[Prazec Goul]

Mwahahahaha in your pie face

[Path-Shaper]

Still Day 9.

24 Players still alive: Ampelas, Anomandaris, Barghast, Bendal Home, Cast, Demelain, Denul, Fener, Karosis, Korbas, Liosan, Omtose, Osseric, Pran Chole, Prazec Goul, Serc, Silanah, Silchas Ruin, Sorrit, Spite, Tennes, Togg, Trake, Tulas Shorn

13 for lynch, 12 for night.

1 vote Silanah (Fener)
12 votes Trake (Bendal Home, Denul, Silanah, Liosan, Tulas Shorn, Sorrit, Silchas Ruin, Tennes, Ampelas, Anomandaris, Korbas, Ampelas)
1 vote Togg (Barghast)

[Prazec Goul]

Bah!

[Omtose]

Pran Chole, on 08 April 2013 - 07:55 PM, said:

I'm going to give Trake a few more hours to show up and try to set me right. That is if someone else doesn't hammer him first. If he doesn't show up by then I'll throw down the hammer vote.

You are aware that even if you alted him correctly he could be in an entirely different faction by now? I see little use in waiting longer.

vote Trake

[Prazec Goul]

Good on ya Omtose, good on ya.

[Barghast]

Ruh roh.


Can you imagine what we'll be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need
Of some
Stranger's hands
In a desperate land.

[Anomandaris]

Prazec Goul, on 08 April 2013 - 07:56 PM, said:

Pran Chole, on 08 April 2013 - 07:55 PM, said:

I'm going to give Trake a few more hours to show up and try to set me right. That is if someone else doesn't hammer him first. If he doesn't show up by then I'll throw down the hammer vote.

I forbid you!

Remove vote
Vote Treach

What are you doing?

[Pran Chole]

Omtose, on 08 April 2013 - 08:01 PM, said:

Pran Chole, on 08 April 2013 - 07:55 PM, said:

I'm going to give Trake a few more hours to show up and try to set me right. That is if someone else doesn't hammer him first. If he doesn't show up by then I'll throw down the hammer vote.

You are aware that even if you alted him correctly he could be in an entirely different faction by now? I see little use in waiting longer.

vote Trake

Some players can't get recruited. But too late now. I hope I didn't make a huge mistake by stringing Trake up to rot.

[Path-Shaper]

Day 9 is over

24 Players still alive: Ampelas, Anomandaris, Barghast, Bendal Home, Cast, Demelain, Denul, Fener, Karosis, Korbas, Liosan, Omtose, Osseric, Pran Chole, Prazec Goul, Serc, Silanah, Silchas Ruin, Sorrit, Spite, Tennes, Togg, Trake, Tulas Shorn

13 for lynch, 12 for night.

1 vote Silanah (Fener)
13 votes Trake (Bendal Home, Denul, Silanah, Liosan, Tulas Shorn, Sorrit, Silchas Ruin, Tennes, Ampelas, Anomandaris, Korbas, Ampelas, Omtose)
1 vote Togg (Barghast)


From the Records of Ordo Malleus, report number 62347921-THY67907
The night proved troublesome, as tensions reportedly escalated. shielded by the warp-energy storm, I was unable to maintain visual surveiilance. Sensors reported strong energy discharges, and maasive amounts of blood appear to have been spilled. At one point in the night, the central plaza was under attack by one of the ggantic structures i've mentioned in previous reports as emerging from underground. teh structure was heavily armed and about half of the still unctioning servitors were lost. despite our best efforts, we could not halt the structure's progress towards the prisoner holding pen, untill it was stopped on its own volition. Before we could approach to make further inquiries, the structure exploded, incinerating everyhting withing a 5 block radius.

Morning among the prisoners was rhater predictable, with a number of deaths. It would appear the survivors were the most competent ones, as preliminary scans suggest that every death was a death of a xeno.

Trake is dead. He was a Chaos Sorceror. He was also a Shield of Fener.



Wet paint splashes over eager hands as the paintbrush slowly transforms the white canvas. Finally it's finished. It's the last one. Red paint is dripping on the floor, and everything else is silence. A sound at the door and an eager voice.
"I can't wait to do that." A smile.

Osseric (Bent) is modkilled for inactivity. He was an Esselmontarian and Isaac Mendez.

This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 08 April 2013 - 08:41 PM

[Barghast]

Pran Chole, on 08 April 2013 - 08:05 PM, said:

Omtose, on 08 April 2013 - 08:01 PM, said:

Pran Chole, on 08 April 2013 - 07:55 PM, said:

I'm going to give Trake a few more hours to show up and try to set me right. That is if someone else doesn't hammer him first. If he doesn't show up by then I'll throw down the hammer vote.

You are aware that even if you alted him correctly he could be in an entirely different faction by now? I see little use in waiting longer.

vote Trake

Some players can't get recruited. But too late now. I hope I didn't make a huge mistake by stringing Trake up to rot.

Lost in D'reks wilderness of pain.
And all the children, are insane.
All the children, are insane.
Waiting on the coming rain.

[Path-Shaper]

It is Night 9. All the hours remaining.

[Barghast]

Barghast heads off into the night, searching for the Idol.

[Prazec Goul]

I have no idea what that role is. From how things have been going sounds like it could be either, IMO.

At least we know Bargy isn't Mekin, now.

[Karosis]

Yeah, I'm off to search around for that idol too.

[Karosis]

And Trake a Chaos Sorceror, but again NOT a Fener shield. I wonder if it was possible for Fener to select anyone at all as his shields, not necessarily other Meyerns. Surely not?

[Path-Shaper]

A small group, isolated from the pack is mercilessly hounded toward extinction. Challenge after challenge in a relentless wave of precise swordplay and concentrated attacks on one player continue until they are finally struck down and killed. The blow when it came was a masters touch, from behind.

Sorrit is dead. He was the Seguleh First of the Ice School.

[Path-Shaper]

Karosis, on 08 April 2013 - 08:28 PM, said:

And Trake a Chaos Sorceror, but again NOT a Fener shield. I wonder if it was possible for Fener to select anyone at all as his shields, not necessarily other Meyerns. Surely not?

*cough* edited *cough* nothing to see here...

[Karosis]

Quote

Chaos Sorcerer (Ampelas)
You are one of the few Thousand Sons Chaos Space Marines that have made it to the surface of Olympia 7.
Your task is to perform 5 demonic posession rituals, to open a rift in the Warp, so that Chaos can engulf this world, and your master Tzeench wold get access to the fabled Eldar Webway.
you know that Tellan is your comrade, and you can talk to him at any time off-thread. make sure to cc your conversation to Path-shaper for spoilers.
You are both Faceless Men (FMs).
in order to posess somebody, you must first prepare for a posession by sending the mod a name of a player. the following night you will be able to attempt a posession. if sucessful, you will be given the password for that player's alt and you will thenpost from that alt. your own alt will be declared dead and CF with the allegiance of your target.
Both of you can prepare targets on the same night, but only one of you can attempt a posession every night.
you will win after 5 successful posessions.
You also have one shared recruitment protection, and one shared BulletProof against Night Kill

So Chaos Sorceror is a paired scum FM in the original game, meaning Trake may well have not been Trake when he was lynched, is that right?

[Anomandaris]

Path-Shaper, on 08 April 2013 - 08:40 PM, said:

A small group, isolated from the pack is mercilessly hounded toward extinction. Challenge after challenge in a relentless wave of precise swordplay and concentrated attacks on one player continue until they are finally struck down and killed. The blow when it came was a masters touch, from behind.

Sorrit is dead. He was the Seguleh First of the Ice School.

Ohhhhh that smarts.

[Path-Shaper]

The adventurers had been reluctant at first to get too close to the crystalline ball, but it had not reacted when the young boy from the group ran up and placed his bare hand upon it. After that they had all stepped forward to touch it and agreed they would share its sale, but even with a pair of muscled treasure hunters, a Jheck warrior and a fully-grown Fenn they couldn't move the sphere so much as an inch. For half a bell they tried every trick to dislodge it and then another half a bell trying to break the altar under it, but not a scrap of progress was made. Those who had struggled with the orb sat panting in the center of the room while the rest of the crowd mingled around the domed chamber chatting and examining the wall panels.

Among the adventurers was a man of very dark skin, wrapped in a black cloak, who wore black gloves and black boots. His hair was - you guessed it - black. No one had yet spoken more than a few words to him, since he sneered at anyone who approached. Now his eyes fixated on a young Theftian girl in tattered clothes who was chatting away near the orb. He stepped forward, threw back his cloak (revaling a black shirt and black pants) and shouted a short stream of words too fast to understand. The girl understood enough to take it as a flirtation and immediately rejected the man. Confused, the man babbled incoherently for a few moments before pulling out two long knives from his belt sheaths and lunging forward. The girl was surprised and didn't react for several heartbeats. A master assassin would have used those moments to plant the knives, re-sheath them and disappear before any reaction was possible.

This man was not a master assassin.

He awkwardly swung himself forward so slowly that the girl nearly had enough time to throw herself to the side and out of the killer's reach. The assailant pushed himself far enough forward that his leading knife sliced through the girl's's stomach and then lost his balance and stumbled forward while the girl fell to the ground clutching her gaping chest wound. Arms and knives flailing helplessly, legs tangled in his victim's, the killer stumbled forward for a few frantic steps until he crashed into the crystal sphere. As his body was suddenly halted his arms flew forward, one gripped long-knife swinging around to slice a deep gash across the side of his own neck, the other long-knife jamming itself to the hilt in the pulsing ball of rock.

Pran Chole is dead. He was Amee Najayin.

The onlookers had the time between one heartbeat and the next to stare at the scene in complete silence and then the sphere exploded outward. Shrapnel flew, knocking to the ground those too slow to have ducked. Through the flying shrapnel and through closed eyelids, and even through hands covering faces, the adventurers saw three bright flashes of light - one blue, one red and the last a deep, sickly purple. After the final flare of colour faded away, the adventurers lay wounded and moaning in complete and utter darkness...