Camelot WW 1 - The Sword in the Stone (Game on!)

[Griever]

Castaras, I guess.

[lostlittlebear]

Sorry guys, Day update is going to be late. Not in much condition to write up a good lynch scene, and I've been planning this particular one for a while

I'll catch a good night's sleep, and you'll have your lynch scene in 12 hours.

[Elder Tsofu]

Quick, change your votes!

[Zeb The Troll]

Changing my point to Castaras, though it's probably not going to make a difference at this point.

[lostlittlebear]

Day Ends - narration in a sec.

[lostlittlebear]

Day 7 Ends

As the sweepers are cleaning up the last few ashes of Sir Tsofu, a armoured figure clad in his heraldry walks his way into the square.

“Heh – I can’t believe they fell for that. Although, to be perfectly honest, I can’t remember what Tsofu looked like myself.”

“Tsofu!”

Whirling around, the armoured man sees Sir Arden approaching.

“It’s great to have you back! There’s still a whole barrel full of gin in my basement that you promised to help me finish tonight!”

“Wait- a whole BARREL?”

“Yeah! There’s no time to waste! This way, this way!”

“Well... uhm... Sorry, but I’m not really free tonight, Arden. I’ve got to meet... uhm.... uhm.... Lady Castaras about uhm... uhm.. something!”

Pausing, Arden stares at the man suspiciously.

“You know, Tsofu, the man we burned yesterday claimed that he was you... And I’ve never seen you refuse a drink before...”

“What I MEANT to say was that I have to meet Lady Castaras but I can easily cancel it because hey, THE TSOFUSTER IS ALWAYS READY TO DRINK!”

“That’s more like it! But never fear, you won’t have to ditch Castaras, I’ll get her to come along too! After all, drinking’s always more fun with ladies!”

“Uh, Arden I think that might be a bad ide-“

“TO MY BASEMENT!”
----
A few hours later...

“Yoush knowsh, Sir Tsofu... I don’t recall yoush eva asking to meet me. –hic- but I can’t even remembersh my ownsh fathers naaame right now so thatsh all rightsh –hic- HEEHEEH LOOK! PIES! PIES! PIES!”

Slumping over her drink, Lady Castaras passes out in a drunken stupor.

“Oh no! Look what you two horrid men have done to Castaras!” agonizes Dame Oriole, trying futilely to wake her up. “I knew I should never have let her follow you!”

“Heysh!” protests Sir Arden, “When I told her to bring a friendsh I didn’t ask for a wet blanketsh! C’mon Tsofush, there’s still half a barrel leftsh!”

“Oh gods... how can you DRINK SO MUCH!” the armoured man replies, cradling his helmeted head in his hands. “I can’t take any more – my brain feels like it’s trying to JUMP OUT OF MY SKULL!”

“Aw come on Tsofush, shtopsh joking around! The lastsh time you drank twice as muchsh of that Russian alcohol thingy and you still could thread a needle! –hic- Granted it was a pretty big needlesh and it took you the restscht of the night, but heysh, you ain’t drunk! C’mon! Drink up!”

Ignoring the man’s protests, Sir Arden proceeds to forcibly tip the barrel of gin over, pouring it down the man’s helmet through the cracks in his visor.

GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG

“NO! –GLUG- STOP! –GLUG- PLEASE! –GLUG-!”

“You really know how to make a jokesh, don’t you? You’re a great guysh, Tsofu!”

“ARGH! –GLUG- HELP –GLUG- ME! –GLUG- OOH PRETTY BIRDS –GLUG- ARTHUR WILL AVENGE ME –GLUG- OOH PONIES –GLUG- I’M SIR ECTOR AND I COMMAND YOU TO STOP ON PAIN OF –GLUG- RING AROUND THE ROSIES –GLUG-“

“Almost there now, just a litre more...”

As Arden finishes off the last of the barrel, the man’s fading protests have dwindled to a halt. Collapsing onto the gin-sodden floor, the drunken knight takes a few wheezy breaths.

“Listen to that! Arden you gave him too much to drink! That can’t be healthy! Oh the poor, poor dear!”

Running over to the expiring knight, Dame Oriole lifts his visor to inspect his condition. As she does so, she gets a strong whiff of one alcohol-laden breath.

“HEEHEEHEEH! ARDEN WHAT DID YOU DO WHY IS YOUR CELLAR NOW PINK? PINK CELLARS! PINK CELLARS! OOH, AND THERE ARE LOVELY UNICORNS PRANCING AROUND TOO! UNICORNS! YAYYYYYY!”

Collapsing in a drunken heap, Lady Oriole twitches violently for a moment, then goes deathly still.

Finally realizing that something might be wrong, Arden staggers up the stairs and hails a passing doctor.

The autopsy report returned three cases of death by alcohol poisoning. Sir Ector, Dame Oriole, and the coroner, who was overcome by fumes as he tried to extract some of the corpse’s gin-tainted blood blood-tainted gin.

Zeb the Troll was lynched drunk to death. He was Sir Ector.
Oriole was autolynched. She was a dissenting noble.

Night 8 Starts

[Arden]

*hic*!

Waddiditellya?

Now can I be baned tonight? I'm no powerrole but they may want revenge. Also, I'm far too drunk to be putting up a good fight. =/

[Zeb The Troll]

((Ah, well, it was good while it lasted. LONG LIVE ARTHUR!! ))

[Kroy]

*Ghost fives Zeb* you did well

[Elder Tsofu]

((No he didn't *hickupp*
He managed to die by alcohol!
How silly ))

[Zeb The Troll]

((Aye, but it took a BARREL of gin to do it. Every knight has their limits, dontchaknow. ))

[lostlittlebear]

Night 7 Ends

“Ashes to ashes... dust to dust...”

The knights respectfully bow their heads as they watch the body of one of their own slowly lowered into the grave.

“Thank god we finally found his body. It chills me to think of Reinholdt’s body lying there on the riverbed, feeding fishes.”

“I swear, the Arthurians will pay for doing this to one of us.”

“At least he’ll rest peacefully here, by the river rather than in it.”

Finishing his prayer, the chaplain looks up at the gathered Knights of the Sword.

“Would anyone like to say a few words in honor of the departed?”

One of the knights raises his hand.

“I’d like to say a few words, if I may. I knew Reinholdt well.”

Bowing, the priest relinquishes his place, allowing the knight to step up to the podium.

“Today, we are gathered here to mourn the passing of a good knight, Sir Reinholdt. Reinholdt and I first entered into the service of the good Baron Jonah four scant years ago, where we began the series of adventures that would lead us here today.”

“I know many people belittled Reinholdt for his preference for ranged combat and the strange cat he had adopted at his device, but I never held that against in. After all, each of us has his ow- Hey! Hang on! Why’s the priest running away?”

The gathered Knights of the Sword whip their blades out of their scabbards, but they are too late. With a maniacal laugh, he leaps onto a passing boat, suddenly transformed into Merlin, their mortal enemy. Waving at the furious knights, his eyes suddenly grow vacant and he mumbles a spell.

“What’s he doing? What’s he doing?”

“The podium! It’s glowing!”

“By the Nine Hells! ZAR! GET OFF THAT THIN-”

BOOM

A massive explosion takes out the podium, the gravesite and the unfortunate knight. The only thing that survives the fireball is a the knight’s breastplate, emblazoned with a heraldry that identifies him as Sir Zar Peter, a Knight of the Sword.

Zar Peter was nightkilled. He was a Knight of the Sword.

Day 8 Begins

[Arden]

Castaras just cause it's a just cause.

[Castaras]

Is there any reasoning why?

*points at Arden*

[Fleeing Coward]

If Castaras is indeed a wolf, there's a very high chance that Merlin would be vortexing her today so let's not go there yet.

Aemoh has just not played his usual game and his one bandwagon evening that I noticed was to save Zeb against Atreyu.

[Arden]

Good call, I think I'll trust your judgement, since mine is alcoholically impaired.

Aemoh

[Aemoh]

*points at Arden*

Look, I evened it, no lynchee me

[Aemoh]

Sorry for double, but I dislike changing my vote without making a new post.

Anyways, I doubt Arden is a wolf, so that's a bit of a waste. So my best guess would have to be Griever.

[Fleeing Coward]

Arden switched to quickly for my liking.
Let's switch my point to Arden to see where that gets me.

[Arden]

I think my adamancy to get people to vote for Zeb despite him saying it wouldn't work might clear my name. If I were a wolf, I'd probably have attempted to convince everyone else that Zeb was indeed blockable for that night.

Do what you will, I'm just another Drunk Dissenting Noble

[Griever]

Aemoh for the tie!

[Fleeing Coward]

Griever for tieing it

[Arden]

Griever to look more suspicious.

[Wizibirb]

Aemoh 10chars

[calar]

Not sure where all this vote switching is coming from, but Aemoh for now.

[Dori]

Aemoh gets my point. I'm just following the crowd.

[Fleeing Coward]

Aemoh is not a wolf. If Griever turns out to be a wolf, those that pointed at Aemoh are going to the top of my suspect list. Particularly the late pointers.

[Dori]

Wow threats. so much fun.

Dame Dori ignores and goes back to sharpening her flaming dagger.

[Fleeing Coward]

If that's what you want to call me stating what I'm thinking. I got seer confirmation that Aemoh is definately innocent or I wouldn't be defending him.

[Etcetera]

Fleeing Coward for being threatening.