Netherworld II [Concluded]

[pevergreen]

Nah, I'll probably turn on you in the mid-to-endgame, just for kicks.

Americans.

[a completely inoffensive name]

Forgot that yesterday I should have voted, thought it was today.

[seireikhaan]

Just a reminder, 9 hours left to get ordrers in.

[seireikhaan]

Right, sorry folks, I kinda just crashed this morn'. Have things up asap.

[seireikhaan]

Chaos... fear... rage... ah.... It was all so? Quaint? Yes, that was the word Yaropolk was looking for. All the small, weak, pathetic ones who could not handle it should never have come. What had they expected down in a place that was ruled by Hades? A meadow of flowers? Well, there was a meadow of flowers, but the plants were carnivorous, so that didn't quite count towards the idea he was going for. Either way, what mattered was that he was ready, and that far too many weren't. He kept his gaze alert as he kept his guard up at the entrance to the encampment. None would pass...

In the distance, far to his left, he could see a cloud of dust being kicked up from the dirt. Something was obviously moving at quite a speed. Yaropolk grabbed his trusty spear, turned to his left, and leveraged his stance. Within twenty seconds, he could see that which was running towards him. Within thirty seconds, the source of the commotion had halted before him. Easily the being's most defining feature was it's elongated face, bent in cruel anger. In its right hand, it held a curved dagger. Yaropolk waited for it to make the first movie. With a snarl, it obliged, taking a two-step towards Yaropolk and taking a swipe with the knife. Yaropolk ducked to his left, and thrust his spear at the attacker. The attacker twirled on the spot, seizing the with one hand the spear. Yaropolk attempted to pull it back, but the intruder was strong enough to hold on. With a quick strike, it sliced the spear in half with the dagger in its other hand, causing Yaropolk to tumble backwards. The intruder seized the advantage, leaping wildly at him, swinging the dagger with a large arc. Yaropolk managed to roll to his right to avoid the blow, but the intruder was relentless. Immediately it began its course again, forcing Yaropolk to roll to his left again. However, he was just too late this time. The intruder managed to slash his ankle during mid roll. Yaropolk tumbled to the ground when he attempted to get up, failed by his wounded ankle. The intruder immediately leaped onto its immobilized target, landing on Yaropolk's chest. Continued dagger blades struck at every vulnerable place, too fast and frenetic to be held back. The intruder carved its victim, slicing the head off, slicing the arms off, slicing the arms at the elbow, slicing the knees apart, slicing the legs off, slicing the ankles apart. Whatever was left of Yaropolk by the time all was finished was was hardly recognizable....






Csargo sat at the northeastern edge of the compound. This whole thing was really quite dull. Ok, a few vanished, a few were mauled, but whatever... this sort of thing happens all the time, right? Ah, well... he started to doze off, resting his back next to the fence. He was near blissful sleep when a noise akin to running awoke him. He snapped awake, just in time to see ATPG before he was picked up at the neck. "I LIIIIIIVE" ATPG whispered angrily. "I TOLD YOU, NONE SUCH AS THAT FOOL COULD KILL ME!" Csargo's eyes opened wide. Now, this was quite interesting. ATPG had a short sword in his left hand. "SEE THIS?" He asked Csargo. "SEE THIS? I WILL SLAY YOU, AND YOU WILL JOIN ME!" However, as he finished his proclamation, the arm holding Csargo pinned to the wall snapped at the shoulder joint and fell to the ground. Yet, a mixture of fear and wonderment rooted Csargo to the spot. "NOOOO!" ATPG roared. "THERE IS NO TIME!" With that as his warning, his left hand rotated awkwardly, bring the sword to bear on Csargo's skull. The sword was apparently of substandard make, for though it did indeed slice, it got caught a third of the way through Csargo's skull, preventing a clean slice. Nonetheless, ATPG's victim collapsed to the ground, quite slain. ATPG began shambling off, only to have his legs fail him. They tore apart at the knees, and ATPG finally lay unmoving after collapsing near his victim.





Captain Blackadder sighed. He was sitting far up the mountain, watching ATPG and Csargo struggle. The two seemed like they were both fairly well done for. He heard rocks crumbling behind him down the mountainside. He swiveled his head to see behind him. An impressive sight for a rugged mountainside. A rider had somehow managed to make it up the mountain while atop a water bison. "I must congratulate you, that must have been quite difficult getting your ride all the way up here!" The rider nodded solemnly. It reached down to the steed's right side, and grabbed a length of rope. "Setting up camp here?" Captain Blackddder asked. It merely shook its head. It began fiddling with the rope, and after a few seconds of well-practiced craft, a loop had been made. Captain Blackadder was feeling a bit more cautious. "Well, if you must excuse me, I really must be going," he told the rider. It shook its head once more. This was problematic. The only path down was occupied.... With little in the way of warning, the rider flung the lasso at Captain Blackadder. He decided at that second there was only one way of survival. He rolled out of the way of the lasso, attempting to cling to the rock face. However, it failed to support, and crumbled beneath his feet. His footing collapsed beneath him, and Captain Blackadder fell crashing down the mountain...






Down at the swamp's edge, a flying creature descended to the ground. Someone got off the creature, petting its nose a couple times and offering it a small bit of food. It then hushed the beast, and told it he would return soon. The rider then turned to the business at hand. He pulled a longsword from its sheath, and grabbed the shield which had hung from his back. The entrance to a dank cave at the meeting of the mountain's edge and the marsh stood before him. He took a deep breath, and took the plunge, so to speak. He expected such a cave to be eternally dark, yet the further he went, the more a gentle shimmer seemed to come from the walls themselves. After roughly five minutes of venturing, a voice called out to the the spelunker. "Welcome, welcome! I do so enjoy visitors! Please, please, come in, come in!" The voice seemed to come from deeper in the cave, so he continued his trek. However, after another ten minutes, he seemed to have made no progress. The cave path never deviated, never changed. "I told you, please come in!" The voice called to him.

"Where?!" He responded in exasperation. Where do I go? I have been trying to come, and yet I go nowhere!"

"Right here, dumb dumb!" The screechy voice came from behind him. He twirled on the spot, and found a strange little creature before him. A small antelope stood before him, with the wings of a dragon and the head of a man. "Now, come in!" it screeched. "Master wishes to see you!" It walked up to the cave wall, and licked it. A door appeared on the spot. "Well?" it asked. "Are you coming in?"

"Er, yes." he answered. The beast pushed the door and it swung open. When he followed it in, a flash of light blinded him, and when he could see, he was out upon the glacier that was in the distance. A man was sitting cross-legged before him on the ice, seeming quite content with the howling, bitter winds. He staggered for a second, far too many questions on his mind. He approached the man, staggering in the uncomfortable conditions. "Are you the master?" He asked him.

"The master? Why, who would that be?" That voice...

"Where is the beast?!" He asked the man. "How did I get here? How can you simply sit here and meditate?"

"Oh dear, too many questions," the man responded. Yes, that was the voice!

"YOU'RE THE BEAST!" he accused. The man smiled. "Now, one last time, where is your master?!" The man just continued smiling, then closed his eyes once more and continued meditating. "That's it, I've had enough of this!" he raged. He swung his blade down upon the man's skull. It cleaved open in two, but the man still smiled, still sat in his meditative pose.

"Oh no, now you've done it!" A different voice shrieked from nowhere. "That was terribly rude of you!" I'm afraid you'll need to be punished for that!" Without warning, the glacier under him and the man collapsed, and the two fell into darkness.....

Upon waking, he found himself back in the eerie, glowing cave. He still had his sword, his shield. The man from before was up against the wall, still sitting serenely while his head was carved in two from top to nose. He stood up, looked around. In the distance, there was something, someone. He ran towards it. After a minute or so, he could see it. Another man. Suddenly, another bright light flashed in his eyes, and he stumbled. When he got up, the new man was before him. Garish makeup adorned his face, making him pale as snow. Sharp teeth gave the man a rather terrifying smile. "Now, about your punishment..." it spoke.

"So, you are the master," he asked it.

"Why, I suppose I would be," it answered him, tilting its head for little apparent reason. "I don't see why you're so intent on barging into my home though. And as I said, you were quite rude to Willy!"

"I haven't time for any more of this!" he yelled. He thrust the blade into the gut of the strange little man.

"AAAAAAHH!" the man screamed. "The pain, the pain, oh, the pa- oh whatever, you're no fun!" There was a faint pop. And in an instant, the cave disappeared. He was in the encampment... He looked back to his sword. There was no longer the man impaled on it. Instead, Peasant Phill held a shocked look as he struggled in his final moments, having taken the the mad creature's place on the weapon.


"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" he bellowed in frustration before storming out of the place, leaving the corpse behind.




Alive: 28

A1_Unit
A completely inoffensive name
Andres
Atheotes
Beefy187
Beskar
CCRunner
Centurion1
Chaotix
Cultured Drizzt fan
Diamondeye
Double A
GeneralHankerchief
johnhugthom
Jooray
Kralizec
pevergreen
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
scottishranger
Scienter
Sigurd
Sprig
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Winston Hughes
woad&fangs
YLC


Slain: 10

A Very Super Market (N1)
Khazaar (N1)
White_eyes:D (N1)
Captain C (N2)
splitpersonality (N2)
slashandburn (N2)
Captain Blackadder (N3)
Peasant Phill (N3)
Yaropolk (N3)
Csargo (N3)



Lynched: 2

Seon (D1)
Askthepizzaguy (D2)




DAY 3 BEGINS NOW! YOU HAVE 36 HOURS.

[Thermal]

Ouch.....


vote ACIN

[TinCow]

Interesting. Yaropolk contacted me after the day phase with concerns about Csargo. On that basis, I blocked Csargo last night, which is think is visible in the form of him falling asleep. I find it very odd, however, that both Yaropolk and Csargo were killed on the very night Yaropolk contacted me with suspicions of Csargo. Here is the full conversation:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

No. I'll see what I can do.

I was investigated and contacted by investigator. He didn't share info with me but said he had info about csargo from a third party, but wont be able to investigate tonight. Do you have a better suspect?

TC, you're driving me nuts man. I am 99% certain that by now you've been investigated, but there is always that 1% chance. Have any investigators contacted you yet? If not I suggest you make a post "hey investigators contact me ok pls thx bye!"

If they have, I have a message to pass along to them. Let me know.

Unfortunately, I have not been contacted by an investigators. If they're out there, they're keeping their mouths shut. I don't see much point in asking to be investigated. Any investigator paying attention would already know to look at me eventually, and any investigator not paying attention would never notice such a request.

Like I said, I have a tip for the investigators, and right now you're the closest thing to a CI that we have. I think we could form a townie network around you if you put feelers out in the thread.

Well, I am in touch with two people who each claim a somewhat unusual role. Neither is an investigator, but one claims to have an ability which would be able to detect a killer in a slightly different way. If your information deals with a specific person that you think is a killer, I might be able to put it to use.

Do me a favor, roleblock Csargo tonight, or ask your investigator friend to get him.

Is this based on anything more than what you've said in the thread?

My main concern from this is the person who contacted Yaropolk. That person claimed to be an investigator, but didn't get their info on Csargo from their own results, AND they couldn't investigate last night for some odd reason. That sounds wrong to me.

[edit]Also, I believe this may be the role of the person who killed slashandburn and Csargo.

[ULC]

Vote: Atheotes

[Beskar]

Interesting. Yaropolk contacted me after the day phase with concerns about Csargo. On that basis, I blocked Csargo last night, which is think is visible in the form of him falling asleep. I find it very odd, however, that both Yaropolk and Csargo were killed on the very night Yaropolk contacted me with suspicions of Csargo. Here is the full conversation:

My main concern from this is the person who contacted Yaropolk. That person claimed to be an investigator, but didn't get their info on Csargo from their own results, AND they couldn't investigate last night for some odd reason. That sounds wrong to me.

[edit]Also, I believe this may be the role of the person who killed slashandburn and Csargo.

There is also the other option that you are this Vetala person, as it doesn't seem that he was roleblocked at all. However, Captain Blackadder seemed to be watching, was he an investigator seeing what would happen? Could you tell us more Cpt. BA?

Also, there is the argument that confessed as a pro-town role, but no one has attempted to kill you. Any explanations to that?

[Double A]

That's strange... either an inventor, jack-of-all-trades, or that guy was lying.

Well I was actually hoping people would be wise enough to remove their votes from me, so we could skip the lynching of me process and go directly to the next round's suspect.

That didn't happen, Pizza miscalculated, adds 1 point to getting himself killed on the big scoreboard.

How many points do you have?

[Scienter]

[edit]Also, I believe this may be the role of the person who killed slashandburn and Csargo.

The Vetala doesn't have any of its limbs fall off after killing its victim. That seems pretty important.

[atheotes]

[edit]Also, I believe this may be the role of the person who killed slashandburn and Csargo.

I would have never made that association...even though i am from India. The Wikipedia version is not exactly the one i heard/read growing up. Vetalas are spirits and usually controlled by a mage or someone with magical prowess. They themselves do not have any aspirations. It is plausible that the host could have a different interpretation or taken some creative license. i doubt it though.

The water buffalo rider is definitely Yama - Hindu lord of death.

after starting to read Peasant Phil's kill writeup i had images from "clash of the titans" and thought it was a Hero role doing a vigilante kill...