Scalibur looks on at the three people, standing in a triangular formation. They look at each other quickly, and back at Scalibur as Nevermore hops in front of him.
"I suppose you have made your descision?" Scalibur said, looking on at the three.
Mike411 steps out, nonchalantly as he takes the form of an enormous black bird- it dived straight at Scalibur. The black wings obscured the light... but then, Nevermore landed on the bird. It became cloaked in shadow and a loud ripping sound was heard- as the veils dissipated. Nevermore landed on the ground- mouth coated with blood. The bird hit with a thump... its head was completely torn off, with its wings jammed into the neck socket. It convulsed a bit, but then lay dead... as it did, the black aura flew out of it and spiraled in the air. It exploded ina flash of light... and then it was not there. The bird had taken the form of Mike again... but the wounds had not left.
"With this, the force of the Ravens has been defea..."
Scalibur stopped within a moment. Benladesh was standing there- donning a red robe with a wax mask over his face. He immediately threw up a skeletal hand, tring to make Forte burn- but he did not. Forte simply stood there, soaking wet...
"Amontillado doesn't burn". With this, he gave a ghastly smile- the form of Forte rushed at Ben, with a chain extended. He smashed the chain into Ben's head and made the robed figure fall to the ground- and he kept beating it and beating it, until the room was clogged with bone dust. Fragments lay all over the room, and the robe was completely destroyed- out of it rolled a skull. The mask continued to cling to its face.
Scalibur looked at the form of Forte, still drenched in wine, and still holding a mad gleam in his eye. "I know you have insulted me by keeping me in ths house for so long... now, it is time you paid the price". Forte approached Scalibur, chain wrapped around his left hand.
"Not a chance, Montresor. Not a chance." With this, Scalibur let his hands roll back- they each grasped a hilt of the Lethe that he did not use up until this point. He became eclipsed ina fiery aura that pulsed into the blue steel- and he rushed forward. Within moments, the first Lethe was rammed into Forte's stomach, another was rammed through the center of his face... Both wounds began to leak the scarlet liquid that the house was famous for. Several blue pulses raged through the body, severely burning the area around the wounds- and Scalibur removed the blades. The body of Forte collapsed, his entire body ravaged by the great power...
"...and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the 'HOUSE OF USHER'."
Scalibur woke with a jolt. His book of Poe's works was still in hand, the Lethe not removed from his back. The sun began to cast a dim glow over the morning fog, and birds began to chirp. He stood up and walked over to the graveyard he had been sitting next to, and walked through. However, something had caught his eye.
Quote:Forte, aka Montresor
Born on March the Twenty-Seventh, 1633
Dead on October the Eleventh, 2005
"You shall not escape my vengeance, Scalibur."
Forte has won the game as Montresor.
Benladesh has come in second place as the Masque of the Red Death.
The Ravens (jakachuy, sexysilver, mike411, Mirumoto Meta, Kirby-Oh, and jlt1990) have come in third place.
The Innocents have come in Fourth Place.
The Mad Police (Auraelias, Degatimra, gugsew, lord_owlstar, xelo_11) have come in Fifth Place.
The Raving Lunatic (technocactus) has come in Sixth Place.![[Image: yarly7hp.gif]](http://img293.echo.cx/img293/4723/yarly7hp.gif)