A Dyscworlde WereWolfe: Dei In Machina

[Dr. Bath]

((Well damnnaggit! Second death today...

The Silver horde shall return and your villages will all be pillaged! For soft toilet paper...))

[Andre Fairchilde]

To Cohen and the Horde - In loving tribute to the book and directly quoted
from Pratchett's "The Last Hero":

'Now is the time to panic,' said Rincewind. The stricken Kite continued to scrape across the flagstones in a growing smell of scorched wood.

A pale hand reached past Rincewind.

'It would be advisable,' said Leonard, 'to hold onto something.'

He pulled a small handle labled 'Sekarb.'

Now the Kite stopped. in a very dynamic sort of way.

The gods looked down.

A hatch opened in the strange wooden bird. It fell off and rolled a little way. The gods saw a figure get out. He appeared, in many ways, to be a hero, except that he was far too clean.

He looked around, removed his helmet and saluted.

'Good afternoon, O mighty ones' he said. 'I do apologise, but this should not take long. And may I take this opportunity to say on behalf of the people on the Disc that you are doing a wonderful job here.'

He marched towards the Horde, past the atonished gods, and stopped in front of Cohen.

'Cohen the Barbarian?'

'What's it to you?' said Cohen, mystified.

'I am Captain Carrot of the Ankh-Morporck City Watch, and i hereby arrest you on a charge of conspiracy to end the world. You need not say anything -'

'I don't intend to say anything,' said Cohen, raising his sword 'I'm just gonna cut your -ing head off.'

'Hold it, hold it,' said Boy Willie urgently. 'Do you know who we all are?'

'Yessir. I belive so. You are Boy Willie, aka Mad Bill, Wilhelm the Chopper, the Great -'

'And you are going to arrest us? You say you are some kind of a watchman?'

'That is correct sir.'

'We must've killed hundreds of watchmen in our time, lad!'

'I'm sorry to hear that, sir.'

''ow much do they pay you, boy?' said Caleb.

'Forty-three dollars a month, Mr Ripper. With allowances.'

The Horde burst out laughing. The Carrot drew his sword.

'I must insist, sir. What you are planning to do will destroy the world.'

"Only this bit, lad' said Cohen. 'Now you could go off home and -'

'I'm being patient sir, out of respect for your grey hairs.'

There was a further burst of laughing and Mad Hamish had to be slapped on the back.

'Just a moment, boys,' said Mrs McGarry quietly. 'Are we thinking this one through? Look around you.'

They looked around.

'Well?' Cohen demanded?

"There's me, and you,' said Vena, 'Truckle and Boy Willie and Hamish and Caleb and the minstrel.'

'So? So?'

'That's seven,' said Vena. 'Seven of us, against one of him. Seven against one. And he thinks he's going to save the world. And he knows who we are and he's still going to fight us...'

'You think he's a hero?' cackled Mad Hamish. "Hah! Wha' kind o' hero works for forty-three dollars a month! Plus allowances!'

But the cackle was all alone in the sudcden quietness. The horde could calculate the peculiar mathmatics of herosim quite quickly.

There was and always was, at the start and finish... the Code. They lived by the Code. You followed the Code, and you became part of the Code for those who followed you. The Code was it. Without the Code, you werent a hero. You were a thug in a loincloth.

The Code was quite clear. One brave man against seven... won. They knew it was true. In the past, the'd all relied on it. The higher the odds, the greater the victory. That was the Code.

Forget the Code, dismiss the Code, deny the Code... and the Code would take you.

They looked down at Captain Carrot's sword. It was short, sharp and plain. It was a working sword. It had no runes on it. No mystic gleam twinkled on its edge.

If you belived in the Code, that was worrying. One simple sword in the hands of a truly brave man would cut through a magical swrd like suet.

It wasn't a frightening thought, but it was a thought.

Cohen and the Horde were found and defeated by Captain Carrot. Valkries descended, and took these warriors to heaven to fight and drink in Valhalla.

[Zar Peter]

There are some night actions missing!

And I don't think Andre will extend the night just because of that.

(But he has my permission for educational reasons).

[Andre Fairchilde]

(Probably not. This is a timed game. 2.5 hours from what I see. Please send in night action PMs to myself and ZP. I'm working to clear out my PM box )

[Dr. Bath]

((Yay! Awesomes. Probably my favourite Discworld book (in terms of laughs per page anyway) if you include the illustrations.))

"Order! Order!" shouts blind Io, missing the sound block with his gavel, istead hitting a Sminthqueak, a small mouse headed god of things that go 'squeak' when you stand on them.

Squeak!

The gods of Dunmanifestin finally fall silent.

"Right." Io coughs and adjusts his toga, "We have a problem. Specifically a grey and heroic problem." he gestures to Thur, who is sitting in the corner sobbing silently into his drinking horn, "Thur here has been having problems in his afterlife with a 'Silver Hor-"

"What? I thought they were thtill alive!" lisps Offler.

"Well, they're dead now. And they're messing up eternity for everyone else in Valhalla."

"Can't we thmite them?"

"...Not really. They're dead, you thee- I mean see."

"...Well. Thith ith boring. Want to play dungeonth and dithathterth?"

"Sorry...what?"

***

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[Andre Fairchilde]

The assassin’s dormitory was deserted at this time of night. They were all out on some form of mission – either spy missions, or delivering the final farewell. A solitary figure in black exited the room from the window, scaled the wall to the roof, and sprinted toward the highest point in Ankh-Morpork.

It’s not easy to be invisible in the city of Ankh-Morpork, but it is easy to be ignored. Hundreds of people of various races saw the assassin streak from roof to roof across the city, but no one cared much.

The structure was immense – towering over the city. It had dozens of buildings attached to it, and a continual dinner party. Above the party, the assassin could vaguely hear some moans.

Climbing the outside wall was child’s play – it was more to keep the curious out, then anyone really dangerous. After all – what sane person would break into the Unseen University?

Scaling the wall of the tower, the assassin worked his way up using finger and toe holds.

As he scaled higher, the moans seemed to grow louder – and the occasional explosive sounds of…. better leave that unsaid.

Inside a room he found his target, but attacking a wizard like this seemed to be more mercy killing. He wasn’t sure who sent the order, but perhaps it was one of the wizard’s peers…

It only took a moment to poison the antacid with acid, and replace the water and fluids with cyanide. He watched as the sick wizard drank the poisoned water, and expire.

Spoiler

Show

Malmagor Andrigal was assassinated as he lie sick from eating a sausage from CMOT Dibbler. Malmagor Andrigal was either Ponder Stibbons (Scryer) or Rincewind (Fool).

NIGHT 6 ENDS - DAY 7 BEGINS!
DAY 7 WILL END IN 48 HOURS - TUESDAY, FEB 12TH
OR 9PM EST (U.S.) -6 GMT

[blademaster42]

Detritus was, as usual, puzzled. People around the city were dropping dead left and right. More often than usual, even. He couldn't put it down to suicides*.
Luckily for him, he sees Willikins (Chunklets) go past, causing him to think to himself:
"Well, I don't have any udder leads, so maybe da Butler really did Do It.



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* which, as has been noted, are very easy to commit in Ankh-Morpork

[banjo1985]

Gaspode finally manages to cough up the sausage that had been stuck in his throat and grimly spat on it.

"Yuck, I didn'y like that one bit....anyhow, Mordokai, why was you trying to lynch a poor little doggy without a home? I would have cried if it weren't for that dam sausage."

Gaspode sits down and scratches his backside with a hind leg.

[Zar Peter]

So, yesterday was a bit low pointing therefore here is the autolynch list:

A Rainy Knight
Banjo1985
Chunklets
Dark Corax
Fin
Haruki-kun
Kasz
Raiser B1ade
topher
whitehelm

Please POINT!!!

[Raiser Blade]

Point at topher

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

The Bursar somehow managed to find his way back to UU, and he's back to roaming the halLs again, when he bumps into Zombie Pixe. He looks down, picks a straY pebble off the floor, and says, Drop the teapot, pick up the goldfish, that's how it ought to go, eh? Too many shoes these days. ANd with that, he Continues on His way.

Look, I found a hidden message. I think Rainy Knight is secretly saying "lynch me" and is trying to taunt us under our noses. Lets put an end to that.

The llama points at Rainy Knight.

P.S. the emphasis is mine.

[Hexed]

The tourist walks around a bit distraught. I will never find my luggage this way. Then he brightens up I could ask for help! The natives ought to know where everything is in their town! He approaches a nearby citizen (Topher) and says "Greetings-hello! I have lost my.. luggage. Have you found my.. luggage?". Word book in hand he waits for a reply.

[Chunklets]

Willikins, now recovered from his cold and on his way to the cleaners (the drapes again - there had been some excitement with one of the dragons), stepped delicately around the sausage so recently returned to the general public by Gaspode (Banjo1985).

"Actually," he thought to himself, "knowing CMOT's usual fare, that sausage has probably been improved..."

[whitehelm]

I point at Mordokai

[CurlyKitGirl]

((Susan Sto Curly was back with avengeance.
This time she was so angry she felt like acting the way her grandfather did years ago.
Who shall I kill this time? Fin? Rainy Knight? Yes; I'll have such glorious fun chasing them, their characters and their players down. Oh, for the hunt.
Susan Sto Curly is clearly not in a nice mood.
She'd been ill for a week, and had a mysterious problem with her PMs that only just sorted itself out.
So she came back expecting that her co-narrators and characters; Zar Vetinari and Andre Vimes had taken care of everything and they had. But those insolent, lazy, beggarly creatures had nought but disregard for the unverse and those twisting the strands that Fate and the lady laid out for them!
Well; she'll smash the board by killing those players. See how they like having their existance untimely plucked from the fabric woven by Yggdrasillia.
She glanced up at the eternal clock of Death as it slowly carved the seconds from the days. "So Day ends at noon tomorrow. I shall be patient one last time. Death is eternal after all."She smiled the grimace of Death and waited quietly.



Time is running out . . . . . ))

[Madmal]

((don't look at me, i only missed my timing once ))

[PhantomFox]

(Uh oh, Curly's mad. EVERYBODY PANIC! *runs off screaming into the night*)

[Kasz]

So, yesterday was a bit low pointing therefore here is the autolynch list:

A Rainy Knight
Banjo1985
Chunklets
Dark Corax
Fin
Haruki-kun
Kasz
Raiser B1ade
topher
whitehelm

Please POINT!!!

I did point yesterday, post 255.

As he is walking past a random citizen thinks he hears a dog (Gaspode) (banjo1985) speak, however dogs can't talk, can they?

Shaking his head he continues onwards.

Edit: Oopsies

[Andre Fairchilde]

(Remember to use RED to point at someone, like: Andre points at Shadow.)

[Haruki-kun]

I think I'm gonna point at Banjo, says the Bard.

((I'm sorry, Curly, I was somewhat busy..... ))

[EmeraldRose]

A whirlwind out of nowhere, suddenly spins around Gaspode/ Banjo, picking him up and tossing him side to side...

Rob, are ya certain this be a ship? It dinnae smell like a ship...smells more like-

Yes I'm certain tis a ship! Wha' else would it be? A dog? Wha' would we be doin' wi' a dog?

Rob I think 'tis a dog...

Well, what's a dog doing dressed up like a ship?!

The whirlwind drops Gaspode and spins away arguing with itself, and the sounds of fightin' are heard...

[Fleeing Coward]

I'll point at Topher .

[Zar Peter]

I did point yesterday, post 255.

As he is walking past a random citizen thinks he hears a dog (Gaspode) (banjo1985) speak, however dogs can't talk, can they?

Shaking his head he continues onwards.

Edit: Oopsies

Post 255 was a point at Dr. Bath from Kasz. That's correct. It was on Game day 4! Now we have Game day 6! But since you voted it's all correct now.

[Kasz]

Post 255 was a point at Dr. Bath from Kasz. That's correct. It was on Game day 4! Now we have Game day 6! But since you voted it's all correct now.

Oh silly me, my bad

[banjo1985]

Gaspode growls at the crowd pointing at him.

"How dare you accuse a conscripted member of the watch! I'm working undercover, and your blowing it! Nobby Nobbs is doing a great dog imression thank you very much! It's Haruki you should suspect!"

Gaspode shows his Watch badge and growls again.

((Lynch another Watch Member why don't you, make the wolves job easier!))

[Zombie pixe]

point at EmeraldRose

[I'm da Rogue!]

Are you guys kidding me?
Who was the 1st one to accuse Banjo? Dr.Bath.

Banjo1985
Look at that little dog, Hamish!
Whut?
I SAID LOOK AT THE WEE DOG!
Oh aye. I'm not hungry.

And who was he?

Dr. Bath was lynched. Dr. Bath was Ymper Trymon (Wolf - Devil).

So, Chunklets, Kasz, Emerald Rose and Haruki are all suspicious to me.

[Fleeing Coward]

Since banjo's claimed to be a watch member, guess I'll follow his lead and see what it leads us to.

Points at Haruki-Kun

[Kasz]

"Gah! It IS a talking dog! Undercover watch member? Well I don't want the watch saying I killed one of their agents now..."

Feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden revelation the random citizen rushes past Haruki the bard.

[Mordokai]

*points at Haruki-kun*