You're stupid.
I explained my exact reasoning for voting him. I didn't want a No Lynch, but I have also expressed suspicion in Beema more than once. I had voted for him several times before that. You can check the previous days to confirm this fact. I found his utter disregard for other member's questioning very suspicious and voted for him several times because of that. So yeah, when the day was getting close to ending and we were not even close to consolidating a possible candidate for a lynch, I changed from TB to BtD. I even said "I may change my vote depending on what the votes are like towards the end of the day."
It will be an entirely different pace than its predecessor. The posting requirement would only call for two posts a week and they dont matter when during that week you make them. It could be two in one day or one on monday and the other not til saturday, that sort of thing.
No.[DOUBLEPOST=1411504076][/DOUBLEPOST]It's to see if anyone new would join.
The magical world of demons, angels, and Nephilim return with a whole new cast as the doors to the academy open. With it, some familiar faces arrive. Past and present merge as those from the Demonic War guide a future world free of Nephilim discrimination to a better and brighter tomorrow. Children with short youths and long lives learn how to adapt to a world where few know of their existence. The developmental years of birth to adulthood are a struggle, especially for those that reach their teens within a matter of a few months. The Nephilim Academy is a safe haven founded by a few concerned parental angels and their Nephilim children from the Demonic War. It has been 100 years since the war and the angels have been reborn into new hosts, once or twice over. However, their children that had previously not been allowed to exist -- viewed as an abomination, punishable to the highest extent of the Lord -- still walk the earth; seemingly forever young. They learn what it means to be strong, educated, and prepared for anything that might come at them in the future. The world is cruel, especially to things that were never meant to exist. Though they are primary, Nephilim are not the sole occupants of the academy. Young angels who wish to given their human hosts a place to call home, also attend the school. No one calls them crazy for hearing voices, or views them as monsters for possessing unique gifts. They are just like everyone else within the walls of the academy, with the exception of some of them having been the parents of their fellow students in past lives and aging at a normal rate. The school has been a success in its endeavors, though times are changing. The destructive, happy-go-lucky atmosphere of the academy will soon be put to the test. They have experienced 100 years of relative peace in their world, but evil does not rest forever. New threats and old enemies will soon rise – it's just a matter of when, and how. Will a band of misfit angels and Nephilim be enough to stop the forces of Hell a second time? Only the Father knows, and he isn't answering. I am looking to see who all would be interested in the Nephilim Academy, whether new members would join, or if it would just be past members from The Fallen. Estimated release date is November. Any feedback would be appreciated.
The magical world of demons, angels, and Nephilim return with a whole new cast as the doors to the academy open. With it, some familiar faces arrive. Past and present merge as those from the Demonic War guide a future world free of Nephilim discrimination to a better and brighter tomorrow. Children with short youths and long lives learn how to adapt to a world where few know of their existence. The developmental years of birth to adulthood are a struggle, especially for those that reach their teens within a matter of a few months. The Nephilim Academy is a safe haven founded by a few concerned parental angels and their Nephilim children from the Demonic War. It has been 100 years since the war and the angels have been reborn into new hosts, once or twice over. However, their children that had previously not been allowed to exist -- viewed as an abomination, punishable to the highest extent of the Lord -- still walk the earth; seemingly forever young. They learn what it means to be strong, educated, and prepared for anything that might come at them in the future. The world is cruel, especially to things that were never meant to exist. Though they are primary, Nephilim are not the sole occupants of the academy. Young angels who wish to given their human hosts a place to call home, also attend the school. No one calls them crazy for hearing voices, or views them as monsters for possessing unique gifts. They are just like everyone else within the walls of the academy, with the exception of some of them having been the parents of their fellow students in past lives and aging at a normal rate. The school has been a success in its endeavors, though times are changing. The destructive, happy-go-lucky atmosphere of the academy will soon be put to the test. They have experienced 100 years of relative peace in their world, but evil does not rest forever. New threats and old enemies will soon rise – it's just a matter of when, and how. Will a band of misfit angels and Nephilim be enough to stop the forces of Hell a second time? Only the Father knows, and he isn't answering.
Traitor
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That is a very interesting compilation of scenarios. Personally, I find it helpful to view it that way. I don't know about anyone else, but I appreciate the effort you put into it Judge. As for the top five pleading their case, I'm sure there is much else I can say in regards to my own case that I haven't already said. However, if someone has a question for me, I will do my best to answer it. I'm surprised to see that the mafia didn't kill the Vigilante, but if they can manage to get the town to mislynch again today, it will have been a smart move on their part, acquiring that extra kill through redirection. As long as the Redirector isn't killed, that is. Once everyone has made their case [ or before, doesn't matter to me ], and can decidedly pick who they think the other three mafia members are, I think it would be a good idea to try and decide as a group who we think the most likely person is to be the Redirector. If we can get rid of them, we might still have a chance. For the time being, I am going to cast my vote because for TwilightBlader. I've had a strong feeling about him as mafia for a very long time now and he's also number three on that list Judge made. The whole thing could just be some elaborate mafia coverup, but I'd like to try and have faith in its validity for at least a short while. __// Vote: TwilightBlader
People that can't swim Free!
Roslind entered the stables, breathing in the ever - wonderful scent of hay and horses. She pulled the hood of her cloak down and ran her gaze over the plaques on the stalls. The Priests of Myamar had an entire row of stalls dedicated to horses for them. Under normal circumstances, they would ride in a coach and not even bother with stepping foot into the stables, but Roslind was different from the rest of them. She had her own horse and her own stall. A chestnut - colored thoroughbred neighed at her as she approached. It was a familiar neigh, one she had heard many times over the last five years. Maldar had been her personal horse since she turned fourteen. He was a reminder of a life she might have lived, had she not been taken into the care of the Priests. She opened the stall door with a smile on her soft lips. Maldar lifted head high, blowing hot air on her cheeks from his large, black nostrils. Roslind reached up to stroke his thick neck and he brushed his muzzle against her ear. ⁅I'm sorry boy, I brought you no treats today. We will get some on our way out of the city. You and I have a long journey ahead of us.⁆ The stable boy came running past and she waved him down to fetch Maldar's saddle. He nodded and rushed off to the tack room, juggling arms full of riding supplies upon his return. Roslind needed no help prepping her horse and pulled herself up onto his back before exiting the stall. The young boy opened the gate for her and almost didn't notice the gold coin she had tossed to him until it was too late. Barely managing to catch it before it hit the ground, he shut the gate behind Roslind and her horse as she made a clicking sound with her tongue to get him going. Maldar took off quickly and she had to force him to slow down, as they were still within city limits. She pulled the hood of her cloak back over her head and took off in the direction of the gates. A large black horse caught her peripherals, but before she could turn to look at the beautiful creature, it was out of sight and the guards watching the gate were opening it for her passage.
Roslind entered the stables, breathing in the ever - wonderful scent of hay and horses. She pulled the hood of her cloak down and ran her gaze over the plaques on the stalls. The Priests of Myamar had an entire row of stalls dedicated to horses for them. Under normal circumstances, they would ride in a coach and not even bother with stepping foot into the stables, but Roslind was different from the rest of them. She had her own horse and her own stall. A chestnut - colored thoroughbred neighed at her as she approached. It was a familiar neigh, one she had heard many times over the last five years. Maldar had been her personal horse since she turned fourteen. He was a reminder of a life she might have lived, had she not been taken into the care of the Priests. She opened the stall door with a smile on her soft lips. Maldar lifted head high, blowing hot air on her cheeks from his large, black nostrils. Roslind reached up to stroke his thick neck and he brushed his muzzle against her ear. ⁅I'm sorry boy, I brought you no treats today. We will get some on our way out of the city. You and I have a long journey ahead of us.⁆ The stable boy came running past and she waved him down to fetch Maldar's saddle. He nodded and rushed off to the tack room, juggling arms full of riding supplies upon his return. Roslind needed no help prepping her horse and pulled herself up onto his back before exiting the stall. The young boy opened the gate for her and almost didn't notice the gold coin she had tossed to him until it was too late. Barely managing to catch it before it hit the ground, he shut the gate behind Roslind and her horse as she made a clicking sound with her tongue to get him going. Maldar took off quickly and she had to force him to slow down, as they were still within city limits. She pulled the hood of her cloak back over her head and took off in the direction of the gates. A large black horse caught her peripherals, but before she could turn to look at the beautiful creature, it was out of sight and the guards watching the gate were opening it for her passage.
James is such an animal
You mean you don't?
// heavy breathing //
The steady hum of hymnals being sang throughout the temple filled Roslind with a calming strength. She always enjoyed strolling through the sanctuary to the sound of fellow priests and priestesses. It was a routine she had developed years ago. Her morning would not begin without the invigorating stroll through the House of Death -- that's what she called it, at least. The priests prayed to all of the gods, asking each one of them for their blessings, but as a priestess, there was only one that could truly protect them -- Death, himself. A small smile parted her lips as she ran the tips of her fingers across the alter. There would be a service in a few hours to honor the gods and ask for the daily blessings. The kingdom had been fairing quite nicely over the last five years and many believed it was all due to the endless prayers that were sent to the gods from the Hammaslahti Temple. Someone was always praying. It is thanks to those prayers and the blessings granted on them from the Brother Gods that they are able to work the miracles they do. Losbus and Udur grant them their powers to heal and create peace within the kingdom. An array of colorful light kissed Roslind's skin and bathed her snow white cloak in warmth. She turned in the sanctuary to peer up at the stained glass portraits of the heroes that founded her kingdom. Her imagination would often times run wild as the works of art reflected in her crystal blue eyes. What would it have been like to see the land before the kingdom was built? To go on adventures? She could only ever imagine, having been in the care of the Priests of Myamar for over a decade. As a magic bearing child, she received little say in her future. Roslind only ever knew of the life of a priestess, and likely wouldn't ever know much else. ⁅Priestess Roslind, is that you?⁆ She turned at the sound of the voice to see a short figure standing a few feet away. It was Janis, the head priest's assistant. The man stood nearly a foot and a half shorter than her, with a mousey face and sharp noise. His eyes were a clear emerald and she always held him in the highest of regards. ⁅Janis. Whatever can I do for you?⁆ He held out an envelope, stamped on the back with the seal of the temple. Roslind took it carefully, examining the parchment. ⁅It is to be delivered to Eastborne. Wilds have been spotted approaching the city and we will need reinforcements to clear them out.⁆ he told her in that that whistley voice of his. Roslind nodded in understanding. ⁅I am to deliver it, then.⁆ It was not a question. She had made this trip before. Hammaslahti was in the north and the most prone to Wilds' attacks. While they had soldiers, their city was not dedicated to the training of arms but of mind. ⁅I shall fetch Kadir and be on my way immediately.⁆ She turned to leave, but Janis stepped in front of her. ⁅Kadir is not to come with you this time. You are to make this trip alone.⁆ Something in his voice kept her from speaking out and the questions she wished to ask were to remain silent. Roslind felt something stir within her, but nodded once in understanding. ⁅May the gods be with you.⁆ he said in his usual way when departing. ⁅And with you,⁆ she agreed. Roslind left the sanctuary hastily, stepping out into the morning light of the city. Hammaslahti was always so lively, especially in the market. She would need to fetch a horse from the stable before leaving, or the journey would take far too many days. The envelope was slipped within her cloak and she pulled the white hood over her head. The question as to why she must make this trip alone gnawed at her as she slipped through the city streets. It had her so distracted that she almost bumped into a man staring at the temple. ⁅Pardon,⁆ she excused herself, before continuing on her way.
The steady hum of hymnals being sang throughout the temple filled Roslind with a calming strength. She always enjoyed strolling through the sanctuary to the sound of fellow priests and priestesses. It was a routine she had developed years ago. Her morning would not begin without the invigorating stroll through the House of Death -- that's what she called it, at least. The priests prayed to all of the gods, asking each one of them for their blessings, but as a priestess, there was only one that could truly protect them -- Death, himself. A small smile parted her lips as she ran the tips of her fingers across the alter. There would be a service in a few hours to honor the gods and ask for the daily blessings. The kingdom had been fairing quite nicely over the last five years and many believed it was all due to the endless prayers that were sent to the gods from the Hammaslahti Temple. Someone was always praying. It is thanks to those prayers and the blessings granted on them from the Brother Gods that they are able to work the miracles they do. Losbus and Udur grant them their powers to heal and create peace within the kingdom. An array of colorful light kissed Roslind's skin and bathed her snow white cloak in warmth. She turned in the sanctuary to peer up at the stained glass portraits of the heroes that founded her kingdom. Her imagination would often times run wild as the works of art reflected in her crystal blue eyes. What would it have been like to see the land before the kingdom was built? To go on adventures? She could only ever imagine, having been in the care of the Priests of Myamar for over a decade. As a magic bearing child, she received little say in her future. Roslind only ever knew of the life of a priestess, and likely wouldn't ever know much else. ⁅Priestess Roslind, is that you?⁆ She turned at the sound of the voice to see a short figure standing a few feet away. It was Janis, the head priest's assistant. The man stood nearly a foot and a half shorter than her, with a mousey face and sharp noise. His eyes were a clear emerald and she always held him in the highest of regards. ⁅Janis. Whatever can I do for you?⁆ He held out an envelope, stamped on the back with the seal of the temple. Roslind took it carefully, examining the parchment. ⁅It is to be delivered to Eastborne. Wilds have been spotted approaching the city and we will need reinforcements to clear them out.⁆ he told her in that that whistley voice of his. Roslind nodded in understanding. ⁅I am to deliver it, then.⁆ It was not a question. She had made this trip before. Hammaslahti was in the north and the most prone to Wilds' attacks. While they had soldiers, their city was not dedicated to the training of arms but of mind. ⁅I shall fetch Kadir and be on my way immediately.⁆ She turned to leave, but Janis stepped in front of her. ⁅Kadir is not to come with you this time. You are to make this trip alone.⁆ Something in his voice kept her from speaking out and the questions she wished to ask were to remain silent. Roslind felt something stir within her, but nodded once in understanding. ⁅May the gods be with you.⁆ he said in his usual way when departing. ⁅And with you,⁆ she agreed. Roslind left the sanctuary hastily, stepping out into the morning light of the city. Hammaslahti was always so lively, especially in the market. She would need to fetch a horse from the stable before leaving, or the journey would take far too many days. The envelope was slipped within her cloak and she pulled the white hood over her head. The question as to why she must make this trip alone gnawed at her as she slipped through the city streets. It had her so distracted that she almost bumped into a man staring at the temple. ⁅Pardon,⁆ she excused herself, before continuing on her way.
herpa derp Okay, so I said I would add any songs or history lessons people came up with about Myamar to the OP, because it makes the story more fun if I am not the only one coming up with the cultural aspects of the kingdom. This will be the post that all of the songs and lessons are collected in, starting with Cstar's songs. The Lady of Porthaethwy and I Dare Bother You, Willy
you will thank me for this http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maejjwT2bo1r3nkzc.gif
Except it is entirely known that each season starts on either the 21st or 22nd. It does not specifically run from the 21st to the 20th. Amaury, your usefulness is running low.
I HAVE THE SOLUTION TO ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS!! ALCOHOL. Lots and lots of alcohol.
