Here are my conclusions:

Above Post = BS

You_Fool = traitor

Also, I don't remember anyone admitting they had a night role. I said Glad had a night role.

me cant wait for arsys post

unless its me killed X(

ahh Pannik is mob, he knows so much about what is happening!!!

He's workin on it right now I think - almost done

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A gentle snore made its way down the dark hallway as the traitor closed the door to the chambers as quietly as he opened it. He felt a cool breeze drifting in from the open window which made the silk drape hanging over it wave from side to side with a rhythmic motion. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw a wooden desk to his right with some papers on top, a double-doored wardrobe directly in front of him and a four poster bed to the left. Lying upon the bed, fast asleep, was his victim for tonight.

After receiving his orders moments earlier from the Sorcerer of Illusions, the traitor clutched the knife in his hand tightly as he tiptoed silently towards the bed. There was a slight rise and fall movement underneath the covers as the person lying underneath breathed soundly. The gentle snore was the only sound in the room and became a mesmerising sound effect as the traitor raised the knife and plunged it straight down into the heart area of his victim.

The scream which the traitor expected would follow his initially stabbing did not happen. His looked alarmed as he noticed his knife had plunged straight through the covers and into the bed. The body, which was lying there split seconds before, had disappeared.

"You won't be needing that" a voice said softly from behind him. The blade immediately shot from the traitor's hand and flew across the room, landing on the floor. It was like it had been strongly pulled by some invisible force. Startled by what just happened, the traitor started to make a quick getaway, running towards the door of the chambers. "Not so fast evil scum! You won't be getting away that easily!" and he was right. A shot of white light hit the traitor's legs and pieces of rope began to materialise out of thin air, tying itself tightly around his legs and arms. The traitor tripped and fell to the floor.

The Sorcerer of Light waved his hand and a number of candles fixed to the walls of the chamber ignited. Light filled the room and he took a step closer to examine who had attempted to kill him that night. "Now, who have we got here?" he said. As he bent down to take a look, the door to his room blew open with a loud bang and a ball of green light flew towards him so quickly he did not have time to react. The energy ball hit him with such force that he was flung to the other side of the chamber and hit the wall with a painful thud. He groaned as he looked up and saw a man striding towards him. The traitor who attacked him earlier seemed to be released from the ropes which tied him down and he ran to the side to get out of the way. The dark sorcerer put his hands together and another green ball of light formed, suspended in the air in front of him. "Seems if you want a job done, you have to do it youself" he bellowed as he pushed forwards and the ball of energy made its way towards the Sorcerer of Light.

The white mage was ready this time. He waved a hand and an white forcefield appeared in front of him which absorbed the force of the green ball when it hit. He pushed forwards also and the wall of light surged in front, hitting the Sorcerer of Ilusions with full force and made him tumble backwards. The white mage waved his hand again and ropes appeared once more to try and tie the sorcerer down, restricting his ability to perform anymore spells. This appeared successful as the sorcerer groaned whilst trying to writhe free. The Sorcerer of Light put his hands together and his own white energy ball appeared. "Anyone who tries to hurt the King of Gallad...." he started before keeling over in absolute pain.

The traitor pulled the knife out from the white mage's back and it had been stained with blood. Before the mage could defend himself, the dark sorcerer was already on his feet again and a lightning bolt of dark energy hit him with full force in the chest. The Sorcerer of Light hit the floor of his chambers with a thud.

The Sorcerer of Illusions stepped towards the body and looked down into Amok's eyes. The face which stared back at him looked somewhat familiar but he didn't know why. As the pupils of his eyes faded in colour along with his life, a faint white mist omitted from the body as if his magic essence was being removed. A split second later, the mage was dead and the mist faded out of the open window. The sorcerer looked towards his traitor and said "Good job. Let's go."

Meanwhile in some chambers in another corridor of the castle, the Sorcerer's Apprentice awoke suddenly from his slumber, sweating profusely.

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A naked figure ran down the hallways, completely panicked and constantly looking over his shoulder afraid his pursuer had caught up. He had tried to scream but there was no sound, what was happening to him?

He looked over his shoulder as a large black glowing ball was speeding towards him. Startled, he tripped and fell down as he tried to avoid the black ball. He quickly crawled around a corner, pulled himself up and started running again. After running for what seemed forever he finally arrived back at his own quarters and quickly shut the door behind himself and bolted it.

"You didn't think you could get away that easily do you?!" a deep voice sounded.

He quickly turned around and in the corner he saw a shrouded figure sitting in one of his comfy arm stools.

"Hhooow dddid you ggget here, wwwhat ddo yyyou wwant?" he muttered.

The shrouded figure stood up and smiled, raised his hand and it started glowing. Large threads of some kind of black magic spat out of his fingertips and floated towards the frightened figure. The black magic stopped and formed bounds around the hands and feet and pinned his victim to the wall.

He stepped back and stretched one of his hands towards the pinned back target. Small black bolts started to appear in the air and it was not long till a whole swarm of black needles floated in the air. He raised his other hand and pointed his finger at his target's head. He waved his hand and the needles launched themselves towards his victim, piercing every inch of his body.

"Goodbye Gladiator, next time hopefully I will find someone stronger than you, pitiful subject."

The sorcerer left the chambers and the black bonds around Gladiator's dead body dissolved into thin air just as easily as they had appeared.

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It is now the **** DAY **** phase.
All players have until 10:00 GMT on Tuesday to vote on who they want lynched.

Couple of reminders:
- Post your vote in this thread clearly
- You are allowed to change vote before the deadline, but post a new post, do not edit your old one
- If there is a draw by the deadline, voting will be extended.

yeah, I am upset that the SK chose glad, though I guess he did so after seeing my post, knowing that people could use my post as proof... really if you think I am SK then the doc should save me tomorrow night, or police investigate me and get me to help out...

however I am not SK so all that would be a waste of police/docs time, though I welcome police investigation if they want, i have nothing to hide...

(so that was my vote for ZoZ)

with any luck i get up before the deadline, so keep me posted inhere, folks

"Oh well on with the meaningless accusations..
A10 = mob, I vote A10... or at least until someone more mob like comes along..."

"A10 is where its at I tell you... and yes I have nothing to base that on, and no its not cause I am mob and trying to kill a townie, but because I feel like it...."

?

If anything, the SK is not smart, for not killing someone like Maarten, Arnor, me or Eltara It's not a vet neither, or arms would have had it.

Fool is making a lot of noise, but at this point that doesnt matter. I think I'll vote Eltara for now, he may look young and innocent, but an extremely recent wii-fitness test proved that he actually is 71 years old. What can we trust about him then??

A quick reminder to everyone as I haven't posted any rules on it yet....

If you miss 2 lynchings, you will be classed as inactive and replaced.

umm... yeah exactly!

Listen to me, I must be right.... I mean I am only basing it completly on randomness... well not quite, on the fact that someone defended someone else on being a mob, even though they were in fact right and that person was not a mob...

edit: don't get me wrong, vote A10, but do note that I have nothing to go on about this...