TAU Play Thread

[Boo]

"Well Brother Cromenon. I see now that this has become more of a personal thing for you. You've cast aside the evidence and argument laid out before you and now go after me like a rabid dog. Even though I've given you several reasons not to vote on me, you still do it. How can it be that the arguments that Darkreaver puts forth, which you bashed aside earlier, weighs heavier than mine?"

He chuckles and looks at Damek.

"And of course, Brother Damek. I'm glad to hear that you've still got your aristocratic pride." He smirks and turn his back on him to glare at Cromenon.

"What does it appear I am, please tell me what you can see. Enlighten me."

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon opened his eyes quite a lot, as if surprised:
"Of course that's personal, brother Boorelius! How couldn't it be!? Perhaps for you it is not personal, it is just a game, but for me, who may not see another night, it is quite personal."

He regained his calm look:
"And of course you have put up several arguments not to vote on you, but I've already explained the arguments to vote on you, and as I have said before, I don't waste time twice."

"Boorelius, you seem by far, due to your actions and words, the most manipulative person in all this council, as Damek said before. That makes you certainly seem a traitor... but if you aren't, well... you act quite well. However that possibility is now so unlikely that would make me laugh if the situation was not so dramatic, brother Boorelius."

He shook his head with disdain and waited.

 

[Arion]

OOC: Could you all place votes in bold, it makes my job easier.

 

[Cromenon]

"Let me summarize, brother Arion, if you please..."

Cromenon took his weathered quill and his parchment and scribbled some sort of table:

- Suspect: # of votes against (who voted against him)

- Boorelius: 3 votes (Darkreaver, Damek, Cromenon)
- Darkreaver: 2 votes (Boorelius, Batholis)
- Batholis: 1 vote (Azahul)


"I hope this helps you..."

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek glanced over at the parchment and smirked
"Very Pretty" mumbled the Von Carstein

 

[Boo]

Boorelius smirks when he glances at Cromenons parchment.

"Well, looks like I've got it against me, huh?"

He sighs, and sits down again.

 

[Arion]

OOC: Alions vote has been placed.

"So, let us see your alignment, Boorelius, loyalist or traitor, will you go quietly?"

Without pausing Draithon unsheathed his blade and impaled Boorelius through the heart. With a gasp he sank to the floor, and his eyes closed as he toppled over sideways.

Elliana stepped forward and placed a palm on his forehead. A slow smile spread over her face.

"A traitor...."

Boorelius: Traitor

 

[Fodderboy]

Darkreaver pushes himself up out of his chair to stand over Boorelius.

"Treachery and betrayal I can understand, even condone. But only up to a point. What you did was beyond foul. You died too quickly."

"That said, I'm peckish. Would anyone care to join me for a snack?"

With that, Darkreaver turns and totters towards his rooms, waving his arms as though issuing commands and muttering under his breath. From that direction screams start to emerge. Desperate, mortal screams.

"Yes, I find myself quite hungry."

 

[cripple]

Batholis laughs out in triumph.

"yes! after all this time, we have finally caught one of them. How I have anticipated this... but Boorelius... were it not proven to me, I would call you a liar Draithorn."

"I think... that I shall have to revise my strategy"

With that Batholis strode off to his coffin, a pensive look upon his face.

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon stood up and walked to Boorelius' ashes, smiling, relaxed. He was so relieved.

"Goodbye, brother Boorelius."

He walked towards his chamber, a smile of triumph in his face. He summoned his wights and placed some protective charms around his coffin (he found a small spell book in Christophe's empty coffin, which contained useful protective spells from the Dark Elves) and he went to sleep.

He closed his eyes: "Well, old brother Q'Sor. Half of the work is done."

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek smiled coldly as he looked over Boorelius's remains and turning he silently strode towards his coffin, with a slight gesture he summoned his undead guardians and sunk into the darkness of his resting place.

 

[Arion]

The sound of rushing water came from far in the distance, a waterfall or someone pouring water. Two sets of marching footsteps came into the Council Hall, locatin Alion who had noodded off earlier in the day they quickened their pace. Suddenly awakened Alion tried to rub his sleepy eyes but found his arms bound behind him. His legs were similarly trussed. He realised he was being dragged to a large pit in some out of the way room, someday in the past it would have been used for bathing.

The air suddenly began to sting as he got closer to the pit, with in a flash of thought he realised the pit was filled with blessed water, and filled with dozens of tiny barbed stakes. Alion began shouting, his brain overloaded with horror. With a slight grunt of effort the traitors threw him into the pool, immediately his skin began to burn from the water and the stakes pierced his skin. Along with the bounds these kept him down most effectively.

One of the Traitors began speaking with an air of amusement while he scattered a bucket of garlics around the pool as well in it.

"For the scent. Do you like it?"
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Draithon marched with the other Council Members towards the position of Alion's body, it had been discovered by Grave Guard an hour ago.

As they reached the room they met with a terrible sight, Alion's burnt and shriveled body lay in a pool of bloody water surrounded by garlics. Marching forth apparently unpertuebed Draithon placed the tip of one gloved finger into the pool. He wtihdrew it an instant after, shaking his hand as if burned.

"Holy Water... you get the impression that these traitors are quite sadistic."

Alion: Loyalist

1. Azahul
2. Cripple
3. Cromenon
4. Damek
5. Darkreaver

We are nearing the end, the endgame....

It is night

 

[Cromenon]

A piercing smell woke up Cromenon from his sleep. He could barely breathe, he felt his lungs as if burning.

He went out of his chamber and found Draithon in the corridor, and a Grave Guard in front of him, whose voice echoed into his head:"There is another dead".

He followed Draithon and the other Council Members, who were being woken up by that same hot smell. As they were coming nearer to the source of that smell, he started to cough. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose and mouth with it. His eyes were starting to cry (so strong was the substance in the air), so he returned to the Council Chamber.

When Draithon entered, Cromenon noticed that he was rubbing his finger, as if burnt: "Holy Water and garlic...." he said, thoughtful.

Cromenon understood. The piercing smell was the garlic on the air, and the fumes near the pool, were holy water's. He shuddered: "Not a nice death... How sadistic."

He sit down on his armchair and waited for the other Council Members to come.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek sighed as he looked at the remained and shook his head, his eyes glowing dimly from the scent of garlic in the air
"Horrific" hissed the Von Carstein.

Turning he walked into the council chambers and sat down in the armchair next to Cromenon.
"Well this will be interesting" he whispered with a chuckle to the other vampire.

At least we can safely guess who the other traitor is he thought to himself.

 

[Fodderboy]

"Last night I said I was hungry. I did not say I wanted soup. Killing, I can understand," Darkreaver's wrapped hand flapped at the hallway that leads to the most recenct set of remains, "but this is in bad... taste."

Darkreaver turns towards Draithion.

"'These traitors', Draithion? You suspect more than one was involved here? However many there are remaining, this little scenario would have required considerable resources. For one of our kind to even consider travelling with several barrels of holy water would indicate either increadible confidence or tremendous folly. Traits one would expect, I suppose, of a minion of Nagash."

Darkreaver straightens himself as best he can in his seat. "Azahul has repeatedly tried to twist my words in an effort to make them nonsensical, but I suspect a deeper motive - deep enough for me to suspect Azahul himself of having loyalties that lie elsewhere."

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon looked from Damek, who seemed quite pensative, sit on his left, to Darkreaver, who was on his right:
"What you say is right, brother Darkreaver. Digging such an enormous pit would require more than one person to achieve it."

"And about the holy water... personally I think they must have got it after our "imprisonment" in this place. Perhaps during the day? Hmphh, we should have registered every one's chambers: such amount of holy water is not an easy thing to hide..."

Cromenon looked to the many empty seats, and around the chamber. He had his legs crossed and appeared calm.
"But... where are brothers Batholis and Azahul?" He said suspiciously.

And he hissed to Darkreaver:
"Yesternight I heard Batholis saying something about a.... "change of strategies", I think he said. Quite suspicious, eh? And Azahul... I said it before, but I'm becoming recently to find him... untrustworthy, do you know what I mean?"

He turned to Damek, who seemed to have his head on the clouds (so heavy was his thinking) and hissed him (though it wasn't necessary, because Darkreaver could hear and there were only those three + Draithon in the room):
"What are your thoughts, my brother? Who do you think...?"

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[Get of W'soran]

Damek nodded with a faint frown and looked at Darkweaver and then Cromenon

"You make sense friends...although I will admit I had planned on voting towards Batholis due to his vote against yourself...the same as Boorelius himself voted" admitted the Von Carstein.

With a shake of his head he sighed

"Saying that its possible, from such a major act of destruction as was commited on Alion, that two traitors still exist. What confuses me is why would Azahul, if a traitor, vote against Batholis if he is also a traitor?" murmered the vampire so the only these two could hear.

"Of course I see why you would suspect Azahul, Darkweaver..."

"Honestly...I shall wait to hear from some of the others here I guess before acting hastily...however" finished Damek glancing down the hall towards the room in which other other vampires resided.

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon nods slowly.

"Although Batholis and Azahul are Blood Dragon brothers, and I find quite disrespectful talking behind their backs, let's put an end to this."

Vote: Azahul

OOC: Of course, everything can be considered, however, I hope this encourage you the rest to post! :lol:

 

[Fodderboy]

"I find myself in agreement, Cromenon. I believe Azahul is one of the betrayers."

Vote: Azahul

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"I find myself in agreement, Cromenon."

Vote: Azahul

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek glances at the two in the room and shakes his head faintly
"Well I believe you both are loyal and so I trust your judgement....for I too have seen Azahul as a snake...a rat amongst us" murmered the von carstein

"Very well! I too cast my vote against him!"

Vote:Azahul

 

[Fodderboy]

"What confuses me is why would Azahul, if a traitor, vote against Batholis if he is also a traitor?"

"It is a standard doctrine of battle, Damek, to not reveal one's strategems to gain every possible advantaage. Normally one would not expect the traitors to vote against each other. However, to do so when there is little likelihood enough of the others voting with you achieves two things:
- People do not suspect you are in league
- It dillutes the vote, stalling the process of their removal, and gives them more time to work against us."

 

[Cromenon]

"The points raised by Darkreaver are correct" Cromenon said coldly.

He searched the chamber with his gaze and stood up:
"My, my! Where are these two!?" He walked towards the entrance of the chamber: "What the... ?"

He looked at the corridor but there was nothing, so he returned to his armchair.
"Although there already is a majority, I would like what Azahul himself have to say, what arguments will he use to defend himself..."

 

[Get of W'soran]

"Maybe..." muttered Damek looking unsure.

With a sigh he shrugged
"Where are those two?"

 

[Arion]

"The day has not yet come, so I shall postpone the execution, let us see what he has to say."

OOC: I will continue this for another day, to give him time for a defense.

 

[cripple]

Cromenon emerged from the hallway where he had been concealed as he listened to the proceedings. "I do not yet have any idea of how I should vote in this... I must admit, I have a hard time seeing how you see Azahul as a traitor... perhaps it would be wise to lay out your proof for all to see?