Rebellion II

[Cobra_Ikari]

Please sign up for the next edition of rebellion here here.

THE RULES

THE CLASSES AND THE ROLES

There are two classes: Nobility and Peasantry. There are also two alignments: Loyalists and Rebels.

NOBILITY
Emperor – The Emperor cannot be slain at night while Loyalist Imperial Guardsmen still live. The Emperor’s vote counts thrice. The Emperor cannot be converted.
Heir – The Heir becomes the Emperor upon the Emperor’s demise. The Heir’s vote counts twice.
Court-Appointed Investigator – The Court-Appointed Investigator has a night action.
Captain of the Guard – The Captain of the Guard has a night action. He is difficult to corrupt.
Imperial Guardsmen – The Imperial Guardsmen fight side by side and know each other well. They are difficult to corrupt.
Noble’s Consort – The Noble’s Consort is the lover of a Court Noble. Should that Court Noble die, the Noble’s Consort dies as well. The Noble’s Consort knows the identity of his Court Noble. The Noble’s Consort cannot join the Rebels unless his Court Noble is already a Rebel.
Court Noble

PEASANTRY
Curious Peasant – The Curious Peasant has a night action.
Drunkard – The Drunkard thinks he or she is the Curious Peasant. The Drunkard has a night action.
Lovers – The fates of the lovers are intertwined. Should one die, so too the other.
Peasant

REBELS
Rebel Leader – The Rebel Leader picks the Rebel Soldiers and the Rebel Spy. The Rebel Leader appears as a Loyalist Peasant when spied upon.
Rebel Spy – The Rebel Spy has a night action.
Rebel Soldier

THE ACTIONS

DAY
The Peasantry, both Loyalist and Rebel, incite a lynch mob each day, choosing to kill one person.

The Nobles, both Loyalist and Rebel, meet in court each day, choosing to execute one person.

All votes are made communally. They are tallied separately.

NIGHT
The Rebel Leader can send his Rebel Soldiers to assassinate one person or to convert one person to the Rebel Forces.

The Rebel Spy can follow one person to determine that player’s class and role.

The Court-Appointed Investigator and the Curious Peasant may each follow one person to determine that player’s alignment and class, but not the player’s role.

The Drunkard can follow one person but, due to his or her drink-addled mind, decides upon a random alignment and class.

The Captain of the Guard protects one person from assassination each night.


ACHIEVING VICTORY

BY CLASS AND ALIGNMENT
The Loyalist Nobility wins by eliminating all of the Rebels.
The Loyalist Peasantry wins by surviving the rebellion until it ends.
The Rebels win by eliminating all Loyalist Nobles or by placing a Rebel Heir on the throne.

SPECIAL CONDITIONS
The Heir wins if his alignment wins and he has succeeded the Emperor.
The Imperial Guardsmen win if their alignment wins and an Emperor or the Rebel Leader is still alive.
The Court Nobles win if their alignment wins and an Emperor is no longer alive.

OTHER NOTES

CONVERSION
To convert someone, the Rebel Leader must send me the name a person they choose to convert and a decision of whether or not to attack on a refused invitation. I will then send the person who is to be converted an invitation. Should the person refuse and the Rebels have chosen to attack, there is a 20% chance of the person being slain, a 10% chance of a random rebel being slain, and a 10% chance of a random Rebel being unmasked in the ensuing battle. If the person is playing a role with the “difficult to corrupt” description, there is a 20% chance of the attempt automatically failing.

AUTOLYNCHING
Failure to vote for two consecutive days will result in an automatic death.

SIGN UP LIST (28/30)
Akaziel
Alarra
Atreyu the Masked LLama
Captain van der Decken
Castaras
Dakmor
DarkLightDragon
Eldritch Knight
envafets
Gnome Barbarian
Helgraf
Hivemind Ghost
HyramGraff
[Insert Neat Username Here]
janusnori
Joosbawx
Kirtie
Krursk
Lord Iames Osari
Orzel
pingcode20
Rumda
Selrahc
Shadow
Strategos
Supagoof
Warpfire777
Xaspian
Zar Peter
ZeroNumerous

[Castaras]

When you've finished the rules and stuff, sign me up!

[pingcode20]

I'm back in.

[DarkLightDragon]

I want in!

[Selrahc]

I'm in again.

[pingcode20]

Say, does recruitment get shut down if the alpha gets killed off?

[Cobra_Ikari]

Say, does recruitment get shut down if the alpha gets killed off?

Hmm...

...damn it, you and your wrench-throwing... ;)

...lemme think for a sec.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*llama tries to head butt the hippo away* "go. Tired of being killed by you. Go play more pirates. You can't get me in Pirates."

"I'm in."

[Eldritch Knight]

I'm in. Hope I don't get killed off first this time...

[Strategos]

Sure I'll join, Mafia style games are fun!

[Supagoof]

I'm in. Viva la revolucion!

[Lord Iames Osari]

I'm already on the list, but I feel like posting.

[Captain van der Decken]

I'll play again.

>.>
<.<

Blue Serpent away!

[janusnori]

Oh oh! I want to join!

[Gnome Barbarian]

Sign me up

[Zar Peter]

Sign me up, too, please.

[ZeroNumerous]

I'd like to get involved as well.

[Warpfire]

I'd like to join. Apologies for the inactivity in the first game, won't happen this time.

[Orzel]

I'll joining too.

[HyramGraff]

I'd like to join as well

[Xaspian]

I'll join again. I just hope I'm not Emperor...

[[Insert Neat Username Here]]

In again. I had better not discover that I'm drunk halfway through, though:smallwink:.

[Alarra]

oh....do i have time?.....bleh, okay...

[Rumda]

yeah i'm in

[Dakmor]

I'm game...

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

So Joos, what avatar should I use for this one?

[Hivemind Ghost]

Count myself in.

[Helgraf]

Sounds intriguing. Count me in.

[Krursk]

What the heck, I'm in

[Joosbawx]

So Joos, what avatar should I use for this one?

Too many optinos to choose from...unless you have a LLama dressed as a rebellion pilot al a Star Wars...? Orange flight suit, white helmet with rebellion symbol, translucent orange face shield...

[Kirtie]

I'm a friend of Joosbawx, who mentioned that I shouold give this game a try.
I would like to play!

[Joosbawx]

This is one of my buddies from work. He'll fit in here at GitP nicely. I'll also join this game to show him the ropes.

[Shadow]

Hello ghostly friend of Joos', and Welcome!

A little advice:
Stay away from the one named Atreyu....

[Cobra_Ikari]

Joos, are you co-narrating, then?

[Joosbawx]

Whoa...what? Um...sure, I can co-narrate instead of play if you need someone. If that's the case, I'll probably back outof playing in the games for a bit since I'll be running Mafia III alone and co-narrating Rebellion and WWCIV. But I'm down for that.

[Alarra]

Oh, that's a lot....someone else should volunteer to co-narrate instead.

I'd offer, but that would put me at 3 games as well...

[Akaziel]

I'm in this one as well!

[Cobra_Ikari]

Haha...I misunderstood something you said, my bad! *hugs*...yeah, you're a player.

[Joosbawx]

Ah, whew. Glad to be a player, Ikari. Looking forward to playing the game.

[[Insert Neat Username Here]]

It's good to see that this time there are more players than in the original; the first one was too short.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

Go Rebels!

[Joosbawx]

This is another game that could really slip into a SW theme quite easily...

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

Joosbawx, if you aren't careful, you'll make May the unofficial Star Wars themed W.W. month

[Joosbawx]

Mwuhahhahahahahahaha!!!

[Xaspian]

I was about to sign up, but I noticed my name already on the list. Then I noticed my post signing up. Ah, well. Not too long to wait now... Kinda.

[Cobra_Ikari]

Would any of you like there to be a specific theme? I think that would be fun! :)

[Castaras]

I've needed to make a star wars pie for some time now...Hmm...A theme would be fun.

[janusnori]

I am so in favor of a theme!

[Captain van der Decken]

Star Wars theme? Why not.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

Ceika has promised me some star wars avatars in the future.

[Lord Iames Osari]

What about a French Revolution theme?

[Joosbawx]

dibs on Jean Val Jean.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Curses!

<.<

>.>

dibs on Javert. *puts on Les Mis soundtrack*

[janusnori]

oh oh I'm Georges Danton!

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

I'll play the silverware that is stolen!

[evnafets]

Signing up if there is still time

[Lord Iames Osari]

Hey, look! it's the 29th!

[Helgraf]

You are part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor. Take her away!

[Lord Iames Osari]

*points at Gender symbol*

[janusnori]

I too *point at Gender symbol* That damn thing has been very suspicious as of late! I think its a rebel and it should be hanged! I mean just look at its voting history, it hasn't voted against a single rebel yet!

[Lord Iames Osari]

I have gotten word from Cobra Ikari that the roles for this game will be "way late".

[Shadow]

Cobra: My offer to give you a hand running the game is still on the table. Just let me know.

[Cobra_Ikari]

Sorry, guys, I got a late stary, and my internet's being...mean. You'll get roles by the end of the day.

[Supagoof]

*Hugs* for Cobra for his internet being mean. You should scold it and put it into a corner, that'll learn it.

[Cobra_Ikari]

At the dawn of the 19th century, in France, the lower classes are being horribly abused by those in higher social positions. As the pressure on them increases, frightening ideas begin to circulate unspoken, almost a whisper on the wind. But when the city guard stumble across the corpse of Cobra Ikari, a nobleman notorious for his maltreatment of the workers, a panic breaks loose. Arrests are made. Innocents are killed. And the whispers of "revolution" become a fire in the hearts of a few courageous souls.

((Synopsis: Welcome to Rebellion II! I'm sorry about the late start. Anyway, this is the start of Day 1, which lasts until 4:00 PM EST on Tuesday, May 1st. Enjoy yourselves!

EDIT: Actually, 4:00 PM is in the middle of my exam. >.< ...5:00 PM at the earliest. Sorry about all these delays, I'll get more on top of things!))

[Xaspian]

*Dons a french policeman's hat, and a bad accent*

Wull, thet wizz inixpictod...

((What? It's the only french-related thing I can be bothered to think of.))

[Castaras]

A small, fluffy cat slinks out of the shadows, watching the humans go about their daily business. It was strange really...how people could go from normality to suspicion and mistrust...

[Xaspian]

Bonn Jower, Lootle Cut.

[Castaras]

The fluffy white cat looks up at the french person, and gives a long, upperclass meow.

[Zar Peter]

Zar Peter, a russian student, walks through the streets.

What a mess. Just want to learn the mysteries of ship building and town planning and now there are these rumours here! I hope the King will get rid of the revolutionaries soon, so I can end my studies for the benefit of my country!

[Warpfire]

"I say!" proclaims an Englishman. "This was quite a bad time to choose to visit France, wasn't it?"

[Zar Peter]

That's right! I should have studied in the Netherlands, like my cousin did!

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert walks the streets, looking for anything suspicious.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*Some scared peasants desperate to have protection in these crazy times of trouble, sneak into the cemetery and begin a ritual found only in a dark book hidden away in the back corner of a library. They find a grave marked "Atreyu, Hero of his people." Assuming him to be a great french warrior, they begin a ritual to raise him from the dead and bind him to their will as a guardian.*

*As they finish the spell, the ground beneath them stirs and a half decayed hoof breaks through the ground. In shocked horror, they watch the zombified llama emerge from the soil and stand before them, awaiting their commands*
http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/wolfshonor/llamas/llambie.gif

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert goes over to the peasants. "What's going on over here? ... Mon Dieu!"

[Warpfire]

"I say! I should have stayed back in good old London..." The Englishman shakes his head.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The peasants stare at the officer and two of them try to stand in front of the zombie to hide it.*

"ummm...nothing. We were paying our respects to some family."

[Castaras]

The fluffy white cat walks poshly out of the shadows, swaggering down the streets, smirking.

[Lord Iames Osari]

"Then what's that abomination?" Javert points at the zombie.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(strictly RP post below)

*The peasants look hurt* "That is no abomination. That is our poor horse. He was recently injured in the attack by those filthy rebels, but we are poor peasants who cannot afford proper care for him."

[Lord Iames Osari]

"Hmmmm..." Javert does not look entirely convinced, but he walks away just the same.

[Castaras]

The fluffy white cat saunters into one of the alleyways, to mingle with some of the other more mangy alleycats there.

[Alarra]

Alarra meanders down the street carefully, keeping clear of any debri that might be along the edges and carefully avoiding any mud that might mar her newly polished shoes, or spatter the edges of her gown. She listens to the rumors that are circulating around with increasing concern before she finally arrives near the llama. "Good lord, what has happened to that poor creature?"

[Castaras]

The fluffy white cat bolts out of the alleyway, pursued by a group of mangy alleycats. She hides behind Alarra, watching the alleycats rush by, before sauntering off again back to her home.

[Alarra]

Alarra reaches down to stroke the small cat briefly before it runs off.

[Orzel]

Orzel scrolls down a dirty street, stepping over things he wishes not to knownof. His religous symbols sway with his steps on thin strings and yarns. After adjusting a simple metal ring on his finger, he stops his feet short to examine the odd animals passing by. "I've seen worse back in Spain."

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The peasants look at the obviously born lucky nobel woman and begin a sad tale of woe for their poor horse.*

"This is our farm horse, Dartanian. He was recently gravely injured while fighting off some rebels that tried to kill us. We don't have the money to afford care so we are afraid he'll die. That's why we brought him to the graveyard. He's one of the family, so we decided we'd bury him like one if he doesn't make it."

[Alarra]

"Well, that's very considerate of you. Best of luck." She turns and walks on, afraid that if she stays much longer they'll begin asking her for money, or worse, that she'll give it to them.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"I thought she'd give us money. "
"you didn't ask her too."
You have to work up to these things"
"you didn't work fast enough. Of course if you worked faster, we wouldn't be peasants."
"Ummm....we have a problem. Dartanian is hungry."

The llambie growls as it pounces on a fox that was slinking through the cemetery and fatally bites it with a loud CRUNCH! As the trio watches, the beast begins munching on the tasty insides of the fox. Shortly after, the little fox sits up and begins following the llama.
http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d175/Aikiduven/Undeadfoxy.png
(thanks, Aiki!)

[ZeroNumerous]

A skinny little puppy walks down the street, pawing at doors as it goes by. The little thing begs for food here and there, from people on the street and from people in their homes. It's fairly oblivious to everything else around it, just hoping to get fed.

[Akaziel]

Akaziel walks by the graves. As he passes by the larger ones, he sighs and carefully places a rose on one of them. He checks his pocket watch for the time, and slowly walks away.

[Helgraf]

Down the road I moved, mindful of the puddles and the mud, striving to keep up with the passage of the bread wagon. A terrible terrible day, or so I'd been told.

"Mon dieu, by the glory of France, what is happening," I muttered softly under my breath as I passed knots of people in the street. I brushed off my cravat, found myself passing the Lady Alarra.

"Troubled afternoon, good lady," I murmured, cutting a quarter bow. I moved alongside and slightly to the fore, where I could easily hear any reply she gave whilst at the same time keeping my expression to myself. The games of court were, of course, a spider's web and I knew not yet what her thoughts were on the Hugenots, not to mention the latest troubles brewing.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(time to get this started)

*The peasants command the llambie to walk with them back to their house. It follows obediently and the fox follows the llambie. The three peasants talk amongst themselves about what to do now. They fail to see the llambie get distracted and snap at the Castaras kitten in hunger.*

[Alarra]

"It is indeed troubled, good sir" I nodded faintly at him as he passed, wondering if the corruption ran so deep as to have caught a foothold in the nobility.

[Helgraf]

I nodded slightly, reaching up to adjust my chapeau. "The air is thick with that English nonsense," I replied airly. "How fares your house?"

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert sees the two walking together and begins to follow them, trying to hear their conversation.

[Alarra]

"Well, well...We've yet to be over-effected by this nonsense. And yours?"

[Helgraf]

"It's been a fairly dull year otherwise," he murmured in reply. "The vineyards are still turning a decent crop of grape. The farmlands have been spared the blights, so there's been plenty of food; which keeps the peasants happy - well, less unhappy might be more accurate; between the tithes for their immortal souls and the taxes that we pass along to L'Empeurer it's still a hard life."

He pauses, turns. "Ahh, Inspector Javert ... a pleasure to see you performing your duties with such pussiance. How fares Paris?"

[Lord Iames Osari]

"Paris fares as it always does these days. Fear is everywhere, of the law, of the rebels... The guard have already apprehended everyone we knew or strongly suspected of rebelliousness, but those we haven't executed have so far refused to talk, and it's said on the street that the rebels' leader is still at large. We're back to the beginning, I'm afraid."

[Alarra]

"Oh that's terrible news. I do worry about the state of our poor country in these troubling times."

[Orzel]

A small peasant girl stare at Orzel with open hands. He pretends not to see and drops a single coin nearby. Orzel then adjusts his ring again, this time revealing a small shimmering jewel. A small pat dusts his crosses and charms to reveal their golden shine.

"It seems my attempts to go unnoticed has failed." he says as he places an exotic hat on this head. "I might as well share my souvenirs of exploration. A tale of North Africa might cheer up the courts in these times of gloom."

[Strategos]

http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u163/The_Great_Strategos/Peasant_Foxfinished.png
Strategos walks into town from the farmland he works on not far away. He had just walked past the graveyard when he sees three other people talking to each other, and some kind of odd looking horse. He watches on in horror as the creature attacks a passing fox. He tightens the pitchfork he bought with him tightly in his hands. He is just about to attack the creature when the deceased fox suddenly springs back up. Now in a state of panic he stays perfectly still, hoping that it doesn't notice him, he could probably take on the beast if it were a normal weird horse thing, but a supernatural weird horse thing is something else entirely. When it snaps at a passing cat Strategos decides that helping the creature with a taste for fox-flesh is a very good idea. To this end he points his pitchfok at Castaras hoping that the creature won't bite him while he does so.

[Krursk]

Krursk, a local merchant, rides into town on a wagon pulled by donkeys. Krursk is not known for being an affluent merchant, but he's willing to cart the goods no one else is. Like dyes, which in the "Ah, mes amis, what is ze news from town" he asks "Oh. A revolution?. Again?"

((Being a bit of a pedant here, but is this 19th Century France during Napoleon, The July Monarchy or the second Napoleon?))

[Eldritch Knight]

Revolution? Here? Now? France is in peril, and yet, what can we peasants do?

[Supagoof]

Supagoof wanders in, carrying a lute and a small stool. He sets the stool down on a street corner, and begins tuning his lute. After some time, he begins to sing....

Arise, we children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, tyranny
Has raised its bloodied banner
Do you hear in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers?
They are coming into your midst
To slit the throats of your sons, your wives!

To arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march, let us march!
May impure blood
Soak our fields' furrows!

((Cookie up for grabs.))

[Castaras]

The fluffy white cat saunters down the street, watching the humans going about their business. It sees the pointing, wondering what is happening. Maybe they wanted to compliment her amazingly fine looks, or maybe her almost royal collar. Why would they want to kill a cute cat, anyway?

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The undead fox scampers in front of the kitten, distracting it, so the llambie can sneak up behind it and stain its white fur with a victorous CRUNCH!

The peasants look away in horror as the llambie and the fox munch happily*

[Castaras]

With a satisfying crack, the kitten gets split in two.

The legs twitch, and the head looks up, eyes a dull shade of red. The previously dead kitten bites the zombie-llama's nose, and flails an undead paw, which pauses to point at the silent Captain Van Der Decken, before going back to flailing.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llambie bleats in shock and rubs his nose with a half-rotted foreleg. The peasants quickly usher the llambie into their house, trying to keep it hidden, they kick the fox inside too and will let the kitten in if it will go.*

*The llambie immediately goes to the window and stares next door at Captain Van Der Decken's shop* (I fixed it)

(Captain VdD has been auto-lynched a lot lately, so he seems the best target for a daytime first day kill.)

(I hope Cobra will forgive me for tweaking rebellion into a bit of a horror movie. Black Sheep has nothing on me.)

[Castaras]

The kitten stumbles in after the fox, fur and fangs streaked with blood.

[Captain van der Decken]

(Yeah, yeah Llama, I know.

French revolution, eh?)

The butcher, Decken, leans out the window of his shop. (Shop, house, no big deal)

He throws a boot at the Llambie, and waves a cleaver at it.

"Devil béast! Fetchez un priest!"

[Selrahc]

A zombie hippo stumbles from the earth nearby.

Staggering forward it joins the other zombies in the hunt for Captain Van Der Decken

EDIT: Oh he posted... blah. I guess I'll keep my point.

[Supagoof]

((All the zombies running around......reminds me of zombie rally.

WHAT DO WE WANT?

Braaaains....

WHEN DO WE WANT THEM?

Braaaains.....

You people have a one track mind, don't you?))

[Zar Peter]

Zar Peter looks at the kitten.
A cute little kitten. But I know these cats! The cuter they are the meaner they can be!

Zar Peter points at Castaras

((I really don't know whom I should point at and Castaras is always a first round vote for me. Little cats can be very mean!))

[Xaspian]

*Xaspian changes his non-character slightly, by pure coincidence*
Je do not sais what est happening... but... Je blame Monseiur le Llambie.

[Supagoof]

Supagoof continues to strum his lute, and points the end of it at a random person walking by, hoping for some change to be dropped.

[roll0] That random person just happens to be zeronumerous, the cute puppy.

((Stoopid roller, why do I have to point at a dog. no one ever plays a dog, it's always cat this and cat that. Sorry Zero!!!))

[Lord Iames Osari]

At the dawn of the 19th century, in France, the lower classes are being horribly abused by those in higher social positions. As the pressure on them increases, frightening ideas begin to circulate unspoken, almost a whisper on the wind. But when the city guard stumble across the corpse of Cobra Ikari, a nobleman notorious for his maltreatment of the workers, a panic breaks loose. Arrests are made. Innocents are killed. And the whispers of "revolution" become a fire in the hearts of a few courageous souls.

((Synopsis: Welcome to Rebellion II! I'm sorry about the late start. Anyway, this is the start of Day 1, which lasts until 4:00 PM EST on Tuesday, May 1st. Enjoy yourselves!))


((Being a bit of a pedant here, but is this 19th Century France during Napoleon, The July Monarchy or the second Napoleon?))

((Considering it's the dawn of the 19th century, I'd say Napoleon I. Of course, given that one of us is the Emperor, it doesn't really matter, does it?))

Javert points at the Llambie.

[Hivemind Ghost]

Fantôme de ruche (Yes, that says Hive Ghost. Not Hivemind Ghost. I'm using Babelfish, sue me.) leans against a wall, and Slowly raises his finger towards the feline Castaras.

"Ne faites jamais confiance à un félin, mes amis. À la source de tout l'ennui vous trouverez un chat," he spoke.

(OOC: It seems Babelfish got the french pretty spot on. You can translate it back and get the meaning pretty well.)

[Alarra]

"Now don't be silly, the cuter the kitten, the nicer it is." *points at Zar Peter

[Captain van der Decken]

(Hmm. Speaking in actual french, rather than a silly accent? I'm game!)

[Zar Peter]

"Now don't be silly, the cuter the kitten, the nicer it is." *points at Zar Peter

((I have two cats and I know them pretty well :smallbiggrin: ))

[HyramGraff]

With nothing else to go on I am forced to point at [roll0] Akaziel.

[Strategos]

Strategos breathes a sigh of relief as the zombie horse-thing, zombie fox and the now zombie cat, stumble into a house and away from him. He continues walking the way he was going before witnessing the zombie attack when he feels the ground rumbling beneath him. Suddenly, something bursts from the ground, a really, really, big zombie... thing. Having his fill of zombies for the day, Strategos runs in the opposite direction, hoping it won't follow him.

After running several blocks, and turning a couple of corners he looks behind himself to see if anything's following him. He then becomes aware of music being played nearby. He wanders over to the lute player and listens as he sings a song.




Arise, we children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, tyranny
Has raised its bloodied banner
Do you hear in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers?
They are coming into your midst
To slit the throats of your sons, your wives!

To arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march, let us march!
May impure blood
Soak our fields' furrows!

((Cookie up for grabs.))

He gives one of the few coins he bought with him to the musician. "it's a fine song and all sir, but in these dark times of rebellion and zombie attacks, perhaps a lighter song is in order? How about using the tune at the beginning of a song about love, and how it's all we need?" He asks.

(OoC: Why of course, the song is the first verse and chorus of La Marseillaise)

[Copacetic]

Sighing up sir!

[Helgraf]

Helgraf considered the swirl of accusations, shrugged.

* Helgraf points at Zar Peter * "It is a fine imbroglio we are in, that we are reduced to randomness to find, amongst ourselves, the seditious and the saboteurs."

[Lord Iames Osari]

Sighing up sir!

((You're too late, the game already started))

[Akaziel]

Ah, mais Monsieur Hyram, le vrai suspect est capitaine van der Decken. Je suis d'accord avec ce "cheval", ou "llambie", car vous l'appelez. Decken est le plus soupçonneux.

Akaziel points at Decken

((Bebelfish didn't fail me for the first time!!))

[Orzel]

Hustling from around a corner, a short young girl darts toward Orzel's side. Orzel accepts the holy book from the runnning messenger and quickly opens it to a marked page. A suspicious stare towards Decken followed a short phrase in a language too foreign for most to understand nor repeat.

[Shadow]

A road-dusted man enters town from the East wearing leather. Slung over his back is a sword, hanging from his belt is a hammer. Under his belt and next to the hammer there are a few sharpened wooden stakes.
"Word's reached Haversville to the East that you've a bit of a zombie problem. I think that I can help with that."
The man looks around for a few minutes, taking in the scenery before pointing at the Llambie's fox.
"There's one. That fox must die."
He draws his sword and advances on the undead fox with a comforting grin....

[pingcode20]

A small mob of twenty bedraggled-looking people (and one roman soldier) shamble about town, taking fearful looks at the various people pointing and accusing.

"Je suis l'Empereur!" "Non! *Je* suis l'Empereur!" "M'sieur Decken est l'Empereur!" "Je suis l'empereur et ainsi mon épouse!" "Je suis Spartacus!" come the cries, as the guards attempt to question them.

Moments later, they realise that somebody failed to accuse themselves and look suspiciously at their comrades, before shambling away.

[Supagoof]

Strategos breathes a sigh of relief as the zombie horse-thing, zombie fox and the now zombie cat, stumble into a house and away from him. He continues walking the way he was going before witnessing the zombie attack when he feels the ground rumbling beneath him. Suddenly, something bursts from the ground, a really, really, big zombie... thing. Having his fill of zombies for the day, Strategos runs in the opposite direction, hoping it won't follow him.

After running several blocks, and turning a couple of corners he looks behind himself to see if anything's following him. He then becomes aware of music being played nearby. He wanders over to the lute player and listens as he sings a song.



He gives one of the few coins he bought with him to the musician. "it's a fine song and all sir, but in these dark times of rebellion and zombie attacks, perhaps a lighter song is in order? How about using the tune at the beginning of a song about love, and how it's all we need?" He asks.

(OoC: Why of course, the song is the first verse and chorus of La Marseillaise)

((I'm glad someone knows their national anthems. Cookie for you.))

Why sir, is there not more nobler a song to be sung during these desperate times, but if it's a song of love you wish to hear, I shall change my tune accordingly.

Supagoof re-tighten the strings on his lute, then begins another song.



I have a smile stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road,
We meet in the nights, I stare for a while,
The forum around us disappears.


Just you and me on my island of hope,
The net between us could be miles.
Let me be surrounded, by the warmth of your touch,
Let me be the calm you seek.


Oh, but every time I'm close to you,
I lose the words inside my head,
And you just walk away.


And I forgot to tell you I love you.
And the night's too long and cold
Here without you.
I grieve inside
For I cannot find words
To say I need you so.


And I forgot to tell you I love you.


So how about that one. Let me tell you I don't mind if you use it to woo the lady of your heart, let me tell you. It certainly helped me win my lady's heart. But perhaps just a lighter tune all around.....



Rip it up
Move down
Rip it up
Move it down to the ground
Rip it up
Cool down
Rip it up
And get the feeling not the word.


Everyone have fun tonight
Everyone have fun tonight
Everyone Wang Chung tonight
Everyone have fun tonight
Everyone Wang Chung tonight
Everyone have fun.

[Cobra_Ikari]

A small trial convenes in the courts of the upper class. Soon after, soldiers and policemen are dispatched throughout the city. Four of them enter a small shop nearby and leave dragging the butcher van der Decken off in irons. He protests, to no avail; after disappears into the nearby jail, he is never seen again. The police soon return an ransack the small shop, but they fail to unearth anything suspicious.

After watching the innocent butcher being led to his death, the people of the town convene is a small assembly of their own. Many ideas are thrown forward, the most popular of which involves getting rid of the llambie roaming the streets. This plan comes to a screeching halt when someone points out that no one knows how to kill an undead llama. After much talk, but little action, the assembly dissolves for the night.

((Synopsis: Captain van der Decken, a Peasant, was lynched by the Nobles. Atreyu just baaaaarely didn't get the minimum votes for a lynch, so he lives, but I thought he should get a mention. Night falls, and dawn will arrive at 5:30 PM Wednesday. Send in night actions by then. Also, remember to vote!))

[Lord Iames Osari]

((If this is revolutionary France, shouldn't Drecken have been guillotined?))

[evnafets]

OOC: I'm not quite up on the voting method in this game. How many votes are required to get a lynch?

[Alarra]

Not a specific number, but peasant and noble votes count seperately, so conceivably 2 people could end up lynched depending on how the votes fall.

[Shadow]

((since Llama didn't say that I couldn't do it....))

The travelling undead slayer stands up from the ground holding the dead undead fox with a smirk on his face.
"That was too damned easy. Where did that Llama go? Where did everyone go? I was so caught up in ridding the world of te zombified fox that I missed the action."
*He then notices Ikari's post*
"No one knows how to kill an undaed Llama? I thought that's why you sent for an undead slayer! Not to worry folks. I'm on the job...."

[Castaras]

The undead kitten stumbles out of the llama's house, moaning. It stumbles down the street into the alleyway, purring in a deep, hollow voice.

[Shadow]

And the hunt begins....
If I can't get your progenitor, I can start with you, you ratty little deathball....

Shadow stalks the undead kitten around the corner, only to find that it's already disappeared to who knows where.

Damn!
I guess it'll wait until tomorrow.

Shadow heads off to shack up in the Inn for the night.

[Cobra_Ikari]

((If this is revolutionary France, shouldn't Drecken have been guillotined?))

((I wanted some flavor, so he died during interrogation or something. But yes, the guillotine is France's standard of execution at the time.

Also, only two night actions sent in so far. So...I'll give you another 3 hours.))

[Lord Iames Osari]

((hehehehe.... Guillotines... Uh, I mean... Um... Yeah.))

Javert returns to his home, a smirk playing lightly across his lips.

[Cobra_Ikari]

((Still no actions. So, I''l go with the ones I've got.))

The morning sun rises over the city, and the townsfolk begin their daily routines. As the city police meet, they note that one of their number is missing. Fearing the worst, they rush over to his home and bash in the door. There, in the bedroom, they find Akaziel. His cold body lies on the bloodsoaked bed, mutilated by dozens of stab wounds.

((Synopsis: Akaziel, an Imperial Guard, was killed. Day 2 ends at midnight Friday/Saturday. I'll PM reminders to those who failed to vote later today.))

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert is woken by a servant who come bearing the news of Akaziel's death.

"Damn," Javert said. "They strike again..." He rises and goes outside to get a feel for how others are reacting.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(What an odd choice? He didn't even pick anyone to point at.) (I do not like to lynch someone based on RP reasons, however I have no problem pointing at them for RP reasons.)

*The llambie stares out the windpw, keeping an eye out for the hunter who killed his fox minion. He keeps looking for Shadow*

[Shadow]

Halfway across town, Shadow wakes up in the inn and goes downstairs to get some breakfast. After his morning meal, the undead slayer from the east goes out searching everywhere he can think of for the root of the problem, the undead llama. He approaches one of the villagers.
"Excuse me sir. Have you seen an undead llama? I've looked everywhere and he's nowhere to be found. He's not in the garbage behind the Inn. He's not in the church of Pelor. He's not uder my bed. He's not even out there..."
Shadow points at a large hole that he's dug in the middle of the street.
"I was sure that he'd be there. Any ideas for me? I need to find and kill that llama. He's a menace to this whole town, nay, this whole continent."
"Sorry, sir. I have no idea."
"Damn it!"
Shadow pounds his fists against his waist in frustration and all his "undead slaying" tools fall from his belt. Whil he's muttering and picking them up, the undead Castaras walks past him and he doesn't even notice.

[Castaras]

The undead kitten watches the undead slayer walk by, sitting in the middle of the road. It sniffs and heads back into one of the alleyways.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert is also trying to hunt down the undead llama.

[Helgraf]

"Thou speaketh of madness, that speak of unliving animals that wander the streets of fair Paris. Asuren it must be some sort of code used by the rebels to conduct business in plain sight!"

* Helgraf points at Shadow *

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert comes up to Helgraf. "No; he speaks the truth, for I have seen the beasts myself."

[Rumda]

A man dressed in purple robes, the holy symbol of pelor emblasoned across his chest, walks up to javert The beasts are not the problem, there master is. I've heard that a well dressed and well spoken man with links to the rebels has been seen persuading peasants to commit unholy acts of blasphemy, and not to mention heretical writings involving the raising of the dead that my predecessors have seized over the years, have been remove my a man claiming to be a noble
I point at helgraf

[Shadow]

Shadow listens to Rumda's claims of Helgraf being the master of the undead and charges him with his hammer and stake.
"The beast in man's form must die!!!"
Unfortunately he runs right into the hole that he dug in the street.

*THUNK*

"Hey. Can someone p[lease help me up out of here?
Please?"

[[Insert Neat Username Here]]

We'd better get that llama. It's disturbing.

[evnafets]

evnafets helps Shadow out of the hole he dug for himself.
"Mr Undead slayer, you should watch where you're going a little bit more. Otherwise we'll very soon be having to put you in a hole much like this one, but one you won't be coming out of.
Unless of course you turn into an undead like the ones you slay of course :-)"

The second day is worse than the first in many respects. One innocent killed by the nobles.
The peasant mob couldn't get enough interest together to raise a lynch mob.
And an imperial guard killed in the middle of the night? Maybe the rebels tried to convert him and killed him when they didn't join him?
How would we know?

All of this is too confusing for a poor man just trying to make his way in the world.
but point we must, lest we lose our own head
evnafets points at HyramGraff

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert stands back, making careful note of everything and everyone.

[Kirtie]

The Emperor snaps awake, realizes he's overslept terribly, and looks around in bewilderment.

[Zar Peter]

Hmm Maybe this priest is right, but why he is wearing a robe of an unknown god? These paris people getting weird and weirder.

Zar Peter points at Helgraf

[janusnori]

This town has gone insane, a member of the Jacobin, thinks as he walks the streets of Paris to the local cathedral to pray. For God's sake there are undead walking the streets as people die from rebel stab wounds!

There are many different possibilities for people that these violent rebels might be... that Undead Llama could be one, but so could his slayer, shadow. Helgraf seems intent on killing someone and until I hear otherwise, his motives seem the most suspicious.

This vote will likely change but: JanusNori points at Helgraf

[pingcode20]

The small mob from before runs over to Shadow. They stare at him for a moment, then cluster around him, completely failing to actually help him in any useful manner.

"I'm Shadow!" "No, I'm Shadow!" "I am Shadow! The rest of them are liars!" "I'm Spartacus and so's my wife!"

They then notice Helgraf, and stop their bickering.

"I'm Shadow!" one of them shouts, before being hushed by the others.

Slowly, all the hands raise to point at Helgraf, looks of fear in their eyes.

[Shadow]

((I should totally sig that....))

[DarkLightDragon]

*point at Llama*

[ZeroNumerous]

*Points at Helgraf*

[Krursk]

Krursk points at Helgraf

[Supagoof]

Hmmm, zombies creeping all around. Only have one song for that.

Supagoof tightens his lute strings again, and begins singing....


It's close to the night and something evil's lurking in the day
Under the sunlight you see a sight that rebels have taken the Captain away
You try to scream
but forums make no sound though you type it
You start to freeze
as horror looks as though it makes lots of pies
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And the emperor's gonna save us from the rebels about to strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're pointing for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear a door slam and realize the rebel's someone come to kill us today
You feel the cold hand and wonder how long this game you'll be allowed to play
Don't close your eyes
and hope that this is just your imagination
But all the while
The creature creepin' up from behind
We're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the beast with four legs
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're pointing for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

At night the rebel creatures call
The dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien llambie this time
This is the end of your life
They're out to get you,
there's zombies closing in on every side
They will possess you,
unless you change the finger to someone else,
Now is the time for you and I to bandwagon along together
All thru the night it might save you from the terrors on the PC
To make you see

That it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause they can thrill you more than any ghost who would dare to try
Yes, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me point away and get a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight


((And now that I've pointed out the horrors of zombies, I don't believe it actually to be Atreyu, so...))

Supagoof puts down his lute and points at Xaspian. You there Sire, what did you think of that performance?

[Castaras]

The undead kitten looks around the place, thinking. It looks up to the skies, trying to discern a sign from the god of death on who to vote for.

[roll0] Ravens land on the roof of a house nearby, cries sharp and clear in the quiet streets.

The kitten watches them circle, and turns to point a paw at Strategos.

[Joosbawx]

(( Oh man...I completely forgot to add this to my subscriptions! Sorry. Checking ensure I'm still alive...*whew*! ))

Joos Valjean checks his watch and skirts around the area Javert is currently patrolling, holding a little girl by the hand he heads out of town to an Inn, pointing as he passes, at Zar Peter.

[Hivemind Ghost]

Fantôme De Ruche slowly gazed at the strange symbol on rumda's robe, and pointed at him.

[HyramGraff]

Undead, I've never heard of such a thing. I point at Shadow.

[Castaras]

The undead kitten looks at HyramGraff, confused at what he was saying.

[Helgraf]

"You would call me murderer, who has never known blood save his own? I see no reasoning behind this, simply the gathering of rebellious peasants looking for a scapegoat for the problems of their lives. Our family has supported the rights of our serfs since time out of mind, and now you turn on us, so fickle, so changing.

Name for me the truth behind your pointing fingers - give me some real evidence for your suppositions, I abjure thee.

And if you cannot, then draw your hands down in shame."

[Shadow]

Shadow hears Hyramgraff's claims that he's never heard of undead and he scoops up Castaras in his arms.
"Do you see this monstrosity? This one right here! This vile abomination plagues the land. It's unnatural. I kill things like this for a living. I kill every single one that I get my hands on! The fact that you claim to not even believe in what I hold before your eyes (Shadow, in his mad attempt to explain the situation to HG puts Cas down on the ground to wave his hands about) only tells me that you've no sense at all. Or maybe you're one of them.... I'm not sure which it is, but rest assured that when I figure it out.... Well I'm not sure what I'll do, but you won't like it. Mark my words."
He turns to Helgraf.
"What is this rebel talk about, unclean one? I'm not interested in some civil war.
I'm here to put those wretched souls to rest.
Now where did that cat and that Llama go?"

[Alarra]

Alarra shakes her head sadly at the rampant accusations and *points at Zar Peter

[Castaras]

The undead kitten sits, watching Shadow.

[Selrahc]

The hippo stands, following the scent of decay.

Leaving a trail of rotting flesh, it arrives at the deserted butchers. Already flies buzz around the discarded meat that was left. The hippo feeds on the meat.

Having fed, it stands. Following the llama in the hunt for fresher fare. And a hunt for vengeance for it's fox brethren.

*The Hippo hunts for Shadow*

[Shadow]

Shadow sees the undead kitten sitting right between his legs, peering up at him.
He pulls a flask out of his pouch, unscrews the top and holds it high above his head, proclaiming, "By the power of the light, I send you back to the depths of hell that your soul may rest."
Shadow then turns the vial over....
And proceeds to dump whiskey all over te cat.
"Damn!
Where'd I put that Holy Water?"
He then sees the undead hippo advancing towards him and runs inside the Inn, screaming "They're everywhere! Run for your lives!"

((I'm having way too much fun with this one!))

[Castaras]

The kitten watches the hunter run away, drenched in whiskey.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert goes over to Alarra. "Could I have a word with you in private, madame?"

[Alarra]

Alarra smiles, but of course.

[Lord Iames Osari]

"Very good, madame." Javert smiles slightly, offers her his arm and leads her over to a private corner of the square.
[hr]
"Thank you for your time, madame." Javert leads Alarra back to the center of the square. "Bon soir," he tips his hat and heads off down one of the streets.

[Warpfire]

The english gentlemen looks around, then suddenly points at Helgraf. "I say, you look suspicous..."

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(Shadow amuses me too much to have him die.)

(Supagoof continues to amuse and amaze me with his powerful parody prowess.)

(DLD's post didn't really give me an "excited" vibe, given the lack of evidence, she has to be my target. I point at DLD)


*The llambie ventures out, he sees some potential food flee into the inn, but its gone before he can strike. Then he sees a dragon fly overhead and his hunger grows for dragonflesh, he trots around in a cruel parody of life, looking for DLD's lair*

[Cobra_Ikari]

The noble courts meet again in an effort to quell the rebellion, but rampant suspicions and accusations lead to it quickly adjourning for the day, with no conclusions reached.

Later that day, a small rebel council convenes. Still andgry about the murder of the honest butcher Decken, they decide to storm a noble house and confront the lord of the manor. When they get there, they find not the host of the house, but instead Helgraf, clad in dark clothing. Thinking the man to be an assassin, they quickly fall upon him and beat him senseless. Searching his robes, they find not the dagger they expected, but instead a love letter. It seems that Helgraf was harmless. Unfortunately, he quickly dies of the wounds sustained in subduing him. He is buried hastily and the crowd of peasants dissipates.

((Synopsis: Helgraf, a Noble's Consort, was lynced by the peasants. No one was lynched by the nobles. Night falls, and dawn will break at 1 AM on Sunday.))

[Helgraf]

((Meh, doesn't that mean my noble goes down too, as per the lovers rules?))

[Cobra_Ikari]

((Meh, doesn't that mean my noble goes down too, as per the lovers rules?))

((Erm...it's a one-sided lover thing. You die if he dies, but not the other way around. Sorry if this was unclear.))

[Lord Iames Osari]

A nondescript peasant can be seen wandering the street.

[Helgraf]

((Erm...it's a one-sided lover thing. You die if he dies, but not the other way around. Sorry if this was unclear.))

(Oh jeez ... what a craptastic role to get)

[Castaras]

The kitten crawls along towards Shadow, watching him. It crouches, and leaps for the undead slayer's throat, falling short and clamping onto his arm.

[Shadow]

"Dagnabbit!" Shadow sceams as he flings the undead kitten into the darkness of an alleyway. He rips a portion of his shirt off to staunch the bleeding, cursing the foul beast.
As he slowly and methodically makes his way towards the alley with his sword, he states, "I'll kill you for this you vile unclean kitten! With your last painful MEOW you'll know the wrath of my.... OOOOF!"

Thud!

Shadow falls into the hole once more.
"Hey! Can someone please help me out of here? Please?"

[Castaras]

The kitten trots out of the valley, peering into the hole.

Mrrp?

[Shadow]

Shadow begins to frantically wave his sword around at the undead kitten.
"I'll kill you you.... maaaaaster.
Muuust noooot kiiiill maaaaaaaster.

. . . . . .

What the hell.....?"

[Castaras]

The kitten sits, watching the weird undead undead slayer.

Mew?

[Orzel]

"Poor Helgraf. He was a friend of mine but in my drunken stupor I could not save him" Orzel sighed. He waved to his messenger and passed him an empty bottle.

"I must find a place of good air to stay for a couple of days. Be sure to research a noble with a nice home and style for me to visit. I trust my second home not anymore these days but I must stay there tonight."

[Shadow]

"I don't feel so well...."
Shadow climbs up out of the hole and makes his way towardsthe Inn, every once in a while turning towards the undead kitten with a glint in his eye and drawing his sword, then sheathing his sword and heading for the Inn once more.
This happens a few time before he finally reaches the Inn and heads upstairs.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(Oh jeez ... what a craptastic role to get)

(hehee...its not the role..it what you do with it. *Cracks up at Shadow and Castaras*)

[Castaras]

(hehee...its not the role..it what you do with it. *Cracks up at Shadow and Castaras*)

(( Aww...thanks. :smallredface: :smallbiggrin: ))

The undead kitten follows the undead slayer, mewing.

Miaow? Mew?

[Cobra_Ikari]

((Still waiting on something, sorry. I'll try to put the day up later, but...no guaruntees.))

[Cobra_Ikari]

Dawn breaks over the fair city once more. Gnome Barbarian and Dakmor, a pair of imperial guardsmen, have both disappeared, as has Eldritch Knight, a young peasant. Attempts to find them prove fruitless; at best, the people hope they left town suddenly. But it is feared a more sinister cause may be behind this...

((Synopsis: GB, Dakmor, and EK were autolynched. Have a nice day! It ends...at 10:00 PM on Tuesday. Sorry about the horrible way I've been updating as well.))

[Eldritch Knight]

Meh. Oh well. More time to focus on other things..

[Castaras]

The undead kitten comes out of the house, and looks around. It swings round to point at Krusk, and get the pointing started.

[Orzel]

Orzel adjusts his ring again. His finger points to Zar Peter stealthy as he roams the high class district. "Where is my messenger?"

[Krursk]

((No night kill?))

Krursk returns the point, pointing at Castaras

[Zar Peter]

Zar Peter turns to Orzel and shrugs.

No sir, I'm just a poor russian student. I don't know where you store your messangers. But maybe this guy can help you.

Zar Peter points at pingcode20

[Xaspian]

((URg... Every time that I'm able to go online, the forums won't load, or are down for maintainance... I think I'm gonna have to drop out, due to limited internet access which I foresee over the next week... Sorry!))

[Shadow]

The undead slayer awakens in the late afternoon the following day.
He stumbles as he decends the stairway towards the common room of the Inn.
"You look a bit peekish today, you do," says the barmaid. "Breakfast ended hours ago, hun, but can I get you a snadwhich or somethin'?"
"Thank you but no. I've been sick all morning. I don't think that I could hold anything down right now."
The slayer of the undead fox (for that's all the undead that he's ever killed in his life) makes his way out into the cloudy street.
The clouds break for a moment and he shields his eyes from the glare.
"I have to find that damned unclean kitten Castaras and find out what it's done to me. And soon, I fear. Maybe I should be looking for a healer instead."
A fit of wretched coughing overtakes the traveller from the East and he falls to the ground, hacking blood up from his lungs.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his trusty flask, downing a few gulps of whiskey.
"Ahhhhhh. That's a bit better. Now where's that damned cat....."

[Castaras]

The kitten trots into the inn, looking around. It sighs, thinking. It sees its old friend the undead slayer and trots over, looking very pleased to see him.

[Supagoof]

((URg... Every time that I'm able to go online, the forums won't load, or are down for maintainance... I think I'm gonna have to drop out, due to limited internet access which I foresee over the next week... Sorry!))

Oh, sorry sir. I didn't realize your suffer from fits of blackout spells as the rest of us do. I'm certain yours are more frequent ((or in other words happen when the boards are running sluggishly)) then ours. I shall make a song about it, goes a little something like this.

((To the tune of Bob Dylan's Mr. Tamborine Man))

Hey! Mr. Xaspian, I'll play a song for thee,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Xaspian, I'll play a song for thee,
In the lurky murky morning we'll find some rebels too.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned it's grand,
Wish I could hold it in hand,
Left me singing here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm resting on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the city's empty streets are with dead or I'm dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Xaspian, I'll play a song for thee,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Xaspian, I'll play a song for thee,
In the lurky murky morning we'll find some rebels too.

Take me on a trip upon which evil want to skip,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to get upp, wait only for my boot heels
To be lute playin'.
I'm ready to go if need be, I'm ready for to hide
Into my own charade, don't send no undead over my way,
I promise loyalty to the emperor's pride.

Hey! Mr. Xaspian, I'll play a song for thee,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Xaspian, I'll play a song for thee,
In the lurky murky morning we'll find some rebels too.

Though you might hear moanin, groanin', goin' madly across the town,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just havin' a bit of fun
And but for the animals there are no undead humans.
Yet if you hear vague traces of heels draggin on the ground,
To home you must go now, it's just safer there from the sound,
I would pay it attention mind, it's just Shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing zombie's aroun'.

Hey! Mr. Xaspian, I'll play a song for thee,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Xaspian, I'll play a song for thee,
In the lurky murky morning we'll find some rebels too.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
[/Music]

There sir, a tune for you. And how about you sir, do you have any requests? he points and asks Zar Peter as he walks by.

Perhaps something from your motherland?

[HyramGraff]

Zar Peter seems to be a trustworthy fellow. I'm sure he has good reasons for pointing at pingcode20.

[Zar Peter]

Zar Peter turns to Mr. Supagoof.

Oh you're rewriting songs?
Could you do me this please:

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maja!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка мoя!
V sadu jagada malinka, malinka maja!

Ах, под сосною, под зеленою,
Ah! Pod sasnoju, pod zeljonoju,
Спать положите вы меня!
Spat palazhite vy menja.
Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли,
Ai ljuli, ljuli, ai ljuli, ljuli,
Спать положите вы меня.
Spat palazhite vy menja.

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maja!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
V sadu jagada malinka, malinka maja!

Ах, сосенушка ты зеленая,
Ah! Sasjonushka ty zeljonaja,
Не шуми же надо мной!
Ne shumi zhe nada mnoi!
Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли,
Ai ljuli, ljuli, ai ljuli, ljuli,
Не шуми же надо мной!
Ne shumi zhe nada mnoi!

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maja!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
V sadu jagada malinka, malinka maja!

Ах, красавица, душа-девица,
Ah! Krasavitsa, dusha devitsa,
Полюби же ты меня!
Paljubi zhe ty menja!
Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли,
Ai ljuli, ljuli, ai ljuli, ljuli,
Полюби же ты меня!
Paljubi zhe ty menja!

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maja!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
V sadu jagada malinka, malinka maja!

[Shadow]

"You!" says the slayer.
"What have you done to me?"
Another wave of coughing drops the traveller to his knees right in front of the undead kitten. Down on all fours from the attack, Shadow tries to catch his breath after it ends.
"I'll kill you, you filthy abomination.

. . . . . . .

My, you're fiiiiiiilthy, Maaaaaster.
Leeeeet meeeeeee heeeeelllllllp.
He begins to lick bits of hanging tendrils of rotting flesh from the kitten, pawing at his master playfully and lovingly. Stll on all fours he scampers away. When he leaves the immediate vacinity of the undead kitten, he stops, shakes his head and stands up.
Dear Gods, what's happenning to me?
Backing away from the crowd and the kitten the slowly dying undead slayer tries to figure out some way that he might be able to

Thud!

"Can someone please help me out of this hole again? Please?"

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llambie begins wandering around, looking for that kitten, but instead finds a potential meal in Hyramgraff

(You're either part of a team with Zar, or have some strange reason to trust him, but it seems mighty suspicious.)

[Lord Iames Osari]

Javert eyes Supagoof suspiciously.

[Alarra]

Alarra notices the llambie's intentions and gestures frantically (ie points) in Hyramgraf's direction to get his attention

[Shadow]

"I'll save you from the vile beast Hyramgraff. Just come help me out of this damned hole and we'll see who the meal is. Quickly! Help me out before you're bitten."
Shadow jumps around frantically within the hole, waving his sword and hammer to and fro until the hammer slips from his grasp.
It sails through the air, out of the hole and lands in front of the undead Llama.

[HyramGraff]

HyramGraff runs over to the hole to help Shadow out of it.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llambie starts munching on the hammer, frustrating bleating about its lack of taste*

[Strategos]

What was France coming to these days? First Rebellion, then Zombies and now random holes in the middle of the streets. And to top things off the Imperial Guardsmen were deserting! Strategos decided to go find the delightful minstrel from a couple of days ago. Unfortunately he had no idea of where to begin looking, he saw someone helping someone else out of one of the mysteriously appearing holes. Strategos pointed at HyramGraff. "Excuse me sir, have you seen the Minstrel?" He asked.

[Rumda]

the strange priest points at hyramgraf

[Shadow]

Accepting Hyramgraf's assistance, Shadow climbs up out of the hole.
One free, he points his sword at the Llama and offers a challenge.
"You there, vile abomination. Come and pick on someone your own size! We'll see who the meal is when this is...."
Shadow turns extremely pale and then a strange shade of green, and then proceeds to vomit all over Hyramgraf.
"I'm sorry good sir. I have been a bit under the weather today. My apologies.
My, but I'm feeling faint as well. I think I'll go lie down for a whi....
Oooof!"
Shadow loses his balance and falls in the hole yet again.
He seems to be unconscious.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llambie throws his hammer at the strange priest, Rumda*

[pingcode20]

'Spartacus' appears to have lost the mob since last night, and heads over to where Shadow fell into a pit.

"I'll help you get that zombie! For I am Spartacus!" he proclaims as he walks, *Pointing at Castaras, watching it carefully as he goes to pull Shadow out of the pit.

Unfortunately, caution outstrips perception and he manages to fall in the same hole, knocking himself out and landing on the Undead Hunter.

[Supagoof]

Zar Peter turns to Mr. Supagoof.

Oh you're rewriting songs?
Could you do me this please:

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maja!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка мoя!
V sadu jagada malinka, malinka maja!

Ах, под сосною, под зеленою,
Ah! Pod sasnoju, pod zeljonoju,
Спать положите вы меня!
Spat palazhite vy menja.
Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли,
Ai ljuli, ljuli, ai ljuli, ljuli,
Спать положите вы меня.
Spat palazhite vy menja.

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maja!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
V sadu jagada malinka, malinka maja!

Ах, сосенушка ты зеленая,
Ah! Sasjonushka ty zeljonaja,
Не шуми же надо мной!
Ne shumi zhe nada mnoi!
Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли,
Ai ljuli, ljuli, ai ljuli, ljuli,
Не шуми же надо мной!
Ne shumi zhe nada mnoi!

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maja!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
V sadu jagada malinka, malinka maja!

Ах, красавица, душа-девица,
Ah! Krasavitsa, dusha devitsa,
Полюби же ты меня!
Paljubi zhe ty menja!
Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли,
Ai ljuli, ljuli, ai ljuli, ljuli,
Полюби же ты меня!
Paljubi zhe ty menja!

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maja!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
V sadu jagada malinka, malinka maja!


Alas good sir, that is not a tune or dialect I'm familiar with. Though my travels as a bard have taken me far and wide, I still perform all my singing in the emperor's land's native tongue.

Though it seems that another performance perhaps is in order, and since you have taken an interest, perhaps another song about the happenings in the village then?

[Perform song to tune of Nickelback’s - If Everyone Cared.]

From underneath this tree, I watch the sky
For shooting stars amongst the night
I never dreamed that I'd be right
But here I am, testing my thoughts tonight

Singing Amen, I, I'm alive
Singing Amen, I, I'm alive

But once you get bit, then you can’t have died
The zombies walk, when they should have lied
If everyone watched and avoided their side
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

And I'm singing

Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive
Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive

And in the air the fireflies
Show the light in the night
The undead roaming the streets are wrong
And teach them all to sing along

Singing Amen, I, I'm alive
Singing Amen, I, I'm alive
(I'm alive)

But once you get bit, then you can’t have died
The zombies walk, when they should have lied
If everyone watched and avoided their side
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

But once you get bit, then you can’t have died
The zombies walk, when they should have lied
If everyone watched and avoided their side
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

And as I sleep beneath the stars
I realize how small we are
If zombies could live like you and me
Imagine what this world could be

But once you get bit, then you can’t have died
The zombies walk, when they should have lied
If everyone watched and avoided their side
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

We'd see the day, we'd see the day
When nobody died
We'd see the day, we'd see the day
When nobody died
We'd see the day when nobody died.

[/end performance]

It's song about the undead walking around, and I believe that the cat is the culprit amongst them. Supagoof say's pointing at castaras.

((I believe there some truth to the zombies = rebels, last night no one was killed, and today we have a person bitten turning into a zombie. Could be coincidence, but I wonder? So I'm starting there.))

[Castaras]

(( That would be an idea. But if so, why is the one I bit pointing at me?

Oh, and why are you telling Amen that you're alive Supagoof? That's just asking for one of us to kill you...:smallamused: ))

Castaras switches her pointing to Hyramgraff, before trotting over to look in the hole where the undead slayer and Pingcode are.

Mrrp?

(( Oh...Ikari's left. Who's running Rebellion currently? ))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(well.....I'd be willing to. I'm basically a commoner, anyway. If you all want me to, then i'll take over for the Super C.)

[Supagoof]

((That would be an idea. But if so, why is the one I bit pointing at me?
((Speculation is all I have, so perhaps he escaped your attempt to convert him?))



((Oh, and why are you telling Amen that you're alive Supagoof? That's just asking for one of us to kill you...:smallamused: ))
*snip*

((I didn't even think of that. doh! :smalltongue: Note to self, avoid eating any pies))

[Shadow]

The unconscious undead slayer says... well.... nothing.
He's unconscious.


@Supagoof: I've been pointing based on RP reasons thus far.
@Llama: NOOOO!!! That would make one less undead for me to kill! And nice try, but I think that you might actually BE a rebel, so your saying that you're just a villager, and that you'd take over is a really good play. Noweveryone will be all like Oh, forget about Llama. He was willing to take over the game. He can't be a rebel. And you're in the clear for the rest of the game.
I don't think so.
Someone outside the game shoud take over, I think.

[Castaras]

@Llama: NOOOO!!! That would make one less undead for me to kill! And nice try, but I think that you might actually BE a rebel, so your saying that you're just a villager, and that you'd take over is a really good play. Noweveryone will be all like Oh, forget about Llama. He was willing to take over the game. He can't be a rebel. And you're in the clear for the rest of the game.
I don't think so.
Someone outside the game shoud take over, I think.

(( Or someone who's been killed. ))

The kitten jumps down into the hole, trotting over to the undead slayer.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

@Llama: NOOOO!!! That would make one less undead for me to kill! And nice try, but I think that you might actually BE a rebel, so your saying that you're just a villager, and that you'd take over is a really good play. Noweveryone will be all like Oh, forget about Llama. He was willing to take over the game. He can't be a rebel. And you're in the clear for the rest of the game.
I don't think so.
Someone outside the game shoud take over, I think.

(probably someone who was killed will be more likely.)

(As for me, well.... I have admitted that I did make this character simply so he would be the first day kill. Iames can back me up on that cuz I did it in the chatroom he was in. The fact is that I have NEVER been the victim of first day lynching..so I thought it was time. I thought for sure that people would go "KILL THE ZOMBIE LLAMA," but apparently I was entertaining enough to survive. Then I bit the cat and she's stolen the show. :smallbiggrin: )

(The problem with your theory, Shadow, is "what if people elected me narrator" then I'd lose the joy of being evil.)

[Castaras]

(( It seems that my undead kitty will be killed...:smallfrown:

I'll just say that I'm not a rebel. I'm not a normal commoner though either. You people can scry me if you want. I just want a little longer to have fun being the curious undead menace of the street. ))

The kitten snuggles up next to the undead slayer, purring in its deep undead rumble.

[Supagoof]

((Ah, see, there's a win win situation for your there Castaras,

by your post a alone, you have either given the rebels something to work off of, or given the nobility something to work off of - I can't guess what, but I would venture that either will use to their advantage....and that won't be advantagous to you,

and as narrator, you can use your undead cat in the scenes ahead,

and I would also suggest if you take on the narrator role, you could assign your role to someone who doesn't have one....thus taking the advantage you've given away from either side?

though I could do that as well, if anyone wants me to take over as narrator :smallwink: ))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

current vote tally
(I have no idea who is a noble, a rebel, or a king)


supagoof
iames


Zar peter
orzel

rumda
LLama

Pingcode
zar peter
hyramgraff


castaras
krursk
shadow
pingcode

hyramgraff
alarra
strategos
rumda
castaras

[Supagoof]

Ahhh. Well the cat seems to enjoy the music. Seems to me that no cat who enjoys music can be bad.

Supagoof removes his finger from Castaras.

[Lord Iames Osari]

((So have we decided who is running this now?))

[[Insert Neat Username Here]]

I'll Point at a random NPC who looks unimportant. I mean, suspicious.
V Well, he has a fancy cape, if that's what you meant.

[Selrahc]

;2569341']I'll Point at a random NPC who looks unimportant. I mean, suspicious.

Is he wearing a fancy cloak?

[Castaras]

((So have we decided who is running this now?))

(( I've IMed Ikari, hopefully we'll get an answer sometime. ))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(Any word, Miss SPider Lass?)

[Zeb The Troll]

((I was just reviewing this thread to see if anything had been decided about what to do since Cobra vanished. I'm sorry to see that it's not been resolved yet. If you all would like, I think we can arrange it so that I can at least continue updating. I probably won't have the flavor of the original narrator but I can at least help keep track of who's doing what with whom. It's a thought.))

[Castaras]

(( No word. No nothing. :smallfrown: ))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(sounds like we should give the reins to Zeb, then.)

[Castaras]

(( I'm happy with that. Should we all pm roles to him or something then? ))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(yup)

(long live the zombies)

[Zeb The Troll]

((Okay, I'm accepting PM's with people's roles. It might take a little bit for everyone to see this and respond so be a little patient till we can get the wheels rolling again. I will respond when I've gotten your message so that you'll know I got it.))

I've heard from about half of the remaining players at this point. I'd ask that even if you've been killed or you think that someone has already passed on your information that you still send me a PM letting me know what your role/class/alignment is so that I can scrub it against what I've got already.

Thanks to all of you who've PM'd me already. I hope to get this going again soon.

[Zeb The Troll]

UPDATE: I have almost all of the information I need. There are still (I think) seven live players that haven't contacted me to let me know their role/alignment/class. Unfortunately, a fair share of these have important roles. Everyone I still need information from has a PM from me waiting in their inbox. Once I get these roles figured out, we can continue.

Thanks for your patience while we get this sorted.

[Zeb The Troll]

I still haven't heard back from the last few people. Here's what I'm going to do:

We will continue on from this point. If someone posts that I haven't heard from yet, I'll need to get a PM about their role/class/alignment before their vote counts. We'll start fresh with the standard "two day-no vote" autolynch rule. I will arbitrarily call this new day Day 5.

What this does is let you all get to pointing again while at the same time giving the stragglers a little more time to get back to me. I'm going to ignore the previous day's points and basically start the day over again. Of course any discussion that had gone on before is still valid and encouraged to be referenced.

Barring any objections to this decision, you may begin pointing and discussing now.

Day 5 begins now and will end at 7:00am EST on Sunday, May 20th.

[Lord Iames Osari]

((We were on Day 3, fyi... man this is gonna screw up my spreadsheet...))

Javert points at Joosbawx.

[Zeb The Troll]

((We were on Day 3, fyi... man this is gonna screw up my spreadsheet...))((I know it was Day 3, but I figured I'd account for the length of time that's passed since The Absence began. I can change it if it's really going to be a problem.))

[[Insert Neat Username Here]]

No time to think. Let's kill joosbawx.

[Zeb The Troll]

More updates...

First, I've extended the day to last until Sunday morning as a result of today's nearly day long forum outage. My goal is to give participants two full days to interact and decide on who they feel is the person to lynch.

Second, Vonriel has volunteered to co-narrate this game with me, so any further correspondence should go to both of us. Thanks, Vonriel!

[Castaras]

The kitten guestures with a paw to Hyram Graff, before snuggling up next to the undead slayer, purring.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llambie trots around, looking for more meals and URP's in shock to see the slayer and the kitten hanging out.*

*he crouches down and readies himself to pounce on (insert neat user name here)*

[Supagoof]

Supagoof nods at the llambie some distance from him, while he tunes his lute for the next tune.

((*Will add song later*))

[Shadow]

The undead slayer still lays unconscious in the hole. When Castaras creeps up next to him and begins purring, she also laps at his face with her sandpaper like tongue.

Layers of skin come away with each concurrent lick.

The traveller begins to stir.
When he comes to, he sees the undead kitten cleaning his dirty face and jumps up, fully awake and aware.
"Someone help! The monster is going to eat my brains! Help me out of here!"

The inept undead slayer then reaches into his pouch for his whiskey flask to take a sip.
His mouth begins to smoke and he sreams.

He spits the remainder of the mouthful out and as some lands on Castaras, she begins to smoke too.
"Aaaaaaahh!!!
Damn!
What was that, acid?"
He looks at the bottle.
"Holy water....?
What's happening to me?"

The newly undead undead slayer gestures at Zar Peter.
"You there. Help me out of here, I beg," as he begins to frantically claw his way towards the top of the hole.


((I need to check my notes to remember what the heck is going on.))