DeanTheAdequate

Arrgh! I've over-extended myself on other boards!!! New story on Wed. I promise. (Now for a good sword name...)

OOC: Scorecard time!!! Who's Alive! Eyremon- Lord Iago: Elder Courtier Mira- Shijin: Musician of the Biawgaku style Lady Celes Crusader- Yumi, Kamiya: Geisha Tanuchan- Akane, Shimizu: Head Concubine of Lord Washima Nave- Eiji, Terauchi dragonqueen- Hoshhiko X-Sabre- Koun, Sawato Damon Inferel- Kyosuke MeThinksUFoolish- Kinjiru-San (Son of a Paddy Farmer) Elwen- Hisoka (Giesha) Who's Dead! Vlad- Inoue, Ishikawa (I came, I saw, I died) Vahktang- Shin, Washima (See you in the morning hon...) RedChef- Iron Chef (.........)

OOC: Well, I thought I would give it until midnight. But not even an appearance from RedChef could save him... sooo... IC: Mizuhara looks at the fabled "Iron Chef" of the Imperial court with scorn. "My Lord," states Lord Iago "It seems all of our votes are in order." "Why does he not speak?" Demands Kinjiru "He should pleade his case." "Yes, why did Washima have to die you monster!" cries Shimizu, unable to bear it any longer. "SILENCE!" demands Mizuhara, his calm face cracked "Please, Iron Chef, show us your reasons for silence..." The Iron Chef nods slightly and opens his mouth. There is no tounge. "I see..." muses Lord Iago "This is the nameless chef. In his persuit of the perfect flavor, found none. To spite the world, he took out his own tounge and curses the flavor the world has denied him." "Yes." says Shijin, the minstrel "I have heard his tale. He is the finest chef of this era. It would be ashamed to let such talent die..." Lord Mizuhara smiles briefly. "Then it is a good thing you are all still here this evening, honored guests. Tonight we shall have the final feast of the Iron Chef..." * * * The chef spent one hour preparing five dishes with a common theme, the sakura festival. Each dish more lavish than the last. As the final course ends, he bows slightly and walks out to the courtyard with some simple soup. He inhales the vapors deeply, then pulls out a kitchen cleaver. It is over. His blood mingles with the traveller's as themoon begins to rise in the sky. "Hmmm..." muses Lord Iago "No Hygenkyoi this night. May we fare better tomorrow. Now I must arrange for a new chef to arrive before the Emperor's arrival..." OOC: bzzzzt! RedChef was innocent. No clue why he didn't respond tho'. Oh well. Night phase! Wolves, Baner and Seer. PM me please!

YAY! Tanuchan made it. *SOB* I'm so proud and happy... And the poem. W-O-W!!! Just take down the walls, must remember that!

OOC: Thanks for the PMs! And now... [Abe Simpson/] DEAAAAAATH! [/Abe Simpson] Lord Washima meditates in his room. He is heavy with thought on who the killers are. But his guards are very alert, very loyal... *Thump, CracK* Washima jumps to attention as a guard is flung into his room. Beyond he sees the visage of a Hygenkyoi, not quite wolf, not quite human... He raises his silvered blade, but feels a prick in his neck. He turns to see a half fox with a mask. A mask, it's amost humorous as Washima slips into unconciousness... The two hygenkyoi nod to each other and set out as the guards come upon the scene... OOC: Ha! Ninja werewolves! (OK, one wolf, one fox. Sue me) Lord Washima was innocent. It's Day Phase folks!

We've got answers! DeanTheAdequate here :wizzie: , and this is the thread for questions, comments, and speculation of the Werewolf games. Be warned tho'. Thw wolves are on the prowl, so guard your secrets. Hope we can be of service! Mod edit: This thread will be pruned from time to time, to clean up out-of-date posts. If you have anything that you wish to keep (ideas for games, for example), we advise to do so in a file elsewhere! Thanks. /Tanny

OOC: Right, yes. Well, I shall be starting a WW Q+A area due to these responces. I'm going to give the last PMer til midnight EST til Day phase. Nextly, it's perfectly OK to keep a diary. Just anything you don't want to give away, save it fot the end. Good job all! The Wolfmastah!

OOC: Vlad has a posting problem, so it's up to me. A good idea, but just coulden't be implimented, this time... The traveler's eyes go wide as he is marched out into the courtyard, overlooking the gardens. He is thrust to his knees by the two guards. Lord Mizuhara takes a position behind, his sword ready. "I am sorry it has to be this way" says Mizuhara. "It is OK." Ishikawa responds "I have seen the gardens of the house of Mizuhara during this time. It should be nice to die amongst the sakura..." Mizuhara nodded as Ishikawa closed his eyes... *SLASH* The blade is sharp, the deed is done. "This is not right." says Lord Iago "The Hygenkyoi will shift back to thier origional form if they are slain." A servant rushes to Mizuhara's side and whispers in his ear. "Worse, he had no trappings of a ninja. We will be struck again tonight. I am sorry my guests..." He bows slightly and heads to his chambers. A pool of blood rests in the moonlight in the shade of the sakura trees... (Yup! Ishikawa was innocent! Night phase should be wrapping up soon...)

"Well, well Varix. A nice big pickle we're in now, eh?" muttered the elder Bothan. He grumbled as he made his routine checks. If he was going into unsecured space, he would be damned sure it woulden't be in a ship that was going to never make it back out... He finished deck three and headed to the small observation lounge. A small place with a tiny, unworking, holovid and a simple dining booth. Much to Varix's surprize R1D4 was idling next to the view window. "Hmph!" Varix grunted as he gave the R4 unit a quick thump with his spanner "You could be helping me with the checks. We don't even have a skeleton crew for this boat! If we get into some sort of trouble out there..." "Bwooo" sighed the droid as it tapped on the dura-plas. Varix looked out... A nebula. He'd never been so close to one! The dying star took on a brilliance that none could rival. Blues played on white and red in a splendor he had never seen. The Bothan rubbed his eyes as his fur rippled in joy... and yet, something was off. He squinted hard. "You know... even amongst that light, I can see where it began. And it's a very dark spot indeed..." "Bwweet Brudoot Bwoop" "Of course. I've been hanging around the Jedi academy too long! Think thier lessons are rubbin off on me, huh?" Varix re-adjusted his toolbelt and head off. In a bit of better spirits but carrying a small pit of fear. What if this were to be his last duty for the Anterian Rangers. What if Heinrich didn't come back... Perhaps it was time to send a comm home...

OOC: Ishikawa has died... But as a concollation "prize" I have decided to have the first person lynched describe thier death... So take it away Vlad. P.S. The night phase will begin after his post!

OOC: Well, here we go! Our cast of characters... Vahktang- Shin, Washima: Strong head of the Washima Clan Eyremon- Lord Iago: Elder Courtier Mira- Shijin: Musician of the Biawgaku style Lady Celes Crusader- Yumi, Kamiya: Geisha Tanuchan- Akane, Shimizu: Head Concubine of Lord Washima Nave- Eiji, Terauchi dragonqueen- Hoshhiko X-Sabre- Koun, Sawato Damon Inferel- Kyosuke Vlad- Inoue, Ishikawa: Blossom festival tourist Elwen- Hisoka: Geisha MeThinksUFoolish- Kinjiru-San (Son of a Paddy Farmer) RedChef- (Unknow Name) Master chef of the emperor's court. Known as the Iron Chef! (Or whatever you want to be buddy...) I've put the surname last on the OOC, just so everyone knows. From now on it's stricktly Japanese style! IC: In the courtyard of Lord Mizuhara, there is much hustle and bustle. The Emperor is to be visiting soon. Dignitarys of all sorts choke the hallways and rooms. But Mizuhara has found a bit of peace. The courtyard garden and hot spring had been declared off limits. But his silence is soon broken. A servant whispers hurridly into his ear. The young lord scowls, a face not fitting his beauteous face... * * * As the day goes on a great many of the lesser dignitaries have left and many of the servants are dismissed. Thirteen of the Lord's guests have been summoned to dine with Mizuhara. "Honored guests of all walks of life. You have been summoned to my personal table in haste. You see, the rice paddy workers sent Cha-iro Kinjiru and his son to represent them. This morning has found him dead. "He was assasintated in a style I have seen before. This is the work of the ninja..." Several eyes roll, murmurs fill the room. "So you think that I am foolish, that the ninja does not exist. I will tell you once. There is a murderer amongst you. You were the only ones who have met with the elder Kinjiru, his murder is of some benefit to each of you, and I do have many eyes in my palace..." He shifts a little in his kimono. "We will determine who is the killer. We will decide who amongst us will be punished, and how..." (OOC: It's day phase! Honorable Cha-iro is dead! Voting ends Tuesday at Midnight or If I get all the votes. Time is extended for voting if I don't have 5 votes yet. Good luck!)

Wellsa, It has begun! See you all in the Conservatory for the Second WW game! For those who didn't get in, not to worry! The next game is already in the works! Happy Hunting...

Announcements!!! The WW games will now take place in the Conservatory area for RP stories. The game fits, and the rules are now posted there for all to see. The game will begin on monday, for those who still don't have names or for those who still need to get in. Here is the updated list of characters Vahktang- Shin, Washima (Clan Leader) Eyremon- Lord Iago (Elder Courtier) Mira- Shijin (Musician of the Biawgaku style) Lady Celes Crusader- Yumi, Kamiya (Geisha) Tanuchan- Akane, Shimizu (Head Concubine) Nave- Eiji, Terauchi (Unknown status) dragonqueen- Hoshhiko (Unknown status) X-Sabre- Koun, Sawato (Unknown Status) Damon Inferel- Kyosuke (Unknown Status) Vlad (NEw Signup!)- Inoue Ishikawa (Unknown Status) Here's who still need names. RedChef MeThinksUFoolish Elween As for the "status" of your character, don't feel the need to make one up yet. This can all unfold during role-play. So, we still have a little time left. The game thread should be up in the conservatory no later than 11:00pm est. Sorry for the delays. I can't wait to set the wolves on honorable rice paddy farmer brown...

OK, I still need the Japanese names of several mambers (and yes Vahktang, I know the surname is first...). So here's who I have so far. Vahktang- Shin, Washima (Clan Leader) Eyremon- Lord Iago (Elder Courtier) Mira- Shijin (Musician of the Biawgaku style) Lady Celes Crusader- Yumi, Kamiya (Unknown status) Here's who still need names. Nave Tanuchan RedChef dragonqueen X-Sabre MeThinksUFoolish Elween Damon Inferel If you need help with names, I have a random name generator in my possesion. So if you need a little help, don't be ashamed to PM me, OK? I'll give it another day... actually two. You see, I role-play Saturday nights, so I can't really check in here. Sorry, but we'll just have to start game on Monday. Still... No worries!

Well, no there is no planning for death. There are no death participations... in this game. I may work in one for a "Ravenloft" game or something. (The dead can communicate with the seer? Maybe...) As for the wolfbaner, I say why not! The baner should be able to "bane" themselves. It makes sense to me, and dosn't make it unfair to the baner. (And for that matter the seer can choose to "see" themselves... ) So far we have 12 players. Nave Tanuchan RedChef Mira dragonqueen X-Sabre MeThinksUFoolish Lady Celes Crusader Eyremon Vahktang- Shin Washima Elween Damon Inferel Well, the setting is set (Unless about 10 die hard Lensman fans sign up tomorrow while I'm at work...). So this means you'll need names. Vahktang is obviously Shin Washima, so I propose that the rest of you all get crackin'! PM me your name and status, and I'll give out your persona. Speaking of persona's, there will be two wolves so far, one seer and one baner. As for the setting proper, there is a small break in the in-fighting between clans for the observation of the Cherry Blossoms (I know it's early... but I really want winter over.) The physical setting are the streets of Kyoto, where the Lors and commoners rub shoulders. Have fun! See you all tomorrow... except for the dead NPC!

Well, the first Werewolf game has ended. So this means it's time to get back on the horse and get some new players! (Old players can apply too, sillies. ) So I've been thinking of the setting. I did the origional "Spooky Romanian Village" that has always been the default. Now it's time to get fancy. Feudal Japan has been suggested to me by fans of the game, so I figured why not? I like feudal Japan. Eveyone would make fun persona and get japanese names and everything. Lensman is the great space opera by E.E. "Doc" Smith. It's one of the inspirations for "Star Wars". I think it would be a nice change of pace, to have a little sci-fi/psionic acton on a fantasy heavy board. I'll try and post a link or two on the subjects. Vote and sign up here if you wish to play. Game wil start on Friday. Chao!

(OOC:Whoops! My bad. There was no vote for Mira. But right now, EVERYONE DIES!) There is no compromise. All in the room get up and gesture at either Nave or Tanuchan. "Come now!" says Venturi "This cannot continue like this. We must make a desicion." Tanuchan eyes the room coldly. "Yes, that is very true... I guess there is no way we can stop it then..." Tanuchan's eyes turn blood red. She begins to grow to a monsterous size as fangs and claws are bared! Venturi quickly raises his sword as the beast approaches. Nave sinks his other spear into the beast. "WAIT YOUR TURN!" snarls the beast. Tanuchan picks up the spear and flings it across the room. Nave flies into the wall, slightly dazed. Venturi makes a connecting slash. "Die beast, I can't believe it was you all this time!" Venturi yells. "Oh, I may have let several live, but you've killed my mate, and for that you must die... The pack never forgets..." A sharp *TWANG* is heard. But Tanuchan quickly spins around and grasps the crossbow bolt. "RaaarghH!!!" she yells as th bolt clatters to the floor, glinting in the light of dusk. "You'll get tour chance too Muncie," and with that, Tanuchan thrusts out at Venturi with a meaty claw. Blood sprays on the best as Venturi slides down the far wall. She grimaces as admires her work, but it is cut short as she feels another sharp stick in her side. Nave has plunged his spear in deeper. With a mighty grunt he holds the wolf aloft. Tanuchan scrambles for purchase, but finds none, so she begin's to tear at her attacker. "MUNCIE!" coughs up Nave, blood trickling from his houth "HURRY!" Mira throws a bag at Tanuchan. The bag explodes into a white powder. She howls in pain and struggles to break off the spear. Von Muncie aims carefully... A bolt explodes from Tanuchan's chest, just inches from Nave's face. Tanuchan twitches and slumps down. Nave falls to his knees, his spear breaks over the wieght of the dead werewolf. "Lords!" exclaimed Mira, as he rushed over to Nave "Get the doctor, quick!" "No," gasped Nave "Too... late... just... get Novak. Hm, It's all in your hands now Mira. I'm sorry it had to be like this..." And with that he died. Mira solomnly shut Nave's eyes. "You should of told me earlier." scolded Von Muncie "If you knew the art of wolfsbane we could of protected them." "I tried." said Mira "I tried very hard, but my stores were low. And I was frightened like the rest. If I were to reveal myself I would of been killed in an instant." Von Muncie looked at the carnage. "Yes, I guess we're both to blame. But now the horror has passed. We must rebuild, for the sake of thier families if nothing else." "Agreed." The moon rose high in the night. But for some, the sun also rose. (OOC: That's all folks! I'll get a new signup started soon. The next volume will feature your choice of settings! I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to discuss and put feedback here.)

(OOC: OK, the votes are as follows. 2 for Tanny, 2 for Nave and 1 for Mira so far. Unless there is a change in the next 9 hours from this post, both shall die! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!) And I'm sorry for being so late. Work dontcherknow...)

Heinrich had finally eluded the guards at the temple. He had made his way down to the village nearby. It was damp and rainy. The drops plinked off of R1D4's chassis. "Bwooo..." the droid sulked as Heinrich pulled his cloak tighter. The inhabitants were a simple folk. They were on the way to the starport, and there would usually be lines of food vendors hawking thier wares. Sadly, there was only one place open. Heinrich went in to dry his chilled core. "One bowl of...WHAT?" he exclamed. "Yo!" said Varix, sipping at a hot mug "What kept you?" "You were supposed to meet me at the temple walls! Where were you?" "I never said such thing. Now have a bowl of washuri, it's fresh this time of year you know." Grumbling, Heinrich sat in a stool. R1D4 slid in and crowded the heater, to dry out his circuts. Heinrich ate in silence while the old Bothan studied the boy. "I took the liberty of getting us a few speeder bikes." Varix began "We can get to the starport in an hour with them. When we get ther we can make... arrangements for passage. Oh! and I got you these." He produced a set of clothes. They looked very plain, a jumpsuit and a brimmed hat way out of style. "Less people that know you're about, the better." said Varix "Finish your soup and rest a bit... I got to think of a way to get R1 strapped to a speeder..." "BWEEE!" yelped the droid, as Varix brought out his ever present roll of Dura-Duct. * * * Varix looked at the sleeping Padawan. The star drives hummed around them. Earlier in the day he had contacted an old freighter friend of his and booked some cargo. Soon the three would make it to a starport, then Heinrich would make the decisions. His orders had been clear. Guard the young padawan until he was ready to resume his proper training. Also he had to steer the young one away from bad influences. Varix scratched behind his ear absentmindedly. "And thus begins his saga..."

The night grows cold. Venturi and several of his men huddle around a fire outside for warmth... But the illusion is shattered! They hear timbers bend and break from inside! Venturi and the rest quickly hack at the doors to get in! A scuffle is enduring. They rush up the stairs to see an aftermath of carnage in Mira's room. Mirs looks ruffled but unhurt. "My gods" he say's, breathing heavily "It was... gahstly..." "Did you see who it could of been?" began Venturi "Search the other rooms men!" "No. Just a large feral wolf." Von Muncie saunters up the stairs. "We won't find the wolf so easily. Dawn has broken. I hope you are all prepared to vote again..." (OOC: The wolf was baned! Good luck all.)

OOC: I'm afraid I won't be able to start the day phase until Sunday. I apologize for the inconvenience. Feel free to RP til' then.

Damon pulls a sword out of his cane. "You don't want this. Any of you. You won't take me by the gallows..." BANG! Mira sits to the side with a smoking wheellock pistol. "What?" he remarked. He was being difficult. "Yes," said Von Muncie "But he wasn't a wolf either... I feel a chill wind..." Von Muncie heads over to the fireplace. He sits in a comfey chair and pulls out a leather tome. "Let's get on to bed." Says Venturi "My men and I will barricade this inn. Get everyone here. I will not live in feat this night! This night I make my stand!" And with that Venturi gather's the watch. Von Muncie scribbles in his tome. "I hope he is very good at his job..." (OOC: Damon was not a wolf... But the Baner still lives, so if the wolf and the Baner could PM me, cuz' it's night phase!)

OOC: I hear that! Get your votes in people. I'll give you all until Noon tomorrow.

"You're gonna do what?" Varix began. "Second drive shaft." said Heinrich "It's offline most of the day. But I need a way to get down... and someone to keep people out." Varix sighed. As an Antarian Ranger he had given his life over to helping the jedi. It's just that guarding a bunch of studnets was pretty anti-climactic. "O.K. look, if we're going to make this work, i'll need time." Varix took a stroll to the main liftworks. The hum of repulsorlitfs vibrated the Bothan's earrings as he went to the central control panel. He quickly checked the monitor vids of the second drive shaft. No passengers. "O.K. then..." murmured Varix "Now we'll see when the maintenance boys have a sloppy lunch..." He picked open an access panel with a bootknife, removing the driver chip marked #2. He then broke out a handy can of Stim and poured it all over the panel. The chip began to spark and fizzle. "It looks like Stim really does add life!" Varix mused as he replaced the chip. He quickly bolted the panel and went to an access hall with his commlink. "Your path is clear Hein... I'll meet you later." Varix returned to his patrols. He would finish out his day, but not before reporting for an off duty request. Someone was going to have to look out for the young apprentice. "The universe is cold and unforgiving." he thought "But at least there will be a net for you young one."

Thanks for the input. I free write all my fiction, so it could be said all I do is "works in progress". My idea is to have a bit o' action, then go into the characters I intorduced here. We'll see soon enough.