The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum - View Single Post - WWJ I: A New Saga, A New Beginning... Or Is IT!?!?!?

Glirdan · 10-01-2005, 08:43 PM

Once upon a time, in a little village called Fwedawick, 14 villagers left the busy life of Gondor and decided to start a little village of their own. But one Night, everything went horribly wrong....

Everyone woke up one morning and went about life as usual.

Malkatoj was trying to get past Rune Son of Bjarne, the Bailiff of the bar in Sleepy Ranger's Inn.

Thinlomien was trying to heal Feanor of the Peredhil's insomniac.

Bergil was doing his normal busker duties with Gurthang playing backup while Kitanna walked past for her usual grocery shopping routine.

Jack (aka Folwren) was busy making horse shoes for his horse Blakeney.

WaynetheGoblin was trying to speak to Hiriel, the Deaf librarian while looking after TORE's pet peach's while he was away at the Peach Cobbler factory.

Then they noticed that Glirdan, the town poet, was missing. So the all walked over to his house and knocked on the door. No one answered. "That's strange" one villager said. "He always answer's the door." They entered the house and looked around. Nobody was there. They walked into the bedroom and a horrible sight met them. Glirdan was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, with a quill sticking out of his head. There were three different size of footprints all around the room. Beside him was his poetry book. One villager picked it up and opened it to the first page. The villager screamed. "What is it?" the others asked.
"It's a message, written in Glirdan's blood!!!!" the villager gasped.
" What does it say?" one villager asked.
" It says: We got you poet
and you didn't even know it!!
Make sure you like the last pie,
becaue your all going to die!!
Singed, the Wolves!!!"

"Well you know, that just means the Wolves are idiots. Who would sign something?"
" It doesn't say Wolves you idiot!!" TORE said as he stepped into the house. "It has a Wolves pawprint. And by the looks of things, we're dealing with more than one Wolf. I suggest we leave here. Someone bury his body. Jack, hope you're good at making wepons. I have a feeling we're going to need them." With that, the villagers dispersed, thinking deeply about what TORE said....

Deceased
Glirdan (ordinary villager) - got a quill throught the head on Night 1

Remaing Villagers
Bergil
Eonwe
Feanor of the Peredhil
Jack (aka Folwren)
Gurthang
Hiriel
Kitanna
Malkatoj
Rune Son of Bjarne
Sleepy Ranger
The Only Real Estel
Thinlomien
WaynetheGoblin

*It's now Day 1. Wolves, stop PMing. Villagers do what you need to do to find those Wolves.

PS. Sorry this is a little late, I was gone out and I just got back awhile ago.

10-01-2005, 08:43 PM	#2
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	Once upon a time, in a little village called Fwedawick, 14 villagers left the busy life of Gondor and decided to start a little village of their own. But one Night, everything went horribly wrong.... Everyone woke up one morning and went about life as usual. Malkatoj was trying to get past Rune Son of Bjarne, the Bailiff of the bar in Sleepy Ranger's Inn. Thinlomien was trying to heal Feanor of the Peredhil's insomniac. Bergil was doing his normal busker duties with Gurthang playing backup while Kitanna walked past for her usual grocery shopping routine. Jack (aka Folwren) was busy making horse shoes for his horse Blakeney. WaynetheGoblin was trying to speak to Hiriel, the Deaf librarian while looking after TORE's pet peach's while he was away at the Peach Cobbler factory. Then they noticed that Glirdan, the town poet, was missing. So the all walked over to his house and knocked on the door. No one answered. "That's strange" one villager said. "He always answer's the door." They entered the house and looked around. Nobody was there. They walked into the bedroom and a horrible sight met them. Glirdan was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, with a quill sticking out of his head. There were three different size of footprints all around the room. Beside him was his poetry book. One villager picked it up and opened it to the first page. The villager screamed. "What is it?" the others asked. "It's a message, written in Glirdan's blood!!!!" the villager gasped. " What does it say?" one villager asked. " It says: We got you poet and you didn't even know it!! Make sure you like the last pie, becaue your all going to die!! Singed, the Wolves!!!" "Well you know, that just means the Wolves are idiots. Who would sign something?" " It doesn't say Wolves you idiot!!" TORE said as he stepped into the house. "It has a Wolves pawprint. And by the looks of things, we're dealing with more than one Wolf. I suggest we leave here. Someone bury his body. Jack, hope you're good at making wepons. I have a feeling we're going to need them." With that, the villagers dispersed, thinking deeply about what TORE said.... Deceased Glirdan (ordinary villager) - got a quill throught the head on Night 1 Remaing Villagers Bergil Eonwe Feanor of the Peredhil Jack (aka Folwren) Gurthang Hiriel Kitanna Malkatoj Rune Son of Bjarne Sleepy Ranger The Only Real Estel Thinlomien WaynetheGoblin It's now Day 1. Wolves, stop PMing. Villagers do what you need to do to find those Wolves. PS. Sorry this is a little late, I was gone out and I just got back awhile ago. __________________ I'm going to buy you a kitty, I'm going to let you fall in love with the kitty, and one cold, winter night, I'm going to steal into your house and punch you in the face!* Fenris Wolf Last edited by Glirdan; 10-01-2005 at 08:59 PM.