The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Game Over, Seanchan Win!

[Aishana]

Ugh. Carlia has sent me an excuse privately that explains her whereabouts based on information I was given, and I believe her. Until someone else comes up with a target, I will change my vote to No Lynch

[Aira]

NO LYNCH then.

[Joolis]

Presumably Aishana has a night ability, but refuses to say what she did last night despite being asked twice.

[Carlia]

I’m not saying she is innocent as I haven’t heard anything from her outside this thread yet but I cannot in good conscience vote for her at this time.

UNVOTE

[Aishana]

I suppose I could just come out with it, since I already have a huge target on my back. And thankfully I have a protector for tonight, if I make it through the day.

I'm the town investigator. I followed jaster on night one after he called me out. And last night I followed hasp, since I was convinced rig was town tracker already from him stupidly giving it up. Hasp is a vanilla townie.

[Arthor]

Arthor bursts out of his first day and cries, 'LYNCH RIG!' He looks around and sees a crowd gathering in front of Carlia's house, he picks up a pitchfork and says, "LOUD NOISES!!!"

He drops his pitchfork and says, "Bloody ashes, I'm hungry, alms for the poor." A passing villager gives him a handful of copper and he goes to the inn and orders his breakfast. When the tavern maid brings him a bowl of porridge he looks to the young lady and says, "Grog Wench! Where are my fellow villagers getting their red paint at?! His loud tone startles her and she jumps back, "Sir, what paint are you talking about?"

"The red paint everyone has been repainting their homes with." Says Arthor his face grim and stark.

"That's not paint, Master Arthor, it's blood... There have been a string of murders going on through the village."

"Don't you dare lie to me! I need to know who sells this paint!" Arthor exclaimed as porridge splatters the young bar maid's face.

The innkeeper rushes over and grasps Arthor by his collar and shakes him violently, "You fool!" The innkeeper slaps Arthor across the face. "Come to your senses lad! It's blood, there is a murderer afoot."

Arthor shakes his head as it finally sinks. Murder they say... Blood they say... By the beard of the Creator! Looks like there's a mystery to solve! Arthor smooths his ragged, coat as the innkeeper releases him. "My apologies sir, I'll finish my meal and be on my way."

Arthor leaves the pile of copper by his finished bowl as he absconds the dining room of the local Inn.

Adventure will be had! Crosses Arthor's mind as he strolls to the Mayor's house, he slides a piece of paper under the door that reads: Arthor al'Marcus investigator and adventurer extraordinaire at your services.

Arthor walks to the crowd calling for blood and says, "There have been enough houses painted for now! Let us figure this out before we shed more blood."

No Lynch

[Joolis]

Friend Arthor, if you are an investigator, have you found anything besides blood instead of paint?

[Jael]

Jael emerges bleary eyed from his room at the Inn, reeking of ale.

Assessing the gathering mob in front of him and reading the assorted town notices from the two days his eyes widen.

'There will be no fancy twisting of words here, Rigs only objective was to protect the town. The culprit is obvious. LYNCH AISHANA'

[Astolfo]

LYNCH AISHANA indeed!

[Carlia]

no lynch