Bratmon
Super Bratmon 3
I have been given reason. Hell_Hound shall die.
Mini-NOTW II: "Making Money" - Game Thread
- Thread starter Diamondeye
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As have I.
Hell_hound. You are hereby accused of killing the guide, and a whole bunch of other traders. Explain why we shouldn't kill you.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Hmmm.... many people seems convinced that Hellhound is indeed our culprit, but I did not get a good reason behind this claim... so what to do...
Tasslehoff
Kender
I believe hell_hound had better start explaining.
hell_hound
Prince
- Joined
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- Messages
- 409
What do I have to explain, other than being told I am the killer without anyone explaining why I am. Although I do not want to get myself into any more trouble than I am already in I believe Niklas to be the killer, as I have yet to be given a reason for his wild accusations
Krill
Deity
Stops sniffing some potions... yeah, that always hits the spot...
So, we have killed several people, innocent people, and have nothing to show for it. This paranoia is starting to endanger all of us; perhaps we should reason this out? Why should we let the Armour Trader dance the hemp fandango again?
If you want to keep up the paranoia though, I'm sure I can sell you a potion that will ensure paranoia for the rest of the journey...
So, we have killed several people, innocent people, and have nothing to show for it. This paranoia is starting to endanger all of us; perhaps we should reason this out? Why should we let the Armour Trader dance the hemp fandango again?
If you want to keep up the paranoia though, I'm sure I can sell you a potion that will ensure paranoia for the rest of the journey...
Krill
Deity
Looking forlornly at the darkening horizon...
I wish it were; then I could imbibe of it to my hearts content and still work tomorrow.
I'll trade you a vial for a cask of your fine wine; or rather, for the profits when you sell it should we reach or final destination.
I wish it were; then I could imbibe of it to my hearts content and still work tomorrow.
I'll trade you a vial for a cask of your fine wine; or rather, for the profits when you sell it should we reach or final destination.
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
Update: Evening, Day 3:
The caravan once again came to a hold after a day that had initially seemed dull, but had proven to indeed be very interesting: Following the lead of the jewellery merchant, more than half of the remaining crew of the caravan had put their votes forth to have the armor trader, Hell_Hound, executed. And as the sun began to sink towards the horizon and the tents had been set up, it was indeed what was about to happen: the traders and the two Hippus mercenaries gathered, the two mercenaries dragging Hell_Hound, who was resisting heavily and kept shouting quite rude things at everyone, the jewellery trader in particular.
Hell_Hound managed to push the Hippus lancer, Kulko, throwing him off his balance, before emerging in a quick one-on-one fight with Oyzar, who was still holding him. Oyzar was visibly stronger, and after only a few moments of struggle, the armor trader fell to the ground, his neck broken. Despite his desperate and violent struggles, the caravan had to realize that
Worried mumbles were heard. It had been three full days and they had not caught anyone guilty in anything. However, commotion quickly arose when someone discovered that Oyzar was not feeling well. He was sitting, hands to his head, obviously in pain. He spat blood on the ground. They all knew the armor trader had not even hurt the Swordsman, and wondered what was happening. Oyzar was by now panicking, coughing desperately. He tried to stand up, but fell to his knees.
He looked at them, his eyes hazy and blood running from nose and mouth, but with a calm voice, that shocked many of them: "Poisoned. I've been poisoned. Probably the same backstabbing wrench as the guy who killed CCRunner."
The merchants nodded in unison. They were all shocked when he spoke again before collapsing: "We almost had them. You'll have to do it without me, now. Kill the bastards. All of them."
An overwhelming silence descended on the merchants, and a while went by before the first one had enough sense to examine the body. What he came up with, nobody liked:
Everyone's nerves were peaking, and it was improbable that any of them would be able to get much sleep that night. Still, they each went to their own tents...
Vote Tally:
Accusations:
Niklas: Hell_Hound
Oyzar: Hell_Hound
Bratmon: Hell_Hound
BananaLee: Hell_Hound
Tasslehoff: Hell_Hound
Hell_Hound: Niklas
Renata: Hell_Hound
LightFang: Hell_Hound
Total:
Hell_Hound: 7
Niklas: 1
It is now night!
Any items that Oyzar and Hell_Hound possessed will be voted on tomorrow.
People with night abilities, send me your PMs!
This night will last for roughly 24 hours.
Until then, public posting is closed!
The caravan once again came to a hold after a day that had initially seemed dull, but had proven to indeed be very interesting: Following the lead of the jewellery merchant, more than half of the remaining crew of the caravan had put their votes forth to have the armor trader, Hell_Hound, executed. And as the sun began to sink towards the horizon and the tents had been set up, it was indeed what was about to happen: the traders and the two Hippus mercenaries gathered, the two mercenaries dragging Hell_Hound, who was resisting heavily and kept shouting quite rude things at everyone, the jewellery trader in particular.
Hell_Hound managed to push the Hippus lancer, Kulko, throwing him off his balance, before emerging in a quick one-on-one fight with Oyzar, who was still holding him. Oyzar was visibly stronger, and after only a few moments of struggle, the armor trader fell to the ground, his neck broken. Despite his desperate and violent struggles, the caravan had to realize that
Spoiler :
Worried mumbles were heard. It had been three full days and they had not caught anyone guilty in anything. However, commotion quickly arose when someone discovered that Oyzar was not feeling well. He was sitting, hands to his head, obviously in pain. He spat blood on the ground. They all knew the armor trader had not even hurt the Swordsman, and wondered what was happening. Oyzar was by now panicking, coughing desperately. He tried to stand up, but fell to his knees.
He looked at them, his eyes hazy and blood running from nose and mouth, but with a calm voice, that shocked many of them: "Poisoned. I've been poisoned. Probably the same backstabbing wrench as the guy who killed CCRunner."
The merchants nodded in unison. They were all shocked when he spoke again before collapsing: "We almost had them. You'll have to do it without me, now. Kill the bastards. All of them."
An overwhelming silence descended on the merchants, and a while went by before the first one had enough sense to examine the body. What he came up with, nobody liked:
Spoiler :
Everyone's nerves were peaking, and it was improbable that any of them would be able to get much sleep that night. Still, they each went to their own tents...
Vote Tally:
Accusations:
Niklas: Hell_Hound
Oyzar: Hell_Hound
Bratmon: Hell_Hound
BananaLee: Hell_Hound
Tasslehoff: Hell_Hound
Hell_Hound: Niklas
Renata: Hell_Hound
LightFang: Hell_Hound
Total:
Hell_Hound: 7
Niklas: 1
It is now night!
Any items that Oyzar and Hell_Hound possessed will be voted on tomorrow.
People with night abilities, send me your PMs!
This night will last for roughly 24 hours.
Until then, public posting is closed!
hell_hound
Prince
- Joined
- Dec 16, 2008
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(OOC: There is a Hives song I feel is relevant at this point, 'I Hate to Say I Told You So! 
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Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
Update: Morning, Day 4
From the moment the sun rose, activity in the caravan skyrocketed. Who had poisoned Oyzar? Were the brigands the killers? And did Oyzar or Hell_Hound possess anything that would have helped them against the killers?
Many of these questions were going to be answered by the morning light: Oyzar's body and tent was searched throughout, but nothing of interest was found - not even his sword. The armor trader was more interesting. beneath his simple, but classy robes (quote Winston Hughes: "So last year!"), the traders and the now lone Hippus found a dazzling mithril vest. It glinted in the morning sun with the beauty of a million diamonds, and they all turned to see the expression on Niklas', the jewellery traders, face when he saw it.
It was then they noticed that Niklas was not among them. They quickly went to his tent to find him dead, soaked in a gush of his own blood from a long cut across the throat. Studying his papers and notes, they realized that
The recent deaths of two brigands among them did little to please the traders. Apparently, they were not on to the killers yet. How long was there left before they reached Kwythellar?
The search of Niklas' body also revealed an interesting gold ring, insert with a single, large stone.
Both of the precious items would go up for vote this day, as the caravan, now reduced to half its original size, rolled on more slowly than ever.
And of course, there would be accusations as well. lots of accusations.
Voting is now open!
Accusations in bold black, supports in bold green, votes for the mithril vest in bold royal blue, and votes for the golden ring in bold orange.
It is now day!
Night falls in roughly 72 hours.
Until then, public posting is open!
From the moment the sun rose, activity in the caravan skyrocketed. Who had poisoned Oyzar? Were the brigands the killers? And did Oyzar or Hell_Hound possess anything that would have helped them against the killers?
Many of these questions were going to be answered by the morning light: Oyzar's body and tent was searched throughout, but nothing of interest was found - not even his sword. The armor trader was more interesting. beneath his simple, but classy robes (quote Winston Hughes: "So last year!"), the traders and the now lone Hippus found a dazzling mithril vest. It glinted in the morning sun with the beauty of a million diamonds, and they all turned to see the expression on Niklas', the jewellery traders, face when he saw it.
It was then they noticed that Niklas was not among them. They quickly went to his tent to find him dead, soaked in a gush of his own blood from a long cut across the throat. Studying his papers and notes, they realized that
Spoiler :
The recent deaths of two brigands among them did little to please the traders. Apparently, they were not on to the killers yet. How long was there left before they reached Kwythellar?
The search of Niklas' body also revealed an interesting gold ring, insert with a single, large stone.
Both of the precious items would go up for vote this day, as the caravan, now reduced to half its original size, rolled on more slowly than ever.
And of course, there would be accusations as well. lots of accusations.
Voting is now open!
Accusations in bold black, supports in bold green, votes for the mithril vest in bold royal blue, and votes for the golden ring in bold orange.
It is now day!
Night falls in roughly 72 hours.
Until then, public posting is open!
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Slave trader seems more then relieved thathe was not killed yesterday. "SO we are not on the killers yet, so who are this brigands and who are the killers?"
Not a single person I talked to last night said a word about two sets of killers, no. I find that curious, yes I do, haha. Especially as it's spelled out in the first brigand's own dying breath.
The Wine Trader turns beet red and retreats once more inside his tent.
The Wine Trader turns beet red and retreats once more inside his tent.
Krill
Deity
The Potions Trader stumbles out of the crowd, and collapses on the floor
Hmm...perhaps I should have taken of my wares. I was not paranoid to suspect two separate groups acting against us in our aim of riches. Alas...
He crawls towards his tent, apparently to place it in a jumble in its pack
Hmm...perhaps I should have taken of my wares. I was not paranoid to suspect two separate groups acting against us in our aim of riches. Alas...
He crawls towards his tent, apparently to place it in a jumble in its pack
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Bratmon and BananaLee, you have claimed that you have been given reason as to why Hell_Hound was guilty, care to explain what exactly it was now?
The Fine Clothes Trader is a mess. His fashion sense has totally deserted him, and his mind seems on the verge of complete meltdown. Stumbling about the camp with wild eyes, wearing a truly hideous ensemble of purple leather and yellow hessian, he speaks excitedly to anyone prepared to listen.
Are you all liars, thieves, murderers!? There's no-one to trust here! No-one!!
He stares at the last remaining guardsman.
Are you a killer, Kulko? Why? Why would you do it?
He turns to the Spices Trader.
And LightFang! You're not a trader... Seeking contraband, you say. Another lie, is it? Trying to steal our precious wares, are you?!
Finally, he points to the Art Trader
BananaLee... You said they were innocent! Lies!!
You must know the truth... Tell us! Tell us now!!!
He sits down suddenly, and starts rocking to-and-fro, murmuring nonsense to himself.
(OOC: I'm going away for a few days, and I don't know if I'll have much - if any - time to come online. If you really need to talk to me, then send a PM, and I'll do my best to respond.)
Are you all liars, thieves, murderers!? There's no-one to trust here! No-one!!
He stares at the last remaining guardsman.
Are you a killer, Kulko? Why? Why would you do it?
He turns to the Spices Trader.
And LightFang! You're not a trader... Seeking contraband, you say. Another lie, is it? Trying to steal our precious wares, are you?!
Finally, he points to the Art Trader
BananaLee... You said they were innocent! Lies!!
You must know the truth... Tell us! Tell us now!!!
He sits down suddenly, and starts rocking to-and-fro, murmuring nonsense to himself.
(OOC: I'm going away for a few days, and I don't know if I'll have much - if any - time to come online. If you really need to talk to me, then send a PM, and I'll do my best to respond.)
