Some of the Chickens were starting to enjoy seeing Caligula dying when the Hooded figures appeared again. By now even the extremely wise senators that knew exactly what and who to ignore to stay alive, could no longer ignore them. For the hooded figures had appeared quite openly in front of most of the chickens. Were they no longer bothering to at least have the decency to hide their presence and pretend they didn't exist? What did they think they were, Foxes? One of them spoke.
"Give us the Seers or you shall all die"
Everyone looked at the Seers. The Seers looked back at everyone. Everyone took a step back. Some of the hooded figures took a step forward. The Seers decided to try something and they took a step forward. Whatever they were trying didn't work, and the hooded figures took another step forward.
Hadrian broke the silence, "au contraire mes amis, je suis morte avant ton arrives!"
The Hooded figures, who had a basic grasp of French, had no idea what Hadrian had been attempting to say. They stepped forward again. As if by miracle Hadrian suddenly remembered that he could speak English as well.
"I forsee a nasty fate befalling anyone that tries to attack me. I am sacrosanct and my presence shall not be harmed!"
"Die" whispered one of the cloaked and hooded figures simply.
This annoyed Romulus. He hated chickens that got to the point. Especially chickens that used only one word. He was a man of flourishes and verbosity. He preferred phantasmagorical language over this rustic grunting of one-word answers.
"Do you have a license for those hoods? I think you'll find I founded Rome and I distinctly remember saying no hoods on formal occasions. You'll have to wait outside".
"We are outside" answered the hooded chickens, not to be out-reasoned by someone that went around telling people they could 'see' things for a living.
This stumped Romulus, so he and Hadrian charged. They were surprisingly agile for Chickens of their supposed frailty and for someone mythical Romulus could certainly fight. But there were simply too many chickens against them, and none of the other Senators watching were coming to their aid.
None of them noticed the sound of a blade being taken from a sheath and a rope being cut. Suddenly a freed and totally insane Caligula had charged into the middle of them, biting left and right and causing chaos in the ranks of the hooded Chickens. Caligula had been freed by the quick-witted Caracalla, who had bought just enough time to help his ally Hadrian escape. But it wasn't enough and Caligula and Romulus were quickly overcome by one group of the hooded figures while another group chased Caracalla down the Featherline hill.
Unfortunately for Caracalla, he wasn't the swiftest of Chickens, especially in his current form, and no Chicken in their right mind would have bet on him to win a long distance running race. A knife thrown by one of his unknown pursuers spiralled after him and he was unable to shamble fast enough away from it. As he lay down to die, an inchicken moan escaped his mouth and Hadrian fell dead too, as if all of the life had suddenly left his body in an instant.
The hooded figures were scattered and gone in a matter of moments, each retreating to whatever various hole they had come from. The bodies of four chickens lay strewn around the top of the Featherline Hill, outside of the Curia. But as the senators approached, they realised that one of the dead Chickens did not look much like a Chicken. Had they finally found and slain the Fox?
Caligula has been lynched. He was played by FurinMirado. He was a Chicken.
Caracalla has been murdered. He was played by Visigoth. He was the Rotting Chicken.
Hadrian has died. He was played by Sphenodont. He was the Visionary Chicken and he was a Cultist of the Shambling Chickens.
Romulus has been murdered. He was played by Snake. He was the Cunning Chicken and he was a Cultist of the Ducks.
Rotting Chicken wrote:You are the Rotting Chicken, Cult Leader of the Shambling Chickens.
Visionary Chicken wrote:You are the Visionary Chicken. Every night you may target one person to direct your inner sight towards.
Cunning Chicken wrote:You are the Cunning Chicken. Every night you may choose a Main Account to target. You will then bluntly ask them what animal they are.