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It had been getting much colder lately, but this night in particular had started off as an especially cold one. It was not strange that many residents had brought out extra blankets and clothing from their winter stores, some even gathered extra logs for the fire to get a good, warm night's rest.
But not everyone was trying to sleep, three figures were sneaking down one of the corridors of the castle. Walking on the top of their toes they tried be as silent as possible. Arriving at the chambers of their target, one of the traitors picked the lock and opened the door.
A gush of wind rushed into their faces as they entered the room. Both windows were wide open and the bed was completely empty.
Traitor 2: "What is this for trickery? Where is he?"
Traitor 1: "He can't have left long ago - his bed is still warm."
Traitor 2: "Check the room guys!"
The other traitor entered the room and joined his friends as they started to look for their victim. Alarmed by several loud thuds, the traitors jumped up and looked around in the room and noticed that both the door and the windows had slammed shut. Two of the traitors tried to open the door, but it would not open.
Traitor 3: "Uhh guys, is it me or are the walls moving?"
The traitors started to panic as indeed the walls started to close in on them. Two of the traitors tried to push the walls back as the other one attempted to get through the door. But whatever he tried, the door would not go open.
Traitor 2: "It can't end like this."
The traitor sank to his knees as his claustrophobia got the better of him and started to weep softly. The walls were drawing closer and closer and it was not long until they would be totally crushed. The other traitors were about to give up as the door suddenly opened and a figure stood in the opening.
Traitor 4: "I knew I heard something, you guys were weeping weren't you?"
The traitor laughed loudly as he helped them up.
Traitor 3: "Thank the gods we seduced you."
Just after the traitor finished his sentence the final traitor got blasted through the doorpost against the bed breaking several of the wooden boards.
A man with hands glowing as white as snow entered the room and stared at the three other mobsters who were backing up slowly. The sorcerer slowly raised his hands and large white beams thrusted out of his hands hitting two of the mobsters in the chest causing them to be thrown back. He then phased directly behind the remaining traitor and firmly punched him the back with a flat hand which fired the traitor threw the door. He quickly turned around as the other traitors started to come at him again. He responded by phasing through the room, jumping from spot to spot, appearing only a short moment to hit one of the traitors before phasing out again.
The sorcerer phased out once more, but when he phased back, one of the traitors had reached the remaining lit chandelier and swiftly crushed it. The room was covered in complete darkness and before the sorcerer could light up the room he got jumped from behind. He tried to phase away, but the traitor got phased with him. And with this extra weight he could not phase further then the door and the moment he was visible again, two other traitors jumped on top of him holding him down.
The final traitor walked up towards the sorcerer holding a large knife. "Your time of protecting this castle is over." He said as he leaped towards the sorcerer and slammed the knife hard into his heart. The Sorcerer of Light howled in pain as he felt the magical essence slowly lift from his body at the same time as his life faded away. A moment later and all that was left was the lifeless body of Gratitude.
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It is now **** DAY **** again!
All remaining castle citizens have until 12:00 GMT on Monday to post their lynch votes in the forum!
