks for being here anyways.”

“At least they’re closing the case soon.”

“Yeah, I am looking forward to that.”

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Adri checked her phone as soon as she was out of court. Fortunately, the address was only a five minute drive away, and she kept a go bag in her trunk. She swapped her blazer for a well worn, dark green hoodie before leaving, wanting the freedom of movement that the blazer simply would not provide.

She parked across the street, saw everyone in the alley, and went around the other way, clipboard and pen in hand. She started her crime scene diagram as she walked. The Sunday Group wasn't the police, but old habits die hard.

“Sorry if I'm late, I had court this morning,” she said as she finally strolled in, giving a wave with the hand that was not holding a clipboard. “Did I miss anything?”

“Just the one victim?” she asked. “I might have seen some of the black stuff on the corner back there, but there are four dumpsters down that way, so…”

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The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

Curseproof

• NAME: Adrianna “Adri” (or “80”) Blake
• AGE: 32
• CONCEPT: curseproof police officer
• BACKGROUND: Adrianna’s parents both held disdain for the criminal justice system (her mother is a visible minority, her father was a delinquent in his youth) so she decided to Be The Change she wanted to see in the world. She went to university and double majored in criminal psychology and police studies. She thought she wanted to be a lawyer, but her time in school made her realize that she wanted to actually be right there in the thick of things, and possibly be able to actually do something, which led to her applying to the police department after she graduated.
  
  She had been a police officer for almost five years and had recently received her first transfer into the Homicide unit of her department when The Event happened. She and her partner of three months, Miles Kendall, were investigating a murder-suicide and it turned out to not be just an ordinary dispute. A cursed object had found its way into the possession of the perpetrator and had caused him to carry out the brutal actions he did. (At the time, of course, she didn’t know this.) It was the kind of object that would work its magic on anyone that opened it… and she and her partner both did.
  
  They both started seeing things and hearing voices that weren’t there, their torture increasing over the course of seven days. At the end of it, Adri woke up feeling like a fog had been lifted from her. Her partner, on the other hand, called her with a cryptic goodbye, and luckily she managed to get to him before his family did- she was the only other person that was around for him to try to kill before he ate his gun.
  
  The Sunday Club was there to cover everything up, and that was when she made the switch. She is a go-to for cursed objects, but enjoys the everyday work just as much. She is still Auntie Adri to the Kendall kids, and is still friends with his widow.
• PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5’ 6” with an athletic figure. She is on the smaller side, but she’s pretty sturdy (she keeps up with her police judo to this day). She has straight dark auburn hair that goes to her waist; she tries to wear it down sometimes, but inevitably it ends up tied or piled up somehow to get it out of the way. Her eyes are the colour of amber.
  
  Her favoured outfits are a fun tee shirt over tactical pants or a tactical skirt (she likes outfits that are cute and functional!), or “hungover fourth year college student” (consisting of an oversized hoodie and sweatpants with cuffs, the cuffs are a non-negotiable). When she has to be in uniform, she has it immaculate.
  
  She doesn’t use a lot of makeup, but she’s usually wearing something- colourful eyeliner or a lip colour in line with what she's feeling any given day.
• POWERS AND SKILLS:
  CURSEPROOF: Cursed objects have no direct physical effect on her, and mental effects are diminished. Any effects they might bring upon others when triggered by her do not happen. Anything she might be led to do to herself of to someone else doesn’t happen.
  
  FEAR IMMUNITY: Not so much a power as a necessary development considering what she’s seen. She has been through multiple instances of entities playing mind games with her for days and thus has nerves of steel when it comes to the supernatural and bizarre situations. (Of course, she is still afraid in other situations- probably even more afraid in some of them now, now that she knows about the world behind the world).
  
  MAGIC RESISTANCE: She's noticed that magic sometimes just doesn't seem to affect her the way it does everyone else. Injuries from magic aren't as severe; mental effects aren't as pronounced.