Kennigit
proud 2 boxer
Soul Scourge
Prologue

Prologue
The champions gathered in Hrothguard, ready to face the harsh winter winds. Life was tough these days, as it had been for the few centuries since the fall of the Council. The mountain was an unfertile rock as far as the farmers were concerned, and even the lands at the base bore little fruit and it was a constant struggle to fight the frost; the tundra made it difficult for roots to take hold, and the growing seasons were short. The periods of 48 hours of warm daylight followed by 24 hours of total frozen darkness certainly didn't help for the health of the plants. But with careful planning, there was enough to steadily build up a surplus, something to last the winter, and the city did provide safety. A stronghold, away from the factional fighting in the rolling plains. No real chance of getting murdered in your sleep in some raid by a warring faction. Or so it seemed.
Thought the sky was gray and dismal, the people though certainly did not express any deep sorrow. Introductions were made all around as the "Champions" socialised amongst themselves rather cheerfully.
"Hi there!" "Howdy! Is John here yet?" "Wow that's a cool spear you got there" "One time I shot a deer straight from 100m away!" "Utavarhotvankarash! DEATH TO THE HUMAN KIND" "My name's Bill, um Randy was it?"
Just then, a man named Kennigit frantically began to speak up.
"THEY ARE HERE! THEY HAVE RETURNED! EVERYONE TO YOUR QUARTERS, I SHALL CONCOCT A POTION CAPABLE OF WARDING THEM OFF, AT LEAST FOR A WHILE"
"What's here?"
"Why the daemons of the Fall! The very creatures of myth that wiped out the elves and the dwarves, the bringers of this chaos! THE SOUL SCOURGE! And I'm afraid one of them may be among us!"
Everyone gasped. Some were scared. Some were not. Murmurs erupted throughout.
"They're real?" "It doesn't seem like that big of a deal to be honest, I mean, Kennigit said he can ward them off...." "No no, I thought they were all destroyed! How could they return, after what, a century?" "THERE ARE TWO OF US HERE, YOU PUNY HUMANS SHALL MAKE MY FEAST" "Where the heck is John?"
But, everybody listened to Kennigit. They retired for the night.
Day 1
The champions all gathered, waiting for Kennigit to show back up. After a while, they decided to look at his quarters. What they found was not a pretty sight. Kennigit layed motionless on the ground, yet no pool of blood or entry wounds were on his body. The champions looked at his eyes, and that was a sight that could never be forgotten: Kennigit seemed more than simply dead, he seemed.....drained. As if his very essence was ripped apart from him.
Spoiler :
Kennigit was a Hostman!

"Well what do we do now?" "Someone must have killed him!" "*Burp* mmm not me!" "Well WHO?"
It was decided that a lynch should be decided upon in these 48 hour days. The plurality would decide all lynches. In case of a tie, the first to reach that number would be lynched. No lynch was an option.
Vote for somebody in BOLD or in Vote: BOLD format.
Unvote with
Day 1 ends in:
[TIMER=2/22/2015 10:30 PM PST; Day 1 Over][/TIMER]
[TIMER=2/22/2015 10:30 PM PST; Day 1 Over][/TIMER]
Please see signup thread for rules! No screenshotting or quoting host or other PM's, otherwise you are fairly free! Any updates are just flavor text, i.e no clues or anything are in the updates









