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Icekommander, care to explain yourself? You're up to something, and you've been pretty silent about it.
NOTW XXIII: The War Party. Game Thread.
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The guilty parties are either lying low or missing. I would guess missing. It seems that Icekommander is getting the current votes, but I'll stick with my earlier accusation against Reverend Oats.
ooc: revered oats was lynched yesterday...
Backwards Logic
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OOC: 
Uh, oops. :suicide: 
Also OOC: Where are we on the treaty?
IC: I really do need to remember who gets lynched. Probably some of Catharsis' ale that's still in my system. Which you still owe me 10 gold for... Anyways, I guess I should probably move my vote somewhere else... Uh, Icekommander seems like an inactive, yes.
Uh, oops. :suicide: Also OOC: Where are we on the treaty?
IC: I really do need to remember who gets lynched. Probably some of Catharsis' ale that's still in my system. Which you still owe me 10 gold for... Anyways, I guess I should probably move my vote somewhere else... Uh, Icekommander seems like an inactive, yes.
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
You got a point on inactive. But the inactive one can stay. He can't harm us. Need I remind you of the objective? The objective is to kill the WAR PARTY, not the inactive. Each day you lynch an inactive man for peace, it's one step closer to the war party's victory.
Chandrasekhar
Determined
The Ljosalfar Bodyguard speaks up for the first time since avoiding yesterday's lynch mob.
"I find myself agreeing with much of what our Sheaim Representative says, though not so much with his vote, of course. With Alazkan's death, it almost looks as though the war party has been declawed. Now that we seem to have plenty of time to calmly contemplate the facts, I think it's inevitable that we'll be a little less jumpy and hostile towards each other. I confess that I'm also still a bit shell shocked from the rush of yesterday's events, so I've been thinking more on self-preservation than on who I'm most suspicious of.
"But now that I've had time to think on it, I think it best to vote against Icekommander. He might not be actively hurting us, but we don't have as much of a time constraint against us now, so we might as well use our execution on someone who's not helping."
"I find myself agreeing with much of what our Sheaim Representative says, though not so much with his vote, of course. With Alazkan's death, it almost looks as though the war party has been declawed. Now that we seem to have plenty of time to calmly contemplate the facts, I think it's inevitable that we'll be a little less jumpy and hostile towards each other. I confess that I'm also still a bit shell shocked from the rush of yesterday's events, so I've been thinking more on self-preservation than on who I'm most suspicious of.
"But now that I've had time to think on it, I think it best to vote against Icekommander. He might not be actively hurting us, but we don't have as much of a time constraint against us now, so we might as well use our execution on someone who's not helping."
The13thRonin
Handsome Rogue
Support for Chandrasekhar.
He shall not die this day.
He shall not die this day.
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
"Chandrasekhar, are you even considering that we could face more than one opposition to this peace treaty? I have my worries about these chanters... It is must unnerving, I must say. And, even with my meagre knowledge of the arcane, I can tell that a ritual that takes more then eight days would probably be both powerful and shocking. Most mages can perform magicks that kill others in a matter of seconds, perhaps minutes. Now, if we assume there are multiple casters aswell.... We're in for the big deal. We should definately hurry."
Catharsis
catch u on the flip scythe
ah, well, would you believe, a thief stole all my gold!
unless you are the thief, in which case, a dragon ate all my gold!
oh that's a dangerous assumption, and you know it. alazkan probably had a high amount of strength, but we have no idea what sort of strength any other baddies around here might be packing, so we don't know how many days we have left.
i don't like that statement one bit, chandrasekhar, so my vote stays, not that it looks like it'll matter.
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
"I can only agree, Sheaim. And I don't think we are dealing with a dragon, by the way. I have not heard of other dragons than Eurabatres and Abashi, and we concluded it was not them. Still, we need to be cautious - I don't like this chanting one bit."
As I mentioned a few days ago, there is at least one other possible dragon: Drifa, who, if I remember rightly, is connected with the Illians.
On the question of who should face the music this evening, I agree with Catharsis: Chandrasekhar's line of reasoning is exactly the kind of thing the wolves would want us to believe. We've only caught one bad guy so far, and I don't think for a second that the only threat that remains is the poisoner.
On the question of who should face the music this evening, I agree with Catharsis: Chandrasekhar's line of reasoning is exactly the kind of thing the wolves would want us to believe. We've only caught one bad guy so far, and I don't think for a second that the only threat that remains is the poisoner.
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
"While I do of course share your doubts about Chandrasekhar, I think that even what arguments he managed to produce are less convincing than Icekommanders silence. If Alazkans accomplices are anything like himself, Icekommander would be the obvious to swim. If nothing else, we can test Chandrasekhars loyalties tomorrow."
I had originally intended to accuse Diamondeye today, but someone has come to me with some strong supporting evidence in his favor and though I still wonder about him, that evidence seems fairly good to me. The evidence against Chand still seems light to me and the one other person I'm tempted to go with doesn't seem like a strong chance of getting lynched today, so I'll play it safe and go with the inactive Icekommander.
Evening, Day Eight
The day was unusually productive on the treaty front, even if the diplomats did go through yet another scribe. Sensing the tide of votes would go against him, Icekommander refused to work after midday and simply sat on the temple steps glaring at anyone who had accused him. Niklas was drafted in his stead, with a noticeable resultant decrease in the quality of both handwriting and cooking. Still, the young Clerk and the Junior Envoy did manage to come to agreements on several small but niggling matters, and sheet after sheet was tacked to the side of the temple for all to read.
On the conferences other main issue, though, the delegates seemed oddly reluctant to make waves. Though Icekommander had been under suspicion for days, and few were willing to accuse anyone else in his stead, neither did his execution gain any large level of support. In the end Icekommander was condemned by only a quarter of those still alive. That fact was not lost on him, to be sure, and the Guide was sure to remind the eight members of both Honor Guards of that fact as they marched him down the hill. As only Dartagnan59 out of those present had accused anyone else, though, Icekommanders complaints had little effect.
At the cliffs edge, Stuck in Pi and Diamondeye pushed Icekommander off with little ceremony. They seemed almost disappointed that he didnt turn into a raging killer in front of their eyes.
The pattern of poisonings had escaped no ones attention, and people were particularly wary about what they ate that evening, not that anyone really believed it would be of any use after what had happened to mergle two days prior. But strangely enough, no one died, not as most of the group sat down together to eat, nor later as the more cautious ate on their own.
Were the killers all dead or given up? It couldnt possibly be that simple. Relieved, but still nervous, the camp settled down for the night.
Accusations
D'artagnan59: Diamondeye
Diamondeye: Icekommander
Catharsis: Chandrasekhar
Izipo: oyzar
Shadowbound: oyzar
oyzar: Icekommander
Stuck in Pi: Icekommander
Chandrasekhar: Icekommander
The13thRonin: Chandrasekhar
Winston Hughes: Chandrasekhar
Methos: Icekommander
Diamondeye: 1
Icekommander: 5
Chandrasekhar: 1
oyzar: 0
It is now Night, and posting is closed. If Icekommander had an item, it will go up for vote in the morning. Sleep tight.
The day was unusually productive on the treaty front, even if the diplomats did go through yet another scribe. Sensing the tide of votes would go against him, Icekommander refused to work after midday and simply sat on the temple steps glaring at anyone who had accused him. Niklas was drafted in his stead, with a noticeable resultant decrease in the quality of both handwriting and cooking. Still, the young Clerk and the Junior Envoy did manage to come to agreements on several small but niggling matters, and sheet after sheet was tacked to the side of the temple for all to read.
On the conferences other main issue, though, the delegates seemed oddly reluctant to make waves. Though Icekommander had been under suspicion for days, and few were willing to accuse anyone else in his stead, neither did his execution gain any large level of support. In the end Icekommander was condemned by only a quarter of those still alive. That fact was not lost on him, to be sure, and the Guide was sure to remind the eight members of both Honor Guards of that fact as they marched him down the hill. As only Dartagnan59 out of those present had accused anyone else, though, Icekommanders complaints had little effect.
At the cliffs edge, Stuck in Pi and Diamondeye pushed Icekommander off with little ceremony. They seemed almost disappointed that he didnt turn into a raging killer in front of their eyes.
Spoiler :
The pattern of poisonings had escaped no ones attention, and people were particularly wary about what they ate that evening, not that anyone really believed it would be of any use after what had happened to mergle two days prior. But strangely enough, no one died, not as most of the group sat down together to eat, nor later as the more cautious ate on their own.
Were the killers all dead or given up? It couldnt possibly be that simple. Relieved, but still nervous, the camp settled down for the night.
Accusations
D'artagnan59: Diamondeye
Diamondeye: Icekommander
Catharsis: Chandrasekhar
Izipo: oyzar
Shadowbound: oyzar
oyzar: Icekommander
Stuck in Pi: Icekommander
Chandrasekhar: Icekommander
The13thRonin: Chandrasekhar
Winston Hughes: Chandrasekhar
Methos: Icekommander
Diamondeye: 1
Icekommander: 5
Chandrasekhar: 1
oyzar: 0
It is now Night, and posting is closed. If Icekommander had an item, it will go up for vote in the morning. Sleep tight.
GM comment: I have company coming next Tuesday, so rather than try to make an update on that day, I'm going to try for this Sunday instead. So please note: here's the schedule for the next couple of "days".
Friday -- Day 9 morning post
SUNDAY -- evening post (48 hour day)
MONDAY -- Day 10 morning post
Thursday -- evening post (72 hour day)
Thanks for your patience.
Friday -- Day 9 morning post
SUNDAY -- evening post (48 hour day)
MONDAY -- Day 10 morning post
Thursday -- evening post (72 hour day)
Thanks for your patience.
GM comment:So much for afternoon plans; it's pouring rain ...
Morning, Day Nine
It was another still, quiet night. The mist lay in heavy folds over the island, draping everything in cool dampness. Under these conditions, the chanting that started up around midnight seemed particularly loud and ominous, and once more it drew several of the delegates out of their tents to investigate. They had no more luck than before.
One of those drawn outside that night was Backwards Logic. The gnome-like little man stood for a while near the temple with his head tilted, trying in vain to make out any words in the overlapping stream of voices. As he turned once more for his tent, someone appeared out of the mist before him. He gave a polite nod to the figure.
Annoying, it is, he said, referencing the chanters.
The other did not respond. Backwards Logic saw the figures arm rise to eye level; a sudden pain blossomed in his throat. He collapsed to his knees, unable to speak, as the killer disappeared back into the mist. His shaking hands found the shaft that transfixed his neck, the tiny arrowhead that protruded beside his spine. He left it alone.
The life bled out of him. He would die here, and there was no time to do what hed hoped, no time left. Perhaps, then, just a tiny magic, just one small thing for himself, for remembrance
Hours later, the sun rose. Those whose tents were closest to where Backwards Logic had fallen noticed the anomaly first, as they emerged, rubbing their eyes in the unaccustomed brightness. All of them saw the sky first, the pale blue of dawn, the pink lacing of clouds. For yards around on every side, the mist had been pushed back, and the daylight shone through unimpeded.
Only then did they notice the tree. Where Backwards Logic had died stood a sturdy oak sapling, its roots sunk deep and strong into what had been nothing but bare rock the day before. Around it, a small patch of soil, and plants grew there as well: coiled fiddlehead ferns and strikingly out-of-season buttercups. The small crossbow bolt lay on the rocks a few feet away. Backwards Logics body itself was gone.
The morning would hold one more surprise for the survivors of the conference. Even as they stood still discussing the nights happenings, they once more heard the distinctive sound of giant wings rapidly approaching. The more prudent among them quickly withdrew back into the fog-shrouded portions of the island, but it was those who remained in the daylight who actually saw the beast: an enormous blue dragon flew by so low overhead that several of the tents were pitched over in the wind of its passing, and the oak sapling trembled. A moment later, everyone heard the sound of giant talons catching and holding at the top of the sheer cliff at the upper end of the island.
The dragon seemed to be staying.
As if it could read their thoughts, the delegates heard a bass voice from high above.
By all means, carry on with what you are doing. I find it quite fascinating. For now.
It is now morning. Posting is open. Icekommander possessed no items. A search of Backwards Logics belongings reveals the vials you recognize as once having belonged to The Lemon. Three vials remain.
Accusations and supports as usual. Votes for the vials in bold purple.
Morning, Day Nine
It was another still, quiet night. The mist lay in heavy folds over the island, draping everything in cool dampness. Under these conditions, the chanting that started up around midnight seemed particularly loud and ominous, and once more it drew several of the delegates out of their tents to investigate. They had no more luck than before.
One of those drawn outside that night was Backwards Logic. The gnome-like little man stood for a while near the temple with his head tilted, trying in vain to make out any words in the overlapping stream of voices. As he turned once more for his tent, someone appeared out of the mist before him. He gave a polite nod to the figure.
Annoying, it is, he said, referencing the chanters.
The other did not respond. Backwards Logic saw the figures arm rise to eye level; a sudden pain blossomed in his throat. He collapsed to his knees, unable to speak, as the killer disappeared back into the mist. His shaking hands found the shaft that transfixed his neck, the tiny arrowhead that protruded beside his spine. He left it alone.
The life bled out of him. He would die here, and there was no time to do what hed hoped, no time left. Perhaps, then, just a tiny magic, just one small thing for himself, for remembrance
Hours later, the sun rose. Those whose tents were closest to where Backwards Logic had fallen noticed the anomaly first, as they emerged, rubbing their eyes in the unaccustomed brightness. All of them saw the sky first, the pale blue of dawn, the pink lacing of clouds. For yards around on every side, the mist had been pushed back, and the daylight shone through unimpeded.
Only then did they notice the tree. Where Backwards Logic had died stood a sturdy oak sapling, its roots sunk deep and strong into what had been nothing but bare rock the day before. Around it, a small patch of soil, and plants grew there as well: coiled fiddlehead ferns and strikingly out-of-season buttercups. The small crossbow bolt lay on the rocks a few feet away. Backwards Logics body itself was gone.
Spoiler :
The morning would hold one more surprise for the survivors of the conference. Even as they stood still discussing the nights happenings, they once more heard the distinctive sound of giant wings rapidly approaching. The more prudent among them quickly withdrew back into the fog-shrouded portions of the island, but it was those who remained in the daylight who actually saw the beast: an enormous blue dragon flew by so low overhead that several of the tents were pitched over in the wind of its passing, and the oak sapling trembled. A moment later, everyone heard the sound of giant talons catching and holding at the top of the sheer cliff at the upper end of the island.
The dragon seemed to be staying.
As if it could read their thoughts, the delegates heard a bass voice from high above.
By all means, carry on with what you are doing. I find it quite fascinating. For now.
It is now morning. Posting is open. Icekommander possessed no items. A search of Backwards Logics belongings reveals the vials you recognize as once having belonged to The Lemon. Three vials remain.
Accusations and supports as usual. Votes for the vials in bold purple.
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