Мафия 9. Mage Valley

After a perfectly ordinary day, consisting of seven meetings on various issues, the council members peacefully dispersed to their respective parts of the vast forum building to prepare for sleep. The last rays of the setting sun sparkled in the multitude of windows and disappeared over the horizon... The first night has begun

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Morning arrived in the Valley of Mages. A sunny and warm morning after the rain that fell during the night. The council members gradually gathered in the main hall for their usual morning meeting. Eventually, everyone arrived except for Gur, Hermit, and KostyaN. Suddenly, the door to the hall opened, and a mage entered. Each of those present could say that they knew him, but could not say his name – everyone called him the Prophet. He was the Grand Master of the seventeenth, unofficial school of magic – the magic of dreams. After exchanging greetings with the other mages, the Prophet spoke: -I know that you are waiting for Gur and KostyaN. But you won't see them today… -Why? – the council members asked in unison. -And what about Hermit? – someone asked. At that moment, Hermit entered the hall. He looked unwell, and he explained his lateness by saying that he had drunk something before going to bed. -You will never see them again. I see… - The Prophet closed his eyes and waved his open palm around – our old friend Gur is now lying on his own bed with his lungs torn open, and his bushy beard is torn to shreds. The killer scratched the simplest children's rhyme on the wall – "Chiki-briki, I'll throw my finger away." There are footprints of soft slippers and bear claws on the floor. As for KostyaN, he is hanging upside down in his room, and a magical artifact left by the criminal lies beneath him, which is supposed to awaken its owner at eight o'clock. Before being hanged, KostyaN aged a couple of hundred years in just one night. On KostyaN's desk, there is always a mess, as always, with a pile of books and a stack of papers with his personal seal in the form of the letter "B." All the council members were shocked by what the Prophet said. Some even thought that he was to blame for their deaths, if he was telling everything with such accuracy… -Now, tell me, what was unusual tonight? Did anyone have a strange and incomprehensible dream? – asked the Prophet. -This morning, I found this on my desk – with these words, Revan showed the council members two completely different flowers – a blue violet and a white lavender. -I couldn't sleep all night because of water dripping from the ceiling, – grumbled Zybr. -And my whole room is covered in some kind of pollen, – said WhiteLizard. -I listened to the most wonderful music from another world all night and slept perfectly, – shared Arandor. Lu41k, Kyle, and Wedma told about the creatures they saw in their dreams – Lu41k saw monsters and nightmares, Kyle dreamed of noble elves, and Wedma met her own double in her dream. -This is very interesting, gentlemen mages, – said the Prophet after a few minutes – it seems that there are ill-wishers among you. If you can accurately identify them, we can talk about punishment. But please be objective and reasonable, – the Prophet said goodbye to everyone and left, and the council members went back to their everyday affairs. List of living players:
1. Lu41k
2. Revan
4. Zybr
5. Arandor
6. Xostor
7. WhiteLizard
8. Rift
9. Hermit
10. Ta Kotoraya...
11. Kash
12. Wedma
13. Magnus
14. Нэйра Дрейк
15. Kyle
List of dead players:
3. Гур
16. КостяN