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Q'sor looks at Cromenon and a look of amusement flashes across his face. "How can any of us be sure of any but ourselves? So I'll accept your suspicion and respond to it with my own, Just as long as it stays suspicion."

Turning to Disciple, "It is not treasonous to know the strength of your enemy. To dismiss him as weak is prideful and often foolish. I respect Nagash as being strong, but I do not follow him, nor have I ever. It is best if you remember that."

He now turns to Gildus, "I council not inaction. No, I council us to wait, and more importantly to watch. To do otherwise, to act rashly will destroy our little alliance and end whatever hopes we have of destroying Nagash. But you Gildus seem intent on this whether or not you are a traitor. So, for the sake of at least a veneer of unity I name you a traitor."

Vote: Gildus (kbloodslear)
 
"Please, don't flatter me! I'm honoured that you all portray me a villain. However, I regret to inform you that my death would be rather...anti-climactic."

"Q'Sor, you council us to wait? Why, at this point waiting IS inaction! By casting a vote against you, ye who casts suspicion upon mine eye, I inspired the others, yourself included, to respond and speak up! Of course, I didn't expect such overwhelming enthusiasm from this lot. At least my vote has done its job: to get the lot of you to react. It is much easier to jump on someone else's bandwagon than to step up and build one's own. Since no one else felt compelled to take action...", he trails off.

"Believe me or not, this motion was a spark of controversy intended to light the torch of truth, casting a shadow upon those who speak falsely and burning those who convict themselves."

"I am satisfied with the results of my commotion, and so I shall retract my vote. I don't, however, expect any of you to do likewise (*under his breath* as the intelligent ones are clearly 'untrustworthy')...Go with your gut, else our kin may lose their own."

Unvote: Q'Sor (curryoflife)
 
At his words Disciple turned to look at Gildus. The look on his face was enough to stop many in their tracks as his eyes burned with cold hate.
"Perhaps my comrades are correct. At least the others here have spoken their thoughts. Your first instinct was to play games, lie, be deceitful. Even if you are not the traitor I would not want to travel with one such as you. By doing these pathetic things you have only damned yourself."

Unvote: Q'Sor (curryoflife)
Vote: Gildus (kbloodslear)
 
"This situation, peculiar as it might be, is but a game for the time being. No proper evidence, and naught to go on but mere conjecture. I take the opportunity to spice up this bland meal, and like a pack of wild animals you bite the hand that feeds!"

"It appears your humour runs dry. So much for my 'feeble' attempts at an amusing prelude - with my funny bone now cut clean I shan't be enjoying this..."

"Disciple, you accuse me of lies and deceit. Why not make an example of the easiest target? He who speaks most is more prone to error, so why speak up and risk attention when you can let me take the fall? I might arouse suspicion, but I'm no more guilty than you - all of you - until we know better. In my defence, I have naught by my word: everything I say is a lie. For those who don't get the joke, it's a circular reference (everything I say is a lie, hence that statement itself is a lie, and so forth)...In all gravity, would you rather I be more direct? Countless years of politics can remove near all manner of conciseness from one's speech."

"Gentlemen, there are knives in our backs. Shall we wait for the first one to kill? Or would you prefer to start in plain sight?"
As he says this, Gildus isolates himself from the others, waiting to see who approaches.
 
" i said nothing of sitting and waiting!" the darkly clad vampire claims, now on his feat
"we must go out and discover this traitor before any innocent..... if i can call any of us that..... un-lives are taken!"
 
"So it was all a game huh?"

Boorelius shook his head.
"It sickens me that you tried to trick people into sending Q'sor to his death. You wanted action from this council? You got your action, but your behavior only raises my suspicion of you. You may be used to politics and the games of humans, but here such actions only condemn you."
 
Azahul waited patiently for a gap in the uproar of accusations before speaking.
"Although I stand by my previous decision, that we are unlikely to discover our traitor through guessing, I applaud Gildus and his 'attempt' to discover the traitor. Unfortunately, by retracting his vote, and his subsequent claims that he was simply 'playing a game', he has caused me to lose all respect for him. This situation makes it appear that he could very well be a traitor, who tried to incite us into killing Q'sor in order to make things easier for him, but when the tide turned he tried to claim that he wasn't serious, withdrawing his vote in order to add weight to this argument. I will cast my vote, despite my beliefs, in the hope that we truly have uncovered the traitor."

Vote: Gildus (kbloodslear)
 
In half an hour the sun would rise, and the vampires would have to return to their coffins, but there was one last task to be done.


“Gildus my old friend, I am afraid the council has chosen you for execution this night, do you have any last words?”

“ I am innocent, yet I accept my death calmly, I hope it shall help uncover the traitors.”

Reaching into his breastpocket he pulled out a letter.

“This details my last wishes,”

He handed the letter to Draithon who read it over once, and nodded calmly, before meeting Gildus in the eye.

“You are ready?”

“Yes”

Gildus closed his eyes and stood stock still upon the ground. Draithon stepped up to him and placed a hand on his chest before retreating and muttering a few ancient words. The council stood in a semicircle around the pair. At that instant, a ghostly purple blade appeared in the air and impaled Gildus in the chest, he was immediately surrounded by a flowing circle of ethereal flame.

As the flames ended, Gildus collapsed upon the ground, his face in an expression of peace.

“Elliana, now that he is dead, can you check his mind, to see if he was a follower of Nagash?”

She nodded and knelt down in her pale blue dress, placing her hand on the dead vampires brow.

Minutes passed before she rose.

“No,” shaking her head “He was loyal, we killed a vampire faithful to our cause”.
Both of their eyes showed a trace of sadness. Draithon spoke up.

“ He shall be buried”.

“Let this council rest, be wary of traitors.”
With that Draithon sat down.

Gildus (Kbloodslear)-- Loyalist

1.Azahul
2. Prince_Urial
3. curryoflife
4. DiscipleofNagash
5. Boo
6. cripple
7. Dark Lord Nihilus
8. Get_of_W'soran
9. alion0148
10. kbloodslear--Dead--Loyalist
11. Fodderboy
12. Cromenon
13.Christophe von Carstein

It is now Day, you may make a single post on going to your coffins, or about this death etc. There will now be a 48hr interval where you can examine posts and people with Special abilities can PM me. When examining posts look for patterns between posters, as usually the traitors work together in some way (A hint for first timers).

OOC: Could every one PM me on how they wish their character to act when executed?
 
Batholis shook his head in disgust- his companions were hasty, and unfortunate haste would lead to their own destruction. now there was one less loyalist to help root out the traitors.

Sighing, he turned and walked towards his coffin.
 
Q'sor looks down at the still body of Gildus and sighs. "While trying to draw the traitors of the shadows, Brother Gildus fell. I regret that one loyal to our cause has fallen. But I suggest we learn from his death. We should all be wary of the traitors among us, but we must also proceed with caution, we cannot let fear rule us, for that will cause us to act in haste. We must remember that we stand alone against Nagash, and the traitors wish us to bicker amongst ourselves and do as we have done tonight. But Gildus's passing has left a bitter taste in your mouth, so I leave you now to hope tomorrow night will end better."
 
"It is as I feared. We have acted without evidence, and the result is the death of an innocent. Let us hope that our next attempt is more successful," Azahul spoke, rising to his feet and making his way to the coffins.
"We cannot afford many more mistakes like this."
 
Boorelius stood up from his chair and shook his head.
"So his game were just a game. Tragic that it had to come to this, but we all now that rushing into voting is only bad for this council. But his death shall not have been for nothing, as I hope we all learn something from it."

As he walked towards his coffin Boorelius said:
"I bid you all good day."
 
Cromenon stood right before Gildus' ashes. A look of bitterness crossed his face.

He then whispered, tense, between teeth:
"Fool. You had such a big mouth, and now, look at yourself."

He raised his voice, the same look of annoyance in his face:
"Azahul is right. We were impatient, and now, one of our brothers has fallen. We've just made the traitors' job easier."

He entered his coffin:
"Goodday to all." And moments after he closed the top of his coffin, a yell of impotence could be heard: "Damn it! "
 
Christophe felt guilt in his heart an emotion he had not felt since his mortality as a man of the Empire. This emotion rendered Christophe speechless so he merley returned to his coffin shaking his head, trying to forget the events of the night and that the traitor was still amongst them somewhere.
As Christophe knew the assassin was still out there he placed ancient ward spells that Mannfred and that the Dark Elves of Naggorath had taught him knowing the Dark Elf ones would be harder to break. As a final precausion Christophe summoned 2 Ancient Wights to guard his coffin
 
"A waste," Disciple said, looking at the ashes, "Yet brought on by his own deceit and lies. Had he been truthful, no doubt he would still be here."
Slowly the muscled form moved towards his coffin, wary for any attacks on his back. Why he had fallen with such a dishonorable rabble was beyond him, but on the morrow the search for the traitor would continue.
 
im sorry i was rather ill this weak and i dind have time to post can sombody post a short discription of what happend when i was not here??
 
" It was regretful that such a vampire had to die, remember him and make sure his death was not for nothing. When you retire to your coffins, make sure you post guards and create wards, be as safe as possible."

OOC: Alion, please delete that post and post again in the OOC thread, I will be happy to answer you there.
 
OOC: I'll start the night, but give an extra 24hrs to account for christmas.

Flickering torchlight reverberated off the stone walls of the tunnel, somewhere in the distance the steady drip, drip, drip of water echoed around.

The dark figure moved silently, barely creating a sound. Finally he reached the end of the circular tunnel. After much chanting he displaced the wards over the door before easing it open quietly and stepping into the rest chamber. The chamber in the shape of a semicircle, about 4 metres long at its widest point. At the tip was a single unadorned travelling coffin lying on the floor and a few small personal possessions scattered around. Two skeletons stood unwavering by the coffin. With a flick of the hand, the assassin caused them to burst apart and then he moved up to the coffin.

With unnatural strength he pulled open the lid, slowly lowering so as not to cause undue noise. Before him lay the prone body of a vampire, lips still in his undeath. With extreme ferocity the assassin brought a stake down upon the vampires chest, and blood spurted out in a torrent. Then he dragged the body in its coffin back down the tunnel, and arrived at the council hall.

Draithon stretched his arms and took in the cool night air that flowed through the cave system. He had heard some disturbing noises at night and wished the check around. He sent a wight to escort each of the vampires and set off for the council hall, a majestic cave with a high roof.

Disciple is missing from his chamber, there are the signs of a struggle
The wight’s though entered seamlessly into his head, that was troubling news, it meant that the traitors had struck. He entered the council cave and had an immediate thought, it seemed lighter than before. There was extra light somewhere. His eyes scanned the cave, but nothing was eminent, then he looked up.

Hanging from the roof on by a piece of rope was a burning coffin, Draithon could guess what was inside it. He sent an ethereal blade to cut down the coffin. It landed with a resounding thump, and then splintered, the fire-weakened wood was no match for the ground. Tumbling from the coffin, lay Disciple, his body charred, a holy hammer around his neck and a large hole where his heart should have been. Even for a vampire, he was most certainly dead. Checking the corpses mind, he discovered Disciples alignment.

He sat down on a metal travelling chair and waited to tell the group the news.

Disciple of Nagash-- Loyalist


1.Azahul
2. Prince_Urial
3. curryoflife
4. DiscipleofNagash-]-Dead--Loyalist
5. Boo
6. cripple
7. Dark Lord Nihilus
8. Get_of_W'soran
9. alion0148
10. kbloodslear--Dead--Loyalist
11. Fodderboy
12. Cromenon
13.Christophe von Carstein

It is now day, discuss who may have killed him!
 
"How disconcerting", Nihilus said, a tinge of disgust in his voice.

The deed had been a bloody one, far from an honourable death.

"Christopher, you wouldn't happen to know anything of what befell Disciple as he slept, would you?", he said, his voice full of contempt.
 
Cromenon stared at Disciple's remaining ashes, and closed the eyes, full of concern. He was even paler than usual, and spoke so quietly that it was difficult to hear what he was saying:

"Another one's fallen. Not the smartest, not the kindest, yet the most eloquent" Cromenon looked at Nihilus: "And he suspected Christophe..."

Cromenon then addressed Christophe, narrowing his eyes:
"Your pride was quite hurt, eh? When Disciple threatened you, your face was full of fear, but later full of hate!" he stepped forward: "You couldn't stand it, could you!? Being outpowered, even outclassed, by a vampire you regarded as inferior just because he didn't share your surname?"

"Speak!"
 
Batholis chuckled at cromenon's words "but, dear friend, late Disciple did not wish for Christophe to be executed. It would be a foolish thing to make one a target just because they hurt your pride. Let us, until we find otherwise, give these traitors the benefit of the doubt, and expect their actions to be rational, and well thought-out."

"of course" he said with a smile "they could be trying to make us think otherwise."
 
"You dare accuse me, please" Christophe tutted at the vampires starting to finger the blame at him
"I'm von Carstein not some fool hearted murderer I find far more imaginable ways to kill afterall killing is an artform that i believe should be done in public so that people fear you." A grin appeared on Christophes face at the thought
"Yes Disciple may have insulted my honour and pride and normally i find that enough to strike someone down but not this time. Not in these circumstances so point the finger of blame at me if you wish but you are only helping this traitor achieve his goal."
 

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