I was in the middle of doing this last night when my internet wound down and gave up. Today it's fine though so here are The details of Night Five
Vitek investigates Rodzaju
Uhhhh...
Looking at the Witch.
Yes definitely. No doubt about it.
This girl is the MAFIA WITCH.
Uhuh.
Get a quick rest I think before morning.
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Rodzaju Kills LittleRabbit
Wretched girl.
You prayed to your ministers that she had been lying, but the sight they gave you has revealed the truth - she has stolen from you.
Slattern! Foul animal, living on the rocks and the sea, gazing down into the stinking mud. You spit.
Well. The trinket was a luxury, the spirits whose duty it was to answer the wands ritual dance are unneeded, won’t be missed. But on my own eyes you shall have that wand back!
You feel at your belt beneath the multitudinous folds of your garments. Perhaps, when searching through your pockets – damn the girl! - the little thief even brushed her frail hand against the steel destined to take her from this world. You take your knife. Heavy and reassuring. Touch the blade to your tongue. Beautifully sharp.
Beings in the sky, watchers, who look upon the world seeing all without being seen, seek her out.
Discover the one who insults me, who loves you, and bring me to her, bring her her doom.
You set out, stepping wide upon the solid ground. Face to the sky, following the flowing stream of your attendants. They guide you that you need not use your eyes, but stride, fury in your feet, toward vengeance. They slip, invisible, between the iron bars of a tall gate, and you wait. The gate is a thing of stature – its design impresses subservience to the onlooker. Behind the gate the mansion is visible – a mountain of shadow slumped across the skyline. Your lip curls with distaste, with hatred. This is the people in the town. This is their hopes, their passion, their love is all for this. Let their blood fall you want to cry! Soon now, very soon.
The iron came from the earth and the spirits of the earth await your command. To your will the iron twists and wrenches, onwards you strive. Up to the house. The house is tall, and she is in a high place.
Anger fills you, passion drives you. You can wait no longer. By your own power you take to the sky, rising as the wind up to the house and through the walls into a wide room, lavish and rich, lit by bright brass oil lamps.
The girl looks round, dropping what she had held. Fear in her eyes.
“WHERE IS IT?”
The girl is silent. Your feet feel the wooden floor, raised high above the earth. You step towards the girl.
“Give it back. Return it to me."
The girl is silent, wildly, she turns to run, but your little spirits have tied her heart and bound her soul and she falls. You step, slowly towards her, knife in hand, and press the blade into her breast, drawing her blood upon the ground. She screams and kicks and tires and falls still.
You gather the blood upon your hands and speaks to you, guiding you to where the thief hid your treasure.
You have killed LittleRabbit
LittleRabbit Killed By Rodzaju
You head upstairs -your bed gives you no comfort tonight- to the rooms where the curtains are blue velvet. Lighting the lamps, you go into the portrait gallery, staring into the faces of those long dead. From a small table you examine a golden miniature. Movement behind the window of stained glass. With a noise like a wave smacking a rockface an old woman comes THROUGH THE GLASS. She hangs in the air, suspended by unseen force. She is older than anyone you've ever seen. So old her skin itself is greying. She looks at you, her eyes fringed with scarlet, yellow-grey eyes, hatred etched throroughly into her face, deep, black lines. Her twisted mouth opens and she shouts. Her voice hoarse, and at the same time aetherial, as though the air shouts with her.
"WHERE IS IT?"
She sinks until her feet are on the ground. She walks towards you. Her tattered skirts and shawl disguise the shape of her body, but folds of her clothes shift and a bony arm emerges. Fist clenched tight around a steel blade. Dull, but the edge flashes.
"Give it back." She hisses. "Return it to me."
She comes closer and you realise how scared you are. How soon you will die.
You turn to run but your legs feel cold. Like running through icy water. You fall. Hit the floor hard, and can't move. Just breath, and clutch at the carpet, as the Witch reaches you, and places her knife at your heart. Then through. Cold metal jarring your bones, your lungs burn, hot blood weeps. The knife chokes you. You can't breathe. You can't see. You hear a harsh scream, a rasping catching howl that dies in jerking wheezes. You become aware of your arms and legs. They're scraping across the carpet. You stop moving them, and embrace the floor. It seems to hold you.
You have been killed by Rodzaju
Sorry, these were written as personal notes so I've on occasion referenced people by their given names or nicknames. I'll go through and change them.
