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

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(*APPLAUDS!* One of the best deaths I've had! Thank you, LLB!

Also, see kitty, I can use real logic when I'm not a villain.)

[The Cyberwolf]

I've said it in WW Cental, and I'll say it here: May I take one of their places?

This may not be fair, but it's up to you to decide.

[Kroy]

I would also want to take over. Trust me, I didn't know much besides Bushranger, who is now dead.

[Reinholdt]

(*APPLAUDS!* One of the best deaths I've had! Thank you, LLB!

Also, see kitty, I can use real logic when I'm not a villain.)

Well that's just confusing. I mean, out of a sample of two games, you used real logic when you were a good guy in one and real logic when you were a bad guy in another. How is anyone supposed to understand that?

[lostlittlebear]

@Kroy, Cyberwolf: Sorry, I can't let you be autolynch replacements. Kroy, you know who Sir Ector is, and putting you in again would give you a unfair advantage. Cyberwolf, much as I'd like to, the same situation applies - you've been in the game already and are privy to information that others would not. AL replacements are supposed to be like new players coming in. Sorry!

[lostlittlebear]

Night 4 Ends

For the umpteenth time, Sir Murska the Wolf glances down at the grubby piece of paper he held in his hand. There is no doubt about it: the tavern before him is the one described by the paper’s directions. Sighing, he pockets the piece of paper and walks into the tavern, wrinkling his nose disdainfully as he is assaulted by the smell of stale vomit, crude beer, and stinky patrons.

Waving one hand at the bartender, Sir Murska calls him over.

“I was told that the daffodils around here are in season,” Sir Murska says nonchalantly, observing the bartender’s reaction.

“No, da ducks r better,” the bartender replies, stretching out his hand. “You’re da fourth noble today to tell me dat – is it some sorta noble game y’all play? But ‘ey, I ain’t complaining, it’s easy money. Da money please.”

Fourth noble? The note said that I was to be alone... Something’s up here.

Wolf-senses a tingle, Sir Murska hands a bag of gold to the bartender even as he cautiously places his free hand on a concealed crossbow he carries under his sleeve.

“Dis way, sah.”

Following the bartender to a hidden door in the back of the bar, Sir Murska gingerly tests the door handle, looking for any signs of a trap. Satisfying himself that the door is not booby-trapped, Murska steps away from the doorway. Bracing himself, the wily wolf yanks the door open with a sudden jerk, covering his exposed body with the motion of the swinging door in order to foil any would-be attackers.

“Oh, look! It’s Sir Murska.”

“Maybe he can make sense of all this.”

Glancing inside, Murska sees three of his fellow nobles lounging around in various states of repose – Sir Fin, Sir Robert Blackletter and Sir Irbis. Relaxing slightly, the knight allows himself to enter the room.

“What are all of you doing here?”

“I got a note from King Billtodamax telling me to meet him here – he said he had important information he needed to tell me.”

“Same here! Imagine my surprise when I found Fin waiting for me first.”

“I don’t even know why he called me. I’m just a page - not really a true knight. The true head of our household, Dame Castaras Blackletter, will be arriving tomorrow.”

“Wait – you all got a note from King Billtodamax telling you that he wanted to meet you alone? And you didn’t think it strange that you found other people here?”

“Yeah, but we didn’t know what to make of it. We were just discussing it when you arrived.”

“Hang on... Did any of you get that bartender’s name?”

“Oh yeah! He told me his name was Xer Ruhtra. He must be a Celt or something, only they have such funny names.”

“Xer Ruhtra? ARTHUR REX?! YOU BLOODY FOOLS IT’S A TRAP! RUN DAMNIT! RUN RUN RU-”

SPLAT

“Oh... dearie me. Looks like the roof of my back room fell in again. What a frightful shame...”

Whistling merrily, the bartender continues serving his customers drinks. King Arthur would be proud.

Murska was killed. He was a Dissenting Noble.
Irbis was autolynched NOT EVEN PLAYING THE GAME THE NARRATOR HAD AN EPIC CASE OF BRAIN BLOCK. He was would have been, if he was playing, a Dissenting Noble.
Fin was autolynched. He was a Dissenting Noble.
Robert Blackletter was autolynched and will be replaced by Castaras.

Day 5 Starts

[Irbis]

Wait, what?

I wasn't even playing in this game!

[lostlittlebear]

I...

...

Ok, I'll listen to Lex and the others and won't enter myself nor certain others, especially given that last angry PM and the fact I haven't spoken to Trx for about a week now, about this game or any other

By the way - the above was a sad attempt joke. MSPANC :P

-blinks- wasn't this a sign up? I assumed you were because you said you were joking about not signing up. I even sent you a Role PM and all

If you didn't mean to sign up, then it's all just a big misunderstanding...

-backs away sheepishly-

[Irbis]

What role PM?

[checks]

Nope, no role PM there. And I save these things carefully.

Plus, I seem to remember Lex PMed everyone threatened with lynch even when not narrating - if I was playing, why didn't I got that either?

No, I smell a huge practical joke here.

[lostlittlebear]

(If you haven't received a role PM, please PM me. Irbis, your PM box is full)

-facepalm-

Now I remember, your role PM bounced because your inbox was full and I forgot to send it again.... Sorry for the epic misunderstanding I MEAN MASSIVE PRACTICAL JOKE I like that explanation a lot better

Mia culpa.

-whistles nonchalantly-

nothing to see here.... Moving on, moving on...

[Castaras]

Hello. I'm Robert's twin sister. Lady Castaras at your service all.

Now, who would like some pie?

[Elder Tsofu]

Sir Tsofu sits in silence and almost religiously eats his breakfast of fried eggs, fried bacon, mutton and roasted rooster.
After wettening his throat with a pint of lukewarm ale, he arises - ready to face the new afternoon before him!

He had only been in London for two nights, but he had already made quite a few drinkingbuddies amongst the knights, Sir Arden in particular. For some reason he was always generous with the ale when Sir Tsofu was around.
But there was something missing...
...
... saucy wenches, that was it.
Or women at all for that matter.
All these men hanging around with llamas, chickens and sheep - embarrassing situations could so easily arise.

So Sir Tsofu set out from the tavern engaged in an almost saintly quest to find the women - and his first destination was Dame Ranna whom surely would know where the rest of her kind were hiding.

[Arden]

Sir Arden sat glumly on his rooftop. His drinking buddy/flamethrower had disappeared. Now not only was he defenseless, he was lonely. Seeing no point in drinking by himself, he chose to sit on the rooftop and play the accordion

It seemed as if it were only a matter of time before the Arthurians took over, already six dissenting nobles and a king had passed, only two of their men were dead. He heaved a heavy sigh and put the accordion back into his pocket before sliding down the gutter, back to the earth.

Perhaps Zeb was responsible for this.

[Zeb The Troll]

Why, sir, would I have anything to do with this?

[Reinholdt]

Why, sir, would I have anything to do with this?

Because I just scried you as Sir Ector Sir Zeb?

[Arden]

"Well that works for me," Sir Arden said with a shrug, "hey Sir Reinholdt, how do you feel about flamethrowers?"

[Blue Ghost]

Flamethrowers? Only wizards like that vile Merlin would throw flames.
Zeb the Troll

[Deathslayer7]

Zeb the Troll! Down with him!

[Dori]

Dori runs round happily. Following what everyone was doing points at Zeb the Troll

[hap_hazard]

Zeb. -o shizzle i didnt vote yesterday-

[Zeb The Troll]

Because I just scried you as Sir Ector Sir Zeb?

Then Merlin is having a laugh at your expense, good sir.

Unless, of course, you're Merlin trying to distract attention from someone else?

Sir Reinholdt, I accuse you of being in league with Arthur and his lackeys.

[Castaras]

"Oh! I feel so faint! All these menfolk around and all these accusations!"

The Lady Castaras runs over to Arden.

"Please sir, make them stop! This is too cruel to my poor delicate ears! "

[Griever]

My apologies, Lord Zeb, but it would seem it is your cue to leave us.

[Wizibirb]

Zeb The Troll

[Aemoh]

Zeb The Troll, it is then.

[Zar Peter]

Zeb the Troll is pretty much dead...

[Zeb The Troll]

[cd4]

As I forgot to point yesterday and only someone trying to protect Zeb would vote off the wagon I will point at Zeb

[DemonicAngel]

I'll point at Zeb, sure... if the other's guy is lying, then were screwed tough.

[Thufir]

Ummm... Zeb.