Traits WW: The misty isle

[C'nor]

Originally Posted by Vesth

"Then what do you care for my lady? What story do you have to share that influences you so, such that the the affairs of others become naught but a nuisance?"

The violinist asks, the bow hardly slowing, though the music took on a more sombre note, the lulls and pulls longer to accomodate its master's current state of mind.

"Who says I have any story to share? Rather arrogant, is it not, to assume that my tale is for your ears?", she says, sounding a bit amused. "But since you seem to enjoy music, perhaps I could interest you in a competition?

((Assuming he agrees:))

Spoiler

((Lines with links are stolen/paraphrased from 'Over The Hills and Far Away' by Nightwish, ones without are by me.))

With that, she starts an intricate dance, the sea mist behind her shifting into an androgynous figure, playing a haunting melody on a flute, a moment after she does; apparently, the name Seasinger wasn't given to her without reason.

"I met a huntress far from here; no port was she tied to.
Half her name was Chyhrawynian*, the rest I never knew.
They came for her one winter's night; to arrest her they were bound.
They said that she had killed a man, her arrows had been found.

They marched her to the station house, we waited for the dawn.
And as they led her to the dock, we knew that she'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of murder," she heard the bailiff say.
She knew without an alibi, that night I'd mourn her freedom.

Over the hills and far away, for ten long years she'd count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas, a prisoner's life for her there'd be.
She knew that it would cost her dear, but yet she dared not say.
Where she had been that fateful night, a secret it must stay.

She had to fight the tears of rage, her heart beat like a drum.
For with me in a marriage bed, she spent her final night of freedom.
Over the hills and far away, she swore that she'd return some day.
Far from the mountains and the sea, back in my arms was where she'd be.
Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and, over the hills, and over the hills and far away.

Each day within her prison cell, she read the letters that I wrote; one day she'd know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills and far away, I prayed she would return one day.
She swore she would come back to me, as sure as the rivers reach the sea.
Far from the mountains and the sea, back in my arms was where she'd be.

I was her sister we had said, and so a letter they sent to me.
Five years it was that she'd been gone; I hoped to hear she was set free.
But as I read no words would form, I only cried, for that cell was where she died.
And as the tears began to run, I cursed the law 'gainst what we'd done.

Over the hills and far away, my prayers unmet will always stay.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea, she never will come back to me.
Far from the mountains and the sea, back in her arms I will not be..."

*Which, since this looks Welsh, but isn't, and thus shouldn't be pronounced as though it is, is pronounced 'Chigh-hruh-win-ee-an'.

[Internet Flea]

Originally Posted by C'nor

"But since you seem to enjoy music, perhaps I could interest you in a competition?

"Music competition? Can me join?"

Ogremight Breakback pulls out his massive drums and begins bashing them with all his strength.


"Waaah, Waaah, Waaah, the song
Waaah Waaah all day long
Waaah Waaah Waaah the song
WAAAAAAAAAGHHH!"

[C'nor]

...I can't tell if that's supposed to have actually happened or not. Clarify, please?

[Internet Flea]

Originally Posted by C'nor

...I can't tell if that's supposed to have actually happened or not. Clarify, please?

It's Ogremight Breakback, the orcish bard, reprising the glorious instrumentation of "The Waaah Song". (And yes, of course it just happened!)

[C'nor]

Originally Posted by Internet Flea

It's Ogremight Breakback, the orcish bard, reprising the glorious instrumentation of "The Waaah Song". (And yes, of course it just happened!)

That's a reference to the D&D 4e WW game, right?

And in that case, did he wait until Leshi had finished her song, or simply jump right in when she suggested a competition?

[Internet Flea]

Originally Posted by C'nor

That's a reference to the D&D 4e WW game, right?

And in that case, did he wait until Leshi had finished her song, or simply jump right in when she suggested a competition?

He waited for her song to finish. Ogremight is nothing if not polite.

[Penguinator]

Reference made my day.

[Vesth]

Originally Posted by C'nor

"Who says I have any story to share? Rather arrogant, is it not, to assume that my tale is for your ears?", she says, sounding a bit amused. "But since you seem to enjoy music, perhaps I could interest you in a competition?

((Assuming he agrees:))

Spoiler

((Lines with links are stolen/paraphrased from 'Over The Hills and Far Away' by Nightwish, ones without are by me.))

With that, she starts an intricate dance, the sea mist behind her shifting into an androgynous figure, playing a haunting melody on a flute, a moment after she does; apparently, the name Seasinger wasn't given to her without reason.

"I met a huntress far from here; no port was she tied to.
Half her name was Chyhrawynian*, the rest I never knew.
They came for her one winter's night; to arrest her they were bound.
They said that she had killed a man, her arrows had been found.

They marched her to the station house, we waited for the dawn.
And as they led her to the dock, we knew that she'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of murder," she heard the bailiff say.
She knew without an alibi, that night I'd mourn her freedom.

Over the hills and far away, for ten long years she'd count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas, a prisoner's life for her there'd be.
She knew that it would cost her dear, but yet she dared not say.
Where she had been that fateful night, a secret it must stay.

She had to fight the tears of rage, her heart beat like a drum.
For with me in a marriage bed, she spent her final night of freedom.
Over the hills and far away, she swore that she'd return some day.
Far from the mountains and the sea, back in my arms was where she'd be.
Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and, over the hills, and over the hills and far away.

Each day within her prison cell, she read the letters that I wrote; one day she'd know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills and far away, I prayed she would return one day.
She swore she would come back to me, as sure as the rivers reach the sea.
Far from the mountains and the sea, back in my arms was where she'd be.

I was her sister we had said, and so a letter they sent to me.
Five years it was that she'd been gone; I hoped to hear she was set free.
But as I read no words would form, I only cried, for that cell was where she died.
And as the tears began to run, I cursed the law 'gainst what we'd done.

Over the hills and far away, my prayers unmet will always stay.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea, she never will come back to me.
Far from the mountains and the sea, back in her arms I will not be..."

*Which, since this looks Welsh, but isn't, and thus shouldn't be pronounced as though it is, is pronounced 'Chigh-hruh-win-ee-an'.

Competition? Why not? (though if you're asking me to put up lyrics, I'll be hard pressed. I'm that weird guy in the group which refuses to listen to much other than band and piano music).

Also, too tired to RP at the moment. Will attempt in the morning *yawn*

[Vesth]

"A competition, my dear?" he contemplated, musing at the suggestion.

"I would be delighted to accept. You have a lovely voice, my dear, and you" he said, grimacing slightly at Ogremight Breakback, "is very...unique. And now is my turn, I believe? I think a sad song is in order?

[bladescape]

Originally Posted by Penguinator

Reference made my day.

Agreed with this. Ogremight always returns.

[Lex-Kat]

*POKE*

[Penguinator]

Sorry, delay is partially my fault. TBF and I were RPing together, and he's the one getting lynched, so I asked Rune if he'd let Programmer and I write the narration.

[TBFProgrammer]

And partially mine. My father has been in the hospital and I was unable to get on to post much of anything, starting just a little after Penguinator sent the request.

So yeah, sorry.

[Lex-Kat]

Aww. You two are making me feel bad. Hope your father is doing well, TBF. *Hugs*

[RuneboundShade]

Ah okay, I'll see what I can make of what they RPed now, I'm pretty sure they're finished. (*cough* I was totally here and waiting for them to finish rping *cough* (Though more seriously, I didn't end up doing the narration because of Pengi/tbf originally, later though I haven't got on in a couple of days.))

Anways, Narration should be up shortly, Some people have already sent night actions in, but for those of you who haven't, you'll have 24/48 hours after the narration to send night actions in. (24 only if I've received them all by then.)

[C'nor]

So... Since it's time for night actions, can I have my role now, please?

[Penguinator]

Originally Posted by RuneboundShade

Ah okay, I'll see what I can make of what they RPed now, I'm pretty sure they're finished.

What, are you saying we're not getting any credit now? Worked hard on that narration.

[RuneboundShade]

Originally Posted by Penguinator

What, are you saying we're not getting any credit now? Worked hard on that narration.

Wait, when did I say you weren't getting any credit? It's me who will have not done anything with this next narration.

[RuneboundShade]

Ga'arin Rookblade shook his head furiously. "Where is he? Have you found him?" He paused, waving his blade around. "There! There it is! Good! Found his scent!" He trudged up the steps of a large building that appeared to belong to someone of incredible resources. "This must be it, it looks perfect for him. Perfect." He rapped on the door, and a well-built man opened it without unlatching it. He glared at him without speaking. The Daicchi looked around frantically. "I have to find him, I know he's in there!"
The large man only shook his head. "Appointment?"
The Daicchi glared. "Hahahahaha!? Appointment? I'll show you an appointment!" His blade easily sliced through the chain keeping the door closed. He kicked it open and shoved past the large man.
The large man gave him a stern look, rubbing at a mark on his chest. An odd mark, a circle surrounding a fire. He shook his head, taking a sword down from off the wall and swinging at the Daicchi. The Daicchi's own sword immediately blocked the attack, and the evil red eyes glared at the man. "I did not want to kill you when I came in. You have rapidly changed my mind." The large man's eyes widened as the blade he held was knocked from his hand. The Daicchi swordsman ran him through, wiping his sword on a curtain with a remorseful look. "I know, I know. You are hungry, but he was all wrong." He slid his finger along the blade's edge, drawing blood. "It will only take a moment, just a moment. Then we will have him. Aha.. Ahahahahaha!"

Much to the man's annoyance, the Count was one who favored discussion. Unable to escape he was forced to weave a Monk's livelihood into his travels.

As his tale wound through the various towns and lands, though, he began to relax. Here he would certainly be safe. Here where the guards trusted him, rather than chasing him. It was really too bad they would all have to die before he left.

After all, that noise.

At the sound of the cruel laughter echoing through the building, the Count stood up from his table. The monk sitting next to him did not stir, merely reaching farther into his robes. The door slammed open, and there stood a Daicchi swordsman. "I foooound you!" His voice rang out as he stepped closer into the room. The Count grew nervous, but the Daicchi only gave him a look. "I'm not here for you. I'm here for him."

He tried to jump up and flee but it was too late, the door was open and a warrior stood within it. The Count went pale and open his mouth to stammer. The man turned and tripped on the expensive chair beneath him...

The Daicchi laughed cruelly. "Is that all you've got? Come, now, you haven't put up a chase for so long just to fall down and die!" He waved the blade mockingly, grinning all the while. "Come, Black Painter. I've been waiting."

He stopped. That name... It had been a while since anyone had recognized him as such. The Count gasped audibly, and he sprang up, drawing a blade. "I don't know how you know who I am, but you are right in that I will not easily surrender."

The Daicchi grimaced cruelly. "Ga'arin Rookblade." He edged closer to his target, wiping his lip, fangs bared. "Bounty Hunter. You've killed a few too many for me to let you go. You're worth a fair price, in the right circles." He held the blade aloft, looking at it for a moment. "And this... is Swatch." He swung the blade at the man's head, but he was able to block the blow. The Black Painter countered with a blow, knocking the Daicchi off balance. The Daicchi recovered, swinging his blade again at the Painter's head. The Painter dodged, and struck rapidly at the Daicchi's chest. The Daicchi parried the blow, then called, "Now!" A piercing shriek was heard, and the Black Painter staggered to keep his balance and cover his ears. The Daicchi grinned. He slashed through his target's chest, dropping him to his knees. "Any last words?" He pondered a moment, then flicked the blade upward, through the man's heart. "Good. Hope they were biting."
After finishing off his target, the Daicchi covered his blade in blood. "Yes, yes! Now we must feast! Hahahahaha!"
He heard a bell toll, and the sound of running feet and clanking armor. The Count shouted, "In here! He's in here! Daicchi! Daicchi!"
The swordsman stood stock still, pondering his next course of action. "Damnation." First things first, he swiped an emblem from inside the dead man's robes, to prove he had killed the Black Painter. He leapt through an open window in the dining room, elbowing past the Count as he did so.

Narration, as written by penguinator and TBF

Spoiler

TBF died, he was Balli'am stonekeeper, a Member of poverty

Night 1 started a while ago, and will end when I've gotten all the night actions

[bladescape]

...

So. Killing a Mason Day one. ...

[Count Dingdong]

Back and... Missed nothing? Oh and pardon any future inactivity. Without power all around me and on a friend's comp. Nighty-night time right now, right? So I don't have much now anyway. G'night and see y'all later.

[Tom the Mime]

So is this still going?

[RuneboundShade]

Yep, I've just been really lenient with the night actions, as only 50% got them in on the original time line.

I should have the narration up today.

[Count Dingdong]

Today as in...?

[RuneboundShade]

Sorry, as in the next couple of hours.

EDIT: Gah, bad time management. I'll do it first thing tomorrow.

[Vesth]

Your turn on Insanowar too, I believe.

[RuneboundShade]

Jed Cra'll Walked slowly along the top of the wall, a torch held in his hand. No Daicchi was going to pass along here on his watch, while he was here the mistress could sleep safe.

Then he realised that the central building of the isle was quiet, a little too quiet, maybe he should investigate.
As he was pondering this, someone spoke.

"Shouldn't you be watching for people coming the other way? I mean, it would be terrible, if say, a Daicchi were come walking along," the snake faced individual theorised, "And stick something sharp into your chest, like..... this." He said, sticking a large knife into the man's chest.

The man looked at the dagger dazed, Then, with a dagger stuck into his chest, proceeded to fling his arm forward and knock the Daicchi to the ground. "What the heck are you doing on this isle? It was meant to be a safe haven, we were meant to be finally free," He raged, "Why did you have to come and ruin that peace?"

A blade promptly flicked out of the bottom of the Daicchi's boot, which he swung to chop off part of the guards leg. "We did it because... we enjoy harming others," He remarked coldly, "And what you find beautiful, my kind found ugly."

The man pulled the dagger from his chest and flung it at the Daicchi. The Daicchi rolled sideways to avoid this, he did, however, fall off the wall.
A thud was heard on the ground below, and someone raised the alarm.
The dim figure of the Daicchi limping away was barely visible to the Guard as he breathed his last few breaths.

Spoiler

C'Nor Died, he was killed by The Sadist
No card flip for night kills

Player list:

Spoiler

##	Name	Role	Death?
01	Penguinator
02	Ramsus
03	Usourselves&we
04	Vesth
05	Chaos redefined
06	Tom the mime
07	cd4
08	Istari
09	TBFProgrammer	Mason	Day1
10	Gray Mage
11	Lex-kat
12	Grue bait
13	Ur-Quan
14	Internet Flea
15	Matthias
16	Count DingDong
17	C'Nor	*Unknown	Night1
18	Ebonwolf
19	Bookboy
20	Bladescape

Day 2 begins late, and ends after 72 hours, or when a lynch is decided

[Lex-Kat]

Well, I don't know about all of you, but I'm a little suspicious of someone named: Chaos Redifined.

[Matthias2207]

Care to elaborate, Lex-Kat? Because I'm told you're not town...

[Vesth]

And I'm told bladescape is not town. Did the same person tell the both of us these vaguely cryptic pieces of information, Matthias?

(Also, reminder for the 4e game. We're all waiting for you.)