With Great Sacrifice [Concluded]

[BSmith]

If I win you win too edse...

[Montmorency]

So he's keeping it there, huh? Tits...

[Montmorency]

It appears I was sorely mistaken.

I take full responsibility for having been misled by my prejudices. I brought it upon all our heads.

At this point it is too late to be decisive, but it's a shot (though it should have been much more).



Unvote; Vote: Lewwyn

[seireikhaan]

Round was over a bit ago, time to tally and write stuff and things.

[BSmith]

Town loses. Can't say I didn't warn you.

[seireikhaan]

Our last meeting didn't take too long to kick off. After a period of lengthy discussion, we established a solid consensus. Our last offering to the gods was to be Bsmith, in spite of his protestations and argument that Lewwyn was the proper choice. The Emperor looked at him, almost pity in his eyes. But he had chosen our path. "Bsmith, come," he said. "You've the honor of being our last, best attempt. Please, lay down on the altar. I will make it as quick as I am able." Bsmith looked pleadingly at the rest of us. But there was nothing to change our opinions now. Or, so I thought... Bsmith laid down on the altar, his eyes closed, awaiting his fate. The Emperor raised the ceremonial dagger.

"Offer me Lewwyn!" a voice boomed through the chamber. "This pithy thing is no good. I demand Lewwyn!" The Emperor froze in his spot.

"Agreed," a smooth, mellow voice hissed. "Lewwyn is the superior offer. Why should we bother with such a sad sacrifice?"

"False!" a wheezing voice rattled. "Lewwyn is the greatest sacrifice thus far! If you abandon him, your people will be doomed to oblivion!"

The Emperor was still frozen to his spot. His hand was visibly shaking. "W-we determined that B-smith was the best sacrifice we had left!" he said to the disembodied voices. "Mortal we may be, but we our offering our greatest choice, are we not?"

"Do you doubt my judgment?" the booming voice rang out. "Do you dare to assume your wisdom surpasses mine?"

"Agreed, you may be ruler of mortal men, but you are our servant. You would be wise to remember this," the second voice hissed. "It would not reflect well on your rule that you defied multiple gods."

"Emperor," the wheezing voice responded. "Not all of us are so... demanding. I fully support the mortal judgment. Mortals deserve the chance to determine their own course, don't you agree? Mortals can only enter a golden age if they choose it!" The Emperor turned slowly on the spot. He turned his head from Bsmith on the altar to Lewwyn, who's eyes were wide with shock. He looked down at the knife in his hand. with a sigh, he looked back to the man still laying on the altar with his eyes closed. The Emperor walked back to the altar.

"Don't defy me!" the booming voice commanded.

"Your mistake shall be the undoing of your empire!" the hissing voice warned.

"I choose... I choose!" The Emperor said to himself. "I... I have the power to choose! No god or mortal man may command me so long as I walk this earth." He looked down at Bsmith. "I choose you!" he rammed the knife down. He ripped the ribs apart with swiftness not seen since Tlacalael. "Gods, this is our sacrifice, our offering. You may either take it or reject it. It is the choice we mortals have offered you."

"Bahahaha," Lewwyn cackled. With quick reflexes, he pulled the knife from his belt and slashed an unwary Edse across his throat. "An excellent choice, my Emperor. Now, I think it's time to repay the generous god who offered us mortals freedom of choice, don't you? I think this pyramid would do well to be re-established in honor of the great Mictlantecuhtli, don't you?"

"You!" the Emperor shouted at Lewwyn. "You're responsible for all this?"

"Nonsense... you are. You established this whole covenant of sacrifice. I am merely here to... ensure that the great lord of death would be properly represented when we were done. Now, about that 'suggestion'," he said, looking back and forth between the two of us. "I don't think either of you have much reason to say no." He looked down at the dagger in his hand. "Don't make me force the issue."

The Emperor's eyes burned with rage. "You fool! I'll kill you!" He rushed the assassin with the sacrificial knife in hand. He swiped at Lewwyn, scoring a gash on his arm as he tried to duck away. The Emperor pressed the advance, hacking with such speed Lewwyn couldn't do anything but stagger backwards and avoid the blows. "Scribe, help me!" the Emperor bellowed as he chased the assassin. I panicked. I was no combatant. I was not a soldier, not royalty. Still, I scanned for something I could use. I picked up the closest thing to me- Bsmith's heart. I hurled it at Lewwyn, aiming to hit his face as he ducked away from a blow. My accuracy was not what I hoped for. It fell with a plop just behind my target. However, in a stroke of luck, Bsmith's foot stepped onto the organ as he retreated further. He slipped backwards, hitting the stone floor with a thud. Without hesitation, my Emperor leaped on him, bringing down his knife into Lewwyn's chest with the fury of the sun. He ripped and sliced and tore the man apart. "I. DO. NOT. LIKE. BEING. TOYED. WITH!" I couldn't help but turn away from the gruesome sight. After a minute, a dripping sound came from behind me. "Come, scribe," the Emperor's voice commanded. "We shall return to the city. And make due with the best of what we can..."


Meanwhile, in a glimmering palace...

"Well done," a feathered serpent hissed as it coiled around a chair. "Looks like you've gone and created an atheist emperor. Idiot."

"Indeed," a man in shining, golden leather said, sitting on another side of a grand table. "You're a fool for convincing him to make his own destiny. Now who knows what'll happen."

"Bahaha. You two are just mad that I won," a skeletal man in in a shoddy, decrepid tunic. "It'll work itself out, just like it always does. If he gets too aggressive, he'll just be executed, just like all the others. Now, my chips, good sirs." With an irritated sigh, the other two pushed their respective piles of wooden chips across the table. "It was still very naughty of you to intervene like that. I think I should've won right there, but oh well. It all worked out. Oh, Quetzl, you should probably go and restore the rain for them. Don't need all of them dying now, do we?

"Of course," the serpent hissed. "You don't need to remind me how to do my job."

"So..." the skeletal man grinned. "Any wagers on who he picks as the next High Priest?"



Mictlantecuhtli victory!



Alive:

Lynched:

Atheotes (D1)
SalmonSoil (D2)
Chaotix (D3) (Champion of Huitzilopochtli)
GeneralHankerchief (D4) (Champion of Quetzalcoatl)
Montmorency (D5) (Huitzilopochtli)
White Eyes (D6)
Bsmith (D7)


Attacked:

Seon (N2)
Yaropolk (N2) (Mictlantecuhtli)
Csargo (N2) (Quetzalcoatl)
Jarema (N3)
Ishmael (N3)
Visorslash (N4)
Daveshack (N5)
Lazy McCrow (N6)
Edse (D7)
Lewwyn (D7) (Mictlantecuhtli Champion)

Wrath of Khaan:

Zaccino
Landlubber
Fluffy


More to come later when basketball tourney isn't on.

[Montmorency]

Man, my coin flips go against me way too often.

My glorious precision with regard to Yaropolk and GeneralHankerchief is nullified by my self-defeating fixation on BSmith.

Quicktopic.

Good game, Khan! I really enjoyed this twist. I love it when I get neutral-ish roles. Too bad so many townies refused to consider the possibility of their limited relevance.

Congrats to Lewwyn for slipping under my radar until the end. If only we could have cooperated earlier on stopping him, Quetzl.

[Visor]

I GODDAMN TOLD YOU ALL. I DON'T SUCK AS BADLY AS YOU THINK. WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY DOES NO-ONE LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Edit: This is depressing. Anyway, great game Khaan, especially liked my death writeup as I am studying to be an engineer at the moment. SO I thought it quite fitting.

Well done lewwyn, you had the town fooled. But I knew it was you.