The Scribe's Tally Sheet
CrownOfFire: Azure Sepulchre, Jim Groovester, Bdthemag, Leafsnail, lordnincompoop
Dariush: CrownOfFire, Jokerman-EXE, JoshuaFH, Max White, Solifuge, Toaster, Vector
Max White: Dariush
As the sun sets, the Scribe calls out the final tally. Five votes for CrownOfFire, and seven for Dariush. Muttering curses as he is dragged up to the execution platform, he casts dark glances at all of those who voted for him
"Gah. I hate you! I hate you all! I was promised riches! Power! Where is it, I ask you? Where?" he asks, as the executioner readies his axe.
You all look around, puzzled. The High Priest steps forward and opens his mouth to speak, but is too late. The axe chops downwards, silencing the condemned man before he can say anything else.
With a shake of his head, the hierophant steps up. The Executioner stammers his apology. He was too far in the swing to stop, apparently.
"No matter. I shall look over his body. Perhaps that will answer some questions." he waves the executioner off to the side before kneeling next to the body.
After a few moments he mutters a prayer and rises, ignoring the pool of blood soaking into his robes. "Friends, I fear that things are darker than I had thought. This man was the Slave of a Vampire. Tainted of blood and mind. If we can find the Vampire, then we can perhaps save our town. But beware, for no man or woman here can be trusted with such a creature on the loose. Now, head to your homes and lock them up tight. It is not safe on the streets!"
With that the crowd disperses as people flee to the safety of their homes.
Night has fallen. Send in your actions!