Night 6 - Conclusion




The moon was shining over the Alhambra.

Standing in the dark, on the small balcony of his hotelroom, enjoying the magnificent scenery, YLC sipped from his coffee. Such a beautiful city, such a rich history, he simply couldn't get enough of it. And the food! An endless variety of tapas; eating in Andalusia never gets boring. YLC regretted the circumstances under which he had to be here.

His cup was empty and he decided to go inside. He closed the window and switched on the light. Looking for the latest manual on vampire hunting, YLC sighed. He didn't feel like reading. He wasn't in the mood to concentrate and read boring work related literature.

He put the book back on the shelve, switched out the lights again, picked the bottle of sherry and a glass and went back to his balcony, to sit down and enjoy the magnificent view.

While he was drinking and just sitting there, he slowly got carried away by sweet dreams and fantasies about medieval times, the Moorish rulers of this city and how it would have been if he had lived in that era.

After his third glass of sherry, YLC suddenly felt bursts of inspiration, so he decided to stand up and to go inside to take a pencil and some paper.

A few minutes later, he came back and yelled at the moon: "This is an excellent night for poetry! Oh lovely city, let me honor your beauty!"

That said, he sat down and began to write.

He never saw the cloaked figure nor the wire coming. YLC struggled for a few moments, but his attacker was too strong and he got strangled to death.

The killer paused for a while, then drew his knife and made a large cut in YLC's throat.

Before leaving, the attacker looked at the sheet of paper.

"Granada, beautiful Granada,
" With your red fortress
" and your dangerous hunter
" for red blood
" Granada, oh beautiful...

The rest of the poem was unreadable, due to the blood ...

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The cool breeze sent shiverings down here spine. She shouldn't be here and she knew it very well. By being here, she was ignoring the advice she had given the daggers a few days ago, when she was still their Naib.

She shrugged. Some of them had been killed in their own rooms, so why should she stay inside? It wasn't much safer in their hotels. And all the tourist information said the Albaicin is an absolute must to visit.

But there was another reason to be here: Albaicin is where the daggers won their last major victory agains the vampires by killing Alim. She simply couldn't resist the temptation to visit this part of the city.

However, in spite of her thoughts about the fascinating ancient streets and houses, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being followed. The former Naib kept looking left and right, while quickly walking back to her hotel.

Suddenly, a dark figure jumped in front of her. It had a wooden club in its' hands and swung it at her.

Secura owed her life to her excellent reflexes by quickly jumping aside, avoiding the deadly swing.

The dark figure yelled out its' frustration.

Secura decided she couldn't win this fight alone, and so she started to run. While she was running, she had an odd feeling of déjà-vue.

Tonight, she was not the hunter, but the prey, she realised. She should have known better. Running through the narrow streets of Albaicin, she feverishly started to think about a place to hide. An arrow barely missed her and she kept running. Wondering how the attacker did find her, wouldn't help. It was too late. She had to disappear. And quickly. Her senses told her that the Alhambra was behind her, so she had to go left, then right, then straight ahead and then she had to climb up the little house with the grey...

When she entered the alley, she realised her mistake. There would be no where to run. Disappearing was no longer an option.

Her follower came near, holding the wooden club in her hand.

"Meet my little friend," the attacker said, laughing.

Faster than ligthning, the club hit her head. She fell on the floor, her skull fractured. The last thing she saw, was the reflection of the moonlight on the blade that seperated her head from her body.

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Day 7




Renata looked up when the last dagger arrived. Slowly standing up, she looked briefly at the brotherhood.

"Our ranks are getting thinner by the day. We need to make progress!"

Before sitting down, the Naib seemed to remember something.

"Also, you will have to elect a Naib today. Chose wise, it is an important decision."

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Alive (23)

1. TheFlax
2. Niklas
3. Renata
4. Beskar
5. Diana Abnoba
6. Double A
7. TinCow
8. atheotes
9. The Stranger
10. Methos
11. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
12. Romanic
13. Captain Blackadder
14. Jolt
15. Greyblades
16. AVSM
17. Choxorn
18. Kukrikhan
19. Beefy187
20. Kagemusha
21. pevergreen
22. johnhughthom
23. Scienter

Killed (12)

autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura

Lynched (5)

Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D

WoG (0)

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It is now day. You can start voting. You will also have to elect a Naib. Day will last for +/- 24 hours.

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Announcement: johnhughthom will be replaced by Diamondeye.

I'm slowly running out of replacements. Some people risk to be WoG'ed...