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Banner Lady
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At last the heat of the day was ebbing. Lady Bernardine took out her writing case and commenced the daily ritual of adding to the letter to her cousin, which would be sent whenever the opportune moment presented itself.
"Dear Madeleine,
I cannot begin to describe to you the awful day we've just had. I was up early to look at the carvings on the wall inside the entrance to the tomb of Senkhet III - for they are quite extraordinary. Imagine, if you will, a life-sized procession of art depicting the pharoah in his chariot and surrounded by the vanguard of his army. There were rows and rows of tall Nubian archers stretching back into the as yet unexcavated part of the mausoleum. Who knows what we may find in the rest of the procession as we go along. It is so very exciting.
I thought it very strange that Archie wasn't there, because he is always up and at work with the first light. He could not bear to waste one minute. Then, quelle horrere his assistant comes racing towards me screaming that the Lord Eenglish has been murdered most foully.
Of course I could not believe it. But alas, it was the truth. He has been taken from us; slain by a Nubian arrow! The camp is in complete upheaval now, and I do not know what may happen. Why only this afternoon some of those left took a set against Archie's old rival Professor McBride and tried to do away with him. Feelings are running very high, and we will all sleep uneasily if at all tonight. Pray for us, my dear.
I remain yours sincerely,
L__y B.Haighton-Chats_____y.
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Eliab
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Eli finishes the last meticulous entry in his ledger, deducting the cost of paper and ink and allowing himself a small grin at the few piastre profit from his Guidance Notes, and then casts his eyes around the camp in twilight. McCallum is getting one of the few remaining servants to pack up Lord Whisker's mortal remains, and Eli nods approvingly at the man's piety in arranging this last service for a family friend.
He considers whether he should contact a local undertaker and offer to help transport the body, but decides against it for the time being. In a few days time, it is more than likely that he will be in a position to offer them business in bulk, and to begin any negotiation for commission by introducing a perfectly good business contact to His Lordship's mad heathen son would be lunacy.
Eli checks the preparations he has inside his own tent. Cotton threads run along the inside, attached to alarm bells, and at the entrance, a rusty but still functional bear-trap is set, half-buried in the sand and concealed by a thin rug. Eli carefully moves a small table to partially block the way in, so that any intruder would step onto the rug, and...
He stops. And intruder would step past the table, onto the rug, have his shin bone painfully shattered between iron teeth, contract some hideous disease or desert-parasite, and ... sue. No good. A warning is required.
Eli carefully steps over the trap, and, taking up a paint-brush, writes solemn warning in English, Hebrew, French, Arabic and Coptic. He pauses again. Perhaps the killer, is, after all, not a visitor or modern Egyptian at all. Perhaps the only language they read is that written on the walls of the tomb itself.
But Eli neither understands hierogylphics himself, nor is willing to line the palm of some grasping gentile professor to learn a suitable warning. He stands indecisively for a moment. "How hard can it really be?" he asks himself. "Isn't it basically just picture writing?". The brush dips, and forms few stylised lines representing a priapic man and a receptive woman in close embrace. Next, the central tower of a fortification. Last, three wooden uprights with two horizontal top pieces in the process of being cast down by a sphere.
Satisfied that the meaning will be plain to all, Eli steps back over the rug and retires for the night.
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Imaginary Friend
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Montgomery McBride sat at on a fold-away chair at the put-up table in his tent, fretting. As glad as he was that he had escaped the clutches of the murderous mob (thank goodness for sanity!) he was anxious to go to the tomb and explore for himself. But was it safe? The Guardians of Senkhet were sure to be watching and presumably wouldn't be best pleased to have anyone snooping around.
But the prize that was on offer to the person who could view the tombs first! All that work, all that prestige! They would be the toast of the academic community for years to come. Job offers would be numerous, invitations to travel plentiful, and the financial rewards substantial. But these superstitious fools were about to ruin everything! How dare they stand in the way of the advancement of knowledge? How could they not understand?
He stood and walked to the other end of the tent to pour himself a brandy. He must wait. At least until daylight. No matter how hard it was, it was simply foolishness to venture into the tomb at this hour and in these circumstances. But it was so hard. So hard!
Half-a-bottle of brandy later, the professor drifted, ill-contentedly, into a stupor...
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Brian Clough
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El Greco
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Andrew had just finished praying the preyers to the Gods of the Underworld and began wondering why nobody has offered him a bottle of brandy to get them inside the excavations site. It felt so lonely in there since Lord Whisker was murdered. The old man might have had no idea about the power of the Gods, but he loved all things ancient and his company was much appreciated inside those dimly lit corridors and around those tranquil royal tombs.
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Ξέρω εγώ κάτι που μπορούσε, Καίσαρ, να σας σώσει.
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Dafyd
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Dai Mortal knew that some people did not have entire confidence in his sanity. He knew some people thought that, ever since that fateful excursion in the upper reaches of the Nile, he was a little cracked. But still, Dai knew better than to believe that a cat had voted. He was sane and sober enough to know that didn't happen.
He certainly wasn't going to get caught talking to the cat.
Night was falling. In an effort to put off the nightmares, Dai crept out to the ends of the columns that had been unearthed outside the tomb. It was as he feared. Just as in the cyclopean city of Esnesnon and in the squamous and deserted ruins of Hs'ibbur, the ratio of the circumference of the columns to their diameter was No Rational Number.
[ 22. October 2010, 19:02: Message edited by: Dafyd ]
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Ariston
Insane Unicorn
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As the sun sank beneath the horizon, Owain picked up his rifle and walked to the lonely western outskirts of the camp.
"At ease, seargent. Go and get yourself some rest."
The lieutenant found himself a small rock to sit on during the long watch, and took out the flask of extremely strong native tea he'd brought with him. In the last moments of light, he saw a shape moving towards him out of the shadows. He lifted his gun to his shoulder; a soft "click," and he took careful aim.
"Mrow?"
He lowered his weapon, and reached into his pack, whistling. The cat came over to him; this time, however, Owain was prepared. A little morsel from his own allotment was worth a bit of company...
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CuppaT
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The shadow moved closer to the lieutenant sitting on a rock and accepted the food with dignity. Descended from the Egyptian gods, revered by Pharaohs themselves, a pure black cat knew her place in the world indeed. Communication had never been a problem for any cat but the silliest of kittens. Simply by staring and concentrating the mind, a cat could make even the dullest of humans to understand.
Night was a cat's best time for thinking. Papagena was also glad for the company. It seemed safer somehow than wandering around alone. She had meandered around Camp Sarastro just getting out this far. She stared hard at Madoc: Did you see the writings and pictures on the one tent? What did you make of that? What do you think that one is trying to hide by all his warnings and writings? Most of the humans are keeping to themselves, writing or praying. You'd think they would eat together at least, or dig like most of the expeditioners, or something.
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Stand at the brink of the abyss of despair, and when you see that you cannot bear it any longer, draw back a little and have a cup of tea.
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Dafyd
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Dai woke up and sat upright with a gasp, something he had only seen people do in movies. When would the night end? This waiting around wondering whether someone was going to be killed was jarring to a chap's nerves. Oh for the morning.
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Herrick
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Craig Champion, meanwhile, sat upon a rock and admired Venus and the stars of early evening thinking on all that had passed recently.
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Wet Kipper
Circus Runaway
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tangent:
given that the rules originally posted by la vie en rouge stated:
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After that, night falls, those of you who have night actions tell me what they are, and the rest of you get a good night’s sleep. No posting to the thread during the night phase please.
I'm a bit suspicious of all those who have told us they've been moving around "tonight"
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la vie en rouge
Parisienne
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Morning breaks
Professor Champion has been murdered in retribution for his disturbance of the king's tomb. He was Hercule Poirot (detective).
Herrick tells me this is actually quite convenient for him, because real life has suddenly got extremely busy. Consequently he doesn't have time to write a death scene either, which I guess gives the rest of you free reign to decide how the Guardians of Senkhet did him in ![[Biased]](wink.gif)
Nominations will stay open for the next 48 hours or so.
As AR noticed last time, defence will run simultaneously.
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Eliab
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I intend to nominate Professor McBride.
I should say that I have no particular reason to think him guilty (or innocent), but nonetheless consider that lynching him is the best deal currently on offer in a very bad market.
My reasoning: McBride is either guilty or innocent. If he is guilty, then lynching him would be a good thing, and no further argument is required.
But he might be innocent. Why is it better to lynch him than anyone else who might (equally) be innocent? Because it tells us more. Our detective is dead. We will get no help in finding the guilty and clearing the innocent as I'd hoped we might. So it's down to us to wring as much information out of every vote as we can. Information is vital - it is our food, our water, our currency, our life. Everything we do from now on must be aimed at finding and testing and analysing knowledge. Otherwise we die.
Now yesterday's vote was pretty quickly made a contest between lynching McBride and doing nothing. Our Cultists would have liked McBride dead if (as we are assuming) he was innocent (they would rather lynch an innocent than risk a random vigilante slaying), but more than that they want to remain inconspicuous. So it is reasonable to conjecture that one at least voted for ‘no lynching'. Who?
Our pool is:
Professor McBride himself
Lady Bernadine
Papagena
Arsène Beauregard
Haji
Tavish McCallum
Hyacinth Smudgeson
This is the point:
Miss Smudgeson's vote was meaningless - the issue was decided, so of course she would vote in a way to avoid risking emnity regardless of her own interests. Arsène's was cast by proxy - we can't know when he made his decision and so we can't read much into it. Andrew (an effective 'no lyncher' voted for Rose under a claimed misapprehension). So the pool divides thus:
The first three voters, Professor McBride, Lady Bernadine, and Papagena, who started the run of ‘no lynching' and the two who voted when it mattered - when McBride was in serious danger - Haji and Tavish.
My observation is this. When Haji and Tavish voted, McBride had six votes. Rose was already safe, so it was him or no one. Voting for him was inconspicuous - there would be nothing suspicious in following a lead of six others, most of whom would be innocent. So if Haji or Tavish were cultists, and McBride not, they'd have sunk him. Or tried to. Much much better for them to see him dead than risk a vigilante taking a shot in the dark.
So it seems to be that if we lynch McBride AND he's guilty, we will have done well.
But if we lynch him and he's innocent, what we get in exchange for him is a pretty good indication that Haji and Tavish are innocent too, and (less certainly, but worth thinking about) we get a good lead on where the guilty ‘no lynchers' are. We slice the pool from seven to four. That's worth doing. It's a good deal. It's certainly better than any other random guess.
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Adam.
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Haji caught himself halfway through cursing and recited the 1st sura 70 times to make up for it. No vigilante, then: an expensively won piece of information. They definitely need to lynch someone this time, or else the guardians will run away with it.
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Imaginary Friend
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# 186
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Professor McBride cleared his throat and began to speak:
"I must start by assuring you all that I am absolutely innocent of any involvement with this ghastly group of outlaws who 'guard' the tomb in such a violent way. As much as Whiskers was my rival, I had no wish to see him dead and I currently mourn for him.
"As for my voting in the last round, that was pure self-preservation. Of course I don't want to be lynched (and you will all regret it if I am because I am a regular citizen in this town) but equally, I did not want to see anyone else hang who may or may not be innocent. So I did not want to vote for myself, I did not want to vote for Rose, and so I had but one choice open to me. As for the timing, I wanted to get in early to make my case (as I had slovenly forgotten to put forward a defense during the appropriate period) and also to try and build some momentum towards 'no lynching'.
"And then we come to the reasoning of the Mr Abrahams, which I must say is more conjecture and surmising than concrete logic: He assumes that the Guardians of Senkhet will have voted as a block. I see no reason why this should be true. It would make more sense for them to vote differently from each other so as to avoid suspicion of their grouping. If I were in their shoes, I would want to start off by trying to secure the lynching of an innocent (such as myself), but I would want to keep at least one of my votes for later in case it was necessary to throw the poll one way or the other. On that basis, I would suspect Mr Abrahams himself for casting the first vote for my lynching (under the guise of having to do something), Rose, and Lieutenant Madoc (who, incidentally was the person who nominated Rose). These three all seem very keen to bump people off without much evidence so I wonder if one or more of them are not behind the dastardly murders.
"Now it is clear that the sheer force of Mr Abrahams' personality means that he is the de facto leader in this place. From a political point of view it is therefore senseless to nominate him because that is a vote that I could not hope to win. But either Rose or Lieutenant Madoc (but probably not both, since it was the Lieutenant who nominated Rose in the last round) might well be guilty. So there is a decision to make: should someone nominate one or other of them, and if so, who?"
And with that, the Professor sat down and waited to see how the other members of the camp would respond.
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Sylvander
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quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
My observation is this. When Haji and Tavish voted, McBride had six votes. Rose was already safe, so it was him or no one. Voting for him was inconspicuous - there would be nothing suspicious in following a lead of six others, most of whom would be innocent. So if Haji or Tavish were cultists, and McBride not, they'd have sunk him.
Arsène, still upset about the murder of his only French-speaking interlocutor, apparently an incognito Belgian detective ("Trust the Belgians to mess up everything, rotten beer, rotten motorways and a detective who can't even protect himself," he thought in a mixture of regret and resentfulness), is not convinced.
Everybody knows that casting the decisive late vote(s) for the lynching of an (possibly) innocent does make you look suspicious indeed.
The Pharaonic Mafia have no hurry at this early point to make a move that could so much expose them.
Also they do not know about the existence or not of a vigilante. This early in the game the chances of a vigilante killing an innocent are statistically rather big. So "no lynching" leaves the Mafia with the option of the vigilante being overly trigger happy. Much better option than being the person seen by all to throw the noose around an innocent's neck. At a later stage this early action would soon be brought up again.
So the abstentions of Haji or Tavish are not particularly indicative of anything imho.
By contrast the fact that Eli Abrahams puts forward such an unconvincing claim of innocence for them is indicative. They may be innocent or not, that is not the point. The fact that his reasoning is so obviously nonsense seems very fishy to me.
As I dislike the smell of fish anyway I suggest we lynch Eli Abrahams .
Apart from the above, I have two reasons:
a) Having watched him in his earlier incarnations I have come to the conclusion that his mere verbosity is such that when he is guilty he can fool too many people with a smokescreen of detailed claims and statements. Most people are too lazy or too busy to check all his claims in detail or think them through for logical consistency. Others who do try to follow their garbled reasoning and find them not adding up, think it is their own fault (a common mistake in my experience).
So, when guilty, he is dangerous.
By contrast when he is innocent the very same verbosity is usually useless because his equally verbose contributions are usually so zwürbly and würschtlingly confusing-round-the-corner that they either don't help much at all or they are just a complicated way to state something plainly obvious.
b) I suspect the psychology of our Red Cat Godhead, who distributes each earthling in the Valley of the Kings his role, is such that she would not voluntarily relinquish power she has been invested with in favour of throwing dice. In other words: I suspect our roles this time have not been randomly allocated (I hope that I have not over-read some post where the opposite is stated, as was the case in previous games). I could see Lady-God-Cat-in-Red giving Mr Eli Abrahams a Mafia role (or the "switcher" role) just for the fun of watching him play it.
I admit that b) is rather a side argument and admittedly speculation (not least because the same speculation could mean he was allocated some other specialist role, that is a risk).
My main suspicion rests on his illogical claim re the innocence of Haji and Tavish.
And with this Arsène Beauregard withdraws into his tent for a little nap.
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Sylvander
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quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
No vigilante, then: an expensively won piece of information.
Can you clarify how you came to this conclusion, please?
We only know a vigilante did not strike last night. But that may be bc he does not exist or because he chose not to take a shot in the dark. So we are none the wiser, are we?
Or did I miss something?
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Adam.
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quote:
Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
You should all have your PMs by now – let me know if any problems. As usual the roles have been distributed at random by Mr. Excel.
The red cat god is clearly fictional superstition, but that's what she said (even though she doesn't exist). Einstein was wrong -- Allah does play dice. So, that's one reason for suspecting Eli down. Your other reasons are that he talks to much and you find his reasoning faulty. These are not reasons to lynch: if he talks too much and is guilty at some point he'll say something not faulty but incriminating. This has certainly not happened yet.
Given the choice between McBride, Eli and no lynching and no additional arguments beyond what have already been offered, I'd vote McBride.
As for the existence or non-existence of a vigilante, I guess I should have been more precise: there's no vigilante who's prepared to use their powers in a way that I'd want them to, so I might as well ignore them.
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Eliab
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quote:
Originally posted by Imaginary Friend:
"And then we come to the reasoning of the Mr Abrahams, which I must say is more conjecture and surmising than concrete logic: He assumes that the Guardians of Senkhet will have voted as a block.
Where is it that I assume this?
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Originally posted by Sylvander:
Everybody knows that casting the decisive late vote(s) for the lynching of an (possibly) innocent does make you look suspicious indeed.
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"no lynching" leaves the Mafia with the option of the vigilante being overly trigger happy. Much better option than being the person seen by all to throw the noose around an innocent's neck.
Which would refute my argument only if either Haji's or Tavish's vote would have been enough to seal the Professor's fate. It wouldn't. When each of them voted, two more votes were required. Either of them could have voted to kill him, and made his demise much more likely, without being the noose-thrower.
See it from Tavish's point of view (because it's simpler, though the same logic applies to Haji):
You are guilty (let us assume). McBride is innocent (likewise). You want him dead. If you vote ‘no', then he lives, and a vigilante (if there is one) has at least a one-in-five chance of chance of killing you or a fellow guardian (even higher if you count a defector as one of you). Or you can vote ‘yes', leave it up to Miss Smudgeson to take the irrevocable step of condemning him (or facing the responsibility of letting him live) and without any suspicion increase the likelihood of seeing him dead. Why wouldn't you?
Hence if McBride is innocent, so's Tavish. So's Haji. And since it is almost certainly right that not all the guilty voted the same way, we end up with (very likely) one or two cultists in a pool of four, which is considerably better odds than three in a pool of thirteen. Now as a member of that pool of four, I appreciate that you might not welcome that as much as I do, but that doesn't stop this being the best deal on the table. Trust me to know when to take a good deal.
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Seth was slightly relieved when the people voted for no lynching. He hadn't liked the idea of lynching someone at first but thought it might be good to take a risk. However when the news of the death of Mr Champion reached him, and that this person was a detective, he started to tremble in fear. With a detective gone he knew that there may very well be a lot more holes in the desert and not all of them to be filled with guilty people.
No lynching didn't seem like a great option this time around. Seth felt a risk was definitely necessary now that the detective was gone. The people sitting on their hands wasn't going to help anyone except the brutal killers. Seth knew he had to make an informed choice of some kind, which might prove a little difficult. However, although he knew his reasoning may be slightly flawed (and hoped the others might point out such a flaw) he thought Hyacinth Smudgeson acted very suspiciously. She voted for no lynching (one of the killers must have voted no lynching to avoid suspicion), but Ms Smudgeson's vote was cast after she knew the result - almost like an afterthought as if to avoid further suspicion and hoping nobody would notice. Seth felt it best to lynch Hyancinth Smudgeson
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Dafyd
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So Hercule Poirot has been killed. That's not good.
People seemed to have congregated outside Eli Abraham's tent. Dai sat down among them on a handy stool clutching a double scotch. He apologised to Tavish for not remembering the injunction about talking at night, and resolved to mend his ways in future.
I rather agree with M. Beauregarde on the subject of the vigilante - all we know about the vigilante is that if they exist they don't like bumping off people at random. On the whole, I'm inclined to think that the vigilante is right to think like that. If you lynch an innocent you know you voted for them. If the vigilante kills an innocent, all you learn is the innocent's role.
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El Greco
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Andrew wore his hieratic robe. He put on the diadem of Ra, grabbed the stick of knowledge and headed to the local agora.
"Behold the power of Ra the Great and Only", he said. Everybody looked at him in surprise. He sure had their attention.
"Sons of the Northern and Alien Lands!
There are murderers in your midst!" the high-priest declared.
"I will explain to you why the late lord Whisker and Professor Champion were brutally murdered.
It was not for power over creation. It was not in servitude to the Gods. It was not because the Great Ra, or the almost-as-Great Senkhet demanded it. No. It was because of mere gold.
Who would have thought that a solid metal would ignite such hatred in the hearts of men as to kill the innocents to acquire it. I mean, it's yellow and it shines. But other things are yellow and shining too, yet people don't kill for them, do they?
Gold, because it comes from the Goddess Sakh, it has a strange attribute. It can drive people mad! That's why some people crave gold above everything else.
What has the maddening Goddess Sakh to do with us, you will ask. Everything!
As the excavations were taking place, we discovered the rubbish of Foth, which we thought to be a pile of rocks, but it turned out it's something equally useless. It's a pile of gold. A large, a gigantic, a gargantuan pile of gold!
This information soon leaked. The workers could not keep their mouths shut. Maddened by the power of the Goddess, they informed the local mafia about the discovery of the gold. And the mafia killed two great scholars to acquire a yellow shining thing. Tons of that yellow shining thing, to be exact.
What do we do know?
I tried alchemy to turn that yellow thing go green, but then I remembered the Green Fever, green paper evokes in the unlearned. I tried to turn the shining thing into water, but then it occurred to me that that would overflow the Nile, and we don't want that, do we? Last time such an amount of gold was turned onto water by our great ancestor Noah, it didn't go that well.
Then I tried to turn it into thin air, but I could not succeed. All the scrolls spoke about turning thin air into gold, and they had little information about the opposite procedure.
So, desperate as I see all I love go to the Underworld, I beseech you: Give me time to find the glasses of Ra. It is this great artifact, this great religious object, that this excavation is really all about. It is said in the ancient hieroglyphics of the City of the Dead, that the glasses of Ra, the first glasses ever made on the planet, which Ra the Ancient used when he came on earth because he had myopia, are to be found inside this excavation site. It's either here, or in Norway, the hieroglyphics aren't very exact.
When I find the glasses, I will put them on. And then we will be safe.
It's very easy really. So, please try not to kill yourselves and not be killed, while I am looking for the glasses of Ra in the catacombs. The hieroglyphics of the Necropolis say that when a person of great affinity to the Gods wears them, he can see right into the character of each person. So, when we find them out, we will know who belongs to the mafia, and we can turn them to the police. We will also know who slept with Tiger Woods, and if Obama is the Antichrist.
It is because of this great task that I beseech your help.
And if we survive through the dangers, I will offer to all those that helped me find the glasses, a beetle of Jes! As you all know, the beetles of Jes, which are very rare, by the way, are incarnations of very beautiful women. You only have to touch the beetle in a specific way, and it will turn into a 300 kilo Egyptian beauty to do as you please."
Andrew finished his speech, rendering everyone speechless, and descended into the catacombs. From his pockets buzzed the beetles of Jes.
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gold...it's yellow and it shines...Gold...crave gold...a pile of gold. A large, a gigantic, a gargantuan pile of gold!...gold...a yellow shining thing. Tons of that yellow shining thing...such an amount of gold...turning thin air into gold...300 kilos of beautiful Egyptian gold
Eli closes his mouth and hurriedly wipes the saliva from his beard. He wasn't sure he had heard the last bit right, but as for the rest ... well, that had to be worth a bit of a risk. And it didn't seem as if the Whisker boy was interested in taking his share. Maybe if he could be persuaded that he had turned the gold to stone, and stone to dust, and dust to nought at all, as the English poet put it, maybe if EVERYONE could be persuaded that he had done so...
Eli sighs. Focus. Solve the puzzle. Solve the murders. The gold is for later. The gold is there just to let you know who's won...
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Lady Bernadine was troubled. Perhaps it was the faint chanting that could be heard amidst the sand flurries. Perhaps it was the distinct smell of opium being smoked in one of the tents near hers overnight. Perhaps it was the plaintive meowing of a hungry cat, or the fact that people around her still seemed to want to kill each other.
But no; this was far more serious, because it was about money. She put down her copy of Ha-Mesheq Ha-Shittufi and frowned. Yes, that's what it was. The Jew had offered her an introduction to a lawyer for a five pound coin. Five pounds was more than a year's wages for the Egyptian labourers at the dig site. Either he was a ruddy good lawyer- or else....
She went off to get a cup of tea from Miss Smudgeson, taking a deliberate detour past the tent of Eli. She looked carefully at the picture writing across the front of his tent. She wasn't sure, but for all the world it seemed to be saying: "Screw the English".
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Owain woke up long past midday; keeping watch from dusk until dawn makes one a wee bit tired. Plus, it wasn't like the army was doing much of use during the day; the enemies outside the camp weren't causing much of a fuss, and those inside of it were bright enough to wait until night to do anything.
The local and imported crazies, however, weren't quite so bright. Shouting from the rooftops about tons of gold in a cast-off dressing gown wasn't making his job any easier; apparently, at least one of his men had had to use rough words with the local fast-talking junk merchant. Sometimes, it really did seem as if talking to the cat was the most sane option.
"Lieutenent Davies! Where in this sand Hell have you been?"
Oh no. The Captain again.
"Anything new, sir?"
"Another arcaeologist's been murdered-or disappeared without a trace! One day he's here, the next, nothing."
Well this was certainly news. Apparently, several members of the camp were already making accusations; Owain thought it wise to watch things develop for a little bit before accusing anyone on substantive grounds. There was no need for a random accusation this time; he was quite content to let Hajii continue his prayers and Mr. Seth tend to his camels.
For now.
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As she busied herself with little urn (oh, how she used to love watching the Two Ronnies back in her youth), heating up a goodly supply of real old English tea for the day ahead, Miss Smudgeson was shocked by the sideways glances of one of the people nearby. She had hardly been in the camp for two minutes and yet she appeared to have made an enemy. She had been far too busy with her endless task of getting the sandgrains out of the sugar to really get to know her new neighbours, apart, of course, from that lovely lady Rose who was such a frequent frequenter of her teatent.
Still, the teatent was indeed the place to glean snippets of local knowledge and her customers certainly provided plenty of gossip one way or another. An affair here, an argument there, secrets and suspicions aplenty after the murder of that archaeologist.
But what was this? Another murder? Of a detective, no less? And she herself accused of it? She was not sure whether it made it better or worse that she was being accused by that scruffy desert fellow who smelled of camels. The insolence of the man!
Miss Smudgeson straightened her pinny, dusting the sand out of the apron pocket. No, there was no use worrying about random accusations when there was work to be done and thirsty people to supply with her reviving brew. She would just have to listen more carefully to the talk around the urn and see if she could find out any information which might lead to the true killers. The sooner they were rooted out, the better.
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Originally posted by Hart:
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Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
You should all have your PMs by now – let me know if any problems. As usual the roles have been distributed at random by Mr. Excel.
The red cat god is clearly fictional superstition, but that's what she said (even though she doesn't exist). Einstein was wrong -- Allah does play dice.
Thank you, Sir. Arsène stands corrected. He is a hasty reader (nothing new there). Now he will muse upon a non-existent Red Cat who can speak (or is it "which", even in case of a goddess cat? What a language!).
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Question to the Red Cat Goddess:
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Professor Champion has been murdered in retribution for his disturbance of the king's tomb. [...] which I guess gives the rest of you free reign to decide how the Guardians of Senkhet did him in
Can we take it from the above that this is a confirmed Guardians of Senkhet killing? Because it might be possible that, if the Guardians either unaccountably chose not to kill (which has happened in at least one previous game) or (more likely) were thwarted by a doctor, this was a vigilante slaying.
But the description appears to rule this out. Was that intended?
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Originally posted by Eliab:
Question to the Red Cat Goddess:
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Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
Professor Champion has been murdered in retribution for his disturbance of the king's tomb. [...] which I guess gives the rest of you free reign to decide how the Guardians of Senkhet did him in
Can we take it from the above that this is a confirmed Guardians of Senkhet killing? Because it might be possible that, if the Guardians either unaccountably chose not to kill (which has happened in at least one previous game) or (more likely) were thwarted by a doctor, this was a vigilante slaying.
But the description appears to rule this out. Was that intended?
Yes, Professor Champion was murdered by the Guardians. Herrick just doesn't have time to write a death scene.
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"Dear Madeleine,
There has been another lamentable and foul death, and Archie not even cold yet in his coffin. I did not know the man killed, for he was a Belgian detective trying to masquerade as a British Professor - obviously not a master of disguise, for it cost him his life.
Such a callous murder does make me tremble. He had gone up to the tomb to speak with Lord Whisker's son (I really can't bring myself to call him the new Lord Whisker, for he fancies himself as a high priest of the Old Kingdom - opium does such awful things to the mind here), and there he met a terrible end.
Some of the workers here are whispering that it was the curse of Senkhet, and some that it was the work of Jes; others say it was Ra himself. There is talk of scarabs and sphinxes, sickle swords and ceremonial spears - rumours are flying faster than fear itself.
The authorities are refusing to allow any of us to leave while they investigate. I am sleeping with a pistol under my pillow for my own personal protection. It will be a miracle if the dig proceeds much further now. Pray for me.
Y____rs etc,
L_____y B. Haighton Chats______y "
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I am persuaded by Eli Abraham's (Eliab's) reasoning nominating Professor McBride (Imaginary Friend), although the nomination of Miss Hyacinth Smudgeson (Smudgie) is an interesting one. Is voting last an inconspicuous enough place for the Mafia to hide out?
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The voting last suggestion is interesting. Of course, one can't dismiss the possibility that she was just busy with her copious tea duties. She wasn't late, just last. If someone was trying to remain inconspicuous, waiting till the end to vote would seem a dangerous strategy: you might be able to make an inconsequential vote, but you might be forced to cast the deciding vote. My vote's still against McBride, but I like that people are making new arguments. In a marketplace of ideas, the truth will out.
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On more thinking, I'm not so sure of Eliab's proposal that if McBride is innocent, then Tavish is innocent. This is because I can well see some of the Guardians voting "no lynching" in the middle of the pack, in order to set up protective coloration for later in the game. "Look, I can't be a Guardian, I didn't vote to lynch an innocent."
On the other hand, I suspect Hart (along with Eliab) is not a Guardian, based on his offering of cogent reasoning about what the non-Guardians should do.
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[OOC: I'm probably in Court all day today and then away from this evening until Sunday. You are spared my verbosity. Proxy vote instructions sent.]
Defence: I'm a mason. You will know this because no real mason will contradict my claim.
If you suspect that I'm lying and taking the chance that there aren't ANY masons, you can relax with the knowledge that I cannot possible sustain that lie to the end game because if no masons are ever killed, it'll look like there are none.
The doctor should be protecting me, as (I hope) he or she was before. We are going to win this if you do what I advise.
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Right, that'll do.
Nominations closed; voting opens.
You may vote for:
- Professor McBride (Imaginary Friend), nominated by Eli Abrahams (Eliab)
- Eli Abrahams (Eliab), nominated by Arsène Beauregard (Sylvander)
- Hyacinth Smudgeson nominated by Mr Seth (fletcher christian)
- No lynching
With thirteen people still alive, seven votes are required to secure a lynching.
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"Ah. The Masons. A nice club that was once very influenced by the Egyptian Gods. But when they decided to opt for a monotheistic-friendly approach, the Gods abandoned them, and they lost their power. Today they mostly play with swords and wear skirts. Weirdos."
"Professor McBride, a Mason has nominated you. What do you have to say in your defense?" said the high priest, wearing his nice white robe, fondling the ring of wrath.
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Message from Amun-Rouge-Ra the red cat goddess*:
Eli Abrahams (who I would have expected to be a Jewish monotheist and consequently not inclined to praying to me, but there you go - I'll take devotion where I can get it) has made his imprecation unto me and wishes that a vote for Professor McBride may issue from the mouth of the oracle.
*How and why I've turned into a cat is rather unclear to me. I'm quite pleased with the progression from mere oracle to goddess tho ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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Arsène shifts his bonnet back to his right ear and the pipe to the left corner of his mouth (for balance). Much as he cannot deny that he is an ardent admirer of divine female beauty he cannot help but feel that goddesses are like cats in their somewhat ego-centric outlook on life.
"You've been made a cat-goddess, dear, no one will deny your shapely limbs, elegant stride, shiny hair and intriguing eyes," he mumbles, "but please do not focus on the latter part of your new identity only ![[Snigger]](graemlins/snigger.gif) ." In Egypt the goddess-thingy only derives from the cat-ness. Arsène was actually quite amused by the idea that God was a cat. It went well with modern Western churches which had turned god into a kind of fluffy consolation-toy for all those in need of a spiritual cuddle.
As for the un-cuddly lynching business he was undecided. He felt it his duty to vote for whom he had nominated but of course was anything but sure he was after the right man.
He agreed with his suspect that lynching was important and no action was worse than wrong action. Thus voting differently from the first voter so early on would increase the risk of having a hung vote (and thus a not-hung player). Which was no fun and very bad.
In this vein he wished to point out for the record that if one of the two first nominees (McBride or Eli Abrahams) was guilty it would be in the interest of the Guardians to nominate another player - split votes make lynchings less likely. So the nomination of Hyacinth Smudgeson by Mr Seth ought to be remembered.
Arsène was sure he would vote for Hyacinth as third choice only. Tea was the only part of Brit cuisine he liked and she was the only member of the English party whom he had met before. Long ago before he came to the desert, in a place called IRL.
Eli's mason claim was a new twist. Truth? Or a cunning or perhaps even a desperate lie?
Beauregard wondered whether the other masons could confirm it? What did they stand to lose? The wicked Guardians might go after them by night - unpleasant for the individual but not so much for their team. The Guardians would lose precious time in the process of killing masons, time they could not use to kill doctors or possible other detectives. Plus they might hit and find a mason protected by the doctor who after all would know as much as they do. This perhaps-mason in fact called to be protected.
They could on the other hand do the opposite and leave the masons alone, killing others - but that would still leave the honest citizens a higher likelihood of lynching evil Guardians by excluding the masons from their anger.
So Arsène, uncertain which way the general mood wouild go, felt that since he had nominated someone, thus declaring himself, he need not be among the first to vote.
Hart seemed independently have come to a similar conclusion re Eli Abrahams as he had but it was unclear how the others thought. If towards the end the votes were split he'd rather top one of the two others canidates than nobody at all.
Thus he procrastinated, also to give the other masons time and chance to come clear and support Eli's claim. He thought this would help the honest folk more than the vicious.
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"Professor McBride, a Mason has nominated you. What do you have to say in your defense?" said the high priest, wearing his nice white robe, fondling the ring of wrath.
"I would say that I don't know if I'm allowed to continue my defense now that we are in the voting phase, and that I would find it helpful for those that set the rules to provide some guidance" replied the professor.
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Seth sat on the dunes watching the wind scatter grains of sand and waited for further news
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While the high priest was chanting, he was granted a vision of the Great Ra.
Apparently the Only One was being busy running the world, but at some point a memo dropped from the Throne of His Greatness (a very down-to-earth throne, by the way, if you compare it to the thrones some other deities have) which contained some divine thoughts on the issue that troubled the high priest.
"Be careful lest *spit* Eli Abrahams *spit* is a *spit* mobster *spit*. He could be acting out of an elaborate plan to out the true masons so that his clan could execute those who were really valuable for the community. If the masons made themselves known so that they could disprove Eli's claim that he was one of them, then Eli's identity would be uncovered, but at an important toll.
When the mafia gets to know who the masons are, then they could focus on the rest, the non-mafia non-masons crowd, so they will get rid of the valuable members the Great Ra had forethought to send among you."
The high priest felt enlightened by the wisdom of the Great One. He was going to return to earth and warn his friends when, as he bowed before the Greatest of the Great, and the Only of the Ones, he saw another memo dropping from the throne. Trembling, he took the parchment, and started to read the hieroglyphics.
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Dai noticed a couple of people procrastinating. Well, he could sympathise. Up to a point. He voted for Professor McBride.
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Andrew didn't know that while he was in ecstasy his lips were speaking the words of the Gods to all who could hear.
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Haji placed his stone in the urn, and then realized this wasn't how this particular species of infidel voted. He concentrated, put on his best impression of their 'bold' voice, and proclaimed, "Professor McBride."
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Well, thought Lady B, the Welsh sergeant and the camelteer are at least consistent; they have both voted for McBride again.
Poor Professor McBride: first round he was nominated by Rose (interesting that she didn't counter accuse her own nominator) and this round by Eli, who openly claims to be a mason.
Lady B. had no particular liking for Archie's rival, so she went and looked at the drawings on Eli's tent again. Yes, she was certain that after the copulating couple, there was a towering cricket bat, wicketstand and ball descending to smash them.
Eli Abraham I am voting for you because this is such awful graffitti. That tent must go.
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Seth was shocked at Eli's sudden revelation. Could it be a trick? Was this a murderer in disguise? Seth was even more confused, having already spread word on the winds of the desert that Hyacinth might be one to watch. But Seth knew this was now the season of great risk, and Eli did seem to know something other people didn't. Seth, with a sense of trepidation, votes to lynch Professor McBride
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Tavish sighed deeply when he heard the news about the detective. There seemed to be a common theme occuring here. First Big Whiskers, then the mustachio'd detective. Looked like the next one to fall might be him - or, he chuckled, that cat that seems to run around here like she owns the place.
Drastic action was called for.
He grabbed a knife.
and slowly hacked away at the bristles under his own nose.
Sure, it was an unorthodox way of trying to protect yerself, but no better, in his opinion, than all these back and forths of logic and argument which were nippin' his heid, or the crazy god-talk of some other folk.
time to fight back, and not take this lying down.
He was going to join in the calls for a lynching of Professor McBride. If for no better reason than feeling uncomfortable around an Englishman with a Scottish name. That, and the man's open dislike for Archie.
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Lieutenant Madoc decided that it was time to outhink his enemy by being his enemy. He remembered seeing a carving near the tomb entrance of some of Senekhet's soldiers; as his mind wandered in a half-waking, half-dreaming trance, he transformed from Lieutenant Owain Dafyd Rhys Madoc of the South Welch Borderers to . . . well, he couldn't pronounce any of these names, but, with that splendid armor, it didn't really matter. Of course, with the weight of all the gold he was wearing, he didn't see how he could murder anyone (smother them to death?), but he sure did look impressive.
Captain Rhys-ho-tep, the immortal guard of Senekhet's tomb, looked over his three mortal servants. What would their master's bidding be? He briefly flirted with the idea of ordering them to eliminate the so-called "captain" of the foreign army that had invaded his homeland, but quickly saw that, really, the dashing young lieutenant with good ideas, a penchant for action, and a smashing moustache would make a better target. Far better to eliminate those camp members who were busy thinking and acting, rather than the ineffectual bumblers.
Rhys-ho-tep saw that the job of his agents was not primarily to kill the invaders, but rather to outlast them, evading detection until, by a gradual process, they found themselves consigned to the shifting sands. If his asassins were too overt, they would be lynched, which would not only reduce their numbers, but give the invaders extra room for error (the fewer Guardians, the fewer camp members that needed to survive for their own victory), in addition to possibly giving evidence implicating the other members of their company. Though large numbers of killings would lead to fewer days passing, and thus fewer chances to execute his soldiers, this consideration had to be weighed agains the need for secrecy and stealth.
Thus, a balance needed to be found: how to maximize offensive capibility (number of camp members killed) within the confines of a need for secrecy.
The captain saw that forming a voting bloc would be suspicious; there was no way he could allow all of his agents to vote the same way. How, then, ought they be split? Should two vote to lynch, one to aquit, or vice-versa? Aquittal certainly seemed to be a less suspicion-gathering option--but what if two votes, rather than just one, meant the difference between life or death for an innocent? Rhys-ho-tep thought about the vigialante once thought to be in the camp, who acted only if nobody was lynched. With either result, two people died--one by his orders, the other from within the camp. The only difference was whether the camp killing was directed by a single actor, striking at more-or-less random, or by a vote of the entire camp. The chance of a single asassin striking any of his agents was low--30%, assuming 3 Guardians, 1 asassin, and 7 others--and likely to be outweighed by remaining under cover of secrecy. Thus, the best option, assuming the possible existence of a vigilante (as many had done), was to have two of his agents vote against a lynching, one vote for someone to die.
Lieutenant Madoc returned to himself. If his Egyptian self was correct, there were two Guardians among those who voted against a lynching, and one among those who voted for either McBride or Rose. Finding two Guardians among seven seemed like better odds than one among seven. Thus, it seemed prudent to vote for someone who voted against lynching.
There was only one such nominee availible for Madoc's vote--Professor McBride.
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"I would like to cast my vote for Eli Abrahams," said Professor McBride.
"This is based on the fact that he is ignoring all reason in concocting his false and defamatory accusations against me. This (naturally) makes me suspicious of his motives and therefore I wish to see whether he is in fact the Mason that claims to be.
"And lastly, if you decide to kill me then that is all well and good. Chances are that my career is over and I have nothing else to live for. But you will all be sorry when I am revealed as the citizen that I am."
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I vote to lynch Professor McBride.
Also I think it's premature for the other Masons to reveal themselves. Better to keep the Guardians guessing than to give them some known beneficial targets.
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