Patrick

The sun slowly climbed above the horizon, its rays shakily piercing the low lying layer of clouds that threatened rain before the end of the day. The small run-down inn had offered little in the way of shelter for the night, and in the light of the rising sun its state of disrepair was evident for all. Repairs had been done rarely and only in patches, just the bare necessities to keep the inn halfway serviceable. Everyone was glad to be rid of this place and to be on the road again. Stephen Lark more than the rest. Being the leader of the rag-tag band of mercenaries tasked with protecting the group of five carts and about three dozen odd men and women, he had information that he did not like. One of his outriders hadn't been seen for two days and the other had sighted bandits in their rear. He hoped that his half a dozen men would be enough to defend the caravan if all went to hell. But even more than that he hoped that they wouldn't have to draw their swords before they reached King's Landing. Almost everyone was awake already, making last-minute preparations for what was to be a long day's march for those unlucky enough to have horses and a leasurely ride for those who had the luxury. It was just before Stephen was about to give the order to leave, that everyone was stopped in their tracks by a high-pitched scream from the stables. As the group set out half an hour later, the leader of the mercenaries could not help but wonder whether with his five remaining men he could still earn his pay or not. Only time would tell.

Game thread shall be up either tonight or tomorrow morning.

So we have: Tanuchan Akallabeth Ozymandias TheResearcher Savage Dragon Giles Jordan I think I should be able to run a nice and short one-wolf game with just six people. So, is everyone of that six still around?

Happy Birthday Wyvie! Patrick -uninspiredly

OOC: Psst...you need to give four new words.

Hmmm...four players isn't just quite enough.

Looks fine.

You can be whoever you want in the world, as long as it's not a named character from the books.

Signup is open!

Warning: if you haven't read the first two books of George R.R. Martin's series, then contains spoilers. Sign ups are now open! If you don't know the series, then I won't say that Wikipedia is a good source, because it contains way too many spoilers that would ruin a future reading of the books. Suffice to say that if you don't know the series it's medieval fantasy, with the fantasy being very low, almost inexistant. So knights, damsels, squires, war, bandits etc... Sign ups shall be open until about the 9th. Roles are roughly: wolf(ves) - a bandit, is taking the group towards a trap seer - someone who has dreams that sometimes come true baner - someone who doesn't sleep too well

So erm, let me arrive back from Barcelona, and I'll see about throwing up a sign-up.

I'm ready to mod, but I'm not feeling in the mood for modding a Narnia game right now (blame it on George R.R. Martin and his Song of Ice and Fire series, put me too much into the mood). So, who would be interested by a game in Martin's universe? For those who don't know it, it's pretty low fantasy, with just a few weird creatures and quite rare magic.

I know about that, it won Katz and I a game some time back.

The one thing I don't get is why Lord Panther and Akallabeth voted for Guinea Pig after Guinea Pig voted off the wolf the day before. They had me convinced that one of them was the wolf after that...

Nathan was sitting in the men's room in the airport and crying. His sister's death coupled with the phone call he had to place to their parents had finally caught up with him. As he sat there sobbing he could not help but think back to the image of his sister's head exploding from the bullet it had struck it. She had been such a chaotic, but still, such a loveable person. Nathan vowed to see the end of whoever had killed her. OOC: I don't want to condemn anyone, so let's make it a three-way tie: Degorram/Lindsey Mitchell/Ves

Nathan was happy to leave this bleak and desolate place. Only his sister's memory kept him. He stood for a long time next to the makeshift pile of stones that marked where Anya lay before leaving. He did not speak a word on the way to New York. When he got there he made the hardest phone call of his life, calling his parents and telling them about what had happened to Anya. OOC: the dice decided that the vote shall be for Lord Panther/Zach Petit/Pico.

Nathan looked without any visible emotion at the dead body at his feet. He wanted to spit, kick, punch, claw...but it wouldn't help. Someone else had brought punishment to Anzu, depriving him of revenge. "I'm going to bury my sister," he said after a long silence. "Anyone want to help?"

<<EEEEEEEEEEEK!>> Chiroq shreaked. <<Another of them!>> It was only Patham's guardian presence that made Chiroq stay and not leave the Cabaret Room immediately. And then he felt the weight of the eyes on him. He was scrutinized more than he had ever been. <<Can I help you?>> he asked the man in the calmest manner possible while being merely feet away from two terrorising herbivores.

Longer would be nice, I think.

Nathan did not hear Dennis hiss at him. After his sister tumbling lifeless to the ground the world around him ceased to exist for him. "Anya. Anya." he whispered over and over again, cradling his sister in his arm, his other arm pushing her bloody hair out of her ghastly pale face. There was an awful lot of blood. On the ground, on Anya's face, on her clothes, on his hands. As he wiped his tears away he smeared blood all over his face. "I had wished to see Order see the end of Chaos, but not like this. Not like this." Watch what you wish for, for wishes can come true. His father's words, from two decades ago when both of them were still young children rang in his ears. He had scolded them for wishing a little too loudly that the fearsome dog in the neighbouring garden would die. You were right Dad. Nathan bent down and kissed his sister's bloody forehead and pulled her eyes shut. Slowly, painfully, he forced himself to stand. By the time he stood his hands were clenched into fists. His eyes screamed murder at anyone who would have looked at them. With his sister's blood smeared all over his face and hands Nathan ran after Dennis. He would kill whoever had done this. No, he would slaughter whoever had done this.

Ozy, do we learn the roles of those who are killed?

Nathan took a hot dog, but after taking a couple of bites he was no longer hungry. His hunger was replaced by annoyance and curiosity at being thrust into a situation that had nearly killed him. He would have at least wanted an explanation that made sense. He could see his sister at the other side of the campsite and nodded at her when she looked his way. "So, Mister...whoever you are," he said looking at the aboriginal man, "Mind telling us what the hell is going and why we were torn from our normal lives?" Is he even the one he should be asking the questions from? Nathan didn't know. Who the hell was in charge here?

Fine by me.

Also, just had another question...personally I don't really mind coming up with OOC votes, I can easily see myself accusing X with no reason whatsoever, but if we wanted to have IC accusations, shouldn't the characters, meet?