Morning Seven
The castle woke quickly on the seventh day. The previous day, the lynch mob against the Bard had been forgotten, and there had been no chance to discuss the actions of the Groundskeeper. The snow was coming down thickly, to the point that it greatly limited visibility. The splotch of red in the courtyard wasn't easily identifiable.
One by one, the crowd gathered around the red form, struck speechless by the sight. It was a statue that had always been there, of a warrior with sword upraised. The sword was blunt stone, but that hadn't stopped the werewolf. The savaged, miserable form of the
Bard, Frozen In Ice, was impaled there, bloody claw marks on his body, and what appeared to be his severed arm laid nearby.
He coughed. The growing circle of people around him shrunk back. The Bard was still alive, if only barely. With his one remaining eye, he surveyed the gathered denizens, and with the last of his energy, he breathed a curse.
"You'll all die."
Suddenly, a wave of black swept over the courtyard, a black so deep that no one could even see their hands before their faces. An unearthly wail was heard, full of despair, and when the darkness lifted, the Bard was gone. The Angel of Entropy had taken his disciple with him to Hell.
Following his departure, there was an odd feeling among those assembled, like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. Yet, there was yet another missing. The Astrologer's room at the base of her tower showed the telltale signs of the other killers. The
Astrologer, oyzar had been surprised, there was a struggle, and the result was a bloody trail from the room.
There remained some items that would need to be distributed. Firstly, most of the late Merchant's wares were clearly useless to the castle, but he had owned a fine
Officer's Saber that could be put to use. The Astrologer had also held the
Key to the Observatory, which would allow access to the tower in which she had spent most of her time. Meanwhile, the Paladin was released from his cell. He looked incredulous when informed that a servant of Agares had died just moments ago, but had no choice but to take everyone's word for it.
The castle had much to think on, after the events of the previous day. The killers had taken their toll, and now noticeably less living people were among the mob. Three people who had been working against the castle had been revealed, but there were surely more to be found, and the time to find them was not unlimited.
It is Day Seven!
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