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Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

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One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

6:15pm, Last Seed 16
Pantry, Evermore Castle

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By the time Edith arrived, Tsleeixth had already sorted out his problems. Teranse and Zavin splayed out on the floor, dead. One of them was cut down by blade, while the other met his demise through magic. Tsleeixth himself didn't even have a scratch on him (an unbelievable first for him). The Argonian was dragging the cooks' corpses out of public view, and when Edith interrupted, he barely spared her a glance.

"My, Kyne's breath, that's..." Edith was speechless. She's no stranger to corpses, but seeing Tsleeixth in such aftermath, as a cold-blooded killer, was definitely not something she expected. "So, what happened?"

Tsleeixth remained silent. He threw the corpses behind the largest containers and walked out of the room, not giving a single damn. On his way past her, Edith noticed Tsleeixth wearing a shell-like necklace, and it was glowing bright red underneath his shirt...

6:50pm, Last Seed 16
Royal Garden, Evermore Castle

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Keegan had been juggling big balls in his clown suit for the last thirty minutes, and aside from the occasional guests laughing and mocking him, there was zero action to be seen. Vampires? Not a single trace. He did hear of some juicy gossips going on in the back, but that's none of Keegan's business (the crate-shipped group should take care it, right?). While juggling was a welcome and familiar distraction from the supposed danger lurking in the shadows, Keegan really hoped he could enjoy himself a bit more here. He would rather have one of those tasty dishes to eat, or maybe even try out those colorful infusions. Oh well, no one had been by his corner of the garden for almost ten minutes now, so Keegan decided to pack up his balls and leave.

Just as he was walking away, a mysterious individuals in dark robes and an ornate mask approached Keegan.

"Excuse me, sir, can I request a private performance?" The mystery person asked, with a strange accent that Keegan never heard before.

"Uh," Keegan shook his head, "sorry, my show tonight's over."

"How about a bonus booking then?" The individual rustled their pocket, the jingle of coins evident. "Just my friends and I, in one of the staterooms above. It'll be a bloody good time for everyone."

Something didn't sound right, but Keegan decided to go along anyway. As he was led halfway through the castle, he realized the masked person had signatures of magic. The magicka was equally as foreign as the accent. But nothing was as foreign as the scene Keegan was about to walk into. He was approaching the most well tucked away stateroom possible, probably in a bonus floor between second and third floors of the castle, and down a bare corridor that opened to an even more blank corridor. Finally, they walked to the last double door. It had none of the grand decorations present in other areas of the castle, and just beyond them was someone moaning; it sounded like...Lucex Venatorii?

Sure enough, the doors opened to reveal none other than Lucex him(her?)self. Lucex was half-naked (wearing the torn remains of a lacy dress) on a large bed, with three people (in similar states of undress) surrounding him. For Keegan's lack of better words, Lucex was in a "compromising" position, appearing delirious and entranced. The other three, well, they turned to look at the newcomers. All three were pale, red-eyed and had fang-like teeth. Satisfied to see someone they expected, one of them went back to biting Lucex's neck.

"Heh, so, this is funny..." Keegan giggled nervously. He found the masked person behind him to be deadly serious, and also put both hands firmly around his sides.

"Quite the opposite, sir." The mystery person announced. Off came the mask and out came the vampire. "We take dinner very seriously; it would be rude to not join us."

Keegan read enough cheap horror novels to know how this goes. Without hesitation, he slapped the vampire with the strongest paralysis spell and got the Oblivion out of Windhelm. He ran through the empty corridors like the champion sprinter Yousane Bol't, and ran aimlessly like that celebrity half-wit forester G'ump. Keegan's pretty sure he knocked over a couple of expensive statues and paintings in the process, and someone was upset at him. In fact, he didn't even care if anyone's still pursuing him until guards started yelling from behind.

"Stop right there, criminal, uh, clown scum!"

Oh right, Keegan's still wearing that stupid suit. Yeah, he's not stopping now. He's going so blindingly fast that he ran right into the strong arms of an Altmer lord. This high elf was even taller than Keegan himself, and a lot firmer (also not as golden, but who cares?). He caught Keegan and held him tightly to his wheezing and panting pursuers.

"In the, phew, name of the duchess," the fattest guard coughed, doubled over and hands on his knees, "you are under arrest for, uh..."

"Mischief," another guard shrugged, "I guess..."

While Keegan was stuttering for something clever to say, the Altmer lord pulled him closer and spoke on his behalf.

"But is it not the jester's task to perform mischief?" A cryptic smile accompanied the lord's smooth words. Keegan also sensed magicka. "Let us have fun for once, dutiful protectors; this is not the clown you're looking for."

"Not the clown we're looking for." The guards agreed. "Apologies, Lord Nyrehtaud." Then they marched back out in near unison.

All Keegan could do then was laugh. Damn his stuttering, damn his social awkwardness. Though this was kind of funny, and when Keegan inspected his savior, he found that cryptic smile still plastered on Nyrehtaud's face. Suppose this lord also shared Keegan's "peculiar" sense of humor. Using magic to bolster his speech like that, Keegan was impressed. The only thing left was to show his appreciation, and stumbling through his mumbles with great effort, Keegan finally managed a weak "thanks".

"No need to thank me, my impish little jester." Lord Nyrehtaud said. "I believe your best performance is yet to come; Master Horace Fontaine there is dying to be entertained."

"Yes, right, what?" Keegan startled. Did Nyrehtaud read his mind or something? "Horace...Fontaine?"

"Of course." Nyrehtaud beamed. His smile grew even bigger, if that's possible. "There's plenty of patrons for you tonight, and plenty of time..."

Cold Front: Tacitum (Mafia Party Game)

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Cold Front: Tacitum

^{Sequel to: Cold Front: Antarctica}

◤ Whoever wishes to keep a secret
must hide the fact that he possesses one. ◢
─ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Introduction

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Chiavo is a (fictional) city-state on the Mediterranean, known for its beach resorts, olive farms, traditional architecture, and a rich history of crime families. Today, all but one of those crime families are defunct, whether from competition, transformation into legitimate organizations or dismantled by the government. As the last of its kind, the Crogiolo Syndicate has retreated underground. Long gone are the syndicate's days of brazen robberies and lavish parties. The name Crogiolo in 2019 implies an obscure network of thieves, smugglers and drug dealers.

However, obscurity does not equate to safety. The syndicate's matriarch, Federica Azzurro, considered untouchable by the law for decades, has been arrested. A convoy of police vehicles surrounded her suburban estate at night, followed by broadcast of her meticulously covered up crimes in the morning. Chiavo Police promises more arrests to come; they have discovered Crogiolo's biggest secrets.

There are only seven people in the matriarch's inner circle, that are privy to her most discrete dealings. You are one of them, and you know that only your peers could have leaked the secrets to the police. The matriarch never appointed a successor among you (expecting to stay in power for decades), but there is a consensus to finding the traitors, and exact swift vengeance upon them.

Participation

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Read the rules before continuing.

This RP is a 7-player adaption of Mafia, except the flavor of killers and townsfolks have been flipped around. If you've never played this game before, you can learn more on this wiki.

This roleplay will be player-driven; you influence what happens, so communicate frequently. The game runs between three to six (OOC) weeks, and one IC post is required from each player per week. Your spot will be reassigned to a queued player if you miss the deadline.

After seven players have signed up (further applicants will be placed in queue), certain players at random receive secret roles. These roles are in the next section. Your role must remain a secret and will only be revealed if you die. Do not PM other participants (active or defeated).

Mechanics

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Gameplay is divided in 2 phases:

The game starts in "Day" phase, which is the time for interaction. Throughout this phase, there will be an ongoing vote for who is believed to be the killer. At the end of Waking Phase, the character with more than half of all votes (ie. 4 votes out of 7 active players, 3 out of 5, etc.) will be lynched and their role revealed. Players can choose to abstain from voting and change or cancel their votes within the allotted time. Once both murderers are caught, the game is over and those remaining win. Otherwise, we continue into the next phase.

"Night" phase means silence. No IC posts are allowed during this phase. The GM will message everyone to determine their course of action for that night. This is the time for the antagonists to kill, and also for special roles to use their abilities. Roles will be given through PMs and results will only be returned once all actions are locked in.

Vote tally and the result of each phase will be tracked in OOC. Please specify your Daytime vote in IC (with hider), or OOC.

Roles

_{*All role actions are optional, which means you don't have use your ability if you're scared of being busted.}

Antagonists (Undercover police)

• Goon – The standard "bad guy"; eliminate one player each night
• Roleblocker – Block 1 player from their nighttime action; takes over for the goon if they are killed

^{*The antagonists can directly PM each other.}

Protagonists (Crogiolo Syndicate)

• "Citizen" x3 – No nighttime ability
• Investigator - Investigate 1 player each night, revealing their alignment (protagonist or antagonist; no result if blocked)
• Enforcer – Prevent 1 player from being eliminated at night; can't protect yourself

A roleclaim is a statement of what your role is.

MafiaWiki

Don't roleclaim. You may accuse another player. However, no one is allowed to show OOC proof of roles (role assignment PM and/or investigation results).

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