Posted June 23, 2011
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Robbeasy
Too Old
Registered: Sep 2008
From United Kingdom
bazilisek
gone
Registered: Oct 2009
From Czech Republic
Posted June 23, 2011
Night 2 flavour:
jesskitten received:
Looking around and seeing just an empty corridor, you opened the door to Vitek's room and peeked in. No one there. You crossed the threshold and lightly closed the door behind you.
The room was decorated in a painful explosion of colours. Whoever lives here lacks any semblance of taste. Among all the pastel coloured rainbows, motley patterns and violent polka dots, you vaguely recognised objects stacked on the many shelves of this room: decorative statuettes, sea shells of various kinds, souveniers from who knows where, knick-knacks and all sorts of junk. You'll hardly find anything useful there. Your eyes slightly hurting from the multitude of things, you focused on the centrepiece of the room: a dressing table with a large mirror standing right next to the bed.
In front of the mirror, there was a fine comb and a well used tin. You opened the tin full of expectations, but only found something that looked like pomade and vaguely smelled of fish. The only other object on the table was a porcelain statue of two ballet dancers in the middle of a complicated figure. The drawers didn't yield anything interesting except dust bunnies. No letters, no documents, nothing.
You briefly searched the bed, covered with a crude patchwork bedspread, but didn't find anything except a fluffy and rather worn teddybear. Picking up the teddybear to look at it better, you saw that the small and cute T-shirt it was wearing, and which looked like the room owner's inexpert handiwork, carries a proud inscription on the front: "I (heart) my Town!"
Being satisfied with this, you put everything back in its proper place, left the room and hurried back to your own. You opened the door and walked in. Turning around to close the door behind you, you noticed someone standing quietly in the corner.
"You? What are YOU doing here?"
You have investigated Vitek. He is Town.
QuadrAlien received:
Following ViolatorX from the main hall wasn't difficult. As he disappeared in his room, you looked around and finding a handy corner partially hidden in shadow, and with a heavy curtain to protect you from prying eyes as well, you started your night vigil. It was long, and it was pretty boring, too. You were not entirely sure you hadn't fallen asleep for a while there, but you were quite certain no one tried to harm ViolatorX in the night -- you are a very light sleeper, after all. No, ViolatorX was safe tonight.
As the dawn was slowly breaking, you hurried back to your room to avoid drawing attention you most certainly don't need.
You have protected ViolatorX.
Rodzaju received:
Carefully opening nmillar's door, you found him lying in bed and snoring louder than you ever thought possible. Watching him for a while, you decided to poke around a bit even though he's there -- if he wakes up, you'll have plenty of warning and lots of time to get lost.
The room was fairly spartan in its furnishings -- the bed looked rather comfy, but the rest of it was quite bare. The only surface that apparently saw any use was a massive desk in the corner. Going closer to it, you saw something you recognised well -- a makeshift workshop of a fellow handyman. Your trained eye, however, immediately recognised that the tools lying there were very worn, some inexpertly repaired, and even some more you did not recognise at all. You looked around to find what nmillar was making there, careful not to move things around too much and make noise. And you did find a great many contraptions, apparently finished, lying haphazardly on the table and on the floor next to it, but even after studying them very carefully, you couldn't understand the purpose of a single one of them. A lot of them looked a bit like mouse traps, but you seriously doubted they would catch a single mouse. Many others you just didn't understand, no matter how hard you tried. Whatever nmillar is doing there, you doubt he is very good at it.
Looking around the room one more time and finding nothing else of interest, you opened the door, walked out and closed it behind you quietly. The happily snoring nmillar never noticed you were there.
You have made a search of nmillar's room.
Typhoon45 received:
Always polite, you knocked on the door to jesskitten's room. No answer. Where can she be, you wondered? Trying the handle, you found the door was unlocked and walked in, closing the door behind you. It was very dark in there, with a strong aroma of tea leaves in the air, and jesskitten nowhere to be seen. No matter. You have time, you can wait.
You tried standing in various corners of the room, wanting to find the one from which you'll be able to announce your presence with the greatest effect. She's going to be so surprised. You laughed to yourself quietly.
You picked the best spot and positioned yourself there. Now for the waiting part. Oh, how you hate waiting.
What seemed like half, no, three quarters of an eternity later, the door finally opened and jesskitten walked in. And then you realised you forgot to plan the whole "announcing your presence" part. You started thinking quickly, but jesskitten had already turned around to close the door and saw you.
"You? What are YOU doing here?"
So much for dramatic effect.
"I have come here to schedule an appointment with your maker for you!" you announced with what you hoped was a menacing face, but strongly suspected looked like you just ate something bad. Ah, what the hell. You saw jesskitten clearly puzzled by all this, and used the opportunity to swiftly leap behind her and throw your trusty garotte over her neck. At least something will go well tonight, you thought.
When you saw life had finally gone out of poor jesskitten, you took the length of rope you had brought with you, and hanged her limp body from the chandelier. You attached the note you had prepared and satisfied with your work, left the room. This is going to confuse the stupid townies so much!
You have killed jesskitten.
ViolatorX received:
This is no time for subtlety, you thought as you opened the door to Vitek's room and looked in. You saw him standing next to a shelf, with his back to you, arranging something in the collection of junk he had amassed there. No, this is not a time for subtlety at all. Rising one of your massive fists in the air, you aimed at the spot where you were taught to hit and brought your hand down with a heavy thump. Vitek silently collapsed on the floor. You left knowing that at least for tonight, he was out of the equation.
You have roleblocked Vitek.
jesskitten received:
Looking around and seeing just an empty corridor, you opened the door to Vitek's room and peeked in. No one there. You crossed the threshold and lightly closed the door behind you.
The room was decorated in a painful explosion of colours. Whoever lives here lacks any semblance of taste. Among all the pastel coloured rainbows, motley patterns and violent polka dots, you vaguely recognised objects stacked on the many shelves of this room: decorative statuettes, sea shells of various kinds, souveniers from who knows where, knick-knacks and all sorts of junk. You'll hardly find anything useful there. Your eyes slightly hurting from the multitude of things, you focused on the centrepiece of the room: a dressing table with a large mirror standing right next to the bed.
In front of the mirror, there was a fine comb and a well used tin. You opened the tin full of expectations, but only found something that looked like pomade and vaguely smelled of fish. The only other object on the table was a porcelain statue of two ballet dancers in the middle of a complicated figure. The drawers didn't yield anything interesting except dust bunnies. No letters, no documents, nothing.
You briefly searched the bed, covered with a crude patchwork bedspread, but didn't find anything except a fluffy and rather worn teddybear. Picking up the teddybear to look at it better, you saw that the small and cute T-shirt it was wearing, and which looked like the room owner's inexpert handiwork, carries a proud inscription on the front: "I (heart) my Town!"
Being satisfied with this, you put everything back in its proper place, left the room and hurried back to your own. You opened the door and walked in. Turning around to close the door behind you, you noticed someone standing quietly in the corner.
"You? What are YOU doing here?"
You have investigated Vitek. He is Town.
QuadrAlien received:
Following ViolatorX from the main hall wasn't difficult. As he disappeared in his room, you looked around and finding a handy corner partially hidden in shadow, and with a heavy curtain to protect you from prying eyes as well, you started your night vigil. It was long, and it was pretty boring, too. You were not entirely sure you hadn't fallen asleep for a while there, but you were quite certain no one tried to harm ViolatorX in the night -- you are a very light sleeper, after all. No, ViolatorX was safe tonight.
As the dawn was slowly breaking, you hurried back to your room to avoid drawing attention you most certainly don't need.
You have protected ViolatorX.
Rodzaju received:
Carefully opening nmillar's door, you found him lying in bed and snoring louder than you ever thought possible. Watching him for a while, you decided to poke around a bit even though he's there -- if he wakes up, you'll have plenty of warning and lots of time to get lost.
The room was fairly spartan in its furnishings -- the bed looked rather comfy, but the rest of it was quite bare. The only surface that apparently saw any use was a massive desk in the corner. Going closer to it, you saw something you recognised well -- a makeshift workshop of a fellow handyman. Your trained eye, however, immediately recognised that the tools lying there were very worn, some inexpertly repaired, and even some more you did not recognise at all. You looked around to find what nmillar was making there, careful not to move things around too much and make noise. And you did find a great many contraptions, apparently finished, lying haphazardly on the table and on the floor next to it, but even after studying them very carefully, you couldn't understand the purpose of a single one of them. A lot of them looked a bit like mouse traps, but you seriously doubted they would catch a single mouse. Many others you just didn't understand, no matter how hard you tried. Whatever nmillar is doing there, you doubt he is very good at it.
Looking around the room one more time and finding nothing else of interest, you opened the door, walked out and closed it behind you quietly. The happily snoring nmillar never noticed you were there.
You have made a search of nmillar's room.
Typhoon45 received:
Always polite, you knocked on the door to jesskitten's room. No answer. Where can she be, you wondered? Trying the handle, you found the door was unlocked and walked in, closing the door behind you. It was very dark in there, with a strong aroma of tea leaves in the air, and jesskitten nowhere to be seen. No matter. You have time, you can wait.
You tried standing in various corners of the room, wanting to find the one from which you'll be able to announce your presence with the greatest effect. She's going to be so surprised. You laughed to yourself quietly.
You picked the best spot and positioned yourself there. Now for the waiting part. Oh, how you hate waiting.
What seemed like half, no, three quarters of an eternity later, the door finally opened and jesskitten walked in. And then you realised you forgot to plan the whole "announcing your presence" part. You started thinking quickly, but jesskitten had already turned around to close the door and saw you.
"You? What are YOU doing here?"
So much for dramatic effect.
"I have come here to schedule an appointment with your maker for you!" you announced with what you hoped was a menacing face, but strongly suspected looked like you just ate something bad. Ah, what the hell. You saw jesskitten clearly puzzled by all this, and used the opportunity to swiftly leap behind her and throw your trusty garotte over her neck. At least something will go well tonight, you thought.
When you saw life had finally gone out of poor jesskitten, you took the length of rope you had brought with you, and hanged her limp body from the chandelier. You attached the note you had prepared and satisfied with your work, left the room. This is going to confuse the stupid townies so much!
You have killed jesskitten.
ViolatorX received:
This is no time for subtlety, you thought as you opened the door to Vitek's room and looked in. You saw him standing next to a shelf, with his back to you, arranging something in the collection of junk he had amassed there. No, this is not a time for subtlety at all. Rising one of your massive fists in the air, you aimed at the spot where you were taught to hit and brought your hand down with a heavy thump. Vitek silently collapsed on the floor. You left knowing that at least for tonight, he was out of the equation.
You have roleblocked Vitek.
Post edited June 23, 2011 by bazilisek
Rodzaju
Official Bastard
Registered: Jan 2010
From United Kingdom
Posted June 23, 2011
Night 3 please
bazilisek
gone
Registered: Oct 2009
From Czech Republic
Posted June 23, 2011
Night 3 flavour:
TwilightBard received:
Shortly before daybreak, your messengers politely knocked on your door.
"Sir, we have the report for you, sir!"
"Excellent! So tell me, what has Orryrro been up to tonight, then?"
"Nothing at all, sir."
"What?"
"He didn't leave his room all night, sir."
"Are you sure? So you didn't learn anything about him?"
"Yes, sir. And no, sir. Except that he has a very peculiar snore. And very loud, too, sir."
"Well, that's not very helpful, is it? Thank you anyway. You may go."
This didn't go all that well, then. But wait, there's someone else knocking now? Who can it be?
You have tracked Orryyrro. This night, he didn't target anyone.
Rodzaju received:
So let's see: a saw... too slow. A sledgehammer... too heavy. A vise... far too impractical. Ah, here it is, you said to yourself, picking up a screwdriver from your workbench.
Locating TwilightBard's room was harder than you expected. You searched the palace systematically, but the twisting corridors made this a much more difficult job than it should have been. Almost becoming afraid you won't make it there until daybreak, you finally found the right place. Let's do this. You knocked on the door.
"Who's there?"
"The handyman. There's a screw loose in your room on the... eh... on the ceiling. If I don't tighten it, the whole thing could collapse right on you."
"Oh, that sounds very dangerous indeed. Do come on in, then!"
Entering the room, you looked around. Gold. Lots of gold. TwilightBard must be someone important. He's got this huge chair in the centre which he's sitting in, still too small for his enormously fat frame.
"I'll need a ladder to get to the ceiling. Do you have one here?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. Probably not, I'm afraid."
"Well, could I use your chair instead? Because going back for my ladder would take far too much time and the ceiling could collapse any minute now."
"My what, my chair? Oh, you mean this? Certainly, my dear fellow. Do what you must."
"Don't worry, I will."
The fat man rose from his chair and walked a few steps to let you pass. You moved towards the chair and behind him. This is too easy, you thought as with one deft movement, you plunged the screwdriver in TwilightBard's jugular. Quickly jumping to the side to keep away from the spray of blood from his neck, you realised it was becoming far too late and that you have to go, now. This job is finished, anyway.
You have killed TwilightBard.
QuadrAlien received:
How many corridors does this palace have, anyway? Cursing under your breath, you hurried along to get to Vitek's room before any potential attacker would. Ah, there it is. Good. Now to find a good vantage point.
Luckily, the palace was an ideal place for spying on people. You found another heavy curtain in a corner that would to the job nicely. Now the waiting. Too bad you can't at least light your pipe here. So boring, this protecting business is.
And it was boring for the next eight hours. You were certain you were awake the whole time, and that no one tried to harm Vitek while you were there. Let's call that a partial success.
You have protected Vitek.
ViolatorX received:
One time apparently wasn't enough. You just made a quick stop at your room to pick up a suitable tool and knowing the way, continued right to Vitek's room and walked in. The guy never learns! He was sitting at his dressing table, his back to the door again, busy scribbling something on a piece of paper. For a while, you were afraid he might catch a glimpse of you in the mirror, but apparently, writing was far too difficult a job for him, and he was fully concentrating on that. His loss.
Very swiftly, you moved behind him and whacked him right on the head with a massive chimney pipe you had brought with you. He collapsed right on the table. That's a pretty thick skull he has got there, you thought, seeing his laboured breathing that confirmed he was still alive. But you were pretty sure he was not going to get up until morning.
Well, no point wasting any more time here. The whole job took just a minute. I'm getting really good at this, you thought as you went back to your room.
You have roleblocked Vitek.
Vitek received:
There is so much mistrust in the air! Why can't people just get along, you wondered. If there only was a way to tell someone that you were innocent... Wait, there is!
You got an idea, and started acting on it quickly. Pulling out a sheet of paper and a pen, you sat at your dressing table and started composing a letter to Rodzaju. Why didn't you think of that sooner!
Wait, you know why you didn't. Spelling. That has always been a nightmare. Is it "frend" or "friend"? "Fiend"? No, that's something else entirely, isn't it?
Too engrossed in your writing effort, you noticed far too late that there was a shadow growing bigger in the mirror in front of you. And before you knew it, you registered an explosion of pain in the back of your head and knew no more.
When you came back to your senses, the sun was rising. So much for the idea with the letter. Time to go to the hall.
You have tried sending a friendly greeting to Rodzaju. You have been roleblocked.
TwilightBard received:
Shortly before daybreak, your messengers politely knocked on your door.
"Sir, we have the report for you, sir!"
"Excellent! So tell me, what has Orryrro been up to tonight, then?"
"Nothing at all, sir."
"What?"
"He didn't leave his room all night, sir."
"Are you sure? So you didn't learn anything about him?"
"Yes, sir. And no, sir. Except that he has a very peculiar snore. And very loud, too, sir."
"Well, that's not very helpful, is it? Thank you anyway. You may go."
This didn't go all that well, then. But wait, there's someone else knocking now? Who can it be?
You have tracked Orryyrro. This night, he didn't target anyone.
Rodzaju received:
So let's see: a saw... too slow. A sledgehammer... too heavy. A vise... far too impractical. Ah, here it is, you said to yourself, picking up a screwdriver from your workbench.
Locating TwilightBard's room was harder than you expected. You searched the palace systematically, but the twisting corridors made this a much more difficult job than it should have been. Almost becoming afraid you won't make it there until daybreak, you finally found the right place. Let's do this. You knocked on the door.
"Who's there?"
"The handyman. There's a screw loose in your room on the... eh... on the ceiling. If I don't tighten it, the whole thing could collapse right on you."
"Oh, that sounds very dangerous indeed. Do come on in, then!"
Entering the room, you looked around. Gold. Lots of gold. TwilightBard must be someone important. He's got this huge chair in the centre which he's sitting in, still too small for his enormously fat frame.
"I'll need a ladder to get to the ceiling. Do you have one here?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. Probably not, I'm afraid."
"Well, could I use your chair instead? Because going back for my ladder would take far too much time and the ceiling could collapse any minute now."
"My what, my chair? Oh, you mean this? Certainly, my dear fellow. Do what you must."
"Don't worry, I will."
The fat man rose from his chair and walked a few steps to let you pass. You moved towards the chair and behind him. This is too easy, you thought as with one deft movement, you plunged the screwdriver in TwilightBard's jugular. Quickly jumping to the side to keep away from the spray of blood from his neck, you realised it was becoming far too late and that you have to go, now. This job is finished, anyway.
You have killed TwilightBard.
QuadrAlien received:
How many corridors does this palace have, anyway? Cursing under your breath, you hurried along to get to Vitek's room before any potential attacker would. Ah, there it is. Good. Now to find a good vantage point.
Luckily, the palace was an ideal place for spying on people. You found another heavy curtain in a corner that would to the job nicely. Now the waiting. Too bad you can't at least light your pipe here. So boring, this protecting business is.
And it was boring for the next eight hours. You were certain you were awake the whole time, and that no one tried to harm Vitek while you were there. Let's call that a partial success.
You have protected Vitek.
ViolatorX received:
One time apparently wasn't enough. You just made a quick stop at your room to pick up a suitable tool and knowing the way, continued right to Vitek's room and walked in. The guy never learns! He was sitting at his dressing table, his back to the door again, busy scribbling something on a piece of paper. For a while, you were afraid he might catch a glimpse of you in the mirror, but apparently, writing was far too difficult a job for him, and he was fully concentrating on that. His loss.
Very swiftly, you moved behind him and whacked him right on the head with a massive chimney pipe you had brought with you. He collapsed right on the table. That's a pretty thick skull he has got there, you thought, seeing his laboured breathing that confirmed he was still alive. But you were pretty sure he was not going to get up until morning.
Well, no point wasting any more time here. The whole job took just a minute. I'm getting really good at this, you thought as you went back to your room.
You have roleblocked Vitek.
Vitek received:
There is so much mistrust in the air! Why can't people just get along, you wondered. If there only was a way to tell someone that you were innocent... Wait, there is!
You got an idea, and started acting on it quickly. Pulling out a sheet of paper and a pen, you sat at your dressing table and started composing a letter to Rodzaju. Why didn't you think of that sooner!
Wait, you know why you didn't. Spelling. That has always been a nightmare. Is it "frend" or "friend"? "Fiend"? No, that's something else entirely, isn't it?
Too engrossed in your writing effort, you noticed far too late that there was a shadow growing bigger in the mirror in front of you. And before you knew it, you registered an explosion of pain in the back of your head and knew no more.
When you came back to your senses, the sun was rising. So much for the idea with the letter. Time to go to the hall.
You have tried sending a friendly greeting to Rodzaju. You have been roleblocked.
Post edited June 23, 2011 by bazilisek
Robbeasy
Too Old
Registered: Sep 2008
From United Kingdom
Posted June 23, 2011
Onward!
bazilisek
gone
Registered: Oct 2009
From Czech Republic
Posted June 23, 2011
Night 4 flavour:
QuadrAlien received:
You went through your drawers, selecting all mushrooms that could be useful tonight and cramming them in your pockets. The whole thing is drawing to an end, and you should be prepared now.
Satisfied with your selection, you left your room and headed right towards Rodzaju's. Hopefully you won't be late tonight. To your surprise, however, just as you came to the door, it opened and Rodzaju walked out.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, shocked and a bit scared.
"Don't be afraid! I'm the doc. I'm here to protect you tonight," you said.
"Oh, really? That is awfully nice of you. I must say I appreciate that very much indeed, thank you," Rodzaju replied delightedly. "But you've got to come with me. I'm investigating Orryyrro tonight, and there's no time to waste. I'm thinking he's up and about, but you can never tell when he's coming back."
"All right, that sounds like a splendid idea. And we have better chances if we go together, I suppose. I presume you know the way?"
"Of course. Follow me."
And Rodzaju clearly knew the way. The two of you were hurrying through old and evidently less frequented corridors of the palace, twisting and turning so unexpectedly that without Rodzaju as a guide, you'd easily get lost here for hours. Then Rodzaju stopped in front of one door.
"This is it," he whispered. "Now I don't expect anyone will come from the way we just did, it's far too long and complicated; Orryyrro will probably be coming back from that way," and he pointed to a staircase nearby. "I'll make a quick search of his room. Will you cover my back?"
"Certainly," you replied. Having some experience with this, you looked around the top of the staircase and found a place partially hidden in shadows, right at the bannister, with an excellent view of the whole flight of stairs. There was no way anyone could walk up here without you noticing. This night is going to be a success.
"The only thing missing now is my pipe," was the thought running through your head when suddenly, you heard a very noisy metallic crash right behind you and before you could turn around, you felt two hands violently grabbing your legs and with one swift movement, throwing you over the railing. You saw the slabs on the palace floor getting closer, then heard a heavy, wet thump, and knew no more.
You have protected Rodzaju. Something went wrong.
Rodzaju received:
The stupid screwdriver almost gave me away, you thought, looking at your selection of tools. Everything I could possibly use seems so terribly obvious now! Well, no matter. QuadrAlien's bound to have something in his room I can kill him with.
Rather angry, you opened the door of your room and swiftly walked out. But right at the doorstep, you nearly collided with - QuadrAlien himself!
"What are you doing here?" you asked, flabbergasted.
"Don't be afraid! I'm the doc. I'm here to protect you tonight," QuadrAlien replied.
What a lucky night!
"Oh, really? That is awfully nice of you," you said, a wide grin starting to appear on your face. "I must say I appreciate that very much indeed, thank you." Think, Rodzaju, think quick! "But you've got to come with me. I'm investigating Orryyrro tonight, and there's no time to waste. I'm thinking he's up and about, but you can never tell when he's coming back."
"All right, that sounds like a splendid idea. And we have better chances if we go together, I suppose. I presume you know the way?"
"Of course. Follow me."
The fool! He has no idea what he's doing, does he? You led QuadrAlien through the darkest corridors of the palace, just waiting for an opportunity. It took a fairly long time (and you were quite sure you got lost along the way and that the journey back would be difficult), but then you finally saw the perfect place: a staircase, with a door nearby. You stopped there.
"This is it," you whispered. "Now I don't expect anyone will come from the way we just did, it's far too long and complicated; Orryyrro will probably be coming back from that way," and you pointed at the staircase. "I'll make a quick search of his room. Will you cover my back?"
"Certainly," QuadrAlien replied. And without any hesitation, he quickly found the best observation spot at the top of the staircase, right at the bannister and partially hidden in shadows, in a position from which he had an overview of the entire flight of stairs. He's good at this, you thought. He'd make a good recruit. But life isn't fair.
Coming up with a plan was simple now. Quickly move behind him, then a shove and we're done. Good. You waited for a minute or two, to let QuadrAlien's guard drop, and went for it. Going behind him, now -- oh bloody hell who put the chandelier here where you can't see it? -- a trip followed by a thunderous crash; so much for subtlety! Hurry, grab the legs, throw him over the railing before he looks around to see what is going on! Yes!
You watched QuadrAlien's body sail through the air, and kept looking as it landed heavily on the marble slabs on the floor. He never knew what happened. Perfect. Another job well done.
Now which way is back to my room?
You have killed QuadrAlien.
QuadrAlien received:
You went through your drawers, selecting all mushrooms that could be useful tonight and cramming them in your pockets. The whole thing is drawing to an end, and you should be prepared now.
Satisfied with your selection, you left your room and headed right towards Rodzaju's. Hopefully you won't be late tonight. To your surprise, however, just as you came to the door, it opened and Rodzaju walked out.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, shocked and a bit scared.
"Don't be afraid! I'm the doc. I'm here to protect you tonight," you said.
"Oh, really? That is awfully nice of you. I must say I appreciate that very much indeed, thank you," Rodzaju replied delightedly. "But you've got to come with me. I'm investigating Orryyrro tonight, and there's no time to waste. I'm thinking he's up and about, but you can never tell when he's coming back."
"All right, that sounds like a splendid idea. And we have better chances if we go together, I suppose. I presume you know the way?"
"Of course. Follow me."
And Rodzaju clearly knew the way. The two of you were hurrying through old and evidently less frequented corridors of the palace, twisting and turning so unexpectedly that without Rodzaju as a guide, you'd easily get lost here for hours. Then Rodzaju stopped in front of one door.
"This is it," he whispered. "Now I don't expect anyone will come from the way we just did, it's far too long and complicated; Orryyrro will probably be coming back from that way," and he pointed to a staircase nearby. "I'll make a quick search of his room. Will you cover my back?"
"Certainly," you replied. Having some experience with this, you looked around the top of the staircase and found a place partially hidden in shadows, right at the bannister, with an excellent view of the whole flight of stairs. There was no way anyone could walk up here without you noticing. This night is going to be a success.
"The only thing missing now is my pipe," was the thought running through your head when suddenly, you heard a very noisy metallic crash right behind you and before you could turn around, you felt two hands violently grabbing your legs and with one swift movement, throwing you over the railing. You saw the slabs on the palace floor getting closer, then heard a heavy, wet thump, and knew no more.
You have protected Rodzaju. Something went wrong.
Rodzaju received:
The stupid screwdriver almost gave me away, you thought, looking at your selection of tools. Everything I could possibly use seems so terribly obvious now! Well, no matter. QuadrAlien's bound to have something in his room I can kill him with.
Rather angry, you opened the door of your room and swiftly walked out. But right at the doorstep, you nearly collided with - QuadrAlien himself!
"What are you doing here?" you asked, flabbergasted.
"Don't be afraid! I'm the doc. I'm here to protect you tonight," QuadrAlien replied.
What a lucky night!
"Oh, really? That is awfully nice of you," you said, a wide grin starting to appear on your face. "I must say I appreciate that very much indeed, thank you." Think, Rodzaju, think quick! "But you've got to come with me. I'm investigating Orryyrro tonight, and there's no time to waste. I'm thinking he's up and about, but you can never tell when he's coming back."
"All right, that sounds like a splendid idea. And we have better chances if we go together, I suppose. I presume you know the way?"
"Of course. Follow me."
The fool! He has no idea what he's doing, does he? You led QuadrAlien through the darkest corridors of the palace, just waiting for an opportunity. It took a fairly long time (and you were quite sure you got lost along the way and that the journey back would be difficult), but then you finally saw the perfect place: a staircase, with a door nearby. You stopped there.
"This is it," you whispered. "Now I don't expect anyone will come from the way we just did, it's far too long and complicated; Orryyrro will probably be coming back from that way," and you pointed at the staircase. "I'll make a quick search of his room. Will you cover my back?"
"Certainly," QuadrAlien replied. And without any hesitation, he quickly found the best observation spot at the top of the staircase, right at the bannister and partially hidden in shadows, in a position from which he had an overview of the entire flight of stairs. He's good at this, you thought. He'd make a good recruit. But life isn't fair.
Coming up with a plan was simple now. Quickly move behind him, then a shove and we're done. Good. You waited for a minute or two, to let QuadrAlien's guard drop, and went for it. Going behind him, now -- oh bloody hell who put the chandelier here where you can't see it? -- a trip followed by a thunderous crash; so much for subtlety! Hurry, grab the legs, throw him over the railing before he looks around to see what is going on! Yes!
You watched QuadrAlien's body sail through the air, and kept looking as it landed heavily on the marble slabs on the floor. He never knew what happened. Perfect. Another job well done.
Now which way is back to my room?
You have killed QuadrAlien.
Robbeasy
Too Old
Registered: Sep 2008
From United Kingdom
Posted June 23, 2011
1 more?
bazilisek
gone
Registered: Oct 2009
From Czech Republic
Posted June 23, 2011
Night 5 flavour:
Rodzaju received:
Things are not looking too good. No, things definitely are not looking too good. Nmillar must be silenced, now.
Once the decision was made, you swiftly started acting. The way to nmillar's room was well known to you, and about the killing instrument -- you saw his workbench. There must be something you can use.
Opening the door softly, you peeked in. Everything looked just as it did those few days ago -- were it really days? It definitely felt like weeks. Nmillar was still snoring happily in his bed. You came closer to get a better look at him: there was a smile on his face. Happy dreams! Lucky bastard.
You saw something else protruding from under his blanket. You looked closer and saw it was his old broken lance that killed your boss and friend -- no, he never really was a friend, was he? Well, what goes around comes around. Quickly, not to give nmillar a chance to wake up, you pulled the lance from the bed, swiftly turned it with the broken end down, and plunged it straight into nmillar's chest. But you knew you had to make sure this time: as nmillar sat up in his bed in shock, blood flowing out of his mouth, you snatched the pillow from under him, pushed him back on the bed and covered his face with the pillow. You pushed hard on it as blood started soaking the fabric, and kept pushing until nmillar's thrashing stopped. It was over.
You have killed nmillar.
Thanks for your help, guys. So that's it from me for now. I will probably chime in with a few thoughts later, but now I really have to return to work.
Rodzaju received:
Things are not looking too good. No, things definitely are not looking too good. Nmillar must be silenced, now.
Once the decision was made, you swiftly started acting. The way to nmillar's room was well known to you, and about the killing instrument -- you saw his workbench. There must be something you can use.
Opening the door softly, you peeked in. Everything looked just as it did those few days ago -- were it really days? It definitely felt like weeks. Nmillar was still snoring happily in his bed. You came closer to get a better look at him: there was a smile on his face. Happy dreams! Lucky bastard.
You saw something else protruding from under his blanket. You looked closer and saw it was his old broken lance that killed your boss and friend -- no, he never really was a friend, was he? Well, what goes around comes around. Quickly, not to give nmillar a chance to wake up, you pulled the lance from the bed, swiftly turned it with the broken end down, and plunged it straight into nmillar's chest. But you knew you had to make sure this time: as nmillar sat up in his bed in shock, blood flowing out of his mouth, you snatched the pillow from under him, pushed him back on the bed and covered his face with the pillow. You pushed hard on it as blood started soaking the fabric, and kept pushing until nmillar's thrashing stopped. It was over.
You have killed nmillar.
Thanks for your help, guys. So that's it from me for now. I will probably chime in with a few thoughts later, but now I really have to return to work.
Post edited June 23, 2011 by bazilisek
Robbeasy
Too Old
Registered: Sep 2008
From United Kingdom
Posted June 23, 2011
great setup and flavour Baz - superb game.
Go as far as saying best so far.
Go as far as saying best so far.
Rodzaju
Official Bastard
Registered: Jan 2010
From United Kingdom
Posted June 23, 2011
2 games, 2 scum roles, 2 losses.
When am I ever going to play town?
When am I ever going to play town?
Vitek
Master of Karate and friendship for everyone
Registered: Apr 2009
From British Indian Ocean Territory
my name is catte
i touch your foods
Registered: Mar 2010
From United Kingdom
Posted June 23, 2011
Damn, that was an exciting game at the end. Congratulations Vitek!
nmillar
↑ ↑ ↓ ↓ ← → ← → B A
Registered: Feb 2009
From United Kingdom
Posted June 23, 2011
No, I was attempting to throw Rodzaju off the scent. I knew he was the last mafia member, so my plan was to try and stay alive till the end. Day 5 ended up dragging on for a long time, so I changed my mind and tried to convince you with the evidence against him. Got the right result in the end anyway though!
QuadrAlien
Mechfusilier
Registered: Apr 2011
From United Kingdom
Posted June 23, 2011
Here I was, thinking this would be long over by the time I got back - turns out I was about an hour from the finish.
I thought that bandages business would have been seen through more quickly though - a flavour cop getting both the role and a tracking ability? Nonsense, I say! Nice try, anyway, though, Rodzaju - though I don't regret protecting you too much, as quite frankly I believed I was dead whoever was Mafia that night. :P
In case anyone's wondering, my questioning of Jesskitten in my summary on the second day can basically be summed up as "I have no idea what my result from trying to protect you means". My first ever result, after all. :P
And... yes, sorry Taleroth, your logic was reversed - I couldn't risk having yet more night-killing with that level of accuracy, even if I can't really speak with my own accuracy afterwards...
Well played, all, though - and well modded, Bazilisek. :)
I thought that bandages business would have been seen through more quickly though - a flavour cop getting both the role and a tracking ability? Nonsense, I say! Nice try, anyway, though, Rodzaju - though I don't regret protecting you too much, as quite frankly I believed I was dead whoever was Mafia that night. :P
In case anyone's wondering, my questioning of Jesskitten in my summary on the second day can basically be summed up as "I have no idea what my result from trying to protect you means". My first ever result, after all. :P
And... yes, sorry Taleroth, your logic was reversed - I couldn't risk having yet more night-killing with that level of accuracy, even if I can't really speak with my own accuracy afterwards...
Well played, all, though - and well modded, Bazilisek. :)
Vitek
Master of Karate and friendship for everyone
Registered: Apr 2009
From British Indian Ocean Territory
Posted June 23, 2011
Beu you can blame me for taking it so long and so unsure. There were enough evidences against Rod (most even presented by myself) but I still hesistated. *facepalm*
I was quite embarassed when I saw how long I was able to miss the part of Rod getting role instead of flavour. And the part with mushrooms I missed completely. *facepalm again*