It's all a deception
Emperor Narodar had been feeling extremely unwell lately. The events in the city had seriously shaken his mental balance. After changing into his imperial pajamas, Narodar climbed the stairs to the huge, one-and-a-half-meter-wide bed. There, a blonde woman was already waiting for him, covered with a blanket and lying with her back to him.
- New girl? - Narodar addressed her. - I'm not in the mood today, even for new girls.
- Oh, we're so sad, - said a voice that was painfully familiar to Narodar.
Startled, the emperor fell to the floor, dragging part of the blankets and sheets with him. When Narodar crawled out from under the bed linen, Obben pressed the blade of his spear to his throat.
- Ha-ha! A man was in your bed! Now this is no longer just dirty rumors, but the most real dirty truth!
- You damned maniac! You won't succeed in tarnishing my good name! - Narodar threatened Obben, forgetting that there was a very sharp object at his throat.
- Quiet, quiet. Your name is already tarnished. By the way, maybe you'll tell me before you die what you were doing with Sen-O-Ple? - Obben asked with a smirk.
- Go to hell, pervert!
- I didn't think you'd be so brave in the face of death.
- I will die, but my loyal subjects will continue the fight and not allow the vile Raven to seize the city and the empire! Glory to the Emperor! - Narodar exclaimed, after which Obben cut his throat.
- Death to Narodar, - Obben added.
Meanwhile, fierce battles were raging throughout the city between loyalists and supporters of Lord Raven. Verfalis, along with the remaining warriors loyal to the emperor and two dragons, were driven into the depths of the castle and barricaded themselves in one of the halls.
- We must retreat to the caves beneath the castle, - Isvthirt said, breathing with a hangover.
- No! I will not run! I am not a coward! - Verfalis protested.
- Stop thinking with your rapier, - Tesarm said. - Trust the dragon's wisdom. In order for us to have any chance of defeating the enemy, we need to retreat, gather our strength, plan everything, and...
- No! - the duelist interrupted him. - We must fight to the end! We swore...
Verfalis continued to say something, Isvthirt rolled his eyes and breathed in his face with a hangover, causing the duelist to lose consciousness.
The dragons, along with the remaining warriors, left the city through the dungeons. It seems that the empire, or at least part of it, was facing a civil war.
Kost sadly watched the soldiers of Raven in black armor passing by his house. The next day, Kost's health deteriorated sharply, and he died. The same fate befell Count Rgu. And the ghost of Father Torsoh was imprisoned by Raven in a crystal ball.
The mafia wins
Verfalis - Ehsa Aileri
Temn - Heroist
Rout Kenol - SnowmanV2
Narodar - Neyra Drake
Kost - Gur
Moak - Nefela
Kshadorakk - Arandor
Shan-Ma - Mortulus
Sen-O-Ple - Alex306
Reyna Kreid - VesperLindt
Tulusmor - KindShaman
Tesarm - Drakkoshka
Isvthirt - Ple-Sen
Torsoh - WishmasteR
Rgu - MedjersoN_HP Zesma - Alexeagle
Obben - Zlobny Yashchur
Lord Raven - Sesame
Toregis - MasteR
Igelax - Rudy Ryashchu - Ment
Simair - Gekasan_RU