I'm voting for Andar aka Nards. Day 1 there isn't much to go on, and the mage theory seems as good as any. Of the two mages he has the most angry past. In reality this means I'm probably wrong and Verileah is devious, but its a start
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EQ Mafia Day 1 Voting. Cast them here.
This is the thread where you cast your vote to decide who will be lynched this evening. Votes are due by Midnight EST. Please only post the name of the person you are voting for in this thread, and use the mafia kill thread for discussion of votes and anything else you wish.
I'll be gone for a few hours today, but will be back soon enough to answer any questions you might have before the lynch.
Good luck everyone!
Vulash
20 years ago
I'll start this off.
I'm voting for Andar aka Nards. Day 1 there isn't much to go on, and the mage theory seems as good as any. Of the two mages he has the most angry past. In reality this means I'm probably wrong and Verileah is devious, but its a start
Die Mafia scum
I'm voting for Andar aka Nards. Day 1 there isn't much to go on, and the mage theory seems as good as any. Of the two mages he has the most angry past. In reality this means I'm probably wrong and Verileah is devious, but its a start
Die Mafia scum
Nards
20 years ago
This most certainly sounds like the work of Brujah. The elemental that is by my side has no hards, therefore unable to hold another being underwater. Have you looked at your nearest skeleton today?
immy
20 years ago
Andar / Nards
ROzbeans
20 years ago
Ahh, the necro. I've seen the evil dealings of a necromancer's pet. Their ability to aid their master and subdue their foe is uncanny and malicious.
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Hammerthynn walked away from his mount and into the Inn before him. He bartered for a room and paid the Inn Keeper to tend to his mare. Walking slowly up the stairs, he turned the corner that led him to his room. Upon entering Hammerthynn undressed and stood by the murky window looking out at the street. Rubbing the horrid scar that replaced his right eye slowly the barbarian murmued, 'The necro, Brujah.'
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Hammerthynn walked away from his mount and into the Inn before him. He bartered for a room and paid the Inn Keeper to tend to his mare. Walking slowly up the stairs, he turned the corner that led him to his room. Upon entering Hammerthynn undressed and stood by the murky window looking out at the street. Rubbing the horrid scar that replaced his right eye slowly the barbarian murmued, 'The necro, Brujah.'
Aziyade
20 years ago
After much consideration I cannot fathom that either mage is capable of this deed. Andar's past is dark indeed, but he seems have a soul that is seeking redemption. Brujah on the other hand seems to be more loyal to his gang of necromancers than to the League. My conscience dictates that I must vote for Brujah.
But it does not make me happy to do so.
But it does not make me happy to do so.
Danq
20 years ago
These two are trying to protect one of their own, methinks.
Andar - GUILTY!
Andar - GUILTY!
Larene_Stormfire
20 years ago
Andar = GUILTY
Rasberry
20 years ago
Andar
Verileah
20 years ago
Okay, I'm calling this. Andar it is!
Scene to come shortly. In the meantime, SKIDs are due in by 8:00 am est tomorrow.
Good first round guys.
Scene to come shortly. In the meantime, SKIDs are due in by 8:00 am est tomorrow.
Good first round guys.
Verileah
20 years ago
It wasn’t that Andar was feeling sorry for himself. Really, that wasn’t it at all. Rather, Andar was standing quietly, alone, simply being astonished at just how wrong one dark elf’s life could go. Looking over his past as he stared deeply in the reflecting pool, he saw more bitterness than he ever knew would fit into one lifespan and wondered how it could have all gone so badly so quickly. It would have been comical if it were not so terrible, just how deeply wretched life had become. Bad enough that folks are dying left and right in the safest place in all of Norrath, but now people seemed to think –he- had something to do with it! Hadn’t he suffered enough without these terrible accusations placed on his shoulders?
One can imagine, then, that Andar was not feeling like moving, much less running away, when the lynch mob approached him. To be honest, Andar was finding it hard to believe they were actually going to go through with their threats. He reasoned that everyone would show up to kill him, realize that killing meant a good deal more than standing around in a group and threatening people, and wander off with embarrassed looks on their faces. And so far, that’s what Andar found when he turned around to face the crowd. The lynch mob surrounded him, and everyone shuffled their feet, not quite looking Andar in the eye. Andar just stood there and waited for it all to be over. He found himself feeling rather embarrassed for this lynch mob who had come to kill him, and wondered just how silly they were feeling right about now.
That’s when someone threw a rock at him. Andar spun wildly, looking to see who had done it, but still no one would meet his eye. Another rock whizzed by his ear, and then it seemed that everything happened at once. The crowd swallowed him up in a blur of people. A rope was thrown over his neck, and a sash was tied over his face. Blind and struggling, Andar felt himself lifted high into the air by the crowd, felt the rough rope shift and tug around his neck. Then he felt a sickening drop before his misery was ended forever.
One can imagine, then, that Andar was not feeling like moving, much less running away, when the lynch mob approached him. To be honest, Andar was finding it hard to believe they were actually going to go through with their threats. He reasoned that everyone would show up to kill him, realize that killing meant a good deal more than standing around in a group and threatening people, and wander off with embarrassed looks on their faces. And so far, that’s what Andar found when he turned around to face the crowd. The lynch mob surrounded him, and everyone shuffled their feet, not quite looking Andar in the eye. Andar just stood there and waited for it all to be over. He found himself feeling rather embarrassed for this lynch mob who had come to kill him, and wondered just how silly they were feeling right about now.
That’s when someone threw a rock at him. Andar spun wildly, looking to see who had done it, but still no one would meet his eye. Another rock whizzed by his ear, and then it seemed that everything happened at once. The crowd swallowed him up in a blur of people. A rope was thrown over his neck, and a sash was tied over his face. Blind and struggling, Andar felt himself lifted high into the air by the crowd, felt the rough rope shift and tug around his neck. Then he felt a sickening drop before his misery was ended forever.