NOTW XXIII: The War Party. Game Thread.

"If that is what you want stee. You have given up, we will soon find out if this is the struggle to hide your true intentions or the fight against those who do not want peace.
Either way your interests in this peace conference have clearly diminished."
 
now if it is true that alazkan the assassin is among us... then i do not think he would have traveled with the svartalfar delegation. he would have been running a great risk... it seems likely that paulusiii would have recognised him. it seems more likely that he is part of the mediator delegation (unless he disguised himself as a ljosalfar or something stupid like that. can you guys tell each other apart by smell? i've never really been sure).

Raskolnikov had heard the wise opinion of the Sheaim Representative who had come with the Svartalfar delegation... but he couldn't represent himself the cook as an assassin... He would probably have to go visit Mergle and Icekommander, even if he had trouble with the thought of a Svartalfar trying to kill peace opportunities, to find out the truth... he was determined to help the conference to go till its end...
 
What's this about Alazkan? Something that's a result of your drinking? I'd like you to explain this. Until then, your argument against Niklas seems very weak, based on the assumption that this Alazkan is in fact here.

{OOC: :confused: I know Renata says the GM doesn't give any hints but that doesn't mean 'don't listen to anything she says'.}

The honor guard froze, warily, watching him. He laughed. "You think I'm the one who's been going around killing people? No, check my things tonight. No knives. I'm as much for peace as any of you. Probably more than some. But I'd bet my life -- if my life were still worth anything -- that I'm not the only real, proper Svartalfar assassin on this island. As for the other one? I think you know his name."

...

"That one is not for peace. I'd bet all of your lives on that. You should do the same."

...

Back at the camp, the news spread rapidly. The assassin Alazkan was among them, and he wished for war.
 
I'd like to throw my support behind Stee whom I believe to be innocent.
 
Nor do I. Support Stee. If jumping on bandwagons is a hangable offense, you might as well string all of us up. Garrote to Nictel might as well. Of the two bowmen, I know more about him.
 
OOC @Catharsis: Oh, I guess I missed that... oops.

IC: Well, it seems that stee is willing to vote to execute himself. While it could be an elaborate plot to shift votes, it's more likely that he's tired of this voting mess.

I change my vote to LightFang then. Seeing that LightFang has refused to talk, I think he's hiding something.
 
Once again, I feel I should support stee, if only to protect him from himself.

I don't think the garotte should go to someone with a bow, so TheForestAuro can have it.
I change my vote for the garotte to Backwards Logic

edit: avoiding double post, I've struck through the previous vote instead of deleting it.
 
Backwards Logic could have the garrote i guess, better than some of the other alternatives...
 
After carefully moving soil around in his pots, the herbalist looks up towards the growing crowd that has developed.

"An interesting quandary we have, yes? One who wishes to kill himself, with another silently gathering votes. While most certainly a detriment stee is, not only to himself but others, vote against Lightfang I must. Watched you I have, suspicious of you I have become, and answers we need. Speak, speak now, or forever will you hold your peace."
 
Having received assurances that Stuck in Pi has been more talkative in private, I'll switch my vote to Lightfang, who has drawn the suspicion of several others.

I only hope that those suspicions are well founded.
 
The clamor from the makeshift kitchen is louder than ever this evening, both from the platter being furiously thrown around, and from the cook's mouth.

... just you wait, I'll show him, I'll put manure in his bottle and watch him choke, though I don't have any manure, but I WOULD IF I HAD SOME!!! Or I'll, I'll, I'll set his tent on fire, though he'd probably just laugh at that, though the demonspawn can laugh himself to death, that'd teach him, as if my arms would be strong enough to be some assassin hero, sure I can strangle CHICKEN, though I sure wouldn't mind trying on that Sheaim bastard, well, all I'm saying is that who knows what's hiding under those robes of his, an assassin would be a master of disguise, yeah, "hey I'm the mighty Alazkan, oh, I know, I'll dress up as a Svartalfar, doh, and a cook too", RIGHT! Bloody stupid, and now they're all going after that royal princess, now THAT would be some disguise, but really? Though if even the ljosalfar Herald thinks there's something fishy about her, I guess LightFang can swim then, I've never seen royalty swim before...
 
GM comment: Posting is about to close, but I need to tend to my son, who's having toddler issues. Update and such as soon as I can.
 
Evening, Day Four

The good mood from the morning persisted for most of the day. For a long time, no one seemed to want to spoil things by accusing anyone of working to ensure that the Svartalfar and the Ljosalfar remained at war. Peace was in the air! -- an impression belied only by the numerous people who craved the comfort of a usable weapon and thus voted the garrote to themselves.

After lunch, though, things changed. The Lanun representative stee, widely regarded as a graverobber, was accused of even worse things. In a fit of pique at everyone else present, he accused himself as well and withdrew, presumably to contemplate his upcoming death.

With stee gone, though, yet another rumor began to circulate, this one about the Princess Royal of the Ljosalfar, LightFang. LightFang refused to defend herself, and simply watched icily as one vote after another piled up against her. As the misty day grew darker, the verdict of the delegates became clear: LightFang would die.

Executing a member of the Ljosalfar royal family was not something to be done lightly. She was accompanied to the precipice by not only her own honor guard, but the Svartalfar one as well, along with several of the diplomats and most of the remaining members of the mediator's party. She gave no sign of listening as the rationalizations were made, nor as one or two of her honor guard made their quiet apologies. Finally, though, the talking was done, and LightFang was asked if she had anything to say for herself.

Before she could speak, an unexpected figure materialized out of the fog further up the island. It was stee, and he ran like someone had lit his coat on fire. As he approached, those watching could see that his eyes showed white all the way around, and his face was taut with fear. Stee latched onto KingMorgan's arm like a lifeline.

"I wish to change my vote," he said.

"Are you mad?" asked KingMorgan. "There is no need; there's nothing your vote can do."

Only then did stee seem to notice the solemn procession surrounding him, with the self-possessed princess at its center. "Oh!" he said, shaking his head. "I'm not to be killed, then?"

"Not today, anyway," came a mutter from someone.

"Well," said stee. "In any case, for the record, I WISH IT TO BE KNOWN that I change my vote to support myself. And I want Nictel to have the garrote, too. There, that's done."

Still looking spooked, the Lanun retreated rapidly back up the hill.

KingMorgan and the others returned their attention to LightFang. The coldness in her had retreated; she just looked sad. "I fear you may all be up against forces too strong for you, even if you succeed here," she said. "I seem not to be helping, but I wish you the best."

The Princess Royal stepped off the precipice and was gone.

Spoiler :
LightFang was for peace.

There was a very quiet evening meal. Since the poisoning two days prior, most of the delegation had taken their meals alone, with closest attention paid to the preparation of their food. Today, most ate together, and perhaps that made the poisoner's job easier. In any case, it happened again. Only a minute after the Lanun representative got over his embarrassment enough to sit down with the rest, he abruptly stiffened and collapsed, the cause of death obviously the same as for PaulusIII.

Spoiler :
stee was for peace.

Their luck the previous night notwithstanding, clearly the delegation still had much to fear.

Accusations
Icekommander: mergle
Winston Hughes: Stuck in Pi LightFang
reverend oats: stee
TheForestAuro: mergle
mergle: stee
Catharsis: Niklas
Splime: stee LightFang
stee: stee stee
BananaLee: stee
oyzar: LightFang
Nictel: stee
RRRaskolnikov: mergle
The13thRonin: stee
CCRunner: stee
Methos: LightFang
ZPV: stee
Backwards Logic: LightFang
Niklas: LightFang
thomas.berubeg: LightFang

(J-man's vote was past the deadline.)

mergle: 1
Stuck in Pi: 0
LightFang: 7
stee: 0
Niklas: 1

Garotte
D'artagnan59: D'artagnan59
oyzar: Shadowbound Backwards Logic
Nictel: Nictel KingMorgan Nictel
thomas.berubeg: D'artagnan59
Backwards Logic: Backwards Logic
RRRaskolnikov: RRRaskolnikov
TheForestAuro: TheForestAuro
Icekommander: Icekommander
Winston Hughes: KingMorgan Backwards Logic
Izipo: Nictel
mergle: TheForestAuro
Shadowbound: Backwards Logic
stee: Nictel
CCRunner: Nictel
ZPV: Backwards Logic
KingMorgan: Backwards Logic

D'artagnan59: 2
Shadowbound: 1
Nictel: 4
Backwards Logic: 6
RRRaskolnikov: 1
TheForestAuro: 2
Icekommander: 1
KingMorgan: 0

It is now night. Posting is closed for the next 23 hours. Backwards Logic is awarded the garrote; if LightFang or stee had any possessions, they will be voted on in the morning. Sleep tight.
 
(Sorry, internet problems this afternoon.)

Morning, Day 4

That morning, they were all awoken abruptly by a harsh screeching, like that of a bird of prey. Sleepy delegates stumbled about looking for the source, until finally someone from the Mediator’s party identified it as coming from where they had placed LightFang’s and stee’s belongings for the night. Nothing was found in stee’s things, but when LightFang’s bag was opened to the dim morning light, the screeching stopped. KingMorgan pulled out a silver disk about the size of someone’s palm and showed it to the others before setting it carefully down again – it was engraved with the image of a soaring eagle. It appeared otherwise ordinary, though KingMorgan later mentioned that it had felt unusually cold to the touch.

It was an unusual start to the morning, but what followed was becoming far too ordinary, despite the previous day’s reprieve. Thomas.berubeg was found dead in his tent of a slit throat, a black ebony box by his side.

Spoiler :
Thomas.berubeg was for peace.

No doubt it would be another long day.

Posting is now open. Evening will be in 69 hours, on Monday. Accusations as usual in bold black and supports in bold green; votes for the silver disk in bold silver; votes for the ebony box in bold brown.
 
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