Night 11 (?) Ends.
Another large story bit:
Day 12 Now Begins.
Y'all have about 23 hours to vote on someone to kill. Best o' luck to you all.
Another large story bit:
- Spoiler:
As anyone who's spent a long night trying to sleep in a quiet home might tell you, silence can be eerie some times. It's not always so silent. Sometimes the silence screams and hisses. Sometimes it only accents the creaks and groans of the environment. And sometimes it only serves as a constant reminder to how alone you truly are...
New Prosperity was once a bustling center of activity. Now the remaining inhabitants formed a small crowd at best. Everyone else, including friends, relatives, and strangers alike, was now dead. The eerie silence tore through the town's streets and paraded about town hall. The dry echo of the vast desert surrounding town only made the ambiance all-the-more chokingly hostile. The mayor himself hadn't been seen since the brief showdown outside of Vapid's estate. Some thought he'd fled town somehow. Or maybe the wolves did him in too. It hardly mattered to most.
On the dawn of the twelfth day, the villagers woke up to a suspension of ash floating around lackadaisically in the air. The bits of ash nearly hovered perfectly still in the absolute silence of the air, and formed little wisps and trails as the villagers moved about. Villagers all slowly converged on town hall. Several, while walking past, noticed that Slade's house had been burned down. Most were too apathetic now to care. The past days' slaughters had desensitized them to such matters.
Slade's corpse was found, less than surprisingly, in front of the town hall. His small ewok was nowhere to be found. His corpse was slashed and missing a few limbs. Nothing that the villagers hadn't already seen countless times. But what the villagers were shocked to find at the town hall was The Mayor himself, leaning against the town hall building, cigarette in hand.
The Mayor was not looking good at all. He appeared to have aged 20 years in his brief period of absence. The villagers may have been initially angered by his previous actions, but they could now tell that he was just as troubled as they were. They let him be and gradually shuffled over to Slade's burnt down home.
Slade had left his home the previous night, expecting his own fate. But why had the house been burned down? Had there been something inside the house that the wolves wished to remain a secret? Had Slade left behind clues?
The villagers began the arduous task of sorting through the debris. They formed into teams and hoisted away the still glowing wooden beams, and began to sift through the burnt papers and artifacts.
"I got something here!" one villager shouted. The rest filed in, slightly interested.
It was another copy of The Aphid Vampire's Guide to Endless Power. However, this one was filled with scrawlings and notes. The handwriting was undoubtedly Slade's.
The first and most striking addition to the book was that Slade had written and circled Vapid Seraphim's name on the front cover. In addition, the year 1402 was written under his name. This was known to be the year of the "book"'s publication.
The villagers quickly opened the singed tome and began to search for the page concerning the medallion that Vapid had taken an interest in before his demise. The very same amulet was found on page 217.
"The Amulet of Souls
The Amulet of Souls is a dark artifact indeed. After absorbing ten souls, it can be placed on a natural shadowstone altar to allow for passage between the physical realm and the realm of spirits.
This long-coveted amulet is an immortality-type artifact, as the spirit realm which it connects to contains a liquid unique to it that hereforth shall be referred to as nectar. Drinking of nectar allows for an entire renewal of youth, and may be used to prolong the life of any individual who should so desire. However, such immortality is not truly permanent, as-"
At this point, the page burned out and became impossible to read. The villagers tore out those relevant pages for later reference.
The villagers were on their way out to leave when the frontmost walker spotted something that stopped them in their tracks. On the smoldering remains of Slade's desk was a portrait. Many recognized this portrait as having previously been hanging in town hall next to the famous founding member's shot, but only now was the significance of the photo realized. The photo featured a youthful and energetic Vapid Seraphim staring off to the side, arms on his hips. It was reminiscent of the statue in his home. Vapid's attire was gaudy and yet sophisticated at the same time. And about his neck hung a ruby amulet.
Day 12 Now Begins.
Y'all have about 23 hours to vote on someone to kill. Best o' luck to you all.
