|The Mafia Academy of Mystical Arts|
Fun and engaging campus activities!
|Link||The Mafia Academy of Mystical Arts BTSC threads|
|Size||14 Players (Medium)|
|Winning Faction||Goodies and Indy|
|First to Die||Slick|
|Last Remaining||Jay Gold, Insaner|
The Mafia Academy of Mystical Arts was a game designed and hosted by Gubbey.
It began on April 3rd, 2017 and ended in a Goodies and Indy win in D6 (April 17th).
2 Baddies vs 10 Goodies vs 1 Indy vs 1 Secret Indy
- OOP: Redirect > Trap > Block > Kill. Baddie block takes priority.
- No distinction is made between baddie or goodie block.
- Kills are not blocking.
- Players aren't told if they were redirected.
- Tie lynch: Nobody dies.
- Lynches reveal faction and nothing else.
Baddies. Wincon - Outnumber the goodies and kill Bel'Shazzar. Zombies do not count towards outnumbering. "Gelberon was a great man. You were never worthy to take on the mantle of Archmage." - Anaxes, the Evil Necromancer. After their victory over the heroes at Hamletsville, Anaxes and Zarkhator continued their march to the Academy, their legion of newly-enslaved dead following close behind. Anaxes and Zarkhator both have their own reasons for coming here, but Bel'Shazzar seems to have mysteriously vanished...
- Night Kill - The baddies may choose one target to KILL every night. It has no carrier (though the NP may show a carrier purely for flavor/story).
- Dark Blossom - The baddies may forgo their NIGHT KILL for two RID KILL attempts. These kills are not SAVABLE, but cannot be used two nights in a row.
- Undead Legion - Every dead player becomes a Zombie, and the baddies can direct Zombies to vote during the day phase.
- 1. Anaxes, the Evil Necromancer. "It would seem appropriate for me to feel something in this place. Nostalgia, perhaps. But now, the only thing I feel at all is hatred."
- Mind Slave - Here in the Academy, various wards and seals prevent Anaxes from unleashing his full power. However, he may still subtly influence a target's actions every night. REDIRECT.
- 2. Zarkhator, Fallen Archmage "Hammon Stormwind... You took away all that I knew. I will put an end to your sad story."
- Shadow Shackle - Summon chains of shadow to bind a target, which fade when touched by the light of dawn. BLOCK.
Goodies. Wincon - Kill all the baddies and Bel'Shazzar. "Your quarrel is with me, Anaxes. Spare the children, if you've any humanity left." - Archmage Hammon Stormwind. The faculty and students of the Academy will not go down without a fight. Though relatively new to the ways of magic, they all have a role to play in stopping the Evil Necromancer's mad plan.
- 3. Archmage Hammon Stormwind "We can overcome this if we all stick together."
- Guardian Circle - Summon a magical sigil surrounding a target, protecting them from harm and blinding the undead. SAVE. Prevents Zombies from voting on the target the following day.
- 4. Lucielle Rubenhart "This is the way it always is. Us common people getting caught in the crossfires of the powerful and affluent."
- Fire Surge - Blast the target with a powerful gout of flame, charring them to the bone. KILL. Cannot kill Zombies, as they are harmed only by holy light.
- 5. Pyry Vindelson "The things I've seen here... Who can say they're wrong? Maybe we do deserve to die..."
- Ice Cage - Encase the target in impenetrable ice, effectively incapacitating them. TRAP (Block + Save + Silence + No vote). Zombies can be trapped too.
- 6. Arc Lethelsford "The only thing of value I've learned here is that the real world would eat us up for breakfast. And it looks like the real world is hungry."
- Silver Tongue - A decidedly more practical sort, Arc employs his skills of persuasion to steer others away from foolish actions. LYNCH SAVE.
- 7. Lyra Fidelsen "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm lying low until this is all over. The faculty will sort it out soon."
- Magic Parchment - Summons floating magical parchment upon which messages are relayed throughout the campus. BROADCAST. 20 word limit. Smilies count as 1 word.
- 8. Kris "..."
- Barricade - Kris uses its prodigious size and bulk to disrupt a target's nightly actions. BLOCK.
- Sworn Protector - As Lyra's faithful crystal golem, Kris will die in her stead if Lyra is targeted for a night kill. Does not prevent RID kill.
- Skull Crush - If Lyra dies, either from RID kill or lynch, Kris will lose its block and gain an RID kill. This RID kill is savable and blockable.
- 9. Natasha Hellergen "The moon is red... red like wine."
- Behold - Summon forth Natasha's missing eye and watch the target's every movement with it. FOLLOW SPY.
- United by Blood - Shares a BTSC with Grace.
- 10. Grace Hellergen "The stars are restless. The night goes cold."
- Witness - Summon forth Grace's missing eye and watch all that happens to the target. LOOKOUT SPY.
- United by Blood - Shares a BTSC with Natasha.
- 11. Winslow Ganes "Just stay out of my way."
- From Beyond the Grave - Winslow's dabbling in the illegal arts of Necromancy enable him to take vengeance after death. Every day and night phase, select another player who will die if you die. This must be done before the night/day ends or nothing will happen.
- 12. Marie Athlenel "To take another's life is horrid enough. But to entomb their soul in their rotting corpse, forced to serve you for eternity, is a special kind of evil."
- Sanctify - Purify a corrupted soul with holy light, and by bringing forth memories it had in life. RID ZOMBIE KILL - Marie can kill Zombies if she correctly guesses the role they were while alive.
Indy Wincon - Correctly guess five roles of other players, goodie or baddie, dead or alive. You get three guesses every night. Attempting to guess Magh-Makal's identity will always return a false. "War to peace, peace to war. What meaning is there to your worldly struggles? My ambitions are eternal." - Bel'Shazzar, Dark Emissary Bel'Shazzar has long since abandoned Anaxes' entourage, bound for parts unknown. It is no mere coincidence that he shows up once more, here at the destination of their journey. He covets the Academy's secrets, but he may only obtain them amidst the death and destruction wreaked by Anaxes.
- 13. Bel'Shazzar, Dark Emissary "I do so love it when all the pieces move into their places."
- Insight of the Void - Bel'Shazzar communes with the dark gods, gaining information on his target and access to their mind. DIE ROLL - Randomly gain ROLE SPY, FACTION SPY, or FOLLOW SPY every night.
- One Mind - If both baddies are killed, Bel'Shazzar gains control of the Zombies.
Indy. Wincon - ??? "Makal shall consume in the void shall he seal your doom all things in his belly when flesh and blood become his all." - Mutterings of a Madman The Maw of the Void. The Eternal Devourer. The One who Consumes. Magh-Makal is one of the dark gods. Their motives and actions are utterly unknowable, though many have tried to understand, inevitably degenerating into gibbering invalids. For this reason, it is probably best not to speculate on what a dark god could possibly want with the Academy.
- 14. Magh-Makal "Kelmorghohlallk arhk'hagal mlegreghk'yezikh-tal!"
- Consume - ???
- Revelation - ???
- Immortal - Magh-Makal cannot be killed by any means. If It is targeted for kill or lynch, the NP/DP will say It was SAVED.
|Secret Purple Indy|
- sparrowhawk - Lyra Fidelsen
- Vommack - Lucielle Rubenhart
- Slick - Marie Athlenel
- Jay Gold - Hammon Stormwind
- araver - Pyry Vindelson
- Boquise - Grace Hellergen
- yuiop - Winslow Ganes
- golfjunkie - Kris
- Okosan - Natasha Hellergen
- MissKitten - Arc Lethelsford
- Insaner - Magh-Makal
Day and Night Posts
|Greetings and salutations prospective student,
We are excited to grant you this opportunity to attend the Gelberon Academy of Mystical Arts, the foremost institution of magical learning in Great Castlesburg. We offer a wide variety of classes in both spellcasting theory and application, from War Elemental Magicks to Practical Conjuration. We welcome students from all across Landland, so, in addition to fulfilling your academic pursuits, you may also immerse yourself in a rich, diverse university culture.
All prospective students are required to live on-campus in a designated dormitory, paid for in your tuition. This is to ensure the confidentiality of university activities. Don't worry, we provide many services required for living with cooperation from our merchant vendors. You will also be required to wear a university uniform at all times, designating your rank and seniority, especially if you are to be seen in public off campus. A detailed list of rules and regulations is included with the enclosed student packet.
Do not, however, let any of these restrictions cause you to bear any reservations about attending our prestigious college. Our faculty consists of the most eminent professors of the magical arts known to Landland, and we are committed to student learning and safety above all else. We look forward to seeing you here at the Gelberon Academy of Mystical Arts.
"Learning is not something you can control. What best to learn, however, is up to you to determine." - Archmage Drake Gelberon
|The Academy's campus grounds bustled with students having begun the new semester. Each student attended their classes during the day, and retired to their rooms or the dining hall during the night. In the dining hall, the students convened, over tables of roasted meats and fresh fruit - far more luxurious than they were used to outside the campus walls. Many were normal members of the peasantry, only to have been plucked from their simple, destitute lives in the fields once they manifested some sign of magical talent.
Students sat at long tables with equally long benches, segregated to specific tables by their seniority, and divided further along the tables by the area of magic they were focusing in. The number of students at each table grew increasing sparse from west to east, from the green robes of first year students to the distinguished purple-and-gold robes of the sixth year students.
"Every year, the Archmage comes out to speak to the new students," Lucielle Rubenhart spoke, her second-year red robes standing out among the green first-year students. "Did he really cancel the speech today? I guess he's grown too busy for us now, huh?"
"Lucy, you should really be sitting with the other second-year students..." Pyry responded, ignoring her complaints. "Besides, he spoke to you in your first year, didn't he? You should be grateful for that, at least."
"Yes, well, I know how much you respect Hammon. I was hoping you'd at least get to meet him. He'd be very impressed with your skills." Lucielle thought for a moment. "Where's Lyra, anyway?"
"Lyra? I-I think the Archmage called her into his office."
"Feh. I hear she comes from some serious money. Figures."
The Academy - Archmage's Tower
"A-Archmage Hammon?" Lyra Fidelson called out to the figure hunched over the wooden desk in the corner. The figure suddenly rose up, revealing a gaunt, bearded old man, his heavy robes masking his almost emaciated features. "Lyra, Lyra," he said, stepping into the magical blue light, "I'm glad you could come. Now, I was not lying when I said I had a test for your abilities, but I'm afraid its purpose is more... grave than you were expecting."
"What do you mean?" Lyra asked. She attempted to steel her expression in the face of such magical clout, with varying degrees of success.
Hammon took a deep breath. "Here. I need you to use that magic parchment of yours. There is something everyone at the Academy needs to know."
The Academy - Courtyard
The students gave Natasha and Grace Hellergen a wide berth as they made their way across the cobblestone paths, the way illuminated by magical lights in the night.
"What shall we do?" Natasha asked, rather needlessly since she already knew the answer. Both twins nodded knowingly. "We cannot fight the coming darkness alone. Archmage Hammon already knows of Anaxes," Grace confirmed. "But not," Natasha continued, "Of The One who Consumes."
The Academy - Church of the Light
Marie Athlenel knelt before the golden star, the symbol of the Church of the Light, her hands clasped in prayer. Though she muttered mantras inaudibly to herself, she still heard footsteps approaching from behind. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, looking into the reflection of the Golden Star. "Arc," she said, seeing him in the reflection, "You do not believe in the Light. Why are you here?"
"No need to be so cold, Marie," he responded, throwing his hands up in an exaggerated gestures of self-defense. "I'm just worried about you. This is the fourth time you've come here to pray today. Is something the matter?"
Marie rose to her feet, placing her hands on her knees, though she didn't turn to face Arc. "Nothing yet. But there's a terrible darkness... all around us. Both inside and out of the walls. Something horrible is going to happen tonight. I can feel it."
"Darkness, eh?" Arc responded with a silly grin on his face, leaning on one of the pews. "Is Winslow off doing one of his freaky rituals again?"
Marie suddenly turned and grasped Arc's hands in her own palms. "Please watch out for yourself," she pleaded. "Nobody is safe."
The Academy - Atop the Wall
Cold wind swept across Winslow's face, but colder still his heart was at the sight of what was outside - hundreds, perhaps even a thousand reanimated dead, clamoring at the stone walls. Their moans and screams were carried upward on the wind, their horrible, rotting visages barely visible in the dim moonlight.
"They don't even know they are dead," he muttered to himself. "This isn't what I am working toward. Th-this is an abomination."
He continued to stare, and then a roll of parchment materialized before him, unrolling as it continued to float:
EVIL HAS COME. GET TO SAFETY. WILL EXPLAIN MORE IN THE MORNING.
|Night 1: Beginning of the End|
|The Academy - Courtyard
The warning given by Lyra's magic parchment sent every student fleeing to their quarters. In truth, the evil necromancer was not truly seeking to kill every one of them, but only those closest to the Archmage - those who showed the magical promise.
One such student was caught out in the courtyard in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Slick was rather tardy in finding their way to their residence hall. The courtyard was empty, save for an unnatural darkness that closed in all around them. For just a moment, Slick name saw the flash of the evil necromancer's red eyes, and then all became black forever.
There were none to see it, but Slick's mangled corpse soon began to twitch, then rose of its own accord. It stared forward, empty-eyed, then turned and shuffled over to join its new masters.
The Academy - Residence Halls
Insaner stared out the window of his room. He saw nothing outside, only the black of night, and the reflection of his own room. The door opened behind him - had he left it unlocked?
"Sorry to do this to you," Pyry spoke, his hands becoming engulfed in a frigid mist. "But you asked for it."
When Pyry left the room, Insaner was encased in a block of ice.
Meanwhile, as the sun rose bright over the distant mountains, a rolled-up leaf of parchment appeared before each student once again. Written thusly upon its surface was:
Lyra wuz hur. I can haz ideaz for bc? beg
|The Academy - Courtyard
The students gathered in the courtyard, dread and uncertain whispers permeating the air. "Evil has come? What does that mean?" one student asked. "Why aren't they letting us leave the campus?!" another demanded.
After hours of suspense, Archmage Hammon Stormwind stepped forward from the balcony of the chironasium, and instantly the the throng of students burst into a cacophany of questions. Stormwind raised his hand, demanding silence. After a few more moments of panicked pandemonium, the crowd listened, and lowered their voices. With everyone's attention now focused on him, Hammon Stormwind spoke:
"I know you are all concerned after the message you received last night," he began, his voice booming despite his fragile appearance. "The enemy we face is very much real, and he walks among us right now." The whispers among the crowd resumed, though more hushed. The Archmage took a deep breath. "Anaxes, the Evil Necromancer, has come to bring death to us all." The crowd instinctively gasped, before the mixture of voices grew confused. "Who is Anaxes?" one asked.
"I don't... Alright..." Hammon sputtered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He's a terrible practitioner of the dark arts of Necromancy, a forbidden school of magic, as I am sure you all know. He has raised the dead by the thousands as his servants, and his undead army surrounds the campus right now." The murmuring of the crowd once more grew panicked. "This is why you have not been allowed outside the walls."
Soon the students grew unruly. The grass was getting singed as the freshmen tossed weak fireballs this way and that. "Calm yourself!" the Archmage commanded. "Is this how the students at our prestigious university would behave? No. Despair is our enemy's greatest weapon. We can get through this if we all stick together."
Soon the throng of students settled down again, and Hammon continued: "Anaxes and his cohorts no doubt have disguised themselves as your fellow students. But evil cannot hide from the light for long." Some of the more religious students nodded their heads, thinking he meant The Light. "If any of you have noticed one among you who has been acting... unnatural... bring them forth immediately. This is the only way we will flush out Anaxes."
"Marquessa was immediately dragged to the front of the throng, kicking and screaming, her arms restrained by Miki and Boquise. "No!" she said, struggling against the grip of their fellow students, "I'm not the evil necromancer! I've never enslaved a corpse in my life!" It was all in vain, as the students, in an exercise of brutal mob judgement, ended her life with a volley of deadly spells.
It was difficult to determine her true identity afterward. However, on her person was an unholy book of Necronomicon. The students recoiled in shock at the sight of it. It was obvious that Marquessa was not who she seemed.
|Night 2 Interlude|
| When night fell, Marquessa's motionless corpse began to twitch. An unholy glow filled her empty eyes, and once more she rose to her feet. A figure, shrouded in black, stood behind. "That didn't take long," the figure sighed. "I suppose it's up to me now. Come. At least you will be useful for something now."
Marquessa and Slick's walking corpses offered an inhuman screech of allegiance as the followed the dark figure into the looming black.
No flavor tonight but enjoy this summary courtesy of Professor Gubbey:
|The Academy - Courtyard
Between the nightly kills, and the reports of zombies roaming the campus, the students had lost their stomach for more brutality. They opted not to hunt for more evildoers, and so the courtyard crowd dispersed without incident.
|The Academy - Courtyard
Once again the students convened in the courtyard. One evildoer had been vanquished, but there was still tension in the air. Perhaps the Evil Necromancer had been killed, or maybe it was simply one of his minions, or one of his minions continues to carry on his dark agenda.
Some believed one of the Evil Necromancer's former associates was also spotted somewhere on the campus, seeking to fulfill his own sinister agenda.
And there were whispers of something worse lurking in the shadows - an unnatural presence, its covetous jaws chattering, never there when you look.
This time, Vommack was brought to the front of the crowd. The students looked on, ready to mete out vigilante justice. Acting as one, the students struck down the one they decided was disguised. Vommack fell before the barrage of deadly spells before he could issue any pleas of mercy.
His body was inspected afterwards, and on his person was nothing to suggest he was associated with any dark forces.
A dark shroud suddenly engulfed Vommack's body, and the students recoiled in shock. Hellish tendrils reached forth from the Void, and clasped down on the body, their profane grip drawing forth the mind, body and soul of what was once Vommack, leaving naught but bone behind. Nobody could explain what happened. Nobody could conceive of it.
Spoiler for D3 summary
|The Academy - Residence Halls
Magh-Makal had awoken from Its slumber. A heinous amalgam of flesh and bone, It shambled Its way through the Academy's residence halls, searching for another mortal to sate Its endless hunger. Vommack's face was stretched across Its horrid spine, expression frozen in terror eternal. In the darkness, It spotted a figure near the exit of the building. It was overcome with ravenous desire, and slid across the floor to Its prey at supernatural speed... but soon found It was blocked by something It couldn't see.
The Academy - Courtyard
The sun rose, and once again the students gathered in the courtyard. To their surprise, they saw Okosan was already there. He simply stood there unsteadily as everyone gathered. Helene decided to peek under his hood... and found his flesh torn and flayed, the front of his robe soaked with blood. Okosan let out an inhuman screech before fleeing into the shadows.
Spoiler for N4 summary
|The Academy - Courtyard
Unlike most days, the opinions of the students seemed fairly conclusive. The majority pointed toward Maurice as the bringer of their misfortune and death, and soon the ever-thinning crowd lined up to perform their usual, brutal justice. The spells flared up in their hands, and Maurice closed his eyes, awaiting his end...
But the daily ritual of vigilantism was interrupted. They could scarce be seen silhouetted against the setting sun, but from out of the darkness they came: the corpses of Slick, Marquessa, Boquise, Araver, Vommack, and Okosan. Instantly the students' spells fizzled out, unable to concentrate as fear clouded their minds. The zombies shambled towards Miki and prepared their own spells, the ones they once knew while they were living. Backed against a shaded corner, Miki had nowhere to run. She and her fellow students were powerless against this darkness...
Except one. From the top of the outer wall, a voice was heard. "Oi, you zombie louts! What're you doin' harassing that poor girl, eh?!" It was Arc Lethelsford. He continued yelling, jumping up and down and waving his arms wildly. "Yeah, that's right, you undead freaks! Come an' get me!" The zombies screeched and flung their spells at him, but he ducked, and they went sailing over his head. "Whoops! Pip pip, boys an' girls!" He sprinted along the wall, with the zombies pursuing below.
Spoiler for D4 summary
|The Academy - Chironasium
After her nearly fateful encounter with the zombies during the day, MiKi worked feverishly at the enchanting table of the academy chironasium, trying to create some sort of charm or enchanted idol that could protect her from further attacks, with little success. She groaned frustratedly at her own inexperience with enchanting, and decided to rest for a short while, slumping her back against the base of the enchanting table. She drifted in and out of slumber, and couldn't tell whether the shadows moving in front of her were real or just a phantom of her sleep-deprived mind.
In an instant the dark figure ran her through with a blade of some sort. All she could manage before she perished were weak coughs, blood sputtering from her mouth. The figure prepared their ritual of necromancy, but was interrupted when MiKi's body was shrouded in a dark void. The figure stumbled backwards, dropping their necronomicon, and witnessed MiKi's corpse be stripped of its flesh, becoming one with a horrid creature that now wore the face of both Vommack and MiKi on its profane and unnatural form. It glanced at the figure for a moment, and uttered something incomprehensible before shambling outside.
Still, the ritual was finished, and MiKi rose as a skeletal servant, wholly loyal to the evil necromancer's ambitions.
The Academy - Residence Halls
Magh-Makal once again returned to the student residence halls to satisfy Its eternal hunger. Its foul and unnatural body was more compete, with tendrils of flesh extending forth, curling and writhing, leaving pools of black liquid wherever it went. It smashed each and every door into splinters with its impossible strength, but gurgled in in growing fury as it found each room empty.
A light approached from around the corner. golfjunkie, lantern in hand, had come looking to see what the commotion was. What he saw, he could not comprehend. He could not even scream; he only stood paralyzed, tears stream from his eyes. Magh-Makal shuffled towards him, and whispered. "Magh-tal, Magh-sarrukh krevhkelmaglerekh g'khurakh." golfjunkie's brain leaked from his eyes, ears and mouth, and he collapsed, Magh-Makal's touch forever imprinted on his immortal soul.
To the ones who were still alive, Lyra had once more sent out a message from her magic parchment:
N4, stack it and read between the lines, counting to 5 and back. shifty smiley
Spoiler for N5 summary
|The Academy - Courtyard
Only six figures remained in the courtyard. They each had spells readied, glancing at one another distrustingly. Today, however, the majority of the students were set on destroying Maurice, the person they were sure was the evil necromancer, or one of his minions. But once again, the zombies emerged from the darkness, and came for Jay with murderous intent, their spells flaring up in their putrefying palms. Just as they were about to fling their deadly magicks, however, a sigil of light surrounded Jay, blinding the gathering of undead minions. They reeled in agony, shrinking before the overwhelming power of Hammon Stormwind's light magic.
The rest of the students (save Insaner) took this opportunity to finish what they started. As Maurice was stricken with fatal spells, his otherworldly voice rang out: "You fools... you deluded, hopeless FOOLS! I will be eternal... I will be the only one to survive Their return!" He was on his knees, and his hood dropped, revealing the back of his skull covered in twitching eyeballs. "Do you hear me!? None of you will survive! You will all become Its food! Hahaha! Hah hah hah hah! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!" And with a final, blood-choked laugh, Bel'Shazzar was no more.
Spoiler for D5 summary
|The Academy - Library
Sparrowhawk frantically rifled through the shelves of magical tomes and conjuring compendiums in search of something that could explain what Bel'Shazzar had been raving about before his death. Who is It? Who was "Their" referring to? He knew that of course it could have simply been empty threats of a madman about to be executed, but something about his words rang disturbingly true - no-one could explain what happened to Vommack, and since that day, Sparrowhawk has felt it - eyes peering from the shadows, teeth chattering in the darkness, covetous of his flesh and blood.
"The dark gods," Sparrowhawk whispered to himself, his voice trembling. "They say the Evil Necromancer's associate was an emissary to the dark gods. Is that what he was referring to? Are They coming?"
Sparrowhawk heard movement behind him, and slammed his book shut. He then grasped it in both hands and held it up, ready to hit whatever is there should it reveal itself. "Wh-who's there?!" he stammered. He peered around each bookshelf, but there was nothing.
Something squeezed him around his waist. He looked down, and wrapped around him was a long, fleshy appendage much like a tentacle. It pulled him back with tremendous force, sending tables and books flying across the room. For one terrible moment, he was turned around, and saw the maw of the void opened before him.
The Academy - Atop the Wall
The sun rose over the Academy, and Insaner, helenedione, yuiop, and Jay Gold all stood atop the wall. Outside, the horde of zombies still clamored and screeched, hungry for mortal blood. Inside, extending from the library, they could see a fleshy growth, dotted with black eyeballs and grinding jaws. This thing now covered half the campus, and it was obvious that the walls were the only safe places left. Within each of their frayed minds, a voice repeatedly echoed, "I am whole."
It was painfully apparent nobody was coming for them. They had to find the Evil Necromancer, or whoever was still in command of the zombies. This was the only way to escape. Even Lyra's nightly delivery of magic parchment carried an ominous and macabre message:
yawn smiley Am I dead yet?
Spoiler for N6 summary
|The Academy - Atop the Wall
Jay Gold stared outside the wall at the horde of zombies, still uselessly clawing and screaming at the brick and mortar. Helenedione stood not far behind, leaning against the inner ramparts. Yuiop paced back and forth, wringing her hands. Insaner sat cross-legged a ways away, watching the others.
The walking corpses of Lyra, Marie, Zarkhator, Grace, Pyry, Lucielle, Natasha, Arc, Kris, and Bel'Shazzar approached from both sides, trapping them. There was nowhere to run.
"Why don't we drop the pretense of anonymity," the Evil Necromancer's voice spoke, "And finish this here and now?" Jay Gold turned around and saw Anaxes standing where Helene once was. With a grave expression on his face, Jay lowered his hood and revealed himself as Hammon Stormwind.
A toothy grin slowly spread across Anaxes' face. "And so we come full circle," he said, every word dripping with venom. "Do you remember the day? We were on this very wall. Do you remember how you betrayed me in front of the entire Council of Mages? Do you remember how Zarkhator was to be the next archmage, but you leveraged your newfound clout with the Council to have him disgraced and stripped of all his honors?" Anaxes pointed to the rotting, grimmacing visage of Zarkhator, who simply stood there motionless. "Look at him now. He was one of the most gifted mages in the world. This is what you have done to him."
"Your necromancy is a perversion of the arts we practiced," Hammon snapped back. "YOU did this to him. Zarkhator was nothing more than a pawn in your twisted schemes. So don't pretend that you cared. All you ever wanted was power."
"And what is wrong with power?!" Anaxes demanded. "You call yourself archmage, but you are AFRAID. You are afraid of what magic is truly capable of! You and I, we could have been GODS. But no. You betrayed me, everything we were, for a cushy seat in the Chironasium."
"THIS is what's wrong with power!" Hammon shouted, gesturing towards the malignant growth engulfing the library. "There are some things, many, many things, that mankind was not meant to know. Things that man cannot meddle with! And your selfish campaign for petty vengeance has put our very reality on the brink of collapse!"
There was silence for a moment. Then Anaxes finally responded: "You know, I'm glad you are the last to die. Look upon the putrid faces of your foolish students. Feel what it is to have everything taken from you." He closed his palm, and the zombies began to draw closer. "Know my pain, seeing the faces of those I've failed every day I've spent in this empty shell of a world!"
"He's not quite the last," yuiop's voice rang out from behind. Anaxes whipped around. It was Winslow Ganes.
"How fortuitous," Anaxes said, the grin returning to his face. "Care to join me in ending the life of your false archmage? Your soul too bears the stench of necromancy. I can see it through your eyes."
"Your brand of necromancy is an abortion of magic," Winslow spat. "I practice the art so I can save lives, NOT bend them to my own ambitions."
"Winslow..." was all Hammon could manage.
"I don't care what you think of me, or necromancy, Archmage." Winslow unsheathed a dagger from his belt. "And I don't care how the Evil Necromancer cares to justify this abomination outside the walls. Right now, I know what I need to do."
Anaxes glanced at the dagger in Winslow's hand and laughed. "Do you think you're going to stop me with that mundane piece of iron?" He gestured to the zombies behind Winslow and they instantly restrained him.
Wordlessly, Winslow turned the dagger onto himself and plunged it into his own throat. Hammon screamed his name. Anaxes tilted his head quizzically. Winslow slumped and bled out from his neck. Shrugging,Anaxes turned to face Hammon, who was on his knees, cursing the world for its cruelty.
"Do you see it now? How worthless it is to fight the damnable machinations of death?" He directed the zombies to close in on Hammon. "You are nothing. I am nothing. It is time for us to die."
A pair of massive, skeletal arms emerged from where Winslow once was, and gripped the Evil Necromancer. He struggled for a short time before succumbing to their overwhelming force, his body hanging limp with every bone in his body crushed. The hands of the dead then dragged his corpse into the dirt below, disappearing into the earth.
Hammon looked up. Winslow and Anaxes both were no more. The zombies shuffled about aimlessly, confused. Hammon got to his feet. "Is... is it over?" he whispered to himself.
The zombies and skeletons suddenly stopped, and their eyes were filled with an otherworldly purple glow. They all turned to Hammon and spoke in unison: "I AM WHOLE. ALL THOSE WHO COULD STOP ME HAVE NOW PERISHED. WE EMERGE."
"NO!!!" Hammon screamed, and he leapt off the wall, to the academy courtyard.
The Academy - Courtyard
Hammon returned to consciousness. He was collapsed on the grass of courtyard. He tried to get up, but an unbearable pain jolted its way up and down his left leg and spine. Both had apparently been broken. Even with his blurred and faded vision, he could see the pulsating growth covering the library. The moon and clouds above were blood red, and the stars were blotted out with darkness. Gritting his teeth from the pain, he instead clawed his way across the grass with one hand, and cradled his broken torso with the other.
The zombie horde had found their way inside the Academy, and they all shambled over to Hammon's broken form, intending to end him. Quickly, however, he summoned a Guardian Circle, which kept them at bay.
"YOUR EFFORTS ARE UNJUST AS WELL AS USELESS," Magh-Makal's voice boomed forth from every zombie. "THIS WORLD DOES NOT BELONG TO THE PATHETIC GODS YOU WORSHIP. FEARING THE EXPIRATION OF THEIR OWN WORLD, THEY FLED, TAKING THIS ONE FOR THEMSELVES IN ORDER TO PROLONG THEIR OWN EXISTENCES BEYOND THEIR USEFULNESS. THEY ARE LESS THAN VERMIN."
Hammon ignored the voice, inching his way closer to the horrid growth, surrounded with magical light. "MANKIND ARE CHILDREN OF DARKNESS. YOURS IS A WORLD OF DARKNESS. GODS OF LIGHT GOVERNING A WORLD OF DARKNESS IS AN ABERRATION. A MISTAKE. THEY ARE THE REASON YOU FEEL PAIN. SORROW. HATRED. YOU SUFFER AND DIE BECAUSE OF THEIR COWARDICE."
Closer and closer, the archmage crawled. The ground below was now mostly twisted flesh and bone. "IF YOU SEAL US AWAY NOW, YOU WILL BE FORCED TO STOP THE SPELL YOU HAVE BESTOWED UPON YOURSELF. THE UNDEAD WILL KILL YOU. STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS NOW. LIVE, AND BECOME ONE WITH MAGH-MAKAL. I WILL TAKE YOU AND ALL OF YOUR STUDENTS INTO THE NEXT WORLD, WHERE THERE WILL BE NO MORE SUFFERING AND NO MORE DEATH."
Without hesitation, Hammon dropped the Guardian Circle surrounding himself, and instead raised his hands, enclosing the entire library in magical light. Instantly, the zombies fell upon him, tearing away at his flesh. He clenched his teeth and ignored the pain, instead concentrating on keep the sealing spell active.
"WORTHLESS MORTAL. WE CANNOT BE STOPPED. YOU ONLY DELAY THE FATE OF YOUR WORLD." The unnatural growth of flesh and bone began to wither and shrink away before the light. "DISGUSTING FILTH! HOW DARE YOU! KRAGH'MALKZEKHAL KELMOAKHRANOKH!!!"
And within the shadows, something remained - watching and waiting.
Spoiler for D6 summary
End of Game Roster
- sparrowhawk - Lyra Fidelsen - Killed N6 by Magh-Makal, Zombified N6, Consumed N6
- helenedione - Anaxes - Venge-Killed D6, Zombified D6
- Vommack - Lucielle Rubenhart - Lynched D3, Zombified D3, Consumed D3
- Slick - Marie Athlenel - Killed N1 by Baddies, Zombified N1
- Jay Gold - Hammon Stormwind
- Marquessa - Zarkhator, Fallen Archmage - Lynched D1
- araver - Pyry Vindelson - Killed N3 by Baddies
- Boquise - Grace Hellergen - Killed N2 by Baddies, Zombified N2
- yuiop - Winslow Ganes - Lynched D6, Zombified D6
- golfjunkie - Kris - Killed N4 by Magh-Makal, Zombified N4
- Okosan - Natasha Hellergen - Killed N4 by Baddies, Zombified N4
- MissKitten - Arc Lethelsford - Killed N5 by Baddies, Zombified N5, Consumed N5
- maurice - Bel'Shazzar, Dark Emissary - Lynched D5, Zombified D5
- Insaner - Magh-Makal
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