Amaetheon in Altara - game over

[Racquel]

Racquel looks at the tarts on the counter, 'Now listen here my good man. I wanted CUSTARD tarts.' Racquel frowns at the tarts on the counter, 'What are they?! And 4 coppers?! It's a wonder you're not getting calls to be lynched with prices like that.' Racquel glances down at the sign on the counter, 'And look here! This sign says, "Buy two, get one free." So where's my third tart?' Racquel turned away and wandered aimlessly around the store, waiting for the order to be corrected.

[xoco]

At "Primrose Pastries",
Dauglas groans inwardly. Another prized customer. ''Fraid ya didn' mention nat about custard. No a sign like that 'ere, best ya take yar bleedin' lies elsewhere then, eh?' Dauglas returns the two items to their place on the shelf and turns away, muttering about ungrateful visitors with no knowledge of the fame of the Primrose pies.

[Racquel]

Racquel steps outside the bakery, frowning, 'What an unpleasant man. No wonder he had so many tarts left. No one would buy them with service like that.' Turning away from the bakery, Racquel walked back towards the Silken Trim. Seeing Brocas was still calling for a lynch of some lady, Racquel passed him and grabbed his arm. 'I don't know if you have proof for what you're calling to happen, but I know that the baker at Primrose Pastries is not a good sort. Lynch him when you're done.'

[xoco]

At "The Silken Trim",
Salthorn Drimdrop, the barkeep, shouts across the room as Racquel enters The Silken Trim. 'Ay! You! There's a mug here with your name on it!'


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Vote count
Aldwyn (L-8) - Brocas, Ashlee

Minimum: L-9

Not voting: Adirne, Aira, Aldwyn, Astolfo, Auriona, Callesa, Carlia, Chiron, Dolofonos, Eldrenia, Raek, Racquel, Rig, Torgor, Weir


Current deadline: 21/12 @21:00 GMT+0

[Racquel]

Racquel walks into the Silken Trim just as the barkeep is yelling something about someone writing on his mugs. Racquel ignores the yelling and wanders into the backroom to watch the dicing. The dicing games were always exciting. Some people won and some people lost. And it was usually when people lost that it was the most interesting - and someone ALWAYS lost. Racquel took a seat in the back as Ingrid Flashbond threw snake eyes. Nodding happily, Racquel knew this would be a long game and time was everyone's friend today.

[Chiron]

Chiron picks up two tarts, drops the coins in the counter and walks out of the shop. Shoving a tart in his mouth he scans the other shops before seeing a figure pass into a tavern following the sound of dice. His travel is abruptly stopped as he runs into Brocas.

"Lynch Aldwyb" Brocas clamors! "There are more dead, Juthel, Joolis, Gizmo, Firinei! Let it then be forgotten!" "Think not what your town can do for you, but what you can do for your town!"

Chiron chokes up, gagging a bit.

"Brocas, is Firimei's damane safe? Can we search the houses to find her? Who was this Juthel and why was he impersonating Carlia? Is someone pretending to be her? I just saw her down the street! Either way, I will do what I can to help. Though my skills are quite limited. I am all for getting rid of darkfriends but is this Aldwyn really a darkfriend?"

Chiron listens on.

[raek]

Raek listens on as Brocas calls for the lynching of Aldwyn. Several questions come into her forethought: "Does he have the information he claims? Is it from a reliable source?" She,s really unsure what to think, but decides some action is better than none. Regardless of whether Brocas is right or not, we'll get some information from this. We should lynch Aldwyn.

VOTE: ALDWYN

[Auriona]

Auriona dusts some crumbs off of her gloves and slides them back on her hands. She stands and walks out into the street, barely acknowledging the man who held the door open for her.

She catches the end of Brocas' speech. She nods along, confirming that it's time to lynch Aldwyn.

[Chiron]

Chiron sticks a fat pastry glazed thumb in his ear to clean it out.

"I know I heard Brocas talk about Lynching and murders. Must have been thinking to myself. Lynch Aldwyn had Brocas said. But There are more dead, Juthel, Joolis, Gizmo, Firinei!"

Chiron think out loud, "Think not what your town can do for you, but what you can do for your town."

Chiron nods.

OOC- The RP etiquette is weak with this one. Apologies

[Aira]

Aira peered into the shop's window and glared both towards the inside of the shop as well as at the reflection of the passersby. How could people still be so busy with the frivolous frills of life? Dresses. Pastries. How could they? Maybe it was a... tactic? Like those big walking birds who reportedly stuck their head in the ground at the first sign of danger. Aira went to a weapon shop and browsed the wears. In the end, money changed hands and Aira came out with a new means of defense.