Amaetheon in Altara - game over

[Ashlee]

Ashlee drummed her fingernails on the table methodically, unaware of the rhythmic tune they drummed there. Gizmo had been killed...in a manner that strongly indicates that there are Darkfriends in the city. That is...troubling to say the very least. She stood hurriedly, walking to the window and looking down at the streets. It seemed people were still planning on celebrating as if nothing had happened. It was easier, that way, she guessed. But it was unfitting of servants of the Empress, may she live forever. A gauntlet had been thrown down on the table of the city. She was curious who would step forward to receive the challenge.

[Torgor]

Torgor quietly read his book, "Do Seandroids dream of Electric Corlm?", at a cozy corner of the inn.

[Joolis]

In his room, Joolis quietly contemplated the day's events. A foreign creature mutilated, perhaps for fun, perhaps to send a message. It was clear the Seanchan would not take kindly to losing one of their servants, and their justice is known to be swift and harsh.

He reached down and hefted his coin purse. Yes, there should be plenty there to pay for any information pertaining to this crime.

[xoco]

Maelyn sighs as she closes up the library after the first day back from Amaetheon. She had missed the first two days of festivities recovering from a bad picking of mushrooms while out on a picnic with her lover in the woods. At least she'd been able to see the March of the Dead. Not the finest court bard could match the spectacle of Alkindar's skeleton puppets.

'Back into the routine, then,' she grumbles, locking the last of the doors to the library and walking gladly away from all the tomes and maps and scrolls covered in the dust of the old interior.


~


As the sun reaches its nadir on the horizon, the town is encompassed in a soft, golden glow. Alkindar has always prized itself on its beautiful twilights. The sunset this evening is particularly transfixing, and more than one savors the view from their porch or window for much longer than they would on any other night. The specific alignment of celestial bodies merges into an otherworldy play of color, luminous among the constrasting shadow of the clouds and structures of the town. Firimei manages one last grateful sigh to the Wheel at the beauty of nature, before her eyes close of their own accord and she falls still once more.



Firimei the Seanchan sul'dam has been taken by Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.


Vote count: none

There is no lynch on Day 1.



NIGHT TWO BEGINS
CURRENT DEADLINE: 20/12 @21:00 GMT+0
18 players currently alive.

[xoco]

NIGHT TWO ENDS


The golden dawn arrives quietly this morning in Alkindar, Altara. Somewhere in the town, the ramparts of love have begun to crumble like sand castles against the long wear of the tide and the sun, valiant soldiers marching and keeping tinily vigilant in the buttressed concourses to no avail.

Maelyn shakes Carmela awake and crawls out of bed. The two progress through their daily ritual, beaming at each other all the while, and proceed to the library in the center of town. Another happy day in Alkindar.

Elsewhere, at the Joolis residence in the eastern section of town, a cry of terror and disbelief, and beyond the border of the town, the wrecked body of someone who appears nearly identical to one of Alkindar's own lies in the soiled grass. Its body is covered in strange burns and lacerations, the original form of the figure almost unrecognizable.



Joolis the Seanchan morat'lopar has been found stiff as a board.
Juthel Robenserg the Carlia Doppelganger has been slain.



DAY TWO BEGINS
CURRENT DEADLINE: 21/12 @21:00 GMT+0
17 players currently alive, 9 required to lynch.

[Carlia]

Carlia awakes and walks into the square.

Upon seeing the corpses Carlia goes into a rage. "Someone attempted to kill me last night. I would tread carefully going forward. I am not an enemy you wish to make."

Carlia dons a rainbow party hat before returning home.

[Brocas]

Brocas runs out to the middle of the square after hearing of the death of the morat'lopar. He shouts, "Fellow seanchan, we need to bond together as time is of the essence, less we follow the same fate as Gizmo, Firimei, and now Joolis! I know you may me angry at the death of your Sul'Dam, but if you were the Firimei's Damane, please meet me privately in the town inn!"

[Carlia]

Halfway home Carlia remembers the originally reason for leaving the house and turns toward the post office.

[xoco]

At "Alkindar Bank and Post",
'Hello, Carlia, lovely to see you. Oh yes, one arrived just this morning. Ah, sad day, it is. Peace, but it's tragic what happened to Joolis. Magyar is still trying to figure out what the cause of it could've been. Poor Ajun found him when she went to see him for their morning walk. Long time since one of our own has been plucked before their season. Sad day, truly a sad one. Well, I'll see you at the funeral, I imagine. What!? Someone tried to murder you?!' Carlia and Chus Pato gossip fervently for a while, and the banker, Jeorgen Jielsnip, joins in after learning what the fuss is about.

[Eldrenia]

After a sleepless night and only a few brief hours to catch up on her rest Eldrenia awakens and dresses quickly. She has a grin on her face as she rushes out to the jewelry store with a purchase in mind. She passes a group of gossiping woman on the road and listens briefly to the news. Only stopping for a moment she does not join in, but continues on her way with less bounce in her step and a frown crossing her face.