Night 1



autolycus didn’t know why he was here and what he was supposed to do. He, the most unlikely vampire hunter of all times. A man who, at the age of 30, still very much prefered playing silly games over the serious work of hunting vampires. And they expected him to catch the mightiest vampire?

Playful, youthful, singing and dancing through live, autolycus felt more like a happy child than a serious vampire hunter. He was pretty sure nobody would miss him.

Walking through the narrow streets of Granada, looking at the magnificent Alhambra in the moonlight, he shrugged. There were much better things in live than hunting vampires.

He had his resignation letter well prepared:

“ Dear Naib,
“ I don’t want to hunt vampires. I want to play games! I’m sure you don’t need me to save the world. Besides, I
" very much prefer games in which you have to conquer the world!
“ I think my time is much better spent playing games, so it's probably best for me to just leave.
“ Good luck to you and have fun finding vampires!
" Yours truly,
“ autolycus, retired vampire hunter.

He nodded to himself. That should do. A nice, short letter. He kept walking through the city, looking for a mailbox to post his official resignation letter.

Unfortunately for him, he never got to post his beautiful and well thought out letter. From out of nowhere, a poisoned silver dagger floated through the air and burried itself deeply in the flesh of his neck.

A shady figure kneeled next to the body and took back the dagger.

“I’m so sorry, but I had no choice.”

The shady figure left the scene.

***


Yaropolk was ready for this.

He was a true vampire hunter and a child of his time. Silver daggers were all nice and dandy, but why limit yourself to archaic weaponry, when there were machine guns and rocket launchers!

Carrying silver bullets and silver rockets was no problem for this muscled man, made out of steel. Working out was his life! He was born to kill vampires! He was ready for this battle and he was sure to enter history as the man who saved the world! The Rambo and Chuck Norris of all vampire hunters! And above all: tough and masculin!

Those ancient vampire wusses with their inferior skills were no match for this “Nouveau Chasseur de Vampires”. Yes, French. Being a child of your time doesn’t mean you can’t have style or class.

But no silver rockets tonight. No need to carry a large arsenal here, in Sacromonte at night. Two magnum .357 guns with silver bullets, five silver daggers and his superior martial arts skills would be more than enough. Yaropolk was going to the discoteca, but first he would dance the Zambra at one of the many famous caves.

During his first days here in Granada, he had noticed many good looking women. An excellent place to show his well trained body and his superior dancing skills!

Still walking down the streets of Sacromonte, he didn't notice the cloaked person following him.

When he entered a very narrow street, the cloaked figure jumped forwards and hit Yaropolk on the head with a wooden club.

"Aw! That hurts!"

The cloaked man ignored the complaints and hit Yaro a second time, in the stomache.

"This is not fair! You attacked me from behind! And you're hurting me!", Yaro said, his upset and not very masculin high voice trembling with fear.

For a brief moment, the cloaked figure looked down at his victim and then hit him plain in the face with an iron fist.

Yaropolk started to cry. "Boohoohoo! This hurts. I no longer want to be a vampire hunter! Boohoohooo!"

His attacker started shaking his head for a brief moment. Then he unsheethed a silver blade to seperate Yaropolks' head from his body.

The cloaked figure hastily disappeared into the darkness.

***

Day 2 - Generalife


The Silver Daggers arrived in the Generalife. Most of them fresh and eager to start a new day. Others were exhausted, namely those residing in the same hotel as the weird Dutch brother who had been talking and yelling for the entire night. While they were all waiting for the Naib to start the proceedings, some already knew who they wanted to lynch...

Naib Secura looked around and saw everybody was present.

"The situation is worse than we thought, brothers and sisters. Two of our members have been found dead in the streets of Granada. To prove their ruthlesness, our adversaries have even killed a brother who was about to retire from his duties."

Secura paused and then continued.

"It is now clear beyond doubt that we have been infiltrated."

She sighed and sat down.

The Brotherhood started to talk...

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Alive (38)

1. Askthepizzaguy
2. TheFlax
3. Niklas
4. Renata
5. Sasaki Kojiro
6. Beskar
7. Diana Abnoba
8. Double A
9. TinCow
10. atheotes
11. The Stranger
12. GH
13. Methos
14. Ibn-Khaldun
15. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
16. Romanic
17. Captain Blackadder
18. Csargo
19. Jolt
20. Psychonaut
21. Greyblades
22. YLC
23. Peasant Phill
24. Seon
25. Chaotix
26. Joooray
27. AVSM
28. slashandburn
29. Kukrikhan
30. White_Eyes:D
31. Beefy187
32. Secura
33. Kagemusha
34. Centurion1
35. pevergreen
36. 'khaan
37. johnhughthom
38. Scienter

Killed (2)

autolycus
Yaropolk

Lynched (0)

WoG (0)

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