[RP Game] ALL THE SILVERSTEEL!

The way it works is every 2 days there is a public vote where everyone votes for someone to be lynched (killed) or for there to be no lynch. The twist however is the dwarves do not know who the humans are whereas the humans know who is a human and who is a dwarf, this means they need to work together to kill off the dwarves while at the same time the dwarves must try work out who they think is a human. They can work this out by looking at things such as the voting of everyone, there can be certain patterns such as a group of players always voting the same which can give the humans away etc. After the vote every 2 days the majority vote happens, so say 6 out of 10 vote no lynch there is no lynch, if the majority is someone is lynched they are killed and their true identity (dwarf or human) is revealed. This continues until all of one team are killed.

The specials for each side as well as voting have a power to help their team out. In the last game there was one which let a player choose someone off the other side to kill once every 2 days for example. The special powers will be fully explained at the start of the game.

Throughout the game you post in here in character and the idea is to bounce of what everyone else is saying and build up the roleplay. It can sound complex but once you give it a go you should pick it up fairly quickly and there is always someone at hand should you still have any questions after starting.

Nicanor Thundercheek - not a reference to his snoring at all - had been visiting the Turalian mountains every four or five months for more years than he could count - just don't ask how high he can count. He stayed in room 8 every time, where he prepared for the occasion that could change his life forever. And forever is a long time indeed.

The purpose of his vacations from his own family mine was the singular task of proposing to Queen Auraya. Unfortunately something went wrong every time. Tripping on his own flowing brown beard had been solved by adopting the habit of tucking it into his belt, but there were plenty of incidents far beyond his control. Such as the time a passing miner slapped the back of a friend, resulting in a puff of some kind of dust billowing up in Nicanor's face. He sneezed, bursting apart the flower he had smuggled in from the wilds to give to the pointy-eared queen and making an unsightly mess of himself. Or the time something had gone wrong with a forge and its smoke didn't go up the right ventilation shaft. Instead it smoked out a den of subterranean lizards, who stampeded. Not that they were overly dangerous, but Queen Auraya was soft of heart and spent the rest of his stay cooing at the poor things after they were rounded up. And they soaked it up, on the rock lilies she found for them to lounge on, with all the rodents they could ever want adding to their bellies and making him hungrier by the day. Nicanor just couldn't compete.

But this would be the time, if nothing went wrong...like a human invasion or something...