CLOVER

[crittersheep]

[You're suddenly surrounded by shadows and howling winds, and feel a slash across your cheek--shadowy claw marks. All your powers, original, sheep, or otherwise, have been sealed off. You also find yourself shackled; shadowy tendrils keeping you in place, wrapped around your wrists and ankles.

And one of you, in the center is contained within an orb. You're free to move around, or maybe you fall asleep, as a small of amount of nightmare gas sedates you somewhat.

There is only one person allowed to move around freely--A Weed. Or if no Weed is present, one of you is released form your shackles, but chained at the throat.

A voice booms through the shadows. ]

You will tell me who deserves his Vengeance.

Comments

[debug_mode]

...Did you bury the hatchet with Thistle?

[eonsadrift]

If we continue to pick them, they will continue to pick us...

Was my logic before. I don't know, now.

[debug_mode]

That's generally speaking how it works when you have alliances not to touch the other half of the pasture and they're in the "no alliance" zone.

[eonsadrift]

Our only alliance is Daffodil. The others are all just as likely to choose us.

[debug_mode]

Okay, okay.

Then, for all we know, it was a random decision and there was no rhyme or reason to it.