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With 11 alive, it is 6 to lynch.

Let me know if you see any problems.

Deadline is in (expired on 2014-05-12 01:00:00)

With 11 alive, it is 6 to lynch.

Let me know if you see any problems.

Deadline is in (expired on 2014-05-12 01:00:00)

[6] SMP (sangres, Aegor, Antihero, Jake From State Farm, Kdub, Hello Kitty Creampuff)

With 11 alive, it is 6 to lynch.

Let me know if you see any problems.

A lynch has been reached. Flip incoming (Soonish)

~Meribia, Black Rose Street~

Unnoticed by bystanders going their business, a young girl of eleven years followed a tiny winged cat into one of the huts at the end of the street.

it had implored her, excitedly but in uncertain terms, and the girl had been so enchanted she did not think to ask how a cat could fly, much less talk while doing so.

Now, as it crossed the threshold into what her guest could not know was a perilous ruse, the "cat" relinquished its disguise as it waited for the girl, morphing into the form of a cloaked woman with short, blonde hair, who most knew only as Black Rose Street's newest fortune teller. But even this was yet another masquerade.

For no one knew that the mysterious and exotic Royce was an agent of the Vile Tribe, sent to not only infiltrate the Magic Guild but also to capture Althena's vessel. And the young girl accompanying her was simply the latest trial in that experiment.

After what finally registered as a moment too long, Royce frowned. The girl hadn't followed her into the hut after all. Wondering what had kept her, she resolved to stick her head out of the entryway when an acrid scent assaulted her, and a din began to erupt outside the tent. And as the scent grew stronger and became identifiable as smoke, Royce realized she'd finally been caught, the girl having been called off, a willing accomplice to those hoping to catch her in the act.

Although she couldn't hear the exact words, Royce was sure who she'd find outside: the distressed parents and guardians of the dozens of girls she'd helped abduct for the Vile Tribe, hoping to find the one imbued with Althena's spirit. They'd obviously suspected her for some time, but only now had they been able to procure hard evidence tying her disguise to her home and, therefore, her person. Whether or not they were attempting to kill her in the fire they'd just set or just force her out, Royce did not want to find out.

She grimaced. She could diffuse the situation now, giving herself up and telling the parents that the girls were being kept in a safe house until it could be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that none of them was the girl she seeked, after which they would be released. But that would still land her in prison indefinitely, and Royce knew that even this secular seaside town had its share of magic users, especially with the guild close by, who could keep her confined if they so chose.

No, there was nothing to be done but run - Royce had requisitioned a trap door installed in secret in the days since her moving in for this exact reason. Briskly moving to the back of the room, she threw it open and was rewarded with the cool and dank air of the sewer system, which for all its unpleasantness, was a fine alternative to the air here, which was quickly becoming a choking hazard.

Her meager fortune teller possessions, a front for her being in town and in no way indicative of her true power as a seer, were worthless. Her clothing could be replaced. Deciding she'd outstayed her welcome, Royce fled to the sewers, where she would hopefully find time to set up wards that would allow her to teleport to safety.

It is now Night 2. Night actions due in (expired on 2014-05-02 17:00:00)

I will be opening at 4 PM CDT (1 hour early) because the alternative would be at 10 PM (5 hours late).

~Meribia, Sewers~

It was a long half hour and four staircases before Ramus reached the water level of the sewer system. The smell had not gotten any better during the trip.

So that really was it -- just a river of what Ramus hoped was mostly water, but more importantly, very possibly a way into and out of town, if only one was willing to traverse it. And the more he thought about it, the more Ramus realized what a boon this truly was -- why, he could procure any good, arrange any service without the need for customs to know anything about it!

But was it worth the voluntary surrender of his scruples? What would his friends back in Burg think if Ramus were caught dabbling in illicit markets?

His sudden turmoil was so great that he failed to notice, either by sight or sound, the giant white dragon ascending from the surface of the water until what little light available to him was extinguished in shadow.

Startled, Ramus dropped the lantern and dove behind a nearby stone pillar.

“Not quite the reaction I was hoping for,” rumbled the giant reptile.

Ramus’ eyes bulged in their sockets. “Y-you…”

“Yes, yes, I am speaking to you, and in your native tongue at that. You do not seem to be the one I seek.”

Ramus somehow found the presence of mind to be taken aback at that, and he crossed his arms. “H-how do you know? You don’t even know who I am!”

“Are you the Dragonmaster?”

Ramus blinked. “Not that I know of.”

The dragon emitted what Ramus could only interpret as a long, tired sigh. “You will have to do,” it seemed to decide.

The shopkeeper was quickly becoming indignant at his apparent lack of worth. “Look, maybe you can just tell me what you need and I can see if I can help? I know a great deal of people.”

The dragon seemed to consider this, before it relented. “Very well. I apologize for my earlier rudeness; I am Quark, the White Dragon, and I have been tasked with the protection of the Vessel of Althena.”

“Althena, like the goddess? Althena?”

“The very same,” it (he?) confirmed, and Ramus had the feeling he was being laughed at. “I am to pass this diamond on to the one who will bear the title of Dragonmaster.”

The mention of ‘Dragonmaster’ struck a brief chord within Ramus, but was quickly overridden by the other thing he’d just heard. “Diamond? I know all about diamonds. Might I have a look?” Ramus asked, struggling to keep his voice even.

“This gem will impart no monetary value,” Quark admonished. “It is physically indistinguishable from a very flawed, off-color, run-of-the-mill stone. Yet in the hands of a Dragonmaster, it can provide unimaginable power in battle.”

Ramus scratched his chin for a moment, before nodding. “Okay.” He started; he was going to have to play this cool. Dragons, although known for their ferocity, were also fabled to be guardians of vast treasures. “Okay,” he said again. “I think I can help. Just help me narrow down the type of guy you’re looking for here, I can send out some feelers to my trade partners, and we can all keep our ears to the ground. Maybe we can find--”

“There won’t be any need for any of that,” came a new voice, utterly unlike the one emanating from the giant beast in front of Ramus. For not only had it come from behind him, but it was soft, pointed, and markedly female. He whirled around.

“Hello, boys,” greeted Royce, stepping closer to the startled shopkeeper, spear in hand and a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of her face. “I think I’ll save you all that trouble and just take that gem off your hands for you.”

Day 2 begins now.