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  1. Cycle Three - Demonstrations As Shqueeves sat around the campfire, listening to people tell stories of home, and what they would do if they defeated the Deepness, someone, almost imperceptible, upended a tiny vial into Snip’s soup. “... and so, me and Jem, sopping wet from the river and looking like drowned rats, wearing nothing but a couple towels, had to walk through the entire town while the whole village watched on.” He chuckled. “Serves us right for what we tried to pull, I suppose.” There was some chuckling as the speaker finished off his speech. Shqueeves looked down at his soup, and slowly lifted up a spoonful. Something seems… different, about this. Shqueeves paused. I like it. At last, something I can actually eat. I’ll have to thank the chef afterwards. He finished up the soup, and slowly began to get up to thank the chef, before nearly collapsing. His vision seemed… strange, like his eyes weren’t focusing. It reminded Shqueeves of that time he’d snuck into the brewery and sampled some of the drinks there. Maybe that’s why the… why the soup tasted so nice. Snip thought idly. With a bit of help, he stood up. “Time to get back to your tent, I think.” someone said, gently trying to shoulder him and slowly drag him away from the campfire. “Wait…” Shqueeves said. “Wait.” Shqueeves paused. “My… my compliments to the chef.” And with that, Shqueeves keeled over into the dirt, and didn’t stand up again. There was a silence in the campfire. The chef glanced up “It was the same recipe as usual - I don’t know what that was about.” "Perhaps Dietrich did it!" someone shouted. "Yeah, Dietrich did it!" someone else picked up. The mob swarmed towards Dietrich. Meanwhile, in the shadows, a figure began to slip away. "Or what about Declan?" There was a pause. "What about Declan?" "He's been acting... strangely, don't you think?" "Yeah, but... we're all strange! Isn't he just figuring out when the storms are meant to arrive, or summat like that?" "That's not what I mean. When a few of us suggested bringing Fourth Letir out as a traitor, he seems a little too eager to join in, and split us right down the middle." "You know..." "Now that I think about it..." And, for the second night in a row, a party set out to find and eliminate the traitors. Declan stared at the paper. Something was very wrong. Something had been changed. The writing was unmarred, and the lettering in his perfect script. But it wasn’t his. At least, not how he remembered it, and they didn’t call him Declan, the Detailed for nothing. “Kwaan is right,” he whispered. “Alendi must be stopped.” There was one problem, though. Declan was no good at lying. His whole world was based in fact. Numbers didn’t lie - except when changed by forces he didn’t understand - and Declan like numbers best. The others - those who believed in Alendi - suspected him. He’d tried to act naturally, to blend in. But nothing he did ever worked. They didn’t believe his words, and any calculations he tried to show would just be changed by the power supporting Alendi. He heard a commotion outside his tent. They were finally coming for him. They’d finally had enough of his poorly crafted lies. Declan, the Detailed was now to be Declan, the Dead instead. We seem to have found two of the traitors in our midst now - with luck, that may mean the end of our troubles, but I fear that is not so. Even if all the traitors have been found (and it is my strong belief that there is at least one more), then we must still worry about the Deepness, who continues to pick at us, to gnaw at our numbers, to make us desperate. I think, perhaps, its goal is to make us take up the power at the Well, not release it. But I can not allow that. If I, Alendi, make it to the Well alive, then I will not give in to this being. And if I fall, then any of those who remain loyal to me would do the same. Today's events have brought much fear to the camp. But also, perhaps, it has brought something else, too. Where before we had hope in the success of our quest, now we have belief. Please go and upvote something of Elandera's for his Death write-up in the second last section. Shqueeves has died! They were a roleless Alendi Loyalist. Elandera was lynched! They were a roleless Rashek's Lackey. The next cycle will end at 6:00PM 13th February AEDT. Player List: Roadwalker - Honorable Dietrich DrakeItiah - De Itiah au PowerfulArk - SoahcShqueeves - {Delinquent without a name} - Roleless Alendi LoyalistFifth Scholar - DuilinDroughtbringer - Droughtbringer - Desperate Packman Alendi LoyalistXinoehp - Dedne - Roleless Alendi LoyalistElandara - Declan, the Detailed - Roleless Rashek's LackeyDevotary - DaediCadCom - Fourth Letir - Bronze Feruchemist/Desperate Packman Rashek's LackeyShaneRockes - Dave, the Terrible LiarSnipexe - Dr. SnipWalin - Nawl