Patrick

Happy birthday Azuran! Seems like Team Wolf has a sense of humour both for their choice of an almost lynched player and for their timing.

Day phase now. Good luck lynching. Venefyxatu - Adam Peters Peredhil - Equiano Mynx - Carey The Death of Rats - Lieutenant Swanson Sweetcherrie - Tiney 1st lynchee Gyrfalcon - Michael Walters Azuran - Paqs 1st wolf kill Tanuchan - Davey Jones

A brutal roar from the slave quarters below shattered the relative calm of the night. After savagely tearing a dozen of the shackled and helpless slaves apart, the beast made its way through four of the mercenaries who had crowded the entrance to the slave quarters, tearing off limbs and ripping throats apart as it finally made its way onto the deck. Staring up at a moon that was still not completely full, the beast let out a bloodcurdling howl that made hairs stand on end. The creature could be described as a wolf with elongated limbs, standing on its hind legs, but that did not do it justice. No wolf had such a calculating look in its eyes. No wolf could radiate hatred as this creature did. Blood dripped from its fangs and glistened on its claws, and it still carried the arm of one of the soldiers it had dismembered on the way up to the deck. Those sailors who had been on the deck as the mayhem started all huddled in a group close to the main mast, knives and swords at the ready. Even so, when the beast ran at them they weren't ready for it. It barreled into them, knocking them over, and grabbing Paqs as it ran towards the rear cargo hold. By the time the sailors and mercenaries gathered the courage to investigate the cargo hold come the morning, the creature had vanished. All that remained of Paqs was torn clothing, his bloodied knife and a single arm, most of the flesh gnawed to the bone. It looked like he had managed to score a good hit on the beast with his knife, but as to what damage such a puny weapon could do to such a creature...none could tell. OOC: After almost being lynched, Paqs' rotten luck continues as he has become food for a werewolf. Day phase now. Happy lynching.

To clarify a few things: If the baner banes the wolf target, no killing happens. If the baner banes a lone wolf/devil, no killing happens. If the baner banes one of either the wolf or the devil, 50% chance to get a kill. If the baner banes the devil, the wolves don't get to use the devil's seer powers in addition to the above.

It is now night phase. The evil is out to hunt, and those who oppose them shall try and intervene. Venefyxatu - Adam Peters Peredhil - Equiano Mynx - Carey The Death of Rats - Lieutenant Swanson Sweetcherrie - Tiney 1st lynchee Gyrfalcon - Michael Walters Azuran - Paqs Tanuchan - Davey Jones

Whatever Paqs was about to say was interrupted mid-sentence as several pairs of hands grabbed hold of him and dragged him kicking and screaming to the railings on the starboard side. The Lieutenant and the first mate tried desperately to intervene, but a lot of sailors put themselves in their way. Before they even had a chance to do anything, the boy was unceremoniously dumped over the side. "Trim sails!" the first mate shouted as he frantically turned the ship's wheel, taking the Slug into a slanting turn. "Get slaves on the oars! Turn her around!" His shouts got the crew moving, some more reluctantly than others, and a select few under threat from the armed guards who had come up from below. It took them the best part of half an hour to maneuver the ship into position, lower the ship's skiff, and rescue the by then thoroughly miserable Paqs. No one noticed Tiney's body, her throat violently slit, and unceremoniously dumped in the former captain's now vacant cabin, for several hours. OOC: The dice decided the draw between Azuran and Sweet, and unfortunately for the latter, they chose her. It is now night phase, specials, PM me your targets.

Poor Captain York has sailed his last voyage on the high seas. The wolves have sprung into action. Day phase shall be open at least until the end of the weekend. Happy lynching!

Night fell. The captain was serious about running a tight ship and only experienced crew members served during the night, no fourteen year old was perched in the crow's nest in the starless sky above during the small hours. Captain York had retired to his quarters shortly after nightfall with a carefully selected jug of Caribbean Rum and the slave girl who had caught his fancy for that night. Barely had his business with the girl been finished though that a knock came at the door. The crew knew not to bother him except for major trouble, so despite wishing to fall asleep with a well-shaped breast each side of his head, the captain stifled a grumble, pulled on his breeches and opened the door. Equiano was no longer a slave, he had become too useful for that, but the captain still had not fully come to terms with having a black man on his ship who was not actually a slave. "Get out of here", the captain roared, slamming the door shut. He glanced at the half-finished jug, hesitated for a second, then took a long swig. "Don't get dressed yet", he said to the girl, who had started pulling on her clothes. She did not speak English, but she understood the waving of the captain's hands anyway. He wanted more. A knock on the door interrupted what the captain was about to start. He tore the door open, seriously considering throwing the former slave Equiano overboard. The creature standing there looked nothing like the Asante. That creature had no place on a ship, or even on land. Captain York's screams woke everyone on the ship. By the time Lieutenant Swanson arrived, the entirety of the captain's cabin had been splattered in blood and gore, and the only thing that moved was the fully naked slave girl, shuddering violently, the decapitated head of the captain lying slanted in her lap. OOC: Thanks to Peredhil for the inspiration of how the ship came to be cursed. This does not mean that Peredhil is or is not a wolf. It is now day phase, and cries for blood are heard on the ship (although the interior decorator has already quite well taken care of the interior of the captain's cabin in that regard...). Happy lynching.

Game thread is now up: http://patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?/topic/17313-werewolf-ii-game-thread/

It had barely been a week since the Fat Slug had left behind the port of Aného on the Slave Coast. The heat was sweltering, humidity atrociously high and the rain daily. For Captain York it was business as usual. It was spring in the Carolinas, the Slug's destination but would be getting on to late summer by the time she arrived. The perfect time for unloading a precious cargo of slaves, just before the autum harvest. The Slug was heavily laden with humanity, carrying well over five hundred souls, most of them slaves, shackled below decks. Not that John York counted them as souls. For him the barely fifty or sixty white men were all the humanity on board. The rest were but cargo. Perched on the stern, next to the first mate, who was anchored to the rudder as though his life depended on it in these calm seas, the captain could not help but smile. There were no signs whatsoever that this was anything other than a routine trip. OOC: non-lynching day phase. You have at least a few days to have your fun, before the wolves start having theirs.

Roles have been PM'd out, if you didn't get anything, you're a villager. Roles are not revealed upon death.

So it looks like we have: Venefyxatu - Adam Peters (cook, round, very round) Peredhil - Equiano (sailor, former black slave) Mynx - Carey (sailor) The Death of Rats - xxx (lieutenant) Sweetcherrie - Tiney (sailor, woman in disguise) Gyrfalcon - Michael Walters (former sailor, indentured servant) Azuran - Paqs (young boy) Tanuchan - Davey Jones (young man/boy, sailor in training) With these eight players we shall have four specials: 1 wolf (nothing new here...) 1 devil (loosely inspired by http://www.brenbarn.net/werewolf/rules.html) - the devil is a wolf, counts as a wolf for victory,but is also a seer, so can look at someone's role each night phase in addition to killing someone with his or her partner) 1 seer (as usual) 1 baner (can't protect himself, but can protect anyone else)

Phone chat...takes less effort than hammering away at a phone screen... card game or board game?

I plan on leaving sign ups open until Friday/Saturday, giving me a chance to start the game during the upcoming weekend.

Always white chocolate... Mountain or seaside vacation?

Sure do!

Tanny, I don't plan on using anything more specific than this: http://www.history.navy.mil/branches/teach/ships/ships11.htm

Werewolf II is now open! Who dares sail the high seas? http://patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?/topic/17312-ww-ii-ooc-thread/

Sign-ups are now open! Come one, come all, don't forget to board the ship before she sets sail!

Be sure to tune in shortly for incoming news about a new infestation of the beast known as the werewolf, in a different place and time, far away from the once peaceful village that was once torn apart by a shop owner and his band of malevolent spirits... ...brought to you soon by yours truly.

Looks like I got back from my vacation just in time to see things end. Sorry I wasn't around the past few days.

I am heading off tomorrow morning for ten day's of vacation. Have fun tearing the village apart while I'm gone.

Of course it would be quite interesting to see dear old Augustine's reaction to all this. *wink*

Tanny, I hope you don't mind me creating a new thread like this with a different picture.

Let me know if my post is too dark/violent for the Conservatory. I can always Scarlett Pen it, and just a put a link in its place.