Posts from Mafia 60. Nonsense, mayhem, and a few artifacts.

Well, the Enchanter is practically unkillable, isn't he? :)

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He can only be executed.

He might have his immortality confiscated by the Count or Ink.
Besides, he might overdo it with the maniac. :)
Ah, and one last minor thing.
I thought I had mentioned it, but I checked and realized I forgot.
In short, crafting artifacts and obtaining information about role owners from the Enchanter is not blocked. Everything else is. I'll add this to the first post now.

They might confiscate his immortality, either the Count or Ink.

But the rules stated something along the lines that Ink would be informed that he is empty. Did you cancel it? Or am I completely out of it?

The rules seemed to state that the player would be informed that the incubator is empty. Has this been removed? Or am I completely mistaken?

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Yes, I think that way the balance will be better. x)

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Okay, thanks, so the absurdity isn't increasing as rapidly as I thought.

Guys, I've been thinking. The Patron will be loaded with artifacts, like some kind of shaman. And if you give him a Cloak as well, he'll be overpowered. So, I'll make the Cloak non-confiscable. That is, only the Inquisitor can take it, because he's the arch-enemy. Sorry for patching on the fly, but I never really liked this set until I decided to try it out, so I haven't been working on it.

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And one more clarification. Protection against poison with Night Defenses only works during the night of the poisoning, and natural protection works during the night of death. But healing works in both nights.

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Oh, and I think it would be stupid if the Enchanter got killed by some block in the first couple of nights, so I'll make him only visible when he's creating artifacts and checking contracts. This is definitely the last patch. x)

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Hidden and Obvious

A man in a black cloak with a weary look sat at his desk, upon which various materials, blueprints, and tools were spread out. Despite his sour face, he did not stop working. Duty called him, and this duty had to be fulfilled…

Someone gifted Arandor new armor, shining as if it belonged to a noble Knight.

No one saw Drakkoshka, Deliries, or Ment in the city tonight.

A suspicious figure was watching Nebo closely. Sub Zero also discovered he was being observed. Moreover, Ment, though not noticed by anyone during the night, noticed a person following him, fortunately one of a less frightening appearance.

The lover of black clothing finished his work. Stretching his joints, he opened a chest of drawers and took out a stack of written parchment. He still had a long night ahead of him…

Furthermore, to a certain extent, it is a pity that Drakkoshka was absent from the streets at night. For the drama lovers following her would have appreciated the incident. In a dark alley, a stranger with a knife lunged at her. Making sounds more characteristic of an animal than a human, he sought to kill the poor girl, but he was stopped by a mighty man watching over Drakkoshka. However, the attacker quickly shifted his attention to the newcomer. Plunging the knife into his stomach, he laughed maniacally. But that was his mistake. The man proved to be truly sturdy. Gritting his teeth, he clamped his hands around the psycho's neck. But the latter managed to wriggle free and bite the sturdy man's finger. By an irony of fate, while breaking free from the bite, the man pulled a ring off his finger. After that, his strength left him, and he collapsed to the ground, like Duncan the First. The killer preferred to vanish, howling like a wolf from the pain in his Adam's apple. Drakkoshka, having regained a rational perception of the surrounding world, ran to her savior to try and help him in some way, but it was too late: Nephela had died…

In the morning, several announcements were posted on the central square of Stoneblood:

Don't kill me, I'm a journalist. Better give me an artifact

I will be walking at night.
iCitizen

I slept very poorly. Perhaps due to thoughts about the rooster unrest spreading throughout the city. I don't even know why I'm so worried. What can roosters do? Who are they? What are they achieving? After all, as my father used to say: "A rooster is not a human!". But for some reason, it was I who had a difficult night. Tossing and turning, waking up, then unable to fall asleep. In the morning, I discovered a fifth iPhone in my bed. Cursed Stefan, I knew he didn't go to my bedroom just to see the collection of arandors. His arguments in favor of the expediency of using such technologies to increase the population of clows in our lands seemed extremely unconvincing to me. Moreover, my favorite arandor has disappeared, the one in knightly armor. He cost me a fortune. And who should I suspect now if not Stefan? He is certainly a rogue, but not a thief. Could it be yesterday's mademoiselles, whom I invited to drink green tea and read Kant? In any case, I must recover my favorite at any cost.
Strange sounds were clearly audible outside the window: "KO-KO-KO-KO! KUD-KUDAH! KUDAH-TAH-TAH!". Apparently, it's them. They decided to come to me. As if I am to blame for their problems. They are always lacking something. Oats, greens, wood. Throwing open the window, I threw several cans of condensed milk at them, left over from the evening's festivities, ahem, reading Kant. They scattered with fear in their eyes. And how did the guard let them near my estates, and even my window? Not serious, I'll have to deal with these idlers—what am I paying them for? I hope the countess didn't see these buffoons; she has such a weak heart, she must not be upset.
A visit from the Patron is scheduled for today. We are to discuss the possibility of building a plant for processing rebels and possessed. The growth of their numbers in recent years has begun to frighten even the local organization of cats in boots. If even those thugs have begun to fear them, then what can be said about simple peasants and citizens of the city. As for the jeweler, he must be dealt with quietly and quickly. His tricks have long gone beyond all possible baguettes. I'd bet a hair that the disappearance of the arandor is his doing. With that, I take my leave, dear citizens. Take care of each other and your arandors.

Hunting for artifacts:
Deliries
Nebo
Nayra Drake
GoedenDag
Rudyy
Arandor
Ment
Amko
Drakkoshka
Kits Kitsunka
Sub Zero
Wolfstet
Pobeditel
SanDRo_
Zybr
Ple-Sen
WishmasteR
Gur

No longer hunting:
Nephela

Arandora was bribed by a patron. Drakkosku, Menta, and Delirius were blocked. The Healer and Inquisitor visited Neb and Sub Zero, and a guard visited Menta. Drakkosku was protected by a Nefela bodyguard, who died fighting the possessed. So, two mafia members were blocked. It seems the mercenary had a chance to perform a double action. And we don't see two non-mafia members being killed. Most likely, one of the blocked players is a mafia member who failed to kill. If the town blocker could write a note, on the next turn, we could execute a 100% mafia member.

*looks around unhappily after being pulled out of the tub*
There's a chance the Mafia poisoned someone. **Tox**, is there any information going to the newspaper about someone being poisoned?

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Is there any werewolf-related evidence?

I think this is a hint. The clue is "Duncan the First."
Yes, it seems like a rather ambiguous newspaper, in my opinion.

It’s a pity they didn’t ban Nera; I would have executed her.

The note is longer than the newspaper itself. Lol.

Winner, why do you think the patron bribed Ara? Firstly, it can't even be called bribery, and secondly, it looks more like a guard. By the way, it's interesting who was on my side then.