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Knowing his followers they probably don't know about this change and will find out in six years and start complaining that it is some sort of conspiracy.
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Better to be late as Walder Frey, or play and end like Walder Frey's guests ?Damn it Late As Walder Frey again
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Throughout the day, the various guests arrived. You did so using your own means of transportation, since you all thought it would be better to avoid drawing too much attention by arriving as a coherent group. Some of you came by air; other by boats. Some of you had already arrived in Rome a couple days ago, reactivating old networks and rekindling friendships; others, much less fond of Italy, arrived directly from their homeland.
At any rate, by the evening all of you had arrived in the beautiful old convent that would be used for these meetings. The place was simply perfect for what you had in mind: it was located on the outskirts on Rome, and did not draw too much attention to itself and its residents; however it was also located close to the city, should any travel to Rome itself be needed. The place was serene and adorned with religious figures, which perfectly suited all of you. The Black Order really did know how to pick its strongholds.
The 17 of you then all partook in the reception thrown in your honor that night. It was a very classy soirée, befitting your ranks as heads of the Order. By all accounts, it was a success, and a very good way to put you all in the mood for the discussions which would immediately start the following day. You all went to bed feeling 20 years younger, and readier than ever to take over Europe.
Old bodies, however, do not oversleep: while you all woke up at different hours, by 10 nobody was left in bed, and you had begun chatting with each other about the matters at hand, or sometimes about more trivial matter. It did not take long for you to notice, however, that by 11 there were not 17 of you, but only 16: the one lazy person in your group was a rather important member of the Order in the British Isles in the person of James McNair, heir to a distinguished lineage of Scottish nobles tracing their roots to the early kings of Scotland. You quickly dispatched the nearest person you could find - a young guard, standing nearby keeping watch on the hills surrounding the convent - to get him.
The guard came back in a very agitated state of mind which you did not anticipate. True, McNair could be somewhat... extravagant at times, especially after he had a couple drinks of whisky, when he could reenact some old Scottish traditions everyone but him had forgotten, but to frighten such a young guard so... He was clearly exaggerating.
After a couple seconds, though, you started to make out what the guard was saying: "McNair.... Dead... Blood everywhere....".
Not believing your ears, you rushed as quickly as you could to McNair's room. You did indeed find him, still in bed. A bed from which he would nevermore rise up - a 9mm Makarov bullet in the neck preventing him to do so.
It took you a while to recover from the shock. A quick search from the room revealed nothing: no compromising documents, no traces of jewelry being stolen, nothing. Whoever had committed this murder had done so in the only aim to kill McNair. But you could not understand. How could this happen ? The convent was too well fortified. A random murderer had no chance of getting inside. And even one motivated by the idea of killing one of the Order's heads would find it difficult to get inside so silently.
Nobody could bring himself to say it aloud, but the conclusion you drew from this crime was the same from everyone: there was a traitor inside the convent. Whether he was the murderer, or only helped an accomplice inside, was irrelevant to you. Since a search of the convent revealed no traces of a hidden assassin, the only people you could catch now was the traitor, likely still inside since nobody had left the convent since yesterday.
Reeling under the weight of these revelations, you decided to convene later in the evening to plot a course of action. In the meantime, the old soldiers that you all were decided to keep their guns in close proximity, and told the guards to open both eyes wide.
Arkasas the villager is hunted
I have two last wishes. Firstly, that you kill my murderers, and secondly, that four (or five, whatever) of you sub out so I can sub in.
How did someone fire a gun in the middle of the night without anyone hearing it? These must be some soundproof walls. Or incompetent guards.
Don't you dare playing it smart and point out the faults in the GM's reasoning or I will grant Arkasas his wish !
(I'll think of something better for the next update, just you wait !)
Finally the real fun starts!
Following the Panzer School of Thought, I shall vote someone at random who hasn't voted yet
Vote JermanTK
Following the Panzer School of Thought, I shall vote someone at random who hasn't voted yet
Vote JermanTK
I've done some analysis. The pack is: Capibara, Euroo7, Xarkan, beartjah
I'm going to keep my vote where it is for the moment though, I don't want the wolves to know I'm on their tail.
I'm going to keep my vote where it is for the moment though, I don't want the wolves to know I'm on their tail.
Randomly calling someone a wolf for bullshit reasons, Cymsdale is obviously a wolf.
Vote Cymsdale
