Dawn of the Final Day
Valendale slammed the door shut, and threw his wooden bed in front of it. He didn’t have much time. The room was hidden in shadows, it was so terribly dark. He rushed around the room, lighting every lightstone he could. Soon the room was bathed in light, and no shadow lasted anywhere in the entire room. Valendale’s hands were shaking, his body was tense, and he could never be prepared for what was to come. He clumsily opened up a small chest, and he dumped all of its contents on the floor.
There was a small twig, some glass bottles, and a bunch of heatstones. Valendale grabbed one of the heatstones, and unsteadily burned into the wall words that would define this final day. His final day. He scribbled furiously, sweat dripping heavily off of his biological parts as he charred the wood into the scariest thing he had every done.
Outside the wind began to pick up, and Lloyd and iBrow began to fear the consequences. They couldn’t wait until the afternoon; they had to eliminate Valendale now. They gathered their fellow villagers, Lhikevikk, Norik Astartes, and Sukapony, to march on Valendale’s house. They passed by the Chattering Corpse Heap, they passed the central platform, and they arrived at the Tower of Valendale.
The wind was at hurricane speeds already, and it showed no signs of stopping. They looked upon the menacing tower, and they began to question why they didn’t do this earlier. After all, his tower had a skull on the door. That just screams Traitor.
Then, to make matters worse, it began to rain. Within seconds every one of the villagers was drenched, and they couldn’t get in the door. It was shut fast, and the weather was getting even more unnaturally violent. Their feet began to slip on the slick wood, and by no effort could they get in. They were stuck.
Valendale took his stairs two at a time, rushing to the top of his tower. They would be stuck at the door for long enough for him to finish his spell, but just in case they did make it in before he was ready there was a special something for them waiting inside the door. He broke open the door, and stepped out into a maelstrom. He realized that the heatstone wouldn’t work on this drenched wood. So he grabbed the twig, and began to burn into the wood the final words with a purple energy. His cloak was soaked, no more than a sponge at this point, but he kept on writing.
The villagers were at a loss, as every one of their attempts to get in failed. Then, it began to snow as well, rising higher and higher before they could do anything. Then, Lhikevikk looked up, and he saw their salvation.
A Giant Space Butterfly was descending, carrying a Spirit of most Masterful means on its back. The Spirit collapsed the doors with his mind, allowing the villagers in. Lhikevikk shouted a thank-you, as the duo flew back up into the storm. They had somewhere to be.
Lloyd ran in first, looking around for the Traitor. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t see the circle engraved in the floor. He dropped to the floor like a puppet whose strings were just cut, as the rest of the villagers ran in. It was some sort of enchantment circle, and it appeared to have killed Lloyd instantly. Sukapony ran to his side, and yanked the Mask of Life from the medic’s bag. He shoved it on, and it glowed brightly as Lloyd got up unsteadily to his feet. Sukapony threw the mask back into the bag, and they ran to the top of the tower.
Valendale stood on the spire of wood he had created, and looked down on the powerless villagers below him. “Fools!” he screamed down at them, “you have no idea the amount of power you are dealing with!”
Norik retorted back through the maelstrom, “You have nothing, nothing to fight for, nothing to live for! Let us finish you and your kind’s reign of terror!” Valendale responded with a scream of primal rage, and all the clouds in the sky began to surround him. Lightning shoot out of the masses of clouds like it was angry, and within seconds one well aimed bolt struck Norik.
He fell to the ground, and iBrow and Lloyd ran to his side. Lloyd grabbed his wrist, and then shook his head. The Mask had already been used this day, and normal medical treatments couldn’t cure death. “Hasn’t there been enough bloodshed?” iBrow then yelled up to the incredible monster above them, when they all noticed something. There was no longer just one being in the cloud, they could see the faint silhouettes of a multitude of beings.
There was an almighty crash, and a blinding flash of light. The cloud was no more, and there was no one on top of the pillar. They wouldn’t ever know what happened that day, but they knew this; the traitors wouldn’t be back in Le-Koro ever again. Peace had been restored.
And then Negative became a condiment.
Villager smote, Traitor Mysterified, and Game Over.
Thanks again to everyone who played, and keep a lookout for the next game. iBrow(Gavroche) should have it up soon, and I call spot 11. =P
I will also put a link to the epic in the MAFIA III’s topic once it gets posted. Remember to send me some communication things, and if everyone wanted to tell me kinda what their character would be like that would be awesome! Just shoot me a PM or drop it on my status board thing (what do you even call that?). Thanks again for this great game, and see y’all in the next one! =D