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[i]He/Him[/i]
Interacting with: Aren @AutumnFall123, Laurent @nameofuser, Glenda @Ketchalin [/center]
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Tenebriel managed a smile at Aren, "Thank you Aren." It wasn't Tenebriel's first time dealing with loss, having lost his fair share of companions back at the acolyte institution. But Belph was closer to his heart than those other dragons. He steeled his composure; now was not the time to be sad and crying. He had an attempted murder to investigate and a death to avenge.
He was shocked at Laurent's words. Of course the Pearlcatcher would be more observant and notice Belph's disappearance; after all it wasn't every day you repel an orange floating ram. "The killer got to Belph first," he answered. He let the rest come to their own conclusions. "Thanks, Laurent. But don't worry too much about it." He didn't suspect the Pearlcatcher to be behind the killings as much as he did the first day, but he still vigilantly kept in mind the possibility. As of now though, it seemed that Laurent genuinely wanted to help. Which Tenebriel needed quite a bit right now.
The Gaoler from yesterday appeared. Yet again, she commented that the glass was coated with something plant-derived. Tenebriel was perplexed, and looked her up and down again just in case he was wrong in his judgement about her using nature magic. But she had a point - "Yes, there was. Let's go."
Tenebriel led the group to the place the campfire had been. It was all burnt away now, only a few charred sticks were left. There was a faint outline where the circle of flames had been, and the entrance to the cave was still there.
"There was a campfire here when I landed," Tenebriel explained. "Then, the killer threw an explosive thing at the ground, igniting a flame around me. I think they wanted to lure me into that cave." He pointed with his claw. "But my instinct told me to leave the place."
He lied about the guard. He didn't want to give away their identity or put them in any sort of danger. If the killer knew that someone was protecting the rest, who knows what drastic measures they'd take in response?
Tenebriel managed a smile at Aren, "Thank you Aren." It wasn't Tenebriel's first time dealing with loss, having lost his fair share of companions back at the acolyte institution. But Belph was closer to his heart than those other dragons. He steeled his composure; now was not the time to be sad and crying. He had an attempted murder to investigate and a death to avenge.
He was shocked at Laurent's words. Of course the Pearlcatcher would be more observant and notice Belph's disappearance; after all it wasn't every day you repel an orange floating ram. "The killer got to Belph first," he answered. He let the rest come to their own conclusions. "Thanks, Laurent. But don't worry too much about it." He didn't suspect the Pearlcatcher to be behind the killings as much as he did the first day, but he still vigilantly kept in mind the possibility. As of now though, it seemed that Laurent genuinely wanted to help. Which Tenebriel needed quite a bit right now.
The Gaoler from yesterday appeared. Yet again, she commented that the glass was coated with something plant-derived. Tenebriel was perplexed, and looked her up and down again just in case he was wrong in his judgement about her using nature magic. But she had a point - "Yes, there was. Let's go."
Tenebriel led the group to the place the campfire had been. It was all burnt away now, only a few charred sticks were left. There was a faint outline where the circle of flames had been, and the entrance to the cave was still there.
"There was a campfire here when I landed," Tenebriel explained. "Then, the killer threw an explosive thing at the ground, igniting a flame around me. I think they wanted to lure me into that cave." He pointed with his claw. "But my instinct told me to leave the place."
He lied about the guard. He didn't want to give away their identity or put them in any sort of danger. If the killer knew that someone was protecting the rest, who knows what drastic measures they'd take in response?
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[color= #22242d]Interacting with: Some pea plant idk
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Oh, what a terrible day. Something prickled behind Tequit's eyes, and he realized just how scared he really was. Scared and guilty. He only wanted to help them. To live amongst them, as an equal. And now it just felt like he had failed.
He'd been running for years from his past failures. He wouldn't run from this one. These dragons needed help, they needed somebody who cared. And Tequit cared. He cared so much his heart itself felt pained by just looking at what happened.
He retreated away from the now-dispersed crowd back towards his garden. The little plants had done so well, even with their natural sun having been replaced by several lanterns. They did not care about the dragons that had died. It hadn't interrupted their blissful life. They were completely unchanged by the tragedy that had shook Tequit so. In a way, he wished he could be as strong and unbending as the green stems before him.
Tequit sank down and laid in the rich soil. His residual magic seeped into his hot tears, no longer bound by his will, and made them weakly glow with a pale blue light. He just wanted to lay here until he fell into the blissful darkness of sleep, but sleep was a long time coming.
[rule]
Tequit votes for [b]Asahi[/b]
Interacting with: Some pea plant idk
Oh, what a terrible day. Something prickled behind Tequit's eyes, and he realized just how scared he really was. Scared and guilty. He only wanted to help them. To live amongst them, as an equal. And now it just felt like he had failed.
He'd been running for years from his past failures. He wouldn't run from this one. These dragons needed help, they needed somebody who cared. And Tequit cared. He cared so much his heart itself felt pained by just looking at what happened.
He retreated away from the now-dispersed crowd back towards his garden. The little plants had done so well, even with their natural sun having been replaced by several lanterns. They did not care about the dragons that had died. It hadn't interrupted their blissful life. They were completely unchanged by the tragedy that had shook Tequit so. In a way, he wished he could be as strong and unbending as the green stems before him.
Tequit sank down and laid in the rich soil. His residual magic seeped into his hot tears, no longer bound by his will, and made them weakly glow with a pale blue light. He just wanted to lay here until he fell into the blissful darkness of sleep, but sleep was a long time coming.
Tequit votes for Asahi
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[b][size=4]Aren[/b] | JinxJou[/size]
[b]He/They[/b] | She/Her
[i]Interacting: Laurent (@nameofuser), Tenebriel (@starwindrider)[/center]
[Color=transparent]xxxxx[/color] [b]Aren[/b] brought the augite protector with them, understanding it's distress over being unable to travel as fast as the dragons and fearing being left behind. As soon as the group landed, Augite leapt out of Aren's arms and plodded it's way back to Tenebriel with a solemn expression.
Aren was absolutely [i] horrified.[/i] His brain couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, and it refused to imagine what Tenebriel must have gone through. If Tenebriel's instincts hadn't kicked in... He shuddered at the thought, and his head feathers stood straight out. This was an extremely cruel, well thought-out plan, something only the worst kind of mind could think up... His brain blanked out as he tried to think of anyone enjoying this. Why?
JinxJou set to sniffing around, but the smell of burnt and fire and gasoline assaulted her nostrils until she gagged and had to go somewhere where the smell was not as strong. Aren himself just sat by the edge of the circle, staring in terrified shock at the circle. His claws came near and almost touched it, but stopped just before, not daring to make contact.
Since Aren had forgotten his cat mask today, his emotions were plain on his face, the shock, terror, and appalled expressions all passing over his features like the tide over a sandy shore, over and over as his mind whirled. He'd never been that good at hiding his emotions - the reason why he always wore the cat's mask - and the threat of their situation certainly wasn't helping. Aren wasn't in as bad a state as Laurent, but he certainly never imagined cruelty like this happening so close to those he cared about.
xxxxx Aren brought the augite protector with them, understanding it's distress over being unable to travel as fast as the dragons and fearing being left behind. As soon as the group landed, Augite leapt out of Aren's arms and plodded it's way back to Tenebriel with a solemn expression.
Aren was absolutely
horrified. His brain couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, and it refused to imagine what Tenebriel must have gone through. If Tenebriel's instincts hadn't kicked in... He shuddered at the thought, and his head feathers stood straight out. This was an extremely cruel, well thought-out plan, something only the worst kind of mind could think up... His brain blanked out as he tried to think of anyone enjoying this. Why?
JinxJou set to sniffing around, but the smell of burnt and fire and gasoline assaulted her nostrils until she gagged and had to go somewhere where the smell was not as strong. Aren himself just sat by the edge of the circle, staring in terrified shock at the circle. His claws came near and almost touched it, but stopped just before, not daring to make contact.
Since Aren had forgotten his cat mask today, his emotions were plain on his face, the shock, terror, and appalled expressions all passing over his features like the tide over a sandy shore, over and over as his mind whirled. He'd never been that good at hiding his emotions - the reason why he always wore the cat's mask - and the threat of their situation certainly wasn't helping. Aren wasn't in as bad a state as Laurent, but he certainly never imagined cruelty like this happening so close to those he cared about.
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[b]Laurent[/b] [i]He/Him[/i]
Interacting: Tenebriel (@Starwindrider) Aren (@AutumnFall123) Glenda (@Ketchalin)
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The burnt clearing is beyond words.
All Laurent can do is stare blankly as Tenebriel walks them through the ring of ashes, the remains of the campfire, the dark mouth of the cave…
Some part of him quietly notes the Wildclaw’s thin excuse of “instinct” and how unlikely that was, since the killer must’ve planned out every aspect of this murder. But he says nothing, just takes a few steps forward and runs his hand along the charred grass. He can’t tell if the trembling in his legs is from terror or fury. Probably both.
When Tenebriel told him the killer had struck again, he’d assumed it would be another simple setup. But this… this was [i]sport[/i]. Whoever did this had wanted to watch Tenebriel run like a frightened animal. They’d wanted to savor his fear. It was… [i]horrible[/i].
Who could [i]do[/i] something like this? Surely it… surely it [i]couldn’t[/i] be…
The scent of burnt gasoline fills his nose. He can barely breathe. There’s too much, it’s all too much and he doesn’t- surely no one, surely no one could-
He doesn’t believe it. He knows everyone here. They were all good people. Or… well… maybe not good, but this! This was beyond everything!
He feels sick. He doesn’t want to see it. He wants to run away and never look another one of these twisted deaths in the face or just curl up in a ball and pretend it had never happened, that he’d never been here-
But he [i]has to[/i]. For Belph. For the dead. For everyone. He [i]can’t leave them[/i].
So he closes his watering eyes, takes a deep breath, nearly chokes on it and quickly draws in another, then another… until his heartbeat has slowed enough that he can look his companions in the eye and slowly scan their faces:
Tenebriel was trying his best to remain calm, but every so often, a flicker of shock or grief would pass across his face. Aren looked almost exactly how he himself felt: disgusted and horrified and [i]scared[/i], and it’s enough to make his breath hitch again before he regains control of himself. Glenda’s expression was unreadable. He couldn’t tell if she was sad, or angry, or disappointed that Tenebriel wasn’t lying dead on the ground right now.
But no, surely not. Not her. She was so nice. He’d seen what she’d done with Holly, and no one who gave such kind gifts could ever, [i]ever[/i] do something like this. Right?
[i]Please, Lightweaver, please. It can’t be any of us! Surely we must’ve gotten something wrong! Surely none of us could’ve done this![/i]
But he still had to.
[i]Just keep going, Laurent. Keep steady. It’ll be over soon enough, and we’ll get the right dragon this time. You’ve just gotta keep going.[/i]
Surely, this time, things would be different.
…[i]Right[/i]?
Laurent He/Him
Interacting: Tenebriel (@
Starwindrider) Aren (@
AutumnFall123) Glenda (@
Ketchalin)
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The burnt clearing is beyond words.
All Laurent can do is stare blankly as Tenebriel walks them through the ring of ashes, the remains of the campfire, the dark mouth of the cave…
Some part of him quietly notes the Wildclaw’s thin excuse of “instinct” and how unlikely that was, since the killer must’ve planned out every aspect of this murder. But he says nothing, just takes a few steps forward and runs his hand along the charred grass. He can’t tell if the trembling in his legs is from terror or fury. Probably both.
When Tenebriel told him the killer had struck again, he’d assumed it would be another simple setup. But this… this was
sport. Whoever did this had wanted to watch Tenebriel run like a frightened animal. They’d wanted to savor his fear. It was…
horrible.
Who could
do something like this? Surely it… surely it
couldn’t be…
The scent of burnt gasoline fills his nose. He can barely breathe. There’s too much, it’s all too much and he doesn’t- surely no one, surely no one could-
He doesn’t believe it. He knows everyone here. They were all good people. Or… well… maybe not good, but this! This was beyond everything!
He feels sick. He doesn’t want to see it. He wants to run away and never look another one of these twisted deaths in the face or just curl up in a ball and pretend it had never happened, that he’d never been here-
But he
has to. For Belph. For the dead. For everyone. He
can’t leave them.
So he closes his watering eyes, takes a deep breath, nearly chokes on it and quickly draws in another, then another… until his heartbeat has slowed enough that he can look his companions in the eye and slowly scan their faces:
Tenebriel was trying his best to remain calm, but every so often, a flicker of shock or grief would pass across his face. Aren looked almost exactly how he himself felt: disgusted and horrified and
scared, and it’s enough to make his breath hitch again before he regains control of himself. Glenda’s expression was unreadable. He couldn’t tell if she was sad, or angry, or disappointed that Tenebriel wasn’t lying dead on the ground right now.
But no, surely not. Not her. She was so nice. He’d seen what she’d done with Holly, and no one who gave such kind gifts could ever,
ever do something like this. Right?
Please, Lightweaver, please. It can’t be any of us! Surely we must’ve gotten something wrong! Surely none of us could’ve done this!
But he still had to.
Just keep going, Laurent. Keep steady. It’ll be over soon enough, and we’ll get the right dragon this time. You’ve just gotta keep going.
Surely, this time, things would be different.
…
Right?
Voting is now closed! Please stand by for the exile.
Voting is now closed! Please stand by for the exile.
Live today. Don’t wait for tomorrow.
[center][size=6][b][u][emoji=sun]The Evening[emoji=sun][/u][/b][/size][/center]
[quote=The Exile]
[center][emoji=torch] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [emoji=torch][/center]
After the attempted murder of the previous night, many dragons came and went to the scene of the crime out throughout the day, all hoping to find some clue to the killer that had been overlooked by the others. Unfortunately, early on in the investigation, things came to a stalemate. The majority of the clan became divided between Glenda and Aren, and it soon became clear that the former would be departing that night. This time, Tenebriel dared to believe that they might have been right... but he wouldn't hold his breath.
Laurent and Aren stayed by the leader's side as he informed the auctioneer-turned-assistant-detective about the decision to exile her. Glenda wasn't shocked by the news, since she had stood beside the leader as all of the clan members turned in their votes, but she was still saddened. "It's for the best," Tenebriel assured her as he escorted her to her den, intending to help her pack up her things. "I appreciate your help, but I think it's safer for you to leave now."
"Safer for me, or safer for you?" Glenda asked with a tilt of her head. Seeing the wildlcaw's surprise at what could have been an admission of guilt, she laughed. "I'm just kidding, of course; might as well take this in stride. It'll be safer for me, not you. I really tried to help you while I was here... pointed you to every clue I saw."
With a sigh, Glenda disappeared inside of her den. Tenebriel waited patiently outside, until the auctioneer reappeared with her truly impressive amount of goods. "I can buy some of that off your hands, if it's too much to carry," Tenebriel offered, wondering how the gaoler intended to carry all of her wares.
"No, don't worry about it. Wouldn't want the killer stealing anything I left behind, haha!" Her smile faltering, the auctioneer turned away from the leader. "Goodbye, Tenebriel. I hope you find who did this." She then walked away in silence, and as Tenebriel watched her go, he knew deep down that they were wrong once again.
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[emoji=ping][b]Looks like this is no place for a Gaoler to call home.[/b]
[u]Glenda was the Witness.[/u]
[emoji=comment]The Nighttime starts now. Guard and Killer PM me with who you want to guard (Guards) or kill (Killer). Seer and Magist can PM me as well, if applicable.
And if you still haven’t joined the Discord, hurry and do so [url=https://discord.gg/XQpNSZ4]here[/url]!
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[quote=Current Allegiances]
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[emoji=gold crown size=1][b]Leader:[/b]
[emoji=question mark size=1] Tenebriel | He/Him | Wildclaw | Starwindrider | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56261776]Link[/url]
[s][i]Belph | [gamedb item=54523][/i][/s]
[emoji=silver crown size=1][b]Second-in-Command:[/b]
[emoji=water rune size=1] Tequit | He/They | Fairy Nocturne | TrueTerror | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56258824]Link[/url]
[s][emoji=aberration confused size=1][b]Random Dragon:[/b]
[emoji=ice rune size=1] CheapCereal | They/Them | Aberration | ChaoticFriendzy | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56258640]Link[/url][/s]
[emoji=blue vial size=1][b]Surgical Practitioner:[/b]
[emoji=wind rune size=1] Asahi | She/Her | Skydancer | SunSprite | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56258888]Link[/url]
[emoji=money bag size=1][b]Landlord:[/b]
[emoji=block size=1] Twizzler | He/It | Auraboa-like Parasite | WyvernTales | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56259028]Link[/url]
[emoji=cat 1 size=1][b]Veterinarian:[/b]
[emoji=wind rune size=1] Aren | He/They | Wildclaw | AutumnFall123 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56259302]Link[/url]
[i]JinxJou | [gamedb item=50638][/i]
[emoji=gold tiara size=1][b]Wicked Princess:[/b]
[emoji=question mark size=1][emoji=plague rune size=1] Charaine Ivore | She/Her | Skydancer | Scorisyn | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56259445]Link[/url]
[i]Dahlia | [gamedb item=44780][/i]
[s][emoji=wizard hat size=1][b]Witch:[/b]
[emoji=ice rune size=1] Eden | She/Her | Gaoler | pandakitty1 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56259483]Link[/url]
[i]Gossamer | [gamedb item=16477][/i][/s]
[s][emoji=gem size=1][b]"Jewel Appraiser":[/b]
[emoji=arcane rune size=1] Leicester | He/Him | Pearlcatcher | Capian | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56260058]Link[/url][/s]
[emoji=treasure size=1][b]Bored Noble:[/b]
[emoji=nature rune size=1] Sterling | He/Him | Wildclaw | natsinabucket | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56260460]Link[/url]
[s][emoji=trade size=1][b]Auctioneer:[/b]
[emoji=nature rune size=1] Glenda | She/Her | Gaoler | Ketchalin | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56260680]Link[/url][/s]
[emoji=deer skull size=1][b]Warlock:[/b]
[emoji=plague rune size=1] Holly | She/Her | Nocturne | JellyRaven | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56261362]Link[/url]
[i]Ruby | [gamedb item=1987][/i]
[emoji=crescent moon 1 size=1][b]Terrified Paranormal Presence:[/b]
[emoji=ice rune size=1] Shade | Any Pronouns | Ghost Fae | Storia | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56262012]Link[/url]
[emoji=sword and shield size=1][b]Warrior-in-Training:[/b]
[emoji=lightning rune size=1] Thunderdancer | He/Him | Spiral | KingJava123456 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/759#post_56264469]Link[/url]
[i](Unnamed) | [gamedb item=51344][/i]
[emoji=glimmer tile size=1][b]Ex-Chosen One:[/b]
[emoji=question mark size=1][emoji=light rune size=1] Laurent | He/Him | Pearlcatcher | nameofuser | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/759#post_56267671]Link[/url]
[emoji=familiar heart size=1][b]Relations:[/b]
[s]CheapCereal[/s] x Chara
-> ?, ?
? x ?
-> [s]Eden[/s], Tenebriel, Twizzler
? x ?
-> Asahi, Sterling
[ 11 dragons remaining ]
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The Evening
The Exile wrote:
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After the attempted murder of the previous night, many dragons came and went to the scene of the crime out throughout the day, all hoping to find some clue to the killer that had been overlooked by the others. Unfortunately, early on in the investigation, things came to a stalemate. The majority of the clan became divided between Glenda and Aren, and it soon became clear that the former would be departing that night. This time, Tenebriel dared to believe that they might have been right... but he wouldn't hold his breath.
Laurent and Aren stayed by the leader's side as he informed the auctioneer-turned-assistant-detective about the decision to exile her. Glenda wasn't shocked by the news, since she had stood beside the leader as all of the clan members turned in their votes, but she was still saddened. "It's for the best," Tenebriel assured her as he escorted her to her den, intending to help her pack up her things. "I appreciate your help, but I think it's safer for you to leave now."
"Safer for me, or safer for you?" Glenda asked with a tilt of her head. Seeing the wildlcaw's surprise at what could have been an admission of guilt, she laughed. "I'm just kidding, of course; might as well take this in stride. It'll be safer for me, not you. I really tried to help you while I was here... pointed you to every clue I saw."
With a sigh, Glenda disappeared inside of her den. Tenebriel waited patiently outside, until the auctioneer reappeared with her truly impressive amount of goods. "I can buy some of that off your hands, if it's too much to carry," Tenebriel offered, wondering how the gaoler intended to carry all of her wares.
"No, don't worry about it. Wouldn't want the killer stealing anything I left behind, haha!" Her smile faltering, the auctioneer turned away from the leader. "Goodbye, Tenebriel. I hope you find who did this." She then walked away in silence, and as Tenebriel watched her go, he knew deep down that they were wrong once again.
Looks like this is no place for a Gaoler to call home.
Glenda was the Witness.
The Nighttime starts now. Guard and Killer PM me with who you want to guard (Guards) or kill (Killer). Seer and Magist can PM me as well, if applicable.
And if you still haven’t joined the Discord, hurry and do so
here!
@KitC Game 37
Current Allegiances wrote:
Live today. Don’t wait for tomorrow.
[center][size=6][emoji=crescent moon 2][b][u]The Nighttime[/u][/b][emoji=crescent moon 2][/size][/center]
[quote=The Kill]
[center][emoji=skull] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [emoji=skull][/center]
(Warning: this kill involves some gore related to animal death. Potentially triggering passages have been censored.)
Since his search the previous night had been so rudely interrupted by the squabbling of his subordinates, Twizzler found himself once again patrolling the perimeter of the clan grounds for something to fill his food storage with. The prospect of encountering a killer along the way did not disturb him in the slightest; whoever this murderer was, they were surely no match for the progenitor of the Dead Zone's beasts. Besides, they weren't even very good at their job. Tenebriel escaped their clutches just fine, and he was nothing compared to the great millipede-like goliath. Nothing in Twizzler's eyes, that is.
As he continued along his path, the great parasite noticed something peculiar on the ground before him. There was the smallest smattering of crimson adorning the dull leaves of grass he almost walked on. Intrigued, he leaned down and sniffed it, and was delighted to find that it was in fact blood. Lifting his head back up, he saw that the blood continued in a thin trail away from the clan, deeper into the ruins of the surrounding territory. Based on the feeble amount of blood, whoever was injured must not have been hurt too badly, but an injury was an injury. Perhaps it was indicative of the Killer making their next move, and following this trail would reveal their latest victim... or the Killer themselves. Either way, Twizzler would be happy to find what weakened dragon was waiting for him at the end of the path. Maybe he could finally get a meal in this gods-forsaken land.
Excited by the prospect of a free meal, Twizzler followed the trail into the ruins, and was disappointed to find that it was a very short trail indeed. The injury must have been minor enough that it ceased its bleeding rather quickly. However, the scent of the dragon who left the trail remained, and so Twizzler continued following that scent as far as he could.
Eventually, Twizzler reached an area where the ruins parted enough for it to stand up on his hind legs (all two dozen of them), and he had to stop and marvel at the sight before him. [spoiler]In this clearing of sorts, someone had taken the time to adorn the ruins with the remains of a butchered animal. Long intestines were stretched between stone pillars, with blood dripping down tantalizingly onto the floor below. The remains stretched across the starry sky in beautiful lines of sanguine... somewhat reminiscent of a certain type of candy.[/spoiler]
Twizzler continued into the clearing, standing up on his hind legs to get a better look at what was dangling above him. As he stepped forward, he realized a moment too late that the tarp on the floor he had assumed was covering more cobblestone floor was really covering nothing at all, and it gave way the second he put any weight onto it. Due to his position unevenly distributing his own mass, he tumbled forward, and fell down into the hole that the Killer had so carefully obscured from view. As he crashed onto the bottom of the pit, a few seconds passed with him struggling to regain his bearing, and then suddenly he felt something sharp pierce his wing, then a place on his abdomen, then his tail. He lifted his head, and found himself face to face with a tiny opal cobra. The snake hissed at him. He hissed back.
Unfortunately, by the time he realized where he had landed, it was already too late. The venomous snakes he had landed upon were already biting him relentlessly, and he could feel his body shutting down. Every second that passed, it became harder to breathe, until eventually, it stopped breathing altogether.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It would take some time for Twizzler's body to be found, as he was located at the bottom of a deep pit home to many snakes. Anyone with eyes could tell that retrieving the body would be a very difficult task indeed.
[/quote]
(Edited to accommodate a FR censor!)
[emoji=ping][b]Surely not only the good die young.[/b]
[u]Twizzler was a Civilian.[/u]
[tl;dr: The Killer set up a false floor above a pit full of opal cobras, then lured Twizzler to it by leaving a trail of blood for him and [spoiler]setting up the remains of a dead animal above the trap[/spoiler]. Twizzler fell into the pit and was killed by the venomous snakes. ]
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[quote=Current Allegiances]
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[emoji=gold crown size=1][b]Leader:[/b]
[emoji=question mark size=1] Tenebriel | He/Him | Wildclaw | Starwindrider | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56261776]Link[/url]
[s][i]Belph | [gamedb item=54523][/i][/s]
[emoji=silver crown size=1][b]Second-in-Command:[/b]
[emoji=water rune size=1] Tequit | He/They | Fairy Nocturne | TrueTerror | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56258824]Link[/url]
[s][emoji=aberration confused size=1][b]Random Dragon:[/b]
[emoji=ice rune size=1] CheapCereal | They/Them | Aberration | ChaoticFriendzy | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56258640]Link[/url][/s]
[emoji=blue vial size=1][b]Surgical Practitioner:[/b]
[emoji=wind rune size=1] Asahi | She/Her | Skydancer | SunSprite | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56258888]Link[/url]
[s][emoji=money bag size=1][b]Landlord:[/b]
[emoji=block size=1] Twizzler | He/It | Auraboa-like Parasite | WyvernTales | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56259028]Link[/url][/s]
[emoji=cat 1 size=1][b]Veterinarian:[/b]
[emoji=wind rune size=1] Aren | He/They | Wildclaw | AutumnFall123 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56259302]Link[/url]
[i]JinxJou | [gamedb item=50638][/i]
[emoji=gold tiara size=1][b]Wicked Princess:[/b]
[emoji=question mark size=1][emoji=plague rune size=1] Charaine Ivore | She/Her | Skydancer | Scorisyn | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56259445]Link[/url]
[i]Dahlia | [gamedb item=44780][/i]
[s][emoji=wizard hat size=1][b]Witch:[/b]
[emoji=ice rune size=1] Eden | She/Her | Gaoler | pandakitty1 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/757#post_56259483]Link[/url]
[i]Gossamer | [gamedb item=16477][/i][/s]
[s][emoji=gem size=1][b]"Jewel Appraiser":[/b]
[emoji=arcane rune size=1] Leicester | He/Him | Pearlcatcher | Capian | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56260058]Link[/url][/s]
[emoji=treasure size=1][b]Bored Noble:[/b]
[emoji=nature rune size=1] Sterling | He/Him | Wildclaw | natsinabucket | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56260460]Link[/url]
[s][emoji=trade size=1][b]Auctioneer:[/b]
[emoji=nature rune size=1] Glenda | She/Her | Gaoler | Ketchalin | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56260680]Link[/url][/s]
[emoji=deer skull size=1][b]Warlock:[/b]
[emoji=plague rune size=1] Holly | She/Her | Nocturne | JellyRaven | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56261362]Link[/url]
[i]Ruby | [gamedb item=1987][/i]
[emoji=crescent moon 1 size=1][b]Terrified Paranormal Presence:[/b]
[emoji=ice rune size=1] Shade | Any Pronouns | Ghost Fae | Storia | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/758#post_56262012]Link[/url]
[emoji=sword and shield size=1][b]Warrior-in-Training:[/b]
[emoji=lightning rune size=1] Thunderdancer | He/Him | Spiral | KingJava123456 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/759#post_56264469]Link[/url]
[i](Unnamed) | [gamedb item=51344][/i]
[emoji=glimmer tile size=1][b]Ex-Chosen One:[/b]
[emoji=question mark size=1][emoji=light rune size=1] Laurent | He/Him | Pearlcatcher | nameofuser | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/759#post_56267671]Link[/url]
[emoji=familiar heart size=1][b]Relations:[/b]
[s]CheapCereal[/s] x Chara
-> ?, ?
? x ?
-> [s]Eden[/s], Tenebriel, [s]Twizzler[/s]
? x ?
-> Asahi, Sterling
[ 10 dragons remaining ]
[/quote]
The Nighttime
The Kill wrote:
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
(Warning: this kill involves some gore related to animal death. Potentially triggering passages have been censored.)
Since his search the previous night had been so rudely interrupted by the squabbling of his subordinates, Twizzler found himself once again patrolling the perimeter of the clan grounds for something to fill his food storage with. The prospect of encountering a killer along the way did not disturb him in the slightest; whoever this murderer was, they were surely no match for the progenitor of the Dead Zone's beasts. Besides, they weren't even very good at their job. Tenebriel escaped their clutches just fine, and he was nothing compared to the great millipede-like goliath. Nothing in Twizzler's eyes, that is.
As he continued along his path, the great parasite noticed something peculiar on the ground before him. There was the smallest smattering of crimson adorning the dull leaves of grass he almost walked on. Intrigued, he leaned down and sniffed it, and was delighted to find that it was in fact blood. Lifting his head back up, he saw that the blood continued in a thin trail away from the clan, deeper into the ruins of the surrounding territory. Based on the feeble amount of blood, whoever was injured must not have been hurt too badly, but an injury was an injury. Perhaps it was indicative of the Killer making their next move, and following this trail would reveal their latest victim... or the Killer themselves. Either way, Twizzler would be happy to find what weakened dragon was waiting for him at the end of the path. Maybe he could finally get a meal in this gods-forsaken land.
Excited by the prospect of a free meal, Twizzler followed the trail into the ruins, and was disappointed to find that it was a very short trail indeed. The injury must have been minor enough that it ceased its bleeding rather quickly. However, the scent of the dragon who left the trail remained, and so Twizzler continued following that scent as far as he could.
Eventually, Twizzler reached an area where the ruins parted enough for it to stand up on his hind legs (all two dozen of them), and he had to stop and marvel at the sight before him.
In this clearing of sorts, someone had taken the time to adorn the ruins with the remains of a butchered animal. Long intestines were stretched between stone pillars, with blood dripping down tantalizingly onto the floor below. The remains stretched across the starry sky in beautiful lines of sanguine... somewhat reminiscent of a certain type of candy.
Twizzler continued into the clearing, standing up on his hind legs to get a better look at what was dangling above him. As he stepped forward, he realized a moment too late that the tarp on the floor he had assumed was covering more cobblestone floor was really covering nothing at all, and it gave way the second he put any weight onto it. Due to his position unevenly distributing his own mass, he tumbled forward, and fell down into the hole that the Killer had so carefully obscured from view. As he crashed onto the bottom of the pit, a few seconds passed with him struggling to regain his bearing, and then suddenly he felt something sharp pierce his wing, then a place on his abdomen, then his tail. He lifted his head, and found himself face to face with a tiny opal cobra. The snake hissed at him. He hissed back.
Unfortunately, by the time he realized where he had landed, it was already too late. The venomous snakes he had landed upon were already biting him relentlessly, and he could feel his body shutting down. Every second that passed, it became harder to breathe, until eventually, it stopped breathing altogether.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It would take some time for Twizzler's body to be found, as he was located at the bottom of a deep pit home to many snakes. Anyone with eyes could tell that retrieving the body would be a very difficult task indeed.
(Edited to accommodate a FR censor!)
Surely not only the good die young.
Twizzler was a Civilian.
[tl;dr: The Killer set up a false floor above a pit full of opal cobras, then lured Twizzler to it by leaving a trail of blood for him and
setting up the remains of a dead animal above the trap. Twizzler fell into the pit and was killed by the venomous snakes. ]
The Voting starts now, put in your post who you would vote to exile as the Killer. You may also discuss or put in your assumptions/facts
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Current Allegiances wrote:
Live today. Don’t wait for tomorrow.
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[size=4]He/Him
Interacting with: corpse pit
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[size=4][font=book antiqua]There's nothing for the mind like a meandering morning walk.
Or, um. There's nothing for the mind like the sheer poetic visual of being a beautiful, ghostly figure in the early morning- Sterling can just imagine how anyone looking out their den window might see him and think, "Who is that? Where did he learn to be so ethereal?"
He makes sure to look periodically and wistfully up at the dim sky. Just to round out the [i]image[/i]. It's healing for the [i]soul[/i] to know how lovely he must appear as he wanders further and further from that nasty little clan.
And it's during one of these wistful upwards glances- [i]how introspective, how graceful, what could someone so gorgeous be thinking at this hour?[/i]- that Sterling steps in something [i]wet[/i].
He's cringing back immediately, head whipping down to see his talons coated in [i]red[/i].
Horror and disgust reel Sterling's head back, and the source of the splotch of blood only makes it [i]worse[/i]. A macabre criss-cross of wet, shining... things Sterling does not want to think about, gleaming even in the low light.
And it stops him in his tracks- a lucky thing indeed, because when he looks [i]down[/i] the ground yawns open in front of him.
He can barely see the floor of the pit, but the mashed, twisted remains of the thing Sterling was [i]preparing to antagonize[/i] stare distantly up at him.
A feeling something like regret almost overpowers the revulsion squirming through Sterling's chest. And the resounding shriek he lets out is [i]far[/i] from ethereal, graceful, or gorgeous.
Sterling
He/Him
Interacting with: corpse pit
There's nothing for the mind like a meandering morning walk.
Or, um. There's nothing for the mind like the sheer poetic visual of being a beautiful, ghostly figure in the early morning- Sterling can just imagine how anyone looking out their den window might see him and think, "Who is that? Where did he learn to be so ethereal?"
He makes sure to look periodically and wistfully up at the dim sky. Just to round out the image. It's healing for the soul to know how lovely he must appear as he wanders further and further from that nasty little clan.
And it's during one of these wistful upwards glances- how introspective, how graceful, what could someone so gorgeous be thinking at this hour?- that Sterling steps in something wet.
He's cringing back immediately, head whipping down to see his talons coated in red.
Horror and disgust reel Sterling's head back, and the source of the splotch of blood only makes it worse. A macabre criss-cross of wet, shining... things Sterling does not want to think about, gleaming even in the low light.
And it stops him in his tracks- a lucky thing indeed, because when he looks down the ground yawns open in front of him.
He can barely see the floor of the pit, but the mashed, twisted remains of the thing Sterling was preparing to antagonize stare distantly up at him.
A feeling something like regret almost overpowers the revulsion squirming through Sterling's chest. And the resounding shriek he lets out is far from ethereal, graceful, or gorgeous.
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[i]He/Him[/i]
Interacting with: Sterling @natsinabucket [/center]
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A loud and ugly screech pierced into Tenebriel's skull, ripping him out of peaceful sleep. He jerked to his feet and was fully awake within a second, casting Detect Magic immediately. Nothing showed up except for the magic signatures of some guests that had been there last night. So those dragons were still accounted for.
It wasn't unusual for lost visitors to be jumped by the Malevolent Spirits around the area and cause a commotion while that happened. But those situations took place far from the traveller's shelter; antagonistic spirits had stopped showing up around the shelter shortly after Tenebriel had moved in, most likely thanks to Twizzler. So the screaming was most likely not coming from some unfortunate soul being hemmed in by less-than-friendly residents. Which meant only one thing.
Tenebriel opened his door, checking the surroundings quickly for danger before speeding away in the direction of the sound. He was leaving the shelter unguarded, but it was fine if Tequit and Twizzler were still present.
Weaving through the ruins, he finally found one of his guests standing in a clearing. The grey Wildclaw, Sterling. He was frozen, staring at something on the ground. He seemed alive. There was no strange magic around the place, except from Sterling himself. As Tenebriel cautiously entered the clearing, something fell on his cloak and he looked up to see the setup the killer had created. Something told him this wasn't the worst.
He slowly stepped up to the place Sterling was looking at, and glanced down. Nothing he foresaw would've prepared him for this. First disgust, then realisation and rage dawned upon him.
They were wrong. It wasn't Glenda. And the killer was making Tenebriel pay, again. His best watchdog had been killed. Without Twizzler, the shelter's safety would be compromised. And if the killer was someone brave and skilled enough to kill Twizzler...
Tenebriel looked up and drew a breath. He realised he was dealing with more than he was prepared for. For the first time in years, he longed for his paladin powers - he'd have made quick work of the killer with those. The acolyte institute warned that anyone who turned against their paladin oath had a heart of darkness, but it seemed that this killer had no heart at all.
But that wasn't the point now.
He turned to his fellow Wildclaw. Even though Sterling was already grey, his face seemed much more ashen. He had to get Sterling out of this place and make sure no one else came by as well. It wasn't something anyone could stand looking at.
"Sterling?" He called. He had to get the Wildclaw out of whatever shock he was in. "Sterling!"
T E N E B R I E L
He/Him
Interacting with: Sterling @
natsinabucket
A loud and ugly screech pierced into Tenebriel's skull, ripping him out of peaceful sleep. He jerked to his feet and was fully awake within a second, casting Detect Magic immediately. Nothing showed up except for the magic signatures of some guests that had been there last night. So those dragons were still accounted for.
It wasn't unusual for lost visitors to be jumped by the Malevolent Spirits around the area and cause a commotion while that happened. But those situations took place far from the traveller's shelter; antagonistic spirits had stopped showing up around the shelter shortly after Tenebriel had moved in, most likely thanks to Twizzler. So the screaming was most likely not coming from some unfortunate soul being hemmed in by less-than-friendly residents. Which meant only one thing.
Tenebriel opened his door, checking the surroundings quickly for danger before speeding away in the direction of the sound. He was leaving the shelter unguarded, but it was fine if Tequit and Twizzler were still present.
Weaving through the ruins, he finally found one of his guests standing in a clearing. The grey Wildclaw, Sterling. He was frozen, staring at something on the ground. He seemed alive. There was no strange magic around the place, except from Sterling himself. As Tenebriel cautiously entered the clearing, something fell on his cloak and he looked up to see the setup the killer had created. Something told him this wasn't the worst.
He slowly stepped up to the place Sterling was looking at, and glanced down. Nothing he foresaw would've prepared him for this. First disgust, then realisation and rage dawned upon him.
They were wrong. It wasn't Glenda. And the killer was making Tenebriel pay, again. His best watchdog had been killed. Without Twizzler, the shelter's safety would be compromised. And if the killer was someone brave and skilled enough to kill Twizzler...
Tenebriel looked up and drew a breath. He realised he was dealing with more than he was prepared for. For the first time in years, he longed for his paladin powers - he'd have made quick work of the killer with those. The acolyte institute warned that anyone who turned against their paladin oath had a heart of darkness, but it seemed that this killer had no heart at all.
But that wasn't the point now.
He turned to his fellow Wildclaw. Even though Sterling was already grey, his face seemed much more ashen. He had to get Sterling out of this place and make sure no one else came by as well. It wasn't something anyone could stand looking at.
"Sterling?" He called. He had to get the Wildclaw out of whatever shock he was in. "Sterling!"
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[b][size=4]Aren[/b] | JinxJou[/size]
[b]He/They[/b] | She/Her
[i]Interacting: Following Tenebriel (@starwindrider)[/center]
[Color=transparent]xxxxx[/color] [b]Aren[/b] and many of his felines werr startled by the sudden screeching, leaping to their feet and wondering where they were- oh, right. Aren had decided to stay the night in the shelter to be closer to Tenebriel in case he needed him. But what was that terrible noise?
Peeking outside, he saw the blur of Tenebriel rushing off, and panic immediately filled him. Hat another kill happened? Was Glenda not the murderer?! He had to help Tenebriel!
Turning back and redressing himself fully - remembering to wear his cat mask this time - Aren comforted the Deities that had chosen to spend the night with him and assured them that he'd be back quickly. JinxJou followed him as always, his guardian deity. Together they flew in the general direction Tenebriel rushed off to, but slowed to a near stop after getting deep in the ruins and near to their location. Aren and JinxJou, however, thought they had gotten lost.
"Tenebriel! T-tenebriel? Are you alright?!" Aren called, flying in place and looking around the ruins uncertainty. JinxJou seemed to smell something interesting in the air, and her nostrils kept flaring - she had an expression of mixed slight hunger and much disgust in it. It was a similar look she made when she once discovered a rotting egg after thinking it might be something good to eat...
Aren | JinxJou
He/They | She/Her
Interacting: Following Tenebriel (@starwindrider)
xxxxx Aren and many of his felines werr startled by the sudden screeching, leaping to their feet and wondering where they were- oh, right. Aren had decided to stay the night in the shelter to be closer to Tenebriel in case he needed him. But what was that terrible noise?
Peeking outside, he saw the blur of Tenebriel rushing off, and panic immediately filled him. Hat another kill happened? Was Glenda not the murderer?! He had to help Tenebriel!
Turning back and redressing himself fully - remembering to wear his cat mask this time - Aren comforted the Deities that had chosen to spend the night with him and assured them that he'd be back quickly. JinxJou followed him as always, his guardian deity. Together they flew in the general direction Tenebriel rushed off to, but slowed to a near stop after getting deep in the ruins and near to their location. Aren and JinxJou, however, thought they had gotten lost.
"Tenebriel! T-tenebriel? Are you alright?!" Aren called, flying in place and looking around the ruins uncertainty. JinxJou seemed to smell something interesting in the air, and her nostrils kept flaring - she had an expression of mixed slight hunger and much disgust in it. It was a similar look she made when she once discovered a rotting egg after thinking it might be something good to eat...
star | she/her | fr +15 
Leader:
Tenebriel | He/Him | Wildclaw | Starwindrider | 
Second-in-Command:
Tequit | He/They | Fairy Nocturne | TrueTerror | 
Random Dragon:
CheapCereal | They/Them | Aberration | ChaoticFriendzy | 
Surgical Practitioner:
Asahi | She/Her | Skydancer | SunSprite | 
Landlord:
Twizzler | He/It | Auraboa-like Parasite | WyvernTales | 
Veterinarian:
Wicked Princess:
Charaine Ivore | She/Her | Skydancer | Scorisyn | 
Witch:
"Jewel Appraiser":
Leicester | He/Him | Pearlcatcher | Capian | 
Bored Noble:
Sterling | He/Him | Wildclaw | natsinabucket | 
Auctioneer:
Warlock:
Terrified Paranormal Presence:
Warrior-in-Training:
Thunderdancer | He/Him | Spiral | KingJava123456 | 
Ex-Chosen One:
Laurent | He/Him | Pearlcatcher | nameofuser | 
Relations:
