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[Phalla] of Loxley- Game Over! Village Victory!
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PS. My roleplaying is top notch. Hmph.
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At least, until I keel over and die a painful, lonely death.
Par for the course for our age, really.
... well granted, that one time that was the cover excuse for the fact that I was targeting a mafia member and they wanted to eliminate me, but still!
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narration in about 10 minutes.
You have to fight through some bad days, to earn the best days of your life.
At least until winter came.
But it was swift and fast the attack, but all at once, they knew something was wrong. Raynar was the first to fall, his back riddled with the arrows of his own friends. He had been told not to wear that purple cloak, it made him look a fool. But he had worn it never the less, and he had fallen for his folly, a fools mistake or a foe’s clever plan?
The attack proceeded on, but in the night, as the lit arrows of populist justice rained down upon the fortress’s walls, the spies from the Norman lines crept into the camp. They knew who they were looking for, but every man and beast and woman here wore a cap with a feather in it, and green leggings and clothes to blend into the surroundings. They were after peter... Robin Hood. They nodded and split up, but sadly, their knives did not find Robin Hood.
One of the stealthy spies in Saxon territory slipped into the silent night and slid his sword into the sheath of the soft belly of the sleeping Baldric, who was brave as brave could be, but alas would battle no longer the bullies from across the sea.
The Norman killer crept deep within the camps’ firelights, he could blend in as best they could, until he spotted, as he hoped he would, a tall and lumbering man too easy to dismiss. With silent skill and flair unknown he raised his crossbow and took his aim. The bolt left home and flew through the air, straight as the voice of Little John came through the night “Fear not, Aidan, I will protect ye with my life.” How true that was, but yet how poorly timed. The bolt was not for Aidan’s hide, but for Little John’s soft insides.
The towering man fell and the camp became a thunder, a whirlwind of activity as they wanted the giant man lumber for his last breath the bolt buried so solidly in his massive throat. The Merry men gathered, to figure out what to do next, but there were some who did not join, they also had been slain at night. One with an arrow, one with the blade. Wamba and Ealhild would never again show up to fight.
Dawn was rising to meet a new day. And new challenges began were others now lay. How will Robin and his band of merry men rise to occasion and make free this land and their friends?
The Dead
Warban;Raynar-Saxon;Killed by Vote
REG Rysk; Ryce—Little John; Guard-Killed by-mafia
Phyphor; Bladric-Saxon;Killed by-mafia
bratr;Wamba--Saxon;killed by-Vigilante
daniant; Ealhild-- Saxon;killed by-Vigilante
inactivity warnings going out to: DUE, Malkor, KingMole, Wildcat
You have to fight through some bad days, to earn the best days of your life.
My grudge against is now over. God have mercy on your soul and may we meet in more pleasant times.
Game on
You have to fight through some bad days, to earn the best days of your life.
On day one?
That's inausipicious.
Steam: Chagrin LoL: Bonhomie
Steam: Chagrin LoL: Bonhomie
But lonelyahava did mention that there might be one or two oddball roles. Since this game is touted as being mostly vanilla, and the roles aren't going to be too out there. Maybe busdrivers or roleblockers at the most, nothing like cultists, thralls, millers, or even more enigmatic and unique roles.
Start of Day 2 Spreadsheet (up to post 246)
Oh, oh wait, in character.
Hrmph, Little John has fallen. Tis a sad day for this lot.
Facetious, Ill warn ye, but you are making me a bit suspicious now. Might ye be a traitor and perhaps the Lord saw it fit to send this chill to tell me so? Besides, everyone knows God hates a Norman.
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Aye, it has been suggested to me a number of times in the past that I use Google Docs for my spreadsheets, but I have found it a bit slow, and some of the options I use in Excel (namely striking out past votes while keeping current votes untouched) are not available in Google Docs. Since most seem not to have a problem with downloading the Excel spreadsheets, I have not found the need to change my procedures. I did recently change over from 2003 to 2010 out of necessity (new computer), but I don't believe that's changed anything.
Zithra Melitch in Star Wars: An Empire's End
Jellica in In the Shadow of Zeus
On my travels, a rumor of a great and powerful magician up north caught my attention. He wore a large, pointy hat that ended up low enough on his head to hide everything but his eyes- like a wild beast's, they were- pale yellow and so small, they almost looked like slits. When he was angry, twas naught any man could do but cross his eyes and pray to not get struck down by the hand of God from a clear blue sky, or one might be found encased within a block of solid ice in the middle of summer, or roasted like a lord's dinner during the harsh winter. His magick robe was an unknown bluish fabrick- riding high enough to cover his nose and bury his arms within the thing's sleeves... but the power he wields would put old Merlyn's beard in a knot (if that girl he's with hasn't done it first, but that's another story...)
One of his favorite tricks was to go riding with his most loyal companion- a youth in red armor, with hair that was as bright red as the fires of Hell itself must be. They would go roaming through the forest, looking for brigands and highwaymen to ambush.
Once found, they would goad one of the men into attacking one of them, and the gifted mage made like he was turning his hand. T'would cause one of the highwaymen to blink his eyes as he brought his sword down or fired his arrow- only for them to find out he'd attacked someone else- his own companion. Though the remaining men of low moral standing would stand around, the warrior in red would then take a few steps forward, swing his myghty swerd, and step back, watching as somehow his enemy was covered in slashes and would fall to the ground, disabled or dead. A brief celebration would take place, during which time the bodies of the foul vagabonds would be searched, and everything interesting they carried claimed as spoils of battle and trophies made of usable equipment.
Now, what was that spell the mage used... I think it went something like "Indyan trailith, greyhoundicus, busdryverio!"
...or not. If that had worked, yon town fool would have switched places with yon sheriff, and 'twould be very bad if the sheriff ended up covered in the contents of a chamber pot instead of yon fool.
Alas, I see no evidence of a mage powerful enough to cast the busdryver spell around this battle-scarred land. Perhaps that might change, but as for now, I believe that you owe me a plate of your best bread and cheeses, as well as a tankard of your best ale- provided it is not from yon cheap barrel you keep in the hole underneath yon privy.
Wait
This is what happens when you don't vote for me
Wait that's worse
This is what happens when you don't pay your taxes Damn it Oswald keep it together
If faith is just a silent tribute, mine is just a desperate act.
He does that.
Doesn't make him village, but whatever.
That didn't make a lot of sense. If inactivity is the target, Zandracon's sitting right in front of you.
I don't want to advocate voting out our remaining spreadsheeter right now. But I do think Zandracon makes a solid choice for today. It can give us leads based on yesterday's vote.
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Zandracon did in fact make two posts yesterday, one more than 38thDoe. But now that you mention it, I think I may have gotten myself so used to Zandracon's lack of activity that I'm beginning to overlook him. 'Tis something I shall need to look into.
There was such scattered voting yesterday it's gonna be hard to find any patterns; might be worth looking through MrBlarney's spreadsheet though.
He could at least say why.
I could see this phalla having a village idiot.
Hahaha. But seriously though, before I started playing Phalla I had no idea that I was such a suspicious character by simply acting like myself. I wonder how people view me in real life...
Ahem.
After my folly of the last eve, I hath no desires of casting my stone blindly once more; pray, fellows, giveth me thine wisdom, that mine ignorance may not lead us wrongly. 'tis worrisome indeed that I cannot tell the difference between our noble breed and those vile demonspawn.
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What?
So what you are saying is... you want to get voted out?
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Therefore, my goal is simply to survive and ensure that the tale of what happens here gets out to be known throughout the countryside.
It should not be taken as a death wish, friend.
But if ye truly have one, simply flirt with yon pretty serving girl at the bar there. I doth think that the last knave who tried that ended up with sores all over his... coinpurse, if you will.
Not as simple as it seemed, maybe?