Re: The Shadow Fort Summary Thread
The Shadow Fort, Day Nine.
The clouds had cleared, and so the fort was dimly lit at night by the stars and moon in the sky. Splitpersonality was walking to his room through the snow when he heard footsteps in the snow behind him.
He stopped and turned. Two men were behind him holding swords. Split heard movement in front of him and saw two more armed men approach to block his path.
“So this is how it ends, is it?” asked Split grimly, drawing his own sword. The four men advanced cautiously.
“Your time has come!” exclaimed one of the men, holding something in his off hand. With that signal, the attackers lunged forward to strike.
Split tried to ward off the blows, but was outnumbered and surrounded. The attackers struck repeatedly, and Split only stood for a few seconds. During that time the hood fell off of one of his attackers.
“Beskar!” exclaimed Split, but Beskar paid no heed. Seconds later Split was cut down and fell to the ground, staining the snow red. An attacker stood over him to deliver a final thrust to his heart.
Split recognized the face and cried out, “Khaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnn!!”
The light left his eyes, but his attackers were not finished. They set about their task with a grave determination and left the snow much bloodier still. The head of Split was nowhere to be found in the morning.
The bartender at the tavern was still alive, and that had to count for something, thought A Completely Inoffensive Name. He was sitting with his back to the wall, eating a fried ham sandwich with strawberry jam. There were a half dozen people in the tavern, so he figured no one would burst in to attack him.
He was almost done when he noticed the room had become silent. He looked up and saw the bartender had made a hasty exit from the room. All the customers were now standing and facing him.
ACIN quickly assessed his chances of escape. They were not good.
He looked over the faces, then spoke, “Do you people know why my death is going to be better than yours?” The group stirred uneasily, reaching for their weapons.
“Because I have just finished a delicious meal. I expect the rest of you lot will be killed hungry and cold, cut down in the snow. If none of us can escape, then at least I won’t go to meet God with numbed fingers and frozen skin.”
“Enough of this talk!” exclaimed one of the attackers, “Let’s finish him!”
The attackers all drew swords and moved towards ACIN. For all his serenity, ACIN wasn’t going to go quietly. He picked up the wooden plate and hurled it at the nearest attacker. The plate and remaining food hit him square in the face.
ACIN was close behind, leaping over a table and drawing a knife before jumping at his attacker, who was trying to rub food out of his eyes. His momentum brought them both to the floor, with ACIN on top of the attacker.
The other attackers were only steps away, and running between tables as quickly as possible, but ACIN paid them no mind. He slashed his knife across the throat of his attacker – two times to be sure – before starting to plunge the blade into the chest of his attacker. ACIN managed to stab three times before the closest attacker came and sliced halfway though his neck.
With a gurgle as blood poured down his body, ACIN became limp and tumbled over, dead.
Beneath him Methos was also dead. But the attackers were not done with ACIN; they dragged his body onto a table and pulled out knives and other weaponry. When they were done his head was completely separated from his body.
Elsewhere in the fort, a man had paused between some buildings. Csargo had an eye for observation, and something was not right with the snow in front of him.
As he looked a man came around the corner, wearing robes.
“My child, where are you going at this time of night? Shouldn’t you be praying?”
Csargo drew his sword, “You are no priest, and your ill-conceived costume does not fool me. Also, you have a spear slung over your back.”
With that, Csargo turned and saw another man holding a warhammer. This attacker advanced, ready to strike. Csargo tried to dart past him, but the quick swings of the warhammer prevented him.
The robed attacker had taken out his spear and ran forward. Just as Csargo was close to getting past the second attacker, the first stabbed the back of his leg with his spear. Csargo cried out in pain and fell to one knee, still trying to fend off the warhammer.
The spear carrier struck again, this time piercing his back, and Csargo fell forward into the snow. The man with the warhammer landed a blow onto Csargo’s spine, then turned him over. Producing a knife, he slit Csargo’s throat to make sure he was dead.
The two attackers made their way off into the darkness.
“Wake up sir,” insisted Hans again.
A bleary eyed Gerard rolled over, “And to what point? To learn of more dead men? You give the people the report yourself.”
“Surely you haven’t gone mad,” said Hans.
Gerard grumbled, got up and began putting on his uniform. He did not both securing all the buttons.
Down in the hall he spoke to the group of people, “We have some good news from the investigations. The man you lynched, Psychonaut, was a Turkish spy. My men found objects that confirm his identity, including some communications with Turkish generals.
“Alas, though, Myrddraal was just a simple traveler. The only thing of note my men found was a cello in his room.
“GeneralHankerchief was something else. From his belongings, including various items for long forest journeys, he looked to be some sort of tracker or huntsmen.
“Finally, Subotan appears to be some sort of professional killer. We found a large array of weaponry in his room. It was all kept in good shape; oiled and stored well. It’s not clear what his purpose in the fort was, though we found some notes from a Holy Roman Empire Lord.”
“Our days are drawing to a close. Find the killers or there will be no one left.”
It is now the day phase! This phase will last for 31.5 hours, until 9 PM PST Friday April 2.
Alive:
Beskar
Jolt
atheotes
Sasaki Kojiro
Joooray
TinCow
Askthepizzaguy
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Sigurd
Yaseikhaan
Lynched:
Kagemusha D2
Secura D3
Ibn-Khaldun D4
Cultured Drizzt Fan D5
Psychonaut D6
Beefy187 D7
Captain Blackadder D8
Killed:
Chaotix N2
Seamus Fermanagh N2
A Very Super Market N2
Winston Hughes N3
Centurion1 N3
Diamondeye N4
Thermal Mercury N4
pevergreen N4
Autolycus N5
Seon N5
TheFlax N5
Slashandburn N5
johnhughtom N5
Subotan N6
GeneralHankerchief N6
Myrddraal N6
Scienter N7
Reenk Roink N7
Renata N7
Methos N8
Csargo N8
ACIN N8
spL1tp3r50naL1ty N8
Forced to Wander the Snow:
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