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[Urist Imiknorris]

No, I want to see if I can activate a previously-activated one.

[Mephansteras]

The Orb tingles when you touch it, and the color flares up briefly, but nothing else happens.

[Tiruin]

Err, which orb was that?

[Urist Imiknorris]

Fine. Statue: I volunteer to activate an orb.

[Mephansteras]

Urist Imiknorris walks up to the final Orb and place his hand upon it. The Orb flares with a brilliant White Light, and the Statue's eyes glow like the sun. There is a great, blinding flash, and when you can see again the Templar lies dead upon the ground.

The statue Speaks "You have paid in Sacrifice, and been found Worthy. You may Enter."

A wall slides open to reveal a passageway down.

[Urist Imiknorris]

Be that way.

</bah>

[Tiruin]

So...Templar now dead. Me and you, with you being the flanker...would you really want to kill me after all we've been through? Not sure if we can both possess the tablet...a hunch, y'know?

What I mean is, through all honesty, could I ask your word not to kill me? Or...you can be silent, I'd understand.

[Bookthras]

I'm thinking about it... No, I don't really want to kill you. It has been a fun ride, and I like shared victories more than cutthroat bloodbaths... but that hunch of yours (which I share) is problematic. Can we both possess the tablet? Sounds doubtful, which is a shame, but maybe? maybe?

What a conundrum. Let's ponder for a little while.

[Tiruin]

Statue said that one shall be found worthy, yet there is two of us and we are both proclaimed worthy. So that means the Skeleton was the target instead of me in the...first day.

We did encounter sacrifice,

Which means...perhaps the statue meant 'one' meaning one group, or party? I need the Tablet for this blasted curse, and you for your own.

The Statue also states something of True Majesty...

Do you think it's different, this time or do his words carry another meaning behind them? Sounds straight to the point for me seeing where he takes it. And thinking about it, it doesn't seem that everything has it's meaning set in stone.

I'm not killing you, though. If for once something different would happen, that would be surprising.

[Bookthras]

Oh, goddammit Meph, you semi-bastard! The freaking door is open, and you have us scratching our heads inches from victory.



To hell with it. I am a wolf, which is a bloodthirsty beast, but not one without honour. So I subdue my animal fury and decide that the best way is for both of us to explore the cave together. As you said, we've been through so much in this journey. It is redemption we are seeking after all, and betrayal is not the way to get it.

You hereby have my promise that I will not kill you. Let us proceed together inside, and it will be as fate decides, yes?

[Tiruin]

Oh, goddammit Meph, you semi-bastard! The freaking door is open, and you have us scratching our heads inches from victory.

This applies, very muchly.

As fate decides. Let's see if a Wolf and a Ghoul can reconcile themselves. I do still want to rend your flesh and fur and all, but the promise here is too tempting.

I've the Templar to feed on anyway, if things get rough.

So...let's go. Same time. ( )

[Tiruin]

( )

^ Sorry UI, with all the bastardli-ness going on, (and yes, your argument did manage to sway part of me), I couldn't put my finger on something wrong in teaming up with you on that part. Forgot to say this earlier.

[Mephansteras]

You descend into the Tomb. The walls are covered in hieroglyphs depicting nobles and their entourage heading to the Afterlife.

Inside the tomb you find a large open area. A small lake surrounds a raised, rectangular island, with a wide bridge heading over to it. All along the walls are the sagging remains of ships laden with goods.

You approach the center of the island, strange lights flickering around you. It's dim, but enough to see by.

Once there you find a sarcophagus, and atop it is the Tablet. The words inscribed upon it glow with an inner light that changes with every heartbeat. You each reach out and touch it, entranced.

When you do, your minds explode with images. A pageantry of royal duties and privileges, of diplomacy and politics, of foreign customs and ancient rites. Everything a new Pharaoh of the Khunnga Empire needs to know.

And in that knowledge?

The secret of redemption.

You kneel before the Sarcophagus of the God-King, Nung-Amur Mah-Sut, First Emperor of Khunnga, and you pledge your souls to his eternal service.

The sarcophagus opens with a long grinding sound. The figure of Mah-Sut rises up, and stands over you. He beckons, and you move closer so that he can touch you.

You shiver with cold, burn with fire, grin in ecstasy and grimace in pain. You are transformed. And with the power of the souls who have been Sacrificed, Mah-Sut is reborn.

He strides down from the Sarcophagus and you follow him up and out of the Necropolis.

The Empire shall be reborn!




And...that's that. I hope everyone had fun.

I'll post the Role PMs and Night Actions in following posts.

Do people want to know the secrets of the game?

[Mephansteras]

Wolf Chat:   http://www.quicktopic.com/48/H/9casdsYVaYf
Brotherhood Chat:   http://www.quicktopic.com/48/H/uL3Qd5Qx2eknt
Templar Chat:   http://www.quicktopic.com/48/H/rQtR4ZJRxmxuc

Spoiler: Role PMs (click to show/hide)

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Werewolves
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  For decades Shakerag has sought out the Necropolis. He has lost friends, family, and even his humanity on this quest. It has gone from a grand adventure to an all-consuming obsession. After his own conversion to a Werewolf he chose to infect the rest of his group. A few have fallen on this journey but, at last, the three of you are here. With the Tablet will come great power and fame. And, perhaps, even a chance at redemption.
 
  But that will have to wait. You must overcome not only the secrets of this chamber, but also your competitors. Of course, if you an kill them off that will make things much simpler. You've long since become accustomed to murder after being turned, after all. Each Night one of you may attempt to Kill another player instead of performing any other action.


Bookthras - You are a Werewolf Flanker, trained to aid in the hunt by either distracting the target or by warding off any help trying to save them. When you Aid in the pack kill, it becomes unblockable.

Org - You are a Warlock, gifted by the dark magic of your curse with the ability to speak with the dead. Each night you may go to a corpse and commune with that player's soul for the remainder of the Night. This ability is unblockable.

Shakerag - you are the Werewolf Leader. Strong and Fast, you are as powerful as you are fearsome. That rage that is bottled up without you is so great that, should you be killed during the day, you will at least managed to take out another player with you before you go down. But not another Werewolf, of course.
 
Your pack connection also allows the three of you to communicate without anyone else catching on.

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Magic
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 You are the last surviving members of the Brotherhood of the Golden Vial's expedition to the Necropolis. You've lost several full Members, Jim's two apprentices, and all of your various hirelings battling your way through the Necropolis. Between traps, undead horrors, and an ambush by another party seeking the Tablet it's been far more costly than you'd anticipated to get here.
 
 But, still, you've managed to make your way into this chamber. If you can overcome this challenge, and the threat posed by the other seekers, you may just succeed in your quest after all.
 
 Fortunately, the three of you are pretty well equipped to deal with this situation. In addition to your personal skills, you also have the Wand of the 5th Hex. This wand allows one of you to either Mark another player for Death each night or Invoke the Hex to kill all marked players that night. Using the Wand prevents you from performing any other actions that night. Unlike most magic, the Wand requires direct line of sight so you'll have to go find the other player to Mark them. Invoking the Hex does not require that you go anywhere.


Dariush - You are a Witch, conscripted by the order for you knowledge of ancient magics. You have the ability to Place the Watchful Eye upon any other player's shelter once per game. After it has been placed, the Eye will inform you of anyone who visits that shelter as well as whether or not the player who own's the shelter leaves. It will last for the rest of the game.

Deathsword - You are Fortune Teller, able to uncover secrets of the other players using you Divination abilities. Each Night you may Scry another player to learn what Type of Role they have. The possible role Types are Survivor, Watcher, Changer, Killer, and Protector.

Jim Groovester - You are a Wizard, and the leader of this Expedition. You may use your formidable powers to Protect another player from being attacked each night.

In addition, your magic allows the three of you to communicate without anyone else listening in.

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Templars
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  The Tablet of Tablet of Nung-Amur, if it exists, is an object of heathen magic and must be destroyed. This is your duty as members of the Templar Order, and it is one you take very seriously. Your expedition, though it has suffered greatly both on the road to and within the Necropolis, must complete its mission at all costs. How knows what horrors might be unleashed upon the world if some other faction were to gain this artifact?
 
  To this end, you may send one of your number each night to Block another player instead of performing any other actions that Night.


Hapah - You are a veteran Templar, your skills in hunting down the accursed Cults of the world honed by many battles against the dark forces of the world. You are immune to the seductive charms of the Cults, and cannot be converted by them. In addition, you may either attempt to Kill another player each night or Protect yourself from attack instead.

IronyOwl - You are a Sage of the Templar Order. While your combat skills do not match those of your companions, you make up for it with a wealth of lore that can help you determine what the order is up against. Each night you may Study to gain clues about what you and your companions face during these trials.

Toaster - You are Knight, newly inducted into the Order. While you lack the skills of a full Templar, you are still a force to be reckoned with in battle. Due to your skills with Arms and Armor, you are immune to attacks against you during the Night.


In addition, you have all been given holy talismans that allow you to communicate with one another without being overheard. 
 
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Orangebottle   Other   Devil

  You are a bit different from the others here. You are no mere mortal, seeking out the words of a long-dead god. No, you are a Devil, and you are here to collect this artifact for your Dread Master. He has little need of its power, but it would make a fine addition to his collection.
 
  If you cannot acquire the Tablet, he will accept 3 new Souls instead. To gather a Soul, simply visit them in the dead of Night and whisper an Offer to them of great power. You can offer them a one-shot power of their choice: A Night Kill, A Protect, a Role-Block, a Redirect, or full Knowledge of another player's Role and Faction. If they accept, then their soul is yours. When you have collected three you will be able to Collect them all and drag them down to the unending hells.
 
  Oh, and you know a secret that the others don't. Only one who owns their own soul may possess the Tablet. Even if you fail to gain 3 Souls, or to get the Tablet on your own, you could still pluck it from the grasp of one who's sold their soul to you.
 
  Of course, you'll need to survive long enough to actually pull off a victory. This group looks a bit dangerous...

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 Tiruin   Other   Ghoul

  You have lived in the Necropolis for a long, long time. Caught by a curse many years ago, you are a Ghoul that resides here. Cursed to an unending cycle of eating rotten flesh and killing foolish travelers in order to gain your meals. You've had enough. You were more than this, once. And if you can gain the Tablet, you will be again!
 
  All you need do is Kill off these fools in the night. However, you will only be able to perform 1 attack a night. Or, instead, you could Feast upon a corpse for the night. This will grant you power, making your next attack unstoppable.

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 1 (click to show/hide)

Toaster: Blocks, Offer, Rejects

  You head out into the darkness and seek out the room that Org is staying in. He's inside when you get there. "Know this, Org, you shall not pass by me this night. Stay in and sleep, you have no other choice."
 
  You hear a muffled response, but it sounds like an affirmative.
 
  The Night passes quietly, for a time. Org stays inside, and you keep close watch to make sure he doesn't try anything. At some point, however, you hear a whisper in the darkness near you.
 
  "Alone in that dark of the Necropolis. A worrisome thing, yes? You wish the Tablet for yourself, but the forces arrayed against you are stronger than you know. I can help you."
 
  "Help me? How?" you demand, suspiciously.
 
  "I can give you power. The power to Protect another, or the power to know the Truth about one of the claimants for the Tablet."
 
  "And what do I own you for such a thing? My soul, I suppose?"
 
  "Yes..." says the voice, "That is it exactly. A fair price. Your soul for power to gain the Tablet, and the secrets of the Gods that lie upon it!"

  "Begone, foul tempter!  I have no desire for your filthy power!"
 
  "Bah. Fine, I'll go. I doubt you'll last long enough to get the Tablet anyway."
 
  The presence is gone, and the rest of the night passes uneventfully.

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zombie urist: Offers, Rejected

  You slip through the darkness of the Necropolis like a wraith until you come across Toaster.
 
  "Alone in that dark of the Necropolis. A worrisome thing, yes? You wish the Tablet for yourself, but the forces arrayed against you are stronger than you know. I can help you." your whisper floats over to him.
 
  "Help me? How?" he demands, looking around suspiciously.
 
  "I can give you power." you whisper back. "The power to Protect another, or the power to know the Truth about one of the claimants for the Tablet."
 
  "And what do I own you for such a thing? My soul, I suppose?"
 
  "Yes..." says the voice, "That is it exactly. A fair price. Your soul for power to gain the Tablet, and the secrets of the Gods that lie upon it!"

  He seems to ponder a bit on this, a strange expression on his face. But finally his expression grows dark. "Begone, foul tempter!  I have no desire for your filthy power!"
 
  Curses. He's resisted your offer.
 
  "Bah. Fine, I'll go. I doubt you'll last long enough to get the Tablet anyway."
 
  You slip away. You'll have to try another target tomorrow night.
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Jim marks Toaster

You slip through the halls of the Necropolis, the dim light barely enough to see by. But somehow you find Toaster in his room easily enough. Strange, and something you'll need to ponder. In the meantime, you silently mark him with the Hex and slip away unnoticed.

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Deathsword: Gets Watcher result, dies

You raise a hand, and several cut crystals float in the air before you. The shimmer and dance in the firelight, spinning as you focus your will upon IronyOwl. What is he? What does he want?
 
The Crystals flicker and dance before you, bending the light into your eyes. Soon it becomes clear. IronyOwl is a Watcher of some sort, looking for hidden things in the night. Fascinating.

As the crystals descend towards the floor you hear footsteps. Startled, you look up to see an armored figure step through the doorway.

"Heretic," he whispers "You shall never get your hands upon that tablet! It shall be destroyed in the name of all that is holy!"

You scrabble backwards as he draws his sword. But your feeble resistance buys you little time. There is no room to run in this room, and you have nothing to fight with.

The last thing you remember is the world tumbling, and a mute horror as you watch your headless body slump to the ground a few feet away. Soon, all descends into darkness.

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Dariush: Places Eye

You carefully head over to Jim's room and inscribe the Watchful Eye above the doorframe. Now you will know of any who come to him in the night, for whatever purpose.

You head back to your room and rest. When you awaken you spread your senses out to the Eye, but it seems all was quiet last night.

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Shakerag: Kills IronyOwl

You shift into your wolf form and head out into the darkness of the Necropolis, Bookthras padding along a short distance away. Even though you know it is wrong, you can't help but look forward to hunting down you prey. It is more than necessary...it is desirable.

You follow IronyOwl's scent and soon come across him. He is absorbed in some sort of book, and too distracted to notice the two of you.

The carnage that follows is both swift and enjoyable.

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Book: Assists

You shift into your wolf form and head out into the darkness of the Necropolis, keeping a short distance from Shakerag. You feel neither remorse nor joy at what is to be done. You need the tablet, and this one stands in your way. You have little doubt he'd try to kill you if he knew what you are.

You follow IronyOwl's scent and soon come across him. He is absorbed in some sort of book, and too distracted to notice the two of you.

The carnage that follows is swift and bloody. You leave the body where it is and quickly head back to your own room.


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Org: Communicates, is Blocked

You draw arcane symbols on the floor of your room using a bit of charcoal, and murmur the words of the dead over them. Soon your senses expand, and you can feel Tiruin's soul floating in the Ether. You reach out to it, and begin to speak...

Partway through your conversation you hear a voice from outside your room. It is muffled a a bit, but you can make out something about you being held to this room for the night. Well, no matter, you weren't planning on going anywhere anyway. You grunt an assent and turn your attention back to the spirit world.


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Hapah: Kills

You head out into the dimly lit corridors of the Necropolis in search of Deathsword. Though you have no idea where he might be, you find your steps guided along with a sense of purpose. Yes, this is right and just. You do what must be done. None may have the Tablet, and if you have to cut down every last one of these heretics to keep it from them then that is what you shall do.

After a while you come across his room. You see strange floating crystals in the air before him. Magic. Heresy indeed!

"Heretic," you whisper loudly as you enter the room "You shall never get your hands upon that tablet! It shall be destroyed in the name of all that is holy!"

He looks up in fear and tries to scramble backwards as you draw your sword.

No matter. This man is no warrior, and barely even tries to dodge as you swing your blade in a shining arc of justice. The heretics head tumbles from his shoulders and stares at you from the floor. You give the body a slight shove and it collapses. Behind you the crystals make a delicate tinkling sound as they fall to the ground. You smash one under a boot as you leave.

You have done a righteous thing this night. No foul mage should ever be allowed near the Tablet. Black magic would engulf the world. You are sure of it!

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IronyOwl: Gets phrase "A noble does only that which a servant cannot.", Dies

You sit down in this strangely hospitable chamber and go through your packs for anything you can find about the Necropolis and the Civilization that built it.

After a few hours you find something that might be useful. A phrase from one of the more prominent kings of this land during a diplomatic vist from another kingdom. "A noble does only that which a servant cannot."

Could this help you solve the puzzle of the Orbs? Perhaps...perhaps. You'll need to discuss this with the others.

A sound from the doorway startles you out of your reverie. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you see two great Wolves enter the room. Before you can even get to your feet they lunge at you.

Death is swift, at least.

Spoiler: Night 2 (click to show/hide)

PM To Org after day 2: A fine coating of shimmering dust coats you. You can feel Shakerag's spirit all around you. His rage fills you, giving you power.

You may communicate with all dead players this night, if you wish.

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PM To Skakerag after day 2: You are a floating spirit of anger and rage. Right now you can feel Org feeding off of that anger.

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PM to Tiruin after day 2: You draw a long, painful breath. Fetid air fills you lungs...and with it the smell of corpses. Your mouth salivates a bit, although you feel dried out.

Crawling in the darkness, you make your way off of a stone table and over to the source of the smells. IronyOwl and Deathsword. Dead, now, and smelling delicious.

You must recover your strength. Which do you consume?

(You are alive again! I told you it gets more interesting. Your only action for this night is to consume a corpse to finish your resurrection. This will not gain you any power the following night.)

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PM to Zombie Urist after day 2: You awaken back in the endless hells, your Dread Master standing over you with a face of fury.

"You have failed me, minion. You do not have the Tablet, and not even a single Soul to bring back in its stead."

Two large demons appear next to him. "Take this wretch away. Perhaps a few decades in the Halls of Pain will remind him of the cost of failing me."

You struggle, but are no match for these abominations.

Sometimes you despise hell...

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Toaster: Block Bookthras
  - Blocks, Dies to Hex

You walk through the dim light of the necropolis, you feet taking you steadily towards the room where Bookthras is staying. You are unsure if it is some magic of this place or the guiding light of your faith, but you know that you are not being led astray.

When you get there you spot a stone statue near the doorway. It's heavy, but not so heavy that you can't put it over. It falls with a heavy thump and an explosion of dust as it lodges itself across the door. There is little chance that he could bypass this obstruction.

You hear a started noise come from inside the room, so you call out. "Heathen, know that you have been sealed within this room. Perhaps the Statue will release you in the morning, I know not. But for this night at least you can go nowhere!"

Curses are the only response you get.

Satisfied, you head back to your room. On the way, though, you feel a burning sensation in your chest. Looking down, you see a glowing glyph on your chest, the light spilling out through your hauberk. You try to shed you armor, but the pain grows too great. It is if the sun itself had settled into your heart. Screaming in pain, you sink to your knees as the light grows brighter and brighter.

Eventually you mind retreats into the sweet darkness of death.

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Urist Imiknorris: Kill Dariush
  - Fails (protected)

You stride through the dusty lanes of the Necropolis, sword out. More Justice to be done this night! More heretics to slay!

You arrive at Dariush's door, but it is surrounded by a glowing blue barrier. Everything you do to get past it fails. It seems impervious to blade, stone, fist, or prayer. Eventually, exhausted, you return to your room. Dark magic...it must be more of that cursed dark magic!
 
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Jim: Protect Dariush
  - Protects

You head over to Dariush's room and weave strong protective magics around it. A faint blue glow surrounds the area now, and you are confident that no one will be able to get through it. 

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Dariush: Trigger Mark
  - Triggers

You take up the Wand and begin the Incantation of Death. Red runes glow upon it as you finish each line of the incantation, until finally your hand is swathed in a bright red glow. You speak the final words and feel a rush of power around you as the red light explodes outwards.

It is done.

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Tiruin: Consume IronyOwl' corpse
  - Returns to life

The sweetly putrid flesh invigorates you. You feel as good as you ever have!

Now...you must ponder what to do. How do you explain your return to the others? 

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Book: Kill toaster
  - Blocked

As you prepare yourself for the hunt you hear a crashing thud from outside your room. Started, you rush towards the door and try to fling it open.

Blocked. Cursing, you push against it with all your might. You hear a groan of wood on stone, but it does not budge.

From outside you can hear the muffled words of someone speaking. "...sealed within this room...Statue...release...know not...this night at least you can go nowhere!" 

Cursing even louder you continue to struggle against whatever is keeping the door barred. But it is no use. You are trapped.

Exhausted, you sit down. With luck the statue will still be able to bring you to the chamber in the morning.

--
 
Org: Commune with dead

Spoiler: Night 3 (click to show/hide)

PM To Org after Day 3: Your soul bursts free of its fleshy cage. You feel yourself drawn to Bookthras, and you impart a bit of yourself to him. Your final act to aid your team, and what you hope will be the salvation of all of you.

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PM to Bookthras after Day 3: You see some of the shimmering dust float down onto you, and you can feel Org's spirit around you. A surge of power rushes though you, and you can't help but grin a bit.

Any Attack you make this night will be Unblockable

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Actions:
Urist Imiknorris - Kill Jim Groovester, Kills

You stride through the dust corridors, blade drawn and prayers of holy protection on your lips. You go to slay another foul heretic, one who almost certainly practices dark magic. You must be strong, and swift.

As always here, your footsteps bring you swiftly to your target. You hear movement inside, and swiftly barge in.

You startle Jim, who was bending over a pack. He raises his hands, but before he can curse you your arm lashes out. The blade sinks deep into his heart, and any spell he was going to cast dies on his lips.

He collapses, and very quickly stops breathing. You say a prayer in thanks of your victory, and head back.

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Bookthras - Kill Dariush, Kills

You shift into the wolf form and head off. No stone blocks you this night!

As you near Dariush's room you feel your hackles rise. Some sort of energy fills the air, and as you try to advance you are repelled by some invisible barrier. Growling, you lunge at the barrier, only to be knocked back again. Rage fills you, and you can fill the power of your fallen brother rush into you. With a mighty leap you burst through the barrier and crash through the door.

Dariush looks up in alarm from where he lies on the ground. Even as he struggles to untangle himself from his bedroll you're lunging at him. Your teeth meet soft flesh, and with a quick jerk you tear his throat out.

One less opponent to deal with.

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Jim Groovester - Protect Dariush, Dies

Like the night before, you head over to Dariush's room and weave strong protective magics around it. Satisfied that he'll be safe you head back to your room.

Looking around, you try to figure out what you can do to help yourself survive the night. You start looking through your pack to see if you have anything of use in there.

Your startled by the sounds of footsteps behind you. Your stand up and whirl around, an offensive spell already forming in your mind. Before you do more than raise your hands, though, the figure runs you through with a sword. In shock as your heart stops you stagger backwards. All thoughts of fighting back drain from you as your body loses the ability to stand, and you slump to the ground.

A short while later, your soul drifts off to the abyss.

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Tiruin - Kill Jim Groovester (And sample the water), Kills

You sample the water in the bowl. It is fresh and clean. Moreso than you would expect from this place. Interesting.

You creep through the necropolis, your path somehow clear even through you shouldn't know where Jim is staying. And yet...you do. It seems you are being guided somehow. Odd...and a bit disquieting.

However, you find his room without any trouble. Unfortunately, someone else has already done your work for you. He lies on the ground, quite dead, with blood pooled under him. You bash his head in with a rock just to be sure, and then head back to your room.

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Dariush - Mark Tiruin, Dies

Once again you take up the Wand and begin the Incantation of Death. The runes glow as you speak the words of the enchantment, and you feel the rush of power go past you as you Mark Tiruin for Death.

It is done.

Tired from your ordeals, as well as the effort of using the wand, you crawl into bed and go to sleep.

Some time later you are woken by the sounds of a horrible growl. Groggily, you open your eyes and look to the door. Jim should have set the wards...you should be safe from attack. But still...you worry.

Suddenly your blood turns to ice as a great wolf crashes through your door. You struggle to get up, but you are tangled in your bedroll. It lunges quickly at you and sharp teeth sink into your neck. Moments later, all goes dark.