Bendal Home, on 28 October 2015 - 02:01 PM, said:
Oh right, slipped my mind
Hoping for an informative CF
Vote Bek Okhan
As of this post:
It is Day 1. There are 58 minutes remaining.
19 players left alive: Aparal Forge, Bek Okhan, Bendal Home, Denesmet, Denul, Eloth, Gait, Hood’s Path, Kadagar Fant, Kessobahn, Liosan, Mockra, Olar Ethil, Ryllandaras, Serc, Shadow, Tholen, Togg, Ultama
8 votes for a lynch, 8 votes to go to night.
8 votes Bek Okhan: Liosan, Hood's Path, Aparal Forge, Denul, Denesmet, Serc, Eloth, Bendal Home
1 vote Togg: Bek Okhan
3 votes Gait: Mockra, Olar Ethil, Togg
Players not voted: Gait, Kadagar Fant, Kessobahn, Ryllandaras, Serc, Shadow, Tholen, Ultama
The air was quiet; no wind brushed the long grass of the plains as they gathered near Allugath. Parley had been called; each could see the others now, wondering who had summoned them and why. The Wizards of the east sat atop their horses and eyed each other warily. The land of Allugath may have been holy to them, but its possession was now for anyone. The Barbarians' mounts were taller, rougher, larger than horses, some half-breed meant to carry them across endless leagues without tiring. They snorted and pulled at their reins, refusing to remain still. Only the Rogues stood, almost careless, though to underestimate their casual appearance would be to see them disappear like magic in the tall grass. They waited.
Suddenly a great darkness fell upon the fields of Allugath. With a blinding light and crash of thunder, the Cleric appeared before them. Though he whispered, the Cleric's voice could be heard as if he was all that existed on that plain.
"The Agreement has been broken."
As the three factions stood in awe of the Cleric, wind swirling around his cloak, they realized he had not spoken. His words indeed sounded in their minds. Even the Wizards marvelled at his power.
"As Allugath was once made in the cauldron of conflict, let it be so again! For one among you has broken the Agreement. Punishment must be swift, the betrayer identified."
The Rogues, Barbarians, and Wizards looked at each other now, seeing shadows where there were none before, flickering in the Cleric's storm of power.
"Already the rules of the Agreement begin to break down..." The Cleric's voice sounded far away. "The rules break down... Find yourselves, and each other, or Allugarth shall be given to another." He was nowhere to be seen as his words faded. For a few moments, the gathered factions did not know what to do.
Then, across the darkened plains, a figure could be seen fleeing the gathering. "There!" a Wizard shouted. He mumbled to himself as he prepared a spell. A Barbarian screamed with rage and sped after the lone warrior who had run from the Cleric's presence, charging downhill. Before anyone else could speak, a rogue turned to the group with a twisted smile. He raised his bow and loosed an arrow without looking back. As the Barbarian closed, the arrow fell without a sound and suddenly the running man exploded into a thousand shards of glass.
Pieces of something fluttered down among them; the same rogue reached out to touch the shimmering rain. "An Elemental," he said in disgust and nocked another arrow, cautious.
The Cleric's voice came from everywhere, soft. "Conflict remains. Only one of three may possess Allugath. Beware the Agreement; look to yourselves..."
The remaining peace of parley lasted less than five seconds before everyone turned and ran.
Bek Okhan has been lynched. He was a Conjured Elemental.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 29 October 2015 - 02:32 AM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.