As much as the past few nights took their toll on the people of Whiterun, their emotional toll had come harder on the Gray-Manes.  The Gray-Manes had lost family over the days just as any other house in Whiterun, both in retaliation for their uprising and at the hands of Babette.  Moreover, the tide seemed as if it was turning against the Gray-Manes as their numbers began to quickly dwindle.

Still... they knew they mustn't give up.  Too many lives had been lost on both hands.  The Gray-Manes knew they could never attempt to return to a life of normalcy.  Even if they were to surrender right now, the people of Whiterun would probably kill them... like they did so many other Gray-Manes.

That night, Eorlund Gray-Mane took his turn to complete their killing.  The steward Proventius Avenicci had become more of a rabble-rouser than ever recently, and had gained favor among the populous, despite being an Imperial.  Eorlund knew that, should Proventius gain sufficient favor, their position would be worse than ever.  Thus, even if the Gray-Manes were to fall when this was over... Proventius would need to follow suit.

Proventius, a.k.a. Torqez, left himself unguarded that night.  Normally hidden in the well-guarded Dragonsreach, he took that night to stay with his daughter, who lived in the back of her store, well beyond reach of the Whiterun patrols.

Eorlund snuck into the store without problem.  Standing over a sleeping Proventius, Eorlund drew his sword.  Proventius continued to sleep, unawakened by the sound of the blade.  He only awoke as Eorlund's blade was thrust into his torso, giving Proventius enough time to see his assailant, then pass away.

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It is now DAY phase.  Players have until 2:00 GMT to vote!

As night became day in Whiterun, the town's normal commerce and activities were at a standstill.  Whiterun had suffered so much death by this time, and although the town had made great strides in catching many of the conspirators, the killings seemed relentless.  In comparison to the unending death which plagued Whiterun, normal market trading seemed meaningless.  Most of the townspeople spent their day at home, either quietly mourning the loss of their friends or relatives or comforting those who had lost people close to them.  By this time, the devastation which stretched throughout Whiterun had reached most every home.  However, vengeance was not off the table this day.  The Whiterun rumormills continued within homes, as families discussed possible suspects amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, xara, a.k.a. Babette, was quietly touring the town.  No guards... no stores... Whiterun was a ghost town, in the middle of the day.  However, Babette had little place else to be, knowing nobody in Whiterun.  Moreover, with very few people alone in their homes, this was no time to continue her killing spree.  Unable to hide in the shadows of market crowds or empty homes that night, Babette had little choice but to wait the day out alone, outside in the sun...

As the day began reach its end, a pair of guards began preparation for the following night shift.  When they left their homes, the two guards saw Babette.  These guards had seen Babette before.  However, Babette was... different... this time.  As Babette spent that day outside, symptoms of her life-long condition began to show.  Her eyes radiated with a yellow glow.  Her skin had become discolored and pale... and began to burn, despite the cold weather at the time.

The guards knew they were looking for a vampire within the town from the signs of prior deaths.  Although none had ever seen a vampire up close, they knew vampires suffered greatly in the sun.  The signs were obvious.  There was little time for hesitation.

A guard shouted "VAMPIRE!"  In seconds, the townspeople immediately left their homes and ran outside, swords and axes in hand.  Babette tried to flee, but the angry town descended on her almost instantly.  From that moment, Babette was at the town's mercy.  Guards were not even able to organize an execution as the angry townspeople stabbed and cut Babette within the mob.    Within minutes, what was once Babette was reduced to dozens of barely recognizable body parts.

The townspeople celebrated as they burned the body.  The death of the vampire that had killed so many people.  Gray-Mane and Battle-Born alike... had lost family members at the hands of the vampire, without ever knowing the justification for the murders.  Although the conflict in Whiterun would not end, the vampire's death brought some peace to the city.

The Gray-Manes quietly breathed a sigh of relief.  Over the past days, they had wondered amongst themselves if, with the infiltration of their town by a vampire, their plot against the Jarl may destroy the town.  As much as the Gray-Manes hated the Battle-Born clan and the Empire, Whiterun was their home.  The thought that a third party could use their war to destroy the city quietly pained the Gray-Manes in the early conflict.  This was one matter on which the Gray-Manes and Battle-Born felt some comraderie.  Now, with the vampire dead, they had some reassurance of Whtierun's future.  Whether Gray-Mane or Battle-Born were victorious, they knew at least... Whiterun would survive.

Xara, the Dark Brotherhood Associate, is no more.

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It is now NIGHT phase.  Night roles have until 14:00 GMT to message their activities to HydroP and Zarf BeebleBrix ingame.

No rule violation accusations in forums.  Such reports should be made in IRC in chat with a moderator.

Closed.

Official vote, btw:

KT 4-Poley, SSL, Torqez, Wendy
Walking Corpse 3-xara, The_Unknown, Ramza
nerde 1-KT
Undeath 1-nerde

Ramza 3-SSL, Torqez, Wendy
Walking Corpse 3-xara, The_Unknown, Ramza
nerde 1-KT
KT 1-Poley
Undeath 1-nerde

> Arbolio3 wrote:

> What is "winning" Pie?

Family with the most planets, who had to farm their way to the top? Or a fam that finished 7th in size, but always war bigger fams and fought hard and had a fun round. "Winning" is accomplishing ones own goals, whatever they may be.

This is a sport, not an art class, Arby! 

Wait... why is a healer in Skyrim using an IV?  Silly HydroP! 

I just want to remind everyone again... players who aren't in the game are prohibited from discussing game activities with players.  X(

Time up!  Story to come.

Voting doesn't start til day phase!

night*

Oh, and slight edit: Roles distributed at 1 AM GMT.

Except Xavier.  He can't use the name Xavier.