[RP Game] ALL THE SILVERSTEEL!

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[Just to clarify, it wasn't Ozy trying to kill Thes. It was the archaeologist and the blacksmith did indeed reinforce the house. Sorry, that probably could have been made clearer. Ozy interrupted me going to investigate only. Most people managed to get their vote in on time.. I've been waiting for a reply from dspn23 to clarify his vote because it made no sense to me but I've had no response. I'm putting him down as a 'No lynch' because he did pm but I'm at a loss about what it wanted.]
Queen Auraya set off early and took her time walking to the vote. She breathed in the heavily metallic air and listened to the muted thumps of the miners below. There had been too many people sitting on the sidelines and as happy as she had been to allow it, tragedy could only come from waiting too long. Her fellow villagers began to file in and cast their votes glumly. Many were inebriated and Auraya wished she too could succumb to intoxication. 

Lost in thought, it was only when Selos screamed and started attacking the wall did she realise everyone had been waiting for her to read the outcome. As the poor fellow was dragged away, Auraya stood and with her heart in her mouth, she began:

Mayflower: Thes
Moka: Thes
dspn23: No lynch
ElfLark: Thes
Ozymandius: Thes
Ithilwien: Thes
Halithore: ElfLark
Scorpiain: Bartok
Thes: ElfLark
Aral: ElfLark

At 5 votes to 3, Thes had been condemned by her peers and Auraya nodded to Kilotov. He raised his hammer and Thes died instantly from the blow. Auraya went over to her body and noted that they had killed an innocent. Appalled, her instinct was to pull away but she forced herself to shut the eyes of the dwarf she had considered a friend. As she asked for the pandagods to have mercy on Thes' soul, she noticed a bottle had fallen from Thes' jacket. Examining it, she realised it contained a heavy sleeping draught. It had been Thes who was spiking the drinks in the tavern.

Auraya had a lot to think about on her way home. She decided to stop off at Halithore's residence. He didn't answer when she knocked but the two were old friends so Aura went round the back and let herself into the kitchen. Halithore was laid on the floor, not breathing. His skin had the telling discolouration of mercury poisoning but also, he appeared to have been beaten to death by a fossil. The ammonite markings baffled Auraya. She couldn't understand why someone would go to the trouble of battering their victim having already delivered a fatal dose of poison.. 

Edited by Auraya - 14 Feb 2013 at 16:51

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Auraya Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster Joined: 17 Nov 2011 Status: Offline Points: 523	Posted: 14 Feb 2013 at 16:50
	[Just to clarify, it wasn't Ozy trying to kill Thes. It was the archaeologist and the blacksmith did indeed reinforce the house. Sorry, that probably could have been made clearer. Ozy interrupted me going to investigate only. Most people managed to get their vote in on time.. I've been waiting for a reply from dspn23 to clarify his vote because it made no sense to me but I've had no response. I'm putting him down as a 'No lynch' because he did pm but I'm at a loss about what it wanted.] Queen Auraya set off early and took her time walking to the vote. She breathed in the heavily metallic air and listened to the muted thumps of the miners below. There had been too many people sitting on the sidelines and as happy as she had been to allow it, tragedy could only come from waiting too long. Her fellow villagers began to file in and cast their votes glumly. Many were inebriated and Auraya wished she too could succumb to intoxication. Lost in thought, it was only when Selos screamed and started attacking the wall did she realise everyone had been waiting for her to read the outcome. As the poor fellow was dragged away, Auraya stood and with her heart in her mouth, she began: Mayflower: Thes Moka: Thes dspn23: No lynch ElfLark: Thes Ozymandius: Thes Ithilwien: Thes Halithore: ElfLark Scorpiain: Bartok Thes: ElfLark Aral: ElfLark At 5 votes to 3, Thes had been condemned by her peers and Auraya nodded to Kilotov. He raised his hammer and Thes died instantly from the blow. Auraya went over to her body and noted that they had killed an innocent. Appalled, her instinct was to pull away but she forced herself to shut the eyes of the dwarf she had considered a friend. As she asked for the pandagods to have mercy on Thes' soul, she noticed a bottle had fallen from Thes' jacket. Examining it, she realised it contained a heavy sleeping draught. It had been Thes who was spiking the drinks in the tavern. Auraya had a lot to think about on her way home. She decided to stop off at Halithore's residence. He didn't answer when she knocked but the two were old friends so Aura went round the back and let herself into the kitchen. Halithore was laid on the floor, not breathing. His skin had the telling discolouration of mercury poisoning but also, he appeared to have been beaten to death by a fossil. The ammonite markings baffled Auraya. She couldn't understand why someone would go to the trouble of battering their victim having already delivered a fatal dose of poison.. Edited by Auraya - 14 Feb 2013 at 16:51

ElfLark Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Greenhorn Joined: 18 Dec 2012 Location: Florida, US Status: Offline Points: 42	Posted: 12 Feb 2013 at 23:44
	"The troubles here must have been made known by all those who fled the town when the killing began. All trade has ceased and the whole town sits jumpy and glum. This place must be cursed!" Forraid had been out very little the whole day. People avoided looking at her, and she dreaded the thought of turning a corner and seeing that singer, or worse, Selos the Reanimated! Even a short hike to the high place could not cheer her, though she built a cairn--in memory of the old gods and to offer an abode for some helpful spirits of stone and earth. Being out of the narrow streets and smoky tavern were not much relief for the plucky dwarf. She tried to ferret out a thread of a lie in all that had gone on. But there was no key she could find to turn the lock of these events. Confusion aplenty and fear, yes, madness and perhaps magic, but none that she knew to have lied. That knowledge did not change her duty to respond to the queen's edict. She plodded home, mulling over each of the dwarves. She cared nothing for any of them, and there was nothing they could offer her since the precious reagent did not appear to be here after all. But there was none who inspired strong feelings. In fact, the longer the tragedy went on, the less annoying her fellows seemed. Most of them were now more pitiable--and drunk--than unlikable. Forraid resigned herself to drawing lots for her vote and hoped that it would fall to the votes of others to determine the name of the one to die! The way that everyone was avoiding her and refusing to meet her gaze, she hoped that it would not be her that laid lifeless in some mineshaft or under a rock come the morrow . . . or died at the hand of the queen's assassin!

Aral Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Forum Warrior Joined: 20 Sep 2012 Status: Offline Points: 205	Posted: 12 Feb 2013 at 21:24
	Duín woke up with a terrible ache in the back of his head. Perhaps I've been overdoing the mead, he thought. And indeed, when he thought of the past few days, he recalled things mainly from the alcohol-induced stupor of the very drunk. Groaning, he swung himself out of bed. Time to cast his vote... Edited by Aral - 12 Feb 2013 at 23:48
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Halithore Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Greenhorn Joined: 21 Dec 2012 Location: United Kingdom Status: Offline Points: 77	Posted: 12 Feb 2013 at 12:54
	Hali sat up in an all too familiar state, Head pounding and memories from the night before slowly pouring back into his head. He remembered sitting in the tavern later than usual trying to think of anything at all to base his vote off having vowed to not stay neutral any more. cautiously standing up he replayed the night, or what he could recall of it over and over trying to remember who he voted for. Slowly it crept back in to his mind that he had voted Forraid, sitting in the tavern she had cut a lonely figure and seemed to be more distrusting than he himself felt. It wasn't much to go on but with so little else he felt it better than nothing. He slowly got ready and decided to head to the tavern, still feeling slightly guilty at not having a better reason for his vote hoping to catch the Queen declare the votes. The thought of his vote possibly being the one to condemn Forraid sat uneasy with him but he decided there was nothing left to do for now but to go to the tavern and hope for the best.
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Ithilwien Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List New Poster Joined: 31 Dec 2012 Location: USA Status: Offline Points: 13	Posted: 11 Feb 2013 at 23:10
	After sitting thinking and rethinking things in her head it occurred to Ithilwien that the reason that Ozy was unsuccessful in his attempt to get into Thes home was that maybe the blacksmith had been there and not that the queen had interrupted him/it. Maybe she had made a mistake but what is done is done and if Thes is not a human hopefully others have a less narrow minded opinion and she is not lynched "I will not be able to live with myself if my mistake takes a dwarven life" she says under her breath as she walks out of the tavern to be alone with her thoughts [I am not good at these sort of games, sometimes the obvious doesn't occur to me! sorry sorry]

Thes Hunter Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Wordsmith Joined: 13 Jul 2012 Status: Offline Points: 129	Posted: 11 Feb 2013 at 21:31
	[Sometimes I don't have time to post during the day. So ya gotta be a bit patient before suggesting 'I'm being quiet. Also please remember none of the flavor text that Auraya places in the descriptions is supposed to be taken to mean anything other than what it is, flavor.] Thes didn't wake in the middle of the night to the horrid scratching outside her window, because she was passed out on the common room floor from too much drink. After hearing about the weirdness of the night before, she went home and put small bits of dried bat brains into a small dish, and set it out on the stoop, as one would for the neighborhood cat. Afterwards, on her way about the town, she hears Ithilwien accusations, and approaches. "You seem quick to accuse me... but have you any evidence? I too was interested to see both Bartok, and Selos point at me on the first vote, and thought it may be a sign as to who were the humans. But with Selo's passing and proving he was a real dwarf it is clear those votes were merely coincidence. I see Dspn 23 also found the same pattern, but came to a different conclusion than me. Even though Bartok continues his suspicions of me, I don't see him as being suspicious. However, it is interesting to note that no one died last night. Did the blacksmith come through on who the humans were targeting? Were the humans or the Archeologist too distracted to take action last night? Did the master of the house cancel either the Assassin or the Archeologist? I think tonight's actions will be very telling. I doubt the humans will target me, because it would be easier to fuel the fires of suspicions and get me lynched versus killing me when they could target another dwarf. So if the blacksmith is listening, do not waste your action protecting me, use whatever information you gleaned from the no kills last night to inform what action you should take. As for my vote for Moka, my dear friend has not been acting herself recently. I do not know if this is just a reaction to the stressful situation, or something more telling. Time will tell. However, for reasons of my own, I am starting to suspect Elflark. If for whatever reason I am lynched tonight (or otherwise killed) look to him for your answers. I believe he may have some. " With that soliloquy Thes wanders off, picking a random flower, herb or bug (and perhaps her nose) as she goes along. --- Edit for grammatical error Edited by Thes Hunter - 12 Feb 2013 at 16:29
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Ithilwien Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List New Poster Joined: 31 Dec 2012 Location: USA Status: Offline Points: 13	Posted: 11 Feb 2013 at 19:47
	Ithilwien, not feeling like going about her normal business, looked around the bar trying to make sense of this. NightOwl had killed Ozy and then someone else killed NightOwl and then someone brought Ozy back from beyond. Thes had not been seen but Ozy's resurrected corpse was trying to get into her dwelling, why would it do that if it had no recollection of events past. Forraid had been asking alot of questions, i suppose to help herself form a decision on whom to vote for but for what ith could tell she had not been successful with her inquires. Mayflower came back to town today after having been conveniently absent for the happenings the night before, maybe she was involved somehow. "Without evidence to sway my opinion away from Thes, with her abscence since the last vote and the odd behavior with Ozy's corpse at her home i will hold to my previous vote" is what Ithilwien reports to Queen Auraya. As an after thought though Ith asks the queen if she has seen Moka because she has not seen her lately

Moka Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List New Poster Joined: 10 Jan 2013 Status: Offline Points: 38	Posted: 11 Feb 2013 at 11:52
	Mokas job around is very difficult. She has to be invisible so she keeps hiding and acting like a ghost. But Queen Auraya knows...She must be very careful!

Mayflower Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Wordsmith Joined: 29 Nov 2012 Location: Lan Larosh Status: Offline Points: 124	Posted: 11 Feb 2013 at 05:28
	Mayflower sat on the edge of her bed and stared into empty space, thinking about everything that had happened. It was shocking how much could take place in such a short time. Just a week before, she had been sitting in the tavern enjoying the company of her friends, but it seemed like a year had passed since. After the death of Selos, and the even more shocking revelation of NightOwl's treachery, Mayflower had spent some time in an abandoned mine, enjoying the feeling of solid rock all around her. She loved being underground, as much as an elf loved being in the forest. It helped her to refresh herself and gather her thoughts. When she had walked back into town feeling slightly better, she learned that she had missed another vote. While she apologized to Queen Auraya for her absence, she was secretly glad that she did not have to choose a dwarf to be put to death. Another unexpected bit of good news was the resurrection of Selos. Mayflower was glad that the dwarf had regained his life, but the reborn Selos seemed a bit different. He had been behaving strangely, but Mayflower thought it was probably a side effect of being killed and "unkilled". However, it seemed that there was always a dark side to good news. The tavernkeeper had let her know that there was yet another vote coming up. This time though, Mayflower had vowed to be strong and do what was needed. Her hesitation to vote might cost the lives of other dwarfs. Having made up her mind, Mayflower hopped off the bed and went out of the tavern to look for Queen Auraya. She prayed that her choice would be the right one. Edited by Mayflower - 11 Feb 2013 at 05:35


ElfLark Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Greenhorn Joined: 18 Dec 2012 Location: Florida, US Status: Offline Points: 42	Posted: 11 Feb 2013 at 02:36
	Huddled beside the fire in the subdued atmosphere of the tavern common room, Forraid consoled herself with several tankards of XXX Ale. No one she had tried to talk to had been any help in raising her mood or clearing the confusion of the events of the last few days. She had seen Nicanor Thundercheek leaving at a gallop shortly after dawn. His moony presence and obsession with the Queen would not be missed--nor would his snoring, which penetrated the thin wall between their rooms. More and more had just disappeared, with all expecting they were humans. Perhaps with their departure, the killings would cease! There was no rational explanation for the reanimation of Selos, the guard of the deep mine. It was almost as though he had unfinished business in the mines. Not one dwarf in this town mattered to Forraid. At least that sniveling musician had spent more time drunk than singing, and she counted that a vast improvement. The Queen was moping around and her mother was off her nut, she was. Ithilwein hardly tried to ply her trade, but cheering up the patrons of the tavern was beyond dwarvish ability, so her identity was likely honest, if not ethical. Before the fire died, Forraid called it an early night. "At least with that Thundercheek gone, I can sleep without the pillow over my head tonight!" she said to the room as she headed up the stairs. "Though I will have my axe beside my bed as always," she muttered to herself.