Shadows

*continues observing the group and taking notes while wondering why I'm wearing a badge...*

True, but it isn't silly to remove an unnecessary distraction as opposed to risking sudden death. All we have to go on at this point is behaviour, and of all the behaviour out there, she's the most out of place. I'm not at all convinced that this isn't the traditional first day martyring, but at this point I don't see any other good indicators of guilt. Vote: Ethel / Adam

The Friar speaks with a truthful tongue, for it is clear that Our Lord would wish to aide us in discovering the source of this treachery and should provide a helpful clue. I would like to personally volunteer to serve as a tool of Our Lord in this investigation. If one of you would be so kind as to prepare a room, I will begin by inspecting the buttocks and other regions of the cheeky maids for evidence of devilry. I suspect that they might cry out during this process, or maybe just talk in that annoying way that they do, so I would ask that they be gagged first, just in case. Anything to help. It could be helpful. Historically, corruption comes at all levels, though I think it would be too much of an assumption to automatically believe that there are traitors evenly distributed throughout the ranks. I'm interested. As a rule, it seems clear that someone local, someone who normally lives in this castle, would need to be corrupted by the Dragons for them to obtain entry into what should have been a highly secure castle. This would require coordination of someone with authority over the guards, and at least one actual guard and potentially some of the lower staff to "look the other way" as the evil forces were allowed access to the castle. I would like to think that my fellow Ambassador and I are above suspicion, as it is obvious that we each made the lengthy journey here to build an Alliance and have done so, thus have no interest in seeing it destroyed so quickly, but I realise that everyone should be thoroughly investigated and will certainly cooperate in any way possible. Ambassador S I R I O N. Ambassador Ralf and I, while we are castle residents, aren't residents of this castle normally. We're visiting dignitaries.

Very nice! I'd never heard of them having spare instruction sheets. Honestly, I'd be happy getting those and these scans will do nicely in case I never do. Aw, thanks!

Don't take it so personally unless, well, you know. If only you could be so certain that he wouldn't do it again.

Then we bury her in a shallow grave with an ugly tombstone with a hole in it? I've heard it's highly overrated and that the author ended up running like a scared little girl after the wise Friar of the town confronted him with the truth. But he did have a nice hat.

Don't look at me, I'm a dashingly handsome playboy. As my father once said: "thou shouldst not buyeth the bovine when you may obtaineth the lactations without obligation."

*continues to observe the group of lunatics quietly while muttering, "what is this really about?"*

Collecting evidence is fine and I'm sure that the responsible members of this group will do that, but you seem a little eager to "vote" and bring someone to their death without anything to base it on. You're a bloodthirsty little wench, aren't you?

Ouch. Burned to a crisp like last nights staff. I, on the other hand, am a well respected Ambassador. I've also been told that I'm dashingly handsome... and modest, naturally.

Having difficulties keeping your sanity and identifying your superiors? Perhaps the lash is in order, but alas, given the situation I shall be a patient man... for now. As for proof, I am as much at a loss as anyone here, I just hope we can discover something that will help quelleth this evil before it overcomes us. Another in need of the lash, but you'd liketh that, wouldn't you, baby?

Quite so, Hugh, you have a good memory. Did you see service during that time? I am sure that the King would remember them vividly as I know that he personally encountered them long ago. As for the attack... while it would have been helpful in this situation, I am more than relieved to say that I never actually saw them directly myself, only the horrible results of their attacks. I Know that they wielded fire and tore men limb from limb, but I don't believe they ever used bladed weapons, so this is probably a more mortal evil in the form of those Dragon rotters. Indeed. She is lovely to the eyes but quite shrill upon the ears. Perhaps we need to stuffeth something in her mouth. That sounds like the foolhardy utterings of someone who wisheth to bring death upon the innocent.

Except Charles, your husband. He was a witch. And he had an ugly grave. And he sucked as a lover (your best line from the discussion thread).

I agree completely. It is a joy to hear such insightful wisdom coming from a lovely Lady, if I may be so bold as to say so. YES! As you say, that would be wise, I shall place my escorts in the King's service immediately. Sounds like witchcraft. More witchcraft! Did I say witchcraft? Nevermind, baby! Yes, exactly, pop-tarts as they are calling them sound dangerous and look like something a fire breathing freak such as our attackers would appreciate. Down with the tarts that go pop!

It was allowed in Witch Hunt, but we weren't used to it yet, so when it happened, we all came screaming to rat out the witch who pm'ed us.

I haven't seen carnage like this since the last time our people were attacked by black wraith demons... This is a very serious matter, not just for the death it has brought but for the situation we are in. Clearly, the security at an event like this would normally be able to withstand such an attack, thus it seems obvious that there are those amongst us who would seek to destroy our important work by allowing access to the evil that brought this upon these poor souls. Open your eyes, one and all, and keep them open to your surroundings. Pay close attention to those around you, for there are traitors in our midst and we must find and destroy them before they expose us to more death. Be vigilant, we can't allow this to interfere with the important agreement that we have made here.

In the course of 3 games, you two have been married twice, and I had a fling with a maid bearing a remarkable resemblance to your 'wife'. To further the freak potential, Draggy reminded me that I once had that face, in a castle much like this, so it's not the first time that Zeph has fallen in love with someone who looks like that. ~ ~ I won't even get into those "4 in a Bed" occurrences. This is going to be a fun game indeed.

You know, in the initial avatars, Artie was meant to have a fedora as well. I held on to that bit of info just in case someone got too pushy about fedora=mob, since in reality it would have just been normal clothing for the period. At least that would have been my story. That's sort of my point, actually. If they don't catch on it's their problem, but feeding them more and more eventually feels like trying to help them a little too much. I like a certain amount of clues, but I really like to rely on the players and their own words. I realise it's a tough balance and I probably lean too much towards the other end. It isn't like anyone got my clues in Galactic Paranoia. Oddly enough, the more obvious the clue, the more people ignore it, assuming it's a red herring. Fibercon and a chef's hat, anyone? I spent the whole game defending myself from things I didn't say or do directly, just things attributed to my character in the narration. That gets very annoying eventually. On the other hand, Striker was a raving lunatic who I needed to keep alive for his night killing ability, so it was probably best that the attention stayed on me. Anyone like some poisoned toast? Now some dork can claim to be an FBI agent with all sorts of random abilities and knowledge and nobody even blinks that much, despite obvious and direct evidence against him. We really have come a long way.

No, I told Striker that if I died, he had to kill you next since it would mean you were a traitor. You know, I didn't really do that, but at one point he suspected that you couldn't be trusted and wanted us to use you as an infamous meat shield. It sounds like a pretty good idea now. Hey, we went through this whole game without giving TinyP any real trouble, so I won't be denied my opportunity now.

Ok, seriously dude, have you ever heard of the word "impartiality"? You just mentioned me 17 times in ways that I didn't have any control over, cases where you purely manipulated the scene to try to get me killed. Could it be a little more obvious that you didn't care how I played, you just wanted me dead? Sort of reminds me of poor Mustafa in Witch Hunt. Every day suspicion was thrown at him in the form of things he couldn't control. I've got to admit, I'm not fond of that particular method and didn't employ it my portion of Galactic Paranoia, mostly because it isn't effective (and it doesn't really seem fair). Fortunately, it didn't get me killed and I was able to manipulate it to look like other things. Heck, it didn't even get Draggy killed in WH either. It just doesn't work, but it is fun. Sort of. Yes it was, even if I didn't get to kill you at the end like last time. You might have a point there.

Ambassador Sirion Vipont of the City State of Dromindur, at your service. Especially yours, ladies.

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Peter Crawford Thomas Baker, checking in!

*checks for a new potato message, but sees nothing* Trying to give everyone an advantage by not letting me know who I'm playing? Seems fair.