((Psst... He can't access the computer on Sundays...
*sigh* We're all likely a bit impatient here... I must admit I am a little nervous...))
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((Yeah, the suspense is killing me.))
* Dis points at Gnome Barbarian
Yeah...Like...Don't wanna get lynched...I've been away for the lest three days. I'll become more active in the next few days. Sorry all!
((Sorry I've been away. Tough weekend for me.))
Joosbawx watches as a huge portion of the Village turns on Gnome Barbarian after the poignant killing of Jontom Xire. Standing behind the fence of his garden, Joosbawx adds his 2cp worth.
"I think it's too late to stop the railroad against Gnome Barbarian; however, I don't wish to waste my vote, either. I have to vote for whom I actually believe is a wolf."
Joobawx points to Blood.
Day 3 Ends
(DM Note: Gnome Barbarian wrote his own death scene. Unfortunately, I accidently deleted it. So, accept this substitute, which captures the spirit of it if not the exact wording)
Gnome Barbarian is led to the gallows. He shows no signs of protesting at first, but then in a burst of strength throws off his guards and takes one of their swords. He looks down at the ground. The crowd seems to expect him to transform into a wolf, but when he looks up he looks merely enraged rather than wolfy.
"I will not die so that a wolf may extend the life of his clan. I will not die like a criminal in the gallows. I will end it myself."
With that, he plunges the sword in his stomach, and does not transform, remaining a simple gnome.
(DM Note: Don't get any ideas. Gnome Barbarian was not the Barbarian, oddly enough.)
Gnome Barbarian, a villager, was lynched.
Night 3 Ends Tuesday at 12 PM EST. Can someone give me a list of people who neither voted nor posted in the past "Day?" It would be helpful.
((Me for one))
Exachix sighs and heads off to his little adobe, slightly upset.
Church looks at the gnome's body in astonishment for a couple seconds. "...I...thought...I...I..." He gibbers as he looks at the corpse. He turns around, pale faced, and runs to a bush, sobbing. He hides his face in it, murmuring and praying to any god that happens to be listening.
Blood looks grim. "Do you see what we are doing? Our random accusations are killing people!" He walks home slowly, shaking his head.
Ilaissa pulls on her horns in fustration. She then calms down and wispers something in draconic to Zira, ever present on her shoulder.
She then gives a last grim look at the Gnome, and head inside her house, locks the windows, door and chimly, and though the window one can see her going down a trapdoor, and catch a glint of gold, it must be her hourd.
Later she comes out with a bag of silver coins, and speads the silver on the bed, lays down, and sleeps.
(funny, i woke up just now, and its night...*sigh*)
...Oh crap...
Church gets up from the bush, hides inside his house, and closes thew curtains. In the curtains, you see a sillouette of him. He pulls out a gun, and you hear a bang. He then bends over, and yells, "Ow! I just dropped a surprisingly gun-shaped piece of wood on my toe! Oh, the agony!"
This is most alarming; I hope tomorrow we will have a better result.
i will sit by the gallows and play him a tune. (on my harmonica)
Oh, walruses. I'm just gonna go home and cry about GNOME PERSECUTION YOU RACIST WALRI! *runs off crying*
(Just kidding, peoples, jk.)
"Sad, that yet another innocent villager must die."
El J hoists a mug of ale. "A toast, to our friend Gnome Barbarian."
He then heads back into the tavern for yet another night of drinking.
Bummer.
The Captain returns to his home, hoping to find a good night's rest. Phil gives an almost apologetic *Squeak* before following his master to the house.
Helgraf forced himself to watch the lynch become suicide. He shook his head, and brought up his hands to his face to conceal the tears falling.
"The worst curse of the werewolves ... we kill as many of our own as they do. I can only pray the gods have mercy on Gnome Barbarian's soul in the afterlife ... and on all of us."
((Have I been inactivity lynched, yet? If not....I really have no clue what's going on in the game so my votes will be completely random...well...sorta.))
Indurain hops around, completely oblivious to his surroundings.
King walks up to the corpse of Gnome Barbarian, standing quietly for a few minutes.
After a while he mutters, "Retracted." and walks away.
"Mister Indurain, just go to the bar and get drunk. We already killed someone this even."
Dr. Fullbladder then himself goes to the tavern and gets as drunk as a detective's lackey can get.
During the night all that can be heard at lucky place is. ...I supported you and you killed me, You will get what is coming to you...
Alec looks at the corpse with wide open eyes, and stammers "But, but..." for a few minutes, before snapping out of it and walking home in silence.
((I know its not personal. But its in a fantasy world were ghost come back and haunt those who wronged him))
*Ceika watches the event with a mixture of emotions, but curses under her breath when the body remains un-wolflike. She lowers her head as she turns away.*
Another innocent dead... more blood uselessly spilled. Damn those wolves... they'll pay for this.
This is getting worse and worse every day....
Damn those wolves, taking one so short, angry, and easily punted as a gnome barbarian.
He walks back into his house.
Day 4 Begins
As written by the wolves:
Morning dawns in silence on the village. As the pinks and orange harbingers of the crisp morning creep over the roof and treetops the town square refuses to relinquish the rigorous grip on its cloak of quiet and calm. Eerily, even nature seems to keep her vigil with baited breath; the birds, silent and watchful remain still on their branches, and even the breeze tiptoes across the cobblestones to nip at the heels of the departing mist in absolute silence. Unfolding theatrically, the haze parts like curtains in a sideshow to reveal a grim scene centered on the fountain. Slartibartfast's body lies arched over the top of the fountain on its back, arms and legs akimbo. At the edge of the fountain, next to the reddened water that laps against the cold stone lie eight fingers and one thumb formerly belonging to Slartibartfast arranged precisely around the lip. Carved into the skyward chest of Slartibartfast are the words: "No more pressure to vote now."
Slartibartfast, a villager, was eaten by wolves.
Day 4 Ends at 5 PM Wednesday. I gotta baby sit my nephew most of the day.
According to Alarra, the following people haven't voted in the past day.
Altharis
Exachix
Faulkner Asiniti
Indurain
Malmagor
Ms. Elaneous
churchofthebanjo
klinn
Kantur and weebl haven't voted either, but both have given me excuses. Please correct me if I'm wrong.