Well guys the patiently awaited second installment of Wibbulniblia is here. Thanks for sticking with me guys.
THE LAST DAY OF WIBBULNIBLIA
The Wibbulniblians gathered in the Great Hall to once again determine the fate of Wibbulniblia. "I'm suspicious of Former Doomchild and Former Debux," began Former NightAngel, "but I must say that Former Debux's randomness has given me more reason to doubt him, so I vote Former Debux." Both Former Doomchild and Former Calisthenis suspiciously agreed, but by this point it was too late. Despite the protestations of the incredibly depressed Chancellor, Former Debux went down under a flurry of blows, revealing a hammer, thrust into his belt as he fell. Former Debux was the Witch Hunter. "You fool," Former Calisthenis cackled, looking at Former NightAngel, "now this city will be ours!" So saying, he and Former Doomchild donned their war aspects and proceeded to rip Former NightAngel apart with their claws. After sating their bloodlust, they immediately sat down to feed, before contemplating how to conduct their glorious orgy of bloodshed upon the unsuspecting city.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the Daemons, Chancellor Phoenix had fled with the Queen into the countryside and onwards to the port-city of Jimbobland, where they could hire Daemon-hunting mercenaries to retake the city. SO WHAT HAPPENED NEXT I HEAR YOU ASK?
Both Queen Airhead and Chancellor Phoenix fled together to the port city of Jimbobland, making their way through the gates under the cover of darkness, hoping that such an inauspicious time might prevent any malevolent bystanders from accosting the Queen. They rented three rooms for the night, one for the Queen, one for the Chancellor and another for all the Queens baggage that had been hauled by teams of heretofore unmentioned servants. These servants slept outside in the snow.
The next morning the servants had been replaced by many footprints in the freshly laid snow, leading in many directions, but all away from the inn, or, perhaps more to the point, the annoyingly obnoxious woman inside. While Chancellor Phoenix left to find out about the price of eggs (mercenaries really, why on Earth would they want eggs?) the Queen finally did something for herself and cut her hair, crying as she did so, as to better blend into the populace. Admittedly her rather slapdash efforts served all the more to single her out as a peasant with an exceptionally bad barber, but no one would ever suspect her for a Queen.
Meanwhile Chancellor Phoenix was able to find eleven mercenaries for hire, most of them appeared to be fresh-faced rookies and none of them seemed to know each other, having been collected from all over the city. This was all to the Chancellor's advantage, as he planned to hide the Queen in amongst them as another of their number in an attempt to hide her in plain sight.
With the men in his wake, Chancellor Phoenix headed back to the inn, where the Queen was waiting. Seeing her tear-stained face (and horrible haircut) he quickly ushered her back inside where he proceeded to wipe the tears from her face (and neaten up her hair for good measure). Together they walked back outside and, on the track with the mercenaries, back to Wibbulniblia.
Wibbulniblia was cold and deserted when they arrived three days later. Over this time the Queen had mingled with the mercenaries to the point where no one knew which one she was. Only the two men who the Chancellor had noticed were of Wibbulniblian heritage, that Chancellor Phoenix had picked out secretly as bodyguards knew that she was any different to the others. They set up camp on the first night and prepared to retake the city. There are four roles now.
Queen:
One of the eleven players is the Queen. For the Queen to win, all the Daemons must be dead. She acts exactly like a Mercenary.
The Bodyguards:
There are two Bodyguards. They know who the Queen is. The Bodyguards automatically lose if the Queen is killed. They win if she wins. The two Bodyguards act seperately and will probably protect someone.
The Daemons:
The Daemons make up an unknown quantity of the hired mercenaries. They must remain hidden from the populace if they want to survive. To win they must kill the Queen and outnumber the Mercenaries and Bodyguards.
The Mercenaries:
Everyone else. Townies with bite.
Good luck everyone.
The link SotK so helpfully posted. This should give you a basic idea of how to play the game..
