Lazy awoke and struggled to his feet. At first he thought some malevolent fog had descended, until he realised that the sky was in fact clear for the first time in days, but the fog that had descended was over his vision. The curse was worsening.

He fumbled for his sack ...of magical items, and drew each of them out of the bag in turn, as if somehow his sense of touch would allow him to identify which of the objects had been accursed.

The COIN-OPERATED CODPIECE OF WHANG felt as it always did - heavy and potent. His legendary helm: JHIMIHIL’S GRILLPIECE was as sturdy and reassuring as ever, and his boots, MHAXIGRYP’s SOUL CRUSHERS looked as shiny and respendant as they had always been. That was strange... where was his bow? Where was the bow of the ancients: The MAGNIFICENT GO-RHI-FROOMI?

All that remained in the bottom of the sack was a handful of splinters. Lazy let them fall through his fingers and hung his head in his hands.

Memnon has been killed

WIth a calm voice, but not without a tinge of hurt, Lazy spoke quietly:

‘Ok, which of you bastards did that?’

Day Four begins - will last 36 hours if needs be, but if everyone has had their say in 24 I shall get to adjudication

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