Another day rose on the men... and the night had brought death upon them again.
First of all, the Champion was found dead. The Champion's features were contorted, he had died in pain. A dark green liquid leaked from his mouth; he had been dosed with a deadly poison!
What also drew their attention was that the Champion had gone all pale. At first it was suggested to be a side-effect of the poison, but then they reminded themselves of the Shadow just before he died. He had been just as pale as this... the Champion had been an Illian in disguise!
His body was thrown off the cliff, clear to see. A way of retaliation for he had tried to do to them, as a warning to the Illian reminant.
Another corpse had been found though.
The men were all looking at a corpse... the mangled body of the Berserker. He had been attacked during the night, and he had been hacked apart with a sword. Not even his great strength in combat had been able to save him from their enemy. The Mithril Sword was still stuck in his hand - he had woken up just in time to try and stop his attacker. But it was all in vain.
Nothing was found that indicated the Berserker's guilt. There was nothing left for the men to do than to mourn their comrade's fall.
The
Mithril Sword had resurfaced in the dead Berserker's hands, as well as a
flask of dark green liquid. It would be voted on, along with the execution.
It is now day! Thread is open again!
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