Morning Two
For the second time, the sun rose to illuminate a death in the castle. The sky was overcast, and the sun's light was dimmed. This time, virtually everyone woke with the first weak rays to come through their windows. No one wanted to stay alone in their rooms any longer than necessary.
As the crowd milled about in the courtyard, the Seneschal stood atop the gallows to count heads. Finally, he turned to his master standing down below. "Two missing, m'lord! The
Vicar and the
Painter!"
It'd didn't take them long to find the Painter. Even before anyone thought to check her room, a murder of crows could be noticed gathering around a section of the castle's battlements. The scavengers scattered as the denizens of the castle approached, revealing the Painter's mauled body, torn almost in half by the werewolf's sharp claws. The Healer winced and turned away, but there was obviously nothing to be done.
Next, as one, the group went towards the Vicar's rooms. They opened the door, and the first few people into the room found it empty of signs of life, but for a spatter of blood on the writing table. The Seamstress looked about ready to be sick, and the orcish Hunter gritted his teeth and punched the stone wall.
The Lord waved away the smelling salts offered to him by the Butler and walked to the scene of the crime. On the table was a letter. It had a few drops of blood on it, but it was still legible. The denizens of the castle crowded into the small room, all trying to get a glimpse.
"To serve Lugus is to open one's own eyes. The God of Illumination gives us knowledge of all possible pasts, presents, and futures. I have lived my life with this knowledge, and now, I know that my unavoidable death is close.
"I cannot avoid it, and so I will use my last moments to illuminate you all on the nature of the threat you face. Know that I have been working with the werewolf among you. It was what I had to do, and I do not regret it, because I have seen"
The letter abruptly stopped. The Lord turned the paper over, but nothing else was written on it. The Vicar had been abruptly killed before finishing his last testament. The Lord backed away and let everyone else have their own look at the letter. The Vicar hadn't managed to say everything he wanted to, but one thing was clear.
Next, a few people went to check on the Jester. She was still imprisoned, though the humor of the situation was apparently not lost on her. She would stay there until the next dawn.
For now, the matter of voting was placed before the living, free denizens of the castle. And not just for executions or imprisonment - though after facing death two mornings in a row, they were less inclined to settle for mere imprisonment in the first place. The Beggar raised a shout when he saw an odd item among the Vicar's possessions. It was a
Staff of Lugus, tipped with a golden orb that caught the weak light and magnified it severalfold. The Painter had also been in charge of the
Key to the Studio. Voting would commence on those items as well.
It is Day One!
Players, place your votes!
Votes for the Staff of Lugus are Gold!
Votes for the Key to the Studio are Brown!
Lynching requires half of all cast votes!
Public posting is open!
Night falls in 48 hours!
