It was the first full day in the Prime Minister's residence. Officials of the court held grand debates in the grand halls, invoking the practices of the Great Ancestors and their own expertise in astronomy, rhetoric, civil management or military strategy. Some officials took the opportunity to sneak off into secluded rooms, to sample the Prime Minister's fabulous teas or to have dire secretive meetings. One fellow secluded himself in the stables and imagined he was painting calligraphy in a great hall while knocking over walls with his fingers. A skilled mathematician, he endlessly threw incomprehensible numeric solutions at any officials who dared to argue with him.
With the Prime Minister expected to return that evening in want of a suspect, the civil officials agreed amongst each other to damn a military officer rather than one of their own, and so it was that the esteemed Yuan Shao was told upon his arrival that the most likely conspirator was the second-highest military officer in the palace.
Omtose (Jump Around) is dead. He was Wu Zilan, General of Chariots and Cavalry.
Yuan Shao held another banquet for the officials, and afterwards sent them to bed. Content with the day's proceedings or worried by the accusations, they each slept undisturbed until morning.
Night is over. No one has died
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On the fifteenth of the first month, the time of the first full moon festival, the physician was ready to take his leave, but Liu Bei detained him, and the two men began drinking. After several hours Liu Bei felt fatigue; loosening his clothes, he drifted into a dream in which Jian Yong and three other comrades were announced. As Liu Bei received them, Jian Yong said "Everything is going smoothly." "Let me hear the details," Bei answered. "Huan Zhong," Yong began, "has joined with Ma Teng. They have half a million men marching here in ten field armies. In the northeast Gongsun Zan has mobilized seven hundred thousand troops; they are advancing now. Yuan Shao has mustered his last man and horse, dividing his fronts to meet his enemies. The capital is undefended. If we marshal a thousand servants and young attendants from our five households, we can surround the prime minister's residence this evening while the full moon festival is being held, and charge in and kill him. We have a unique opportunity." Enthusiastically Liu Bei gathered the men of the household. Arms were collected. Liu Bei was mounted and dressed for battle, spear couched for action. They were to assemble at Shao's inner gate and storm his quarters. Night, the second watch: all advanced. Liu Bei raised his jeweled sword and strode into the banquet hall, where Shao was presiding. "Don't move, traitor!" Liu Bei cried to Shao, chopping at him with his blade. Shao crumpled in the wake of the blow, as Bei repeated the words "traitor, traitor," until he had awoke from the empty dream.
It is Day 3. 27 hours and 59 minutes remaining
17 Players still alive: Alkend, Barghast, D'riss, Eloth, Galain, Gamelon, Hood's Path, Karatallid, Karosis, Kaschan, Korbas, Korvalain, Liosan, Sorrit, Spite, Sukul Ankhadu, Tulas Shorn
9 votes to lynch, 8 votes to go to night.
Players not voted: Alkend, Barghast, D'riss, Eloth, Galain, Gamelon, Hood's Path, Karatallid, Karosis, Kaschan, Korbas, Korvalain, Liosan Sorrit, Spite, Sukul Ankhadu, Tulas Shorn
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 21 April 2010 - 04:11 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.