![]() Standard Tactics: The Medium listens in for information from the dead.A community subreddit for Town of Salem, a browser-based game inspired by Mafia. Social Influencing ( A major mechanic of Town of Salem is talking with the town and convincing them of your innocence or someone else’s guilt), Divine Protection ( Protected by a Guardian Angel), Telepathy ( The Medium can speak to the dead and talk to living once they die) The spirit of the medium watched the town hang the Godfather, before she vanished into the afterlife with the knowledge that the town could at least avenge her, the poor unfortunate sheriff and many others who died by their hand.Ĭlassification: Human, Medium, Town, PsychicĪttack Potency: Human level (Has no attack stat) Those who remained alive yesterday were present today, no one died. Luckily they lynched a serial killer a few days before and since then one person died by the mafia’s hand every night. No matter how much the Godfather tries to defend themselves with lies, the towns folk decides to imprison them for the night. They pipe up in hopes that the other residents believe such a wild accusation. The next morning one of the town’s people hears a disembodied voice reveal the name of the Godfather. While the Godfather pulls the knife from the medium’s lifeless corpse, the janitor eradicates any evidence of her occupation and their boss’ name on the parchment. The spirit obliges as the medium watches the supernatural being reveal the name of their executioner one letter at a time. She instructs the apparition to possess her hand and write the name of the killer. One tap: that means the spirit in the medium’s company was the sheriff who visited their killer but never had the chance to confirm their role or their name. Finally there is a flicker she asks if they were the latest victim of the mafia’s murderous tendencies, tapping once for yes and twice for no. At first there is no response so she repeats her request. She makes herself comfortable in the chair and picks up her quill she already bought along with the parchment and ink well, before she asks any spirits to make their presence known by flickering the orange flame from the candle. Night falls as the medium lights a single candle centered on the wooden table. She scribbles the information onto her last will, ready to confront the town with the dead man’s identity. “I’m the Sheriff, and the man posing as a Retributionist is a Werewolf!” The Medium tries to listen, but the sun began to rise and the voices became more and more faint. “A Janitor has cleaned me,” the dead man explained. Scared that the dawn of the next day would come before she could finish, she immediately asks the last will and testament of the mysterious victim. Whispers surrounded her, and soon enough, they were clear enough to hear. The Medium lit the candles and began to chant. The death of their latest Townie struck them all by surprise, but what got them even more was the fact that nothing of theirs was to be found. She grabbed five candlesticks and stood them in a circle, ready to begin the process. After the latest lynching, the medium shut the door behind them, careful not to disturb the order of the things she had around the house it was important. Raised in a family of Pagans, the medium knew nothing but otherworldly experiences and spirituality. The Medium was not a buxom, soulful woman with beads around her neck, but just a regular Townie that walked among the rest.
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