With night soon to set in, a few of the remaining members of Fantasy Land gather in the darkened cobble streets. A gentle fog rolls over the town and land and the moon obscures as each member looks one another in the eye. With silent nods all around, the residents dart off into varying alley ways. On the other side of town rests Moz, leaning against the local Tavern Ogre. For a moment the settling evening darkness lingers in the air, but with pounding passion and heart the residents reveal their hidden selves in the darkness. Moz hastily looks for an exit and attempts to scramble into Tavern Ogre. He beats down on the door, crying out for help. The small sliding notch in the door opens up and from inside peers a grinning Haydena. Backing away from the door, Sully grabs Moz before he can retreat any further. Wicked and Phobia both bruise and strike Moz with all their might and beat him to a bloody pulp, and rip him from limb to limb.
Moz976, the Red Dragon, (Mafia) lies around the Oracle, in pieces scattered for miles. Day Three Ends.
Let the Third Night begin! Send in your night choices.
Just wanted to say good game everyone that was a ton of fun I look forward to Andy's next game.
goodbye and goodnight.
"The suitcoats say, 'There is money to be made.'
They get so excited, nothing gets in their way
My road it may be lonely just because it's not paved.
It's good for drifting, drifting away."
-Vedder
As dawn breaks on Day Four, the remaining members of Fantasy Land march out of their homes and toward the Oracle with an note of raising exuberance. A gentle breeze caresses the bosomed hills as each member advances up the narrow and dirt path leading to the Oracle.
As they reach the Oracle the sun rises above and shines a blinding light, nearly obscuring the Oracle area. An shadowy figure casts its darkness on the ground before it. Sully raises a hand to block the burning sun's rays on his watering eyes.
Before the Oracle rests Phobia, the Goblin Vagabond(Unlocked Vigilante - Townie), strung up limb by limb on wooden poles, and skin stuffed with dry straw like a scarecrow.