All of your companions have looked uneasy and thoughtful today, and you suspect your visage has been similarly pensive. You're so close. You've come so far, and yet each day seems to end 3 steps back from where it started.
Vedith has had enough. "This is it for me. I could go further, but my heart isn't in it, and who knows if I would be a hindrance on the rest of this...journey. He pulls a card from his pocket and lets it slip from his fingers, before turning back and walking up the spiraling path to the surface, where twilight now reigns.
Your eyes follow him until he disappears over the lip of the well.
Then, and only then you look down on the leaf-strewn wooden bench where his card fell.
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A tall, saturnine man sits upon a severe looking throne. Above his head is a pentacle worked into a gear. On the armrests are symbols that look like flasks and beakers. His clothing is formal, but simple: a nearly unadorned uniform of some sort. A monacle emphasizes one eye, and a pair of goggles pushed up above his forehead almost takes the form of a crown.
He is The Emperor. Unlike the Empress, this man represents strictly political and worldly associations. He generates straight lines and grids, and above all constancy. He creates order and stability, and ideally peace, giving others the stability to look beyond daily necessities and pursue other interests and passions.
You can't help but feel that the loss of one bearing this card will be difficult to measure.
Your host speaks up for the first time in what seems like hours. "We won't go back tonight. Once this journey begins, it cannot be interrupted. A wooden chest is almost invisible in the recessed hollow in the well's wall until she carefully lifts its heavy lid. She reaches into the chest and pulls out...blankets.
"We should be warm enough".
You take a couple blankets and spread them on the slanted floor. After so many days of impatience to arrive in this place, you think fondly of the bed in the high room where you will not be spending the night.
The Flip
Spoiler:
Zedith was a
Town 1-Shot Governor
Amid the pressure of great events, a general principle gives no help.
You wake up cold and creaky feeling. Mist from above swirls around the well, dim sunlight filtering through and illuminating mist into ethereal silver filigree. The realization there will be no coffee or tea or warm breakfast today dawns as you look around at your companions.
All your companions.
Everyone is still here?
You can't see the top of the wooden chest from the ground, so you scramble up out of the blankets and peer down. The Emperor, enthroned on his leaf-bed in lonely splendor, gazes calmly back at you.
No one died last night!
Amid the pressure of great events, a general principle gives no help.
Don't understand why scum is trying to draw this out. And yeah this is an obvious no lynch unless AJ or someone has something to share. i guess waiting for Nacho to speak about his latest thoughts is okay, but he can just do that tomorrow.
fluff if you're scum you can just kill AJ and Kami will vote me.
AJ if you're scum you can kill Fluff and Kami will vote me
Kami if you're scum, you can just kill Fluff and AJ will vote me
this game doesn't need this much drawing out, go ahead whichever one of you it is, and earn your win (or loss) or whatever
don't need to play chicken and no kill in hopes town will cave in and lynch in 4P MYLO
We of the Collective are of one mind.
There is no Bert. There is no Gaiden.
There is only Us