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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 5:49 pm Post subject: Lets Play Clue #12 - Murder at Castle Blackrain |
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[Administrator Note: Due to a forum glitch, posts made between April 24th and July 20th have disappeared. Posts made after June 28th have been reconstructed below.]
Author: cacums
Posted: 03 Jul 2011 07:35 pm (GMT -5.00)
Best confession ever
Author: Zoo977
Posted: 03 Jul 2011 04:30 pm (GMT -5.00)
I'm really not sure how to follow up a confession like that. Great job!
Author: CluedoKid
Posted: 03 Jul 2011 01:23 pm (GMT -5.00)
Yes, that was a terrific confession! I had a lot of fun doing this, and I took good notes too.
Author: PeachFreak
Posted: 03 Jul 2011 01:19 pm (GMT -5.00)
Yes, great confession.
I rather enjoyed this game. I feel it was one of the better Let's Play Clue Games I've taken part in.
Author: Jamie
Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 3:58 am (GMT -6)
Congrats to Cluedokid on solving Murder at Castle Blackrain, brilliant confession ProfessorSvestka.
Black wrote:
OOI: Who had Lady Barkwood?
Author: Black
Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 2:27 am (GMT -6)
That's one *beep* of a confession.
OOI: Who had Lady Barkwood?
Author: ProfesorSvestka
Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:02 pm (GMT -6)
“As I left my brother’s funeral, I realized that I had already decided what I was going to do. I was going to kill the Earl. So I spent weeks planning, trying to find a way to get to him. And at last I thought of something that would work. The aconite. With so many people in and out of the kitchens, and with the number of enemies the Earl had, I was sure no one would ever truly be able to find who poisoned his soup. I raced back to the castle to harvest the aconite and prepare it. My original plan was to poison him tomorrow at dinner. I would be away visiting my brother, as I usually was, and no one would really consider me a suspect.”
“Hurrying through the courtyard, I saw the sickle lying by one of the vegetable patches. I picked it up and continued to my garden. I was on the way to my cottage to dry the herbs when I saw him. He was walking into the armory. As quietly as I could, I slipped over to the door to listen. He was speaking with someone, I don’t know who, but after a while the other person left.
“And then I realized I was still holding the sickle. And then I decided that he didn’t deserve the clean death a poisoning is. So I slipped inside. He was wandering through the collection, checking some pieces, admiring others. As he moved around the room, I followed him, until I found my chance.”
“He had stopped to look in a case of crossbows at the far end of the room. As he stood up with one of them, I struck. I stepped behind him, grabbed his hair and wrenched his head back. He tried to reach for me, but it was too late. I took the sickle and ripped it across his throat. I didn’t realize at the time how hard I had pressed, because a few moments later I was holding his head up by the hair while the rest of him toppled to the floor. For a few moments I just stood there, frozen, holding the sickle and his head. Then I came to and realized that the job was only half complete. Now I had to get away with it.”
“I jammed a chair under the handles of the doors to the armory and set to work. I found some sacking which, considering my brother’s demise seemed wonderfully appropriate. I managed to get him in there after a bit of work, and to be frank, a bit of creative cutting and folding. Luckily he fell onto a carpet, so most of the ‘mess’ was on that. I threw it in the sack with him. I wiped up the floor as best as I could, dragged the sack into a corner, and hurried back out into the courtyard.”
“Again my luck held, there was a barrow leaning against the wall. I took it back to the armory, loaded him into it, and headed for the cesspits. I assumed that that would make short work of him and it would be a good thing over with. But then, as I dumped him, the bloody sack caught on the side half-way down and got caught. I couldn’t really reach it, and then I heard someone coming, so I left him and hurried back to my cottage to clean up. The sickle I threw in the moat, so I have no idea where it’s gotten to now.”
Agnes looked around at her audience, who were now staring at her with horrified fascination. And then, she just couldn’t help herself, she laughed. It was a dry little chuckle, but it was enough to startle the rest of the room. “Oh my,” she said, “Look at you all. So righteously shocked. As if there was a single person in this room who’s actually sorry he’s dead. As though none of you had ever let the thought cross your mind that the world would be a better place without him. Oh dear.” She chuckled again, and lowered herself stiffly into her chair. Looking at some of the more masculine faces in the room, she smiled. “And before you begin contemplating anything too drastic, let me assure you there’s nothing you can do about it either. One, there is no evidence. The sickle is gone, and the evidence in the armory doesn’t mean that I did it. And as for my ‘confession’, my brother’s death has clearly rendered me unfit for rational thought. I may have just been describing what I saw, or even dreamt. And none of you would be considered a reliable witness, given how all of you wanted him dead.” She paused thoughtfully. “But the best reason, I suppose, is that it won’t come to that. I don’t suppose any of you really thought about what I did with the aconite, if I didn’t use it on the Earl.” A brief, panicked glance shot around the room. “Oh don’t be silly, I didn’t poison you. I put it in my tea.” She rose, a bit awkwardly, and headed for the door. “And now, if you’ll excuse me, good night.”
They watched as she passed through into the courtyard. A few moments later, Thomas sprang up and dashed for the door. He found her in her gardens; she had been headed for a bench in the center of the herbs, but hadn’t made it. She lay sprawled in the dirt, still and lifeless. Thomas stared down at her, his hat in his hands. “Sorry Agnes,” he mumbled. And then he headed back inside to tell the others.
Author: ProfesorSvestka
Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:01 pm (GMT -6)
Agnes stared around at the circle of people now staring directly at her. They had at last found the truth, or so they thought. She rose slowly from her chair and calmly walked over to the fireplace. She had managed to make a cup of tea during the interrogations and, sipping slowly, she contemplated her next move. She made her decision and finished her tea. After a few moments gazing into the fire, she turned and spoke to the group.
“I don’t suppose many of you knew my brother, Arthur. He worked out in the fields for the Earl; plowing, sowing, working the earth. He wasn’t a very bright, but he worked hard and was generally a decent enough man. And until two months ago, the Earl of Blackrain didn’t know who he was.”
“But then, quite suddenly, the Earl met my brother. Arthur was finishing closing the stables for the evening, and thought he heard something in one of the stalls. He thought that maybe thieves had gotten in after the horses. So he picked up a hammer and went to investigate. Opening one of the stalls, he discovered the Earl. His lordship,” Agnes spat, “was lying on the floor, half naked, atop a ‘lady’ that was visiting the castle. Needless to say, the three of them were quite surprised. Arthur mumbled an apology and left. That night, he came to my cottage and told me what had happened. I told him to put it out of his mind, that it was no business of his. He agreed, and we left it at that.”
“For a few days, everything seemed to go back to normal. I heard nothing about it. But then, in the middle of the day, Arthur showed up on my stoop, terrified out of his mind. Apparently the Earl was out riding, touring his lands or some such nonsense, and had come across Arthur working in the fields. They had spoken briefly and by the end of their conversation, Arthur was convinced the Earl recognized him. I told him not to worry about it, that the Earl couldn’t possibly have figured out who he was, and sent him home.”
Agnes smiled bitterly. “The next day I learned how wrong I was. I decided to check in on Arthur to make sure he was alright. I arrived at his cottage and discovered the Earl’s guards had arrived and were arresting Arthur. Apparently, they found some valuable items from the castle hidden in his quarters and the Earl was accusing him of being a thief. They dragged him away to the dungeons then and there, right before my eyes.”
“I went to appeal to the Earl myself the next day. I thought maybe if I could explain to him that Arthur wasn’t a threat, he would let him go. I begged that man, begged him!” Agnes slammed her fist into the table. “And he told me that unless I wanted to be arrested for slander, I would hold my tongue. Otherwise, he said he could make sure I never spoke again.”
“I was still trying to figure out what to do to help my brother the next day, when I heard a knock on my door. It was two guards, standing there with a large sack in between them. They informed me…” Here Agnes’ voice broke as she fought for control. She cleared her throat and tried again. “They informed me that the Earl had already passed sentence on my brother and that his punishment had been meted out.”
Agnes voice hardened. “He had him drawn and quartered.” She stared down the group. “They were just bringing me his body to dispose of. It was in the sack.” She let a few moments pass, letting the image sink in. Then she continued.
Author: ProfesorSvestka
Posted: 01 Jul 2011 04:24 pm (GMT -5.00)
Agnes stared at the group, aghast that they had figured it out. She took a moment to compose her self, then...
The confession is on its way. It's a little involved, but I'm working on it.
Author: Jamie
Posted: 30 Jun 2011 01:59 pm (GMT -5.00)
Swift desperate glances are cast across the room, but nobody utters a sound of disagreement. Slowly all eyes are turned on Missus Tyrian, who shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
cue Missus Tyrian
Author: cacums
Posted: 30 Jun 2011 01:02 pm (GMT -5.00)
"The gardener?" Ms. Grisdale crosses herself in shock.
Author: CluedoKid
Posted: 30 Jun 2011 12:41 pm (GMT -5.00)
A slight smirk came across Lady Barkwood's face.
She turns to John Cole and puts her finger coyly on the blacksmith's cheek.
"Nay my love, t'was not you sulking within thy armory...."
....
And so it t'was announced on this date, the Thirtieth of June, Fifteen fourty-two that The Right Honorable Earl, Edmund Blackrain the Fourth was found slain. The maddened soul behind this sordid deed was none the least than....
....
MRS. TYRIAN with thy SICKLE within thou ARMORY
Author: CluedoKid
Posted: 30 Jun 2011 07:27 am (GMT -5.00)
Yes I would...
Author: Jamie
Posted: 30 Jun 2011 06:29 am (GMT -5.00)
No one can disprove, would you like to accuse?
Author: CluedoKid
Posted: 29 Jun 2011 07:07 pm (GMT -5.00)
"Lo for Saint Peter's sake." Lady Barkwood mutters, "Nay, it not be done by thy drawbridge, but within the Armory!"
Tyrian - Crystal Ball - Armory.
(I too may wish to accuse)
Author: Jamie
Posted: 29 Jun 2011 03:32 pm (GMT -5.00)
Cluedokid cannot disprove
Peachfreak cannot disprove
Black cannot disprove
ProfessorSvestka cannot disprove
Cacums can disprove
Cluedokid's turn
Author: Zoo977
Posted: 29 Jun 2011 01:42 pm (GMT -5.00)
Dame Peach looked back at her notes, and at the suspect sin front of her. She realized how close everyone was getting to the solution. She closed her eyes for a second. "I am almost certain John Cole killed him with that sickle. He must have done it in the Parish; He is highly religious, and must have done it there so he could confess as soon as possible."
(Cole - Sickle - Parish)
Author: Jamie
Posted: 29 Jun 2011 01:24 pm (GMT -5.00)
Zoo977 cannot disprove
Cluedokid can disprove
Zoo977's turn
Author: cacums
Posted: 29 Jun 2011 12:35 pm (GMT -5.00)
"There are just too many people to keep track of" Ms. Grisdale says solemnly looking around the room, trying to match the faces to the names, "Perhaps and earlier assumption will be correct. Lord Rowan, I think you murdered your father with the Axe in the Parish!"
(Lord Rowan - Axe -Parish)
Author: ProfesorSvestka
Posted: 29 Jun 2011 05:05 am (GMT -5.00)
Nope, not this round. It's cacums turn.
Author: Jamie
Posted: 29 Jun 2011 03:53 am (GMT -5.00)
Cacums can disprove
Are you accusing?
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