Vahktang

Why the heck did the wolves take me?

I initiated the Napheen hanging.

I was doing their job for them.

Pooh.

 

Ah well.

Moses waits in the darkness, wondering what the next surprise will bring.

He hates surprises.

Funny.

We usually hang the Seer on the first round.

Moses is in his dark, deep dungeon.

No light illuminates the fanciful and pleasent wall paintings.

Nothing shines on the many entertaining games or the scrolls with vast and secret knowledge.

'All I said was 'defend yourself'.

'I didn't mean anything to actually happen.

'I thought she would, or, -

...

'I don't know.

In the dark he moves to a musical instrument, finding it surely, being very familiar with his habitation, even in the dark.

He begins to play a haunting melody, something that an outsider would call imagination, or just the wind.

<lol> Thats brilliant Vahktang... Tomb Raiders indeed.

 

From a Mummy's point of view that Lara Croft woman is a nasty piece of work.

And

Vahktang: *rofl*

Thank you.

Don't know what it was, but something Lady Celes wrote inspired me.

Glad you liked it.

OOC: I guess this is one where everyone is having so much fun that nobody votes.

Well, time to become a target again and be the first to vote.

 

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Moses sits and thinks.

As the forces that keep his mummifed remains moving also keep the ancient wooden chair from collapsing under his weight.

"Something has changed," he speaks.

"And with change comes chaos.

"We were right to resist it.

"With chaos about there was no telling who to suspect.

...

"Even one trusted with the Pharoh's children.

"One like this would be above reproach, even above a guard.

"Napheen.

"I bring suspicion upon you. Defend yourself."

 

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OOC: I accuse Napheen

"Tomb Raiders," says Moses.

"Even in our time of first life they existed, scorning the warnings and punishments.

"Recently I had a dream of one, a single person, a woman, she wore shorts and a top that left her arms bare, and she carried two weapons, short metal wands that spat death at all that threatened her. Pray that is only a dream and that she is not real and robbing our tomb."

"We must protect ourselves. This is not a matter just for the guards, it is a matter for us all.

"The question is: how to best do so."

Moses stalks the chamber, on the periphery.

He never felt quite as welcomed by the others as he felt he should have.

Certainly, everyone was courtly, amost friendly, but not close.

It was all his time in the hinterlands and over the border, and the Two Kingdoms normal paranoia and xenophobia.

Anything foreign...

 

The Pharoh himself held him in respect and trusted his counsel on otherwordly, uh, international matters.

But the last time they had talked had been...when?

 

Ah well, nothing to be done except wait.

 

He sits, watches, waits.

I imagine this will be, as usual, the OOC thread for the current WW game.

In that case:

Baner: Will erase the marks made by traitors, saving a mummy's unlife. If he chooses to mark a Werewolves' tomb, no killing as well.

Good device.

 

Vahktang: Moses - Israël Ambassador

Just to make is sure, I am the ambassador _to_ the shemites of palestine and the levant.

Not from there myself, but I know the language, customs, how to work with them and make them work.

 

heteroclite

Had to look it up.

One of the things I like about this site.

"Deviating from ordinary forms or rules; irregular; anomalous; abnormal."

 

Question: the pharoh's tomb itself will never be in any danger, right?

 

He had faced many a foe on the battlefield and saved the Pharoh's life twice from assassins, but he lacked the corage to tell Nahrathi how he felt. With a sigh, he goes back to watching the dancers.

Daaang, that's good.

She conjures 50 Archangels and instruct them to defend the weakened group from the evil spirit magic.

Didn't know there even _were_ 50 archangels.

"Did we get it?"

Vahktang lifts the cold wand and blows over the tip, eliciting a 'smoke' effect that looks way kewl.

"Yep," he drawls, "looks like we got the varmint."

 

He looks towards the tunnel certain that it is now just a tunnel, not a long, dark, terribly scary thing.

 

He stops and looks around.

 

"Anybody see what happened to the amulet?"

"Vahk, use your amulet... try to hit the Spirit with it. I want to bait him into the material plane."

"Hit it with my hand???

"Big, ugly, dangerous, possessing spirit thing you want me to hit it?

"Isn't that like 'go into the light', generally bad advice if you want to stay on this side?"

 

At Tanny's serious look, he turns back, and does what she wants.

 

Screaming in pain and rage, the Spirit materializes completely, flinging the Amulet away.

Vahktang jumps after it, his only hope for protection, or a chance to participate.

 

"Your turn, Gnarlitch. Take it down."

Incidently I believe that some of you, Vahktang?, may be operating under the notion that the spirit is currently possessing someone.

Yep, that was me.

The ignorant guy with no magic skills or experience trying to do the best I can.

Hope it doesn't kill anyone.

an incorporeal being can't interact physically with the material plane; to be able to do so, it must become corporeal, right? (Basic DnD rules).

Ah, the idea that 'if it can hit me, I can hit it'.

But an experienced or powerful creature can become partially incorpereal. The parts that hit you are corporeal, the parts that you try to hit aren't.

Vahktang appears on the screen. 

He looks back to where the camera would be and waves at it.

Several people wave back, then catch themselves.

"I can't remember who, but said you know something about stopping things like that", Gryphon indicates where Tanny is holding the Spirit of the Curse in a tight shield. "Can you help her stop that thing? And if you know anyone else that might be able to help, let me know. I can try to bring in one or two more"

"You got it big guy."

Vahktang takes the amulet from underneath the vest in his suit. It is not small, much like a large cameo. He opens it up, looks at the held figure, taps in some letters on the amulet, closes it, then appoaches Gwaihir.

"The Idea is that if this thing protected me from it, if I put it on a person possessed it should protect them from it. And if I worded the protection correctly, contain it in the amulet. It's very powerful."

He inhales, mentally girds his loins, then steps next to the entranced figure.

"Step back, I don't know exactly what will happen."

In clumsy motions, Vahktang lifts the amulet, kisses it, removes it from his self, then drops it around Gwaihir's neck.

He then stands back and waits.

Waiting to be teleported...

"Well, I have no skill in magic, only at breaking things and being sneaky. I could pulp his head for you?  "

"Wow. He almost looks series about this."

Vahktang looks at the other viewers when Gnarlitch says this on screen, sees their somber looks, their sober faces.

"No, this is all part of the joke, right?

"Good special effects, fabulous acting ability?"

Vahktang looks at the faces and sees that life and death are really appearing on the screen.

"Shit. Someone get me over there."

"What can you do? You have no powers," says one.

"Help. Pray.

"No, wait. More than that.

"I have a plan."

Vahktang sits down in the overstuffed chair and watches the TV, his drink not a drop spilled, his other hand occupied with a plate of munchies.

He'd heard of a 1000 inch TV, but, only in a song.

He watched the happenings in the haunted house.

But was prevented from cheering or influencing things.

"Dang. Here I am a politician with no influence. Just like-"

"Shhhh," one of the other watchers said.

I leave for the weekend and now I'm dead.

Well, one more wolf and seer is still alive.

Hope there is, still.

 

Good hunting.

 

More later,

 

Vahktang

Vahktang gets a feeling.

A familiar feeling.

He remembers everything he recently ingested.

He looks around at the assorted, then outside the room.

"Umh, 'scuse me."

And begins to exit the room.

"Where ya going," someone calls.

"Use the euphemism," he calls, then heads upstairs.

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OOC: C'mon. haunted house, let's explore.

And how are the wolves supposed to get us if we stay bunched together?

I read that in one of the threads. The Mod (or someone) wants us to separate.

"There are three people here who, who, uh, help me out here."

 

Finnius glances back, grinning sardonically.

 

"There are three people here who, unwittingly or not, are trying to hurt the rest of us? Well, we should make that two now, shouldn't we?"

 

"Are you making fun of me, blue guy?

"Was that a 'sardonic' look?

"I'm going back to library to find a dictionary."

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OOC: A vote for Finnius.

'Cause he looked at me funny.

Tanny: You can decide by roleplay with whom you're friend with. But you all know each other since you were part of the Pharoh's entourage.

 

Vahktang: One name please.

I do have one name.

Moses.

Bubba Ho Tep was a joke.

It's (all together now) From A Movie.

 

I am an advisor.

I had a special in with foreigners.

It was suggested that I gonna get lynched first in any game I play now.

 

I got lynched first round so many times I brought up the 'You'll be sorry' gambit. (Since banned here in themightypen.)

 

(OOC: Couldn't thought Cryptomancer was a Werewolf in both this game and the Mafia one.  )

Got bit by that one more than once.

"How disturbing" comments Gwaihir and turns to walk out...promptly running into the door. Now he has a new reason to rub his forehead and a new bruise, but it's the wolfiness of Cryptomancer that alarms him most.

"I suppose it's too much to hope that he's the only one?"

"They _always_ run in threes.

"Bad things run in threes.

"Celebrity's die in threes.

"Nostradamus had three anti christs.

"There are three people here who, who, uh, help me out here."

Vahktang thinks over recent events.

Ghosts. Vampires. Evil books.

And so on.

"All I wanted to do was go to a party. A costume party on Holloween. I like costumes. Holloween is fun that way.

"And I end up here.

"Well, 'an adventure is an unpleasent experience six months ago.'

"So I guess this is an adventure.

"And in an adventure you have to have some bad guys.

"Cryptomancer, that's a bad guy name.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

 

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OOC: A vote for Cryptomancer.

'Cause he has a bad guy name.