NoTW XIX: The Song of the Nightingale - Game Thread
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Morning 5
A fresh cool island breeze awoke the remaining Nightingalers the next morning. No signs of the previous day's storm were in evidence, and the natural features of the island appeared quite calm, even if its new inhabitants were far from it.
Pinman's words the previous night had unsettled everybody, and led to the impression that their former Captain was far from the innocent they had all believed him to be. In fact, many people were slowly coming to the realization that he may have been the cause of their current misfortune.
One person however, no longer needed to be concerned with such things. He had been found a short distance away from his makeshift tent, created the night before using wood from the island's forest, and his body looked peaceful, although somewhat torn to pieces. The loss of such a great man would have led to a time of great sorrow from his people in normal times, but as for now only the following facts seemed to concern anybody.
Indeed, the survivors seemed far more concerned with descifering the mystery of Captain Pinman's words the previous night. To that end, and with small protest from Kol.7 Riverking, it was suggested by Methos Oceandweller and StuckinPi Silverrider that his former possessions should be searched. These had been considered too trivial to vote on and were given to his son, the current captain.
Under the watchful eyes of the other castaways, the two browsed through various memorobilia that Pinman had left to his family. It was while searching through a large box that the captain had used to store his stuff that they discovered something. There was a large enclosed space between the area visible from the opened crate and the bottom. They felt inside for a few more moments before finally discovering the switch. That’s when Captain Pinman's secret was revealed at long last.
The crate's bottom opened spilling out several large volumes as well as assorted potions and some especially vile objects whose uses the survivors could only guess at. It was the volumes however that proved it. Including “The Top ten ways to be the world's greatest priest of the Ashen Veil" and "Evil for Dummies"; They ended a debate that had started only last night. Captain Pinman had been a member of the Ashen Veil.
"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"
Fire filled the air, as an explosion suddenly erupted from the crate containing old Pinny's possessions. Most of the survivors were able to duck away fast enough but a few were not so lucky. Both Stuck in Pi and Methos had been caught right next to the booby-trapped box and they could not possibly have reacted in time. When the smoke cleared the damage was horrific.
Stuck in Pi's right leg had been torn completely off by the blast, and Methos' left arm was bleeding profusely. They were quickly whisked away by several of the sailors, and it appeared that they would live, albeit scarred for life.
The shocking morning seemed to bode for an exciting day, and even the Song of the Nigthingale had a slightly elevated pitch. Important events were coming, it seemed to say.
Important events were coming.
OOC: {The people whose limbs wer removed were chosen somewhat at random, and it has no bearing on innocence or guilt}
This day shall last 48 hours with the midday post coming in 24.
Accusations should be in Black.
Supports should be in Green.
A fresh cool island breeze awoke the remaining Nightingalers the next morning. No signs of the previous day's storm were in evidence, and the natural features of the island appeared quite calm, even if its new inhabitants were far from it.
Pinman's words the previous night had unsettled everybody, and led to the impression that their former Captain was far from the innocent they had all believed him to be. In fact, many people were slowly coming to the realization that he may have been the cause of their current misfortune.
One person however, no longer needed to be concerned with such things. He had been found a short distance away from his makeshift tent, created the night before using wood from the island's forest, and his body looked peaceful, although somewhat torn to pieces. The loss of such a great man would have led to a time of great sorrow from his people in normal times, but as for now only the following facts seemed to concern anybody.
Spoiler :
Indeed, the survivors seemed far more concerned with descifering the mystery of Captain Pinman's words the previous night. To that end, and with small protest from Kol.7 Riverking, it was suggested by Methos Oceandweller and StuckinPi Silverrider that his former possessions should be searched. These had been considered too trivial to vote on and were given to his son, the current captain.
Under the watchful eyes of the other castaways, the two browsed through various memorobilia that Pinman had left to his family. It was while searching through a large box that the captain had used to store his stuff that they discovered something. There was a large enclosed space between the area visible from the opened crate and the bottom. They felt inside for a few more moments before finally discovering the switch. That’s when Captain Pinman's secret was revealed at long last.
The crate's bottom opened spilling out several large volumes as well as assorted potions and some especially vile objects whose uses the survivors could only guess at. It was the volumes however that proved it. Including “The Top ten ways to be the world's greatest priest of the Ashen Veil" and "Evil for Dummies"; They ended a debate that had started only last night. Captain Pinman had been a member of the Ashen Veil.
"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"
Fire filled the air, as an explosion suddenly erupted from the crate containing old Pinny's possessions. Most of the survivors were able to duck away fast enough but a few were not so lucky. Both Stuck in Pi and Methos had been caught right next to the booby-trapped box and they could not possibly have reacted in time. When the smoke cleared the damage was horrific.
Stuck in Pi's right leg had been torn completely off by the blast, and Methos' left arm was bleeding profusely. They were quickly whisked away by several of the sailors, and it appeared that they would live, albeit scarred for life.
The shocking morning seemed to bode for an exciting day, and even the Song of the Nigthingale had a slightly elevated pitch. Important events were coming, it seemed to say.
Important events were coming.
OOC: {The people whose limbs wer removed were chosen somewhat at random, and it has no bearing on innocence or guilt}
This day shall last 48 hours with the midday post coming in 24.
Accusations should be in Black.
Supports should be in Green.
Stuck in Pi
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"Son of a... "
"Someone get me something to cover this with."
"Someone get me something to cover this with."
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
EDIT: Dammit, it looks like I've been killed.
Ekolite
Deity
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It seems so.... The bastard! And now Lightfang I want to tell me your exact relationship with the former captain. You told me that the two of you were up to something before, at the time I assumed it was something petty and money-related, I knew my father was going through financial problems. However, now the truth has been unveiled, perhaps there is something more. If you do not feel comfortable speaking about it in front of these people then feel free to come to my tent in private. Until you are truthful with me though, I accuse Lightfang for being up to something evil with my dear father, I encourage others to vote for him also, to put the pressure on him until he admits the truth.
D'Artagnan59 had been going about telling people in private that there was hard evidence of Niklas' guilt. Now he is dead. I don't like such coincidences. Niklas is surely evil. To accuse anyone else today is nothing but a dangerous distraction. We don't have the time or the numbers to play games with mere suspicions.
Kol.7, I share your concerns about LightFang. But Pinman was your father. Any suspicion relating to him must surely apply to you as much as to LightFang. You are being disingenuous to suggest otherwise. I am not liking the wild swings between accusation and support that I am seeing from you with regards to him.
Kol.7, I share your concerns about LightFang. But Pinman was your father. Any suspicion relating to him must surely apply to you as much as to LightFang. You are being disingenuous to suggest otherwise. I am not liking the wild swings between accusation and support that I am seeing from you with regards to him.
Doing his best to staunch the flow of blood while seeking out a healer for the two of us. "Healer, we need a healer over here!". Glances down at Stuck in Pi while trying to help staunch the flow of blood for him too.
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
My father... dead. Mother! Let me help you!
The bodyguard stands up and calms the masses with his piercing gaze. He then begins.
What is the truth, son of the captain? The truth is, I will not begrudge this accusation of yours. I have sworn to the captain that I would protect you; that is something that will not change, unless you display to me decidedly evil traits. But I do not think so. Evil need not pass down from one generation to another. I believe you to be good.
I do not believe our beloved captain was always an Ashen Veil cultist. When he first picked me off of the streets, there was an essential goodness about him. Only a good man could have picked a nobody to serve him, and only a good man would have allowed me, a man lacking in manners and grace and even formal training, rise up and become his bodyguard.
The Nightingale was a beautiful ship. And the captain told me that it had lost its glory: he would do anything to regain it. And I thought that it was just a figure of speech. I will admit: I was probably blinded with my love for the captain.
Did I notice the captain change any? Sure. I thought at the time it was just stress. But now that I know he's an Ashen Veil...was an Ashen Veil member...I think then that the signs, though not perchance, obvious, perhaps were there, to any who suspected him. But how did you expect me to catch it when you yourself did not? I am sure others in here would excuse you, Kol.7, of hiding your own father's status. They will say that you have his blood, that you yourself will be predisposed to such behavior.
He stops, then thinks of something and says it.
I shan't accuse anyone in the moment; the only thing I am certain of right now is my own innocence.
He then sits down again, visibly stressed at the implications of Pinman's status.
What is the truth, son of the captain? The truth is, I will not begrudge this accusation of yours. I have sworn to the captain that I would protect you; that is something that will not change, unless you display to me decidedly evil traits. But I do not think so. Evil need not pass down from one generation to another. I believe you to be good.
I do not believe our beloved captain was always an Ashen Veil cultist. When he first picked me off of the streets, there was an essential goodness about him. Only a good man could have picked a nobody to serve him, and only a good man would have allowed me, a man lacking in manners and grace and even formal training, rise up and become his bodyguard.
The Nightingale was a beautiful ship. And the captain told me that it had lost its glory: he would do anything to regain it. And I thought that it was just a figure of speech. I will admit: I was probably blinded with my love for the captain.
Did I notice the captain change any? Sure. I thought at the time it was just stress. But now that I know he's an Ashen Veil...was an Ashen Veil member...I think then that the signs, though not perchance, obvious, perhaps were there, to any who suspected him. But how did you expect me to catch it when you yourself did not? I am sure others in here would excuse you, Kol.7, of hiding your own father's status. They will say that you have his blood, that you yourself will be predisposed to such behavior.
He stops, then thinks of something and says it.
I shan't accuse anyone in the moment; the only thing I am certain of right now is my own innocence.
He then sits down again, visibly stressed at the implications of Pinman's status.
Tasslehoff
Kender
No. There are far too many coincidences concerning Niklas for his innocence. I admit that my previous votes against him was more of a personal vendetta, with mostly logic, little evidence. Yesterday, I'm sure some of you received messages from D'Artagnan, and perhaps others, claiming that there was evidence of Niklas' guilt. But now, the death of D'Artagnan, who had been the second to vote in the lynch votes against Niklas seems to reinforce Niklas' guilt. Two days ago, Niklas survived by bandwagoning on an innocent. Yesterday, he used some mysterious power to escape death. But today, he shall escape no longer.
Niklas, you have escaped death for too long.
Niklas, you have escaped death for too long.
The young shaman-in-training crouches down beside Methos and Stuck in Pi. With him is a cloth satchel. From it he pulls an assortment of mysterious items of different sizes, all wrapped carefully in linen. He begins to unroll them all. Soon he is surrounded by a pile of various bundles of herbs, jars of pungent pastes, brilliant feathers, and colored stones. He pushes them all to the side and takes up the strips of linen. With them he fashions a crude tourniquet for Stuck In Pi's leg and a bandage for Methos' arm. He mutters angrily as he works.
One vote for LightFang, one vote in support. Sums up to zero. Worse than useless, the pair of them. If I didn't know better, I might almost think they were trying to orchestrate a distraction.
The sarcasm in his voice is obvious. He finishes his ministrations and sweeps his various gewgaws back into the satchel.
You two still need a true healer, if there is one to be found.
He stomps off along the beach (as well as one can stomp in heavy sand, anyway), trailing a string of "bloody idiots"es and "we're all doomed"s as he goes.
(OOC: The satchel and stuff aren't actual "items", just roleplaying.)
One vote for LightFang, one vote in support. Sums up to zero. Worse than useless, the pair of them. If I didn't know better, I might almost think they were trying to orchestrate a distraction.
The sarcasm in his voice is obvious. He finishes his ministrations and sweeps his various gewgaws back into the satchel.
You two still need a true healer, if there is one to be found.
He stomps off along the beach (as well as one can stomp in heavy sand, anyway), trailing a string of "bloody idiots"es and "we're all doomed"s as he goes.
(OOC: The satchel and stuff aren't actual "items", just roleplaying.)
Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
Good thinking there Renata, you probably saved both of their lives.
I'm really worried about the blood loss. Look how pale they both are.
Focusing her attention on Stuck in Pi, she brings out a leather bag from her robe.
I need a basin of hot water, quick.
While taking out various items from her bag and laying them between her and the stricken SiPi, she's calmly singing a soft chant in an unknown tongue, much like a prayer.
As soon as the basin of water is brought she starts to blend in various potions, powders and herbs. After a bit of mixing, a strong and sour smelling brown paste is produced of which she applies large patches on what remains of SiPi's leg, soon covering the whole stump. When she's done, and after testing that the paste has hardened, she removes the tourniquet in a quick gesture.
Must not leave them too long, those tourniquets, else you see your patients dying the slow death, because of the blood poisoning. But you did save his life.
Now, let me tend to poor Methos. And after I'm done, I'll think about what's going on.
I'm really worried about the blood loss. Look how pale they both are.
Focusing her attention on Stuck in Pi, she brings out a leather bag from her robe.
I need a basin of hot water, quick.
While taking out various items from her bag and laying them between her and the stricken SiPi, she's calmly singing a soft chant in an unknown tongue, much like a prayer.
As soon as the basin of water is brought she starts to blend in various potions, powders and herbs. After a bit of mixing, a strong and sour smelling brown paste is produced of which she applies large patches on what remains of SiPi's leg, soon covering the whole stump. When she's done, and after testing that the paste has hardened, she removes the tourniquet in a quick gesture.
Must not leave them too long, those tourniquets, else you see your patients dying the slow death, because of the blood poisoning. But you did save his life.
Now, let me tend to poor Methos. And after I'm done, I'll think about what's going on.
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
My mother... she will be okay, right?
Stuck in Pi
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Thank you for your aid. Now if someone can get me a board to lean on, I'll be much better.
