(This will be the night one post. I was hoping people wouldnt post until it was ready but SOME PEOPLE have to go ahead and be a busy body)
Heres your timer, we start on day 1, lore will be here shortly.
There are only a handful of monks left now. Most are either dead or gone. You can count the remaining monks on your fingers; at least, if your hands stopped shaking. It is bitter and cold, and the Oracles breath draws shorter, and more pained. It wont be long before she passes, as your comrades have. You look at the people left, all gathered here in the dining room. You tell yourself again that these people are not truly your friends. Any one of them could be a harbinger of darkness. A plague bearer of nightmares, here to sicken the herd. As the emotions swirl in your head, you speak to your fellow monks "Maybe, its time we did something. Instead of sitting here waiting for the Oracle to save us, maybe we should hunt this darkness down amongst us. Maybe its time we saved her." Some of the monks nod their head in agreement. One suggests a daily vote, so that people have enough time to make their decisions well. "In public, of course" he adds. There is little to no protest. The sunrise of the morning ends, and the first votes begin. This is the beginning of the end.
