As every evening, the Masters of the Guild have retreated to the Chapel. This time, like the previous night, they will Oracle. They have to find the Traitors.
"And on the second day,
the proving has started.
The plague of blindness will strike.
For many things will happen,
but you will not see them.
The plague of deafness will strike.
For THE ONE will speak to you,
but you will not listen.
The plague of madness will strike.
For everything has changed,
but you will not think."
Today, strange things happened. The Augur stood up - or was it a False Prophet? One sent by Vend-Ahan to increase the confusion? No one seems knows for sure. The Crafters rely on the powers gifted by the Overlord to see the world around them. These powers give them sensory information not available to normal humans. It makes them able to see the slightest movement in the slightest light, to sense an arrow flying to them mere moments after it is fired, to read the intentions of others. But with the influence of Vend-Ahan increasing, their senses are failing. And without these powers, they are less than human beings. The world around them crumbles away, becomes invisible, inaudible, non-existant. Only with utmost concentration they are able to do what others would find normal.
And amidst all the chaos, they have to find the Traitors. But they can still trust their Oracling. They have to. So they do. The Headmaster speaks.
"Today, on the second day, we will not be blinded. It is clear what Vend-Ahan tries to do. He tries to set us up against one another, he creates False Prophets. We will not be deafened. We will listen to what he tells us the next two hours. We will not become mad. We will think about what is happening, and take action as we should. Now, join me in praise."
After the chanting, after the meditation, the Oracling. Once again, one by one, names are shouted.
Gemini and Pete remain silent.
They wait. They know that after eleven times eleven seconds the One will strike. He did so yesterday. He will do so today.
Two minutes pass. Another two minutes pass. Nothing happens. Then, the Headmaster shouts.
"TRAITOR! You are protected by Vend-Ahan! You must be! Crafters! Grab him! Get his blasphemous Flame out of this Chapel, and make sure it never burns again." Even before the Headmaster has finished, they are all attacking E_net4. A few moments later, the only thing that is left of E_net4 is some blood - on the Chapel floor, on the clothes of the Crafters, on their hands and around their mouths.
And all that time, they haven't heard the slightest word from the One. His grip on the events is loosening. Today, he has lost another of his most loyal Followers, the one with the Inspective powers, the Augur, the Prophet. But it almost seems as if He has lost all of his remaining Followers - they just cannot hear his Advice anymore.
E_net4 was the Augur, if it isn't clear.
The game is not over yet, guys, not at all. There is the Angel, there is a Cupid bound, there is a Crazy War Veteran. All elements possibly in favor of the Villagers. Let's just play this till the end.
Dawn is Monday around noon. Wolves, Angel, send in your targets.