[bubba]

in

[Starling]

Tattersail, on 18 December 2012 - 10:32 AM, said:

Starling, on 18 December 2012 - 10:31 AM, said:

Tattersail, on 18 December 2012 - 09:31 AM, said:

I'm in. Starling you get ♥ so stop killing me

Haha, I only killed you once you softie

You've targetted me on multiple occasions, ever since our first date

It's 'cause you're such an easy target

[Tattersail_]

Starling, on 20 December 2012 - 12:32 AM, said:

Tattersail, on 18 December 2012 - 10:32 AM, said:

Starling, on 18 December 2012 - 10:31 AM, said:

Tattersail, on 18 December 2012 - 09:31 AM, said:

I'm in. Starling you get ♥ so stop killing me

Haha, I only killed you once you softie

You've targetted me on multiple occasions, ever since our first date

It's 'cause you're such an easy target

It's cause you think I'm pretty, which is true but not half as pretty as you.

[Macros]

Game 11, player list:
Hog
Twelve
starling
pathos
tattersail
Dolmen
Bubba



sign ups closed!

choices please

[Dolmen 2.0]

Tattersail, on 20 December 2012 - 10:12 AM, said:

Starling, on 20 December 2012 - 12:32 AM, said:

Tattersail, on 18 December 2012 - 10:32 AM, said:

Starling, on 18 December 2012 - 10:31 AM, said:

Tattersail, on 18 December 2012 - 09:31 AM, said:

I'm in. Starling you get ♥ so stop killing me

Haha, I only killed you once you softie

You've targetted me on multiple occasions, ever since our first date

It's 'cause you're such an easy target

It's cause you think I'm pretty, which is true but not half as pretty as you.

When we start rhyming pretty its the children who suffer...

[Macros]

Six choices in.

[Macros]

still kssing a choce
im drunk i have no idea who the missing persin is

sort it outg

[Macros]

Waiting on Tattersail

[Emurlahn]

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This post has been edited by Emurlahn: 22 December 2012 - 09:22 PM

[Gnaw]

From 22 December 2012 - 09:21 PM:

F

oops

This post has been edited by Gnaw: 22 December 2012 - 09:50 PM

[Macros]

choices are all in and I've sobered up.

starting the resolve in 2 minutes

[Macros]

Olintar was a city of shades, horrid dank dirty dark shades






Gaskir winced at as he sat up, the pounding on his door was thumping in time with the throbbing pain in his head. “Gods,” he cursed, struggling out his cot, “I’m never drinking again.”
“Sergeant!” the voice called between the thumps, “Sergeant you gotta get up!”
“Alright damnit!” bellowed Gaskir, “I’ll be out in a moment.” He stumbled around the room, trying to gather himself, and his clothes, together. Another night in the bloody Duck, he’d sworn he wouldn’t set foot in the place after the last time he went drinking with Wolfy and woke up missing a chunk of his ear. Still cursing and muttering to himself he tugged his jacket on and wrenched the door open. “What?”
“Sorry Sergeant, but there was a body found at the crossroads last night, reckon you should come have a look.”
Gaskir scowled, “a body at the crossroads? What’s new, if anything we’re over due one”
“Noble house sir”
“Fuck” Gaskir pushed past the young watchman, “come on then”
Always when he was off duty, always when he was due his lie in something would happen, some bastard would go and get themselves killed. Cursing his luck he stalked through the Inn he called home, out into the squalid muck of the low town’s alleys and up the hill to the bloody crossroads. “Who was on duty last night, when’d they find him?” he asked over his shoulder at the trailing youth.
“Penrose sir, found the man early this morning, he reckons about the third turn after high moon.”
Penrose, bloody foreigner, “What’s your name then son?”
“Fratten sir” came the answer, he spoke quietly, not a wonder Gaskir thought, bloody name like that,
“Fratten? Gods you musta pissed your parents off something awful,” When no response was forth coming Gaskir continued, “I’ll be calling you Ten if it’s all the same to you son, I ain’t a zealot, ‘specially not of Hranir’s church.” They marched on in silence, Gaskir thinking back to his time in the army, the pogrom declared by the church of Hranir had been a low point for him, for everyone. It was one thing to fight for the empire, in her defence and even weakly justified expansion, but quite another to turn on anyone who didn’t drop to a knee at the sight of the Emperor’s whore.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, Gaskir lost in his thoughts, picking at old scars, dark memories best left alone. When they stepped out onto the crossline it was quiet, a lot quieter than it should have been, even with a body lying on the cobbles. Gaskir started to look around, trying to figure it out, he quickly spotted the cause. “Imperials,” he muttered, “what the fuck are they doing here?”
“Pardon sir?”
“Nothing Ten, just talking to myself,” Gaskir had a feeling his day wasn’t going to get any better. The Imperials paid Gaskir little head until it became obvious he wasn’t going to quietly duck his head and scurry away from them, as it became clear he was heading for the scene they straightened a little, looking him up and down.
“This is imperial business, be on your way.”
Gaskir didn’t much like Imperials as a general rule, and these two looked the same as all the rest, like arrogant pricks “It’s a dead man on the street, miles from the imperial fucking precinct, this is my business, now get out of my way.” He didn’t even bother showing his markings to them, just pushed their crossed spears apart and walked through, motioning Ten to follow. Penrose was there, speaking to an Imperial officer and the commander of the city watch, that made Gaskir pause, he had not met the new commander, despite being summoned to headquarters several times by the man. He gritted his teeth and approached the trio, nodding to Penrose as he drew along side him, “Sergeant Gaskir reporting commander as requested commander.”
Commander Warten looked Gaskir up and down, “Ah the elusive sergeant Gaskir, sorry to call on you on your rest day but this is your ward and given the circumstance young Penrose here recommended we summon you.”
Gaskir’s dislike of Penrose increased, “It’s no problem sir, was up and about anyway.”
Commander Warten’s raised eyebrow at Gaskirs dishevelled appearance suggested the lie was not so easily believable, “Good, now,” he gestured to the corpse lying on the street, “do you know this man?”
Gaskir bent to study the man, quickly taking in his features, and the cut of his clothes, “never seen him before sir, looks a bit well dressed for the crossroads” He craned his neck forward further, squinting at the ring lying on the cobbles beside the corpse, “house of Junra by the ring sir, it real?”
“Most definitely, that’s why our friends from the palace are here, when we’re done they will be ensuring he is returned to his families holdings in the city,” the commanders voice had dripped with sarcasm on the word friends, suggesting his opinion of the Imperials was not much better than Gaskir’s, “he has no coin on him, we assume the robbers dropped the ring because it would only invite trouble upon them.”
Gaskir looked up from his study and met the commander’s eyes, he spoke carefully, “I’d say that’s fair enough sir, no fence would touch the ring, he’d run straight to the Junra to sell out whoever brought it to him.”
Commander Warten nodded, “We are agreed then, now, where do you think it likely it was before he met this unfortunate end?”
“Honestly sir?” Gaskir glanced at the Imperial officer listening to their conversation
“Honestly”
“The Mermaid would be my guess, though the gods know why, it’s a long shot from home for him, and he’d have passed a few better places on the way.”
The officer finally spoke up, “Commander Warten, I think we have done enough here, we must return Bubba's body to the Junra household, they have been told the news and await us.” His tone suggested that their line of enquiry had gone far enough. Commander Warten waved his assent and motioned for Gaskir to walk with him.
Gaskir fell in with the commander as the four watchmen walked up the hill, wondering why in the hell he had been roused from his bed if they were to hand over all to the Imperials and not follow up on the murder. For it had been a murder, this was no botched robbery, the knife wound was a clean one, professionally administered. Gaskir knew all about knife wounds, he’d been on the end of many, both given and received, he kept walking, waiting for the commander to speak.
“What do you make of our imperial friends presence this morning?”
The question surprised Gaskir, he took a moment to collect his thoughts, “Noble house sir, they take care of their own don’t they?”
“Yes but,” The commander glanced behind him to see how close the two young watchmen were, “as far as I am aware no-one told them.” Gaskir had no answer, it sounded like political troubles, political troubles weren’t his troubles, making them your troubles got you dead. “Take me to this Mermaid sergeant if you please, I’d like to see it,” he turned to Penrose, “head back to your watch house and file a report on this please, have a copy sent to my office as well.”
Penrose saluted, “Yes sir”
“And take young…
“Fratten sir”
“Take young Fratten with you, show him the procedures” As the two watchmen headed away Warten turned to Gaskir, “I’ll be blunt with you sergeant, I’ve been in this god awful city for five months now, I’ve met most of the watch, we have nearly four hundred and fifty you know?” He paused, then continued when Gaskir didn’t comment, “I’ve meet all my captains weekly, I’ve met all the sergeants except you, I was beginning to wonder if you were real, or just a paper name.” Gaskir maintained a stony silence as the resumed their walk, waiting to see just where the commander was going with this talk. “But now I’ve met you sergeant I think I know you, I’ve met you before,” Gaskir’s heart was pounding in his chest now, “indeed I’ve met dozens of you, ex-soldier looking for a quiet life, busting a few drunks heads now and again, with that… disdain for meetings and official business.”
Gaskir breathed out slowly, his relief almost palpable, “you’ve got me sir, never did deal with paper and that stuff, just want a handy job to see me through.”
“And then some bastard goes and drops a noble corpse in the middle of your ward, tries to make it look like a robbery.” The commanders tone was light, but he was watching Gaskir closely, “We both know that was no footpad that stuck the young Junra, that was an assassins work.”
Gaskir nodded slowly, “Yeah I’ve seen enough of knives to know what it was, but bodies show up here all the time.”
“So I hear, Twelve was found three streets over with young Junra's knife in his chest”
Gaskir stopped, "Twelve the merchant?"
"Yes"
"Then the Junra lad's death was..."
"Most certainly"
"Fuck"
"I didn't tell the imperials about Twelve, I'm suspicious enough of their prompt arrival. Dead merchants don't bother me," Warten stopped, turning to Gaskir, “but this one was special sergeant Gaskir, and the Emperor gave me this position for a reason, he knows I’m not the type to let it sit,” Gaskirs heart began to sink, “nor will I, but I don’t know this city, I don’t know its dirty parts, I need someone who does, someone I can trust.”
“Don’t know about trusting me sir, I’m a drunk with a bad knee, my watchmen barely even report to me, most don’t like me,” Gaskir desperately wanted away from this, he had a handy ward, a good life.
“Oh I think we both know you’re much more than that, besides, I always trust a man of the first legion,” Warten looked Gaskir straight in the eyes, daring him to deny it.
Gaskir slumped where he stood, “Who told you?”


It was near dark before Gaskir got back to the Inn, the Commander had insisted on his presence all day, picking over the circumstances of young Bubba of the Junra's death. They hadn't come up with anything solid, but finally called it a day after agreeing that his death, coupled with other activities in the city added up to trouble between the Noble houses, and that trouble like that usually rained shit all over the rest of the city.
He slumped into his usual seat waving for an ale, cursing his commander for dragging him into the shit, his mind turning on the days events. Hog dropped down on the seat opposite, looking rough as hell, and Gaskir told him so.
"You'd look like fucking shit too if you'd spent the night getting the shit kicked out of you"
Gaskir raised an eyebrow, "unhappy client?"
Hog shock his head, "Dolmen"
Gaskir spluttered as he choked on his ale, "The fuck did you do??"
Hog leaned over the table, lowering his voice, "A man called Tatts came to me a week ago, he had the rot, there was nothing I could do for him, so he asked for a way out. I gave him a way, turns out it was Dolmens uncle and he blames me"
Gaskir sat back in his chair, "shit Hog, of all the people to piss off..."
"How was I supposed to know?" hog hissed, "people come to me all the bloody time, its my JOB"
"Fine, fine," gaskir took another mouthful of ale, "so what do you want me to do about it?"
Hog leaned in further, "he was found this afternoon by the docks with a bloody smile, and it wasn't me gave it too him"
Gaskir shook his head, cursing, this day just wasn't getting any better






How it went:
Tattersail shot himself, was not attacked - Died
Dolmen shot Hog, was attacked - Died
Bubba shot Twelve, was attacked - Died
Twelve shot Air, was attacked - Died
Pathos shot Bubba, was not attacked - Lives
Starling shot Dolmen, was not attacked - Lives
Hog shot himself, was attacked - Lives


Round 2
Pathos
Hog
Starling

[Dolmen 2.0]

Quote

Starling shot Dolmen, was not attacked - Lives

Was it the pretty joke?

[Starling]

Dolmen+, on 23 December 2012 - 04:45 PM, said:

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Starling shot Dolmen, was not attacked - Lives

Was it the pretty joke?

Nope, just decided that it was your turn, since I've never shot you before.

I was SO tempted to shoot Tatts though

[Dolmen 2.0]

Starling, on 23 December 2012 - 08:53 PM, said:

Dolmen+, on 23 December 2012 - 04:45 PM, said:

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Starling shot Dolmen, was not attacked - Lives

Was it the pretty joke?

Nope, just decided that it was your turn, since I've never shot you before.

I was SO tempted to shoot Tatts though

...fair enough.

[Macros]

still waiting on starling

[Starling]

Macros, on 25 December 2012 - 12:21 PM, said:

still waiting on starling

Oops, sorry... done!

[Macros]

Will resolve tomorrow morn. Its been a busy week for next

[Dolmen 2.0]

Just to be clear I'm in for the next one and I'm shooting myself. Recurrent suicide has failed to lose its novel appeal on me.

[Macros]

Life, as a general rule, is just like shovelling through shit to find diamonds. Most people just don't find any


Gaskir awoke to a pounding on his door the next morning, but thankfully there was no hangover to complement the racket.
"ALright for fucksake!" he bellowed, "I'm up!" He rolled out of bed and shook himself awake, reaching for his shirt. He opened the door prepared to tear whomever it was had woke him's head off. "What the?" Gaskir was greeted by a blood drenched Hog, knife clutched in his hand.
"I need your help Gask!" Hog stumbled into Gaskirs room
"God's man what happened you?" His mind lurched to another problem. "How many people saw you come in like that??"
"None, I swear, but I need your help, I'm neck deep in it if they put a seeker on his body."
Gaskir groaned and sank to his bed, "who's body?"
"I" Hog took a deep breath to calm himself, "I found Starling dead late last night"
Gaskir's head snapped round, shock written all over his face, "Star?"
Hog nodded, "I thought it was that little Finara prick, one of her clients, he's well known to be rough with the girls."
Gaskir's heart began to sink, "what did you do Hog, please tell me you didn't"
Hog grimaced, "I did, but I found out that it was Star killed Dolmen, to protect me, then killed herself as well. Pathos Finara had nothing to do with it"
Gaskir swore, his life was fucked by his new commander already, this was shit he did not need.
"Right, here's what we're going to do..."



How it went

Pathos shot Air, was attacked - Died
Starling shot herself, was not attacked - Died
Hog shot Pathos, was not attacked - WINS



JADE PIG YELLOW BLUE MIXTURE HOG BOY WINS!!!


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