Commodus was brought out of the senate house and taken to the edge of the Featherline hill for the ancient punishment of 'fly or die'. No Chicken knew where the age old execution method had come from, but the legend said that if the Chicken that was pushed off the cliff was able to fly and avoid falling to his death on the city below, he would be free to live out his days on the Hill in peace and no further harm or punishment would come to him. Of course, the long and the short of it was that most just liked watching Chickens fall to their death. It made for a great spectator sport. Sounds of fighting penetrated the night air from the city below, but the senators did not care what dark deeds were occuring in their beloved city. They knew that the real fate of the city would be decided here, tonight, on this hill. And so the Seven Senators assembled facing Commodus as night fell, and after reading him his rights the overly-ambitious Senator screamed vengeance one final time against his hated rival Nero, and then the Politician Chicken jumped his leap of faith and plummeted into the city and the mob below.
A few breaths were drawn. And then the action began. Domitian and Augustus stood together, long time-allies and both loyal denizens of the night. Delicious blood covered their hands, and Augustus knew they could create a great deal more of it, if only they could get their hands on their enemy, whoever he was. But there were only two of them, and the group that descended on them was four members large. They were easy pickings.
Pompey, Nero, Sulla and Cicero moved towards Domitian, and as they beckoned to him, he began to approach them. As he approached he slowly wiped the copious amounts of blood from his hands, and began to turn back towards Augustus, grinning. Augustus, now the final Blood Chicken, felt this betrayal twist like a knife through his heart. He did not know whether to roar and rip Domitian apart, or whether to join him in abandoning their cause.
He was spared the decision by Caesar, who lunged towards Domitian Quacking violently, his beak a whirlwind of slicing and dicing. Down they both went, rolling around in a pile of blood and diced Chicken. The Duck was much more adept at fighting, and Domitian's cries punctured the night.
This roused his new allies, Pompey, Nero and Sulla, who moved to try to save him, but were stopped by the one that they thought was their friend, Cicero, who stood between them and the fight, daring them to try to pass. With a Quack they knew Cicero for the madman he had become.
On the other side of it all, Augustus could see nothing through the mist that clouded his eyes. Where once he had seen Domitian as a friend, now he was ready to break this betrayer open and pour all of his blood down the hill in one last glorious fountain. Before he knew what he was doing he had grabbed the two fighting Chickens, Domitian and Caesar in his hands, and not seeing that Domitian was already long-dead, and being blinded to the pleas of the Duck Caesar that they must work together or both perish, he threw the two from the top of the Featherline Hill. As he fell into the darkness, Caesar's last thoughts lingered on his fellow Ducks, and his final brother on the hill.
A Brother who was doomed. Cicero, the last Duck was brought to his knees by the Slaves that surrounded him. His former lover, Sulla, held him down, whilst Pompey - the Chicken with the Wild eyes, and Nero - the former Praetorian, moved slowly towards Augustus, who was waiting, exhausted, on the edge of the cliff. The two surviving prisoners were bound and hauled into the Curia to await trial by their new Overlords.
The Slave Rebellion had won. And as the three strode down to bring the good news to the Chickens below, waves of their supporters met them at the foot of the hill. It was over. Every Slave in the city had been set free, and the tyrannical senators had at last been overthrown.
The Chickens of Repute, cruel masters that they were, had been driven into hiding
The Marines have fallen in battle against the superior numbers of the Slaves
With the death of their leader, the Shambling Chickens had disappeared from all knowledge.
The hunters of the night, the Blood Chickens, had become the hunted and fled the city from the great mobs of Slaves.
The Ducks fell just as quickly as they rose, with the race of Chickens now firmly united behind their new leaders.
Pompey, Nero and Sulla have won. The Slave Rebellion has been Victorious.
Now all they had to do was find and deal with the Foxes...
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Commodus has been lynched. He was played by Aldax. He was the Politician Chicken and a Cultist of the Masons.
Caesar has been murdered. He was played by Antipater. He was a Cultist of the Ducks.
Domitian has been murdered. He was played by Ryvvn. He was Roostacus of the Slaves.
Pompey has survived. He was played by Blindsniper83. He was the Wild Chicken and a Cultist of the Slaves.
Nero has survived. He was played by That PJ. He was the Praetorian Chicken and a Cultist of the Slaves.
Sulla has survived. He was played by Dferrantino. He was the Darling Chicken and a Cultist of the Slaves.
Cicero has been imprisoned. He was played by Stigmata. He was the Sweetheart Chicken and a Cultist of the Ducks.
Augustus has been imprisoned. He was played by Omega. He was a Cultist of the Blood Chickens.
The Praetorian Chicken wrote:You are the Praetorian Chicken, Cult leader of the Marine Chickens.
Roostacus wrote:You are Roostacus, Cult Leader of the Slave Rebellion
Wild Chicken wrote:You are the Wild Chicken. Once per game you may publicly rip another chicken apart with your bare feathers.
Politician Chicken wrote:You are the Politician Chicken. Your vote will break ties for the lynch.
Darling Chicken wrote:You are the Darling Chicken. You are passionately in love with the delicious Cicero. If they die, you will die taking revenge on one of the people involved in your lover's death.
Sweetheart Chicken wrote:You are the Sweetheart Chicken. You are passionately in love with the succulent Sulla. If they die, you will die taking revenge on one of the people involved in your lover's death.
DOM was the Poisoned Chicken wrote:You are the Poisoned Chicken. If you are lynched one of the players voting for you will surely choke and die. You can choose which player to target.
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The Game is Over.
