Hm. I sympathize Ashlee I took ill on the first day I arrived in town too. A case of a bad cask of ale.
Very well then, since Carlia isin't interested in explaining herself.
LYNCH CARLIA
The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Game Over, Seanchan Win!
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Day 5, Deadline Thurs, Jan. 4, 2 pm.
Without further information at hand and with my trust in others I agree to LYNCH CARLIA
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Day 5, Deadline Thurs, Jan. 4, 2 pm.
I agree, LYNCH CARLIA!
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Day 5, Deadline Thurs, Jan. 4, 2 pm.
Lynch Carlia: Astolfo, Mariel, Joolis, Hasp, Ashlee, Jael, Alaina, Firimei
Not Voting: Carlia, Aira, Arthor
The angry crowd dragged Carlia to the makeshift gallows. She raged against them, crying out for the Great Lord to save his Chosen. A quick right hook stopped that nonsense right in it's tracks. Stunned and dazed, Carlia moaned. A lightening bolt cracked out of a clear sky, narrowly missing several people. The rope was put around her neck, and then Carlia was no more.
Carlia, aka Demandred (Mafia Godfather) has been lynched.
It is now Night 5. Deadline is set for Friday, January 5 at 11 am.
Not Voting: Carlia, Aira, Arthor
The angry crowd dragged Carlia to the makeshift gallows. She raged against them, crying out for the Great Lord to save his Chosen. A quick right hook stopped that nonsense right in it's tracks. Stunned and dazed, Carlia moaned. A lightening bolt cracked out of a clear sky, narrowly missing several people. The rope was put around her neck, and then Carlia was no more.
Carlia, aka Demandred (Mafia Godfather) has been lynched.
It is now Night 5. Deadline is set for Friday, January 5 at 11 am.
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Night 5, Deadline Fri, Jan. 5, 11 am
The morning comes with a certain chill in the air. The townspeople once again waiting anxiously for news of the night, though with a little more hope in their faces after the previous day's events.
When the Mayor entered the square, he hesitated. It was still not over and the town watch had been next to useless. Something was still out there, hunting them all.
He sighed, then spoke, "Firimei was found in her home this morning, strangled to death."
He hesitated as if he wanted to say more, then simply turned and walked away, ignoring the cries of the townspeople for information. He had nothing to give.
Firimei the Vanilla Townie Seanchan Sworn has been strangled.
It is now Day 6. Deadline is set for Saturday, January 6 at 12:30 pm Eastern.
When the Mayor entered the square, he hesitated. It was still not over and the town watch had been next to useless. Something was still out there, hunting them all.
He sighed, then spoke, "Firimei was found in her home this morning, strangled to death."
He hesitated as if he wanted to say more, then simply turned and walked away, ignoring the cries of the townspeople for information. He had nothing to give.
Firimei the Vanilla Townie Seanchan Sworn has been strangled.
It is now Day 6. Deadline is set for Saturday, January 6 at 12:30 pm Eastern.
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Day 6, Deadline Sat, Jan. 6, 12:30 pm
Mariel looks around at at the dispersing townsfolk and turns to the woman next to her, the woman's face hidden deep in the hood of her cloak. "You know, that gentleman Arthor is quite bizarre. At first he wanted to lynch the Town Tracker, he keeps talking about red paint, fails to have an opinion on anything other than his fleeting opinion about the Town tracker - might he be insane?"
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Day 6, Deadline Sat, Jan. 6, 12:30 pm
Are you suggesting he is a male channeler?
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Day 6, Deadline Sat, Jan. 6, 12:30 pm
Just when I thought that all agents of the Shadow had been extinguished, we have another murder on our hands. Even though it was a Seanchan, anyone who would have the propensity to strangle a person in cold blood surely has the Dark One's own blood flowing through their veins.
Speaking of blood, Arthor does seem to have this strange obsession with what he calls red paint. Perhaps he wishes to paint the town red with the blood of all of us. I fear for the safety of the town with this raving lunatic on the loose.
LYNCH ARTHOR
Speaking of blood, Arthor does seem to have this strange obsession with what he calls red paint. Perhaps he wishes to paint the town red with the blood of all of us. I fear for the safety of the town with this raving lunatic on the loose.
LYNCH ARTHOR
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Day 6, Deadline Sat, Jan. 6, 12:30 pm
Friends, please. Let me point something out.
That Carlia was a forsaken and I think everyone was more or less convinced of her guilt with the help of Alaina. Nevertheless Firimei was killed for initiating the vote.
I note though that Aira did not vote against Carlia yesterday.
LYNCH AIRA
That Carlia was a forsaken and I think everyone was more or less convinced of her guilt with the help of Alaina. Nevertheless Firimei was killed for initiating the vote.
I note though that Aira did not vote against Carlia yesterday.
LYNCH AIRA
Re: The Battle for Toman Head Game Thread: Day 6, Deadline Sat, Jan. 6, 12:30 pm
Arthor heard a commotion going on outside his shack. The noise is too much for him to keep his eyes shut and fall back to sleep. The weary old man, not as spry as he once was pulls himself up and hobbles to his pitcher and basin and washes up. What a night! He thought as he stared at his large jar, admiring the fireflies inside.
"We sure had a time dancing the night away dear friends, I have not had a friend as nice as as you in many years!" Arthor said with a broad smile.
"And We Have Never Had A Friend As Nice As You Either." Tiny voices said from the the old dusty jar as the fireflies lit up."
Arthor dressed in a hurry and tied the jar at his waist and rushed out of his shack to see what was going on.
A small gathering of people with torches gathered, Arthor spotted a pitchfork and quickly picked it up and joined the mob. "Lynch them! Yeah! They're bad for our home." Cried Arthor near Joolis.
Suzette the cobblers wife turned at looked at Arthor, her eyes full of sorrow she whispered to him, "You do know it's you they want to lynch right?"
A blank expression crossed Arthor's face as he looked at Suzette, he blinked twice. "Did you say they want to lunch me!?! Excellent I am quite hungry, haven't had a good meal in a few days I ain't," Arthir said with a toothy smile.
"No you fool! They want to see you hung!" The little old lady said as she tugged on Arthor's ragged sleeve.
"They want to see how I'm hung?!?! Bit personal don't you think?!" Arthor said, his voice quizzical. "No! They want you dead!"
DEAD!?!?! Arthor thought frantically. "But... But what did I do!?!"
"They think you strangled that wench." Suzette whispered to Arthor as she drew him away from the crowd. "What? I swears I wouldn't harm a fly!" Arthor exclaimed as he began to weep openly.
Arthor slumped against the near by building as Suzette's words full sank in. He picked up his jar and admired the lightning bugs, as he wiped tears from his eyes.
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No Lynch Arthor
"We sure had a time dancing the night away dear friends, I have not had a friend as nice as as you in many years!" Arthor said with a broad smile.
"And We Have Never Had A Friend As Nice As You Either." Tiny voices said from the the old dusty jar as the fireflies lit up."
Arthor dressed in a hurry and tied the jar at his waist and rushed out of his shack to see what was going on.
A small gathering of people with torches gathered, Arthor spotted a pitchfork and quickly picked it up and joined the mob. "Lynch them! Yeah! They're bad for our home." Cried Arthor near Joolis.
Suzette the cobblers wife turned at looked at Arthor, her eyes full of sorrow she whispered to him, "You do know it's you they want to lynch right?"
A blank expression crossed Arthor's face as he looked at Suzette, he blinked twice. "Did you say they want to lunch me!?! Excellent I am quite hungry, haven't had a good meal in a few days I ain't," Arthir said with a toothy smile.
"No you fool! They want to see you hung!" The little old lady said as she tugged on Arthor's ragged sleeve.
"They want to see how I'm hung?!?! Bit personal don't you think?!" Arthor said, his voice quizzical. "No! They want you dead!"
DEAD!?!?! Arthor thought frantically. "But... But what did I do!?!"
"They think you strangled that wench." Suzette whispered to Arthor as she drew him away from the crowd. "What? I swears I wouldn't harm a fly!" Arthor exclaimed as he began to weep openly.
Arthor slumped against the near by building as Suzette's words full sank in. He picked up his jar and admired the lightning bugs, as he wiped tears from his eyes.
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No Lynch Arthor