NOTW XXIII: The War Party. Game Thread.

[Niklas]

The young cook's eyes dart back and forth among those gathered for breakfast. Not that many seem to want anything at all for breakfast this morning. He seems more than a little disturbed at the events, nervous and edgy to the brink of paranoia. He keeps talking while going through the morning cooking routines, seemingly talking mostly to himself, though loud enough for anyone to hear him if they listen.

All I'm saying is we came here for the peace, that's what we did, yeah. And Renata, she may have been all stingy and picky with the food and all, but she did know peace, she did. Eh, I mean, no, I don't mean that she found peace here, know what I'm saying? I'm saying she knew peace, like, what it takes and all that. She'd been in it before. Peace, I mean. All I'm saying is that someone didn't come here for that peace she came for, that's for sure....

 

[Catharsis]

{OOC: Wait, it's morning? Ha, I skipped over the second post so I thought it was still yesterday evening. }

The Sheaim representative pauses mid-swig, and takes a look at the lightening sky, then back at his flask.

bit early for this... isn't it?

He recorks the flask, but it wails in protest and froths angrily, expelling the cork with a loud pop and propelling it several feet towards a nearby tree, where it strikes one of a line of sparrows. The bird topples into its neighbour, and soon every sparrow has fallen to this awful-yet-somewhat-amusing domino effect. Each one tumbles from its perch, hits the ground and dies.

...

...oh why does that keep happening.

He shrugs in frustration, and continues to drink.

 

[CCRunner]

"Hey now, what's all the commo-" suddenly he stops mid word as his elven eyes fall upon the murdered girl.

"The beasts who did this will pay. My sword will see to that."

 

[The Lemon]

This is madness!
What a terrible death indeed and whoever this assassin is shall pay in name of all of the Lanun!I say this for only blood washes blood. We will all miss Renata.
stee cry's

OOC: I'm setting up someone perfectly for the next line with the "this is madness."

THIS . . . IS . . . SPARTA! (Translation: This is an outrage and must be taken care of immediately!)

 

[Tasslehoff]

Whoever the assassin is, he is nothing but a fool.

The actions of rogues only serve to unite us and our nations in the forging of an lasting peace.

 

[Icekommander]

Truely a great person has died. I had... hope. *Looks at the Ljosalfar delagation* Truely we have traitors in our midst. None may be trusted, but the question must be asked, who can benifit most from this? I know I wish what happened to my village on no more poor innocent souls.

 

[TheForestAuro]

Truely a great person has died. I had... hope. *Looks at the Ljosalfar delagation* Truely we have traitors in our midst. None may be trusted, but the question must be asked, who can benifit most from this? I know I wish what happened to my village on no more poor innocent souls.

"Truely this is divisive talk. This old elf thinks that it is unwise of youth to speak so hastily. I have come to safeguard this peace process, as I have been charged."

The elf narrowed his eyes at the Guide.

"You would do well to keep to your charge, boy, and Guide us. The path to peace is open."

 

[The13thRonin]

"Truely this is divisive talk. This old elf thinks that it is unwise of youth to speak so hastily. I have come to safeguard this peace process, as I have been charged."

The elf narrowed his eyes at the Guide.

"You would do well to keep to your charge, boy, and Guide us. The path to peace is open."

The Noblewoman smiles.

I'm not sure how they do things where you come from Old Warrior TheForestAuro but lets try to refrain from threatening the mediators shall we?

Not that your kind has ever had any misgivings about killing innocents. But let us put all that unpleasantness behind us and move toward a productive and lasting peace.

 

[TheForestAuro]

Stoically, he stood tall, pressing the spear into the ground with a quiet, inner strength.

"I have threatened nobody. It is clear that the assassin seeks to create this division that is spreading, and so I will be the first, then, to speak loudly."

With a swift and bold movement, he drew the spear from the earth and held it horizontally in front of him. Old arms, scarred in too many places to count, bulged and strained, and the spear splintered at the half, snapping in twain with a resounding crack.

"If a battle between is what the assassin has planned, I would rather die than fight my brothers - and sisters - in combat. We are all brethren here, and any chastising remarks from my mouth come from years of experience."

Tossing the spearhead to the ground, he took the bladeless portion of his former weapon and positioned it as a makeshift walking stick, leaning once more.

"Please. We must forget the boundaries of our past to create one elven future."

 

[KingMorgan]

If Rentas death is not to be in vain then all haste must be used to forge a lasting peace for the benefit for all our children.

 

[Diamondeye]

The siege engineer moves towards the young cook.

"In fact, I could use some breakfast. Traditional svartalfar war rations, if you don't mind. I've grown used to them." He pauses for a second before adding: "And I know what you mean, Renata was a cunning diplomat. Rest assured that her death will not be in vain, boy."

 

[Izipo]

Oh my, what a waste.
Renata was a gifted diplomat, many things we still had to learn with her.

But this makes another incentive to bring out a peaceful conclusion to this mess. If some evil people think it's worthy to kill to wreck the peace talks, we should work even harder to prove them wrong.

turns back and heads for the cooks tent.

Now my young lad, can I get a full Elohim breakfast around here ? Scrambled eggs with bacon and elohim toast please.

 

[The13thRonin]

The Noblewoman frowns.

Peace must be earned. If we are to forge a lasting peace it will not be wrought of words. We must be willing to take up the spears and the bows of our ancestors in defiance of those bearing down upon our dreams for the future generations...

Do not be fools. War has come to this peace conference. The drums beat a death march and those who do not hear them will die on their knees. It is not the time for promises and dreams and peace. For the words of our peace will be lost on the lips of the dead or written in the blood of our enemies. Freedom is at hand, freedom from the shackles of our past and our present...

Now is the time for action.

 

[Renata]

GM comment: Just a gentle reminder to a few that role-playing the possession of an item (such as a weapon, ahem) that doesn't actually show up on your "item" list could have unintended consequences. For instance, it just may be the case that some players are aware that the now-dead guards at the now-gone bridge were supposed to confiscate all such things ...

 

[The13thRonin]

OOC: All this talk of peace makes me want to throw up... Can't we just man up to the fact that lynching will be done... Wolves will be hunted and in general the proverbial feces are going to hit the proverbial fan and explode...

 

[Catharsis]

The Sheaim turns to face the Noblewoman, nodding his head in recognition of her status.

i do not think anyone here speaks of appeasement, good lady. but seeing as how this is a peace conference, it is only natural that this unforeseen event should... strengthen these delegations' resolve for its achievement.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Yes, My lady, Justice will be metted out to those who are deserving. And, as such, peace will be found.

Among the mediator party, was there one who was meant to take over on the eventuality of Renata's death? I cannot beleive there would be no other. But, even if there is none, I will meet with my Ljosalfar confederates to negociate.

 

[Stuck in Pi]

The young guard stands from his place, clearly shaken by what has transpired.

What a tragedy. We must quickly kill those who have caused this, to allow a successful peace to be forged. I hope that my Ljosalfar and the honorable Svartalfar will be able to form a lasting peace, so we can all return home.

The guard has turned towards the Sheaim representative, who has caused some minor chaos with his "wine".

Please sir, could you possibly spare a drink of that? I'm absolutely parched.

 

[Love]

The archer is sitting on a rock and is eating elven bread. Slowly talking to himself. Fiddling with his fingers and nervously stomping his foot in a slow tempo.

 

[Winston Hughes]

The Historian is looking intently at the others as they speak, trying to memorise their exact words.

'Peace must be earned' - that's a good line, Lady Ronin. I might even make it a chapter heading in my book...

His shoulders drop a little, and he shakes his head.

Oh, listen to me... Thinking about how things will look on paper, while the Mediator lies dead and the peace talks hang in the balance. Not to mention that we've got a killer in our midst.

*Sigh* I thought I'd enjoy studying events first-hand. But this isn't the time for dispassionate analysis. History is here to be made, and we must act decisively to ensure that peace is the outcome.