NoTW XIX: The Song of the Nightingale - Game Thread

So my mistake count is now up to one.

Rowen is one of the Silver-riders, not a Plainsrider. Unfortunately, some of you have been doing some grieving for nothing. The first post has been corrected.

Sorry about that.
 
OOC: *headdesk* Let's just forget I said anything today then, ok? My character will still be an obnoxious, self-important little prick whose only redeeming quality is his devout loyalty to a God who probably finds him amusing at best (but his parents adore him) ... BUT just about everything I had him say is now irrelevant. I'll start over later. Or tomorrow.
 
{ Some people really ought to read the setup - in particular that the vote for captain is for Lanun only. I count to something like 5 non-Lanun votes so far. You dwarves and horses can care for yours and we'll handle the ship. :p }
 
{@Methos- it would be nice if you CC me the important PMs that you send}
 
Accusations are open.

Please note that the day will end 48 hours from now and the midday post will be up 24 hours from now.
 
Ms. Izipo Wavewalker walks to the bridge all clad in black. Beneath the veil she's wearing, piercing blue eyes can be seen. After quickly scanning the crowd, she fixes them on the new Captain and his mother who are standing close together.

I present you with my sincere condolence in these difficult times. If you need anything, even a compassionate ear, do not hesitate a minute.
It is most natural that you Kol.7 should be the new captain and that the deceased's wife receives the amulet as a keepsake.
I have a question, though. If you are the Captain of this ship, who is steering it ?

Turning to face the other families, she also pays her respects in turn to the Hammerfists and Silverriders.

Once finished she slowly goes back towards her husband, while putting back the veil in place and discreetly wiping a tear from her face.
 
{OOC: Sorry for my continued absence, I just havn't been able to sit down and read this yet, I'm not sure if I feel like playing another NoTW yet, sorry guys. I'll have my decision by tonight}.
 
Ms. Stuck in Pi Silver-Rider suddenly realizes who dies. Her eyes open and close, and she drops to her knees.

"My goodness gracious! My poor son has fled this life! May he be blessed by the stars and Tali. But even now, forces move against us, and we must unite together, or die seperately."

She stands back up, walks about the ship, and proceeds to lose her breakfast over the side. She then walks down to a nearby bench and sits.
 
Now, I am going to say one thing:

Do not cross the racial boundary whatsoever. We must think of all as living beings, not Hippus and Dwarf and Lanun.

Now, I must silently grieve.
 
Silently grieve! Does no one here have any brains? These deaths were no accidental tragedies, they were deliberate murder, committed by one or more of the people on this very ship! Tali laughs at the slow-witted and the indecisive, and you can be sure he is laughing at us. I will heed my parents' wise counsel, and will not throw out any (OOC: more) wild accusations for now. But you can be sure that if no one else here has the courage to do what needs to be done in the coming hours, I will!
 
OOC: Oh, and gandhi_rules, I'm pretty sure the amulet voting wasn't meant to extend past the first 24 hours. So we're even on the corrections, if I'm right about that. :) In any case, I didn't vote for you to get it; I voted for Backwards Logic.
 
Bah!!

Kilmorph will save her faithful!

Tali's nothing but hancy and hot air! we need something strong and solid, not tricksy and fickle.

I will trust in Kilmorph and my Hammers! The Nightengale for the Dwarves!

I distrust that D'artagnan Silver Riders... Ful of False wisdom, he is! "be friends," he says! "Trust each other!" who better to poison my sister than a Pirate? or be versed in Agarien Lore than a well traveled mercenary!

We dwarves know better than that! Trying to exploit us for your own good, eh? The Dwarves for the Dwarves...
 
The captain's son emerges from a nearby cabin. He is a little over 6" tall and slimly built. His hair brown and at about shoulder length. His usually piercing green eyes look tired now. He may have been crying, although it is difficult to tell. In his hand he clutches a half empty bottle of Rum.

If a Lanun wanted to kill a man aboard his ship he'd throw 'im to the sharks not poison him. I think you's lot with no real idea about the situation should just keep stumped. Ye' don't know us. To you we're just a bunch of low-life pirates. But we're not! Its men like that who give's the Lanun a bad name. I will not have your lies spread aboard my ship! I tell you, just as soon as we get to land the lot o' you's are off! And I don't give a damn where that is! There are better ways to get money then ferrying landlubbers around! There must be!

He seems to gather himself, finishing his bottle

Now. If you'll excuse me. I have a ship to steer.
 
D'Artagnan Silverrider comes to the ship. He looks in about his mid-fifties to early sixties. He stands about 6'4, and has a cane.

You say I poisoned your daughter because I am Hippus. Not all Hippuses are mercenaries. Some are peaceful people.

thomas.berubeg Hammerfist, you have poisoned my son. You will never get away with it. It's also suspicious that you're calling Adriana your daughter when you are her brother.

All for one and one for all. Now, I'm getting seasick. As bad as seeing myself surrounded by water, I must or it will be a much worse voyage for you all.
 
Regret I that such misfortune has fallen on this family. That we were stupid enough to trust our lives to this hastily assembled collection of floating driftwood. What sort of shoddy craftsmanship is that a mast can be destroyed so easily. This craft was clearly not built by skilled dwarven hands, no.

Grieve we must, but now is not the time. The time has come to stir this pot of evil thoughts and deeds and observe what morsels rise from the bottom of the kettle.
 
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