Council Of The Magi - Small Mafia - ON HOLD

[Thermal]

*A noble man looks at his fellow Council assured that he would get through this alive, with such clear louts & apprentices parading around the room.

[Captain Blackadder]

Magus Supremo I must thank you for you hospitallity you have truely made a paradise here. I must congratulate you on that spell that made the garden outisde you must tell it to me some time. I feel like this place is indeed a great sanctury from the hustle and bustle of being a magi

[Greyblades]

I hope we can finish this soon, I have better things to do than watch acolytes trade words over a counsle table.

[boudica]

Day One

The cold buffet and contents of the bar are quickly polished off by the thirteen Magi - who then brush off the crumbs and shiftily eye one anothers' identically-cowled Council Robes.

The gentle muzak which had been piped into the Tower of Sorcery Conference Centre Cocktail Lounge is suddenly interrupted by the amplified sound of two sharp notes on a xylophone, and the voice of the chief administrator crackles over the tannoy:

"Esteemed Magi! May I present to you the incumbent MAGUS SUPREMO! .....Boudica the N00bz0R!

The double doors swing open and - flanked by a gaggle of minions bearing the various Artifacts of Office (The Parchment of Word, The Mystical Spreadsheet and the most ineffective but widely lauded wand ever to be constructed: The Power Point) - Boudica enters the room. She walks slowly, her gnarled hands both clutch her staff for support, and coughs phlegm-ily a few times before addressing the Magi.

"Sorry I'm late folks... ahchhemmm - It is with great pleasure that I call this Council into Session. These past ten years have been frankly a pai... WAIT! I SENSE....."

SHAZZZAMMMMM!

The conference centre is thrown in to a blackness tinged with an electric surge of raw magic. Flashes of strobing purple light add suitably malevolent silhouettes, as those present bang into each other and attempt to cast protective circles about them.

From the Parchment of Word a cone of light is projected - within it's confines whirl the tortured figures of dark and fearsome Magi, numbering in their thousands. With one voice they speak:

"FOOLS! Our time of incarceration is at an end! We shall crush you and all your kind before taking back what is rightfully ours!"

The figure of Boudica is suddenly glimpsed, grasping the hallowed Mystical Spreadsheet from its ceremonial cushion as minions of the Tower of Sorcery are flung into the air and enveloped in searing purple flame. Boudica appears to wrestle with the magical item and unseen powers battle for ascendency until suddenly the darkness is lifted.

Boudica lies prone; the Mystical Spreadsheet under her. The bodies of dead and dying minions lie all about the Conference Centre, smoke rising from their charred husks. Belatedly the sprinkler system kicks in and soaks the thirteen Magi, before Boudica feebly raises a hand and with a click of her liver-spotted fingers shuts it off.

Clutching her staff, the MAGUS SUPREMO rises shakily to her feet. The doors burst open and the chief administrator rushes in "Oh Gods what has happened!" he cries and runs to where the Artifacts of Office have been scattered. With a lightening flash Boudica send forth a beam of energy which pins the administrator to the wall.

"What have you done?!" she shrieks

"Mistress! No!" the administrator clasps at his throat

"I have always suspected you! I have always known the Magi Mafiosi were not all accounted for! Now you shall pay!"

"Mistress I beg you..I...I"

But the strangled pleading of the chief administrator is cut off as his body is flung into the air and then hurled to the floor where the Parchment of Word lies. For an instant, the cone of whirling evil Magi is visible - before the chief administrators body appears to be cast into it...

"MWAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" the malificent voices cry as one! "Feed us more of these! - He is not our Kind!"

The thirteen Magi attempt to cover their ears as the chief administrator is ripped to shreds by the swirling forms, his screams fading to nothing as the cone of light shrinks and then disappears.

Boudica turns to face the astonished assembled.

"Oh bugger" she says "I always had my suspicions about that obsequious little runt, but it appears he was innocent after all"

She raises her finger and waves it slowly at the thirteen Magi.

"One of you! One of YOU! ....kaff! ... must be the Magus Mafioso for whom we have searched for these last hundred years.... Which of you is it?!"

All remain silent.

"Well - So be it! My strength allows me only to perform such vigorous action once a day without the fabric of time and space being shredded and the Magi Mafiosi freed! So - as I cannot simply exile you all right now - we shall convene here once again tomorrow and - instead of voting for whom we wish to assume the role of Magus Supremo - we shall decide between us who's turn it is to be cast into the VOID!"

Several of the Magi start forward - protesting at the clear insanity of such a project... but with another wave of her bony claw, and a terrifying glare, The Magus Supremo silences them.

With that, Boudica shuffles from the conference centre and cocktail lounge and the thirteen Magi are left open-mouthed at what they have seen. Nervously they begin to leave for their rooms - briefly consulting the map of the Tower of Sorcery in the foyer and taking their assigned keys from the terrified minion sitting at the desk of reception.

It is Night One. Orders Please - and be quick about it - You have until some time on Monday GMT (roughly 36 hours) to submit them. PM me - Or you can email me at icenibird -AT- googlemail -DOT - com, if you wish. If at any point private chat threads are set up between any of you, I would be most grateful if you would invite me to them. Any questions? PM/email me. That is all.

[Yoyoma1910]

This place is so great, there should be cheeseburgers here. Too bad they have none in the buffet, otherwise it would be ...uh... perfect. They truly are my addiction, yet here they seem so far away... oh, so far away.

[Greyblades]

So... our leader is a psychopath that kills people on impulse?

[Thermal]

So... our leader is a psychopath that kills people on impulse?

*mumbles under his breath


What ignorant fools say this right in front of there leader.

Sigh, this all reinforces the evident idiocy of my audience.

[Greyblades]

I was talking OOC.

[Thermal]

I was talking OOC.

What's an OOC? Such strange reference, I do not not want to know more of your derangement language, addressing you is an embarrassment in front of my audience.

[Greyblades]

Out Of Character.

[Thermal]

Out Of Character.

I hope you are out of character, because I've never seen such a courtesan killing cur!

[Greyblades]

Right, this coming from a mage who couldnt even stand the spicy chicken.

[Thermal]

Right, this coming from a mage who couldnt even stand the spicy chicken.

I refuse to parlay with your kind any longer, uhhh, I feel sick, you even eat meat.

[Greyblades]

Oh great, who invited the druid?

[Yoyoma1910]

Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen...


If you're going to argue in this manner, can't you do so in the outer sanctuary where the rest of us can't hear.

[Thermal]

Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen...


If you're going to argue in this manner, can't you do so in the outer sanctuary where the rest of us can't hear.

There is no argument! Foolish parlay you decree too!

[Greyblades]

Besides, the water mages turned the sanctuary into an aquarum.

[Greyblades]

So... are we going to vote or what?

[boudica]

It's Night.

[Greyblades]

...I knew that...

[boudica]

Night 1 is over - write up will be posted imminently.

[boudica]

Boudica Teh N00bz0R sipped strong, dark, treacly coffee from a small white china cup and idly rolled herself a long tapered cigarillo.

One by one, the thirteen Magi filed in to the Breakfast hall and helped themselves to individual servings of cereal and fruit juice before taking their seats.

"It seems that you have all survived the night" the old crone looked severely at them. "..but one of you is a traitor and our task now shall see whomsoever is chosen: - cast into exile of the VOID.

You may begin your voting and of course - pleading for your miserable lives".

Day 2 begins - It will end in 24 hours (roughly 9 AM GMT Tues.).

EDIT: Day 2 will end in 48 hours from the original post rather than 24 - as it is a bank holiday :) (roughly 9AM GMT Wednesday)

[Captain Blackadder]

Interesting fellow mages it seems like our traitor did not kill last night. I wonder why that could be? Is it possible that he feel asleep or could he have being indisposed?

[pevergreen]

Quite possible, my dear friend.

However, we must find this traitor, and at the end of it, elect a supreme one amongst us, as was our intended purpose.

[seireikhaan]

Everyone should Vote: Psychonaut. I have a strong reason for why he should be lynched. DO IT NAUGH!

[Captain Blackadder]

Fellow Mage as much as I would like to take your word for it.Can you give some more info please?

[Thermal]

Fellow Mage as much as I would like to take your word for it.Can you give some more info please?

Oh do remove your discourtesy from this room. It's unpleasant enough having to sit in this audience, risking the disease of plague in your dirty presence!


vote: captain blackadder

I would vote for every single one of you scoundrels too if my leader allowed it!

[Yoyoma1910]

Everyone should Vote: Psychonaut. I have a strong reason for why he should be lynched. DO IT NAUGH!

Eh, I'll buy that for a Dollar.

Vote:Psyconaut.


You best hope this ends up being a good lead, 'Khaan, else you very well may be next.

[Quintus.JC]

Vote: Sigurd

Makes a good lynch on day 2.

[Thermal]

Vote: Sigurd

Makes a good lynch on day 2.

Indeed


but I still hate you