As Q returned from taking his pet lion-thing on a walk, it was time once again to count the votes. All agreed, it was time for the ill Klingon to leave the game. Rather than throwing FurinMirado to the lion, Q in an uncharacteristic moment of…mercy(?) simply snapped his fingers and the Klingon disappeared.
Q looked at the remaining players and smiled. After 10 days of this, what more needed to be said?
Many things went bump in the night and while someone killed Q’s pet lionesque, all of the players returned to start the next day.
FurinMirado, Wise, Aged, Klingon Veteran, Klingon
FurinMirado’s Role PM wrote:You are a Wise, Aged, Klingon Veteran (who’s had too much to drink)
It has been said that even while half drunk, Klingon warriors are among the best in the Galaxy. Lucky for you, whoever said that is right. You have the following abilities,
- You would die before you would lose your bat’leth, as a result, you are immune from all regular night kills (this includes the maul!)
- Unfortunately, all that blood wine has dulled your senses, you will be aware that you received visitor(s) in the night, you will not know who or what they did to you.
[You have a weapon]