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After a sleepless night spent mulling over the various issues, the Council gathered once again in the main hall. A terrible spectacle awaited them.
The chamber's one source of light, a huge iron lamp of sorts, hung in the centre of the room, over the table the Councilors sat at. And under this device, dangling from his own entrails, was Nogrod.
His eyes were burst from their orbits, his messy blood almost entirely coated him and the table, and his gaping jaw was smashed. And as the Council gazed incredulously at the gory spectacle a devil's voice laughed, but when they looked around they saw no one but themselves.
Luckily surviving:
Aganzir
Eonwe
Gwathagor
Isabellkya
Kath
Meneltarmacil
Sally
Shasta
Strongbow
Dead/gone:
Boro (inno)
Brinn (inno)
Ilya (inno)
Nogrod (inno)
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'It just shows you how true it is that one-half the world doesn't knows how the other three-quarters lives.'
Bertie, The Code of the Woosters, by P. G. Wodewouse
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