Day 2 Has Begun!
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| Dariush | - 0 - | |
| Pandarsenic | - 0 - | |
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| Flandre | - 0 - | |
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| Not Voting | - 10 - | NUKE9.13, Toaster, Simple, Pandarsenic, Flandre, Jim Groovester, IronyOwl, Urist_McArathos, Think0028, Dariush, |
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Everyone wakes up for the new day, as the warm sun bathes the town in sunlight. Now, though, there is little cheer and merriment. Two died yesterday, and more will today and tomorrow, unless you can comply with these insane Inquisitors' demands.
It looks to be a fool's errand. But you will attempt it nonetheless.
"Welcome to the second day, townfolk! We will now check for any deserters that may have left during the night."
One of the armoured riders brings out a long list of everyone's names, calling them out one by one. It seems everyone is here, until...
"Where is Vector? Does anyone know?"
Everyone suddenly stares at the ground, a shiny pebble or grain of sand having inexplicably caught their undivided interest. The Inquisitors, faced with this frustrating lack of co-operation, herd everyone toward her home. If she's not there, there may be signs.
The high Inquisitor dismounts, and opens the door to a truly grisly scene. Pieces of limbs and blood are sprayed everywhere in the room - none larger than the size of a young child's fist - and chalk markings in some unknown script, too blurred and stained now to be legible, circle the bed in a thick ring, banded with bluish blood. Drops of blood lead outside, but the path had been erased when the townsfolk were herded toward the house.
Many recoil, some collapse or vomit. None are visibly pleased by the sight, and even the Inquisitors are worried.
"Ottofar has gone missing as well," whispered the rider with the list to the High Inquisitor.
"Oh, no."
Upon visiting Ottofar's farmhouse, things are no less gruesome. He lies on the ground, crushed and pummeled upon as if by someone with great strength - strength that would surely outclass an ordinary man, by the look of things - and bloody footprints lead outside, spaced greatly apart - only to be lost when they pass a stream.
Upon returning to the town square, the mood is darker than ever. Now, nobody would be safe - even at night.
"The witches have revealed their true nature. Witness these two deaths - for they were at the hands of these cruel abominations."
"We must have a lynch by sundown, or this will begin anew. Do not hesitate to name someone."
"You may begin."
Vector has died.
She was a
villager.
Ottofar has died.
He was a
miller.
The Day will end Wednesday, 9PM GMT.
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