Scipio was currently eating what was previously a chair. In its current form it was a few sticks and nothing more, and they were disappearing fast down his mouth. The Chickens thought he must have a very good reason for this but none of them had any inkling at all what it could have been. They were all too busy staring horrified at all of the Blood. And there was a lot of it. Scipio seemed to ooze blood from just about everywhere. It was in between his feathers, it was dripping from his mouth, it was on everything around him. And he seemed to want more.
A few of them wondered how they hadn't noticed the fact that he was literally a ravenous Chicken covered in Blood before. Everyone seemed to have looked over it, the senators of Pullum were among the most tolerant of all Chickenkind after all. But of course there was always that one Chicken that only now decided to declare that he'd seen the Blood all along and they all should've listened to him. They all hated that chicken and hoped that Scipio would eat him next, the git.
"BLOOD?" Screamed Scipio at the hiding Senators.
None of them seemed to know the correct response for this, so they all looked at one another hoping someone else would answer first. The Chickens were sure that if they just waited another minute or two, someone would come along to save them from the Fox, as heroes always did. They were partially right. But also completely wrong.
Scipio moved first. He hurtled towards the nearest Chicken, which unfortunately happened to be Tiberius, and took a bite right out of the unfortunate Chickens neck. Too slow to get out of the way, Tiberius decided he'd go with it, and decided to wait until the slashing and biting and decapitating stopped. Scipio took a good fifteen bites out of Tiberius before he realised there was absolutely no Blood to be had in the strange Chicken. Tiberius was empty. Of pretty much everything. His head had followed most of the room's furniture in disappearing down Scipio's jaws, but he seemed none the worse for wear. Even Scipio was puzzled, and everyone knew it took a lot to puzzle a Fox. Because they have psychic powers. Remember?
The room went silent as Tiberius turned towards Scipio, wondering what sort of horrible fight they were all about to witness, when the Hooded figures appeared. The first was moving much faster, jumping towards Tiberius and Scipio his glorious beak cleaved both in twain in a mighty stroke. Blood fountained everywhere. Scipio was happy. Scipio was dead. Tiberius was dead, although technically it looked like he had been dead a while already.
The first hooded figure knelt, exhausted at the killing he had wrought. This was a mistake. The second hooded figure reached him a moment later and the knife found his neck easily. Antony lay dead. The Foxes had struck again.
Scipio was lynched. He was played by necklessone. He was Count Cluckula of the Blood Chickens.
Tiberius has been murdered. He was played by Ozymandias. He was a Cultist from the Shambling Chickens.
Antony has been murdered. He was played by Hellheart. He was the Grand Masonic Chicken of the Masons.
Count Cluckula wrote:You are Count Cluckula, Cult leader of the Blood Chickens.
Grand Masonic Chicken wrote:You are the Grand Masonic Chicken, Cult leader of the Masons.
Beware fowlfolk, the largest faction in the game currently has 4 cultists as of today!