[Korabas]

It's too late as Kesso was the hammer vote.

[Kessobahn]

I've already said that if you need to confirm my role, you may as well target me with something. I have another alt, so I wouldn't mind taking a hit if that clears up any confusion. I do admit that Venesara has so far maintained Trake's posting tendency (or lack thereof). If that was done deliberately, then Venesara has played well.

[Tulas Shorn]

Korabas, on 18 April 2013 - 11:05 PM, said:

Venesara, on 18 April 2013 - 10:53 PM, said:

Ugh, idiots.

I was trake. Not a recruiter, not a goodkinder. Seems to me like Korabas is doing his best to take out his scum opponents, so if you're looking for Goodkinders I would start with him.

No it was Tulas doing his best job of having us do his work for him. He flat out lied about the recruiter bit. Got us to hold off lynching him for another couple of days.

False. The numbers changed. There IS a recruiter.

[Prazec Goul]

THIS

[Prazec Goul]

IS

This post has been edited by Prazec Goul: 18 April 2013 - 11:41 PM

[Prazec Goul]

FANTASTIC

[Korabas]

Are you calling the game there Prazec? Did the Serial killer win?

[Prazec Goul]

Korabas, you have failed your people. Prepare to die.

[Path-Shaper]

Day 15 is over.

14 Players still alive: Dejim Nebrahl, Fener, Galain, Kedeviss, Kessobahn, Korabas, Korvalain, Nimander Golit, Okral Lom, Prazec Goul, Ryadd Eleis, Sukul Ankhadu, Tulas Shorn, Venesara

8 votes to lynch, 7 to go to night

1 vote for Kedeviss (Prazec Goul)
1 vote for Fener (Galain)
7 votes for Venesara (Korabas, Ryadd Eleis, Fener, Nimander Golit, Korvalain, Kessobahn, Tulas Shorn)
1 vote for Korabas (Sukul Ankhadu)


The first day of the gathering of the mighty and powerful passes in confusion. Without Caesar to direct it, everyone is screaming to be heard over the noise, only to increase it and make it harder for the man next to him to make himself heard in turn.

Then a voice is heard, aiming its insults at another senator.

"Senator Kessobahn, you are nothing but a filthy foreigner! Time abroad has spoiled you! Why, couldn't you stick to the vineyards of the West(eros)? How dare you speak out and lecture us on the way our Republic should be run?"

"I'm of pure Roman descent," the accused answers, fainting slightly. "What is mine is mine through blood and sweat and tears and good iron!"

Other voices mix in, and the situation is bound to get violent when Cicero suddenly turns to Octavianus, in response to a sneer in his direction by the boy. Opposite him, Marc Anthony smiles, raising his winecup in a mock salute to his adversary in the race for the fortunes and supporters of dead Caesar. An wave of sound and threats washes over Caesar's young heir. The most volatile of the young man's opponents seizes his toga, pulling him to him, eyes wide open and forehead creased with fury.

"You, me little lad, are going down. Down, I tell you!"
Octavian struggles, but he is no match for a man three times his age and twice his size.
As others try to pull the two apart, the brawny aggressor is thrown back. The pushing match escalates when Octavian's followers draw daggers and throw themselves at him, slashing his left arm, then hammering the daggers into his chest… only to be stopped by the clang of a bronze breastplate.

From under his toga, the man draws a notched gladius, a far superior weapon with greater reach and a vicious edge. The attackers back off, and the man laughs. "I gave my blood for the glory of the Republic. The people cheered me, for they know that I did what I did for Rome. They still know that. You, you are all a bunch of cowards. You were cowards when I led our armies, you are cowards now, that an unblooded stripling is scheming to take over Caesar's heritage, eyeing that which lies within his grasp: the entire Republic." With those words, he backs away, kicking open the large doors to the Forum, shoving aside the town crier, and disappearing in the crowd

Octavian's followers rush him from all sides and he doesn't stand a chance.

Venesara (Starling) is dead. She was a Meyern and Longinus.

[Prazec Goul]

Darn, Korabas, I expected different from you. Oh well, too late to change it now... consider it a warning.

[Korabas]

Prazec Goul, on 18 April 2013 - 11:54 PM, said:

Darn, Korabas, I expected different from you. Oh well, too late to change it now... consider it a warning.

I seriously thought about it this time. I'm probably going to regret not doing different but time will tell.

[Fener]

Damnit.

[Korvalain]

Korabas, on 18 April 2013 - 10:50 PM, said:

Tulas Shorn, on 18 April 2013 - 10:41 PM, said:

Don't forget Eriksonians, you are still competing against Esslemonts (Ryadd, Kedeviss and Galain and prolly 1-2 more). Just a friendly reminder

Keep sowing the seeds of discord why don't ya. Turn us all against each other while you sit nice and pretty and secure picking us off one by one by one. Or better yet have us pick each other off.

Yo, this rancher is walking through the desert on the outskirts of his home, and spots a snake entwined in the frayed rope of an old hunters trap. The rancher looks over at the snake with sympathy, and asks him what happened. The snake replied about having chased a fat little morsel of a meal into this scarce patch of foliage where he became trapped by the unseen rope entertained amidst the brambles.

The rancher knows that its a horrible death that awaits the snake, that of thirsting to death under the hot sun, and asks the snake if it is too far trapped, or if it thinks it can be freed. The snakes eyes brighten with hope and begins to thank the rancher over and over, telling him he'd owe him his life and would repay the debt by leading the rancher to where passing thugs had burried stolen gold.

The rancher begins the arduous task of carefully freeing the snake, sweating in the hot sun. Hours pass and finally he removes the last knot that had a death grip on the snakes tail. The snake is very weak from the ordeal, and the rancher softly lifts the snake free of the cactus prison and lies him on the soft sand, not knowing if it was ready to lead him towards this hidden treasure, or if he'd require time to rest, so he also sits among the soft, shifting sand, his thoughts filled with the glitter of gold.

Just as the rancher was envisioning himself hoisting crates of coins from the dry earth, also at some point having found and donned a gold crown, adorned with rubies as red as the sky is now that the sun was dying for the day, he feels a pain explode up his arm.

He looks down to note the twin pricks on his right wrist, small droplets of blood oozing from the newly made wounds that are now sliding down onto his hand, falling to the sand below. The small amount of blood would go unnoticed unless it had been your own. In shock and with horrible disbelief he finds the snake as it is just beginning to slither away into the darkening horizon.

The betrayal fills him with anger for revenge but he finds he can't control his limbs enough to reach into his pack for an instrument of death. He only has enough life to voice after the fleeing snake, inquiring as to why he would betray him, especially after he'd freed him from certain death.

The snake replies, "Look bitch, you knew I was a snake."

[Tulas Shorn]

Korvalain, on 19 April 2013 - 12:03 AM, said:

Korabas, on 18 April 2013 - 10:50 PM, said:

Tulas Shorn, on 18 April 2013 - 10:41 PM, said:

Don't forget Eriksonians, you are still competing against Esslemonts (Ryadd, Kedeviss and Galain and prolly 1-2 more). Just a friendly reminder

Keep sowing the seeds of discord why don't ya. Turn us all against each other while you sit nice and pretty and secure picking us off one by one by one. Or better yet have us pick each other off.

Yo, this rancher is walking through the desert on the outskirts of his home, and spots a snake entwined in the frayed rope of an old hunters trap. The rancher looks over at the snake with sympathy, and asks him what happened. The snake replied about having chased a fat little morsel of a meal into this scarce patch of foliage where he became trapped by the unseen rope entertained amidst the brambles.

The rancher knows that its a horrible death that awaits the snake, that of thirsting to death under the hot sun, and asks the snake if it is too far trapped, or if it thinks it can be freed. The snakes eyes brighten with hope and begins to thank the rancher over and over, telling him he'd owe him his life and would repay the debt by leading the rancher to where passing thugs had burried stolen gold.

The rancher begins the arduous task of carefully freeing the snake, sweating in the hot sun. Hours pass and finally he removes the last knot that had a death grip on the snakes tail. The snake is very weak from the ordeal, and the rancher softly lifts the snake free of the cactus prison and lies him on the soft sand, not knowing if it was ready to lead him towards this hidden treasure, or if he'd require time to rest, so he also sits among the soft, shifting sand, his thoughts filled with the glitter of gold.

Just as the rancher was envisioning himself hoisting crates of coins from the dry earth, also at some point having found and donned a gold crown, adorned with rubies as red as the sky is now that the sun was dying for the day, he feels a pain explode up his arm.

He looks down to note the twin pricks on his right wrist, small droplets of blood oozing from the newly made wounds that are now sliding down onto his hand, falling to the sand below. The small amount of blood would go unnoticed unless it had been your own. In shock and with horrible disbelief he finds the snake as it is just beginning to slither away into the darkening horizon.

The betrayal fills him with anger for revenge but he finds he can't control his limbs enough to reach into his pack for an instrument of death. He only has enough life to voice after the fleeing snake, inquiring as to why he would betray him, especially after he'd freed him from certain death.

The snake replies, "Look bitch, you knew I was a snake."

I am the hidden treasure in that story. Right?

[Tulas Shorn]

Path-Shaper, on 18 April 2013 - 11:45 PM, said:

Venesara (Starling) is dead. She was a Meyern and Longinus.

Uhhhh, I did not see that coming. Who the fuck are the goodkinders? Really hope I didn't get guarded. I need to see what the count is at.

[Path-Shaper]

I'm not Steve the Tyrant! I'm not Khell!

I'm Fener the Friendly!

I'm Korbas_!

vote night!

Fener (Lady Bliss) is dead. He was a Meyern and Steve the Tyrant.

[Tulas Shorn]

Path-Shaper, on 19 April 2013 - 12:16 AM, said:

I'm not Steve the Tyrant! I'm not Khell!

I'm Fener the Friendly!

I'm Korbas_!

vote night!

Fener (Lady Bliss) is dead. He was a Meyern and Steve the Tyrant.

Holy shit.... What?!

[Galain]

Seems like Fener only had two alts, two very powerful alts.
May suggest that because TS seems really OP, maybe he has just the one alt?

[Kessobahn]

Turned on Fener pretty quick there Tulas...

[Galain]

Tulas Shorn, on 19 April 2013 - 12:18 AM, said:

Path-Shaper, on 19 April 2013 - 12:16 AM, said:

I'm not Steve the Tyrant! I'm not Khell!

I'm Fener the Friendly!

I'm Korbas_!

vote night!

Fener (Lady Bliss) is dead. He was a Meyern and Steve the Tyrant.

Holy shit.... What?!

You killed him?
You don't need to pretend dear.