Please don’t be alarmed.
It was only a matter of time before I noticed you there, after all.
First of all, allow me to congratulate you on your rather remarkable scrying abilities. Very few magicians could have escaped my detection for so long.
Ten points to Gryffindor.
I hope that you’ve been enjoying the show so far. Nothing would please me more than to know that my Delve has provided you with some small measure of entertainment.
No, don’t bother to thank me… I live to serve…
Now that you mention it, there is something that you could do for me…
Something small, almost inconsequential… at least to me. For certain others, however, the consequences could be quite dire.
I think we all know that a storm is coming.
And by a storm, I mean a battle in which a great many people will die.
This, in and of itself, would be entertaining enough, but let’s up the stakes a little, shall we?
Are you content to merely watch the tragedy unfold, or would you be a part of it?
Come now, I can sense your eagerness… let us not pretend that you are content to be just a passive observer in this.
I alone will not bear the stain of it upon my hands… well, my gauntlets. I think we should all get a little dirty, don’t you?
Let’s play a game…
You’ll see a list of names in my Riddle below. The lives of these poor souls are in your hands now. Your votes will save or damn them. Will they live or die? The choice is yours.
Easy enough, you say?
Ah, but there’s a trick to it…
You see, an even number of votes for a character will result in their death, whereas an odd number will spare them from a grisly fate.
Oh, and zero votes count for death, of course…
The Riddle will run until Midnight, Delve Standard Time, on New Years Eve. At that time, I will tally up the votes and pass judgment on the quick and the dead.
Honestly, I am ashiver with anticipation!
The game begins now…