Who dunnit in a cassock

Today's Sunday game was 'Mystery of the Abbey'. We had a guest appearance with Sam, one of Will's friends. Grandma and Grandad had played the game to get to grips with the rules once before. So today was played with a little more insight.

The game played nicely with the usual levels of confusion and misconceptions. During Lauds (the second whole turn of the game) several players went to the Bibliotheca to gain those powerful cards.

Several suspects changed hands, with Lucy and Grandad seemingly gaining the most knowledge. Honest and open discussions in the Centrum were followed by a particular liking for Grandma's cellula (where cards were stolen).

As information changed hands, Lucy became more cryptic in deciding whether to share knowledge or not. I picked up a few crafty clues about fat Franciscan brothers, only to foolishly allow a loose tongue to pass the information onto Grandma.

My journey to the Bibliotheca granted several scriptorium cards allowing me to make a revelation of the murderer being a Benedictine. Likewise, Grandad made a revelation that the culprit was thin. Time continued onwards with Lucy feeling she had enough information to make an accusation...she asked the boys a final question about wether they had any thin Benedictines left in their enquiries to which they replied "no". A false line of enquiry? Was it worth making that accusation and risk doing penance for a wrong pointed finger? Lucy made her guess with the murderer being revealed to be...

Father Sergio! Well done to Lucy...a combination of rapid character elimination, focused questioning and good listening won out. In the end:

Lucy, 4 points - a correct accusation.

Grandad, 2 points - a correct revelation for thin.

Anth, 2 points - a correct revelation for Benedictine.

Grandma, Wills / Sam - no points, but respectable for no negative points acquired (in a previous game a player had minus 8 points for wrong guesses!)

Mystery of the Abbey never fails to entertain; you never feel quite in control of the 'truth', what ever that may be. One wrong assumption here, an honestly inaccurate piece of information there, and your left with that uncertain idea - is he a fat Benedictine Father? (Father Bruno, you know who you are!)

 

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