Post by Vaellin the Bard on Nov 1, 2022 22:08:19 GMT -6
"So, it was the Witch of Certainty who killed my maid? Very well."
The King of Nightmares turns to Satoko. No, he turns to Lady Lambdadelta. Pulling back his cloak you all realize you must still be under the effects of whatever transformed you last night as there is but a skull floating above... nothing. A body made of deep blue flames or energy seems to swirl around endlessly, holding a scythe. He holds the scythe up and without hesitation slices through the accused. Her body erupts in the same blue flames and she seems to vanish instantly, but in reality her body is brought elsewhere.
"Now begone. I must prepare for next year."
The King of Nightmares turns to Satoko. No, he turns to Lady Lambdadelta. Pulling back his cloak you all realize you must still be under the effects of whatever transformed you last night as there is but a skull floating above... nothing. A body made of deep blue flames or energy seems to swirl around endlessly, holding a scythe. He holds the scythe up and without hesitation slices through the accused. Her body erupts in the same blue flames and she seems to vanish instantly, but in reality her body is brought elsewhere.
{Execution}
Certain Death. Lady Lamdadelta appears before two paths, both seemingly the same. "Ah, this is easy," she claimed, instantly going down the right side. She's certain this is the right path.
Next the path is split in three. No worries, it's clearly the center path she realizes! She hurries down that path.
Next is four paths. Second from the left! Five paths? Center again.
Again. Again. again. She keeps walking down a tunnel, finding more splits and more options. Eighty, ninety... She's not sure how long it's been there at this point. Hours, days, weeks... then finally she hits... oh she's not sure how many are there. She's lost count after a hundred. So many that from the entrance it just looks like a single path. Except... as she approaches each, weakened by the long trek she sees skulls above each path. Death. Each way. All ways.
Certain death. In the end, she never picks a path, fated to die in the center.
Certain Death. Lady Lamdadelta appears before two paths, both seemingly the same. "Ah, this is easy," she claimed, instantly going down the right side. She's certain this is the right path.
Next the path is split in three. No worries, it's clearly the center path she realizes! She hurries down that path.
Next is four paths. Second from the left! Five paths? Center again.
Again. Again. again. She keeps walking down a tunnel, finding more splits and more options. Eighty, ninety... She's not sure how long it's been there at this point. Hours, days, weeks... then finally she hits... oh she's not sure how many are there. She's lost count after a hundred. So many that from the entrance it just looks like a single path. Except... as she approaches each, weakened by the long trek she sees skulls above each path. Death. Each way. All ways.
Certain death. In the end, she never picks a path, fated to die in the center.
"Now begone. I must prepare for next year."
{And Lady Lambdadelta, The Witch of Certainty was...}
And Lady Lambdadelta, The Witch of Certainty was... Guilty.
And Lady Lambdadelta, The Witch of Certainty was... Guilty.
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