The House of Origin [Concluded]

[Choxorn]

Hotlinking to OotS is impossible, you know.

[seireikhaan]

I'm not going to be able to get anything posted for a bit, so y'all get an extra five hours. Sorry for the delay.

[seireikhaan]

Night's over, writeups in progress.

[seireikhaan]

It wasn’t often I had a hunch this strong. It was one of those things, a gut feeling, but stronger. Hard to describe. I found myself taking this corridor at a strong pace, driven as though by outside forces. Maybe it was fate. Heshin was following, me, keeping up well for someone born a commoner. I took the curving passageway down, and found myself at the doorway of a great library. Normally, I was not one to appreciate literature. One doesn’t reach my position just by being a learned scholar. Still, I couldn’t help but admit that it was an impressive site. The shelves were carved from the marble itself, holding manuscripts beyond counting. My hunch was, well, hunched down, in a corner, pouring over a massive text, his back to us. I sighed. Perhaps my instinct wasn’t correct. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye out. I motioned to Heshin to follow me into a corner, and we sat ourselves down, keeping watch.

It didn’t take long for fate to prove my doubts wrong. Perhaps half an hour later, to our left, from the very doorway we had ourselves entered from, came a small gaggle of people. I nudged Heshin, and he nodded. It seemed they had not noticed us, and closed in on the scholar, TinCow. The four withdrew a variety of weapons- one with a club, another a spear, a third, a sword, and fourth, a knife. At that moment, their intentions were clear. TinCow, still buried in his work, did not seem to notice them. I withdrew my saber from its sheath with as clear a ring of authority as I could manage; Heshin followed suit.

“In the name of the Emperor and his divine authority, I order you to halt!” I commanded to the group. The four spun around on a heel, looking visibly panicked. “Move further and I shall attack! Flee now, or forever hold your peace with the creators!” Two of the four managed to regain some measure of composure, and immediately went on the offensive against us! The gall! However, they were little more than poorly trained raff. They lacked discipline, and came at us piecemeal. I dodged the sword wielder’s strike easily, and sliced his hand, not deep enough to cause a grievous wound, but enough that his weapon dropped with a clang. Heshin likewise was able to disarm the spear wielder with a clean, downward hack slicing the spear in two at the haft. Their two compatriots disarmed, the other two fled back. With little more provocation needed, the two aggressors followed suit. I smirked. It wasn’t much of a challenge, but it felt good to be back in action.




I stalked the corridors, embraced in the warm light of the god’s kindness. Some may have felt lonely, but so long as I had their kindness and favor, I didn’t truly need anyone else. My quarry was just ahead, speaking with another fellow at the corner of an intersection. These blasphemers, they did not know the value of where they tread. I grabbed my bow, and nocked an arrow. Blood would once again stain their hallowed pathways. Gods, grant me true aim and calm nerves. I let the arrow fly, and it struck my target true. It embedded into the base of Bsmith’s neck, instantly slaying the tainted heretic. Thank you gods, for allowing me to fulfill your will. Thank you for revealing your welcoming embrace to this humble human being. I slinked back away in the embrace of the gods.





“This might be a bit more challenging than last time,” I muttered aloud. I was crouched behind a corner of a passageway, peeking out at Arjos. He and another fellow were conversing in the middle of the hallway, making it obvious that they could see down both ways.

“I think you are overcomplicating this,” my partner whispered back from the other corner with a grin. “We are favored. We don’t need complicated tactics. Let us simply take him.”

I thought about it. He was correct, after all.

“Very well, then. Let us do this,” I said, withdrawing my knife. He did likewise. We turned the corner and made like bandits, rushing the two. Arjos was facing us, and his eyes went wide and he pointed as we approached. His partner turned around, but too slow! We ducked past on each side and slipped past as he was in mid-turn. We each made a quick slash across our bodies with our far side hands. My knife sliced across Arjos’ throat as my partner raked his stomach. We bounded past in a flash before they could react. With a mortal would to his throat, it was merely a matter of time before the heretic would bleed out. I considered a second run back, but the other man had already withdrawn a blade, more nervous for himself than his fallen comrade. We would take this- one small victory at a time. We could do it, we could bleed them out, siphoning the life from them, one by one…





This place was awful. Just terrible. Why did I even accept the offer to come down here? Was my lust for loot that strong? Wait… I shouldn’t answer that. Still, we were as far from the open seas as could be. I was as out of my element as any of these common soldiers would be out on the high seas. Either way, if I was going to be stuck down here, I may as well fulfill the original promise. Hence why I was now in this huge, abandoned temple. A service to the gods would have been truly impressive here. Even more impressive was the amount of entirely intact statuettes, perfectly preserved painted marble slaps, and golden idols. I had a couple of small bags with me, to carry away as many of the idols and statuettes as I could without risking damage to them. It would be a number of trips back here before I could clean it out, but when I got out of here, I would be a fabulously wealthy man. Well, even more fabulously wealthy than I already am, I thought with a grin.

“Oh, hello there, Captain,” a voice called out from behind me. “We know what you’re really up to, you know,” it continued. Rolling my eyes, I turned and held one of the bags out.

“Oh, fine, I guess you caught me. What do you want, a share, I suppose?” There were five fellows before me, each wearing a woolen cloak. “Look, there’s plenty of loot to go around, we can split it, say, 40% to me for finding this place, and 12% for each of you? That’s fair, no?”

“Not what we’re talking about, Captain Zack,” the head figure at the front spoke again, shaking his head. “And we won’t allow it to continue.” He withdrew a blade from a sheath at his side. I opened my eyes wide.

“Now, see here!” I bellowed. “I am commander of the royal navy! I have the full patronage of our divine emperor! Now stand down!”

“Not this time, Zack,” the head figure said, shaking his head again. He motioned forward with an arm, and the group encircled me. I withdrew my own sword, an elegant sabre.

“A captain never surrenders!” I barked out. “You’ll not take me alive!”

“Oh, don’t worry, we had no intention of that,” the head figure drawled out slowly. A searing pain went through my shoulder as a sword embedded into my arm from behind. I whipped around and lashed behind me, but they were already ducked out of the way. Another blow from behind struck my right shoulder, and my blade dropped. I grabbed it with my left arm and slashed back violently, but this attacker had already withdrawn as well. I turned on the spot wildly. I just spotted another attack from my peripheral vision and deflected it with my sabre, but again, I felt the same pain shoot through my midsection as a sword rammed into my back. I fell to my knees, coughing blood.

I glared insolently as the head figure walked up to me slowly. He held his sword aloft, calmly, ready to strike me down. “Consider this a mutiny.”





I took it that we were supposed to be finding an exit. The orders were clear. I didn’t know what the others were doing, but I would keep at it. I stood at a doorway, held shut by massive marble slab. It seemed familiar. Maybe similar to the one that kept the place shut away? I pressed against it, and opened it up. A musty smell greeted me, along with a chorus of hissing. Hissing? I stepped inside. There was a… swarm of snakes. Of all kind. Snakes? Impossible, they would need to feed, at least on each other. Yet, I plainly felt one slithering up my leg, a small green affair. The rest decided to join their compatriot and began a mad slithering forward. There wouldn’t be time to haul this door closed. So, I did the only thing a reasonable fellow could. I ran… and ran and ran and ran.





“What a strange place,” I wondered aloud. I wasn’t really sure what this was exactly. It was a large, open forum, but it was completely vacant except for a large dais in the middle. It was not decorated like much of the complex. It was made of the same marble, but it felt very incomplete. Perhaps it was intended as a public square? Maybe there were manuscripts nearby to help figure this-

Kill.

Of course. It was so obvious. It didn’t matter. All that mattered...

Kill.

Where was he? He was nearby, I know it! He has to be! I picked up my pace, heading back into the corridors from the forum. I could feel it. I know he’s close!

Kill.

I turned a corner and pulled back immediately. There was another with him, but it didn’t matter. He was far down the corridor. All that mattered…

Kill.

Why did I only have a knife on me? How could I have been so idiotic? Oh well, it would have to do. I’ll have to make it work so I can...

Kill.

Speed. Yes, speed. I would take him by surprise. My knife ready, I turned the corner and went into a full sprint. Ironside turned around, hearing my approach, eyes wide with surprise. But it didn’t matter. I flew at speeds I didn’t know I could muster. He readied a sword, but it was irrelevant.

Kill.

I leaped to cover the last few feet, flying straight into him. My knife plunged into his chest with a satisfying thud. He slashed at me with his sword, nicking my arm, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was....

Kill.

I wrenched the knife into his chest, twisting it, relishing the feel of ribs being wrested apart. His flailing amused me as I pulled his chest apart. The sinews were especially satisfying. I was vaguely aware of the second figure rapidly approaching. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was…

Kill.

I ripped my knife out and plunged it one last time into Ironside’s jugular, to ensure my victory. I jumped up just in time to back out from a spear thrust from the other man. I ran with reckless abandon back down the hall. The other fellow didn’t give chase, attending to Ironside. But there was nothing he would be able to do. I cackled with glee. What success! What a rush! Oh, how I had forgotten! How could I have let the memories fade! What glory it was to...

Kill.




I have to say, I am now legitimately concerned. Maybe this crowd has it right? I came back, with no progress to report on finding an exit, but only to find four more members of the retinue did not return. A fifth, TinCow, reported being attacked as well, only to be saved at the last second. Was my divine will faulty? Or was there something more at hand? Either way, I didn't even resist the crowd's demand for blood this time. They were correct... blood had to be spilled for the fallen. Vengeance was to be had, for their memory and our survival. I looked at my scribe knowingly, who seemed to have recovered himself since we departed. He looked with a determined gaze at his parchment. Good. We would all need to be at the peak of our performance now...


It is now Day 3! You have 36 hours! (this is to avoid another phase ending at 3 am >:( Feedback will be out asap.



Alive:

Andres
Askthepizzaguy
Autolycus
Buddhafish
Captain Blackadder
Chaotix
Choxorn
Double A
Edse
GeneralHankerchief
Ishmael
Jarema
Jolt
Kagemusha
Lazy McCrow
Makkrel
Montmorency
Riedquat
TinCow
Visorslash
White Eyes
Xenoneb

Lynched:

NinjaCow (D1)
God Emperor (D2)

Killed:

Atheotes (N1)
JoanK (N1)
Arjos (N2)
Bsmith (N2)
Ironside (N2)
Zack (N2)

Attacked:

Ishmael (N1)
Tincow (N2)

[edse]

Vote: White_eyes:D

[Jarema]

why?

[edse]

Why not?

[Andres]

Vote : edse

Explain your vote on White_Eyes:D.

[edse]

tss, tss

[Askthepizzaguy]

Can someone explain to me why, out of four vigilante attacks/murders, none were aimed at me? I thought we were doing what Tincow wanted.

Hey, I did nothing last night, as I have no partner, was roleblocked N1, and no one else has bothered to ask me to do anything.

edit: five. Five things. Fear, surprise, really nice bright red uniforms, an almost fanatical devotion to the pope, and the soft cushions.

[edse]

and we protected you in vain.

[Makrell]

Vote: lazy mccow

as yesterday he voted for ishmael, to "show" me how to vote properly, near bandwagoning. But it is not a strong point i agree, but it is my only point so far.


Also we need to know who protected tincow, or how he survived, he could be mafia godfather or SK or doctor or something other powerrole, as he was clearly attacked by four people, which would mean it should be 100% kill if i understood the rules correctly.

[Askthepizzaguy]

and we protected you in vain.

Why? I didn't ask for protection.

The paranoid need to be vindicated. I need to die and flip mafia. You're ruining everything!!!

[Riedquat]

Can someone explain to me why, out of four vigilante attacks/murders, none were aimed at me? I thought we were doing what Tincow wanted.

That finger from Tincow confused us all, that's why! We were awaiting a digitus impudicus raised ;)

[LazyMcCrow]

Vote: lazy mccow

as yesterday he voted for ishmael, to "show" me how to vote properly, near bandwagoning. But it is not a strong point i agree, but it is my only point so far.


Also we need to know who protected tincow, or how he survived, he could be mafia godfather or SK or doctor or something other powerrole, as he was clearly attacked by four people, which would mean it should be 100% kill if i understood the rules correctly.

I didn't do it specifically to show you anything, although if you want your vote to count you should do it properly. I'm voting Ishmael again today too. I think he is a scum - or at least uses the word 'kill' alot. And he claimed you as his scum buddy day one, and I think he has the stones to try something so cheeky. And now there are snakes and bees as well as more vig killers than are probably sensible. Perhaps some more protection would be a better option?
vote: Ishamel

[Jarema]

vote: Edse

your unwillingness to discuss your reasons does not help getting info for further lynches

Another thing: I am a sad, lonely player, as my mate - Jolt - is so absent

[LazyMcCrow]

I was about to chastise you for mispelling my name in your vote: 'mccow' (and cows seem to get lynched or attacked) and then I realised I'd mispelt Ishmael :D

Just in case: unvote: Ishamel, vote: Ishmael

[Makrell]

I didn't do it specifically to show you anything, although if you want your vote to count you should do it properly. I'm voting Ishmael again today too. I think he is a scum - or at least uses the word 'kill' alot. And he claimed you as his scum buddy day one, and I think he has the stones to try something so cheeky. And now there are snakes and bees as well as more vig killers than are probably sensible. Perhaps some more protection would be a better option?
vote: Ishamel

did he claim me as his scum buddy? when?


Also to everyone, i do not know edses reasoning but he is not mafia. He protected ATPG along with me yesterday

[LazyMcCrow]

Don't worry, Makrell's my scum buddy, so it was deliberate.

It was there on day one. But thinking about it, it was pretty tenuous, and I guess I'd be surprised he'd offer up his buddy even to prove he has massive cojones. My vote will stay on him though, as nothing else apart from Arjos particularly stood out for me and I believe he's dead now. :/

[Visor]

I'm pretty sure that was a joke. That fact that you're trying to lynch him over that screams scum, the fact that you want to lynch him over that also screams not scum due to the poor reasoning behind it.

Jarrema, you are often a perpetrator crime of the very thing you accuse Edse of, no?

Jarrema, send @Jolt a PM maybe?

Vote: Jarrema

The Captain Zack and mutiny things reeks of someone from Pirate Ship Mafia.

[TinCow]

Can someone explain to me why, out of four vigilante attacks/murders, none were aimed at me? I thought we were doing what Tincow wanted.

Hey, I never said I wanted you dead. You just asked me to decide whether you should live or die. The question itself was so absurd that there could have been no other answer than death. I'm entirely too lazy to actually try and kill you though. Well, maybe not too lazy, just not personally inclined.

[Andres]

Well, maybe not too lazy, just not personally inclined.

Why not?

[LazyMcCrow]

I'll have to take the poor reasoning thing on the chin - it's my MO to be fair.
There were a few things that made Ishmael seem like a good candidate, but re-reading the N1 write-up - he actually sounds quite townie in the description - the claim that ATPG didn't turn up/was blocked to kill him, makes me want to know why he was supposed to be involved with a bunch of cultists/Viggers who talk about - the Nae-blis? That was actually quite weird. (Its an acronym of 'lesbian' too, which is always good Shed any light ATPG?

unvote: Ishmael

[TinCow]

Why not?

I don't like eliminating someone early two games in a row unless there's an actual in-game reason to do so. It seems a bit unfair.

[Askthepizzaguy]

at Lazy-

I believe you mean "anagram".

Also, the folks who were involved in the cult are not open for discussion. I cannot talk about it. But I will say this: They are nice people. Good people. They do NOT practice cannibalism, nor do they engage in frontal lobe modification. They are not actually a cult, but a bona fide religion-themed organization. I am not a member of this cult, even though I have participated in their activities. I follow them unquestioningly, but out of loyalty, not because they have removed and eaten part of my frontal lobe. I am only distressed that, since I am apparently very attractive to bees, I can serve them no longer.

I am willing to be sacrificed to the Emperor for the honor, and the glory. And for the luls.

[LazyMcCrow]

at Lazy-

I believe you mean "anagram".

Also, the folks who were involved in the cult are not open for discussion. I cannot talk about it. But I will say this: They are nice people. Good people. They do NOT practice cannibalism, nor do they engage in frontal lobe modification. They are not actually a cult, but a bona fide religion-themed organization. I am not a member of this cult, even though I have participated in their activities. I follow them unquestioningly, but out of loyalty, not because they have removed and eaten part of my frontal lobe. I am only distressed that, since I am apparently very attractive to bees, I can serve them no longer.

I am willing to be sacrificed to the Emperor for the honor, and the glory. And for the luls.

:D indeed.

[Andres]

I don't like eliminating someone early two games in a row unless there's an actual in-game reason to do so. It seems a bit unfair.

Fair enough.

Also, @LazyMcCrow , Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time, Forsaken.

[Ishmael]

I'm coming up blank on the scum-hunting front (again), so as some compensation I offer you a list of Ishmael-guaranteed, 100% innocent townies:

Makrell - I may just be horribly misreading him as I haven't played with him much before, but he seems townie.
ATPG - my track record with guessing his alignment is...not the best, but he seems a bit more forthright than he is as scum. Slightly less obfuscation as normal. I have a good feeling about this read .
Lazy McCrow - He bothered to correct the spelling of my name, and unvoted me. What more need I say? (also, I'm getting a townie feel off him. Nothing I can put more finger on, unfortunately)

I suppose I really ought to vote for somebody, so vote: Riedquat. Seems to be flying under the radar a tad - keeping active, without really contributing much to the discussion (as I say, I haven't got much on the scum-hunting front as yet).

[Riedquat]

I'm a lurker, I always fly under the radar...

[TinCow]

Vote: Double A