Graendal lounged in her overstuffed velvet chair hanging high above the violet dome. She sipped her wine and smoothed the skirts of her barely opaque streith gown, looking forward to seeing the fruition of her carefully laid plans. The Dreamspike Moridin had given her was working perfectly. Her breath caught as she saw the first body fall limp to the ground. After the second collapse, she licked her lips in anticipation. But no one else died. Furious, she stood and threw her goblet to the non-existent floor. It vanished as she paid it no more mind. Her gown had changed from a shimmering rose color to the roiling black of threatening thunderclouds. Thwarted? By primitives such as these! She felt fear approaching, the doom of facing the Dark Lord's displeasure. But she pushed it aside. She was Graendal, she always had another plan.
Datswan and Awaclus are dead.
Day 2 Start
Vote Count 2.0
Not voting (9): Galzria, Joseph2303, pingpongsam, Robz888, schadd, Space Anemone, The_Wine_Merchant, theorel, Witherweaver
With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch. Day ends Tuesday, March 27th at 5:00 p.m.
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