Midgardsaga III [Concluded]

[Kagemusha]

Would you all already shut up! And where is my beer? And my whench! And yesterday, where in Jotunheim it went?

[Sigurd]

Deadline reached. No more orders accepted

[Sigurd]

Night 1

The journey to Hafrsfjord had been long for most of the retinues and rest would be welcome.
Tents and other facilities had to be taken care of first and the men were even more tired when all had settled in properly. Food were prepared and Kings and common men took their share to their sleeping place expecting sudden collapse when bellies were filled.

One such man was Sander Magnusson, a War Veteran from Sunnmøre. He had a large tankard of delicious mead that he really looked forward to enjoying with his meal. The journey had been strenuous on his old frame and the alcoholic beverage would dull some of the pain he felt in his small back. He got to his sleeping place and sat down. The hot food smelled delicious and he took a large spoonful of the oat porridge stuffed with pieces of apple and honey. That was just what he needed, but more so the beverage standing next to him. He took the tankard and smelled the liquid in it. Strange, it didn’t have the smell of fermented honey and fruit. This close to the fjord it only smelled like the sea. Ah, well it surely would taste good. He took a long sip before the salty taste hit home. He never noticed the little fish called Fjesing who came into his mouth with the sea water. The little thing is very poisonous and as it slid down his throat its barbs left a smear of venom in the angry wounds they caused. Sander collapsed sensing his throat growing thick. He couldn’t utter a word as his windpipe got crushed by the swelling from the venom. The pain was excruciating as the venom cascaded through his blood stream. He could feel muscle and blood vessels disintegrate where the venom went. He tried to scream but no air could find its way down to his lunges. He just lay on his back unable to move and welcomed the darkness that finally enveloped him.


Gunnar Grove a serf and soldier from Rogaland had finished his meal when he heard a primeval roar nearby. He sat up and saw a shadow moving fast towards him. This was strange he thought as a man wearing nearly no clothes sprang into the camp fire light. The man's eyes red and mouth foaming, Gunnar was about to decide if this was a danger or not when the man took Gunnar by the head and smashed a stone into his temple. Gunnar was gone to distant pastures in an instant. The man suddenly calmed down and looked confused. He returned to where he came from, shaking his head, not knowing what had just happened.

Knud Bamse Jardarsson from Hålogaland needed the use of the privy and moved into the nearby woods when he heard a gargling sound behind him. He turned and saw a well known man in his small clothes charging him with a long Frankish blade. Knud was about to protest when the sword cut through his throat with such force that the beheading didn't cause the head to drop. Knud’s body not having its faculties, collapsed in a heap, head rolling into the privy.

Steinar Sturlasson a War Veteran from Fjordane had finished his meal and were oblivious to the ruckus happening in the nearby camps. He felt cold and inched towards the campfire under his blanket. He wished he could get a little warmer.
The campfire, only hot embers in the dark, suddenly blazed up and flames and sparks started dancing around him. The flames grew hotter and more intense and the air around Steinar stated to boil. The heat got so intense that Steinar tried to flee coughing in the unbreathable air. The sparks and flames jumped onto him without burning his clothes or skin. He started to scream but flames jumped into his open throad and singed his windpipe so badly that only gargling sounds could be heard. Steinar was burning from inside out and the pain was excruciating. Soon only the blackened remains of his once strong frame dropped into the mud. He never saw the smirking shadow leaving camp into the forest.

Some commotion came out of these events but for the most part, weary men rested through the night.
It was not until dawn that the retinues realised truly what had happened.
Four men perished during the night, some mysteriously and others obviously. The camps losing men started accusing others of murder and the Hovgod had to step in.
The men from Sunnmøre, Rogaland, Fjordane and Hålogaland all accused each other for the evil deeds committed. The elderly man heard each of their complaints; two of the killings caught his attention and he followed up with lengthy inquiries. The other two he just brushed off with a smirk.
The camps wanted justice and the Hovgod had to settle this by popular vote to stop a possible blood feud. He asked them to investigate because it was obvious that the killings had been done by someone in the camps. There were no settlements for several leagues.

Return later with a candidate that you think is the culprit and justice can be somewhat satisfied.

You have until 22:00 GMT to find us a candidate for this day’s lynching.

Alive:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Andres
Askthepizzaguy
autolycus
B_Ray
Believer
Captain Blackadder
Chaotix
classical_hero
Death is Yonder
Diamondeye
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88
GeneralHankerchief
glyphz
Ironside
issaikhaan
Kagemusha
Khazaar
Major Robert Dump
Mr. Stuka
Nightbringer
Reenk Roink
Renata
robbiecon
Romanic
Thefluffyone93
TheLastDays
TinCow
Tratorix
Visorslash
White_eyes:D
woad&fangs

Killed:

Seamus Fermanagh (N1)
Earthling (N1)
Csargo (N1)
Seon (N1)

[Tratorix]

Vote: Andres, Challenge: WhiteEyes:D.

Come at me, bro!

[Mr. Stuka]

I pay my respects to those so brutally killed.

Vote: Tratorix You seem too light-hearted on such a solemn occasion.

[Tratorix]

I pay my respects to those so brutally killed.

Vote: Tratorix You seem too light-hearted on such a solemn occasion.

Solemn? Ha! The words of a coward! We shall root out these vermin and flay them alive for what they have done! Or is that what you're afraid of, Mister Stuka?

[Mr. Stuka]

Solemn? Ha! The words of a coward! We shall root out these vermin and flay them alive for what they have done! Or is that what you're afraid of, Mister Stuka?

Me? Afraid? NEVER! I am Hundfjord Mørekonge, the Champion of Nordmøre, you dare question my allegiance?!?!

But seriously, I don't wanna fight ya.

[Visor]

Challenge: Mr Stuka

Why not?

Just read that this challenge is unable to go forth until the lynch is over. Yay for survival.

[Tratorix]

Me? Afraid? NEVER! I am Hundfjord Mørekonge, the Champion of Nordmøre, you dare question my allegiance?!?!

But seriously, I don't wanna fight ya.

A champion who doesn't want to fight is like a fish that doesn't want to swim, it rubs me the wrong way. Unvote: Andres, Vote: Mrs. Stuka

[Visor]

Can't fight anyway.

Who is this "Askthepizzaguy"? What in Odin's name is Pizza? Must be some sort of devil thing...

Vote: Askthepizzaguy

[B-Wing]

Vote: ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88

Explanation not included.

[Mr. Stuka]

Vote: Mrs. Stuka

YARGGGG! Them's fightin words! And don't bring my wife into this!

But I was trying to save my fighting skills for anyone that tries to challenge my king. For I am his loyal servant.

[Chaotix]

Four down already? This game's gonna be rough.

Good to see Tratorix, white_eyes, and glyphz back for more, some of the crew I played my first games with.

Vote: B_Ray

There are many, many good reasons to vote for Warman at any point during any game. How could you not come up with even one?

[ELITEofWARMANGINGERYBREADMEN88]

Can't fight anyway.

Who is this "Askthepizzaguy"? What in Odin's name is Pizza? Must be some sort of devil thing...



Vote: Askthepizzaguy

Vote: ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88

Explanation not included.

Unvote:Askthepizzaguy
Vote: B_Ray


Meanie!

[Tratorix]

YARGGGG! Them's fightin words!

But I was trying to save my fighting skills for anyone that tries to challenge my king. For I am his loyal servant.

If you'd like, you can turn around and I'll painta big target on you're back. Since you're trying to draw attention to yourself and all.

[ELITEofWARMANGINGERYBREADMEN88]

Four down already? This game's gonna be rough.

Good to see Tratorix, white_eyes, and glyphz back for more, some of the crew I played my first games with.

Vote: B_Ray

There are many, many good reasons to vote for Warman at any point during any game. How could you not come up with even one?

[Mr. Stuka]

If you'd like, you can turn around and I'll painta big target on you're back. Since you're trying to draw attention to yourself and all.

Yes, do whatever makes you feel good about yourself.

[White_eyes:D]

Vote:Nightbringer
Challenge:Tratorix

Real Vikings meet challenges head-on.

Wanted to fight Reenk through.....

[Reenk Roink]

How classless are the Jotun to go kill Seamus on the first night... Possibly the worst mafia team to ever play the game.

Vote: abstain, courteously
Challenge: White eyes Welcome back sir, good to see you

[Believer]

These kills smells like ATPG to me.

Vote: ATPG

[woad&fangs]

vote:Believer
I can't smell anything over the stink of the Fjordane. How could you possibly smell this mythical "pizza"?

[Kagemusha]

Vote: Visorslash and challenge: Believer. Have you two stayed at home all your lives and not even sacked Italy. Pizza is a bread where those tiny dark ants they call Italians put all their carbage and eat it. There is nothing mythical about it for any Viking who has travelled further then the next fjord.

[Major Robert Dump]

I don't understand
Why so many dead last night
This party is suck

[Visor]

Vote: Visorslash and challenge: Believer. Have you two stayed at home all your lives and not even sacked Italy. Pizza is a bread where those tiny dark ants they call Italians put all their carbage and eat it. There is nothing mythical about it for any Viking who has travelled further then the next fjord.

Novgorod is where the real vikings meet.

You incompetent fools have not read the front page!

Challenges don't apply on the first day! So you people are not actually doing anything with your challenge!

I don't understand
Why so many dead last night
This party is suck

Mafia and/or Town Vig/s and/or Serial Killer/s. That's what happened.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

All-in-all, Reenk, I rather wish I was able to take up your initial challenge.


Still, nothing starts off a norwegian peace gathering like a good bloodletting, no?

Possible reasons for offing me early:

1. My relatively low post rate of late -- hoping I would just drop it and no be active? If so, this suggests that someone doesn't like my usual methods of jotun hunting.

2. Random

3. Old hand doing a wifom on the don't kill a known name player early rule of thumb.


Curioser and curioser.....

[White_eyes:D]

We were just screwing around....I think.

challenges do count on the first day....after the lynch, of course.

[Visor]

3. Old hand doing a wifom on the don't kill a known name player early rule of thumb.

I'll kill whoever I want to.

[Chaotix]

I don't understand
Why so many dead last night
This party is suck

What's with the Haikus?
Don't you know this is Norway?
We're not in Japan.

[TheLastDays]

Challenges don't apply on the first day! So you people are not actually doing anything with your challenge!

challenge: Visorslash

Oh, yeah, vote: B_Ray

Someone's gotta put some nails into some coffin.

[Kagemusha]

What's with the Haikus?
Don't you know this is Norway?
We're not in Japan.

What is Japan?