Night 1
Darth_Katie

As you prepare your bed, you mutter an incantation and throw your divine powder on yourself. When you wake up the next morning fully rested and ready for the day, you find yourself far away from where you laid down, and your tent a mess. You must’ve rolled around a lot during the night.


Fox and Ravens

You wake up in the dead of night, and quest out to visit the Oracle at Delphi. Reaching the Oracle, you ask it the question you are allowed, “Is Fanatic-Templar a traitor to Olympus?”

The Oracle replies with one single word.

“No.”

You return to your bed, satisfied with your answer.


Isaac
As the night darkens, you leave your tent and son, and go to Scott Blademaster’s tent. You go into his tent, certain the darkness will keep your identity hidden. Reaching down, you grab him from his blankets and wake him with a yell.

“You there! As king of the Achaeans, I command you to stay in this tent for the night! I swear by Hera that if you do not, your prizes and women shall be mine!” With that, you throw him down onto the ground and walk out, satisfied that your work is done.



Scott Blademaster

You go to bed, curling up in your blankets quite comfortably, satisfied that your writings are coming along well. At some time in the night, you are awakened by a man grabbing you at yelling at you to stay put.

You don’t know what passed, but you are too afraid to leave your tent, and spent the rest of the night cowering underneath your blankets.



Stephen

Ha, killing! Not quite the job for the great and wise Socrates, but you take it upon yourself nonetheless. After some talking, you manage to convince Orestes to lend you a knife. In the dead of night, you creep about the camp, quickly finding the tent of Yunalesca. You silently enter her tent, seeing her small body breathing slowly and regularly.

Deep breath.

Killing. What an odd thing, for a man of thought. Your raise the blade. Never done this before. Your mind begins to set on the act you’re performing, but you push it aside. The blade swings down, and you see Yunalesca’s eyes open wide, before the light ultimately fades.

There. It’s done.

You return to your tent, trying not to think on what you’ve done.



Yunalesca
You enter your tent, and make your bed, ready for a full night’s sleep.

You never wake up.

You’re dead, sorry. Enjoy your stay with Hades!



Beetnemesis

The Cyclops, Polyphemus, has grown bored. You figure a stroll throughout the camp will be best. You walk over in the direction of Darth_Katie’s tent, for no particular reason.

Uh oh. You stepped in something. Ugh. You wipe Darth_Katie off your foot and go back to your tent. Walks are not for you.



Night 2
Fox and Ravens

Another night, another investigation. Once more you must consult the Oracle. As you head out of your tent, however, someone else walks in, and starts talking.

“Now, I am the first to admit, I am not truly so wise, nor so strong. However, it is not true that the wisest or strongest need be the one to carry out all tasks. There are tools to make all jobs easier, aren’t there? Books can help the dumb get smarter, can’t they? And just like that, while I am not too strong in my own right, knifes making killing that much easier.” Before you realize what happened, there’s a knife in your gut.

Heh. You’re dead. Sorry.



Stephen

So it seems another man must die. Very well. You do not have the patience to talk a man to death tonight, so you bring a knife, to make the job easier.

Entering Fox and Ravens’ tent, you open with a short speech.

“Now, I am the first to admit, I am not truly so wise, nor so strong. However, it is not true that the wisest or strongest need be the one to carry out all tasks. There are tools to make all jobs easier, aren’t there? Books can help the dumb get smarter, can’t they? And just like that, while I am not too strong in my own right, knifes making killing that much easier.”

Feeling that you have sufficiently led up to your final point, you insert said point into Fox and Raven’s stomach, and then twisting it, just to be sure. You check his pulse, and note that he is suitably dead. You return to your tent, a job well done.



Isaac

You head out to Darth_Katie’s tent with a new strategy, figuring that this woman is too strong to be scared into inaction.

You sneak into her tent and sneak up behind her, putting an arm around her neck and squeezing tight. As her breathing slows, you let her fall. She is safely out for the night.

...

Sometime in the night, you are awoken with a start. A hand, reaching down from the sky! The gods have discovered you, and are having their revenge! You fight to escape, but there is no hope, as the hand squeezes more tightly, and you feel the life fade from you.

You died. Sucks, don’t it. Sorry.



Darth_Katie

Tonight, we protect Fox and Ravens. You prepare your black magicks to bring him from a possible death, but before you finish, someone grabs you from behind. You fight to escape, but you can’t get out your incantations with your windpipe shut. As the light fades from your vision, you regret that you did not manage to assist the gods well enough.

You wake up the next morning with a pain in your neck, but otherwise shocked to see you are okay.



Beetnemesis

Hrm. Tonight, Isaac will die. You walk over to his tent and reach in and grab him. You make it short and simple, squeezing him tight, watching the juices and life flow out of him.

You drop Isaac into his tent and go back to sleep.



Ranagrande

You wake up, and look over to wake your father for the new day. Wait.. what? He’s dead? SOMEONE KILLED YOUR FATHER?!?

They. Will. Die.

You now have one free night kill to use, to avenge your father.



Night 3
Darth_Katie

As the sun falls, you prepare your spells. When the sun is just on the horizon, you whisper the incantations, and watch as a light shoots up, falling down onto Fanatic-Templar’s tent. He should be safe for the Night.

You tuck yourself into bed for the night. As you drift off to sleep, you hear a strong wind blowing above you. You look up to see a giant fist falling through the roof.

You’ve died. Sucks.



Ranagrande

Your father… slain. That will NOT be tolerated! Blood hot with rage, you charge out into the Olympian encampment, blood on your mind.

You come up to Fanatic-Templar’s tent. He must be the one who killed Agamemnon. You cut open the side of his tent, finding him sleeping. Rage consumes you. You swing with a vicious might, cleaving his head in twain. The job is done.


Beetnemesis
Hrmm. Darth_Katie is a witch! She must die!

There is her tent! You swing your fist down, and Darth_Katie is no more.

I totally could've done the whole Monty Python thing, but... I just wasn't feeling it
Night 4
Beetnemesis

As you return to your tent, your stomach begins to growl. It seems it is time to sup. Gher seems like the best choice; you’ve seen him every day, plump, but not fat, muscled, but not overly so. He will make a great dinner.

You put on your bib and head over to his tent. Figuring you’ll make his end quick, you grab him by the body and quickly bite off his head. Mmm…. On second thought, you should savor this. You take him back to your tent, ready to have some fine dining. It’s gonna be a good night.



Ranagrande

You take your bow out, ready to kill beetnemesis; feeling too lazy to leave the tent tonight. You fire an arrow down at his tent. You hear a thunk and a gasping, and go to sleep, a job well done.


Gher

You go to your tent to sleep, but Sleep does not even have time to take you under his wing. A hand reaches into your tent, puling you to a giant mouth, and that is the last thing you see.

You’re dead. Sorry.



Night 5

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