Ryuko's Mystery Murder Tour (Inactive)

Game Master Ryuko

Join our heroes and villains on an airship tour to the mansion of the eccentric Eichorn Von Ryuko. But who will remain standing when Assassins board the ship?


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91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

Sir James looked around as the Frenchman falls off the roof, he titters hysterically imagining that it could easily have been him that plummeted through the clouds. "Nice view up here!"


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Laughing softly, Robert shakes his head. "Bloody French..."

The Exchange

"We really should be more careful in choice of games at such heights as these."


We were wrong, he was a true aristocrat and died as such."

Wowbagger tosses a bottle of French wine in tribute off the side to follow the Frenchman.

"Anyone have some bagpipes to play?"


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

As Wowbagger throws the bottle off the gantry; James mutters; "The good stuff." Then looks alarmed at a bagpipe dirge for a Frenchman; 'I don't think you play bagpipes, so much as create noise.' he keeps his thoughts surprisingly prudently to himself.


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Robert takes a big slug of Whiskey, before starting to play bagpipes, without and bagpipes, making the noises with nothing but his mouth. He "plays" for about two minutes, before doubeling over, out of breath and laughing manically. "The poor wee froggie!"


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

'Nail you courage to the sticking post Fairfax.' He pulls himself together and Sir James moves over and pats him on the back; "I can honestly say that's the best playing of the pipes I have ever heard."

He looks out to the sky and the others, "I think I will go inside, don't want another incident."


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

Once inside James swirls his brandy glass and sits in the high-backed chair. Carefully he lights a pipe; "What do we know?" he muses, "Why was Hamish the first to be killed? Is it relevant?..."

"Well, he invested in Red Roberts' caber... not important; Wowbagger insulated and accused him... but that's his niche, insulting the world. And I am English." His eyes crease-up with the strain of thinking, then he relaxes.

"Bah, what happens...happens." And he downs his Brandy refilling it and one for Robert, if he wishes.

The Exchange

"Perhaps as the air fills with smoke and our bellies fill with brandy our minds will come to an understanding of whom our assassin or assassins are."

"I for one will miss Hammish as he did provide some entertainment in his more lively state."


Thanks guys. I didnt think I made such an impact. I miss playing.


Wowbagger devotes his considerable focus he used to insult people to solve this problem.

"OK, the assassins must have discovered each other. If they went after each other they would have missed this opportunity to get one of us. That probably means they will act together more. So talking in the open like this is not as dangerous as it was before."


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Putting the great mind that invented not only the Triangular Cabre, but the Flat Cabre also, to the task at hand, Robert strokes his beard in thought.

"Well... There are Assassins!" he nods profoundly, before taking a sip of whiskey.


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

"Multiple?" Sir James muses, struck by the thought that it could still be any of them sat there. Then realising that he liked their company and if he was to die well...

'Actually better if it was during a bunk-up with a plump young filly.'


"Sir James, the status quo favors the assassins. We need to do something or they will pick us off one by one. Your lack of action on this problem is quite suspect."

"Someone could have protected the intended target too, that might have happened. I will say I could use some protection of that nature as I will start off the accusations."

"For callously laughing at his problem while we killed two valued aristocrats I accuse Sir James."

Vote for Sir James D-F


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

"Fair enough dear fellow. The sooner we find these cads, the sooner we can get to spending Ryuko's cash." He sips his drink. "I'm British we don't go in for overly theatrical displays of histrionics."


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

With a tilt of his head Sir James continues; "Very well, you did seem to be arguing with Hamish on the night before his passing. And now requesting the great protector of nobility, the hero, the Silver Fox protect you. Although the assassins could be those we have not heard from; Professor Alessandra Devries, Dr. Lugwaude Lächelnschiefe, or the eponymous Colin McBride."

"However for the moment my vote goes to you; Wowbagger. No hard feelings old chap."

Vote for Wowbagger tIP


"I understand. If you are an assassin, you have to vote for me. If you are not, you have to think I am an assassin and vote for me. Besides, a tie vote favors the assassins. Another reason to vote for me."


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

Though his alcohol soaked mind he ponders; "That seems logical, i think, what if I was to vote for someone else? Would that prove I am the assassin or just afraid of death? And an Englishman is afraid of nothing." 'Except death, poverty, and an assortment of minor activities.'


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Robert laughs softly, shaking his head at the two men conversing about the killings. 'We all have to die SOME day!'[/b] He stares sideways at the Duke before shrugging. [i]'May as well... It COULD be him!'

Vote for the Duke!

The Exchange

"And now what worries have I that your votes will come for me rather than the assassins, If that takes place then I ask the dignity to walk the plank on my own accord a brandy in one hand and a cigar in the other."

Ignores Roberts pointing eyes.....


"I have insulted everyone here once, and met everyone and had a good time with them except for Colin McBride. I will change my vote to the skulk who hides in his room."

"I urge my English companion to do the same."

Vote for Colin McBride

"Or a master diversion by the good Dr. L, but I trust that the man who has nothing to say and look people in the eye is suspect."


Wowbagger is incredulous he almost voted for someone who doesn't even exist.

"I checked the computer I used to insult everyone, and this Colin McBride does not exist. Quite a plan you had there Dr. L. I am not surprised, only disappointed."

Wowbagger Changes Vote to Dr. L


FOR SCIENCE!

Lugwaude looks up from his incandescent scribblings and papers with mad conspiracy theories that vary on topics ranging from an organized cult of unicorns bent on world domination to the concept to trees existing as an advanced hive mind.

'Vrwwwrrrrt' he inhales deeply from his chemically dosed hanckerchief "V'wry mistar Wowbagger was is? V'you really should learn to separate my drug induced prattling from sinister intent. You see true genius isn't limited by mere insignificant details such as who exists or the mundane aspects reality, for genius's only concern themselves with doing the impossible and to get caught up in such details is trivial."

Relaxing limply in his armchair amongst a horde of notes with a crazed look in his eye and disheveled hair he giggles in a high pitched effeminate tone. "V'why I've been pouring over a few scientific journals in a enlightening furor and one of note struck my eye. Vid you know that the female species of most creatures can be rather wicked? The preying mantis to the black widow even the lioness is contemptible in their own manner."

Looking around confused as if he's lost his train of thought entirely..."V'oh yesss. Now things are fitting nicely in mine noggin. Forgive me for suggesting something in opposition to common chivalry, but being assassinated would hold no scientific merit nor any proper decorum. I do say that our lone lady of the ship could have had opportunity to seduce her way into poisoning that chipper Englishman. What better perfect assassin to hide behind the frailty of her sex? She has stuck to the shadows as of late..."

Vote for Alessandra Dervies (Might change it later if we're still all split)

Vote Total:
Duke Leto Aredies: 1 (Red Robert)
Dr. Lugwaude: 1 (Wowbanger)
Prof Alessandra: 1 (Dr. Lugwaude)


To quote a great musician, 'she blinded me with science.' Wowbagger changes his vote to the absent Prof Alessandra.

"Makes sense Dr. Lugwaude"

There are zero escape pods, response: did you count them?, reply: yes, twice.


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Robert narrows his eyes at the Doctors prattling and snorts, his moustache blowing majestically in the air exhaled from his nostrils. "Ye talk a fine game lad but ye never are around either!" He sticks a pipe between his teeth, before thumbing it full of tobacco, and lighting it with a match.

"I dinnae trust ye as far as I can throw a Boulder Cabre, and that was one UGE flop!" Taking a long pull on his pipe, he sits forward, gesturing at Lugwaude with the stem.

"Ye are a slippery one German and I will nay stand for it! I accuse you!"

Vote for Dr Lugwaude


Totally not a Werewolf

"Doctor!"

Alessandra is taken aback by the scandalous accusation and after a moment of flummoxed silence berates him vigorously, "I'm surprised you can read at all in your current state! I don't know what logical chain of thought would lead you to associate a poisoned drink with seduction, and I doubt that I want to know how that twisted little mind of your works. It does occur to me however, that a medical doctor- or an assassin who keeps current in medical journals- would know a number of exotic chemicals, some of which could be used to poison someone..." She casts a pointed look at Doctor Lugwaude's handkerchief.

Vote for Dr. Lugwaude


FOR SCIENCE!

Dr. Lugwaude claps his hands merrily and lets out a light hearted laugh. "V'yes, V'yes, so the black widow finnaly shows her face? Should I be a medical doctor your presumption might hold some weight. As turns out I am a Biologist with ample knowledge of Zoolodgy and Herbology no mere medical practitioner nor despicable assassin!"

Taking a deep breath from his handkerchief his mind races "Now vets look at these accusations scientifically. To me the correlation in ve data seems well evident..."

"Cause, I accuse you."

"Effect, Without a moments hesitation as though you where lying in wait like a spider with her web you suddenly spring forth accusation? Along with a convenient ally to double down the accusation, perhaps you met him last night and discovered the black rose on both your heads? V'yes? Well perhaps not?"

Scratching his head Lugwaude looks a bit confused..."Well, well, I've been called many a things by jealous colleges. Mad, unethical, a crock, but I do believe attributing me to having a high viscosity is a new one. In any case my fine Scottsman I do believe you've accused me once already? I do believing killing you quickly would be prudent should it be my business, yet you stand alive?"

As he pours over data tabulated on his many papers "No, I fear accusing me is simply logically felonious. If I was a mere cut throat would I not join the Scotsman in his accusations of good Duke Leto when the strange man Wowbanger accused me to stack the odds? V'would it not be equally prudent to simply accuse Wowbanger in return for his own to not draw the ire of our fair lady should I be concerned with self preservation?"

Lugwaude punctuates things with a flat tone, "No it wouldn't be logical, I've simply acted logically and with reason. If I am to go to my grave it shall be as a man of science, v'yes?."


Male Human Super Cruel DM 10

Current Votes:
Dr. Lugwaude: 2
Prof. Devries: 2
Wowbagger TiP: 1

Update in 30 Minutes. Might want to work out this tie.


Male Human Super Cruel DM 10

The nobles argue for hours, their anger obvious. Finally Duke Leto stands. "Listen to me damnit! These assassins are turning us against one another." His anger brings him to sputters and he walks towards the nearest table. "ARE YOU ALL MAD? IS THIS MONEY REALLY WORTH SO MUCH T-" He yells as he slams his closed fists on the table. It seems the Duke underestimated his own strength (or perhaps it was the overly sensitive bomb planted beneath the table), and the ensuing explosion knocked everyone onto their asses. Where the Duke stood is now a dark smudge on the floor, with a few half melted bits of metal around it. One of them is quite interesting, being a badge of Scotland Yard. It seems the Duke was not all he appeared to be.

Duke Leto Atreides was assassinated. He was the Investigator.
Cycle 4 starts now and ends Monday.


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Reaching up to brush a piece of ear off of his forehead, Robert shakes his head in a daze. "Iosa Criost!" He rolls to his feet, stumbling around slowly, before collapseing to his knees, clutching at his head as he begins to scream a loud inconsolable wail. He crawls to the blacked spot where the Duke once stood and leans forward, tenderly picking something up off the floor.

He cradles the shattered remains of his Pipe to his chest and weeps. "Nay! Too soon old friend, ye were taken too soon!" He pulls a slightly soiled handkerchief from his sleeve and begins to dab at his eyes. With a loud honking blow, he sobs in to the hanky some more.


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

Sir James is blown back in his chair too stunned at what has happened to speak for a few moments; one second he was being accused the next the votes flew around the room. Then the Duke, a seeming stand-up man was blown to bits. Fairfax brushes a smudge of ash across his blanched face and downs his drink.


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Lungeing to his feet, Robert begins to scream, pulling a knife from his kilt. "YE COWARDLY WRETCHES! I'LL HAVE YE!" Growling loudly, he pushes his way from the lounge, and sets his sights on the Bridge.

"STOP THIS BLOODY BOAT AND FIND THE WRETCHES THAT BROKE POOR BESSY!" He pushes through the corridors of the ship, pushing staff and party goers out of his way as he goes.

He kicks in the door to the Bridge and stands there, head bowed, breathing heavily, the knife gripped in his hand threateningly. "Stop this ship now Cap'n! They killed her! They did!" He sobbed loudly.


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

James stands to his feet watching the Scotsman in his grief and addled wits. A stirring in his chest reminds him of Crimea, when he took part in 'the charge'. Their horse stampeding towards the guns his fellows being blown apart. 'Yes, this Red Robert knows something.' Fairfax determinedly gets to his feet a glass of brandy in one hand his hand upon the sword hilt in another.

'Bessy?!?' he thinks trailing in the Scots wake.

Once at the bridge, he drunkenly adds - "Yes, turn this damnable machine around. We need to be bound for Blighty, to Ryuko's estate post-haste." He pats the Scot on the shoulder.


Well, the investigator must not have been a good investigator.

"Red Robert and Devries tip their hand, but it is too late for us. I guess the investigator discovered Red Robert, but he was afraid to join us in voting for for Devries."

Wowbagger keeps his vote on the assassin Devries.


"If Sir James, Dr. L and I make one mistake the assassins win. One tie or a vote for other than Alessandra and assassins will win. They will appear together and vote for someone at the end just like they did this time. Kudos to Dr. L for smoking out Alessadra, and if only Leto would reveal his results, we would know about Red Robert."


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Robert turns to James and pats the man on the shoulder. "Good lad Jimmy! We be the last trustworthy people aboard this ship. It be me and you now laddie!" He grins before staring beligerently at the Captain.

"I been thinking and this doesn't add up. Why do it be Hamish that got the boot first? I be telling ye! He caught on to the REAL Assassin. Tis Wowbagger, that cowardly blaggart!" Robert gestures with the knife.

"Join me Jimmy! Take down the no good fiend for old Blighty!"

Vote for Wowbagger


"My vote for Alessandra triggers a robert vote for me and a Robert appeal to James. He doesn't talk to Alessandra, why, because he doesn't need to. They show up and vote together last round with no previous coordination in public (on the boards). Protect me one with the magic protection, for I have exposed the two assassins-Alessandra and Robert."

Like a chessmaster announcing a mate in three, Wowbagger details how the remaining nobles can achieve victory. They need three votes for Alessandra this round and two for Robert next round.

Wowbagger votes for Alessandra as assassin for this round and Robert next round.

"Robert, your acting has been quite good. But I am not fooled."


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

"Oh my word, dear boy. This seems to be hotting up, I should nail my mast to the sticking post." he seems ready to draw his rapier upon the Captain.

He turns to Robert; "Wowbagger, well he seems a little strange. Are you sure?"


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Wowbagger did you follow James and Robert to the Bridge? They are at the other side of the ship, that is why he took his moment to ask James to help him stop you! ;)

"I couldn't be more sure if'n I saw him kill young 'Amish with me own eyes Jimmy! He ain't like us... He needs to go!"


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

"Good point, old boy. I am just apprehensive with hangign this strange chap, but if it's him or me...."


Totally not a Werewolf

"So by your own admission, Doctor, you're a student of biology with 'ample knowledge of herbology'? My own discipline is history, and I know that-" Professor Devries is knocked from her feet by the explosion and once her hearing returns she is immediately put on the defensive by Wowbagger's accusations.

Alessandra is stunned, both by the blast and by Wowbagger's absurd conviction that she could ever kill anyone. Once the ringing in her ears dies down she remarks, "First of all, look at this dress. This outfit is not the least bit suitable for skulking about; do you really believe anyone could hide a bomb in an outfit like this without affecting the lay of the fabric? Or have managed to crawl under a table and plant it? Before that blast knocked me down my clothes were exquisite! Wowbagger's drab attire definitely included scuffs on the toes of his boots, I had wondered about them before but now that I think about it they're exactly the kind of scuffs one might get from crawling around on a deck like this..."

He current evening dress is a bulky, dark purple piece made from textured silk taffeta with a heavy silk velvet cape that ripples pleasantly as it catches the breeze from the Airship's passage. To her credit, while it might be possible to conceal a bomb it would be quite difficult to place one under a table while wearing it.

Vote for Wowbagger


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

"Oh but it is Jimmy boy, it is. Look who we have left to us... You, a fine young English gent, strong and proud. Me, a well to do Scots man, with a love of eggs. The good Professor, a lovely young lady of some renown. Now look at the rest... Wowbagger. What kind of a name is Wowbagger? He is not even from this planet. And the Doctor. Damn kraut! No Jimmy, trust me, we need to get the Assassin gone from amongst us. Vote with me Jimmy, I wont steer you wrong!"

Robert grins madly, before turning to the Captain. "We need to set up a gibbet to lynch this mad space man!" He gestures with the knife. "SEE TO IT MAN!"


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

Whilst watching the air-ships Captain resplendant in his uniform; "Well I supoose you are correct, and he is calling for the Silver Fox to protect him. Which if he was an assassin would ensure that his victim would perish. A true gentleman like ourselves may wish for help, but to ask for assistance is an affront to our nationality." he says with a certain pomposity.

Vote for Wowbagger


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Clapping James on the back, Robert laughs softly. "Good man Jimmy. That is what I like to see!"


"Lugwaude, if you cannot convince Sir James of his error, the jig is up for us aristocrats."

"By the way, I did slightly miscalculate, if an aristocrat is lynched, the Silver Fox is irrelevant. His move is academic currently."


Totally not a Werewolf

"Also, it occurs to me that we should err on the side of caution. If his wild ramblings can be believed to be anything more than alcohol-fueled delusions, then Mr. Wowbagger is actually immortal. He is the only one here who won't be actually harmed by being thrown off the deck of this ship. I say that lynching him now is the only ethical choice open to us."

"Those of us who care about ethics, that is..." She adds, with a pointed glare at Dr. Lugwaude.


91/111hp Dark Reckoner Warlock

James inclines his head in thought. "Actually old boy, we aren't in too bad of a position. By providing justice to an assassin this day, we ensure that only one will survive 'til the 'morrow. Then with the great Hero, Silver Fox upon our side the other assassin will be reduced in his threat and we can get on with enjoying this cruise and the inheritance."


Human Eccentric Highland Toff / Lvl 20

Robert scratches his head in thought, before smiling. "Aye. Proper way to look at it Jimmy lad!"


Wowbagger looks at Sir James and shakes his head sadly, "When my aristocratic credentials are revealed, there will be no inheritance for anyone but assassins. I unfortunately checked my immortality at the door at the price of joining this party, and may I say it has been a fine one."

"By your statements, I now know Dr. L is the Silver Fox."

Wowbagger writes on a board

Red Robert and Alessandra = assassins
Sir James and Wowbagger = aristoctrats
Dr. Lugwaude = Silver Fox

"Wait, Sir James could be the Silver Fox, he did say on our side. That doesn't necessarily exclude him. Anyway, Sir James, it is not too late to save the day."

The Exchange

The Dukes notebook

Spoiler:

Only if the Ryuko allows it!

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