KotZ

We needed a lynch, and sitting around picking our noses with our hooks would get us nowhere.

Nelson was raging hard against Wembley the entire day.

I agree, it be weird. Unless it's some weird variant, which I have no doubt our ship captain threw in if it was decided to throw in a variant like that. I do think Wembely was the investigator though.

Alright, let's put the blame here squarely where blame should belong: Mr. Nelson and (to an extent) Mr. Lawson. These were the two going after Mr. Wembley all day. I merely put a throwaway vote on Wembley Day 1 because I did not feel strongly about the lynch candidates and could not in good conscious vote to eliminate either of them. I was the hammer on Mr. Wembley because we needed a Day 2 lynch. I'm surprised we are so lucky to have nobody else die in the night. Let's look at what Mr. Wembley said yesterday in his final statement: My BOLD marks are things I find interesting. First, it is not the first bold, but Wembley said "Investor" twice. Not investigator. In fact, nowhere in this statement is the word "investigator" mentioned, or "investigate". Easy misspeak, right? Well I did some digging in some various logs I found. Apparently, there may be a role called Investor. After searching more in the link to the mythological game where an investor was, I couldn't find more, and it was a game that involved 13 people, rather than our original 8. But some other digging lead me to here. Where an "investor" is a modifier for the role of "neighbor." I can not find if that was a flavor description for fun or a true modifier for the role. But it doesn't seem to be an investor. So is Mr. Wembley our investigator? The 11th hour statement could be. I personally was in contact with Mr. Wembely during Night 1/Day 2 and Mr. Wembely specifically mentioned the role of cop. Mr. Wembely did not claim to be the cop, speaking in rather roundabout ways that hopefully somebody will target Mr. Nelson. We all know the cop role was claimed by Wembley in the final goodbye. The fact we do not know an answer (and why would an answer not be told?) makes me think Wembely could have been blocked and not known or investigated a random townie and found they were townie. I am not sure if Mr. Wembely is the investigator, but I am leaning towards yes. Mr. Nelson now continues his attack on Viviane. If Viviane is truly scum, and Nr. Nelson is as well, I do not think they'd be doing this. Too risky. Instead, I think it is possible for Viviane to be town and just airheaded. We know Mr. Wembley did not trust Mr. Nelson. Wembely trusted me by reaching out to me. I believe Mr. Nelson is going to target this next piece of opposition, an easy one of a quiet person, as claiming they are scum. That would bring us down to six people before night begins. And if Viviane is the vig or blocker, town is screwed. Of course, the traitors (whom Nelson could be a part of) may or may not know that, depending on if they have an investigative role. We don't know how many traitors there are. At minimum two, at most three. We cannot afford to take the accusations of a dead loyal pirate and throw them to the wind. We have been warned of Mr. Nelson. When voting opens, I know where my vote is going.

Vote: Douglas Wembley (Darkdragon) Not because I want to. I personally don't have a good read on Wembley one way or the other. But we need a lynch and this is the best option at the time. If Wembley is not scum, we're going to take a hard look at those who pushed for this lynch, if we survive.

So are we going to do a repeat of yesterday and have no lynch? Is Wmebley the sacrifical lamb?

Yeah, it's definitely still learning the new system. But oh man is the danger real. It's kinda fun, kinda not.

Nobody thrown over the side? Nobody hanged from the yardarms? Interesting night.

If revived, Varen fires at Lars.

Thanks! It really is a good place. I was hoping to include the fun interior details.

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I have no idea why Mr. Nelson is targeting me? Even though I didn't attack him for attacking Mr. Lawson? As others have mentioned, he's either confused or he's a townie scared we caught him in oursights and over reacted. Or he's scum. I personally don't have an inkling either way, although him going after me after I said nothing attacking him be suspect. I don't think he be making a scum play on this, it's too out of sorts for a normal scum move. He's not walking anything back. I don't think scum would be sacrificing someone so early in the game, especially if they didn't step in behind the lines earlier, if they be messaging each other in secret. Vote: Douglas "No Hook" Wembley (Darkdragon) I think ye trying to fly under the birds eye.

I meself do not see you as stating your identity or role or whatever be you.

Aye, this be a problem, more traitors amongst us. Can I cut the heads of traitors with my sword before we throw them overboard?

"I gotta get a new scope," Varen muttered. He holds his position and repeats his attack on the creature. "Think we get this tank's vitality low enough I could try to persuade LArs to stand down for a moment?"

"On it!" Varen falls back to a4 and shoots the tank.

He's adorable!

It's so cute. I might actually buy a Marvel set for once haha. There's definitely a way to do it. I'll need some time and report back my findings. I'm notoriously bad when it comes to movement/technic stuff in builds, but I have gotten better. Nothing will beat the original lego stegosaurus in cuteness. It's so blocky it's cute.

Spencer Milford here!

Thanks! Is this a marvel reference? Thank you! Thanks! I tried to have some silly fun in this one. Thanks! I'm hoping to do more cultural builds as well, especially for NO. And that's a good idea! I'll try to come up with something for that! As always!

Varen goes to A4 and shoots at the Thudaal even though it's close.

Great story! And I love the rockwork in the back. Where did you get the pieces for the sarcophogus? Is the torso Hagrid?

Thanks! I'd been itching to get back to the E+E storyline since Emile was off in Terraversa, and now that they're both back together in NO, I can really expand their story.

A Dramatic Visit | Medium Arts and Culture RCB - Nouveau Oleandia Party | Royal Collab Commerce

"Now will you please put the outfit on?" Elise impatiently asked Emile. Emile sighed inwardly. Somedays he wished he was back out in Terraversa with the war. Well, perhaps not that exactly. Or maybe yes. By the gods that was a good time. Yes, he could die at any time, but the thrill was incredible. The last time he felt a thrill like that was when he was pirating, er, privateering, he corrected himself. That was a lifetime ago. Maybe not. He ran into his old captain while in Terraversa. "Why do I need to wear this again?" "You're the mayor of Nouveau Oleandia," his wife replied as she adjusted his jacket. "You need to look respectable. You mustn't look like you just stepped off a battlefield or a warship whose decks were slick with blood." "But I did..." He whispered to himself. "I heard that." Elise turned away to adjust the rouge on her cheeks. "And you did not just return. You've been back for some time. At least you shaved that stubble." "I liked the whiskers." "I did not, at least not for this appearance." Elise turned to her husband. "And wipe that scowl from your face." "You look fantastic," he said as he took in the sight of her in her dark dress. "Don't change the subject." ~~~~~~~~~ Elise had Emile keep his eyes closed in the carriage until they arrived at the secret location. She led him out and into the building. Well, he assumed it was a building. Emile could feel his cheeks burning from being escorted from a carriage. Finally Elise sat him down and said he could open his eyes. A theatre. "We're seeing a play?" he asked, rather obviously. "Not just any," she said with a smirk. "Now shhh. It's about to start." "Where are the other patrons?" he asked as he turned in his seat. "SSSHHHHH!!!" she answered. Finally the actors came on stage. Emile recognized the actors, and the show, as it began. He recalled when he was assigned mayor of the town, Elise threw a party and invited the actor who played the main role. It was no play but an opera. But then... Then the most unexpected happened. "THAT I SNOT MY STRINGED INSTRUMENT!" the lead actor shouted, his voice strained. "Is... is that a crocodile?" Emile asked. He knew the answer, but he couldn't help but ask. Nor could he hide the giggles. Elise was not too keen on this development. "I don't recall this." "Welcome to Nouveau Oleandia," Emile joked. "You never warned me about the crocodiles." "I thought you read about them!" "I was in a war. You think I had time to read about animals?" "Are you actually laughing about this?" Elise asked increduously. "... no..." "I wonder how the stagehands are doing," Emile mused.