Morning Nine
Those living in the eastern wing of the castle had a pleasant surprise on the ninth morning of the crisis. It was the bright, warm sun shining through their windows, rising into a wide-open blue sky. The weather had cleared. The remaining denizens of the castle gathered in the courtyard again to enjoy the weather. There was a cool, stiff breeze, but the rays of the sun were surprisingly warm.
There was a light-hearted atmosphere among the shrinking mob as they assembled, this morning. Perhaps it was because the Seneschal's headcount hadn't yet been started, so they could forget for a time that the previous night had been marked by death. Yet considering how small the mob was getting, it wasn't long before someone realized that the
Seneschal, Adrogans, hadn't even shown up yet.
His room was empty. There was a smear of blood leading out of the room, and no signs that the Seneschal had been working against the castle he had served.
It was only after the mob returned to the courtyard and the Lord did his own headcount that everyone realized another person was missing. It was the
Sculptor, PaulusIII.
His room was a mess, with furniture smashed and overturned. Apparently the werewolf hadn't been able to find the Sculptor there and had released its frustration on everything present. That's what ended up being the Sculptor's doom - there was a false wall in the back of the room that had been destroyed when a table was thrown at it. The false wall led to a small alcove, an altar to Mulcarn, god of Winter. The Sculptor was there, torn to pieces. Apparently her unholy power hadn't been enough to save her. Her magic staff had been broken in two.
Another enemy of the castle had been killed. Now, the castle would need to hand out the items left unclaimed. The
Officer's Saber that had previously been voted to the Lord was found in the Seneschal's room and would need to be voted upon again. The Seneschal had also owned the
Key to the Catacombs, which led to the labyrinth of hidden passages beneath the castle. Lastly, the Mechanic had owned an odd weapon: a
Hand Cannon that looked both bizarre and deadly.
It is Day Nine!
Players, place your votes!
Votes for the Officer's Saber are Blue!
Votes for the Key to the Catacombs are Brown!
Votes for the Hand Cannon are Red!
Public posting is open!
Night falls in 48 hours!