Vote Etanru

For reasons stated before.

Meh.

*ghost in*

Shiri would cry if you didn't weed out those tainted, so get cracking!

*ghost out*

He'd probably want us to continue and stop worrying about him. So let's...

vote: choice 1

Rereading the thread now, so expect a longer post from me afterwards.

Shorlen, Etanru and Suhnaye jump out at me. Munsia's shut up, which is odd for her, so she's either tainted or realised she's just ruining her chances.

o.O

But I rolecalled!

Bah. What if I give my object to someone everyone trusts? Would that prove that I'm not Tainted?

I told you, I have to reread the thread. It's gonna take me a bit to do. Specially when I'm ICly busy.

Munsy has shut up cause she has been uber busy is all. I'm just now watching for who the next idiot that says something stupid

This isn't really going much further here. Some want to keep going, some don't. I'll make a compromise. You have 24 hours to vote. Whoever has the most votes dies.

Bam.

Assumin' Lolly's done been tellin' me th' ones as 'ave been up ta sumthin' in th' night, Ah'd lak ta know what ye did, Tsaephai.

FoS Tsaephai

(option .... whichever)

Erm, wrong thread.

Boom.

Because I assume Munsia's gonna want a translator again, here:
"Assuming Lolly's been telling me the ones as have be up to something in the night, I'd like to know what you did, Tsaephai."

And I'm assuming this means that you want me to rolecall?

Tha', or claim to've done whate'er ye might've done durin' th' night, so's Ah kin decide whuther ta believe ye.

Ah'll be athankin' ye fer th' translatin', by th' way

I think you should claim

Didn't she already...?

No I think it was just us throwing out 'hey I think she's so and so'

D'ya be speakin' ta me, lass? Ah done already tol' ye mah name, if so.



Ah canna tell ye tha' Ah be sumon Ah'm not.

An', wiff th' assumshin tha' Lolly's gone an' bin whisprin ta me who's bin sneakin' 'round a' night, Ah still be awaitin' ta hear whut Tsaephai has ta say fer hisself.

Talking to Shiri on the phone. He's decided to vote:Tsuki. He doesn't understand what she's been up to and it doesn't make sense.

Vote Count

Tsuki: 1 Shiri
Etanru: 1 Shorlen

Not voting: The rest of you.


Guess what? That's not even close to what I meant about voting, and it makes it a NO LYNCH.

Goodnight. Send night choices.

And since we haven't got Shiri to close and open the thread and I don't feel like bugging Richter, do me a favor and just don't post during the night. Kay? Kay.

The soft sounds of the Crystal Sea lapping against the sand filled the air, mingled with abrupt cheers from the nearby tavern. But tonight, Captain Vlath Symfale wandered the deck of his boat, drinking apricot brandy from his flask - in rather gracious sips, as well. His slurred voice was heard across the harbor, as he yelled out, "Where are ye, Lolly! Commere, I can' be waitin' all day.."

As though in response to his outcries, the shimmering form of a small furrikin appeared on the deck. Thankfully, none were present to witness it. Or, so Symfale thought - someone, or perhaps more accurately something, lurked within the nearby shadows and netting.

The little furry ghost's lips moved, yet the creature lurking in the shadows caught none of it. It sounded almost as though the words themselves were nothing more than raw emotion and pain, conjuring images of a violent and painful death.

Then the ghost faded, Symfale nodding grimly. "Aye, laddie - I got ye.." The grizzled merian stumbled over to the side of his ship, and took a deep swig, brushed his mouth with the back of his hand, and chucked flask out into the raging Crystal Sea.

"Come out, ye filthy curr! I know ye be hidin' here!" Drawing a curved blade, Symfale's blood-shot eyes scanned the ship. A dark, cruel chuckle came from the shadows. "You're too drunk to fight, Vlath. Just give it up." Symfale shook his head - "Ne'er will ah surrender! I'd be doin' me lad Lolly an injustice! Ye killed'em, but ye won't be gettin' me!" He lunged at the shadowy figure, slashing the wicked steel about in the shadows. He felt it strike flesh - or something like flesh, but much harder. The blade sang the song of steel on heavy stone, and the blade was wrenched from his numb fingers.

"So pathetic." A clawed hand lashed out, grasping Symfale around the throat. "I'll send you to the Fates. Give them my best." His hand closed tightly. "Ne'er.. beast.." Vlath would gasp, but it would do him no good.

"Lolly.. M'lad.. I be commin'.. find me some good..apricot.." The soft sounds of a man dieing from lack of air quieted, the only sound for a moment were that of wet gills opening and closing rapidly. Suddenly, the clawed hand released, then clamped shut again, this time driving nails deep into the gills.

Tsuki, AKA Vlad Symfale, Seeker, untainted has been slain.