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Reading, forced again to stalk the streets at night, glanced side to side, very worried. He before had thought himself only at risk of an Inquisitorial attack, but now the mob was after him. He couldn't fathom why. He had already been attacked! In what world was he an Inquisitor? "This one, apparently" He said aloud. Curse this place to the ends of the earth! While he loved the work he did in the Ministry, the ashfalls and suspicion was too much. He still didn't want to die, though. He rounded the corner, approaching his apartment. but standing in front of the building was a group of figures, hooded and menacing. Several sported knives. "There he is!" Cried one of them. The group surged forward as one. Reading twisted vigorously and sprinted back the way he had come, not thinking about hornets, or legos, or anything but getting out of there. But he didn't pay attention enough, and ran straight into a dead end. "Please." He stammered to the group, making a last-ditch attempt at survival. "I'm on your side. I'm not even the Lord Ruler! Please!" The figure up front reared back their foot and kicked Reading in the ribs. "We don't care if you really are. Your death will provide insight on the others. If you're truly loyal, you'd want to help us purge the Inquisitor's grasp from the Imperium. Your death does this." Reading closed his eyes. So that was what he was. A sacrifice for the 'greater good.' The knife fell expertly and quickly. A final mercy, perhaps, letting Reading exit life painlessly. * * * Faleast wasn't exactly welcomed home with open arms. Scadrial was a complicated planet. When he'd been alive - the normal way - it had been over 300 years after the streets under his feet had been made. AraRaash knew the city of Luthadel well, of course, but it was as alien as Braize to him. So he got lost. Mentally and physically. There wasn't any sense in the proceedings of the day, and these strange alleyways were not the kind he was used to. It was almost like - A coin shot through his chest. He whirled, dropping to the ground to see the Inquisitor standing over him. 'How'd he get here so fast?' Whatever. He hadn't found any Mistings anyway. Faleast stopped tapping Gold, letting the internal wound seal while blood flowed. And then AraRaash's consiousness stirred. 'Faleast, you can't die here, not when the Inquisitor has' - As if on cue, the spiked overlord took a doubletake, looking at something he couldn't see. Then the figure reached an arm out. And a twisted spike shot out of Faleast's chest. 'Well', Faleast thought as his Shadow was ripped away from the kandra's body. 'This does complicate things'. Shard of Reading was lynched! He was an Obligator! Ashbringer has been killed! He was an Obligator! Vote Count: Shard of Reading (4): Quinn0928, Ashbringer, Gears, Condensation Channelknight Fadran (3): Danex, Shard of Reading, Kings_way Danex (2): Sart, Ventyl, Channelknight Fadran Gears (2): TJ Shade, Whysper Quinn0928 (1): Ghanderflaffle Cycle Four has begun! It will end in 48 hours, on Saturday, November 21, at 1pm PST. PMs are still open. Group PMs are disallowed. Please include Lotus, Devotary, and I in any PMs created. Ash wrote his own death RP! Go upvote his efforts The lynch has a one vote minimum. Tied lynches will result in a decision by RNG. Player List: