Dragon Age: The Aeducan Succession [Stopped]

[Secura]

If they do screw up so horribly bad that the game is unplayable... maybe we could restart or something without them?

Restarting is not an option. :3

And anyway, I'm gonna be gone Fri-Mon, so don't freak out over my gone-ness.

Duly noted, just send in your night orders... it's likely you'll miss half the day phase and that's all, that way.

Anyways, to everyone else, the writeup will be delayed until the afternoon tomorrow, but it is currently the night phase and I will take any orders via PM. :3

[Secura]

End of Day Three


Inside the Throne Room

By the end of the third day, it had become clear to Duncan that the king's guests seemed to be making some sort of headway into finding Lady Dordan's killer; where before there had been baseless accusations, now there were solid arguments based upon evidence, circumstantial or otherwise. The Grey Warden cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the crowd.

"I must applaud you on your progress today", he smiled wryly, "it seems that, in your quest to find the the Lady's killer, you have set aside any claims to Reenk Roink's discarded warhammer... most commendable."

The tanned Warden handed the heavy-set weapon to his nearby second, who struggled to carry it out of the room; Duncan chuckled lightly to himself, before turning back to the guests and gesturing for a spokesperson to come forth.

Chaotix knelt before the throne, and triumphantly stated "with my efforts, we have collectively decided to throw ArpeggiateTHIS into the prison cells for the night!"

Duncan nodded silently while the crowd murmered in agreement with Chaotix; before the Grey Warden could even contemplate issuing an order to detain ArpeggiateTHIS, the palace guards had already dragged the new inmate away without protestation.

"Before we depart for the night, I believe that there is something you should see", Duncan continued, passing a handful of scrolls to the various guests, "it appears to be a request for business, perhaps one that you may consider should you have the time and coin"

You unfurl the scroll to read a neat, purposeful script:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Esteemed guests of our honourable king,

The quill is mightier than the sword; why waste your hard-earned coin on material trappings when you could spend it on information about your enemies and allies?

The Watchers will gladly exchange their information for your coin; whether it be existing information or a target of your choosing, you can be assured that our service works to a high standard and will yield results.

Simply drop a slip of paper with your target and an amount of gold that you'll part with into the Squealing Nug's tips jar and we will do the rest.

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As you prepare to sleep, you find a second scroll placed neatly upon your bedside table, and you unfurl it to read a somewhat haggard text, though you assume that this is to maintain anonymity:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

LoRDs aNd lADIes!

TheRE ARe ENemIeS aboUNd AnD wE hAVe tHE MEaNs TO hAnDLe iT!

ClEAN, eFFicIENT, DEADly... tHeRe iS NO fINEr blAdE iN OrzAMMaR!

LeAVe aT leAST fIVe GOLd (tHoUGH mOrE WOuld bE nICe!) aNd A nAmE iN a deaDdrOP, aNd yOUr eNEmiEs WilL bE dEAlt wITh...

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Start of Night Three
Night will end at 12:00 GMT, 25/07/10 or sooner if I have received orders from everyone!

Imprisonment
ArpeggiateTHIS: 9 - Pinman, Renata, civplayah, Chaotix, ArpeggiateTHIS, Romanic, spL1tp3r50naL1ty, johnhughthom, God Emperor

Alive: (16/17)
TheFlax
Double A
Beskar
Pinman
Renata
civplayah
Chaotix
ArpeggiateTHIS - Imprisoned
Yaseikhaan
Khazaar
Romanic
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Captain Blackadder
autolycus
johnhughthom
God Emperor

Fled into the Deep Roads:
Reenk Roink

Sincerest apologies for the late writeup... I've had a bit of a struggle with motivation to carry on since I made that last post, but I'm back on track now.

In regards to the two scrolls, you simply PM me if you wish to use their services, with an offer of gold, and I will forward it to the respective parties.

[ArpeggiateTHIS]

*Rattles cell bars*

Thanks for letting this continue despite everything. It's a great game and it'd be a shame to end it over a few idiots and fools.

[Secura]

Thanks for letting this continue despite everything. It's a great game and it'd be a shame to end it over a few idiots and fools.

I currently work at a windsports centre, and recently someone crashed one of the quad bikes that we use for patrolling the beach into a building causing a few hundred pounds worth of damage; following the incident, only the senior members of staff are permitted to use them, even if lower-ranked staff (such as myself, the only woman to have done so at a competency rate on par with the men) have received full training for it... and I kinda found myself saying "why have the actions of one person ruined things for forty others?"

That same principle extends to this game; I'm not going to punish everyone for the actions of a few people, so I've just carried on...

[ArpeggiateTHIS]

I currently work at a windsports centre, and recently someone crashed one of the quad bikes that we use for patrolling the beach into a building causing a few hundred pounds worth of damage; following the incident, only the senior members of staff are permitted to use them, even if lower-ranked staff (such as myself, the only woman to have done so at a competency rate on par with the men) have received full training for it... and I kinda found myself saying "why have the actions of one person ruined things for forty others?"

That same principle extends to this game; I'm not going to punish everyone for the actions of a few people, so I've just carried on...

...A windsports centre, you say? Must be a cool job, even if the quadbikes are now off-bounds.

[Secura]

Fear not, the writeups are mostly done; I've got to organise a replacement for civplayah, if his posts in Beskar's game are anything to go by, so once that's done, you can start voting each other again!

[Secura]

Alrighty, Skooma Addict will be replacing civplayah.

I'll post the two writeups and send off results PMs in the morning... thanks for the patience. :3

[Skooma Addict]

Greetings...

[johnhughthom]

I'm afraid you've got the wrong RPG, there's no skooma in Ferelden.

[Romanic]

Skooma: There's no drugs in Dragon Age, don't bring your illegal substances into this game

[johnhughthom]

I do believe the term is ninja'd Romanic....

[Romanic]

Boohooo. I said it first, but your post is showing first because of the timezones!

[Double A]

Roman got ninja'd!

[Skooma Addict]

Roman got ninja'd!

Blood of my ancestors! A talking nug!? What manner of sorcery is this you foul smelling creature? C'mere you little... *grabs an ominous brown bag and chases Double A*

[Double A]

Big surprise, Skooma's doing skooma again.

[Skooma Addict]

My apologies. Sometimes the stone talks to me.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

My stone pipe that is...

[Secura]

All results PMs have been sent out, in addition to any updated role PMs; I'm going to give Skooma time to respond to my PM to him... the two writeups will be posted later tonight once I return from work. :3

[Secura]

End of Night Three


In the entrance hall of the Royal Palace

A lone guard, tasked with preserving the integrity of the throne room while the residents slept, shuffled uneasily on his feet; the atmosphere of the king's regal abode had changed dramatically within the space of a few hours and, while he enjoyed working during the day and interacting with visitors, he immensely disliked the night shift. His heavy-set hazel eyes scanned the entrance hall from right-to-left; where before there had been guests arguing about matters of life and death among the warm hospitality of the palace's servants, there was now silence and a chilling sensation that shook the guard to the very core.

Seconds, minutes, hours; the guard found himself struggling to stay awake as time passed by, and even drifted off into sleep at one point until he was woken by clunking footfalls upon the nearby stone. A squat figure, clearly dwarven, had emerged from the corridors that led to the various chambers of the king's houseguests, clad from head to toe in some of the finest armour that the guard had ever seen, clearly crafted by the most skilled of the Smith's Caste. The platemail-clad dwarf nodded curtly from beneath his visor, passing the guard and heading down the opposite corridor; his pace was quick despite the weight of his armour... he had somewhere to be.

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Double A tossed and turned in his bed, struggling to sleep. He was used to having the bedspace to himself, but had found himself spending these hours with some female company of late, and she was prone to taking as much of the bed covers to keep herself warm at the expense of her lover. Exasperated, Double A climbed from off the bed and threw a thick, earthen-hued robe on, shuffling his feet to get some feeling back into them after several hours of lying down; he moved towards the stone door that led out into the corridor... perhaps a quick walk around the palace would clear his mind.

*SLAM*

The door flew open, throwing Double A backwards several feet, whereby he collided with a nearby pillar; his vision blurred and body aching, the dwarf squinted through watering eyes, attempting to make out his attacker but to no avail. Nearby, Double A's female friend had awoken with fear and surprise visible upon her pale face; in seconds she had thrown herself beneath the bed, cowering at the masked attacker that stood in the frame of the door.

Several heavy footfalls later, the assailant had stormed over to the fallen Double A; in one smooth motion, a darkened gauntlet had firmly grasped a sizeable bunch of the dwarf's woolen robes, and hurled him across the room with a loud crash. Silent in both tone and resolve, the plate-clad assailant proceeded to attack Double A with his fists, each blow magnified in force by the steel gauntlets.

The female below the bed trembled and shuffled around nervously as she listened to the violent beating that was happening around her. Her frantic movements led the construction to grind across the ground somewhat, causing a nearby leaning object to fall to the stone beside her with the heaviest thud she had ever heard; she could make out a long metallic handle and what appeared to be a solid mass of alloyed metal and stone at the end of it.

Double A hit the ground beside the weapon, having been thrown once more by the unknown attacker; his features bore an array of cuts and bruises that painted his face in hues of scarlet, blue, indigo and black, and still he maintained an aura of defiance that his foe found both amusing and worrisome.

"You picked the wrong target tonight, my friend", Double A spat bitterly, rubbing a sleeve across his blood-streaked lips; in the blink of an eye, he flicked his right foot upwards, flipping the metallic shaft upwards from the ground and into his hand... the maul's sleek handle had found it's master, fitting his grip better than any glove or gauntlet could.

The plate-clad assailant roared, unhooking his axe and hurling it towards Double A, the chain rattling in the air in the wake of the curved blade; with a deft flick of his hands, the dwarf had parried the blow with his own weapon, sending the axe hurtling off and into the ground where it stuck fast. Sensing the opportunity, Double A charged at his foe, turning a full circle before catching the distracted attacker square in the chest with a horizontal strike.

Following up on this, Double A maintained the momentum of his offense, raining down several blows with the hammer; each was met with a resounding clunk as it struck against the platemail, each was swung with as much force as the last, each kept the attacker from regaining his previous advantage. It had become clear that the battle had now shifted entirely against him, and it was with great reluctance and greater speed that the platemail assailant retrieved his weapon and fled before he was pulverised.

Double A slammed his weapon against the ground and stood triumphantly among the debris; a grin, visible even among his bushy beard, met the young woman as she crawled from beneath the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist.

[ArpeggiateTHIS]

In the corridors of the Royal Palace

Will the Revenant rear it's ugly head? :P

[Secura]

Day Four
Voting concludes at 21:00 GMT, 29/07/10


On the streets of the Diamond Quarter

Town criers pour onto the streets as the city guards begin to light the torches, illuminating Orzammar for the day; the criers begin to shout the same message over and over to anyone who walked by.

"News of the hour! Rumours abound that Beskar has lost his possessions on a secret trip to the surface, in blantant defiance of our ancestors! The Shaperate declares it an outrage!"

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On the streets of the Commons

The merchants of Orzammar had been busy arranging their wares long before the guards had emerged; it took hours to haul equipment from homes to stalls, and then there was the presentation of it all... cuirasses fixed upon training dummies, swords propped up against walls. piles of sparkling gems and boxes lined with various tonics.

There was only one item available that day:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Dwarven Shortsword
Previously owned by ArpeggiateTHIS
Weapon
+1 Strength
This item requires a minimum bid of two gold and can be wielded by anyone.

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In the Throne Room of the Royal Palace

King Endrin Aeducan was once again a missing presence that morning, and thus it fell to Duncan once more to usher in the guests and lead proceedings; ArpeggiateTHIS accompanied the tanned Grey Warden into the throne room and took a seat in the middle of the gathering crowd, recently released from his night in the cells.

"I am glad to see that you are all present and correct, ladies and gentlemen", Duncan began, "I have news regarding the death of Lady Dordan."

The hub-bub of the guests subsided entirely, with each person present listening intentently to the words of the human, who proceeded to continue with a solemn tone to his voice.

"While we haven't determined the exact cause of her death, we have established that there was no harm inflicted upon her body, physical or magical, but there is still much to learn... in the meantime, the king is adamant that you are getting close to the true end to the tale, so I will take my leave and allow you to debate matters further."

Duncan clapped his hands, bowed and left the throne room, leaving his two Warden companions to keep guard over the guests.
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Alive: (16/17)
TheFlax
Double A
Beskar
Pinman
Renata
civplayah Skooma Addict
Chaotix
ArpeggiateTHIS
Yaseikhaan
Khazaar
Romanic
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Captain Blackadder
autolycus
johnhughthom
God Emperor

Fled into the Deep Roads:
Reenk Roink

[Chaotix]

This means Double A and Arpeg are both more or less cleared. I'm glad we didn't exile him, in retrospect.

Arpeg, I am still waiting on that marriage proposal, if you happen to be one of the princes.

Also, I got robbed last night. This thief has a lot of nerve to steal from an officer of the law.

Imprison: Yaseikhaan

Only until something better comes up. I think a quick review of the thread is in order.

[Beskar]

Imprison: Johnhughthom

I have sense some scummy vibes coming off him,

[Skooma Addict]

Imprison: Johnhughthom

I have sense some scummy vibes coming off him,

Which are different then the ones coming off of you? They seep through your pores like a pile of crushed lyrium through the stone. The fine Lady Dordan was indeed murdered but are we not all brothers of the stone? As such we should be more...savoir-faire in our accusations, especially when aiming them at such a fine(available?) lass as this john. I suppose that is a lesson that is lost on a commoner such as yourself.

[Skooma Addict]

And what's this about you visiting the surface? All dwarves are taught how such acts are strictly forbidden. If these accusations be true, your name shall be stricken from the shaperate. Let us pray that this claim is nothing more then mere rumor, conjured by the hoopleheads of dust town.

[ArpeggiateTHIS]

Ahhh, lovely fresh Orzammarian air. The finest you can get without going outside! With this fiasco over, I hope that you'll look upon my name with grace in future.

Also, I'd like you to note the Dwarven Shortsword that I have so kindly sold to the traders. I, for one, do not wish to attack anybody in this grave period of time. I would hope that one of the Wardens would purchase my sword to prevent it from being used to ill intent.

[Secura]

Arpeg, I am still waiting on that marriage proposal, if you happen to be one of the princes.

You two would make a cute couple. :3

the hoopleheads of dust town.

You like that word, huh? :P

I would hope that one of the Wardens would purchase my sword to prevent it from being used to ill intent.

Having read this, I'd like to add that if you don't have a weapon and you're sat on a stack of gold, why not buy the sword? A blade doesn't always serve for an offensive approach...

[autolycus]

With no better leads, I say imprison:khazaar. He's been awfully quiet.
Granted, so have I, but with Lylat Wars done, I should have more time for this.

[Romanic]

This axe-wielding assailant is so bad at killing people that I am starting to suspect my old grandmother!

Chaotix, did you jail someone last night?

imprison: split. Let's put someone in jail even if we don't have a good suspect. It's non-lethal and it helps figuring stuff, so split because of his voting behavior last round.

[Secura]

Reading this is immensely humourous, to say the least.

[ArpeggiateTHIS]

So yeah, let's Imprison: Beskar for this turn as punishment for going outside.

One would wonder exactly WHY he went outside in the first place. the sky could collapse on all of us, you know!