Posts from Mafia 16. I.A.O Auto-translated

Arandor met a different fate: his body was scorched on the bed, and neither the blanket nor the bed itself were damaged; a faint smell of ozone and a sense of freshness permeated the air. Another thing caught the guests' attention: there was a hole in the floor, caused by the fiery intervention, as if someone had come to the owner's dwelling with displeasure. Furthermore, there was a feeling that Arandor had been done a disservice, but the residents, nevertheless, pitied the poor fellow and moved on.

The survivors rushed out of the Temple, knocking over Vegtham, who was late and holding a lamp with ether. Having survived the mad crowd, he ran after the others, luckily they hadn't gone far.

Before their eyes appeared a strange sight: around the house of Neyra Drake, a river had spread, forming a moat, and around the moat, cats were raging: hissing and meowing ominously echoed throughout the area.

However, deciding to avoid the wrath of the sacred animals, the residents moved on, and soon they saw the house of Ta Kotor’o. The door to the room was missing, sand lay on the threshold, and the hostess was in a trance, humming some tune.

at his feet were traces of tears, and next to them was a candle dedicated to the blessed Cleopatra.

Everything around was covered in blood, and Ann’a-Martin’s body lay on the altar with stab wounds; it seemed as if loneliness had killed her...

The whole night there was a terrible storm… as if all the winds of the world were raging…. it seemed that by morning there would be no stone left standing, but with the arrival of the first rays of light, it all passed… and this too shall pass….

Ann’y-Martin’ы with lacerated wounds, it seemed that she was killed by loneliness, however, the picture was completed by the general fear,

Before their eyes appeared a strange picture: around the house of Neyra Drake, a river spread, forming a moat, around the moat cats were raging: hissing, meowing menacingly echoed around.

A different fate befell Arandor: his body was burned on the bed, and neither the blanket nor the bed itself were damaged, everywhere there was a lingering ozone, accompanied by freshness. Also, one thing attracted the attention of the guests: on the floor there was a hole caused by fiery intervention, as if someone came to the owner of the house with displeasure. In addition, there was a feeling that Arandor was done a disservice, but still, taking pity on the poor fellow, the residents moved on.

In the middle of the square stood an ice sculpture of crabby, slightly melted by the morning rays, the ice captured him in eternity in the pose of a martyr writhing in terrible pain,
at his feet were traces of tears, and next to it was a candle stuck, dedicated to the blessed Cleopatra.

The lizard belongs to the element of fire, which means he is either a fire mage or a Warlock. I suggest executing/killing.
signature: Oracle, earth mage, subject of the goddess Bastet

Question to the GM: if MedjersoN_HP was resurrected tonight by a blood mage, could he perform a Night Duel (ND) on the same night?

The first thing that comes to mind is the first line from Arandor's signature: "This place is so empty..." and yesterday he tried to excuse Freud!..

Thank you -_-"
Very skillful manipulation, especially considering how active they were last time in the announcements -_-

Suddenly, WhiteLizard burst into the room, holding an ether lamp in his hand, and he looked a little disappointed. The only phrase he uttered in his defense: It's terrible! Cats were scratching at my door all night! Cats! Cats!