WOTMAFIA - Murder in Maredo - RACQUEL WINS!!

[Carlia]

This small quiet town on the Maredo Plains, all that remains of the once proud nation of Maredo.

Last night was a great night for many. It is not often there are fireworks in a village like this. Brought all the way from Cairhien just for the Mayor's Daughter's birthday!! The party went on well into the night. The loud noises and abundance of alcohol hiding the real terror of the night.

In the morning when the hangovers wear off an awful site in discovered.

A mangled corpse has been ripped limb from limb. An arm here , a leg there. It isn't until her head is discovered hanging from the town walls that she is identified.

The Mayors daughter has been found dismembered.

The town goes into a riot, who could have done it?

[Carlia]

RULES -

1. Days will be 48 hours, while Nights will be 24 hours.

2. You may never quote me, unless specifically stated.

3. DO NOT EDIT YOUR POSTS. EVER!

4. Everyone must vote every day to maintain active. Please bold your lynch vote. Voting NO LYNCH is acceptable.

5. Inactivity for more than 2 days causes immediate death by whichever means I find most comical.

6. You will likely die in a horrific way. All of you. I am not responsible.

[Carlia]

The Living (for the moment)-

Racquel the Crazed Male Channeler has consumed the Maredo Plains in a Great Flame.


The Dead -

The Mayors daughter has been found dismembered.
Bubba the Child of the Light Investigator was found torn Limb from Limb on NIGHT 2.
Arkan the Darkfriend Highest was found decapitated on NIGHT 3.
Xoco the Gaidin Protector was torn limb from limb on NIGHT 4.
Tolveor the Darkfriend Assassin was shot with an arrow and stabbed to death on NIGHT 4.
Orino the vanilla townie exploded like a balloon on NIGHT 4.
Malika the Town Patrolman exploded like a balloon on NIGHT 4.
Rig the Half-Trolloc Protector was Lynched on Day 4.
Joolis the escaped thief and murderer was ripped apart on Day 4.
Pial the Vanilla Townie has been poisoned and decapitated on Night 5.
Paj the Darkfriend turned Seanchan wisdom was burned to a crisp on Night 5.
Astolfo the Seanchan Bloodknife has his life force drained on Night 5.
Weir the Aes Sedai of the Black Ajah turned Darkfriend Highest has been Lynched on Day 5.
Ashlee the Vanilla Townie was found Frozen Solid on Night 6.
Aira the Vanilla Townie turned Seanchan Assassin has been lynched on Day 6.
Brocas the Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah was found dead with a dagger embedded in her skull.
Firimei the Vanilla Townie has been Lynched on Day 7.
Aldwyn the Town Mayor was sliced in half on Night 8.
Callesa the Vanilla Townie was consumed in a great flame on the Final Day.

[Racquel]

Looking around the tavern, Racquel blinked away the familiar haze of the drinking of the day before. Except yesterday, the whole town had joined in. It had been something about a birthday - or maybe it was a funeral. There seemed to be some mutterings among the townsfolk about someone forgetting to put the body away. "Pretty bloody careless, that," Racquel muttered taking a seat at the bar. Racquel gestured to the barkeep and raised two fingers, "The usual."

Taking the first mug that was set down, Racquel took a large swig. "I thought even you might not have been here today after the amount you drunk yesterday," the barkeep said in Racquel's general direction. Mumbling, Racquel replied, "No'ere else ta go. And even if ah did - seems ta be a commotion outside. And I'm keepin' outta it."

[Firimei Lang]

As she yawned once more, the voices were accumulating outside her room.

' She was found dead as a door nail. Honest to the day I was born..'

Jumping up Firimei walked towards the door as she wrapped herself in a bed gown. Peering through the keyhole she saw the maids huddled and crying. Standing bolt straight, Firimei took a deep breath and turned the door knob. The pit of her stomach reeled, palms suddenly glistened with the sheen of sweat.

'Oh Mistress Firimei, we thought you were already up. We're were discussing...

Firimei's eyes darkened slightly, before she sighed.

'It is 'Sally' I know, I felt it Prissy. How did it happen?'

'Sally' was Firimei's oldest friend, her death was running shockwaves in the house. Sally was the Mayor's daughter, Firimei the Daughter of a Merchant. They still bonded and became fast friends.

*I named the dead daughter Sally, only as to give her perspective in my story

[Paj]

"Tsk tsk, children. Get away from there!"

Pajana shooed the children off from the scene. Men were already gathered dumbfounded per usual on whatever happened.

As she neared the gathering of people she finally found what they were gawking and muttering about.

Flesh and limbs tossed about.

"Either wolves or them Thangly boys." Pajana muttered, followed by a man reaching whatever he had left in his stomach after last nights fedtivities. "If was them boys it certainly is worse than what they did to those sheep last fall."

She stuck a hand in her satchel, pulled the fellow's head up by his hair, and shoved a few leaves in the mans mouth. "Chew it if you're going to be of any worth." He gagged even more, but nothing else came out at least.

"What do we do," someone muttered. Pajana smirked.

"For one you pick it all up and take it to the butchers. It'll be dealt with there and no one else needs to fuss over what's done. Especially the children."

She pulled out a long wooden spoon and turned over the head. "Oh dear, not her. She was going to be my favorite."

"Might as well not send for the mayor, he only gets a few more hours not knowing."

[Callesa]

Callesa heard the news with most others and didn't hurry to learn more. After all, she knew she'd get to know everything from her neighbours later at the inn. She calmly carried on with her usual duties, trying to suppress the tears.

[Aira]

Aira's head was pounding and memories of last night were shrouded in a fog of alcohol. She was hoping she could see a Wisdom about a hangover cure. Given the circumstances, maybe she would make an exception instead of telling her it was her own fault.

Donning her apron and shoes, Aira went outside to look, but not after casting a furious glare at the light outside. Her head, oof.

[Joolis]

Joolis ambled casually down the alleyway, wearing clothes that he had "borrowed" from one of the inn's patrons who had had a bit too much fun last night. As his stomach growled at him, he grimaced and tightened his new-found belt another notch.

"Shut up, you" he said, looking downward. He started patting himself down and turning out all his pockets, but not a single copper coin was to be found. "Blood and ashes, this idiot must have spent every last copper on fireworks and ale. Need to get me somethin' to eat."

As he approached the exit of the alley, he saw a throng of people standing near the city's wall. He heard furious whispers, the wailing of women, and noticed some of the gatherers were upending their breakfast mixed with last night's ale. "Well now, what have we here? This looks like an opportunity!"

His stomach grumbled at him again. "Soon, my friend" he muttered, while gazing at the crowd around him. He approached the crowd from behind, choosing his path carefully. As he worked his way forward, he bumped into several of the onlookers, their pockets suddenly lighter. "Sorry, sir!" he said, lifting one hand in apology while the other flashed into his own pocket.

He continued this dance until finally, he reached the edge of the crowd. As he was putting both his hands into his pockets one last time, he suddenly tripped over something soft and squishy in his path. There was a gasp from the crowd as he tried in vain to get his hands out to break his fall. Instead, he fell face first onto the cobblestones. "Funny," he thought to himself through the sharp pain that was now traveling up his face, "I don't remember it raining last night." As he finally opened his eyes he saw what it was that he had tripped over. A bone was sticking out of a once delicate arm that had belonged to a woman, and blood was still slowly seeping out, right into the spot where his face had ended up.

He quickly jumped up and ran off into the crowd while wiping his face with his borrowed handkerchief.

[pial]

Unlike the other goons Pial doesn't need alcohol to be high on life, he gets his highs through other means. He mutters about injustice and then goes and relaxes by himself.