Mini-NOTW I: "To Kill a Mockingbird" (Game Thread)

[Diamondeye]

Update: Morning, Day 1:

"As the sun rose over the small city of Awrail once more, its rays waking the inhabitants that were still used to the much more gentle awakening by Clairone's mirthful voice, the villagers exited their houses one by one, gathering in the plaza.

Except, someone was missing. Love, the bard, had not shown himself yet. While they were waiting for him to exit his house and join them, one of them decided to tell a little story to the rest to cheer them up:

It is said that Awrail is founded by a direct descendant of one Kylorin's great students, although I do not recall the name.

The founder was fond of his life on the road and has walked the Amure lands as well as their neighboors lands and even the other continents, for longer than a normal man would live.

Apparently, the founder gave up his life as a wandering mage to settle down here when his companion, a pet panther, died.

The villagers were occupied with talking about the story for a little while. Apparently, only few of them knew that the village had had the honor of being founded by a descendant of a student of the great Kylorin himself! However, with Love's lack of presence becoming even more obvious, they all headed to his house. After knocking on the door several times, they opened it and entered.

The bard's body was a mess. He had clearly tried to resist the killing, but the assassin had been brutally efficient; Love's extremities were cut off, and his stomach was perforated. All of the wounds bore a dark, almost ashgrey colour to them. Apparently, the bard had bled to death, too weak to call for help. The villagers all stood disheartened; it had been proved that the killer was indeed among them.

Spoiler :

Love was innocent!

They decided that the only way to tackle such a brutal killer was in full daylight; more precisely, each day they would vote about who to lynch in the city square. What they also discovered, deep in the pocket of one of Love's vestiments, was a vial filled with a green substance. It did not look drinkable. They decided to vote for who should take the vial aswell."

It is now day; this day will last for 48 hours. Posting is OPEN!
Votes: Accusations in bold black, supports (although discouraged) in bold green and vote for the vial in bold orange!

 

[CCRunner]

lurker's comment: Oh, that sucks for him. Killed first in NotW: The War Party and now killed first again in this!

 

[Ekolite]

''This is worrying. Perhaps this mad-man is starting a patern, perhaps someone will die every day until we are all dead. What could they possibly want? We are a simple folk, we own nothing of great value! Leave us, fiend of the night!

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Oh, Kol... I hope your wrong. That would be horrible.

Perhaps I can have the vials? in my travels i've come across many strange potions, and I may be able to identify these

 

[Icekommander]

Terrible, truely terrible. It seems like our killer wishes to kill all the performing talent in the village! I bet the story teller shall be next! But let Thomas take the vials. I feel we can trust him with it.

 

[BananaLee]

I agree with Ekolite's sentiments. Why are we being killed? It's not like we've done anything. Regarding the vials, I would think a Drunkard would have more use for it than a Hunter? He is after all more acquainted with strange undrinkable liquid.

 

[Sepuku]

I agree that our hunter might know a bit more about strange substances from his travels so I say the green vial to Thomas. I think our drunkard might just know more about how to drink it in one swallow

 

[LightFang]

Ugh, that's terrible. Look at that, that's a terrible death. I'd be sick, but I've got nothing to throw up...but wait until I take a bite of food, then it'll get me.

Hmm, that is a most intriguing idea, giving the vial to the drunkard. At the very least I can see the connection far better than, say, giving the vials to a hunter.

What's more important though, is what the bard is doing with mysterious liquid...

 

[Tasslehoff]

I believe the vial is poison. Now think carefully- do you really want a drunk having the substance that could kill you if you ingest merely a little? Let our Hunter use the poison on his weapons- the better to destroy our enemies with.

 

[PaulusIII]

"This is starting to become a trend. While I'm holding back on already bringing someone forward to die, I'd like the rest of the village to speak up or die.

Strange substances? Hmm, that might be interesting. In my magic studies I have some across some odd substances, and while I still have to get the hang of them I might be able to get some use out of these weird potions. I'd like to have the potion, please."

OOC: feel free to add me on MSN if you wish to discuss the game.

 

[J-man]

Another death, we must stop this killer before he stops us...

 

[Diamondeye]

GM Comment: Someone approached me with a notification of a flaw in my english; village and city both refer to Awrail in this game - which means that Ekolite is the "local guard", not a guard from som big city far away.

Vials:
Thomas: 4 (Thomas, Icekommander, Sepuku, Tasslehoff)
PaulusIII: 1 (PaulusIII)
Rhawn: 1 (BananaLee)

Accusations:
None!

 

[Winston Hughes]

The Mayor stares at his people with a mix of sorrow and rage etched on his aging face.

First Clairone, now the bard... It seems the murderer is as cowardly as he is evil!

But fear not, my friends, we will catch this vile criminal. I give you my word on that.

To this end, I have decided to conduct a short interview with each of you. Though I understand that there are certain matters that you may wish to keep private, I would ask that you answer as honestly as possible without compromising yourselves.

 

[Sepuku]

First the voice of Clairone is taken for us and now Love's as well?
Did the beast perhaps fear their sweet music?
If that was the case or not though, it appears to have already silenced their voices forever...this thing must be stopped!

What do we know so far?
1) Its strong (maybe big and brutish? Or some kind of magical transformation?)
2) It would have to be a good liar or at least very good at persuasion to hide among us so easily...
3) Is a preditor of the night.

Do you know anything that fits this description Thomas? Perhaps you have seen such a creature or have heard of such a thing in your travels?...

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Aye.... Actually, I have, but only rumors in the big cities from travellors from Doviello lands. There, they speak of thier greatest warriors, Men who have gotten so inured to killing that, in a rage, at night, they transform into wolves and bears...

Our bard may have been able to tell us more, But from what I hear, the greatest of these is NOT a doviello brute. Rather, he would have been a general, a King, in the age of Patria, who was cursed by the gods for his barbary... some say fell magics have drawn him from his tomb in Elohim lands.

 

[Diamondeye]

Midday, Day 1
The villagers, still trying to maintain, if not calm, then at least a bit of mutual trust, had not advanced further on who could be the killer when the sun reached zenith. They discussed back and forth without getting anywhere concerning who would hang from the gallow by sunset.

The vials, however, seemed to be a source of interest; more than half of the villagers had voiced their opinions about them, the public opinion on them being that they probably were poison. While they were not completely agreed upon who should take them, a rather large fraction had supported the hunter's, Thomas.Berubeg's, claims that his experience in his field should be enough to identify them.

So, some kind of unity was to be found among them... Would the subject of eventually hanging one of them break that feeling? Anyway, they had to catch the killer some way or another...

Thomas.Berubeg: Thomas.Berubeg
Icekommander: Thomas.Berubeg
Sepuku: Thomas.Berubeg
Tasslehoff: Thomas.Berubeg
PaulusIII: PaulusIII
BananaLee: Rhawn

Totals:
Thomas.Berubeg: 4
PaulusIII: 1
Rhawn: 1

 

[rhawn]

"MADMAN, MADMAN" the drunkard tries to run, its more a half-hearted shuffle with his arms flailing wildly."
"How you can you sleep at night with a Maniac(Tasslehoff) in our midst?"

 

[Tasslehoff]

I may have knowledge beyond the comprehension of the average man, but at least I don't compulsively drink body-poison making me prone to terrible judgement and violence like our Drunkard (rhawn) here.

 

[Icekommander]

Pah. The Drunkard is capably of no such act. For the first few years he has been around, I watched him closely. But I saw him quite frankly unable to plan the killing of Clairone. And exectue her, and for that matter the bard so cleanly. It ain't him. I have a good idea of who it in't, but no idea who it is, so I have to go out on limb and guess the Stonemason, lacking further evidence.

 

[BananaLee]

Innkeeper, do not forget who built your inn for you. That brick and mortar didn't just walk there by itself. And surely, you would have more reason to kill singers and tale-spinners because you have to pay them perhaps?