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Hey now, I'm not evil, but you sure are one susipicious looking black prince...
As for Lewatha... shiet happens...

Vote: Lelouch

    Sorry if you're not evil...but...i'm voting for Neratu.
no idea who else could be evil...maybe Lelouch?  But Markovnikovas seems like a random person to vote on...

[Vote: Neratu]

[[ Daytime will end soon... ]]

Day 5 Ending:

As the remaining groupmembers stumble into the maintent to grab some breakfast, they suddenly notice a puddle of blood on the floor. Carefully they light the candles on the table and look around when they discover the headless corpse of  Salaracen sitting in the back of the tent. After carefully examining the wounds on the corpse they can only conclude one thing, the shadowhound is becoming more agressive and daring at night. Seemingly the beast isn’t at all scared to get discovered as it is now killing people inside the camp’s perimiter.

Once again they all start argueing amongst eachother, untill the village elder walks into the tent and tells them all to grab whatever food they can find and hurry up with the packing. After an hour the group is all set to journey further into the world of Carrothia, into the dark underground passage that awaits them. Slowly they walk towards the mountainridge in front of them, towards the darkness of the passage to the other side.

After a few hours of walking they arrive at the passage and as they light up their torches, they discover weird markings on the walls inside it. Carefully the group walked into the narrow passage and deeper into the mountains, lighting their path with their torches. Hours pass by and without any peril they emerge at the other end of the passageway. Stunned by the fact that they’ve survived the trip whole to the otherside of the mountain, they all start to cheer loudly. The village elder however tells them to keep quiet, but it’s already too late.

Above them on the mountains, rocks start to slide and tumble down towards the group. Quickly they all start to run for safety, though Markovnikovas is one of the remaining unlucky carriers packed with all the heavy equipment and get*beep* by a few rocks. Slowly dropping onto the ground, he sees a few of the rocks suddenly stop rolling on the ground. Still wondering what caused them to stop Markovnikovas tried to get up, when he notices the rocks unfolding in front of his eyes.

Slowly each of the rocks starts to transform into some sort of creature, eight legs attached to a rocklike body. Awed by these strange looking creatures, Markovnikovas stares at the nearest rockspider, when suddenly the creature opens his eyes and he stares directly at eight bloodred pinpoint eyes. A slight grinding sound is followed right after the beast opened his eyes and within seconds the spider opens his mouth, showing row upon row of sharp teeth to Markovnikovas.

Whilst the other groupmembers were still running to save their hides, Markovnikovas was screaming in terror far behind them as the spiders jumped onto him. Their sharp teeth chewed through him as if he was made from paper, grinding his bones into pulp as their prey screamed for help. More and more of the spiderlings swarmed down from the mountains and onto Markovnikovas, drawn towards him by the sweet smell of his blood that sprayed out of his arteries and open wounds on his body. Chewing and grinding him into pulp untill there was nothing left to chew upon, satisfied with their meal, the rocklike spiders crawled back onto the mountain, awaiting their next prey to emerge from the dark passageway.

The other groupmembers suddenly stopped running and noticed that the screaming had ended rather abrubtly behind them. Once again they’ve lost another member of the group, along with some valuable equipment they could’ve used to keep themselves safe at night. Not wanting to put their own lives at stake, they decided to walk a few more hours into the direction the elder had been pointing earlier. Just before the sun went down, they reached a great lake and they all set up camp for the night. Some of the group made fishingrods from nearby branches and ropes in order to catch some food for them to eat at the campfire later on.

Markovnikovas, the Carrier (3x)

Good Side (3)
Bezerker (1)(Battle of Death: 0)
Assassin (Wolf Ruga - DEAD)
Guardian (Mac - DEAD)
Cupid (0, Lewatha - DEAD)(Lovepotion Testing: 0)
Psychic(0, Senturu - DEAD)
Deranged Psychic (1)
Masons (0, Scientist, Knight the round Table, Salaracen - DEAD)
Carriers (1, Hemmer Swallows, Morgan(Lover), Erunion Telcontar, Markovnikovas - DEAD)

Evil Side (2)
Shadowhounds (1, Raidel, Erica Brahmins(Lover) - DEAD)
Pagan Mystic (1)

It’s Nighttime again...the followers of the dark path will most likely become more ruthless now that they're getting the upper hand...

    OMG! Now look what's happened....I was right! Neratu is evil, and so is Paracelzus. They're the only ones to not vote on Raidel.....damn it! Now we lost!

    stop acting innocent....i'm sure none of the other "evil" people voted on their own teammate...

*The wind swooshes by and says...*

"Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts."

    hm...well, i guess the two remaining good could vote on the shadow hound and then there's just a pagan mystic and good guy and they could kill each other so it's a tie!

yes. you fools. the darkness shall consume you all.

The next round will be a split vote lol. Then because it is a tie evil will kill one more during the next night so Evil wins.

Shezmu, make this the ending story please as evil will win once one of good dies. Sign ups will be opened for my round as soon as this ends.

Night 6 Ending:

Another night followed after this horrible day ended at the great lake, they were so close to their goal. The city that was supposedly filled with immense treasures was just on the other end of this great lake, so the village elder told them at the campfire just before they all went to their tents for some needed sleep. Hopefully they would for once be able to sleep undisturbed and safe from danger, though two members of the group had already decided that things wouldn’t go like the good guys wanted.

After the camp went silent, a shadowhound sneaked out of his tent in search of his next victim. Sneaking around the other tents whilst trying to make as little sound as possible, it’s claws ripping through the earth beneath it. Suddenly the dark beast raised his bloodthirsty head as he heard a sound comming from one of the other tents. It was as if someone had popped another beer and the shadowhound slowly moved into the direction the sound came from, sniffing at the entrance of the tent to figure out who was inside.

Suddenly a beercan got thrown out of the tent and hit the shadowhound right in the face, the beast jumped back with an angered growl leaving his mouth. This in turn was heard by whomever was residing inside the tent and a big figure crawled out of the tent to look what was making that strange sound. The shadowhound recognized him all too well, it was Atreides, the same guy that ended the fight with his fellow shadowhound Erica Brahmins by crushing through her skull with his powerfull fists. Slowly Atreides stood up and looked at the shadowhound for a while, then he simply picked up a nearby stick and threw it towards the lake whilst saying something in the ways of “go fetch little doggie”.

Stunned by the sheer stupidity of Atreides, the shadowhound simply stared at the big package of muscles and slowly walked towards the stick shortly afterwards, trying to lure the big brute out of the campsite that way. Dumb as he was, Atreides followed the shadowhound towards the lake. Waiting for Atreides to once again pick up the stick and throw it, the shadowhound readied himself to jump his unaware prey as soon as he was picking up the stick.

Slowly Atreides bowed towards the stick in order to pick it up once more when suddenly the shadowhound jumped on his back, slashing his claws deep in the muscular flesh of his prey whilst snapping at Atreides’ neck. Atreides lost his balance and dropped forward with his head smashing into the lake’s water, with the shadowhound on top of him still clawing deep into his flesh and biting his neck. The big brute screamed in pain as the shadowhound finally took hold on his neck and started to tear it apart, though nothing more then bubbles of air sprouted to the surface of the lake. All in a sudden laughter was to be heard from a distance, disturbing the shadowhounds assault on his drowning prey. Apparently the Pagan Mystic had followed the two towards the lakeside and watched the brilliant attack of the shadowhound, though he really should’ve kept his mouth shut as he now witnessed the bezerker roll over and ridding himself of the pest that had been attacking him.

Allmost crushed underneath his prey, the shadowhound jumped off his prey just in time and landed safely at a distance of the hulking madman. Angered with this development, the shadowhound growled at the Pagan Mystic for disturbing him, when he was suddenly hit in the face by one of the bezerkers fists. Dazed for a second, he watched the brute run at him with his fists ready to strike again. At the last moment, the shadowhound jumped aside and watched the fists crash into the sand. Within seconds the horrific black beast attacked his stumbling prey again, clawing into the right leg of his opponent and cripling him in the process. Dropped onto the ground whilst screaming in pain, the bezerker tried to get back on his feet invain. The shadowhound had slashed his upper and lower muscles of his leg and was now moving into a position that his prey was unable to protect against. Once again Atreides got jumped and bitten in the neck, which by now was bleeding severely. Slowly Atreides began to feel weaker due to the bloodloss, his attacker still on top of him chewing at his neck and ripping pieces of flesh from his body. Slowly Atreides tried to crawl towards the pagan mystic, screaming at him to help him get rid of this foul beast. The pagan mystic however simple laughed at him and kept on watching this brute become nothing more then another victim to his shadowhound friend.

Only a few feet away from the observer of this silly fight, the bezerker finally collapsed as the shadowhound had clawed all the way through the torso of his prey, collapsing it’s loungs and punctioning his heart. With a last plea for help, Atreides looked up at the pagan mystic and got nothing more then an evil smile thrown back at him as his life ended. The mystic looked at the shadowhound for a while and then walked away saying that he was proud of the way he handled this big dumb piece of flesh. The shadowhound howled into the air and as the pagan mystic walked awy from him, he digged in...feasting on the high quality of meat that was still on the corpse of his prey...tomorrow him and his evil friend will make an end to this trip once and for all, grabbing all the treasures they can get their hands on once they reach the ancient city.

Good Side (2)
Bezerker (0, Atreides -DEAD)(Battle of Death: 0)
Assassin (Wolf Ruga - DEAD)
Guardian (Mac - DEAD)
Cupid (0, Lewatha - DEAD)(Lovepotion Testing: 0)
Psychic(0, Senturu - DEAD)
Deranged Psychic (1)
Masons (0, Scientist, Knight the round Table, Salaracen - DEAD)
Carriers (1, Hemmer Swallows, Morgan(Lover), Erunion Telcontar, Markovnikovas - DEAD)

[[Game Ending will be posted/created somewhere tomorrow...however I got a busy shedule for tomorrow...and I want to make it a suitable ending...so I will try to take my time to write it...

...also...

I gave Mac the "okay" to open up his sign-up thread...sooo for those amongst us who are interested in yet another round of this fine game...that's where you'll need to be]]

yes. and whoever is the shadowhound, i'm going to vote him.

hey ruinz of solaz is my city :p

apparently we won a quick death...

*Tiber Septim approaches the area several days later and discovers many bodies and quietly walks away without a word

*Tiber Septim II approaches and see's a big pile of jelly.

"I'm going to sell that on Ebay"

*Tiber grabs the jelly and walks away

*Suddenly the jelly flies out of Tiber's mouth in utter horror and lands on the wall.

"You now know never to enter the body of a Septim, for inside our bodies are unspeakable horrors (Caused by years of drinking.)

*The jelly is suddenly all sucked into Tiber's mouth and goes out the other end.

"Nastiest tasting jelly i've had in a long time..."

*Tiber's eyes grow back (I'm cool like that) and he pulls out a Birdkiller 5000 and shoots it at the bird, it tracks onto it and blows it to pieces, Tiber then pulls out a flamethrower and uses it to evaporate the jelly.

*Tiber happily enjoyed his ice cream until the ice cream man approached with a bowl of jelly

Ice cream man: "Found this in the forest, want it?'

Suddenly the jelly rose and attempted to take over the poor ice cream man but Tiber shouted:

"ENOUGH OF THIS"

*Tiber rose his hand and shot a thin beam of light at the jelly, the jelly turned into a man.

"Now, would you like a bowl of ice cream Mr. Paracelzus?"

"No problem Mr. Paracelzus, would you like to go to Ye Olde Taverne for a drink?"

yummy, ice cream....wait are their werewolves around? i meant one once, and it tried to eat me, so now i stay away from places with werewolves

Ambrosias catches the ice cream man staring intently at Sheys... form the black laggon.