Night 4 Ends
And some of the village's odd ends are exposed...
After another long day and another futile attempt at catching their attackers,
Niklas was getting tired of it all. He sat down by his small table and poured himself a mug of mead. Good Khazak mead unlike the boring and flat drinks that the Bannor served. He took another swig of the mug but suddenly coughed violently. When he somehow failed to stop coughing, he started panicking instead and broke a sweat as he fell off his chair, landing on his hands and knees. He coughed up blood on his own floor and felt it sway sickeningly underneath him before he collapsed. When he was found in the morning, it was clear to see that the Stigmata had claimed him.
While all that was happening,
Love was walking down the street, humming a soft melody for himself, when suddenly someone slid out in front of him, dressed in armour and with a blade in hand. Love was slightly startled and turned around to find a way of escape, but another armoured figure had cut off the road behind him. Slowly, the two men closed in on Love, who seemed to be pretty relaxed about the whole situation. As they had gotten within strike range, one of the assailants declared:
"The village must be cleansed of heathen spirit! Die, follower of Agares!"
Love sneered:
"Agares? That short-fused guy? No, you're all wrong. I'm on another team entirely."
What happened next, the assailants hadn't foreseen. Love simply disappeared into thin air. The two armoured men turned around, searching the street with their eyes, when one of them felt a prod on his shoulder. He turned around, sword raised, only to hear Love's faint laughter down a small street. The attackers left the scene, their prey unharmed.
It is now Day 5!
Night comes in roughly 55 hours!
Until then, public posting is OPEN!
Please keep accusations in bold black!