Posted 13 November 2012 - 11:20 PM
Day timed out an hour ago. We have a no-lynch situation.
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The weeks crept by, and we were well on our way into september, the month of sand storms. Travel became harder, and travellers themselves were hardly safe either. In and around Madeena, conspirators scanned the horizons for the plumes of dust that would signal the arrival of allies, but few came. The Nepeth were massing, hundreds of thousands of builders, administrators, farmers and townsfolk accompanied by tens of thousands of soldiers, some adventurous souls seeking to leave before the main groups started their march. The Clan of the Golden Standard was rumoured to halt its conquests in the lands of the Francs, a tumen already returning across the endless steppes. Caravans arrived sporadically, each with a less than full complement of wagons and guards, speaking of ancient horrors and robbers stalking the roads. A large fire broke out in the Quarter of the Coin, destroying a warehouse filled with fine silks. The owner of the warehouse pressed charges against a rival, speaking of sabotage, but my magic showed me that one of his porters was having a tumble with a street girl in the attic, on a roll of green Chi'ing silk, and in their passion, they had turned the oil lamp over.
Nothing major happened that month.
It is now dusk.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.