Okay. Since most people voted for an early decision, you'll get an early decision.
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Execute Mortulus - 1 vote (Silent Flower)
Execute Silent Flower - 5 votes (Mortulus, SnowmanV2, mika, Nefela, WishmasteR)
4 votes are needed for execution.Silent Flower has been executed.A crowd of angry townspeople burst into the tavern, where
Silent Flower was singing another song. They grabbed the unfortunate woman, broke her instrument, and dragged her to the town square. She was accused of witchcraft and stoned to death.
The day is over. The night begins.
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Twilight is forbidden here, only light is allowed
The Wandering Healer sat in a dirty, cold, and smelly prison cell, located somewhere underground. Due to recent events in the city, he was more afraid of dying than ever, and spent all night creating protective spells for himself. This attracted the attention of the authorities. Karnor suspected him of being involved in the recent series of murders and decided to lock him up until the matter was clarified.
- I don't care what you're doing at night. But if it's somehow related to what's happening in the city, consider yourself already dead.
- I'm innocent! I swear! - the distraught healer said in a squeaky voice.
- Sir Karnor, the first advisor has arrived. He is waiting for you outside, - reported the guard who entered the room.
- What does this bitch want...
Sylaella was waiting for Karnor at the entrance to the dungeon. She suspected that he might be attacked tonight. But she realized she was wrong only when she heard the approaching sound of hooves. A knight was galloping towards her, aiming his spear at her. Seeing the semi-transparent figure of a man in armor, the guards hurried to hide in the dungeon and barricade the door. Sylaella stood calmly, with her hands folded on her chest. And disappeared into the shadows just as the knight's spear was inches from her heart. She appeared ten feet behind the galloping rider. And when he turned around, a throwing knife was stuck in the slit of his helmet. And a couple of seconds later, two more. After that, the rider fell from his horse. Sylaella cautiously approached the knight lying on the ground, but even her speed was not enough to dodge the supernaturally fast sword strike of the seemingly defeated opponent. She fell to the ground. Unable to move after a serious wound that left no marks on her body, the elf barely raised her head, and the last thing she saw before losing consciousness was the knight's sword raised above her…
- What the hell is going on here?! – Karnor shouted, seeing the guards huddled against the barricaded door.
- Sir, there's a ghost!
- Cowardly dogs! Quickly clear this out, let me out!
- But sir!
- Clear it out, I said! Idiots! If it really is a ghost, it can pass through walls! – Karnor said, drawing his sword. – In that case, steel won't help here either. – he whispered to himself.
***
The blade was almost at its target when the knight suddenly stopped. Behind him appeared a tall, stocky man with a completely shaved head. He was dressed in a red cloak, with bracers made of some kind of metal on his forearms, and a medallion with a large dark purple stone hung on his chest.
The knight was drawn to the man in the cloak. He began to shrink and be drawn into the medallion. Soon, nothing remained of the knight. After that, people in cloaks and combat mages in light armor, armed with exotic weapons for these places, appeared. Daetus struggled to keep up with them, leaning on his staff.
- Faster! Take her away before she dies, - commanded the man in the red cloak.
- See, Lord Sheol, - Daetus said to the supreme mage, - there are some mental entities walking around the city and killing everyone, and these fanatics are not letting us do anything and are stoning innocent people! It's all as I told you.
- I think you and your students can handle her wounds. Because I need to take care of something else.
- Yes, yes, we'll handle it, don't worry!
From the shadows of Sheol, Haeliel appeared and looked worriedly at the wounded Sylaella, who was being carried away by the mages.
- And I hoped you would die of corruption, - Sheol said sarcastically to Haeliel.
- And I thought you never hope for anything, - Haeliel replied with a smile, after which Karnor ran out of the entrance to the dungeon, shouting and with his sword drawn.
Seeing Haeliel and Sheol, he put his sword back in its scabbard and turned to the guards peeking out from behind the door.
- Damn bastards, where is your ghost?! – he asked, spreading his arms.
- Sir Karnor, I think you no longer need to worry about so-called ghosts. - said the supreme mage, stroking his medallion.
- Sorry, Lord Sheol, you can see who I have to command. And you, probably, came to deal with our weakling?
Haeliel and Sheol looked at each other, after which the second replied:
- Yes, that's what I came here for. So, let's go, let's not waste time.
- Excellent, very good, let's go.
***
When the supreme mage entered the Lord's room with the others, several old church servants stood over Kohel and recited some prayers. Seeing them, Sheol rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, and then said:
- For the sake of the first wizards! Get these fools out of here!
The guards escorted the obviously offended and disgruntled churchmen out. This could be understood by their faces. But they did not dare to answer anything to the supreme mage. The wizard stood over the Lord, put his hand on his head, and recited a short spell. After that, the ghosts of Master Silahimius, Lord Mirnor, and some girl appeared in the room. They stood still, doing nothing, looking at Sheol, Haeliel, and Karnor.
- Great Creator! - Karnor exclaimed. - Brother! Almost like alive!
- Actually, this is not your brother, Sir Karnor, - Sheol said, - this is, if you want, his copy, created by Kohel.
- Copy? I don't understand…
- Magic. – Haeliel replied. – It's that kind of magic. You don't need to know anything more.
- And I don't want to! Will you take them away?
After that question, all the ghosts were drawn into the supreme mage's medallion, and Lord Kohel regained consciousness.
- Uncle… what's going on?
- Ah-ha-ha! You're awake! – Karnor exclaimed joyfully and rushed to the bed to hug his nephew tightly.
- I don't understand…
- You'll understand later, Lord Kohel. - said the supreme mage, taking an old book in a black cover that was lying on the bed. – And I'll take this for now. You'll read it later. Ah yes, - Sheol said, leaving the room, - I advise you to dig up all those they recently killed right now, before they run out of air.
The Mafia wins!
But in the end, they still get their comeuppance. Alas and alack! Such is the will of the great GM!