Patrick

Hmmm...four players isn't just quite enough.

Looks fine.

You can be whoever you want in the world, as long as it's not a named character from the books.

Signup is open!

Warning: if you haven't read the first two books of George R.R. Martin's series, then contains spoilers. Sign ups are now open! If you don't know the series, then I won't say that Wikipedia is a good source, because it contains way too many spoilers that would ruin a future reading of the books. Suffice to say that if you don't know the series it's medieval fantasy, with the fantasy being very low, almost inexistant. So knights, damsels, squires, war, bandits etc... Sign ups shall be open until about the 9th. Roles are roughly: wolf(ves) - a bandit, is taking the group towards a trap seer - someone who has dreams that sometimes come true baner - someone who doesn't sleep too well

So erm, let me arrive back from Barcelona, and I'll see about throwing up a sign-up.

I'm ready to mod, but I'm not feeling in the mood for modding a Narnia game right now (blame it on George R.R. Martin and his Song of Ice and Fire series, put me too much into the mood). So, who would be interested by a game in Martin's universe? For those who don't know it, it's pretty low fantasy, with just a few weird creatures and quite rare magic.

I know about that, it won Katz and I a game some time back.

The one thing I don't get is why Lord Panther and Akallabeth voted for Guinea Pig after Guinea Pig voted off the wolf the day before. They had me convinced that one of them was the wolf after that...

Nathan was sitting in the men's room in the airport and crying. His sister's death coupled with the phone call he had to place to their parents had finally caught up with him. As he sat there sobbing he could not help but think back to the image of his sister's head exploding from the bullet it had struck it. She had been such a chaotic, but still, such a loveable person. Nathan vowed to see the end of whoever had killed her. OOC: I don't want to condemn anyone, so let's make it a three-way tie: Degorram/Lindsey Mitchell/Ves

Nathan was happy to leave this bleak and desolate place. Only his sister's memory kept him. He stood for a long time next to the makeshift pile of stones that marked where Anya lay before leaving. He did not speak a word on the way to New York. When he got there he made the hardest phone call of his life, calling his parents and telling them about what had happened to Anya. OOC: the dice decided that the vote shall be for Lord Panther/Zach Petit/Pico.

Nathan looked without any visible emotion at the dead body at his feet. He wanted to spit, kick, punch, claw...but it wouldn't help. Someone else had brought punishment to Anzu, depriving him of revenge. "I'm going to bury my sister," he said after a long silence. "Anyone want to help?"

<<EEEEEEEEEEEK!>> Chiroq shreaked. <<Another of them!>> It was only Patham's guardian presence that made Chiroq stay and not leave the Cabaret Room immediately. And then he felt the weight of the eyes on him. He was scrutinized more than he had ever been. <<Can I help you?>> he asked the man in the calmest manner possible while being merely feet away from two terrorising herbivores.

Longer would be nice, I think.

Nathan did not hear Dennis hiss at him. After his sister tumbling lifeless to the ground the world around him ceased to exist for him. "Anya. Anya." he whispered over and over again, cradling his sister in his arm, his other arm pushing her bloody hair out of her ghastly pale face. There was an awful lot of blood. On the ground, on Anya's face, on her clothes, on his hands. As he wiped his tears away he smeared blood all over his face. "I had wished to see Order see the end of Chaos, but not like this. Not like this." Watch what you wish for, for wishes can come true. His father's words, from two decades ago when both of them were still young children rang in his ears. He had scolded them for wishing a little too loudly that the fearsome dog in the neighbouring garden would die. You were right Dad. Nathan bent down and kissed his sister's bloody forehead and pulled her eyes shut. Slowly, painfully, he forced himself to stand. By the time he stood his hands were clenched into fists. His eyes screamed murder at anyone who would have looked at them. With his sister's blood smeared all over his face and hands Nathan ran after Dennis. He would kill whoever had done this. No, he would slaughter whoever had done this.

Ozy, do we learn the roles of those who are killed?

Nathan took a hot dog, but after taking a couple of bites he was no longer hungry. His hunger was replaced by annoyance and curiosity at being thrust into a situation that had nearly killed him. He would have at least wanted an explanation that made sense. He could see his sister at the other side of the campsite and nodded at her when she looked his way. "So, Mister...whoever you are," he said looking at the aboriginal man, "Mind telling us what the hell is going and why we were torn from our normal lives?" Is he even the one he should be asking the questions from? Nathan didn't know. Who the hell was in charge here?

Fine by me.

Also, just had another question...personally I don't really mind coming up with OOC votes, I can easily see myself accusing X with no reason whatsoever, but if we wanted to have IC accusations, shouldn't the characters, meet?

Erm...can we have longer dayphases than 12 hours? It seems awfully short for everyone in different time zones and all...

Congratulations to all three!

Erm...that's right...*wonders how he mixed that up*

"Oh sh**" Nathan whispered, echoing the sentiments that he had just written on a pad of paper, coming from the mouth of a black gangster. "I actually have years of work on that computer." He wondered whether the message was just a prank by some of his friends who wanted to have a joke on him or whether- He saw his sister run by his door, barely glancing inside. His computer indicated 04:24. Did he really want to wait and find out whether...he did. It was only when they knocked the door down and that a bullet had just missed his hair by less than an inch that he started running, grabbing only his wallet on the way. He went down the fire escape, shivering in his jeans and t-shirt in the cold night. "Why the f*** did it have to be now?" he grumbled, sliding in among the alleyways he had used as a scene in one of his books. While running amongst piles of garbage he managed to step into vomit or blood, in the darkness he couldn't be sure and let out a stream of curses. A dozen bullets had followed, but none of them actually hit. After that he ran on in silence. He bought an expensive suit at the airport, more against the cold than for looking good, but it also served to awe the girl at the ticket counter, who even forgot to ask why the ticket was for Nathan "Order" Lestrova. The flight was pretty bad, late at take off and late upon arrival and the food tasted awful, but it gave him time to think. Someone had tried to kill him and if he could believe that yellow canary, it had been because of the message he had received. What did that make Mr. Edgelad.JPEG then? Someone who had tried to kill him? Or would they have come even if he hadn't received the email? Nathan wished that he had listened to his IT technician friends and not clicked on a link in an email from an unknown sender...but had he had a choice? He must have fallen asleep sometime during the flight as he woke to the stewardess announcing the weather at the destination. Where the hell was he flying anyway? Nathan couldn't remember and had to look at his ticket. Houston, Texas of all places. He had never been there before. "Call for Nathan Lestrova at the information desk. Señor Lestrova-" followed the same thing in Spanish, but Nathan wasn't listening any longer. He made his way through the throng of people to the information desk and after introductions was handed a phone.

Nathan Lestrova/Order At 32 years old, Nathan is almost the complete opposite of his sister. He believes in Order, although not the Order that he sees around himself everyday. What is around him is too ordered, too perfect. He does not care a bit about his sister's research, preferring to bury himself in books. Both reading and writing. His writings range from the very philosophical to the absolutely common recipe book. A lot of his work isn't published and either lies around on hard drives or on sheets of paper neatly stacked in his apartment. Most annoying to his sister is the fact that Nathan always remembers exactly where he puts something, even if years have passed since he put that something there.