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Runern Evo was many things, but he was not immortal. He ran from Death, but with each passing day, it came ever closer. The wolves circled, closing in on their prey, and he could only dodge their gnashing fangs for so long. On the first day, he was simply ignored. Other targets were more appealing, and the streets ran red with the blood of those randomly chosen to die by fate and the whim of the mob. On the second day, attention abruptly came his way with the advent of a message chain. With a knock at the door and a delivered letter, Death laid a skeletal hand on his shoulder. 'You are mine', Death whispered with a voice fainter than the wind. 'With this chain I end your life.' With a gilded tongue and a malleable mob, he managed to live for another moment. One more day. He always needed just one more day. Pretty words and connected friends saved him for the final time, and Death pulled out its scythe. He knew, in that moment, that it was over. The web of lies he’d depended on, the network of implications he’d fostered, all gone. Snapped with the death of the one who might be his misdirection. His only ally turned against him. The jig was up, the game was over. He finally saw his Death waiting for him, watching as he fumbled for excuses. Death’s cold, cruel laughter echoed in his mind as he finally accepted his inevitable demise. There was no escape. There was no reprieve. His last hopes dwindled down to nothing. This time, the knife struck true. No defense was offered. None was asked for. Death’s hand moved from his shoulder to his neck. As the mob surrounded him for the final time, Death tightened its grip on his throat. It hurt, for a moment, then faded. Everything faded. He was gone. * * * Connie bravely walked down Luthadel's dim streets, hooded head high, not slouching. She had kept her canton successfully hidden- which was probably a good thing, considering it had the potential to look incriminating- but anyone who thought that was wrong. Just because she didn't swell in offices sorting stacks of documents didn't mean she wasn't loyal to the true power of the Imperium. The other Obligators might be stuffy, but the Inquisitors were notoriously violent. She knew she had to appear confident and well-connected. So far, it had worked- the mob hadn't gone after her. Not that they had made overwhelmingly successful decisions- Runern, Connie felt, was a lucky find- but her own death wouldn't help anything. On the contrary, Connie was one of few who could stop another from taking action. The intimidation brought by her canton was useful. Connie rounded the corner, but came face to face with a monster. The Inquisitor before her laughed. "Your life be coming to an end here, Obligator." Connie narrowed her eyes. "That's is coming to an end, you mean. Grammar is important, even for an ugly brute like yourself." Then she turned and ran. She knew she couldn't fight the creature. She knew she probably couldn't escape. But if she was going to die, she might as well correct it first. The Inquisitor growled and took off behind her, steel-pushing on a nearby wall and leaping off the ground. The Inquisitor slammed into Connie from behind, and because of the dagger it had been holding she was killed instantly, just as Connie had figured. The Inquisitor rolled and landed in a crouch, then took off into the night like Death itself. Gears has been lynched! He was a Spiked Inquisitor! Condensation has been killed! She was an Obligator of the Canton of Inquisition! Vote Count: Gears (8): Quinn0928, Danex, Somebody from Sel, TJ Shade, Vapor, JesterLavorre, Ghanderflaffle, Sart Cycle Six has begun! The cycle will end in 48 hours on Wednesday, November 25th, at 1pm PST. PM's are still open! Please include myself, Lotus, and Devotary in any new PMs created. The lynch has a one vote minimum, with tied lynches resulting in a random decision between tied parties. Gears wrote his death RP! Go give him his deserved upvotes! Player List: