Special thanks to Arandor, Vishmaster, and Neyre for the victory.
Unlike Arandor, I can't seem to control the randomness.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
The night turned out to be extremely restless: a drowned dead was seen at the sewer entrance, a couple of skirmishes occurred between elves and city drunks, and ghosts were circling near the cemetery. Fortunately, there were no deaths. Although there could have been victims.
For example, Orton, who was slowly returning home, was suddenly attacked by a small group of foolish bandits. The poor fellow was pinned against the wall; they muttered something about a debt and threatened him with violence. To Orton's luck, a noble Knight happened to be passing by and stepped in for him. The bandits did not dare engage in a fight despite their numerical superiority and quickly retreated.
Someone was also looking after Wolfstet. Although the stranger tried every way to hide their presence, their athletic silhouette still flashed a couple of times in the shadows.
Arandor was seen in the company of the famous bard. They spent half the night carousing in the "The Curly Bear" tavern, after which they also visited a brothel.
Toriy spent half the night running some foolish errands. He was terribly angry about it but endured with all his might — one cannot refuse such a person.
Orton was so shocked by what happened to him that he literally lost the power of speech. Perhaps he should visit Lebeda's clinic.
For some reasons of their own, Alexeagle also decided to remain silent during the day.
Toriy has been executed
Late, a squad of guards captured their former commander. Captain Vincent was accused of betraying the crown and conspiring with foreign spies. A witcher was also present during the arrest by personal order of Princess Adda.1 As it turned out, not without reason. The guards arrived too late: while the captain was being led to prison, night fell and he turned into a ferocious werewolf. Geralt reacted instantly: he threw a silver chain at Vincent, paralyzing him. The werewolf flailed helplessly for not long, only one or two seconds, but that was all the witcher needed: a sharp jump and the silver sword went hilt-deep into Vincent's back.
-I hold no grudge against you, Geralt,- Mace said with his last strength,-you did what you had to. But now you are alone, alone against all these creatures. Do not stumble.

Neyra was unable to get out of her own house: the door and windows were locked, and the locks would not open even with a key. The window was even stranger — even throwing a chair could not break the glass.
Bandits attacked Orton again. This time they showed up right in his house, and this "party" looked far more dangerous than the previous one. One two-meter thug stood out especially among the others: his fist was nearly the size of Orton's head.1 The buyer tried to put up some resistance, but the big man knocked him out with a single blow.
At first, the bandits brutally tortured Orton, trying to beat information and money out of him, and when they realized he would say nothing — they slit the buyer's throat. May the eternal fire preserve his steadfast spirit!2
Alexeagle did not survive the night either.
-Greetings to you, madam,- a stranger standing on the threshold said with a smile,-forgive me for coming at such a late hour, but I must see the girl who rents a room from you.
-Hmph,- the old woman grumbled,-I see the girl has become quite loose! All sorts of types visiting her in the middle of the night.
-Not "types" at all,- the stranger calmly corrected the old woman,-but very respected and wealthy people.
A few coins glinted before the old woman, and she almost melted into a smile immediately.
-Come in, come in, dear man!- she stammered,-the girl is surely still awake! You won't disturb her at all.
He entered, smiled at the old woman once more, but this time cunningly, maliciously, and then, abruptly, even somewhat theatrically throwing his right hand forward, paralyzed her with a spell. He naturally took the coins back for himself. Then he went upstairs to the girl. She was already doing very poorly without the visitor: she lay by the table in convulsions. Having confused her potions in a daze, she had apparently taken the wrong mixture. The stranger was not at all bothered by the victim's condition; on the contrary — he laughed out loud.
-A pitiful sight,- he said,-but no matter. I will help you.
A powerful electrical charge pierced the girl's body; she jumped up and flew against the wall. The stranger smiled again.
-Now you will not hinder me on my path. Farewell, girl.
The second charge was the last for Alexeagle.
-For what??- bleeding out, asked
One Dashenka was calm this night — her life was under reliable protection.
With the coming of day, for unknown reasons, Arandor took a vow of silence

This time it was Gur who unexpectedly turned out to be locked in. Unlike Neira, he didn't go throwing chairs at the windows.
In the evening the town builder looked somehow strange. He called over a trusted man and sent him on some important errand.
Kitz Kitsunya spent the morning enjoying wonderful music and poetry.
Wolfstet worked calmly, knowing that today she was definitely in no danger.
But Rudy ate something that made his tongue go numb for the whole day.
Arandor spent the whole night hunting blood-drinking cockatrices
The Winner couldn't even leave his house
Late at night, into the house of
After the night's events, Amko went mute, possibly from overexertion.
Amko was executed
As with any other sorceress1, the nobility mildly disliked Foltest's advisor1. So the news of her accusation was met almost with glee. That same evening the girl was seized, led to the main square, where she was tied to a large post, surrounded with straw and brushwood, and burned alive as a witch. The witcher, busy all day hunting the cockatrice in the sewers, arrived too late. By then, of his beloved, only a charred corpse remained...
In the morning the nobility were actively whispering about the burgomeister. Rumor has it that he is preparing some plan. At any rate, at night he was very active.
Wishmaster was walking in the company of a famous minstrel when a squad of guards led by a red-haired girl emerged from an alley at them. Wishmaster was seized and they were about to lead him to the dungeon, but the bard, through his eloquence, managed to persuade the beauty to show mercy.
In a brutal fashion,
Gur felt completely safe all night.
As for Neira, she was seized by a fever in the morning - apparently the poor thing will have to stay in bed the whole day.


We need to create more roles without Non-Disclosure Agreements.
I was just passing by. How did Tox and Wolfie manage to break the rules? :smile04: Did they post screenshots about getting roles?
How did Tox and Wolfi manage to break the rules? :smile04: Did they post screenshots about receiving roles?
Hmm... I don't like this idea...:smile27: :smile48:

The henchmen arrived quickly, but none could compare to the famous swordsman in battle. He deftly dodged, parried, leaped back, and then accurately and lethally struck one enemy after another. Coldly, without regret or pity.
Further, I would like to note that the game itself, in its ending, still leaned towards tactical gameplay.
First of all, it seems to me that it has been clearly demonstrated that there is nothing wrong with allowing players to write at night.
More roles without ND should be introduced.
But this diminishes interest in the role. Therefore, you can introduce more diverse counter-roles (for example, Éowyn in relation to the Nazgûl). The chance of a successful action for such a role is low, and it can only work once. But even so, it can be useful, which encourages the player to use it. And at the same time, it encourages them to play more attentively.

