Daggers in the Night - summary and information thread.

[Andres]

Night 9 - Conclusion

The moon was shining over the Alhambra, but TinCow didn't pay too much attention to it.

After his computer went down, he could no longer play Civ IV. He only had two books with him, and "DIY - Putting on paint clothes for dummies" was pretty boring.

So, there he was, enjoying a bottle of Spanish wine while reading "Famous Dagger Lawsuits". He particularly liked the episode about the brilliant interpretation of article 54 §3 of the Vampire hunting Code juncto article 23 of the Dagger Act in the famous Van Helsing vs. The Stranger case from 2000. Surely, this was something he could use tomorrow!

"This, this and this will certainly convince them!" he said, still amazed by the cunningness of the outstanding brilliant lawyer Andres Something mentioned in the book.

Yes, he would be well prepared now. A good thing that his computer broke down, so that he could finally pay some attention to this vampire hunting stuff. He'd probably save the brotherhood just in time.

He smiled confidently and opened another bottle of rosado. This country was great and, much to his surprise, they had some excellent wine. He shouldn't forget to buy a few bottles before leaving this place. There's always room for excellent stuff in his wine collection. Some of the bottles he planned to buy were pretty expensive, but surely his better half would understand. And if not, he'd just use the ultimate defence: "But it was on sale!" That'll teach her!

As he was thinking these fine thoughts, he didn't notice the dark figure sneaking up on him. Just when the killer was ready to hit TinCow on the head with a wooden club, his target suddenly exclaimed:

"Go ahead! Make my day!"

TinCow quickly jumped up and pointed his Magnum .44, loaded with silver bullets, at his attacker.

The attacker stayed ice cold and said to his victim: "You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?”

TinCow trembled.

His attacker slowly moved forward and nodded in approval: "A good man always knows his limitations.”

TinCow regained control over himself and he pulled the trigger. The gun made a soft clicking sound, but nothing else.

TinCow started to yell at the gun. "This stuff has cost me 8.000 €. It's designed especially for me! With that kind of money, I could have paid someone to renovate my house instead of buying that stupid DIY book! This is outrageous! A scandal! I will sue the idiot who sold me this rubbish gun! I... I... " TinCow was all red. Rage had taken over.

The attacker simply shrugged. "If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.”

TinCow looked up. "Are you still there?"

The attacker didn't answer, but simply jumped forward, swinging his club at TinCows' head. Before the brilliant man of the law hit the floor, his head was already seperated from his body.

The killer shrugged and left the scene.

***

"Wake up!"

He opened his eyes. He couldn't feel anything.

"Wake up!"

He tried to scream, but there was no sound. He tried to move his arms, but he couldn't.

"Wake up!"

Suddenly, he floated through the air. He saw a headless body. He looked down and to his aggony, he noticed that he didn't have a body. A flash and his head was being attached to his body again.

He remembered vaguely. "I'm atheothes. I'm dead."

The powerful creature standing in front of him nodded. "Indeed, and that's all you need to know about your past. Now go my child. Go."

***

Kukrikhan was in a hurry. He needed to go back to his hotelroom. He looked around and felt very hungry. Shaking his head, he ignored the hunger and continued to walk further.

Suddenly, he felt like someone was following him.

Kukrikhan stayed calm and walked forward; suddenly, he took a small, dark alley and turned around. Fast as lightning, he punched in the direction of his follower, but there was nobody there.

"No human being can be this fast."

"Much has changed since you last encountered us."

Kukrikhan looked at his attacker, who was sitting on a nearby rooftop.

"You won't kill me, my child."

Suddenly, Kukrikhan disappeared.

The dagger jumped down from the rooftop, turned to his left and threw his silver dagger.

The scream of a beast broke the silence, a raw sound of anger and frustration. Allthough the drugs had him in their grasp, the dagger lost his selfcontrol for a brief moment. Kukrikhan tried to take advantage of this by clawing at his attacker. But the dagger was fast, too fast, for the wounded Kukrikhan.

He decided that he would flee. But before he could start to run, the dagger grabbed him. Kukrikhan managed to throw his attacker off him and drew his blade. The dagger did the same and a fierce duel began in the streets of Granada. Attack, block, riposte, block, attack. The duel continued and both men were equally matched.

The dagger forced his opponent to the edge of a nearby ravine. Hardly noticing his bad position, Kukri kept fighting. Suddenly, he lost his balance.

The dagger swung his blade at Kukrikhan for a devastating blow, but Kurki's body was already falling down.

The dagger looked down. Nobody would survive this. He had done his job and would now return to his Naib.

***

Renata was fanatically reading an article about an ancient civilisation, when somebody knocked on the door of her hotel room.

Without thinking, she stood up and opened the door.

"You?"

The man standing in front of her didn't say a word.

"You!" she exclaimed. "This cannot be! You were dead! Decapacitated! This is not possible."

The abomination standing in front of her didn't answer, but stepped forward and grabbed Renata by her throat.

The former Naib was surprised by this attack, but her reaction was fast. She drew her silver dagger and stabbed her attacker.

atheotes simply kept strangling Renata with his bare hands. Renata kept stabbing her attacker, but he didn't bleed. He didn't make a sound. It was as if the knive couldn't hurt him.

This continued for more than a minute and Renata slowly lost her strength.

atheotes strenghtened his grip and was rewarded with a sickening cracking sound.

He opened his hands and the dead Naib fell on the floor, her neck broken. Immediately, atheotes' body dissolved and ashes and dust were carried away with a cold breeze...

***

Lightning and rolling thunder. Heavy rain was falling down.

Somebody could be heard screaming. A scream of joy.

"Finally! Finally! Power will be mine! I will rule! Ruuuule!

Then the lightning storm stopped as suddenly as it had started...

***

Day 10

Diana Abnoba was calm. The sight of the small group saddened her. Not too long ago, their numbers were much larger. It would take several generations to get back to their full strength.

"Three of us died last night," she said. "I ordered the death of one of them and we have reasons to believe that he was not human."

The Naib paused and continued: "TinCow got killed in the same way as many others. The death of Renata was..."

The Naib shrugged. "I have no explanation for it. It has never been seen before in our history."

Diana shrugged again. "But let us get down to business, shall we. We need to vote and we also need to elect a Naib today."

***

Alive (13)

1. TheFlax
2. Diana Abnoba
3. Double A
4. The Stranger
5. Methos
6. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
7. Jolt
8. Choxorn
9. Beefy187
10. Kagemusha
11. pevergreen
12. DiamondEye
13. Scienter

Killed (18)

autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata


Lynched (8)

Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar

WoG (1)
AVSM

***

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

[Andres]

Night 10 - Conclusion

The full moon was shining over the Alhambra.

At the graveyard, a figure wearing a dark cloak could be seen walking around. It stopped in front of one of the new graves.

"Wake up, now!"

Nothing happened.

"Obey me, you lazy slave! Now!"

Something appeared to be moving and suddenly, a hand became visible. It took a few more minutes, before a headless body crawled out of the grave.

"Your head, idiot! Take it and put it on your shoulders."

The corpse started digging with its' hands for a couple of minutes. It appeared as if it had found something. Another couple of minutes of digging and the corpse turned around, holding Secura's head in its' hands.

"Put your head where it belongs, you fool".

The remnants of Secura obeyed its' master and then waited.

"Ok, slave, these are my orders for the night..."

***

Jolt liked Spain and he knew the country pretty well, but there were some things his people simply did better.

Take Sherry. Of course, it isn't bad, but it can't beat the fine taste of Porto! And they had some decent wine in this country, but surely, nothing beats Madeira wine!

Sipping from his dry sherry, he continued the line of thoughts. Barcelona and Real Madrid. Bah. Ok, it were great soccer teams, but if you're looking for joy and exciting football, then surely, you needed to go watch Porto, or, even better, Benfica!

The somehow chauvinistic dagger was very busy comparing Spain to his country, slowly working towards the inevitable conclusion that Portugal was better than Spain in as good as everything. And so, he didn't notice the dark figure behind him, holding a wooden club in its' hands.

The attacker yelled "Olé!" and hit the target on the head.

Jolt fell out of his sofa and was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood and some pieces of his skull.

The attacker graciously stepped forwards, yelled "Olé" and beheaded the target.

Calmly, the killer stepped forward and sipped on Jolts' sherry.

"He's right. I prefer porto over this stuff any time of the day."

***

Choxorn was fanatically playing Civ IV on his laptop when somebody knocked on the door of his hotelroom.

"One moment please, just one more turn."

A few minutes passed and again, the person outside knocked on his door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, just one more turn."

Again a few minutes passed and again, the person outisde knocked on the door.

"Yes, yes, just one more turn!"

Three hours later.

With a loud crashing sound, Choxorns' door was utterly destroyed.

Secura entered his room, a glimpse of anger and frustration on her dead face.

Choxorn looked up briefly. "Oh, it's you."

and then turned back to his game.

After he finished his turn, he looked up and murmured "Weren't you dead or something?"

And then he continued playing.

Secura stepped forward and grabbed Choxorns' throat.

"Hey! What? Please, juste one more argh, argh, argh."

Secura kept pinching and squeezing Choxorns' throat and finally, he stopped kicking and moving. She tightened her grip a bit more and was rewarded with the sound of a breaking neck.

She opened her hands and Choxorns' dead body fell on the floor.

At the same time, Secura's body evaporated; soon there was nothing left of her, but dust and ashes.

***

Day 11

Diana was standing at the courtyard, overlooking the small group of remaining brothers and sisters.

With a grim expression, she walked towards the Naibs' seat.

"Let's talk," was all she said to open yet another day of lively debates.

***

Alive (10)

1. TheFlax
2. Diana Abnoba
3. Double A
4. Methos
5. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
6. Beefy187
7. Kagemusha
8. pevergreen
9. DiamondEye
10. Scienter

Killed (20)

autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata
Choxorn
Jolt

Lynched (9)

Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar
The Stranger

WoG (1)
AVSM

***

It's now day. You can start voting. Double A need to vote today or he'll get WoG'ed.

[Andres]

THIS UPDATE IS FROM DAY 10 AND NEEDS TO BE READ BEFORE POST 21 OF THIS THREAD.

Day 10 - Conclusion

Tempers flared as the souls of the dead seemed more lively than the souls of the living.

The Naib stepped forward, seemingly irritated by certain folks not voting. But someone who was usually talkative was strangely silent after losing a grand debate with the ghost of a metallic cow (), and it made everyone more suspicious of him. After counting the votes, a smile crept across the Naib's face. She snapped her fingers and one of the daggers brought her a lasso.

"Oh, I have been waiting for this for a long, long time. The Stranger, step forward please."

The Stranger looked at the Naib, and saw the gleam in her eye, and decided that running was his best option. Immediately the Naib was after him, easily keeping up with The Stranger as he tried to scamper away. He ducked around corners, he climbed up fire escapes, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, but the Naib was following him and not even breaking a sweat.

He eventually got turned back around, and dashed through the crowd. The Naib seemed to be enjoying herself, and began swinging the lasso. With one skilled toss, the lasso went over The Stranger and dropped down to his legs and began to tighten. The Stranger went down like a sack of potatoes, landing in the rocky sand face first.

Diana Abnoba pulled the rope as tight as it would go, and began to hogtie the young dagger with great enthusiasm. Suddenly he yelled: "You can't do this! I still have so much inspiration, so much to tell you! I have all this poetry in me and it needs to get out before I die!"

The Naib ignored him until a few daggers, slowly stepped forward, each of them holding a book in their hands.

"Ehm, hm, *cough*"

The Naib paused, seemingly annoyed.

"We bought his book and before he dies, we'd like him to sign it. You never know if he becomes famous after dead."

The Naib sighed, untied The Stranger and waved her hand. "Hurry up, will ya! I haven't got all day!"

The daggers quickly stepped over to The Stranger who signed their books, his eyes covered in tears.

When the small interruption was over, the Naib grabbed the rope and pulled it even tighther than the previous time. When The Stranger was tied up good and tight, his face expressing pain, she pulled out a pair of silver six-shooters and began shooting them into the air.

"Yeeee-hah!" the Naib shouted, as she began dragging the hogtied Stranger back to the center of the crowd.

"What are you going to do to me?" stammered The Stranger.

"You do remember all those lovely negative comments about women, right?" said the Naib.

"Yeah, it's quite obvious that a male-dominated society would have easily caught the Ancient One by now, and the only reason that we haven't is because of the total incompetence of the female establishment. You women are more concerned with your purses and your nails than you are about catching scum!" began The Stranger.

The Naib just stood there, shaking her head.

Scienter stepped forward from the crowd. "Let me do it, please... I promise it will be painful. Please, oh please..."

The wind began to blow, and it seemed to whisper in the voices of Secura and Renata... crying out for the blood of The Stranger.

The Naib listened to the wind with her eyes closed, and nodded solemnly.

"I understand you wish to do this, but you elected me Naib. And as a result, the responsibility.... and the pleasure.... is all mine," she said, smiling sardonically.

With a beastly scream, Diana jumped on top of The Stranger and pinned him to the ground. She began strangling him with the rope, but quickly switched to her bare hands. The Stranger gasped and struggled but there was no escape.

"Die! Die! Die!" roared Diana with pleasure. She lifted up his head and bashed it against the ground repeatedly, never loosening her grip. His face turned blue.

Just before The Stranger lost consciousness, Diana let go. The Stranger coughed and choked, and he struggled to catch his breath. But Diana lifted up her silver dagger and began stabbing him in the chest... in the stomach... just stabbing wildly. Anywhere the dagger landed would do.

The Stranger screamed in pain, as Diana stabbed him in the heart. Then she took her pair of silver revolvers and pointed them at The Stranger's head, and pulled both triggers. There wasn't much left of his head when it was over.

The other daggers were slightly disturbed by the level of violence, but at least one voice in the crowd yelled with approval, and Diana herself looked quite pleased.

She walked over to a wooden chest and opened it. In it were two swords; it were the blades of the former Naibs.

Diana grabbed a sword, stepped to The Strangers' body and cut off his both legs, screaming "This is for Secura!" Then she took the second sword and cut off the two arms, yelling "And this is for Renata!"

Suddenly, Scienter ran forward, holding her sword firmly in her hand and cut off The Strangers' head. "And this one is for me!!!!"

Both women then started to pour gasoline over the body parts. They stepped backwards and both lit a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke, they looked at each other and grinned. Two cigarettes were thrown simultaneously at the remnants of The Stranger. A big "woosh" sound could be heard and soon, all that was left of the talented poet were dust and ashes.

Scienter went back to her place and Diana, finally calmed down enough to be able to speak, softly said.

"Thank you for electing me as your Naib again. I'll do the best I can to save us from our enemy."

***

Lynch Tally:

The Stranger: 5 (Jolt, Choxorn, Kagemusha, Scienter, Methos)

Methos: 3 (TheFlax, The Stranger, Diamondeye)

Not voting: 5 (Diana (Naib), Beefy187, splitpersonality, Double A, pevergreen)

Naib Election:


Diana Abnoba : 6 (Scienter, Diamondeye, Kagemusha, Choxorn, Methos, Diana Abnoba)

TheFlax: 2 (The Stranger, TheFlax)

Not voting: 5 (pevergreen, Beefy187, Jolt, splitpersonality, Double A)

***

Alive (12)

1. TheFlax
2. Diana Abnoba
3. Double A
4. Methos
5. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
6. Jolt
7. Choxorn
8. Beefy187
9. Kagemusha
10. pevergreen
11. DiamondEye
12. Scienter

Killed (18)

autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata

Lynched (9)

Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar
The Stranger

WoG (1)
AVSM

***

It's now night. PM's please. Night will last for +/- 23 hours.

[Andres]

Day 11 - Conclusion

During most of the day, most Daggers stayed silent. Some whispers could be heard in the wind, but the living remained silent. At the end of the day, though, all had voted.

The Naib looked briefly at her notes. "There isn't much to count nowadays," she thought by herself, a sad look on her face.

Diana looked up and watched Kagemusha straight in the eyes. A sigh of relief could be heard from the man who ate 5 steaks a day.

“The decision has been made. You, Kagemusha, will die today.”

Kagemusha was very pale. Allthough the previous time he had been in this position things turned out very good for him, he didn't feel so comfortable now.

“Fear not, after the last execution, I have decided to make this one as painless as possible," the Naib said.

Suddenly a mobile phone went off. The Naib stared at Scienter, murmuring “you, of all people.”

Scienter blushed and quickly switched off the damnable device. “Sorry about that,” she said, silently.

“As I said, I have this painless…”

Another phone went off. The Naib was tapping her feet in a high tempo and sending angry looks at Diamondeye. “Ehm, hm, eh,” he said, quickly switching off his phone. “So sorry.”

The Naib inhaled and continued: “As I said…”

"Ring-Ring-Ring!"

pevergreen looked very embarrassed and switched off his phone, whispering a silent “sorry” while he suddenly stared at something very interesting, somewhere near his feet or so.

Barely managing to stay calm, Diana continued.

“As I said…” she paused. “Good, I take it that was the last interruption. I have decided to perform a painless…”

"Ring-ring-ring!".

Kagemusha picked up his phone and immediately started a lively conversation about how he was right in the middle of an important meeting, yeah, you know how it is, work, work, work, for 10 hours straight, 7 days a week, and yes, the weather was nice and…

The Generalife trembled as Diana screamed and yelled, outraged, frustrated, her head as red as a tomato.

“Screw painless executions!”

She ran towards Kagemusha, carrying a whip and with one lash, his phone floated through the air. Two more lashes and Kagemusha was already crying.

Diana ordered two daggers to tie him up.

“I’ll start with 30 lashes!”

After that was done, she asked for salt. Kagemusha, bleeding out of numerous wounds, was almost unconscious and didn't notice what was going on.

“Let this be a lesson for all of you cellphone addicts!”

The Naib poured the salt into the fresh wounds, causing Kagemusha to scream and beg for mercy.

Diana cruelly waited for 10 minutes, then picked up the screaming man and threw him on a woodpile. Pouring gasoline over him, she laughed.

“Here’s your cellphone back!” she yelled, and she threw it on the pile. Then she turned to the daggers and yelled: “All of you, throw all your cellphones on this pile, NOW!”

Too afraid to refuse, the daggers threw their cellphones on the pile.

The Naib smiled sardonically.

"As soon as one of the phones rings, the electrical spark will cause a nice big “Bang!” and then it’ll be over with this nonsense," she said, smiling triomphantically. Sombody caughed. "Oh yes, and Kagemusha will die too," she added quickly, as if it was of minor importance.

Only two minutes later, Kage’s phone went off again and there he went, in 5 meter high flames.

The Naib nodded in approval. Finally, this cellphone nonsense...

The daggers stared at a man standing in the corner.

Kagemusha was as surprised as they were, but quickly, he regained control over himself and started to laugh. There wasn't a scratch on him.

The Naib slowly walked towards the ashes; her knees trembling. She kneeled down and found Scienters' ring.

"Again!"

***

Tally:


Kagemusha Scienter : 5 (Scienter, Diamondeye, Methos, Double A, TheFlax)

Beefy187: 2 (Beefy187, splitpersonality)
splipersonality : 1 (pevergreen)
Scienter: 1 (Kagemusha)

Not voting: 1 (Diana Abnoba (Naib))


Alive (9)

1. TheFlax
2. Diana Abnoba
3. Double A
4. Methos
5. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
6. Beefy187
7. Kagemusha
8. pevergreen
9. DiamondEye

Killed (20)

autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata
Choxorn
Jolt

Lynched (10)

Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar
The Stranger
Scienter

WoG (1)
AVSM

***

It's now night. PM's please. +/- 23 hours.

[Andres]

Night 11 - Conclusion

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Song to accompany write-up :

The moon was purple. A rare phenomenon, associated by some with the end of times.

"Wake up!"

One of the nearby graves started to tremble.

"Wake up, slave!"

Hands crawled through the dirt.

"Come! Wake up, slave!"

Finally, the body appeared, holding its' head in its' hands.

"Good. Put on your head and come over here."

The corpse obeyed and walked over to the master.

"Good, slave. Now listen... Tonight, you will go on a..."

***

Steak. He was dying for a decent steak. Screw security measures. He wanted steak! He had come all the way from Japan to this place and after 11 days, he now wanted his steak. NOW!

And so, Beefy187 was found, walking the streets of Sacromonte, looking for a decent restaurant where he could eat steak! Real steak! He heard the sauce made of cabrales cheese was delicious. He wanted steak! Saignant! With cabrales cheese. Not kangaroo steak, he had more than enough of that in Australia; no, a real steak! Beef! He wasn't called Beefy for nothing!

As he was walking down the streets, drooling and craving for beef, he didn't notice the dark figure sneaking up on him.

Finally, Beefy187 found a restaurant and hey, they had steak on the menu! With cabrales sauce! With a discount, especially for tourists! He could have two steaks for the price of one!

He couldn't wait to enter the restaurant, but alas, fate was cruel for this fine young man. As he was about to enter, a wooden club hit him on the head.

He fell down, barely conscious.

"No, not now! Couldn't you wait for an hour or so? Two steaks. That was all I wanted! Two st..."

The swing of a sword ended his hallucinations of giant steaks bathing in cabrales sauce.

The killer looked at the beheaded body, bowed and reached for Beefy's wallet. He looked up and saw the announcement at the restaurant.

"Hmmm... steak with cabrales sauce!"

The killer entered the restaurant.

***

"Ah mon lit! Comme je suis fatigué!" our friendly Canadian dagger said to himself.

Reaching for the only Francophone magazine in his hotelroom, TheFlax turned on the television, when he heard a "mooo" sound.

He shrugged. "Meh, ces espagnoles avec leur bêtises!"

"Moooo!"

The sound seemed to come from the inside of the building.

"Mais, qu'est-ce que c'est? Une vache dans l'hôtel?" TheFlax said, annoyed, and he walked over to the door.

"MOOOO!" loud now.

TheFlax was too curious and opened the door of his room. In front of him stood TinCow.

"Mais, tu es mort!"

"Moooooo!" was TinCows' reply and he grabbed TheFlax by his throat with a firm grip.

TheFlax tried to free himself, but his struggle was soon over as TinCow was using supernatural forces to strangle his opponent. He tightened his grip and broke TheFlax' neck.

As soon as his victim died, TinCow's body evaporated and there was nothing left of him, except dust and ashes.

***

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Cool song, to accompany write-up

The hunt is on. Through the streets of the old Albaicin. Running, a man catches his breath, looks around, and runs again.

Faster, running, puffing heavily.

Darkness, running, street lights, narrow street, dark again.

The hunter is holding his right hand on his blade, his left hand ready on his belt with silver daggers.

The chase continues The prey runs. Speed is its' only weapon. Fighting this hunter is fruitless.

Faster, faster, faster!

The hunter sees the target. It enters a narrow street. The hunter grins and climbs up a nearby wall. Jump. From rooftop to rooftop. The prey is close.

The prey hears sounds of boots landing on a nearby roof.

The prey stops. Holds its' breath.

The boots land on a roof. Silence. Again, boots landing on a roof. Silence. Boots on a roof, further now.

The prey grins. He deceived the hunter...

He bows, leaning with his hands on his knees. He inhales fresh air, pauses, inhales again, pauses, puffs, inhales, spits on the floor and looks up. A silver dagger planted in the doorpost behind him.

The prey runs again. The hunter follows. The hunter is close. The hunter sees the target. Feels the target. The hunter is fast, the prey becomes tired. Boots echoing through the streets of the ancient medieval town. The hunter jumps from rooftop to rooftop, following the shadow of the prey through the light of the street lanterns.

The prey starts to realise he can't keep up this pace. While he keeps running, he unsheats his silver blade, stops, turns around, his back against a wall, and waits.

The hunter is above him, on the roof. The prey waits, stays silent.

The hunter jumps down. The prey looks at him. "So, she picked you to attack me." The prey starts shaking his head. "A terrible mistake."

The hunter doesn't answer, his face remains without expression. He draws his blade. The prey doesn't stand a chance against his drugged attacker. He manages to block one attack, but the second attack comes before he can move his sword in another direction. The blow slices him open from the belly up to the chest.

The prey sinks on his knees and looks up. The reflection of the moonlight on the silver blade was the last thing pevergreen ever saw.

***

Day 12

Diana Abnoba looked up as 5 daggers showed up.

She briefly stared at each one of them and then she sighed, for a short moment, a glimpse of sadness on her face.

"Let's talk."

***

Alive (6)

1. Diana Abnoba
2. Double A
3. Methos
4. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
5. Kagemusha
6. DiamondEye

Killed (23)

autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata
Choxorn
Jolt
TheFlax
Beefy187
pevergreen

Lynched (10)

Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar
The Stranger
Scienter

WoG (1)
AVSM

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It's now day. You can start voting. Day will last for +/- 24 hours.

[Andres]

Day 12 - Conclusion

Methos had often contemplated what happens after death, especially since so many fell by his own hand. He used to fear it, or more accurately, he feared the unknown of death, but not any more. Since coming here he’d learned that death meant nothing, as the souls of that individual still existed and were able to communicate their foolishness just as they did in life. For that he reasoned that what did it matter anymore, so with that, he calmly stepped forward and handed his silver dagger to his Naib.

“I vote myself”.

Diana nodded and snapped her fingers. The remaining daggers put Methos in chains and led him to a special execution platform. But all there was on top of the wooden platform was a big comfy chair. Looking confused, Methos sat down in the comfy chair and allowed himself to be strapped in.

Diana stood on the platform with Methos, and addressed him, while the other daggers watched.

Diana began:

"You are accused of blasphemy, heresy, consorting with vampires, impersonating a swiss maid, high treason, crude and boorish behavior, grand larceny, grand theft auto, low treason, impersonating a taiwanese daredevil, first degree murder, improper disposal of a corpse, improper relations with a corpse, drinking Heineken and liking it, using your cellphone in a restaurant, medium treason, littering, witchcraft, improper reanimation of a corpse, impersonating a pirate, gratuitous depictions of nudity in a moving picture, not worshipping Andres last Friday, grievously improper use of a plunger, ties to an international communist conspiracy, unpaid parking tickets, and general scumminess. How do you plead?"

Methos proudly lifted up his chin, and with a gleam of sadness in his eye, he gave the people what they wanted...

"I plead guilty. No one else could have done these heinous crimes. I accept my sentence."

Methos knew he was innocent, but nothing was going to change the minds of this mob of people bent on violent murder. He was once one of them... so he knew he was no better. He felt the only thing to do was to give them some small bit of hope and a feeling of accomplishment. It was his final gift to a doomed group of well-meaning vigilantes.

Diana nodded. "Okay. BACK UP THE TRUCK!!!"

A large red truck emerged and began backing up towards the execution platform. Methos tried to crane his head around to see what was in store for him, but he couldn't see. All he could hear was the roar of the engine and the noise that a truck makes when backing up.

A pair of daggers ran to the truck and began unraveling a long hose. They brought it quickly up the steps of the wooden platform, and handed the hose to the Naib, kissed her shiny black boots, and then backed away with their heads lowered in respect. "Kill me next, honored Naib!" they pleaded, for it was indeed an honor to be slain by a woman so glorious as Diana Abnoba.

Diana ordered Methos to open his mouth, and when he did, she began stuffing the hose down his throat, causing him to gag uncontrollably. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt the cold black hose being fed all the way down to his stomach.

"Begin!" bellowed the Naib.

A dagger pulled the lever on the truck, and the thick brown fluid began pumping through the black hose, all the way up the steps of the execution platform, and down into Methos' stomach. He had no idea what was being pumped down his gullet.... was it drugs? deadly poisons? toxic waste? raw sewage? His brain fired rapidly, and he began to panic. He started moaning for the terrible torture to stop, but his words were unintelligible. He felt his stomach begin to expand uncomfortably, and he started choking as the fluid began seeping back up.... and then he tasted the foul liquid he was being slain with.

It was sweet.... very sweet. It made his mouth tingle. It tasted so familiar, what could it be?

"That's enough!" shouted the Naib.

The dagger reversed the lever, and the pumping stopped. Diana took her sword and cut the hose off, mere inches from Methos' face. What now?

The Naib took out a roll of familiar-looking candy, tore it open slightly, and slid the entire roll into the hose. She forced Methos' head back and allowed the roll of candy to slide down the hose and into his stomach. Then she withdrew the hose, and covered Methos' mouth with duct tape. Methos was still as puzzled as he was before, until he saw the truck drive off.

"Oh my God...." thought Methos.

The Naib turned quickly and ran from the platform, and the crowd began to back up, and cover themselves with a plastic sheet.

Within a few seconds, it began. The dark brown fluid in Methos' stomach reacted with the mint-flavored candy, and the pressure began to build. Methos' eyes bugged out as Diet Coke shot fifty feet out from his nose. The Diet Coke exploded from his mouth, and a geyser of cola sprayed all over the enthusiastic crowd. But the pressure continued to build, until finally....

KABOOOM!!!!

Methos' head exploded, and a giant fountain of Diet coke erupted from his neck hole. A representative from the Guiness Book of World Records was there, and was able to verify that it was the single largest Mentos and Diet Coke explosion ever.

Everyone in the crowd began to applaud enthusiastically. They had done it! They were in the book of world records! Diana herself was very pleased, and bowed before the crowd. A voice in the clouds grumbled: "That'll teach him! Drinking Heineken and liking it!" Everyone, even the Gods, cheered for their Naib, the greatest Naib that ever lived! Hoooray!!!

Forgotten in all of the celebration was all the worry and fear about the Ancient One or the threat he posed. And soon, night would fall...

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Tally:

Methos: 4 (Double A, Diamondeye, splitpersonality, Methos)

Not voting: 2 (Diana Abnoba (Naib), Kagemusha)

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Alive (5)

1. Diana Abnoba
2. Double A
3. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
4. Kagemusha
5. DiamondEye

Killed (23)

autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata
Choxorn
Jolt
TheFlax
Beefy187
pevergreen

Lynched (11)

Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar
The Stranger
Scienter
Methos

WoG (1)
AVSM

***

It's now night. PM's please. Night will last for +/- 23 hours.

[Andres]

Night 12 - Conclusion

"Wake up!"

The earth started trembling.

"Wake up, slave!"

Crawling hands. Suddenly, a hole and a body holding its' head in its' hands appeared, surrounded by the smell of rotten pepperoni pizza.

"So, you wanted to be a master, eh?"

The remnants of Askthepizzaguy put its' head on its' shoulders and it started to fanatically nod; his lips forming the word "yes!" over and over again.

"You want to be vampire master?"

Askthepizzaguy started to fanatically jump up and down (illustration -> ) until his head fell of. He quickly grabbed it and started to jump again, the head in his hands forming the word "please!" over and over again.

The creature sitting on a rock opposite him started to laugh.

Pizza's head smiled. The decent lipreader could see what he was saying. "Oh! I'm going to be master! Me so happy!" and again, he jumped up and down ()

The creature stopped laughing.

"No! You're nothing more than a corpse! And you'll obey my orders, slave! Now put that head back on your shoulders, for starters!"

Pizza stopped jumping, a sad expression on his face, but the body obeyed.

"Good, listen very carefully."

***

Double A was sitting in his room, reading letters from the home front.

Single A was doing fine, his mom wrote. Triple A was missing his brother and his exams didn't go too well, but his other brother, Quadrupel A had exciting news: he was going to be a father. The child would be called One Fourth A.

Excited with the news that the A family was growing, Double A forgot all precautions, grabbed his cloak and went outside.

Walking down the streets of Granada, he was looking for a discoteca, because he had something to celebrate!

Suddenly, he saw a sign: AA.

He started shaking his head. No, he couldn't do this. He had promised he'd never touch alcohol again. There was a reason he was called Double A. Ashamed with himself, he turned and went back to the hotel room.

While he was very busy being angry with himself for his lack of self-discipline, he didn't notice the dark figure behind him until the wooden club hit him on the back of the head. A quick blow with a sharp sword ended his life.

***

spL1tp3r50naL1ty was writing in his diary when he heard somebody knocking on the door.

"Who's there?"

No reply.

"Why don't you just get your lazy moving and open the door."

"Because we're not supposed to open the door!"

"Wuss!"

"Leave me alone."

"Open the door or I'll open the door myself."

"No you won't."

"Oh no? Look at me, I'm standing up and..."

spL1tp3r50naL1ty punched himself in the face.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?"

"You won't go open that door."

"Oh yes, I will!"

spL1tp3r50naL1ty punched himself a few more times in the face.

"Do you hear me know?"

"No, I didn't quiet catch that, split."

spL1tp3r50naL1ty punched himself in the face again.

"Still not getting it."

A few more punches.

"Ok. I got it."

As soon as spL1tp3r50naL1ty was done punching himself, the knocking started again.

A small note was being pushed under the door.

spL1tp3r50naL1ty picked up the note. It said "Pepperoni pizza for you!"

"Oh! Pizza! I love Pizza! I'm so happy they picked me! Pizza! It's been ages since I had pizza! I'm so grateful, mister Pizzaguy, for picking me!"

Enthusiastically, spL1t and p3r50naL1ty opened the door with a big smile.

They stood eye in eye with the walking corpse of Askthepizzaguy.

"But, but, you're..."

Two hands on spL1tp3r50naL1ty's throat started to strangle him. The hands tightened their grip and within seconds, spL1tp3r50naL1ty's neck was broken.

Immediately, Pizza's body evaporated and only dust and ashes remained...

***

Day 13

Diamondeye and Kagemusha entered the courtyard.

The Naib was waiting and stared at them, utterly confused.

"Is that all?"

Both men looked back at here, a grim expression on their faces.

Diana Abnoba felt uncomfortable.

"We'll have to chose a new Naib, today."

Both men stood in the shadow, staring back at the Naib. They clearly didn't trust her.

With an uneasy feeling, Diana went over to her chair, to open the proceedings. The two other remaining daggers took a seat as well.

The three looked at each other. There was no trust and it felt like blood could be spilled any minute.

It was in this deadly silence that the day started...

***

Alive (3)

1. Diana Abnoba
2. Kagemusha
3. DiamondEye

Killed (25)

autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata
Choxorn
Jolt
TheFlax
Beefy187
pevergreen
Double A
spL1tp3r50naL1ty

Lynched (11)

Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar
The Stranger
Scienter
Methos

WoG (1)
AVSM

***

It's now day. You can start voting. Day will last for +/- 24 hours.