The "Whodunnit" Game

[Per]

"I'll give you oddball, ye..." He tried to stand up, but in the middle of movement, his back made a gross, crackling noise and he fell back down.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Flynn offered a hand to Vargas, smiling from ear to ear.

[Per]

Vargas made a number out of looking in another direction, while muttering some curses to Oblivion.

[Iamgoofball]

Chaos the N'wah and Penguin_Overlord are the killers. The host made a mistake in sending the party guest message to ALL the party guests at the same time, so I was able to pick it out. I think we need to reassign.

[Per]

HE HAS ALREADY DONE THAT YOU FOOL!!

[VirtualWeasel]

Suryn walked slowly into the manor. He was displeased with the Imperial decorating style, but continued on to look around the house. Seeing a sweetroll on a nearby table, Suryn casually sat down, and proceeded to eat the sweetroll. Satisfied, he glanced around at the various amounts of people. "This money better be worth it." He thought. bored already, Suryn started to walk around the room and glance at the various paintings.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Indeed, he already reassigned. And it was I who was a killer with Chaos originally. Now, of course, I'm everyone and no one.

Flynn grabbed Vargas's hand and hoisted the Bosmer up, without his consent. "There you go, you old codger you. Ha ha ha ha!"

[Iamgoofball]

I don't mean that.
Here:http://ompldr.org/vOWczNA/Mistakeonwhodunit.dib

[Per]

Vargas eyed Flynn for a few seconds, before he forwarded his hand. "I believe introductions are in order. Vargas. Vargas Aptendrius."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

We did reassign roles.

"Matthew Flynn at your service. They just call me Flynn." Flynn did a mock bow.

[Iamgoofball]

A Breton Mage named Mage walked up to the front door of the mansion, and entered. "Hello, everybody!" Said Mage.

[Per]

Vargas snorted, and retreated to his chair in the corner, while firmly holding his back.

[Samaelthedestroyer]

Samael found the largest bottle of mead and began drinking it furiously, Pirates were never known for their etiquette. "Where are dres' serving wenches anyway? I'd like to see if the rumors about dark elven women are true."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

"Glad to help, y'old codger! Anytime, anytime! Ha ha ha ha!" Flynn bellowed after Vargas.

[Chaos the N'wah]

Athyn looked about the room from his position in the corner, eyeing the spread of food lain out, he spots a lone apple near the end of the table.
Keeping his back to the corner, he slowly made his way over and picked up the apple. His hesitancy now gone, he lets out a quiet laugh and begins to move around the table, sampling the food; as if his wariness had never existed.

[Sav]

Ormis, who had nothing better to do, decided to go to the party. He had previously lived in Chorrol, as a merchant. He was halfway rich, and had managed to get be able to travel. He loved parties, and was halfway excited to come. He slowly walked up to the doors, and knocked twice, letting out a sigh.

[Sloady]

A scream could be heard from a room upstairs - and Gathas had not been seen for some time. Thunder shook the sky, the ground, and the fort, and the wind picked up, threatening to overturn trees. A bang as the front gate was locked. Thoughts ran through his head at a thousand miles an hour. Betrayed by his guards? His guests? Both? Whoever it was, if he got out of this alive, he'd make them all pay. Not that he would. His assailants loomed over him, and another knife plunged through his throat.

Another thought didn't run through his head.

[Sloady]

The game has begun. In order to catch your Assassin, you must kill one person everyday. After which, another innocent will die until all the Assassins are dead - or you are.

[Samaelthedestroyer]

"Oi, you hear that?" Samael said, grabbing the hilt of his rapier.

[Iamgoofball]

"What in the name of Talos was that?" Asked Mage. He pulled out his Staff of Thunder.

[Penguin _Overlord]

Lord penguin the high elf mage who had arrived at the party before everyone but got twisted on tamika and had passed out in one of the back rooms.( His occupation is alchemical merchant and is also a master of conjuration. His home is manor where he lives with his wife and 2 kids in Skingrad. He is short tempered and thinks quite highly of himself. But has a weakness for tamika vintage 438, which combined with his short temper causes him to act rashly.) Walks out of his room drunkly " What the hell is going on!!! Can a man enjoy is alcohol induced coma in peace?"

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Spoiler:

Not everyone is here yet...

[Sloady]

Spoiler:

It's been a day. I said at the beginning, I'm not going wait.

[AKB]

Crito Antus, Imperial

Hailing from the Imperial Province, Crito comes from a line of wealthy Imperial traders. Despite a life with access to the best luxuries Tamriel has to offer Crito has spurned his expected lifestyle by focusing his efforts on the magical and martial arts. As one would expect from an Imperial who shuns his own social class he prefers the company of the rabble over that of his own brethren. Being a young man, only in his early twenties, who hails from a sheltered background Crito hasn't experienced much of life and this is clearly obvious to most of those who have encountered him. He has trouble noticing the slights of social encounters, making him come off as somewhat dense from time to time.

His physical appearance reflects that of the average Colovian. He has an athletic build with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He has few physical blemishes, reflecting the life of easy living that he enjoyed for most of his existence. He wears fine light purple robes, concealing his set of chain mail armor.

As Crito approached the massive mansion he was invited to he observed the well maintained grounds surrounding the massive estate. He mentally groaned at the realization that his previous hunch was correct, Gathas was an acquaintance of his family hoping to increase ties with his kin. This was a common enough event that he could recognize the signs before even meeting the other party guests or the host. It wasn't common knowledge that Crito has had a falling out with the rest of his family, making him an unreliable way of helping one's business ties.

Despite this he continued to march up to the mansion, assuming that he could at least get a free meal out of the night. As he climbed the first step he suddenly heard a scream from upstairs, making him pause. Deciding it was no major cause for alarm he quietly opened the door and was immediately made aware of the two armed man standing in the parlor, with weapons raised. "It is going to be one of those nights, isn't it?" Crito mumbled under his breath, "Might as well see what the commotion is." he said to himself as he closed the front door.

[Samaelthedestroyer]

Samael ran upstairs and kicked down Gathas' door, The wealthy dunmers corpse was lying on the floor. "The sods dead!" He shouted to the other guests.