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Seon

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Spoiler Backstory :
"Who the **** are they?" Shouted IceKommander.

"Shut up and eat your porridge," said the magistrate Seon. "They are mercenaries hired to protect this facility."

There was a murmur around the table.

"SILENCE! I WILL NOT HAVE ANY TALKING AROUND THE TABLE IN THIS GLORIOUS MOMENT!" The magistrate yelled. "Now people, as we all know, the moment of greatness is upon us. Soon, oh thank you," the magistrate graciously accepted a cup from a woman.

"Now, as we all know, the moment of glory is upon us. The Worldbreak is almost upon us, and Ceridwen will claim all our lives. The hated Bannor will finally be destroyed. But yet I believe that there are infiltrators in our midst as we speak. But I know who they are. Oh, I know who they are alright."

The magistrate took a sip from the cup.

"They are..." the magistrate turned green and planted his face into the porridge.

There was a silence around the table.

"What the hell did he say?" said BSmith the blacksmith.

Classical hero stopped playing the lyre.

"What the hell happened?"

"Lemme Check," said TheLastOne. He walked up to the innert body of Seon. "I think he was poisoned. Pottassium Cyanide."

"Who gave him that cup?!" shouted IceKommander.

"IT WAS HER!!!!" Earthling said in the voice dripping with foreign accent. He pointed at the woman.

Sonny the barmaid looked around, disoriented. "What the hell? What am I doing here?" she said.

"Kill her!" TheLastOne shouted. He charged towards Sonny, who screamed and runned towards the door.

Unfortunately, the building was a rather old one, and all this shouting and running was not good for its masonry. A pile of rock suddenly dropped and flattened Sonny. Her arm stuck a little out of the pile. The dust from the collapsing ceiling got into the eyes of TheLastOne, who stumbled backwards.

Straight into the sword of Duke Blackstone.

He looked at the sword, which had the gasping, dying body of TheLastOne skewered to it.

He looked at others, who were all staring at him intently.

He dropped the sword. Others picked up stones.

"KILL HIM!" somebody shouted. Dozens of stones piereced the air and hit Duke Blackstone in the head. Like that, he was stoned to death. He then proceeded to fall backwards and through his own swords. TheLastOne died moments before Duke Blackstone did, so he had a pleasure of knowing that for the first time, he was the first one to die that was not an NPC.

"Did we get them all?" somebody said.

That's not what you should be concerened about at the moment, a voice replied.

"Wait, who was that?" They turned to see Kennigit, who was wearing a hocky mask and wielding a chainsaw. "DIE MORTALS! Kennigit Jason shouted, charging into the masses. He cut off sprig's head off. classical hero struggled to lift the heavy lyre as a shied, and forgot about it. He grabbed civplayah instead, tied him up using lyre wires, and began to use it as a great sword to Kennigit Jason. It had the same effect as bringing a tissue to a tank fight, and Kennigit Jason cut classical hero's head clean off after it carved through civplayah. It seemed as if all was lost....

When landlubber recalled his pirate experiences and pulled out a dart gun (wait what?!) He shot a needle containing bunch of marijuana extract and shot it through Kennigit Jason's heart. He immediately began to stumble around, and he neatly chopped through the head of Verarde, who was chewing on a drumstick at the time. Drumstick's dying body spit out the bones of the drumstick and it went flying into the open mouth of BSmith, who died choking. Jason fell through a window.

Takhisis, unwilling to let a good drumstick go to waste, picked it up out of the dead body of Bsmith and used it to play the drums. CCrunner said that he had enough and leapt out the window.

Down below, Robbiecon was robbing Daveshack's shed, who was cowering nearby, hoping that the robber does not notice him. Jason Kennigit suddenly fell through the roof and flattened Robbiecon. DaveShack breathed a sigh of relief when CCrunner fell through the roof and flattened him too.

At up, however, Zack decided to take a more proactive choice. He pulled out his Zaknikitel and shot Takhisis in the head 3 times, vaporizing him. "Anyone who plays the drums again, DIES!" he yelled. he suddenly heard someone else laughing. it was Backwards Logic.

He began to levitate off the floor and shot bunch of force lightning and everyone, killing them all in the most agonizing agony. He laughed... and laughed... and laughed.

When Renata suddenly grabbed onto his leg. She was somehow reborn! She then threw herself, and Backwards Logic, out the window.

Down below, Kennigit Jason was struggling out of the hole he created from the impact when both Backwards Logic and Renata slammed into him. Kennigit rolled his eyes and finally decided to die.

Back up, Winston was starting to rise. He merely pretended to die! Hahahaha! He said. "I win! I win!"

Then a stone dropped on him. The damn masonry.

The magistrate opened one eye and sat up. "Bloody idiots, he muttered."

Sonny rose from the pile of stones as well. "The damn styrofoam stones got into my mouth again!" she shouted.

"hey, wanna go out for dinner or something? The end of the world's not due for another week."

"Sure," Sonny said. They both walked out into the sunset.


But I jest. I shall write the real backstory shortly after a break :p

Spoiler REAL BACKSTORY :
Psyche!

Spoiler :
"Who the hell are they?" The man pointed towards the mercenaries.

"Sit down," the magistrate replied. "They are merely mercenaries, hired for the occassion. You know how it is, the Bannor's making their last struggle. All the soldiers were sent to defend the front lines. The higher order is pranoid that something terrible is gonna go off, I guess."

"But sir," the man replied. "We can do this alone. This place's surrounded by a moat AND a mountain. We are far from the Bannor lines. We can defend against anything here. If they send out a strike force, they won't even get past the walls!"

"Oh, do but go away. Order's an order," the magistrate replied. The man glared at the magistrate and left.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on the magistrate's door. "Come in!" the magistrate said.

"Oh, it's you," the magistrate said. "Well, what do you..." the magistrate paused to examine the thing sticking in between his eyes. "Wha..." the magistrate managed to say. He collapsed pitifully.

....................................................................................................................................................................................................

Somebody was walking some distance from the monastery. Whether it was to or from was completely unknown.

Then he died, and there were 24.



OF NOTE.

NO TALKING AT NIGHT. EVER.

NO TALKING IF YOU ARE DEAD. IF YOU ARE DEAD, YOU DIE.

No injuries in this game. If you are attacked, you die.

Vote: tag unneccessary.

RPing is good for everyone. I MEAN IT.

There may be more than one mafia faction.

The Wolves have been given a sample innocent role PM.
 
TheLiving 5/25.

Autolycus the Postulant

classical_Hero the Sheaim Archer

DaveShack the Servant

RRRaskolinkov the Sister

Zack the Sacrist

The Dead (19)

Sonne (Alternate Reality :p) the barmaid. (OR IS SHE DEAD?!?!)

Seon the Evil Magistrate.

landlubber the Sheaim Guardsman

choxorn the Abbot

IceKommander the Librarian

Earthling the Acolyte

Darth Caesar the Savant

Duke Blackstone the Guard Captain

Takhisis the Kitchener

TheLastOne the Librarian's Aide

Backwards Logic the Mercenary Bowman

Renata the servant girl

civplayah the Slave

Diamondeye the Mercenary Squad's Travel Wife

robbiecon the Mercenary Spearman

CCrunner the Mercenary Captain

Kennigit the Precentor

BSmith the Mercenary Swordsman

rhawn the Noble

sprig the Chamberlain

Verade the Infirmarian
 
Morning 1

The clock ticks.

The servant girl walks into the Magistrate's office and screamed. The magistrate's body lay crumpled on the ground, clearly dead. There is a small, yet deep, slit in between his eyes. Death was nearly instanteneous.

The Guard Captain immediately ordered the gates of the monastery be closed. The drawbridges were raised as well. It was logical thing to do. If a Bannor strike team attacks them now that their leadership was gone, then it would have spelled doom for everyone and the ritual.

But what it also did was to trap all 25 souls of this monastery inside the small building, where infiltrators already lurked...

The breakfast was eaten in silence. Everyone eyed each other suspisciously... Even though only one of them were dead so far. A few among the crowd, however, could not shake off a strange feeling. That there were more than one person dead...
 
Peace, brothers, Peace. Pax vobiſcum, brother ſeon.
Let us pray, and eat.
Why are there girls in the Monaſtery, Renata? This is an encloſed male-only community… or ſo it ſhould be.
 
Oh yes. By the way, most characters are purposefully gender neutral.
 
Pleaſe, my good ſir, the sacraments are reſerved to the men for good myſterious arcane reaſons best left alone. The girl muſt be ſent away from the monaſtery. ſhe could become a nun, though.
 
It seems that such a death could be caused with a... spear! I suspect the Mercenary Spearman.

:spear:
 
Hey, we killed eachother! I demand we team up.
 
The bowman gets up from the breakfast table, feeling quite filled from the meal he'd just eaten. He decides that now would be a good time to go do some patrol along the wall, just to make sure the Bannor weren't on their way. In the meantime, he find some targets in the distance to shoot at to hone his aim. Except there's one glaring issue.

He's crosseyed. And if you couldn't take a crosseyed bowman seriously, there's another slight impairment.

He has a lisp.

Neither of those things prevented him from being the best bowman the lands have seen though. He's itching to prove his worth and is almost too excited for the mood the rest of the monastery was in.

"Aye, a-Ha! I find you you evil infiltraterrrth. Are you hiding... Here?"

With that, he unleashed an arrow. Square into a crenelation not two feet in front of him.

"No? Well that was just a tetht. I knew that wathn't you... heh heh heh heh... Are you hiding... HERE?"

He swings wildly around, another arrow flying from his bow at high velocity. This one skewers a chicken.

"AHHH!! My lunch for the noon hour! You couldn't fool ME Mr. Chick-EN!"

At that moment his peripheral vision catches notice of some movement in the distance. His head twists violently toward its direction.

"What was that? I saw THAT! You will not ethape my notith!"

He focuses hard on whatever it is he sees in the distance. He tracks the moving target with uncanny precision. Calming himself, he mutters quietly under his breath. "Weady... weady... FIRE! HAHA!"

Another arrow launches at Mach II and pancakes into the ground. Turns out it was just a leaf.

"No? Well, it wath your lucky day! You won't be tho lucky next time! Jutht you wait!"

And with that he heads on over to the chicken he killed, arrow bisecting the carcass quiet symmetrically. It was a ready made rotisserie. Yum.
 
My good friend Duke Blackstone, surely you could at least be kind enough to call others by their proper names. ;) What sort of weird world did you think you had your upbringing in?
 
Ahh my dear Earthling, I was simply referring to his title. Saddly, i do not know these mercenaries by name. Was it Robbiecon, perhaps?
 
It's just seven minutes to midnight on the Doomsday Clock my man, and I agree I don't know these new mercenaries so well.
 
The Abbot attempts to think of something in-character to say, then realizes he has no idea what the hell an Abbot is.

But there's something about that landlubber, he who lubbs land.
 
How about CCRunner? A sheiam archer?

Kitchener make me some mutton stew. Servant clean up the mess that this mercenary squad tracked in here. Servant girl draw me a bath.

Now let's get down to business.
 
Actually, my dear Noble, someone had better clean up Magistrate's office, I intend to have a nice relaxful end of days, thank-you-very-much and I won't have it ruined by having to clean up dead bodies. So you will have to wait for your bath.
 
Abbot; I heard a rumour that you... 'prefer'... boys over a good healthy horsegirl like myself. Surely, that is a sign of a most wicked taint in your soul!
 
Abbot; I heard a rumour that you... 'prefer'... boys over a good healthy horsegirl like myself. Surely, that is a sign of a most wicked taint in your soul!
Autolycus pushes his glasses up and gives a curious glance at the "Travel Wife"
Madam, we are a monastery of Apocalyptic Sheaim. It would disturb me much more if there was not a most wicked taint on our abbot's soul. Myself, I would postulate that there is something strange about landlubber that he feels the need to wear his Sheaim nature on his sleave. After all, we're all Sheaim here. Except for maybe the mercenaries.
 
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