Yaropolk decided it was time to stop taking chances. No more night time strolls down the streets, no sir. After his narrow escape, he holed himself up in his accommodations. Even hearing a polite knock on the door, Yaropolk shook his head violently, and stayed in his corner. A second round of knocks came, a bit more forceful this time. Still, he stayed put. Maybe twenty seconds later, a faint light shone through the bottom of the door. The door shifted colors, from dark brown to a pale yellow. A similarly colored mist began seeping into the room, blocking the door frame from view. Yaropolk heard footsteps. A oddly foreign man stepped into the room, dressed in a glittering, dark green robe, with a dark moustache and beard hanging from his chin. He looked quite calm, and did not seem armed. He held a hand out to Yaropolk. Yaropolk reached up for it. A longsword materialized in the man's hand, and he whipped it around on Yaropolk's outstretched arm. To his credit, Yaropolk managed to recoil quickly enough to only be nicked. The man in green brought the sword down with his right hand. Yaropolk just managed to roll out of the way, and began to break for the mist. He made a lunge for where he assumed the door would be. In midair, he saw, as though time slowed down, the man in green effortlessly made the turn and brought the sword down straight into his path. He closed his eyes, cringing for the coming blow....


It was not the blow he expected. He fell to the ground awkwardly, where the door used to be. He scrambled up, to witness that his heroine had once more intercepted a blow. Her spear had glanced against the man in green's sword, deflecting its path. She now stood just inside the door frame, separating the attacker from victim. She lowered her stance, keeping her shield held across in a defensive stance. The attacker's pleasant face hardened visibly. He held his left hand to the sword's hilt. As the two fighters stared each other down, Yaropolk made a break for it down the street. The man in green sighed. He closed his eyes, and with a faint pop, he vanished.




Zack scratched his head. He wasn't really sure how he'd ended up out here. He found himself out near the crimson barrier, west of the palace. He shrugged. There had to be some place to settle for the night. He turned around, back to the dark street. In the distance, he could make out a figure walking his direction. It looked like... a human. A comically humongous human, wielding an equally comic axe, which may have been four times the size of a normal war axe. For a human, he seemed to make his way down the street with such a monster well. He picked up at a sprint towards Zack, who raised an eyebrow in alarm. Zack jumped back as the axe came down in front of him. The head crunched into the street. Zack was already on a sprint past the man. The man wheeled about, giving chase. Zack took a hard right into an alley, just avoiding a second chance at being cleaved. The man gave chase down the alley, but the it twisted like a gnarled branch in several directions, with Zack nowhere to be seen.




A very relaxed Reenk Roink was sitting in the middle of the one room shack he'd been assigned. If the time was come, the time was come, was his rational. He had not even locked his door. In the meanwhile, he figured, he would enjoy a drink or two. The knob to his door twisted, and Reenk did not look perturbed when a woman in bronze scale covered with a purple, satin dress entered through the frame, a saber in her right hand.


“Hello, m'lady,” Reenk said. He held up his cup. “Would you like a drink?”


“I think not, peasant. All I want tonight is your head.”


“Aww. That's a shame. Please, I insist.” Reenk reached over, and yanked on a rope laying to his right. The woman looked surprised for a second, following the path of tension of the rope mentally. Tugged rope leading to pully at base of the door on her left, going straight up to another pully at the top side of the frame, leading to another pully halfway across the frame, leading to a bucket which tipped over. And so came a downpour of drink, similar to that which Reenk held in his hand, drenching the woman.


“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!” She howled in rage, while Reenk howled in laughter, and in an instant, she held her saber across his neck, and separated his head from the rest of him without hesitation. She stormed from the house in a rage, grasping the dress with clenched fingers.








A woman stood at the door to a dark house. She knocked softly. The door was cracked open, and the inhabitant peered out. The person's eyes widen at the scantily clad figure before them.


“Please, my lovely... will you let me in?” The door opened a bit more, and the inhabitant ushered her in. Her way clear, she aggressively walked up to her host. “My lovely,” she whispered, stretching a finger across their chest. “Offer me support, and I will reward you beyond your imagination. Gifts of lapis lazul, a golden chariot, steeds the envy of the world. She turned her head slightly, showing off her lengthy, raven hair. “Well, my dear?” An eager nod greeted her question, and she allowed herself to be led further into the house for the night....


IT IS NOW DAY PHASE.




Alive: 33

Andres
Askthepizzaguy
Autolycus
Believer
Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Chaotix
Choxorn
Classical Hero
Dcmort
Death is Yonder
Diamondeye
Double A
Earthling
Fluffy
Johnhughthom
GeneralHankerchief
Glyphz
Ironside
Khazaar
Renata
Riedquat
Robbiecon
Romanic
Secura
Seon
SoulBlade
TheLastDays
Warman
Woad&fangs
White Eyes
Yaropolk
Zach



Killed: 5

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)

Lynched: 2

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)