NoTW XIX: The Song of the Nightingale - Game Thread

The only proof of my innocence that I have are my private discussions with Izipo and Kol. 7.

OOC: Tyvm!
 
Just a warning: The post may be late tonight. However, if you are curious and wait up, it'll come.
 
The only proof of my innocence that I have are my private discussions with Izipo and Kol. 7.

OOC: Tyvm!

What private discussions would that be? Certainly nothing to convince me of your innocence. I remember you told me about Tolis's ''glove'', yet now he's dead there is no glove! You're messing us around and that's for sure. Qoou.
 
I have not been a part of many of these discussions, would someone please clarify things for me?
 
OOC

@SiPi : It's a long story...

About qoou : I'm starting to get really uncomfortable about the whole deal. Remember that he did volunteer to resurrect Niklas... On the other hand, where is that damn glove you mentioned ? So, unless we're talking about an extremely late infection, there is definitely something weird here.
I just hope we're not doing a mistake, that's all.
 
What private discussions would that be? Certainly nothing to convince me of your innocence. I remember you told me about Tolis's ''glove'', yet now he's dead there is no glove! You're messing us around and that's for sure.

I swear he had the glove that night. This means that it was either stolen or traded...
 
(OOC @ Pinman: Late-night updates are discriminatory against those of us who go to bed early. Tsk, tsk. :p )
 
About qoou : I'm starting to get really uncomfortable about the whole deal. Remember that he did volunteer to resurrect Niklas... On the other hand, where is that damn glove you mentioned ? So, unless we're talking about an extremely late infection, there is definitely something weird here.

The glove is real, though I wonder how he knew about it. The fact that it was stolen from Tolis still upsets me and makes me leery of where I placed my trust.

I just hope we're not doing a mistake, that's all.

Agreed. If qoou isn't the wolf and is merely evil, then either all the wolves are dead or we missed one. If they are all dead, then destroying this cursed orb is the only thing left to do. If there is another wolf, then we are screwed.
 
Well, the window of opportunity to destroy the orb is gone (no more blacksmith...), so really, this is it, the final vote to decide all of our fates.

crosses fingers and keeps her eyes closed.
 
Well, the window of opportunity to destroy the orb is gone (no more blacksmith...), so really, this is it, the final vote to decide all of our fates.

crosses fingers and keeps her eyes closed.

Why not simply revive the blacksmith?
 
Evening 9

The day’s execution vote came to a close without much suspense, It was apparent fairly early on that qoou wavewalker was going to die. He went up in front of the people protesting his innocence, but his appeals fell on deaf ears. The captain drew back the execution ace, and with one stroke chopped off his head.
Spoiler :


The Supplymaster, qoou, was innocent.

It was over, the innocents last card was in play. They had failed to kill all of their enemies before the time limit, and baring a miracle, it appeared that they would all die the following morning.

Only one night to savor, but some would not go to sleep. There was still work to do.

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Voting Tally:

Kol.7 Riverking Qoou
Niklas Wavewalker Qoou
Izipo Wavewalker Qoou
qoou Wavewalker
Methos Oceandweller Qoou
Frozen in Ice Hammerfist
Tolis Ironsmith
Renata Plainsrider Qoou

Stuck in Pi Silver-rider


Accusations

qoou: 5

OOC: Rest assured for this pathetically small and unoriginal post comes with a promise. There shall only be long posts from now until the end.
 
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End of Day 9.
 
Look forward to a rather large post tonight after my exam today.
 
Night 9


The darkness of the black sky covered the island, and seemed to consume everything on it. Perhaps it resembled the bleak prospects of those who remained; perhaps it was reflective of those who died. None knew, and with the fate of the Nightingale and all men to be determined this night, none cared. Electricity seemed to ring through the air on the beach. What had begun on that fateful day nine mornings ago would be finished, for better or for ill tonight.

Alone in his cabin, Kol.7 Riverking paced around nervously. Finally, when all was dark and he was positive that none could see him should he venture outside, he drew out one item from under his makeshift bed. After some hesitation, he took out a second.

Methos Oceandweller stood vigil over the orb he had been assigned to guard days ago. With a slight sight he pronounced:

“Frozen in Ice”

The orb whose name “Nightingale” was engraved on its side did not respond, but Methos seemed to have expected nothing. With a sigh, he turned towards his tent’s opening to see Kol.7 standing there.

“Did you bring it?” asked the cartographer.

“Its right here” replied the heir who proceeded to withdraw a small silver knife from under his belt.

After a pause and with resignation in his voice Methos responded:

“Lets do it Kol”.

Taking the knife from the captain, Methos held it in his quivering hand for a moment, before aligning it with the orb and stabbing into its depths.

The world turned white from the blinding power of the light.

Meanwhile…..

Renata Plainsdweller walked slowly through the cool night air.The blackness was liberating to him, for here he was the master.

Acting on a whim, he transformed into his true form, sprouting a tail and fur along his petit torso. He felt power radiate from within as he resumed the body of a werewolf.

Walking towards the tent of his chosen victim, he pondered how all this had come to be. How one day Captain Pinman had called him into his cabin and using the powers of the Ashen Veil transformed him into a werewolf.

It was amazing to him how with just a little time he had grown to accept and enjoy the brutality of murder. How quick it was to change what somebody was capable of.

These thoughts were cut short by her arrival at the tent of his chosen target. With a small breath of anticipation, The Pious One entered the man’s tent.

Niklas Wavewalker was sitting on the floor gazing into space. Hearing something emerge from the night, he turned and calmly regarded the werewolf in his midst.

“Hello Renata, I thought that I might be seeing you tonight” remarked The First Mate.

“You knew?” rasped the werewolf in his snarling voice.

“Your framing of qoou was magnificent, and had we been just one night late, you would have won. Tonight I fear that you are in the wrong place, my fellow prisoner of Captain Pinman”

Renata growled a sound that would have struck fear into the heart of most men.

“You know nothing Niklas, you rejected the power that evil offered you, and now you will pay the price”

Without further ado, the werewolf dashed across the room, and ripped open the First Mate’s throat.

“Let that be known as the price of honor”, sneered Renata, and he turned to leave the tent. That’s when the explosion rocked the air.

Meanwhile…..


Under the cover of the shadowy moon, another roamed the island freely. The Engineer, Frozen in Ice Hammerfist, had decided that tonight she would finally make her move. It was time to leave this desolate rock forevermore.

She waited at the rendezvous point for a good twenty minutes but nobody showed up. Two invitations had been issued, but neither got a response. Shrugging, the last dwarf pushed her raft into the cool ocean water and cast off. Neither Kol.7 nor Niklas would be accompanying her that night.

It was a few minutes out to sea that she saw the explosion, and thanked all of the gods she had never thought to believe in that she wasn’t on the island.

Meanwhile…..

As was her custom, Stuck in Pi Silverrider used the beautiful solace of the night to gaze up into the stars. They were her rocks, with their brilliant and ever- changing nature. Looking up into the skies that night had brought her an answer as it always did. Kol.7 Riverking was not one of the religious zealots that she so despised.

With her work done, she turned to go to bed when she heard the explosion.

Meanwhile…..


Only Izipo Wavewalker was asleep that night, and even the sleepy healer was awoken by the ferocious bang that pierced the night.


Meanwhile…..

Methos and Kol felt power course through their bodies as a white vibrant light erupted from the orb.

“Kol, we’ve got to get out of here! This thing is going to explode!”

The two ran with all of their might out of the tent, they just dived out of the way from the whole apparatus exploded. Brilliant streaks of fire sailed into the night sky breaking into the blackness of the night sky.

Although somewhat disoriented by the blast, Kol noticed something immediately. The Song of the Nightingale had stopped. After everything that had happened, the orb had been destroyed.

Methos, although slightly singed from the fire, steadied himself up and pulled his friend off the ground.

“We did it eh Captain? The Infernals aren’t going to come, we are saved. That blasted orb was bringing them, and now that its gone, the danger is over. Why look! Even the sky has lost its reddish tinge.”

Kol nodded, and turned to gaze up towards the sky when he heard another blast and watched his friend get thrown to the ground unconscious. When he flipped around, he saw Pinman raise his hand towards Methos.

“No father! Don’t kill him!”, screamed Kol as he jumped in front of the cartographer.

“He is not your friend, and killing him will tie up another loose end. Don’t you realize that all my sacrifices could bare fruit? We could salvage-“

“Father, what have you done? Aren’t you a human being? Don’t you have a soul? You aren’t even an animal! Even they are not merciless butchers while you are responsible for the deaths of 20 men!”

The fire in Pinman’s eyes subsides somewhat as he gazes at his son whose rage is evident on his face.

“Don’t you understand that I did it for you? For your future? The Nightingale was broke, we had no money- nothing! We would have lost the ship, lost everything!

I created those werewolves in an attempt to give us a new start. We would kill all the crew and passengers, take their possessions, and we would have something again. You me and your…mother.”

“but then Niklas intervened…” whispered Kol softly.

“Yah that fool had to go where he didn’t belong and ruin everything! I tried to control him, but ultimately he was a tough bugger and he overpowered me. I remember clearly my ‘last words’- “How? You are bound!”-. Still, he could not know about the Nightingale, a... relic that I possessed. I used it to control the wolves that I had created and linked them to it. With a little bit of effort, I was able to seal myself up within it to await its destruction.”

Pinman glanced at the silver knife.

“Yes, it does have a strange affinity for silver doesn’t it? Now can we stop all this foolishness? We have to kill the others and finish off my plan. “

“You still don’t see it!?! It doesn’t excuse it that you did it for the family! There is something greater than that!” screamed Kol in frustration.

Pinman grew deathly pale and began to shake with rage or shock or even perhaps fear.

“Then die Kol! I forsake you!”

With that, the former captain withdrew a knife from his belt and stabbed Kol in the chest.

“You are no son of mine!”

Having burned the final bridge in his family, Pinman grabbed Kol’s gold before walking away from him. He did not glance back towards his son, who lay bleeding onto the sand.

Meanwhile…..


Renata hurried quickly back into his tent. Huffing and puffing, he slipped back into human form and prepared himself to meet the others heading towards the explosion. He was just readying himself to leave when he heard the voice.

“Hello Renata.” Said Captain Pinman.

“Master”, said Renata in a whisper, “You are back!”

“Yes I am, now lets finish what we started those many nights ago. They are confused, lets kill them together. “

“”Of course” hastened Renata. “Although suddenly I feel weak, I think something is-“

Suddenly Renata collapsed onto the floor, and began twitching as blood erupted from her mouth and nose. Pinman rushed to her side, but he was too late. The last wolf was dead.

“DAMMIT!” howled Pinman in fury. He kicked Renata’s body out of the way and proceeded to search his tent for the statue he needed. Someday, he would be back.

When Stuck in Pi later came to check on her fellow Hippus woman, she found the poisoned Renata dead but there was no sign of Captain Pinman.

Meanwhile…..

Izipo Wavewalker ran quickly towards the scene of the explosion. Funnily enough, she uncovered within her evil self a desire to help the wounded. She ran towards Methos who was slowly pulling himself off the ground in confusion.

“Don’t worry about me! Get Kol- he is in danger!” insisted Methos. “Go!”

Izipo ran further down the beach towards the flaming tent and spotted Kol lying bleeding in the sand. Quickly withdrawing some medical supplies she began to treat him as best as she could.

“You are going to be alright now Kol! Stay with me!”


“My Father…” muttered the captain.


“What Kol? What about your father?” replied the healer distractedly. “I need some help over here!”


“My father….. we have to….

….kill him”.



So ends the Song of the Nightingale in an INNOCENT VICTORY! It will be continued in NoTW XX: Pursuit of Havoc and the Five Pointed Pentagon. I hereby open up the thread to all people to discuss the game, and I will be posting objectives and starting PMs asap. I hope you enjoyed the game! :goodjob:


"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war"
-Mark Antony
 
blarg i am ded

:p

That was a most interesting game. I'm sorry to see our plan unravel so close to the end. And Kol.7, really, thanks for not trusting me and taking my weapon and running off and winning the game. :p
 
I knew you were going to poison me! I just couldn't figure out any way to stop it. :D Out of curiosity, what would have happened if they hadn't? And what would have happened if I'd chosen Methos the last night instead of Niklas? I figured Kol.7 was a no-go -- too much defense. But I hoped maybe Kol.7 and Methos would distrust each other enough to hand the job off to a third party.

Awesome game, and congrats innocents!
 
Yes.

I was the counter to the poison. I could immunize anyone from poison. I was doing fine until I got to Tasslehoff. Then, I died.
 
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