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Oddwen · 08-19-2005, 06:02 AM

Arcticstorm labored far into the night, writing furiously on his treatise entitled "Tom Bombadil: Maia, Enigma, Starship Captain or Ulari?", when there came a tap on his shoulder. He whirled around, but there was no-one there.

After a moment's pause, he returned to his work. There came another tap.

This time, he jumped out of his chair and rolled under his desk. In these times, it didn't pay not to be paranoid.

A pair of furry feet exited the closet, and tiptoed towards the desk. Arcticstorm readied the small dagger that he kept about his person and hoped it would be enough.

The Wolf jabbed a long pole underneath, pinning Arcticstorm against the wall and crushing him. Arctic struggled, and finally tipped his desk over, scattering papers and snapping the pole. Most of "Balrog Wings: Crispy or Regular Recipe?" and "REB: Could it be Real?" immediately combusted in the fire, and many other works were destroyed in the struggle that ensued.

And long was the struggle, and though Arctic put up a good fight, in the end he was overcome. The Wolf made a good meal out of him, and wrote a paper of its own entitled "Philosophers: A Thorough Inspection Of the Innards Of", and went off whistling.

The Villagers were dismayed the next morning - their only known innocent was dead. They gathered up his remains and laid them to rest, along with most of his papers (They didn't hold much with superstitious "canonicity"), and some drawings that had been Firefoots.

And then what sorrow met their eyes as they gathered for the DAY- Wilwa, that same who discovered 538 new species of butterflies in her lifetime, they found against the wall, pinned with a single long nail. Even the Bear, it seems, is not without a sense of subtlety.

But wait, the breath hadn't quite left her! "Who did this to you?" they cried.

But all she said was "Tell the Mormegil that Wilwarin is here", and then she died.

Alas, the sorrow that was theirs!

Living:

Boromir88
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant
Durelin
Gurthang
Laitaine
Lalaith
littlemanpoet
Meneltarmacil
Nonnacedak
SamwiseGamgee
The Saucepan Man

Dead:

Oddwen (Mod) - Skeletonized by Wolves on NIGHT 1
Mithalwen (Werewolf) - Cheesily lynched on DAY 1
Alcarillo (Villager) - Smashed to bits on NIGHT 2
Mormegil (Villager) - Blown away on NIGHT 2
CaptainofDespair (Ranger) - Innocent blood rejected by nature, received by men on DAY 2
Encaitare (Villager) - Thrown off a cliff by a Bear on NIGHT 3
Firefoot (Sherriff) - Killed by clowns on NIGHT 3
Gil-Galad (Werewolf) - Lynch'ed!! on DAY 3
Arcticstorm (Sherriff) - Touched by a ten foot pole on NIGHT 4
Wilwarin (Villager) - This fine specimen displayed on NIGHT 4

It is now DAY 4. Have fun.

**note**

I will be out of town until Sunday. Please forward any DAY and following NIGHT questions/business to Shelob.

08-19-2005, 06:02 AM	#274
Oddwen Drummer in the Deep Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Next Sunday A.D. Posts: 2,145	Arcticstorm labored far into the night, writing furiously on his treatise entitled "Tom Bombadil: Maia, Enigma, Starship Captain or Ulari?", when there came a tap on his shoulder. He whirled around, but there was no-one there. After a moment's pause, he returned to his work. There came another tap. This time, he jumped out of his chair and rolled under his desk. In these times, it didn't pay not to be paranoid. A pair of furry feet exited the closet, and tiptoed towards the desk. Arcticstorm readied the small dagger that he kept about his person and hoped it would be enough. The Wolf jabbed a long pole underneath, pinning Arcticstorm against the wall and crushing him. Arctic struggled, and finally tipped his desk over, scattering papers and snapping the pole. Most of "Balrog Wings: Crispy or Regular Recipe?" and "REB: Could it be Real?" immediately combusted in the fire, and many other works were destroyed in the struggle that ensued. And long was the struggle, and though Arctic put up a good fight, in the end he was overcome. The Wolf made a good meal out of him, and wrote a paper of its own entitled "Philosophers: A Thorough Inspection Of the Innards Of", and went off whistling. The Villagers were dismayed the next morning - their only known innocent was dead. They gathered up his remains and laid them to rest, along with most of his papers (They didn't hold much with superstitious "canonicity"), and some drawings that had been Firefoots. And then what sorrow met their eyes as they gathered for the DAY- Wilwa, that same who discovered 538 new species of butterflies in her lifetime, they found against the wall, pinned with a single long nail. Even the Bear, it seems, is not without a sense of subtlety. But wait, the breath hadn't quite left her! "Who did this to you?" they cried. But all she said was "Tell the Mormegil that Wilwarin is here", and then she died. Alas, the sorrow that was theirs! Living: Boromir88 Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant Durelin Gurthang Laitaine Lalaith littlemanpoet Meneltarmacil Nonnacedak SamwiseGamgee The Saucepan Man Dead: Oddwen (Mod) - Skeletonized by Wolves on NIGHT 1 Mithalwen (Werewolf) - Cheesily lynched on DAY 1 Alcarillo (Villager) - Smashed to bits on NIGHT 2 Mormegil (Villager) - Blown away on NIGHT 2 CaptainofDespair (Ranger) - Innocent blood rejected by nature, received by men on DAY 2 Encaitare (Villager) - Thrown off a cliff by a Bear on NIGHT 3 Firefoot (Sherriff) - Killed by clowns on NIGHT 3 Gil-Galad (Werewolf) - Lynch'ed!! on DAY 3 Arcticstorm (Sherriff) - Touched by a ten foot pole on NIGHT 4 Wilwarin (Villager) - This fine specimen displayed on NIGHT 4 It is now DAY 4. Have fun. note I will be out of town until Sunday. Please forward any DAY and following NIGHT questions/business to Shelob. __________________ But all the while I sit and think of times there were before I listen for returning feet and voices at the door