Rebellion (In Progress)

[Cobra_Ikari]

((no, it's night. People with spying or rebel assassinry or guardsman protection are supposed to use them now. Which most haven't. *hint hint use them, peoples! 5 hours until day! Shut up, my math sucked before!*))

[Cobra_Ikari]

Dawn breaks in the capital city of the Dalorian Empire. As the earliest of risers head about their daily business, a few stop in the Plaza Sola. The central fountain runs red with blood, and the corpse of Miatog can be seen inside. The guards quickly close off the area, but not before rumors circulate about a note left alongside his body. Soon, the rumors have reached all across the great city. A rebellion is stirring in Daloria...
The imperial guards search Miatog's corpse and home. Other than a strangely large collection of beer casks, binoculars, and notepads, they find nothing out of the ordinary. A feeling of unease runs through the city.
The councils of nobles and peasants convene in an effort to stamp out the rebellion.

(Summary: Miatog was slain. He was a curious peasant/drunkard.)

Day has broken. Dusk will settle at 11 PM EST on Thursday, March 22. You should now vote on who is responsible. Failure to vote will cause suspicion and lead to execution on the second consecutive offense.

The time above is an extension of 12 hours from the original time posted. Please note it.

[Miatog]

[]sob sob sob. I was so young.[]

[Cobra_Ikari]

((*hugs*...I'm so sorry...))

[Shadow]

While walking to the baker's for a loaf of bread for breakfast, Shadow, the local leatherworker, hears word of the rebellion that has apparently started.

"Civil War.... That's going to be bad for business.... Or who knows, maybe it'll be good? At least I have a few sets of simple armor that some folk might want to buy."

He quickly returns to his shop to raise prices before word gets out about the rebellion.

[Xaspian]

Emperor Xaspian the Tenth enters his throne-room, and sits down on the royal seat.

Your majesty! Dire news! A murder, here in the very city! They say a rebellion is brewing

The Emperor looks down, a sad look on his face.

I knew that this day would come, eventually. There are always those who have objected to my rule, and it seems they are finally beginning to act. I only hope that we can quash this Rebellion before too many innocent casulties are suffered.

[InaVegt]

A rebellion? Though it's bad for the empire, it's good for business.

Gezina places a sign saying: ‘Weapons now 20% of, as long as they last!’

[Joosbawx]

Swaying the largish brass bell in time with his slow march through the city, Joosbawx raises the alarm and cries out the news to those that may not have heard it yet. His usual path through the city takes him past beggar and merchant alike, sounding out the news for those that would listen as the morning mists cling and hover above the rooftops before the early morning sun has a chance to chase them away.

*clang*clang*ca-clang*
*clang*clang*ca-clang*

"Messy murder befouls the City square. Drunkard Miatog sacrificed on the altar of Rebellion! City Guards to make full investigation!! Emergency wartime powers granted to Court Jester, who immediately declared 'marshmallow law 'and imposes a city-wide eight-p-m 'nephew'!!! Weather and Sports to follow after brief message from my sponsor...Llama's Meatless Meat Pies are nutritious and delicious! Now 33% more meat substitute in every bite! Treat your family tonight to a scrumptious Llama's Meatless Meat Pie and let them know you care!

*clang*clang*ca-clang*
*clang*clang*ca-clang*

Trudging up and down the hustle and bustle of the city and spurred on by the importance of his message, Joosbawx makes his way through the entire city doing his part for the city as Town Crier.

*clang*clang*ca-clang*
*clang*clang*ca-clang*

[Castaras]

Castaras picks up her begging bag and wanders the crowded streets.

'Scuse me...penny for the beggar? Oh, 'scuse me...

She looks up to Joosbawx, eyes wide.

Miatog dead?! Who did it, do you think?

[heretic]

Looking up from his gruel, heretic's face splits into a wide grin. He hastily begins hitching up his cart and emptying out it's previous contents, bales of hay. Grabbing a pot and wooden spoon, he hitches up his donkey and heads for the streets.

"Bring out yer dead! Bring out yer dead!" *clang*

He continues along the alleys and streets. There's gotta be tons of corpses out here that need disposin'... *clang*

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The unique smell of meat substitute wafts through the air from the llama's bakery. He sticks his head out of the window to hear the news as the Town crier passes and bleats in horror at the stories of rebellion.*

"Who could have done that? I hope none of my customers. They won't be my customers for long. I'm not serving rebels."

[pingcode20]

Pingcode, a longtime loiterer in Atreyu's bakery, stands in shock at the news.

"Rebellion! Egads! I swear, the world's going to hell these days."

[Joosbawx]

(( nobody wants to point, hahaha. So I will, I guess. ))

Joosbawx nods to Llama as he passes somberly, having done his crier duties for the time being. He buys a Meatless Meat Pie, humming and mumbling under his breath as he stands in line and considers the news and whom to blame.

"Hmm, hmmm, hmmm...knock three times, I'll knock three times, three times...Rebellion and deceit...I'll knock three times...Nobody wants to step out for fear of being targeted by their neighbors...I'll knock three times, three times...Perhaps someone should get the ball rolling."

Taking his Meatless Meat Pie and biting in to the still hot pastry, he stands in the town square and scans the crowds, eventually settling his eyes upon...

[roll0]
Referenced list on first page - [Insert Neat Username Here]


...and he shrugs and takes another bite of his Un-Meat Pie as he points to [Insert Neat Username Here] and makes his pseudo accusation, crumbs flying as he speaks with his mouth full.

"You there...you look slightly suspicious. Maybe. I'll point at you."

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(hmmmm....interesting method Joosbawx, but I'm gonna try a more systematic approach. So far we have no evidence to go on, I was hoping for an investigator to show up. So it looks like a random player lynching at this point. I'm going to break down who I think should be lynched based primarily on player thoughts.

I dont' want to lynch a new player, because they deserve a chance to enjoy a werewolf game. I don't want to lynch Gnome Barbarian because he's been lynched and killed too early, plus I'm not sure he's in the game. I'm going off the list on the top of page one. That leaves only a few people left that I am comfortable picking. Now, its an alpha game. The rebel leader has picked his chosen few. Since this is the 3rd alpha game to start in the past two weeks, we have seen how the village reacts to alpha games. A smart alpha has a list of people that others find immediately suspicious at his fingertips, so he'd probably avoid those. The rebel leader was probably looking for experienced players who seem to fallen under the radar. Someone who is rather clever, a good RP'er, tends to live a long time, and has "rebel" experience is DLD. Its a shot in the dark, true, but since Exachix isn't here, I'm voting for her.)

*The baker llama points at DLD.* "SHe's obviously suspicious. She has a huge hoard and still complains that my prices are too high. One platinum piece from her pile and she could eat any pie she wanted for a week, but she always pays in copper."

[Captain van der Decken]

*Dropping his tools, the blacksmith slinks out of his forge*

A rebellion? Very good for business.

*listening to his rival, Gezina*

All arms and armour, twenty-five percent off!

[Castaras]

Castaras looks round at the crowds, fumbling with her begging bag.

[roll0]

She turns to Krursk and points.

He stole some coins from me! I want vengance!

[[Insert Neat Username Here]]

I like atreyu's approach. Points at DLD

[InaVegt]

Shadow's been proving to be a good player lately, this being an alpha wolf type game leads me to distrust him.

Points at shadow

[Captain van der Decken]

Someone's eager for a bandwagon, eh?

I point at [Insert Neat Username Here].

[Alarra]

Now...Atreyu's logic makes sense, and pointing at someone just because they followed someone else's logic seems somewhat illogical to me. It doesn't seem to me like [Insert Neat Username] is jumping on a bandwagon....there's only 2 votes! 2 votes isn't a bandwagon. By your same logic you're the second vote for him.....Are you overly eager for a bandwagon?

Either way, I find you suspicious. Not to mention that you'd be a good candidate for an alpha game...veteran player...flies under radar...
*Alarra points at Capt. VdD

[Captain van der Decken]

By your same logic you're the second vote for him.....Are you overly eager for a bandwagon?

I am?


The explanation- in a nutshell- first round rubbish guesses , random excuse.

[Xaspian]

The Emperor calls together his advisors.
"Your majesty, I suggest that to avoid public panic, we find a scapegoat to execute, while we search for the real rebels."
Very well. Let's see...
*Xaspian points at Eldritch Knight.*

[Shadow]

All arms and armour, twenty-five percent off!

"Try and put me out of business will you? Well that's fine. Once all of your shoddly made armor is sold at a discounted price, all that will be left is my masterwork quality overpriced leather armor. You won't be able to make your metal armor as fast as I can dish out a less costly, if overpriced leather suit. You'll be flat broke by the end of the year. Maybe I'll hire you to make the studs? How's that sound?"

[Castaras]

Castaras makes her way over to Shadow and CvdD.

Penny for the girl? Just a crust o' bread, good sirs?

[Shadow]

Shadow gives Castaras a loaf of bread and some cheese and wine.
"Here you are, my dear. And if you're looking for work I could hire you to sweep up my shop. You'll need a bath, of course."

[Castaras]

Castaras gives a small smile.

Thank you, good sir. I would take the job offer up.

She swallows the food and drink.

[Captain van der Decken]

*Decken looks shocked*

The beggar needs a bath to work for you, tanner? I can't believe anyone would be willing to wear your "work", what with the disgusting way you make it. And I'm sure anyone would be willing to pay for the fine, high quality protection I sell.

[Shadow]

"Plating a wooden shield with tin foil to make it look shiny doesn't make it high quality, my good man. My suits are made from the finest buckskin in the lands and , as such, are costly. A little messy to begin with, sure, but the finished product is all that matters."

[Captain van der Decken]

You know very well that was by request, sir. My shields are of the highest standard. And my mail! Intricate, careful work, best throughout the kingdom. Far better protection than any of your cheap leather.

[Alarra]

Alarra skips cheerfully over to the arguing men, "Now honestly...you both make simply lovely armor, both types of which are in demand by very different types of folks. There's no call to be fighting over it."

Once she's ascertained that they have in fact, focused on her, rather than their argument, she pulls a basket from behind her back. "Now then, how about some pie? Or flowers?" A bouquet of daisies and tulips has somehow appeared in her hand.