*facepalm*
...Now I get it. :smallredface:
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*facepalm*
...Now I get it. :smallredface:
:smalltongue: Thanks for the silly narration, Helgraf.
:smallannoyed: To those who lynched me..... Meanies.
Yeah, I didn't have much of a choice if I wanted to live either.
Well it's already publicly known I was approached by Lord Loss to be part of his werewolf group. I've also been in contact with other people as well. One of them Lamech and none of them Lex or any other Gypsies. I've found it's poor for my health to discuss aiding others in exchange for aiding me (primarily by not killing me without any good reason) and then not helping them when they need it. As Lamech and Lord Loss were both the only others on the chopping block I didn't really have much of a choice. I would have much preferred to lynch some non-Lex person but that wasn't a viable option.
Deadline for submission of night actions is now past. Night actions will be processed and narration posted within the next 12-24 hours.
The fog is thick in the streets of Paris once more; accompanied by sheeting rain that blatters against all it touches. As the constant flow of the water traps many of the more disagreeable scents and carries them away, those few who brave the foul weather do so heavily concealed in layers of fabric to try and keep out the cold and wet; moving with great haste from building to building, crossing the roads as quickly as they can without turning an ankle.
One is not so fortunate. Lamech, kept late on business, is one of those dodging and weaving from building to building, heading toward the Cathedral when suddenly he is driven down to his knees onto the cobbles, his back a white-hot mass of screaming nerves.
A large, imposing figure detaches itself from the shadowy eaves of a nearby building; lowering the crossbow as he crosses the way. Seeing his target still alive, he pulls out a long poinard and drives it through his back and heart.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but there was quite the price on your head," he mutters to Lamech as the man dies on the cobbles. He strides into the wet Parisian night.
Lamech was killed. Night ends and day begins. The guards update the list of Gypsyfolk currently in Paris.
Roster of Gypsies
Diva De
Gray Mage
Khal
Larspcus2
Day will last roughly 48 hours.
I shall have my revenge yet!!!!!
I actually had an RP post written out, but forum posts get eaten by data vampires. I blameRosencrance!
Leinart hurries through the foggy Parisian morning, the collar of his greatcoat pulled up aroudn his face to protect from the stinging chill in the air.
"The reality of Paris is rather less glamorous than rumours would have had me believe."
The welcoming glow of a patisserie comes into view on his left and he hurries inside, more to escape the cold than any wish to break his fast. Still, it would be rude to make use of the establishments warmth and nothing else. Leinart orders a light continental breakfast and sits at the window, watching other huddled shadowy shapes move through the gloomy miasma.
Somehow, it feels like the most depressing thing he's ever seen in his life.
I have no idea of anything. so
Tigerfang.
Tinymushroom
I think I'll go forBanjofor voting to lynch people who aren't even in this game.
Super Dark33 because he is just so voteable.
Reinholdt, because he is a cat.
Lucien stands drenched before the graves of the gypsies that called him to this cursed city. Paris is not a safe city anymore, so he better find the rest of his group and leave soon.
((calar))
TigerFangis fine by me.
The Baron is seen at his usual space upon the balcony of his chateau this day. There is a particularly fierce look of satisfaction within his eyes as he gazes down upon the streets and out into the distance.
His nurse reads to him from the local paper, and it's obvious he still hasn't managed to hire a manservant.
The nurse stoically follows his blinks and gaze, writing all the while, until his message is complete. Much of it is undecipherable, but a name does stand out as if an afterthought: Murska
"Vampires and werewolves. What are the streets of Paris coming to?"
He rubbed his neck; even if it wasn't easy to tell the two opposing groups apart, it was even harder to determine dangerous inhuman subterfuge from the standard parisian politics that went around town. Who was working with whom, and why? And who was not working with whom to throw off the trail? Nothing seemed to be coming together as of yet.
With little to go on and nearly a week past, there wasn't any time to simply hide in his house. Erikun decided to follow Reinholdt for the day, hoping that such activity would shed some light on the so-far murky affairs of the city.
(Since everyone votes for the most roleplay, let's vote for the person with the least text in their post.)
OOC:
I keep watching and listening searching for something. This time I follow Erikun and point the same way.
Calar for now.
Reinholdt for teh pointz.
Gérard Carrière limping heavily, heads over to a chateau, home of a baron of some note. Things are getting violent in Paris, and this is the time for getting protection. After a while traveling, he knock at the door.
(Murska, and the baron mentioned is yours Joxer)
Paris has got me all kinds of lost, wandering in circles, walking down streets. I'm scared and confused. So I vote for Murska because I'm going to follow the person above me...
Reinholdt for preemption.
Murska is always a reasonable target.
Lots of good targets in this game.The CylonReinholdt will do for today.
Reinholdt.
An elderly nurse comes to the gate and peers at Gérard Carrière.
"Yes?" she inquires noncommittally.
Edit: Changed to Murska.
Point at Calar
because I still have no idea.