Re: Forum Mafia Game: The Tomb known as Tristram
It was another starless night tonight. I was intending on keeping to myself, unsure of who to trust now. Had this been a hoax all along, manipulating me to join them, just so they could play these mind games on me?
I didn't have long to dwell on the matter before I heard a commotion coming from downstairs. I slowly crept down to find them all staring out into the night. Amid the darkness, we saw a flury of white lightning snaking along the ground towards a single point. My companions wanted to go out there to investigate, but hesitated when they realized they weren't sure what traps might be laying around, ready to strike any unlucky passers-by.
We head up to the roof instead to get a better view as to what's going on. We see off in the distance nothing but the lightning, concentrating on one spot constantly. We heard the demonic roar of Diablo then, and to my astonishment, he seemed to be in pain! Whoever was controlling this lightning was indeed strong to damage the lord of terror himself!
At that instant Diablo seemed to have gotten fed up with the attack, for soon after we saw flame scale the ground in all directions from the center point of all the lightning. We heard a faint cry soon after, and the lightning ceased as calmly as it had started. The stars came back instantly. There in the field lay WickedSwami.
The nearest building was set aflame from Diablo's attack, and my memories came flooding back to me like a torrent of heavy rain. My companions raced down the path to the fires to try and put them out while I layed paralized. I don't know if it was real or my imagination, but vividly I heard someone whisper "Tristram is mine!"
WickedSwami is now dead. It is now daytime. There are 3 left alive. 2 votes needed to lynch, 1 to lock:
Asrrin
Ankeli
KrazeyIvan