Our examination ended with people seeming to be more concerned about who was causing the nightly deaths than our purest soul. I wasn’t sure if the Emperor was aware of the change in course. He was sulking in the corner, staring at the floor. I didn’t do much to help the effort, to be honest. I was still so unsure of what my role was exactly. Did the Emperor expect me to be the one to wield the knife today? I am a simple scribe, surely not holy enough. When the scout returned from the entrance to inform us the day was passed, I had my answer. The emperor stood up and walked slowly to the altar.
“Which one?”
Three of the remaining five pointed to White eyes, the room silent. White eyes, to his credit, looked to have nerves of stone as he walked to the altar. Without a fuss, he laid down, chest bared to his ruler. The Emperor gazed at the curved knife in his hand for a moment, running his finger along the blade. The look was almost… forlorn. Then, without warning, burning rage overtook his face. He rammed the knife into White eyes’ chest, then again. With hatred in his eyes, he butchered the man laying before him, not even bothering to remove the heart in a proper manner, but instead, ripping it out and throwing it against the wall. He continued the butchery afterwards, tearing the ribs apart, splintering flesh and bone everywhere. The rest of us did not need to take a cue to leave. We left our dear leader to finish expending his rage in solitude.
White eyes 3 (Lewwyn, Edse, Bsmith)
Bsmith 1 (Lazy)
Edse 1 (White eyes)
Alive:
Bsmith
Edse
Lazy McCrow
Lewwyn
Lynched:
Atheotes (D1)
SalmonSoil (D2)
Chaotix (D3)
GeneralHankerchief (D4)
Montmorency (D5)
White Eyes (D6)
Attacked:
Seon (N2)
Yaropolk (N2)
Csargo (N2)
Jarema (N3)
Ishmael (N3)
Visorslash (N4)
Daveshack (N5)
Wrath of Khaan:
Zaccino
Landlubber
Fluffy
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