The town awoke to the sound of the constant ringing of the church bells, signalling yet another emergency. Had there been another murder? Who has been the victim of last night's darkness?
The usual crowd gathers, a hushed murmur among them, all wondering who had not made it through the night. It was then that they noticed a large plume of dark smoke rising over the north part of the town. A man runs from towards the group, shouting at the top of he's voice. As he gets closer they could make out he's words.
“Fire!”, he screams, “The library is on fire!”
The town hurries towards the source of the smoke, the grand old liberay, a large stone building. Although the building itself will not light, the books inside it are quickly consumed in the flames while the villagers are helpless to do anything but watch. Countless books, scripts and scrolls are all destroyed, and with it so much knowledge lost. The history of the town, the biology of surrounding plants and animals, and the glyphs and runes of the ancient language, all gone.
As the fire dies down, and it becomes safe to combat, men and woman douse the flames with buckets or water, carrying them from a near by well. Soon all that is left is smoke and ash... And glyphs. Inside the library ruins on the ground is a large circle of runes forming a glyph. An old man steps forward to examine it's workings.
“It is a teleportation spell”, he announces, as he studies it's workings and inner junctions. “It should not have worked, not now, with things as they are. Who ever cast this must have known that the energy put into this spell would set fire to the books...”
“A teleportation spell? Then wouldn't the bastard sort of... Not be here?” asks another man, slightly younger than the one looking over the remains of the spell.
The crowd look at each other, wondering who has missing. Soon it became clear that Atlus Gravesong, the younger brother of the man they had lynched yesterday, was absent.
“It would seem”, started the old man as he stood back up, “That one of the most gifted mages this town has ever seen has left us. It is a shame, he may have been able to help us in our hour of need.”
The man with a broadsword strapped to he's back stepped forward.
“We can not let this stop us from our duty. Let this man's escape be an inspiration, that one day we will all be able to leave here on our own free will as he has done today. Now tell me, who's blood shall be next?”
As the group walks back to town square, they notice something they had not before the fire. On a near by wall, an announcement has been posted.
We would like to remind you that the Woodfell postal service exists for the benefit of the townsfolk of Woodfell, and we would appreciate if you made an effort to avoid causing grievous bodily harm to our employees. Your local postal service is responsible for a variety of services, including, but not limited to, posting approved community service announcements.
~ Albert Vessa of the Woodfell Office Of Deliveries
Nobody has been killed!Simple (Atlus Gravesong, the younger brother) has filled he's win condition.Day two has begun!