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Mystic Mafia: [Mini 1864]

Wiccan, a Turtle Mystic [Ritual Caster]

Infinity 324,

Chaos Mage, a Rabbit Mystic [Redirector & Time Manipulator]

Nachomamma8,

Druid, a Turtle Mystic [Shapeshifter]

RedCoyote,

Witch Doctor, a Turtle Mystic [Hated Day Vigilante]

Staeg,

Light Warrior, a Turtle Mystic [Connection Senser & Breaker]

Dunnstral,

Shaman, a Turtle Mystic [Alternate Tracker & DreamWalker]

Desperado,

Seer, a Turtle Mystic [Evolving Investigative]

Nahdia

Medium, a Turtle Mystic [Connection Forger and Observer]

camntsuki (camn + Katsuki)

Yamabushi, a Turtle Mystic [Ascetic-Commuter and Purifier]

1.) Votes must be bolded and at the start of a line. If I don’t see it, it won't count.
2.) Unvoting is nice, but not necessary.
3.) Once a majority is reached, that person is lynched.
4.) If there is no majority at deadline, there will be no lynch for that day.
5.) Day 1 will have an approximated deadline based on when the game starts – it will be no less than a week. All following days will have a deadline of 10 days.
6.) Nights will have 60 hours maximum. Any night actions not submitted will simply not happen – the thread should be open 60 hours following a deadline lynch.
7.) Do not talk about this game outside the thread unless your role allows you to.
8.) When you die, you may only post as directed by the mod.
9.) Do not edit posts. Do not use invisible text. Do not use small text.
10.) Do not quote any communication from the mod (that includes PMs) in the game thread.
11.) If you are going to be gone for an extended period of time, please let me know. See rule 12.
12.) If you do not post for three days you will receive a prod. Three strikes, you're force replaced. Further, you will be blacklisted from any future games using the BaM ruleset.
13.) If you notice mistakes aside from the vote count, PM me. Bold notification about vote count issues in the thread.
14.) Play to win.
15.) Play with the spirit of the game in mind.
15.a.) This means ASK before you do something you think I might question. Questions are good. Modkills are bad. See rule 12.
16.) Have fun. Remember that everyone playing are actually real people and treat them as such.
17.) Violet is my color. Use it if you can make me laugh
18.) Night actions are determined using Natural Action Resolution

The Master was sitting on the edge of a withered cliff on Mt. Zao. Mars shone brightly alongside the moon and stars. When a breeze blew a floating leaf into his lap, he opened his eyes with a smile, turning around to meet figures cloaked in shadow.

“The day that you find this orb you will no longer be seekers. I wonder if you will be able to face that fear.

I wonder if you will have the courage to stare into where the True orb resides….”

He removed a ball of stardust from the folds of his cloak. The swirls of colors were as nebulae in the miniature galactic sphere. Stars shot across the small cosmos, leaving beautiful comet trails. The size was bigger that his head and should not have been able to be concealed in such a way. As if he had pulled it out of the veil itself.

“You always babbled nonsense, master. Perhaps the power of the orb was too much for you, its driven you to madness. We have researched all the esoteric texts, we know how to contain and make use of it.”

A laugh erupted from the depths of the master's core. The mountains shook and the trees joined him in his bellows.

“I wonder how it will make use of you.”

A shadow darted forward, blade brandishing in an arc like the crescent moon above. There was a rustling of robes and wind, but no other sound as the master smiled down at his pupil.

“You…. Really are immortal? Why have you not shown us these secrets!?”

“It is not I that is immortal… It is that which is Real never dies.”

With that the master fell backward in an arc off the cliff. The orb floated up out of his hands and grew incredibly bright, the shadows scurried behind rocks, afraid their presence would be revealed. The orb split off into the four directions.





The crows cawed at dawn. The master was nowhere to be found. Scattered throughout the globe, practitioners of the Turtle Path awoke to omens and signs of all sorts of disturbance. Rituals were prepared, spells were cast, and others retreated to their sacred places for great Ceremony.

You all meet on the Astral Plane. In this vast array of worlds, you choose a neutral place. There is a Tavern, that opens out to the elements. The breeze flutters through. Mead is served by wisps and spirits that are bound to the safe haven.

You discuss the disappearance of the Master, the Orb, and the disturbances felt across the realm. Who present has agendas of their own?