Overlord's Orders! XIII,

[LT Sandpaw]

The sun beats down onto the hardened earth as a lone buzzard circles overhead. Even the snakes and locus stayed under their rocks today. Several weary travelers riding upon weak limbed horses slowly trotted towards where they hoped the town of San Camina lay.
Having traveled day and night though the merciless desert and scrub forests they had drained all of their water. Hopelessly lost and exhausted they rode on, hoping for a stream or helpful rancher. A sudden cry of joy from one of the riders as he pointed out the distant houses on the horizon. Kicking their horses to speed up they rode onward too San Camina.

Hello comrades, today we start a new Overlords orders and as much as I like the traditional futuristic style were going to take a little trip to the wildest time in the US history.

Sign Ups are open so I hope to see you there, Good Luck and have Fun.

The Rules
We will have an overlord (or overlady), who will be all powerful and control the game.
Everyone else will be a servant of theirs to do his or her bidding, which will be a new assignment at the beginning of each round.
The game begins by the Overlord issuing a task, sending out their servants, and then summoning everyone before them and questioning them about whether they got the thing they wanted.
Any given round may have anywhere from a developing storyline and plot to pure and simple tasking. At times, the gamemaster (Overlord) may deviate from the general pattern and do something different at the end than just another task.

Example Round:
Let's say the Overlord might have wanted a jeep to use.
Stage 1: Introduction
The Overlord sends out their servants on a task and they return, and the Overlord will question their servants and ask them why they failed to bring them the thing they wanted (which will invariable happen, no one ever succeeds).
Stage 2: Defenses
Players can then blame their failure on some random thing (like maybe an elephant destroying the jeep) or someone else in the game; anything to shrug themselves off from fault.
Everyone can then blame someone, themselves, keep silent, or introduce some sort of new feature that happened while acquiring the item (in this case, a jeep). Eventually, the Overlord will process the information and decide who failed.
Stage 3: Punishment
The person chosen to have failed by the Overlord is then thrown out, vaporized, or something creative, by the Overlord's orders. The idea is to not be this person, and to survive as long as possible.

Likely, the Overlord will choose the best defenses as survivors.

Player defenses may not exceed 750 words per post. Unless your post has gotten noticeably quite long, you are unlikely to be hitting this limit.

Inter-game rules: The winner of any round is given host-ship of the next game. This can tie in with them going from servant to overlord, or it can be original.

General Guidelines:
Free roleplaying, or game spam, is fine. This means having yourself eat a banana, talk about the weather or river dance.

Whenever someone says something about an event, it becomes fact. It is what happened. If someone says an elephant destroyed a jeep, then anyone calling that person a liar is for certain lying; the jeep was destroyed by an elephant. What's up for telling by someone else is, for example, who set the elephant on the jeep. Also, a character doesn't know what someone else's motives were in doing or saying something -- they can speculate on those motives, but saying about someone, for instance, that "they meant to kill the Overlord" is not automatically factual.

Godmoding pertaining to persons should be restricted to some extent, just try to keep things with at least a hand in plausibility. Powerplaying is allowed. However, it cannot affect players between tasks. For instance, you cannot have a servants contract a disease and be unable to speak, or even die. You can have them be sick during the task, but you cannot impede them during the Sessions before the Overlord.
Normally, the Gamemaster will have technology restricting servants to a base during the game to prevent physically roleplaying and keep the game focused on its purpose. Overlords can power play.
Also, you cannot use an excuse like being brainwashed or cloned during the task. You are you - and you are responsible for what you did wrong.
All posts after the game begins should contain IC text; there should be no posts that are only OOC chatter.
No "backseat moderating". You may ask the Overlord whether someone else's post violates the rules, but do not tell that person, whether by making an OOC comment or PMing them, that they are in the wrong. The Overlord is responsible for managing the game.
Remember to keep things civil, stay inside the board rules, keep all hands and legs inside the game until it comes to a complete stop.

Past Overlords:
Overlords Order's I - Taggerung_of_Redwall
Overlord's Orders II - James Gryphon
Overlord's Orders III - DanielofRedwall
Overlord's Orders IV - Matthias720
Overlord's Orders V - Redwall Musician
Overlord's Orders VI - Tiria Wildlough
Special Holiday Round 2012 - Taggerung_of_Redwall
Overlord's Orders VII - Matthias720
Overlord's Orders VIII - Romsca
Overlord's Orders IX - rusvulthesaber, James Gryphon/Tiria Wildlough
Overlord's Orders X - Taggerung_of_Redwall
Overlord's Orders XI - James Gryphon
Overlord's Orders XII - Jasper!



Sign Ups
#1- James Gryphon (Skilled Veteran)
#2- Delthion (Desperate Avenger)
#3- Soren the Warrior (Warrior's Revenge)
#4- Sagetip the Hare, (First Appearance)
#5- Lord_Ashenwyte (That Guy)
#6- Sam (Quiet Guy)
#7- Winifred (I can't think up a funny phrase)
#9- Izeroth (The late one)

Any connections to people living or dead is completely on purpose and should be assaulted with the full extent of the law. Any loss of hearing, sight, hair loss, sanity loss, or the losing of anything is also on purpose and should be attacked with the full extent of the law. Everything in or on the thread is illegal and belongs to the Overlord community and should be, you guessed it, attacked with the full extent of the law. You should have anyone that posts on this forum thrown into federal prison immediately If you agree with this statement please put this code into your post when you post here. AZT56T

This round won't be connected too any previous rounds directly so there is no need to read though the entire Overlord's series.

[James Gryphon]

I'm in.

[Delthion]

Not Gryphon again!!!

Anyway, I really really want to be an Overlord for a round, I have a great idea! So hopefully I'll win this round!

[Søren]

Overlord Orders III: Revenge of the Warrior
I'm in.

[Hickory]

Same here, I really want to join.

[LT Sandpaw]

Not so many sign ups this time around.

[James Gryphon]

Give it a week. There aren't always a lot of signups within the first day or two.

[Hickory]

NOOOOO! I really want ot play! Oh well, guess I need to be considerate.

MANNERS

[Lady Ashenwyte]

I want tae join. RAKKETY TAM!

[Søren]

Man, we can't win with James out there.

[LT Sandpaw]

I did

[Søren]

Oh yeah. Well that's why your the overlord and we're not.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Man, we can't win with James out there.

Ah could try.

[SilentSam]

*sigh* *looks at title* Hmm...  a new OO. I doubt i'll win, but everyone is joining. *thinks* maybe I'll get higher than 5th place, which I got 2 times in a row. Call me... 4th+ placer... (hopefully). (I join)

[LT Sandpaw]

You just need to be confident and save yourself from any accusations as fast as you can then just let the others duke it out

So I'm going to go ahead and begin, if you still want to sign up you still have time, but after the first round is half way over the sign ups close.


IC:

Even the coyotes know to stay away from San Camina, it's many gun wielding residence jump at any excuse to take a shot, and many never missed. Now as the strangers rode down the road several residences tapped their weapons threateningly eyeing the new faces with suspicious and deadly intent.

You sometimes couldn't tell the difference between and poise of sheriffs and a bunch of scared young people.

The group stopped outside the sheriffs jailhouse, the sign riddled with bullets holes. It was barely still hanging above the door.
Jumping down from their horses the travelers limped over too the door their legs sore from the long ride. One of their number summoned all his courage and rapped twice upon its frame pulling back quickly as if expecting it to bite. There was a long silence as both the travelers and the town held it's breath waiting to see what happened.
"Come in an be quick ya lazy dogs!" The assembled did as they were bid pushing to get though the door, stumbling they found themselves in a dark room with a large table somehow shoved inside. The cells along the walls were empty the doors swung open the bars rusty and filthy. Many weapons of all kinds from tomahawks to repeating rifles were stacked along the walls. Scalps and other less disgusting trophies hung from the roof.
In the middle of it all an imposing figure leaned back on his chair, his feet propped up on the table.
He was impressive even sitting down, short and stocky wearing solid black clothing and thick cowhide boots. On his head was a brown ranchers hat pulled low over his eyes and around his waist was a revolver with a grizzly tooth necklace around his throat.
The travelers stared at him and he stared back, a no nonsense look on his face. He waited while the assembled shuffled their feet and wrung their hands nervously glancing around at the rather impressive array of weaponry. As the silence continued one of the mans eyebrows raised a sneer crossed his face.
"Well don't just stand there all day the buzzards are a circling you've been stanin there so long!" He held out his hand allowing one of their number too hand him a large letter. Leaning back the man ripped open the paper and pulled out the rather long letter scanning it quickly. A small sigh escaped him and he folded the paper and slipped it into a vest pocket.

"Well now, I'm a lot less confused by the number of you lot. So I suppose ya'll are ta be my newest gang members. Pah ya lot look like pushovers, I know twelve year olds with more gut in em. Maybe your jus tired eh, well I need people that can't be pushed around." He stood up and motioned at the chairs placed around the table. "Sit all of ya."
The group gratefully found a chair waiting for the man to speak again.
"Well I assume ya don't know my name, well the engines call me Spattereye an that's what ya'll will call me, Spattereye or sir an I wont except anythin less. If ya haven't heard a me I'm the overlord in these parts, and I expect the correct respect deserved to me." Now ya might not know it, but San Camina is the center of my own personal empire.

"All around is twelve farmin towns that pay me tribute on a regular basis. Ya'll's task is simple. Ya enforce my simple rules, kill any potential advisories or hero's. And doing exactly what I say. I ain't very forgivin when it comes ta failure so be carful, or I might have to deal with ya." He pulled the revolver from it's holster twirling it once before replacing it.

"Now I ain't got nuthin for ya at the moment so I want ya to get outfitted have a drink, get ya horses bedded down an come back here quickly. I'll be gone for a while so jus stand out by the door till I come back."

With that he ushered the group out before disappearing out a hidden back door.



Six Hours later

Spattereye leaned forward in his chair a slight grin on his scared face as he examined the sorry sight sitting with him.
"Well I've been hearing some interesting stories about Ya'll's antics tonight. What's this about holdin up my rather skilled tailor for better clothin? Wasn't what he gave you good enough? Or the attempted climb to the top O my water tower, were ya really that thirsty. An then ya went and knocked it down, my water tower, busted, gallons of water wasted. An best yet the massive bar fight in my saloon eh, an here I was thinkin ya'll were tired. Were ya not able to do anythin I told ya? Even Ya'll's horses are missin," He laughed leaning back and taking along drink.
"Speak up I can't stand it when somebody mumbles."