The House of Origin [Concluded]

[GeneralHankerchief]

Also, holy crap confirmation bias, guys.

[Choxorn]

I'd say Lazy and GH seem about equally scummy at this point, but as it seems the day has been over for several hours now, I couldn't change my vote if I wanted to, and it wouldn't make a difference in the tally even if I could change it.

[autolycus]

Well, for everyone who doesn't have a kill, this game is almost certainly over, one way or the other. Lazy, if you're innocent, may your sword strike true.

[seireikhaan]

Right-o, round over, I'll have writeup posted asap.

[seireikhaan]

I had to follow my instincts. All the way to the end. They were divine instincts, after all! It was for reasons that I rallied the last four to offer me another sacrifice. There was much desperate bickering, none apparently willing to fall on my sword. It quickly evolved into a two-sided fight between my master at arms, Elsehan, and Faltin, the commander of the royal barracks. My instincts were growing a bit nervous at the prospect of my two highest ranking followers left being traitors. Both had served me and my family for decades! If this is what it had come to... In the end, Faltin was offered to me, not even gracing the debate with the dignity to vote against his opponent when such a move would create a logjam. He kneeled in front of me of his own volition, a disgusted look on his face at being accused of treason. I admit, for the first time since we had become trapped in the labyrinth, I genuinely hesitated as Elsehan glared at me expectantly. I held my sword aloft and looked at the condemned man, who refused to look me in the eye, preferring to star the the floor. He'd served so long... his training was what enabled me to conquer the holy city in the first place! Could I...? No, I had to. I was divinity incarnate. My instincts were guides from the gods themselves.

"Faltin, I hereby-"

I halted as the words choked themselves out in my throat.

No.

What... what was this?

End him!

My gaze moved of its own volition back to Elsehan. What? Him? But... my instinct... we had this procedure set...

Kill.

I took a step forward. Then another. What devilry was this? No! I was divinity incarnate! I would not succumb!

Kill.

No! I wrenched my head back to Faltin, who was now glaring at me furiously.

You would betray his loyalty?!

His loyalty... could I really kill the man who trained me in combat as a child? Was that the reward he deserved, for enduring this torment, for teaching me everything he knew?

Kill.

My head turned of its own volition back to Elsehan. But... he had also been nothing but loyal! If Faltin did not deserve it, why did Elsehan?

KILL!

No! My will is my own! I felt as though a weight lifted from my chest. I turned back to Faltin, still glaring at me. I would follow my instincts, the divine instruction of the gods. I knew what we had to do. Not uttering another word, I brought my sword down upon Faltin's neck and sliced through, perhaps only an inch deep. His eyes suddenly went wide, fear replacing hatred as a silvery mist escaped from the wound. It coiled into the air, growing thicker, with discernable features growing. Large eyes and a gaping maw faced down at me. Then, without warning, it simply shot down the nearest hallway as a loud tittering echoed back to us.

I knelt down next to my maimed commander, who was struggling on his last ounces of life. He was struggling to say something, his eyes still wide with fear as he tried to lift his head up. The effort proved too much, and he let his head rest, settling for raising a hand to my cheek. It just managed to make contact before falling flat, the fear in his eyes growing dulled.

I... I don't even know what to do. I withdrew from the group and let the scribe dismiss them. I pray that my commander did not die for nothing...




It is now night 7! You have 24 hours.



Tally:

GH 2 (Lazy, Jarema)
Lazy McCrow 1 (Choxorn)
Choxorn 1 (GH)





Alive:

Choxorn
Jarema
Lazy McCrow

Lynched:

NinjaCow (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
TinCow (D3)
Andres (D4)
Montmorency (D5)
Visorslash (D6)
GeneralHankerchief (D7)

Killed:

Atheotes (N1)
JoanK (N1)
Arjos (N2)
Bsmith (N2)
Ironside (N2)
Zack (N2)
Chaotix (N3)
Edse (N3)
Makrell (N3)
Riedquat (N3)
White Eyes (N3)
Buddhafish (N4)
Captain Blackadder (N4)
Askthepizzaguy (N5)
Autolycus (N5)
Ishmael (N5)
Double A (N6)

Attacked:

Ishmael (N1)
Tincow (N2)
Ishmael (N4)
GeneralHankerchief (N5)

Wrath of Khaan:

Kagemusha (D3)
Xenoneb (D4)
Jolt (D4)

[autolycus]

Looks promising. Lazy, if you're scum, congratulations on a well played game. Otherwise, you have to decide who to kill. The game may be over and issaikhaan is just messing with us.

[TinCow]

Looks promising. Lazy, if you're scum, congratulations on a well played game. Otherwise, you have to decide who to kill. The game may be over and issaikhaan is just messing with us.

Looks to me like Lazy is scum and we're done. Regardless, whoever has won deserved it. If it's town, it was some nice clutch analysis. If it's mafia, it was a well managed disguise. Superb finish either way. I look forward to reading the end.

[Askthepizzaguy]

As I said, ham.