Netherworld III: Final Judgment Summary Thread

[seireikhaan]

In an unmarked house, buried away from the main street in a dark alley, a man rapped his knuckles on a wooden door. "Please..... come in," a female voice announced from inside. He pushed the door open and walked slowly into a dark room, closing the door behind him. The room was lit only by a pair of candles at the rear. In between them, sitting on a wicker chair. "It is good of you to volunteer for this sacred duty, Major. This is, after all, only the beginning." Major Robert Dump bowed his head.

"It is as you wish, my Lady." She held her right hand up, palm facing upwards. A navy mist began to fill the room. MRD felt his throat clench up, and he began to cough uncontrollably. He could feel something warm and coppery in his mouth. His knees buckled, and he keeled over on his face, coughing up blood without relent. He managed to lift his head up for a final glance at her. She was glowing a light blue all around, striking a contrast with her crimson eyes. With her hand still held aloft, she clenched it into a fist. MRD felt an agony unlike any before sear through his chest. He writhed on the floor for a couple seconds before laying still, his fit of coughing having subsided. The woman stood up from her chair.

"Most generous, gallant sir," she said the limp body. "Now, I must insist you leave. Afraid you'll stink up the place." With a flick of her wrist, the door opened, and MRD's body went flying through the doorway, into the street.






Alive: 7


Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Classical Hero
Johnhughthom
Glyphz
Riedquat
Warman



Killed: 18

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)
Andres (N4)
Ironside (N4)
Romanic (N5)
Double A (N5)
Earthling (N6)
Believer (N7)
Secura (N8)
Yaropolk (N9)
GeneralHankerchief (N9)
Death is Yonder (N10)
Choxorn (N11)
TheLastDays (N12)
Major Robert Dump (N13)


Lynched: 12

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
Fluffy (D3)
Askthepizzaguy (D4)
White eyes (D5)
Renata (D6)
Seon (D7)
Andres (D8)
Zack (D9)
Diamondeye (D10)
Woad&fangs (D11)
Chaotix (D12)

WoK: 4

SoulBlade
Khazaar
Autolycus
dcmort

[seireikhaan]

"So no, pumpkin," the old man answered. "When they convened once more and another was gone from their ranks, an irate Mainyu demanded they find the one responsible. But, this time, it seemed those remaining were not keen for debate. A relatively quiet, quick run of votes against Glyphz assured his demise, with seemingly little doubt from the crowd that it was he who was guilty. Unlike previous, there was no arguments over previous behavior or any leads into his activities at night or anything of the sort. Just short, simple, quick acknowledgements that they wanted him to be held before their lord. Glyphz, to his credit, seemed to recognize his impending doom and only offered a little resistance."

"Wouldn't he defend himself more if he was the bad guy?"

"Oh, not always. Some people find it suspicious to be frantic in your defense. Others find it more suspicious when they seem to not resist enough. It really is quite a bind for when people found themselves accused by the crowd. Anyways, at the end of the day, at the ring of the great bell, he was dragged before their lord by the remaining crowd. Mainyu peered at the crowd as they stood gathered, solemnly around Glyphz. Then to Glyphz, then back to the crowd. It was as though Mainyu peered into the collective soul of the group, and something was just a bit off. Regardless, he had committed himself to this path. He would not deviate, not back down, not retreat. And so he accepted the sword offered to him by a kneeling servant, and ended Glyphz with two quick strokes. As they departed, Mainyu offered no words of encouragement no rally cry of survival and conquest. Instead, he allowed a single look to indicate their time was done for now. With his silent approval, the remaining crowd funneled out of the throne room, silently into the night...."


Glyphz 5 (Johnhughthom, Beskar, Riedquat, Classical Hero, Captain Blackadder
Beskar 1 (Glyphz)

Not Voting 1 (Warman)





Alive: 6


Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Classical Hero
Johnhughthom
Riedquat
Warman



Killed: 18

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)
Andres (N4)
Ironside (N4)
Romanic (N5)
Double A (N5)
Earthling (N6)
Believer (N7)
Secura (N8)
Yaropolk (N9)
GeneralHankerchief (N9)
Death is Yonder (N10)
Choxorn (N11)
TheLastDays (N12)
Major Robert Dump (N13)


Lynched: 13

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
Fluffy (D3)
Askthepizzaguy (D4)
White eyes (D5)
Renata (D6)
Seon (D7)
Andres (D8)
Zack (D9)
Diamondeye (D10)
Woad&fangs (D11)
Chaotix (D12)
Glyphz (D13)

WoK: 4

SoulBlade
Khazaar
Autolycus
dcmort

[seireikhaan]

A lone figure strode through the empty streets of Babylon. The inner city had become an eery ghost town. In the beginning, there had been a small hum of activity. If you went strolling around, you would surely meet someone. But now, as this lone person walked slowly through, stopping at each split in the road, every fork, to see if there might be a hint of activity, there was none. Those left were apparently too afraid, or to paranoid, or to conniving to leave the sanctum of residence. That, it seemed, was the lot left to them, the loner thought. At least, until...

"Good of you to come, my dear," a dark, female voice called out from a rooftop, heard but unseen. "It is time to repay your debt."

The loner panicked for a second. "But... but... must you?" it responded. "Have I not shown anything but adoration?"

"Yes. You have been good to me. But not good enough. My adoration comes at a higher price. Besides... this is but an intermediary step. A small blip on a long, wonderful journey. I will still be your savior, now and forever. Come, Classical Hero."

Classical Hero closed her eyes, and leaped up the building in a single bound. In a wicker chair sat a woman, adorned in finest jewelry on her wrists and arms. She wore a sleeveless, long dress, colored dark purple. "I am ready, mistress," Classical Hero informed what she hoped to be a brave voice.

"Excellent.... so let it be." The woman raised her right hand, palm to the starlit sky. A dark blue mist began to flow from the hand, and wafted against the wind over to Classical Hero, and began to wrap itself around and over her. Panic began to take over her, but agony struck harder. Classical Hero bent over double as a searing agony, as though endless nails were piercing all over. Classical Hero blacked out before the woman on the wicker chair. The woman glanced down at the twitching form before her, waiting for it to finally lay still. A few seconds later, satisfied, she grabbed her chair with her left hand, and leaped into the sky with so little effort she seemed to glide.




Alive: 5


Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Johnhughthom
Riedquat
Warman



Killed: 19

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)
Andres (N4)
Ironside (N4)
Romanic (N5)
Double A (N5)
Earthling (N6)
Believer (N7)
Secura (N8)
Yaropolk (N9)
GeneralHankerchief (N9)
Death is Yonder (N10)
Choxorn (N11)
TheLastDays (N12)
Major Robert Dump (N13)
Classical Hero (N14


Lynched: 13

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
Fluffy (D3)
Askthepizzaguy (D4)
White eyes (D5)
Renata (D6)
Seon (D7)
Andres (D8)
Zack (D9)
Diamondeye (D10)
Woad&fangs (D11)
Chaotix (D12)
Glyphz (D13)

WoK: 4

SoulBlade
Khazaar
Autolycus
dcmort

[seireikhaan]

"For the first time anyone could remember, Angra Mainyu approached the day's events with a foul look upon his face. As the round became an eery reenactment of the previous, a solemn event in which a single target was selected without so much as a disagreement or discussion, Mainyu's scowl began to increase. This was not going as he'd figured it would. Where was the chaos? The struggle? It seemed to be a slow march to the beat of a steady drum. By a large margin, Warman was selected as the last remaining hostile force lined against them. With a defiant glare, he allowed himself to be shunted up the base of the stairs."

"But Granpa, if he thought they were wrong, why didn't he do something else?" the young girl asked.

"Well, darling, above all, Mainyu was not going to go down a coward. He set his path. He was going to follow it, even to the end. Which is why, in the end, he would raise his sword to Warman, and end him with one stroke. With the feeling of an ominous cloud hanging overhead, the group was dismissed. A silent Mainyu turned on a heel back to his private quarters to brood over what lay in store.


Warman 4 (Captain Blackadder, Johnhughthom, Beskar, Riedquat)
Johnhughthom 1 (Warman)




Alive: 4


Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Johnhughthom
Riedquat



Killed: 19

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)
Andres (N4)
Ironside (N4)
Romanic (N5)
Double A (N5)
Earthling (N6)
Believer (N7)
Secura (N8)
Yaropolk (N9)
GeneralHankerchief (N9)
Death is Yonder (N10)
Choxorn (N11)
TheLastDays (N12)
Major Robert Dump (N13)
Classical Hero (N14


Lynched: 14

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
Fluffy (D3)
Askthepizzaguy (D4)
White eyes (D5)
Renata (D6)
Seon (D7)
Andres (D8)
Zack (D9)
Diamondeye (D10)
Woad&fangs (D11)
Chaotix (D12)
Glyphz (D13)
Warman (D14)

WoK: 4

SoulBlade
Khazaar
Autolycus
dcmort

[seireikhaan]

It was a dismal night which Captain Blackadder was trudging through. A relentless rainstorm had been barraging the city for hours, bringing with it a sharp downturn in the temperature. To boot, fog had rolled in, slashing visibility to nearly none. But, with determination, Captain Blackadder continued to trudge through the torrent and fog to find his abode. An enchanting voice, seemingly singing through the night, caught his attention and brought him to a stand.

"Oh, Captain," it called. "My Captain. Your trip, our trip, is done. The prize we seek will soon be won." Captain Blackadder spun his head, trying to decipher the location of the voice, from where he was being summoned.

"Oh, Captain," it called once more. "My Captain. Rise up, and hear the bells. Rise up. For you, my flag has been flung. For you, my bugle trills." He whipped around, finally locating the source high behind him, upon a rooftop. He immediately vaulted himself up the nearest roof. He could see her outline on the next roof over. The rain was petering out fast. Blackadder wasted little time presenting himself to the woman, who was sitting perched on a chair, legs crossed. He kneeled before her, rain dripping from his face as he lowered it.

"Whatever it is you seek, my Lady. Whatever you desire, ask and I shall comply."

With his head bent over, he did not see her raise her palm to the sky. With the overbearing fog, he could not see the new mist carousing around them. Wordlessly, she imposed her command on him. With a cry of agony, Captain Blackadder fell before the woman, wracked in pain. A faint blue aura could be seen coalescing around her, gathering strength as Captain Blackadder's struggling became twitching, and his twitching became stillness. She reached down and touched the limp body before her, a wry smile on her face.

"My Captain no longer answers. His lips are pale and still. He does not feel my arm. He has no pulse, nor will."







Alive: 3


Beskar
Johnhughthom
Riedquat



Killed: 20

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)
Andres (N4)
Ironside (N4)
Romanic (N5)
Double A (N5)
Earthling (N6)
Believer (N7)
Secura (N8)
Yaropolk (N9)
GeneralHankerchief (N9)
Death is Yonder (N10)
Choxorn (N11)
TheLastDays (N12)
Major Robert Dump (N13)
Classical Hero (N14)
Captain Blackadder (N15)


Lynched: 14

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
Fluffy (D3)
Askthepizzaguy (D4)
White eyes (D5)
Renata (D6)
Seon (D7)
Andres (D8)
Zack (D9)
Diamondeye (D10)
Woad&fangs (D11)
Chaotix (D12)
Glyphz (D13)
Warman (D14)

WoK: 4

SoulBlade
Khazaar
Autolycus
dcmort

[seireikhaan]

"So this is it, darling," the old man said. He gave a curt glance out the window, which betrayed the fact that she was well past her bedtime. "When day broke again, only three came back. Mainyu didn't even speak to the three gathered before him. He sat on his new throne, tapping a finger impatiently as the three immediately began to fight. Riedquat started the nomination process by accusing Johnhughthom. John retaliated, which left Beskar the determining vote. It didn't take him very long. Despite a short bout of hesitation, he cast his vote for Riedquat, who's behavior and accusations became increasingly odd. The debate continued, as Riedquat was not a quitter. But still, when the bell rung, Beskar and Johnhughthom resolutely drug him before Mainyu.

'Each of you," Mainyu commanded. 'Gaze at me. Lift your heads.' Each one did so, each one with uncertainty in their eyes. Mainyu looked into each one's eyes, with an almost bored look. He looked from Beskar, to John, to Riedquat on his knees between them. Mainyu tilted his head sideways. Riedquat immediately began to gag and fell to the floor in pain. It took him only a second to stop moving. 'Now, as for you two... it is likely one of you has been quite a nuisance,' he said, a finger extended, bouncing it between the two. 'I should just end you both right now, to be safe. Yes, that would be.... safe. No. Go. If either of you are the last one, you have my permission. Go ahead. When the moment is correct, strike. You will either succeed, or you will fail. I will have proper arrangements made for any who come back tomorrow morning. Now... leave.'"

The girl pouted quizzically. "So who did it, Granpa? And what did he have for them? And where are you? And-"

"Ah ah ah, pumpkin," the man said with a wink. "Just let me continue. it's almost over. Now, as for that night..."



Riedquat 2 (Beskar, Johnhughthom)
Johnhughtom 1 (Riedquat)


Alive: 2


Beskar
Johnhughthom



Killed: 20

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)
Andres (N4)
Ironside (N4)
Romanic (N5)
Double A (N5)
Earthling (N6)
Believer (N7)
Secura (N8)
Yaropolk (N9)
GeneralHankerchief (N9)
Death is Yonder (N10)
Choxorn (N11)
TheLastDays (N12)
Major Robert Dump (N13)
Classical Hero (N14)
Captain Blackadder (N15)


Lynched: 15

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
Fluffy (D3)
Askthepizzaguy (D4)
White eyes (D5)
Renata (D6)
Seon (D7)
Andres (D8)
Zack (D9)
Diamondeye (D10)
Woad&fangs (D11)
Chaotix (D12)
Glyphz (D13)
Warman (D14)
Riedquat (D15)

WoK: 4

SoulBlade
Khazaar
Autolycus
dcmort

[seireikhaan]

"Yes, that night...." the old man continued.

Following their dismissal, Beskar and Johnhughthom decided not to split up for the night. They went back to Beskar's home, just a short walk away. They didn't speak to each other, though they did give occasional glances. They arrived at a pair of gates leading to a secluded section of the city. Beskar opened them with a key, and welcomed the guest with a gesture. The two continued down a newly re-done road. A large, marble mansion lay off in the distance.

"It's not too bad, is it?" Beskar said with a coy glance. "I haven't remodeled the building itself in a few years though, you'll have to forgive its sloppy appearance." John simply shook his head in amazement as they drew closer. The marble was virtually spotless. He wished he could have seen it in the sunlight, in all its radiant glory. Still, it was far more splendid than any of the many hovels that littered Babylon. They arrived at a set of massive double doors at the front of the mansion. John moved up to lift the one on the right, allowing Beskar to enter first. A large chandelier hung from a large ceiling, with large, burned out candles. Beskar flicked a wrist and they lit, offering light to the forum. A large, rectangular, marble table dominated it, with purple cloth draped over it. "Would you like dinner?" Beskar asked John. He nodded. "Excellent!"

Beskar clapped, and a pair of servants, one male, the other female, emerged from wooden doors on either side of the room. They scurried before Beskar, head bowed the entire time. "Bring us the dinner," Beskar commanded. The two merely bent their heads further, and scurried through the door to the left of the table. "Please, John. Sit," Beskar said, indicating a leather-bound chair at the end of the table. Taking the cue, John sat down, watching Beskar wind around to the other end. "Well, John... were you wondering why I chose you?"

"A bit," he replied. "I assume you had good reason?"

"Oh, of course, my dear. You see, you have been there for me for so long. You've been with me through this chaotic time. Longer than the others. I wanted you to be the last one here, ready to see my plan finally come to fruition. You deserved that much, at least. Ah! And here we are!" The servants had returned, bearing large glass platters, garnished with several meats and exotic fruits. John raised an eyebrow at the lavish display. "Please, please," Beskar urged as the platter was laid before John. "Feel free. It is a small token of my appreciation."

And so with gusto John ate while Beskar sat and watched, refraining from eating. Upon finishing, he noticed the plate opposite him hadn't been touched. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, nervously glancing around. "Well... aren't you hungry? It must have been a while since you've had anything."

"Well, my dear," Beskar responded, tapping finger to chin. "I suppose i haven't had anything since last night. I guess, come to think of it, it is time. But first, I must ask: was your meal satisfactory? Did it make you feel good?"

"Well.... it was fantastic, I suppose," John answered. The wording of the last sentence was strange, he thought.

"Excellent. It is good that you will die happy. As I said, fitting. And, it's always a bit more satisfying to take a bit of happiness with me." John was startled, but for some reason, he didn't feel panic. More like a strange curiosity. An odd mist began to creep into the room. "My dear, it has been good to know you. But, the time has come. Sadly, I must collect. No worries. I'll hold you closely, forever. So, don't think of it as a goodbye. Think of it as... bonding." Despite the pain in his chest, John sat in his chair quite calmly, until his body eventually failed, slumping him down his his chair. With that, Beskar stood up, surrounded by a sharp, blue aura.

"Time for one last date."




"Now, as the sun rose the next day," the old man continued. "Beskar arrived to find all the doors were opened, and all the veils and curtains had been tossed away. The throne room seemed odd with so much more sunlight streaming in. It was almost a shame that everyone else didn't get to see it. Standing in the middle of the room, at the foot of the stairs, was Mainyu. He held his hands out as Beskar walked in.

'Well, my dear. It seems you've finished. The winner of my challenge has presented herself,' he said. 'It's finally just the two of us. You. Me. Quite entertaining, really. The Heavens? The Netherworld?'

Beskar nodded. 'Yep. They all fell, one by one. As did that False King of Uruk. As did all the other mischievous forces. Just me,' Beskar said, pointing to herself. 'And you.'

'I'm impressed. I really must say, I am,' Mainyu continued. 'You wiped out my own guard, and survived the imminent threat of the Netherworld and the Gods, at the same time. I think we both know where this goes now. I know what you desire. You know what I desire. So, Ishtar,' Mainyu said, with his right hand held out. 'You have survived my tests. You have survived the tests of my enemies. None stand before me. The Heavens are vanquished. The Netherworld is vanquished. I may have lost everything in Babylon, but I have so much more. And so, the rest of the worlds are laid bare before me. Come, join me in rule. Be my queen, be at my side. The greatest, only King can have only the greatest Queen. Everything you desire- wealth, power, everyone else at our command. Well?'

'That's quite the tally you have there,' Ishtar responded with a mischievous smile. 'But gems? Finest clothes? Thrill of the hunt upon command? Hmm.... I suppose that's not a bad offer, not at all... my King,' she said, her grin growing wider. 'I fear you've given me no choice but to accept.'

'Excellent,' Mainyu responded. 'Now, let us go forth, and create a new world. For us.'"




With a sigh, the old man closed his eyes. "Well, my dear. That's it. How did you like it?

"But Granpa, where are you? There's only two people left. And you can't be Ishtar... but," the young girl queried to the old man.

He grinned, and for a moment, allowed his eyes to flash a violent red. The girl gasped. "What can I say, pumpkin. I was more adventurous in my youth," he said with a chuckle.

"But... but... aren't mommy and daddy human? And me?"

"Hehe... well, you see, pumpkin. After a while, grandma and I decided, we wanted to try letting humans run their own world a bit, so we didn't have to do everything. So, we adopted mommy and daddy when they were real young, even younger than you. And we raised them so they would be the best King and Queen they could be. That's why you get to be royalty! You might not be blood, but you're still family."

"Yay!" the girl giggled, reaching out to give a hug. Mainyu accepted it, before setting her back into the bed.

"Now, go to sleep, pumpkin. Daddy and Grandma have planned a celebration for our anniversary, I think..." And so he left the room and the young girl behind. As he jaunted down the hall, he allowed himself to drop his illusion. He turned for a moment to see himself in a mirror hung on a stone wall. His blackened skin was good as old. A shout from a stair case told him that he had alerted the party as to his nearby presence. "Ah, don't worry Dear, I wouldn't miss this for the world...."



ISHTAR VICTORY!


Alive: 1


Beskar



Killed: 21

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)
Andres (N4)
Ironside (N4)
Romanic (N5)
Double A (N5)
Earthling (N6)
Believer (N7)
Secura (N8)
Yaropolk (N9)
GeneralHankerchief (N9)
Death is Yonder (N10)
Choxorn (N11)
TheLastDays (N12)
Major Robert Dump (N13)
Classical Hero (N14)
Captain Blackadder (N15)
Johnhughthom (N16)


Lynched: 15

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
Fluffy (D3)
Askthepizzaguy (D4)
White eyes (D5)
Renata (D6)
Seon (D7)
Andres (D8)
Zack (D9)
Diamondeye (D10)
Woad&fangs (D11)
Chaotix (D12)
Glyphz (D13)
Warman (D14)
Riedquat (D15)

WoK: 4

SoulBlade
Khazaar
Autolycus
dcmort