Gah. Really, civplayah?!
Do not worry. I will have you as replacement player. You should be in fairly quickly.
"More deaths? These werewolves are on a roll. They're going to kill us all if we don't kill them first. Now the last investigation was useless.... and the werewolves must have known that it would be. I bet that the murderers are among the 17 who voted to investigate (not including the two dead and my daughter; why would she kill her own father?). Nightbringer, I've never trusted you.... I can see that savage gleam in your eyes."
Feeling guilty for not letting her daughter have the sword, the Mayor's wife votes for Death is Yonder to have the orbs to play with.
*A familiar scent is carried in the wind as another approaches the gathered group.* Well, the way I be seeing it is he ought to have what is his by right. The ol' captain, Autolycus, should get his blade back by his side, andthe blasted thief that stole it in the first place. Frozen In Ice oughtta tell us something about them there shiny contraptions being a scholarly know it all type. *And with that, the young fisherwoman took her leave, back to tend to her stand.*
The herbalist seems sad, and thinks to herself; I finally meet a nice gentlemen with a good job, that would protect me, and he gets killed, just my luck.
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Diana Abnoba- Goddess of the Hunt
Alexander looks shocked when his name is mentioned in a tone so far removed from the usual fawning admiration he is used to.
My Lady! I am shocked to hear you speak so ill of me. I am most truly sorry I did not see you enter, but I hope we may put this behind us. I can asume you, that I, Nightbringer, have a gleam in my eye for no reason but your own beauty. Alexander bows and whisks his hat of his head as he says this, before standing and flashing a bright smile to the mayors wife.
About the matter at hand, I agree investigation did not help us then, but perhaps this second time will be more fruitful, after all, surely a clue must be hidden somewhere. Secondly, we have no real leads at this point. I can tell you from experience, that clever investigation is the true secret to finding a werewolf. Alexander gives a knowing nod to the audience. I tracked down the Mad Werecat of Tolbrook by observing her pattern, and positioning myself so as to be her next victim, allowing me to fell her with ease. Alexander gives the crowd a little wink as he says this.
The scimitar should of course be returned to its owner, autolycus, and I think the adept the wisest choice for the orbs.
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So was that an aye to the investigation, nightbringer?
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“Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
"Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge." ― Mark Twain
"Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is." ― Oscar Wilde
“While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.” ― Groucho Marx
the herbalist, Diana, is very grateful for the kind words from Nightbringer, and gives him a smile. Thank you kind sir. You have made me feel much better.
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Diana Abnoba- Goddess of the Hunt
Remake20The scholar Frozen in Ice is a very sensible choice to be given the orbs until we decide what to do with them. Although it grieves me to call for another's death, I think that the time for action has came, so I say that spL1tp3r50naL1ty- must die. Everyone knows that in case of hurdejsdada doubt, assuming the butler did it is not a bad starting point. Besides, for whom exactly does he buttle?
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I think that Autolycus the Retired Captain, should get the scimitar, and the orbs should go to Frozen in Ice the Scholar. Please study these and tell us what they do good sirs.
As for our action today, I believe that we should investigate once more to double check if it will give us some clues.
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Diana Abnoba- Goddess of the Hunt
Investigation seems like a grand idea.
As for the items, I don't care who gets them. If you want my vote ask me.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
The Idiot appears to be enamoured by the spheres. Ooooh! The spheres are shiny! I like shines! I can has 3 spheers, plz?
As to the Scimitar thingy, well, I Diont really care. Autolycussss can have ittttt, I guessss.
The Idiot, clearly drunk, continues slurring and stumbling around.
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“Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
"Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge." ― Mark Twain
"Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is." ― Oscar Wilde
“While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.” ― Groucho Marx
Investigation
You nasty people already took daddy's pokey thing from me, and now you want to take my toys too!? When I become Mayoress I will chase you out of the village!
The captain deserves his pokey stick too, BUT I WANT DADDY'S SHINY THING IN MY HANDS TONIGHT, OR ELSE I WON'T GIVE IT TO YOU!
Another excursion at night? Wheee!!
You cannot add days to life but you can add life to days.
Can I have a penny, good sir? Thank you sir. You did decide, good sir -- you decided the Grape Farmer remake would be a better choice for the spheres than the Actress Jolt. You called him the best choice thus far, good sir; I heard you. Now you change your mind, why sir? Perhaps because someone had questioned the motives of those who would eagerly gift things to the Grape Farmer, things he had not earned and had no reason to call for?
Am I making you nervous, sir? I'm sorry. I don't want you to be upset. I just want you to die. (Autolycus)
The Beggar Girl turns from Autolycus, and her eyes fall on the jeweled scimitar. Her eyes fill with tears. Just one jewel from its hilt represents more money than she's seen pass through her hands in her entire life. She knows she has no call for it, but she will ask, she will ask regardless.
(Renata
Frozen in Ice)
Getting up nervously, the miller musters the courage to speak out.
All of you, stop wasting your time with that idea of an investigation! Everything was fine before strangers came in here! We were farming, and milling, and fishing in peace! And bartending! But Sonny is dead now, and that is no deed from a local... werewolves don't seem subtle to me, they would have eaten us long ago if they were among us! Let's put all those that just arrived on a raft and send them home! Or we will all die anyway. We will ALL die!
The miller looks expectantly at the villagers who wanted to investigate.
I'm not too bothered what happens so long as I canwhat about adding some
to my repetoire?
Investigate
Auto
FiI
For some reason I find the Miller suspicious. He seems very guilty to me, guilty of something.... but what? What crime have you committed, Miller?
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
I said that the grape farmer was the best choice so far, and then the scholar put himself forward as a candidate. Girl, the reason why I decided the scholar was a better choice for the orbs was very simple. He has supported me in reclaiming my property and the grape farmer has not.
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Furious, the miller turns to the innkeeper.
Stop fooling around! Her generous breasts tremble with rage. And stop talking to me as if I was a man! All I'm trying to do is move you into doing your duty men! We have to cleanse the island of the foreigners or we'll be eaten alive... It's simple peasant logic!
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"I see no better candidate for those spheres than the scholar, Frozen In Ice", the clerk stated gruffly, "let's hope he can fathom something from them."
The clerk raised an eyebrow at this outburst, and voiced his concerns immediately.
"I see that the others have followed your little tirade and opted to give you the scimitar", he said firmly, eyes narrowed as they scanned autolycus for top-to-toe, "but what proof have you provided that the blade belongs to you to begin with?"
He then turned to Romanic, with whom he had opted to hand the mayor's sword to the previous day.
"What information did you gleam from the late mayor's blade, good sir?"
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
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