Then there were None [Concluded]

[Yaropolk]

Greyblades just discriminates against the Doljonijiarnimorinars because we are Swedes.

[A Very Super Market]

I believe I should be getting my character name in around this time.......

A tanned and wizened gentlemen of proper birth rises from a darkened corner. He begins to enter the circle of discussion when he pauses with a disturbed look on his face. Slowly, he turns around and shrinks into the corner once more, returning with a prouder bearing, and a battered old salacot gracing his twiney gray strands of hair.

I see this is a bad moment to join in. I must apologize, I took an extended rest, for I've only just arrived from Ceylon. You see, one does begin to take to rest at odd times if you become accustomed to living in the tropics. However, I do believe that I've conquered the limits of my sleep cycle, and am glad to be given the chance to combat this murderer.

I am Montgomery Phillips Tullens-Wesley-Hayborough. Not in a position to inherit, for my father was a man with exceptionally energetic loins, I resolved to travel the world free of constraints. My brothers, they either waited hopefully for their elder to die due to "accidents", or meandering about as officers, are all but dead now. It's an ironic situation. I've no love for Herefordshire. When you have seen the dark forests of Canada, the impenetrable jungles of India, and all the farthest reaches of our glorious empire, you are left with no wonder at our native landscape.

Of course, someone is killing people here. A more pressing matter than my history.

[Greyblades]

I live!
Sorry about that but someone turned off my internet connection last night and I only got back online just now. The writeup's coming in afew minutes.

[Greyblades]

Did I say minutes, I meant hours
I cant remember if he gave his name or not so the victim's name is "Instert name here" for the time being.

As everyone retired to thier rooms to secure their doors and thier windows Insert name wasn't going to sit around and get picked off. He made his way out the back door and into the garden shed with the intention of finding a weapon. It was raining and being soaked through wasn't making Insert name here's efforts any easier but after afew minutes he managed to break off the lock and open the door.
"Find what you're looking for?"
"Ah... shi-"
Thack

Thermal Mercury: Townie. Skull smashed in by shovel.

Alive:

johnhughthom
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Centurion1
atheotes
Yaropolk
Renata
Captain Blackadder
A Very Super Market
Choxorn
Methos
Joooray

Dead:

Double A: Hank Scorpio, townie, Killed by a blow to the head with a wrench in the library and dismembered post mortum.
Yarpolk: Lord Doljonijiarnimorinar, Townie. Confined to room.
Thermal Mercury: Townie. Back of the skull caved in by shovel.

Day 2.

[Thermal]

Cheers...

[Centurion1]

vote: choxorn

[Choxorn]

Do you have a reason, or did you just get me with random.org?

If neither, I must vote for you.

[Joooray]

vote: choxorn

Sounds resonable. Vote: Choxorn.

[Renata]

Me I'll vote: Methos just to see if he can talk me out of it.

[Yaropolk]

Sounds resonable. Vote: Choxorn.

Sounds scummy, you should lynch Jooray.

[atheotes]

Sounds resonable. Vote: Choxorn.

what sounds reasonable?
vote: Jooray