Event - The Writing's On The Wall/Night 6
As the men enter the Church, they are slightly disturbed to find that it has been defiled with graffiti of all sorts, which appears to be scrawled entirely in blood. They read the messages and think on them throughout the day, waiting for nightfall, to see if they were unlucky enough to be housed with a wolf.
"I am the Seer and I know that these people are innocents: Mr. Bigglesworth, Niferbelle, James Moriarty, Remiel, Sasha, Sarena, ThatRPGuy and Valerian. The rest of you should all be very very worried!"
"I know what you are. You trust me, but I know."
"I just want somebody to take care of me. I'm afraid to die."
"Farewell, my friends, for I fear I will not survive much longer. Godspeed."
"Remiel is an odd sort...seemingly enjoying the burying of the dead a task he seems to do while looking down on the rest of the villagers. With that crazed look in his eyes and sheen of sweat covering his backside an enjoyment of evil that send chills down your spine. A chill that makes one lick their lips as it is so intoxicating to watch. Maybe a cold shower might be needed if he keeps it up. "
"I suspect that Valerian is the Seer."
The women find a similarly gruesome scene in the long abandoned Inn.
"Mithlomwen turned [you]!"
"These fangs have a taste for the seer."
"You may have killed the rest of my friends, but you haven't found me, have you? Eleven of you will fall asleep; only ten will awaken. One by one your friends will fall around you. Sleep tight… Try to fantasize about a life that doesn’t so closely resemble Hell. "
"I fear there is yet one among us who cannot be trusted -- even now."
“The Dread Pirate Roberts never takes prisoners. I can't afford to make exceptions. I mean once word leaks out that a pirate has gone soft, people begin to disobey you and it's nothing but work, work, work all the time.”
These messages left much to be contemplated. Are they true? Are they false? Who wrote them here? Who's blood is it? It wasn't as if they had anything else to do. Day came and went and the flood continued, it seemed the groups had no choice but to spend the night together on higher ground and hope that all would turn out well. It was a thought, that perhaps two would die this night, if there was a werewolf in each of their safehouses. Only time would tell.
There are still one or two phrases I haven't received. If you were alive when I made the request, feel free to PM me and I will add your message.