The Good, The Bad and The Ugly - Large Mafia [Concluded]

[Myrddraal]

Morning, Day 1

The ravages of the Civil war had left many towns desolate, Ghost Towns.



In one such town Mithrandir had stopped from his travels to bathe and cook up some food in the privacy of abandonment. Little did he know that he was not alone; a man had been following his trail, and arrived in town just as Mithrandir was preparing to leave.



Mithrandir took a swig from his bottle and walked to the door as he did up his belt, but before he could reach it, three bullets burst through the thin wooden planking and hit him in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.



The door swung loudly open, revealing Mithrandir's executioner, who took two steps to stand over his body. Shaking his head gently, he spun on his heels, mounted up, and rode on.


OOC:

This time only I will tell you the role of the victim. Mithrandir was an innocent townie. {BHC}AntiWarmanCake88 has informed me that he can't continue to play, and so I am offering to Mith the chance to take his place in the game.