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Re: IC Mafia 15: Take 2!!
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Eltara continued dusting the shelves, unaware the Sorcerer of Death was standing a few metres behind him hidden in the shadows of the bookcases. They were standing in the castle library where row upon row of wooden bookcases were lined containing the texts of every writer, traveller, prophet and clerk in the land. Giant portraits of the past kings and queens of Gallador hung proudly from the walls of the immense room. Gallant suits of armour surrounded the numerous reading desks placed in each corner. At the head of the room, suspended above the double doors, hung the sacred Sword of Gallador. Featuring heavily in children's tales across the land, that very sword was said to have slain 50 dragons when King Stefan IV fought to capture Gallador.
But Eltara had seen it all before. He had a love for the history of the great land in which he lived and that was the main reason why he took the job of looking after the Great Library. That was the reason why he was still there, at almost midnight, sweeping the dust from the covers of the books. Whilst he was engrossed in cleaning, he didn't notice the thick dictionary fly through the air and smack him across the head.
Eltara fell on the floor, knocked out by the blow which hit him and the Sorcerer of Death smiled as he pondered how he was going to kill his victim tonight. He was about to clasp his hands together when he heard the sound of chains rattling above him. He looked up just in time as the black wrought iron candle chandelier was falling directly above him. He quickly jumped out of the way and the chandelier smashed to the floor with a crash.
The Sorcerer of Death looked up and saw another figure standing in the room. He was also dressed in a long cloak but couldn't make out the exact features of who it was. "Who the hell are you?!" he bellowed as he got to his feet. He looked at his hand and it immediately set on fire and turned into a flame thrower of some sort.
"I'm your worst nightmare" the figure said back and laughed. The Sorcerer of Death flung his flaming hand forwards and a ball of flame erupted magically from his fingers, heading straight for the other person. This was too easy though as the other sorcerer quickly phased to his attacker's right. He himself generated a green ball of light from his own hands and flung it forwards, narrowly missing the Sorcerer of Death and crashed into a bookcase. Several books fell from their places onto the ground with a thud.
Another ball of fire made it's way forwards, but he was too slow again. This one hit another bookcase and set it alight. The other sorcerer then clasped his hands together and he appeared to clone himself fives times, with each identical clone standing around the Sorcerer of Death.
"WTF?!" he shouted as he began to throw balls of flame into every direction he could. The clones all started laughing in return as each ball went straight through them and hit a bookcase behind. Frustrated, the Sorcerer of Death span around suddenly and one more firey ball erupted from his hands. This time he hit the jackpot. His target keeled over in pain as the ball hit him square in the chest. His robes caught fire as he collapsed to the floor. The other clones disappeared into thin air.
"Hahaha!" the Sorcerer of Death laughed as he walked towards his target. A number of bookcases were burning violently around him, but he wanted to see the face of the person who dared to challenge him. As he approached, he noticed that the robes were burning brightly, but there was no one wearing them! It was another illusion!
Outraged, he turned around angrily with both of his hands acting as flamethrowers. However in his rage, he failed to see the Sword of Gallador flying from its holding place on the wall and headed straight for him. The sword flew towards him at speed and pierced his body at the heart. His hands unlit themselves and turned back into real skin. The fires around him which he had caused magically doused themselves and left behind steaming piles of ash and halfburnt books. He coughed violently as blood spewed from his open mouth.
The Sorcerer of Illusions phased out of thin air in front him as he collapsed. He took the edges of the Sorcerer of Death's hood and pulled it down, revealing Genesis' face. He looked him directly in the eyes as he died, thinking that there was something familiar in the face which stared back at him. But he couldn't place that it was his brother.
He left the body of the Sorcerer of Death on the ground and went to approach the unconscious body of Eltara lying on the floor beside the ashes of a number of books. As he walked he heard a number of shouts and commotion outside the door. Taking one glance at Eltara and one at the door, he clasped his hands together and phased out of the Great Library.
The sizzling of burning books was the only sound which was left as the king's knights burst into the room.
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It is now the **** DAY **** phase.
All castle residents have until 12:00 GMT on Wednesday to post who they want to lynch in the forum!
![[RPA] Eltara](https://imperialconflict.com/forum/img/avatars/1605.gif){kind=small}
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. There are a few people I am suspicious of but I'm happy just to watch them a bit more.
