Mafia Game XXXII: Egypt's Sleepers

This ghost will be away from Christmas Eve until new year. During that time, my internet access will be non-existent at worst, or sporadic at best. I will try to check it from time to time, but cannot make any promises!
 
I will be offline for a few days. Feel free to vote until then.

Merry Christmas all!

(even ghosts. You can haunt people like Scrooge.)
 
Elsesta said:
I will be offline for a few days. Feel free to vote until then.

Merry Christmas all!

(even ghosts. You can haunt people like Scrooge.)
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Oh, right! Since I've been given an all clear, I shall pester Lossendil, for no good reason other than the fact that it was her use of a dagger that introduced me to ghosthood. In the middle of the night, and during the early hours of the morning, shall prevent Lossendil from sleeping by rattling chains very loudly and emitting ghastly (or should that be ghostly?) screams in her ear. I plan to visit the others who voted for me too, in a similar manner: at least, those who are still alive!

On a more serious note, a Very Happy Christmas and New Year to everyone playing this game, even those who are Mafia!
 
*Rattles chains* I, the late WarriorSatyr, do wish my killers a Merry Christmas. Also, remember to be good, or your chains will be longer and more terrible than mine!
 
Final Vote:

Lossëndil: Loverble
Loverble: Lossëndil
Rainshadow: Loverble
MissReep: Lossëndil
BarbarianKing: Loverble
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My nephew has stolen the book of Thoth. I would cry the gods vengeance, but I fear their eyes. What have I done? Shall I never sail? I am wroth with that stupid boy, for he may have closed the door to my happiness. For a few pitiful coins he threw away a priceless treasure in search of momentary pleasure.

Oh gods, grant me mercy and allow me grace to undue what has been done. Enforce these words, "Upon my nephew is this curse; that he knows no peace until the book is returned. Let him gather together a small group of trusted ones. I task them to find the book he sold and return it to my grave. Let this be done. I will have the book if they slay, burn, and destroy all living things to find it. Witness me, witness me!

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They had dreamt in darkness and woke in nightmares. Now light peeked through the grimy glass and hope brightened. Freedom lay ahead, begging to be explored in the passage before them. The group was packing their belongings and discarding the more cumbersome items. MissReep checked flashlights and food supplies.

Rainshadow watched them all. The rest kept busy, trying to avoid meeting her gaze. The merry girl they had known seemed dead. Here was a stranger. Her brooding dark eyes belied her listless stance. She rarely spoke. Only briefly there appeared a livid flash filled with frightful light—then, abruptly as it appeared, it vanished, and the soul once more lay veiled.

Bk shivered. "Art but a storm half broken? Is the madness deepening?"

"Grief beyond measure," Lossy murmured.

Bk sighed, thinking of the tree’s words. However, instead of more mournful thoughts concerning Rainshadow, Lossy's words recalled the Dr. Who episode she had quoted. “I miss watching Dr. Who!” Bk announced.

“Me too,” MissReep agreed. Even Rainshadow’s eyes brightened, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Maybe we can watch one tonight," Loverble called, beckoning them into the passage.They followed.

Inside, the passage was gloomy and narrow-topped with a low ceiling. The boards creaked under their feet, and it seemed at times that noises other than their own echoed along the passage.

It would have been fitting had large cobwebs littered the passage--but the flashlights caught only small ones, and very few of those. The floors too were fairly clean...definitely cleaner then the place they had left.

A loud clatter echoing along the walls startled Loverble. Bk had dropped a large pile of books on the floor. He'd insisted on claiming all the books the others decided to leave behind.

Why all the books? Loverble fumed inwardly, knowing Bk was not the cause of her ire—rather, the sight reminded her of another friend, Glen. Most of those books probably belonged to her. Loverble tasted the word again, friend. She sure had acted like one taking the books of the dead girl before her body was cold. “Undertaker we may yet have need of thee,” she said, closing her mind against a torrent of images from the past few days. With a swift sweep of her hand to banish the thoughts, Loverble turned. The others were some distance behind.

She halted, waiting for the others to catch up. They were whispering indistinctly together. Rainshadow held the rear, her arms folded as she listened silently to the others. For a brief instance Loverble's flashlight glanced on her face. Rainshadow acknowledged the glance with her strange, foreboding eyes.

"Hurry up!" Loverble snapped before turning away—and thereby missed a significant message of facial agreement.

The corner of her eye caught a pair of hands extending. Startled, Loverble whirled around--too late. Four hands held the struggling form in place while BarbarianKing used a scarf to choke out her life. They let the body slump to the floor.

MissReep stared at their victim's wide open eyes, and then stepped over Loverble. "Let's move on."

It is now NIGHT. You have 96 hours to PM me.
 
The passage branched, and MissReep and Lossy were arguing about which road to take. Bk sat on the ground already knowing the Tree would win. He uncapped his water bottle's lid and drank deeply. "Half gone," he muttered, shaking the crunched bottle. Next he glanced unobtrusively at Rainshadow under the pretext of pushing back his hair. She was silently peering into the tunnels. At the moment she appeared normal. Quietly his mind turned to her sister and the days of horror. Were they over?

"I have natural instinct!" came Lossy's insistent voice. Bk shook himself from his reveries and looked at Lossy. The argument had not ended yet. Lossy continued, "A tree needs sun, and I say this is the way to find it."

MissReep sighed. "Very well, but if we get lost..."

Lossy smiled triumphantly, darting into the passage. “‘Farewell!...I go to find the Sun!’1”

Bk stood up, carefully balancing his pile of books in his arms. He was tired of the dark passage and creaking boards. And the traveling felt strangely different after the death of Loverble. He looked at the others to see if they sensed the same. The three were paces ahead of him whispering, and Lossy was even laughing.

The realization made him cold. He was alone—the last man.

A terrible fear gripped at his mind. What if they contemplated murdering him? It was logical. Rainshadow seemed protected by the dark aurora she wove about herself. Shivering, he noted how MissReep and the Tree had taken to staying in her shadow.

The passage ahead appeared endless, and his imagination interpreted his companions' glances at him as cold. He had one chance—to reach the end of the tunnel. His body trembled, and he clutched the books tighter to his chest. MissReep had tossed him a look over her shoulder, and he thought he saw her lips smile cruelly. He tried suppressing the thought in favor of imagination, except he was still quivering. I’m so cold, he thought.

Ahead, Lossy’s flashlight revealed the path. Bk wanted to yell at her to slow down. Was she hurrying on purpose? Of course! She was planning to waylay him. Well, he would show her. His thumb fingered the leather binding of The Count of Monte Cristo. It could make a valuable weapon. His blood raced turbulently through his veins. He would kill them all if they tried anything on him! His head pounded. “With the ferocity of my thoughts,” he murmured, wishing he could rub his head yet unwilling to release a single book he carried.

Fire blazed in him without mercy and a great pain overwhelmed him. It was like a once lush forest burning—burning until it became a desert. Bk ran his tongue over his dry lips.

Rainshadow paused. “Bk is falling behind,” she said. MissReep and Lossy turned around.

“Hurry up,” Lossy yelled.

Bk raised red eyes, straining to see. Someone cried something. Was it a cry for his death? His soul laughed. They did not know he was burning, and that they also would burn. He screamed, “Come, and I will burn you too!” Then he fell forward on his face, the books dropping from his arms.

The girls rushed back startled and alarmed. “He is dead,” Rainshadow said softly.

“Poison?” asked Lossy and MissReep, horrified.

“Perhaps,” said Rainshadow, fingering Bk’s worn water bottle.

Lossy gently folded his hot hands and closed the eyes. “BarbarianKing has taken ship.”


2. J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
It is now DAY. You have 96 hours to vote.
 
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Why am I not surprised. I wanted to take the books with me in the ship but then ghosthy Glen would want them back.

-Interesting ending we're going to have soon. :p
 
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I have returned! I vote for MissR. D will of course vote for me in return, which leaves Rainshadow the deciding vote. The "lovers" have not shown up yet, so it seems likely that two people will be dead before nightfall. This ought to be interesting. :D


EDIT: I have caught up with the readings. That was a close one I had two nights ago! I sincerely thank the doctor for saving me, if it was the doctor. Or if it was a failure of the mafia to report, well, I thank you for that, at least.
 
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