November 7th, 1606: Day 4 (CONCLUDED)

[WWWwombat]

October 31st, 1603
Southwark
London, England

'Twas All Hallow's Eve, the beggining of Hallowmas. Guisers were out in the streets in costume and bonfires were being lit in some rather peculiar places. One man was not engaged in the revelry, however; he walked through the back alleys of Southwark with a purpose. He was Wade Darrath, spy extraordinaire and he was just returned from Ireland. The war was over, the Ulstermen defeated, and he had been given orders for London. And so he found himself walking the alleys of Southwark in the dark instead of drinking in front of the fire at the Boar's Head. He sighed. The orders had been enciphered as usual, but even so, there had been scant little in them. His superiors were worried it seemed. Something about yet another plot to depose his Majesty, the King. There was naught in them to tell him why this plot was so urgent. Assassination plots were a fact of life these days. Usually, Wade was called in for more delicate matters. Anyways, his contact was to meet him here, south of the Thames. Hopefully the man would be on time. The sooner he could catch the trail, the better.

Wade had been waiting in the dark, damp, cold alley for the better part of an hour and was wondering when he would get back to his rooms when he heard a scuffling noise at the mouth of the alley. A fog had rolled in, so visibility was poor. Wade flipped a bodkin into his left hand and crept forward silently, his right hand against the wooden fence. Someone was approaching with a lantern. Rather noisily too. The fool. Wade stood from his crouch and took a step toward the light when something cold wrapped around his throat. A chain. He tried to grab the chain and fling his assailant forward but something swung at his leg, crushing his knee. As Wade hobbled on the ground, his leg ruined, unseen hands pinned his arms behind his back and a raspy voice spoke:

"You'll have to forgive us for this, Lord Darrathe, but we can't allow you to stumble on things better left undisturbed. This feud has lasted longer than you can remember. Fate has led you here, and here your thread of life is cut."

Wade didn't quite understand all of that, but he was pretty sure he'd picked up the important parts.

"I make my own destiny," he growled in retort, making a feeble effort to roll towards the wall where he saw one of his bodkins gleaming in the dirt. Within moments, something struck him hard in the head. He saw stars and tasted blood in his mouth.

"Now now, my Lord. The hurlyburly's done. The battle's lost and won. Besides, you know the business. Foul play is fair game."

With that, the voice cackled madly and Wade felt a sharp pain in his back. He was rudely flipped over and another knife dragged through his gut. His vision had gone completely black, his ears were deaf to everything but the sound of his heart pumping his life's blood into the dirt of the alley. The pain seemed to last forever. Finally, it faded. And he was falling...

Darthe, Wade Darrath, Flyin' Pumpkin What Shoots Fire 'n' Brimstone from'is Nethers, 'as been "carved a new one."

Heh.



He sat in a cellar, surrounded by small kegs. It was dingy, dark, and crude. The low yellow glow of a lantern came from behind the sooty windows of it's casing at the center of the table his feet were propped on. Absently, the man stroked the back of his black cat. He liked it. Kept the mice away. And thus he and the other man waited.
Kill him, the voice in his head whispered.
I need him, he thought back. The man leaned forward and began to deal the cards again.
You need him not. Kill him.
The man sighed. His face was squat, sort of puggish. The bowler hat only reinforced that. He picked his hand up as his companion stood and began to walk outside. He bumped a cask.
Both men froze. The cask wobbled, rocked, and then sat back in it's upright position. "You CROCKING BUFFOON! What'r ye thinkin?" The man hissed. Such a strong accent.
Kill him! It was a roar in his head. Before he knew it his pistol was raised. A brand new weapon. The other man probably had never seen one before. And he wouldn't see one again.
The trigger pulled, the ball left the barrel, and the other man fell, smoke already filling the room like a thick gray fog. The man pulled his other pistol and fired again to make sure before leaving.



Wombat, Constable Wherrin, 'as been killed by a strange man's balls.

Heh.

[WWWwombat]

Players:

1. Verb
2. Chuckles
3. Leelou, Yew, Vanilla Town, killed November 2nd or 3rd, 1604 (Night 1)
4. Mish
5. Cloud, Don Kay, Mafia Vengeful Killer, lynched November 3rd, 1604 (Day 2)
6. Hally
7. Nol
8. Yates, Ewin McGregor, Town Bus Driver, lynched November 5th, 1605 (Day 3)
9. BG
10. Ishy, Constable Rick MacDuff, Town Jailkeeper, killed November 2nd or 3rd, 1604 (Night 1)
11. Razen
12. Lenlo
13. Crush, Patrick McFinley, Vanilla Town, killed November 4th, 1605 (Night 2)
14. Des, Viggo Mortenson, Town Vigilante, killed November 3rd, 1604 (Day 2)
15. Dap
16. Peacesells, R. L.  Linnoeu, Vanilla Town, lynched November 7th, 1606 (Day 4)
17. Krak
18. Tiinker, Sir Donald Mariam, Vanilla Town, killed November 5th, 1605 (Night 2)
19. TinaHel
20. Ree, Andromeda Connery, Vanilla Town, modkilled November 7th, 1606 (Day 4)
21. Pralaya, Gregory Macintosh, Vanilla Town, killed November 6th, 1606 (Night 3)
22. Csarmi, Marian Rose, Townie with a BPV, lynched November 1st 1603 (Day 1)
23. Serra

[lolguy26]

Vote yates

 

hey

[Leelou]

*cuddles up in Verbal's lap* 

[Nolder]

Ok, Yates is a good choice I guess.

 

Vote Yates

[Verbal32]

*cuddles up in Verbal's lap* 

 

This is my kind of thread.

[Leelou]

 

*cuddles up in Verbal's lap* 

 

This is my kind of thread.

 

 

Mine too. Who do you want to vote? 

[John E. Kelley]

Works for me.

 

Vote Yates.

[csarmi]

vote Yates

 

Nothing better than a Yates train to get things going.

[Yates]

Who am I to disagree with a wagon of such magnitude?

 

Vote: Yates

[Verbal32]

What the hell is the majority to lynch?

[Verbal32]

Who am I to disagree with a wagon of such magnitude?

 

Vote: Yates

 

At least you've done the self-vote you promised, hehe.

[csarmi]

What the hell is the majority to lynch?

A dozen, I guess.

[_CLOUD]

Vote Yates

 

For self voting. Ugh.

[Yates]

What the hell is the majority to lynch?

It doesn't matter with the current wagon.

 

Claim:  Vengeful, Unlynchable, Unkillable Superman Townie with Vig powers and a Kung Fu grip.

 

You will all rue the day.

[WWWwombat]

12 to lynch.

[Leelou]

vote Cloud 

[csarmi]

So did we nail a scum already?

 

Can I go sleep now?

[Nolder]

vote Yates

 

Nothing better than a Yates train to get things going.

vote Verbal

 

Nothing better than a Verbal train to get things going.

Unvote Vote Csarmi

[csarmi]

... and Nolder fell into my trap already. Now what was the next step?

[Nolder]

 

vote Yates

 

Nothing better than a Yates train to get things going.

vote Verbal

 

Nothing better than a Verbal train to get things going.

Unvote Vote Csarmi

 

vote Ishy

 

Nothing better than an Ishy train to get things going.

[Nolder]

... and Nolder fell into my trap already. Now what was the next step?

>I did something dumb therefore it was a trap

 

Why does everyone use say this? lol

Just admit you did something dumb and save some face

[Leelou]

 

... and Nolder fell into my trap already. Now what was the next step?

>I did something dumb therefore it was a trap

 

Why does everyone use say this? lol

Just admit you did something dumb and save some face

 

 

ZOMG but it was the bestest trap eva!

[csarmi]

>I did something dumb therefore it was a trap

 

Why does everyone use say this? lol

Just admit you did something dumb and save some face

You did something dumb?

[_CLOUD]

Unvote, Vote Csarmi