NotW XXXII: Siege of Evermore: Game Thread

Welcome to Notw XXII: Siege of Evermore!

There was a brief knock on the door

"My lord, he has arrived"

"Excellent, Guard, show him in please" The Lord replied.

A cloaked elf entered the room, and stood at attention in front of the Lords desk but said nothing.

The Lord surveyed the elf and spoke "Do you know why your are here?"

Again the Elf said nothing and the lord got up from his desk and made his way over to the window.

"The Great Capital City of Evermore use to stand proud and sparkle with green and gold leaves, a symbol of the power and wealth of the Summer Elves. However, the war that ripped throughout the lands made its way to the City of leaves and for the last three years, it has been all that stands in the way of annihilation of our peoples, the Ljosalfar.
The Evil Svartalfar have ruthlessly attacked and besieged this city, many have been killed by the Dark assassins and many more are likely to be killed in the defense of Evermore. It has been clear to both sides that all that stands between defeat and victory, annihilation and triumph is the elite band of archers known as the Flurry. Countless times they have protected Evermore and driven back the enemy even when it had seemed that it was beyond all hope."

The lord turned around and faced the elf, the lines of stress and worry were clearly etched into his face.

"But you would know this being part of the Flurry yourself"

"Yes Sir" whispered the elf as he broke his silence.

The Lord pressed on "It seems change is in the air, many things have happened in the last five days since the Svartalfar lifted the siege, so tell me of your mission."

The Elf replied "I have tracked their main army to about a days march to the west. It was my fear that there would be large reinforcements and that they would be preparing for a final assult but that does not seem to be the case. Most of them look just as worn out as our army except perhaps better fed."

The lord sat back down at his desk and sighed. "It was our fear as well that they were reinforcing for a final siege but your words do not comfort me for I have news of my own... Two flurries have died"

"What" Cried the elf in disbelief. "Who?"

"I am afraid it was Civplayah"

The elf shook and broke his stance "But that's impossible, they were our finest warriors, there is no way that they would fall to scum like the Svartalfar, why Civplayah alone has saved this city countless times by himself"

"And now it will be your turn" Before the elf could interrupt the Lord continued "The populace seems to be more scared now than they have ever. I don't think anyone ever imagined us losing a flurry let alone two. The General has taken this matter personally and blames himself. He has resigned and he recommended that you be placed in charge and find suitable replacements to train. It is clear to all of us that assassins have breached our walls and are lurking in shadows. It will be your job to root them out, for we can not let them complete what ever disastrous goal they have set out to achieve."

The elf in a blaze of anger took leave of the Lord and set out into the city, he would get revenge and rid this city of every Svartalfar, whether it be Spy, Traitor, Assassin or Accomplice.

Written by sprig (many thanks!).




Players:
1. Autolycus- Scholar vigilante-killed day 6
2. Love- Herbalist
3. Diamondeye- Town Guard lynched day 7
4. Landlubber- Phalanx lynched day 5
5. TheLastOne36- Apprentice
6. Winston Hughes- Old Man’s Son killed night 4
7. Choxorn- Innkeeper
8. Seon- Mayor
9. CCRunner- Old Man
10. Earthling- Tourist
11. Krill- Thinker
12. Bad Player- Jeweler lynched day 3
13. Zack- Nature Archmage
14. Niklas- Priestess lynched day 4
15. Renata- Slave
16. Nictel- Farmer
17. TheForestAuro- Mayor’s Daughter killed night 5
18. J-man- Athlete
19. Methos- Forest Preserver lynched day 6
20. J65536d- Artist
21. PaulusIII- Actor
22. CivGeneral- Mayor’s Son lynched day 2
23. pevergreen- Bronze Smith killed night 2
24. classical_hero- Young Woman
25. Khazaar- Merchant killed night 6

Innocent
Svartalfar
Flurry

It is now Day 1. Midday in 24 hours.

civplayah, you capitalized pevergreen's name again...

Why is that such a big deal?

landlubber. Only scum would ask such a silly question.

I say we kill Earthling. He's clearly a foreigner.

I am just a silly little apprentice of a Carpenter, aren't I?

The Mayor came to greet the people, dressed in his formal clothes

"Now now, people, we have no reason to panic here. So before we point any accusing fingers at anyone, let us all discuss our evidence. WHO'S NEW TO THIS TOWN?!?!?!?!?!?!"

You're the mayor? Well, I didn't vote for you.

choxorn said:

You're the mayor? Well, I didn't vote for you.

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Too bad.

Autolycus said:

I say we kill Earthling. He's clearly a foreigner.

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OOC: So..I haven't even read my role PM yet, but that's cold man.

Though I see I am the Tourist, and I'm lacking a Hawaiian shirt, so I can see why you voted for me. Everyone else's role seems more defendable, I'm the newcomer and all.

That said, if I were to respond in kind -half the people I could accuse based on their role would perceive it as something else! What need have we archers for a Bronze Smith and Jeweler; what's up with the Old Man and his Son, same thing with the Mayor's family! I'll withhold my vote for now and try to figure out who the Svartalfar traitors are.

Edit: Guys, nevermind and even better news! - I found out I'm not even an elf so I'm not a threat to any of you all! Have fun while I tour the city and loudly complain about elfs not eating enough meat. kthxbai.

The old man rose slowly to to feet. The weight of years upon his shoulders was obvious for all to see-- what was not so obvious were his battle scars. For more than 40 years, he had led the elite group of warriors known as the Flurry into battle and had killed more men then he could count on one hand. More men then the entire army could count on all their hands combined. He had hoped that he had left that foolishness for good though when he retired from command more than fifteen years ago, taking with him nothing more than the armor that had seen him through countless campaigns and a ceremonial old sword.

"Bah Humbug! Let these cowards and assassins come! They will break themselves against the strength of our arms and the courage of our men. Let none who calls himself Svartalfar live among us. Let the scum of the black lands come--COUGH COUGH"

With a baleful glare, the old man sat down.

A small thud.

Another small thud.

A few people realise that pever the greenbronze smith is whacking the sides of a sword. With his fist. The sword is cold, so they dismiss him and his odd actions.

A few people closer by can hear him murming with each thud.

"I...wish...I...could...use...iron."

He smiles slightly, and changes his words, still coinciding with each thud. Nothing like going through the motions!

*Thud*
"Reenk"
*Thud*
"Roink"

Over and over he says this, then abruptly stops.

Vote: Khazaar

The youngest and therefore most beautiful woman arose from her slumber to find of the terrible news of this mighty and handsome warrior is dead. It was most probably some one who hates war, such as an artist, so I declare J65536d to be guilty.

Bah, I´m but a humble Merchant but I´d watch that actor, they can pretend and stuff. PaulusIII

Work, work, work. Toil, toil, toil. Scrub, scrub, scrub.

I'm salt of the earth, I'm the dirt under your feet, yes I am. I have no more volition than dirt. No more voice than a stone.

Oh look, Seon must be responsible for all of this.

As if a stone could speak, and be heard. Work, work, work.

Good day there miss classical_hero,
where are you on this day?