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malkatoj · 10-18-2005, 07:40 PM

The sun began to set on Lower Tadfield as the villagers cast their votes, hoping that they would kill a werewolf. One by one, Malkatoj's ghost floated through their walls, telling them to hurry up and get outside. She added to each as she left, "It's cold outside, you'll need a sweater. A sweater..." and floated away.

Finally, the villagers gathered in a circle around the two mods, each equipped with a weapon. Two villagers brought up the people to be lynched.

"Two, eh? In the first night? Well, that's interesting," remarked Abercrombie as she surveyed the crowd.

Suddenly a great commotion rose as Glirdan tried to escape. "I don't want to die! I'm too young! I'm innocent, really!" he protested. One of the villagers, seeing this, lost control and fired a 24-carat golden bullet into his chest. Watching him grow cold, they soon realized that they had killed an innocent.

"Well, there's the other one!" yelled Rune Son of Bjarne, hoping that Márcolië Lamen would be their wolf. DEATH was brought to the middle of the circle. The village was silent in anticipation. As Bergil raised an axe, Malkatoj floated forward, pausing the swing.

"Márcolië Lamen..." she said. "Do you have any last requests? Any at all?"

"Yes, Modkatoj, I do." The entire village stared, confused--why hadn't Glirdan gotten a last request? Finally they understood as Márcolië uttered one word: "Shelob."

"Wait--you want to be Shelob? You could have been anything! Wolf, or seer, or hunter or whatever. And you choose Shelob? A giant spider? Disgusting!" Malkatoj was enraged as to why her Mythomaniac would choose to be a spider.

"No, no, not the spider Shelob. The other Barrow-Downer. I want to be her," Márcolië explained.

"But she's not even--Oh. You make me sad. So be it...come, Abercrombie." With that, the Mod and her backup floated away from the village.

"But we have to kill Márcolië!" shouted the villagers, as they stared at their disappearing Mods and forgot about DEATH. When they finally decided to pay attention, they caught her just as she disappeared from existence, completely and entirely. "But that means...if it's Shelob...it was never here in the first place?" questioned one very astute villager. Then another pointed out, "DEATH is gone...nobody can die now."

"But it's not gone. It just...vanished. It's not dead...it's gone for a walk, you might say. We can still die..." ventured Holbytlass, realizing what had happened.

ALIVE:
Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.'
Rune Son of Bjarne, Traveling Cheese Juggler
Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly
WaynetheGoblin. Scientist.
Gurthang. Peddler.
Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield.
Sotty. School teacher
Tar-ancalime. Crone.
Eonwe. Friendly undertaker.
Holbytlass, f. tanner.
Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects.
THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher.
Kitanna. Historian.

DEAD:
Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
Glirdan (ordinary) Shot with a 24-carat gold bullet on DAY one.
Márcolië Lamen (Shelob/Mytho) Vanished from ever having existed in Lower Tadfield on DAY one.

IT IS NOW NIGHT. Wolves, start PMing. I need a name from the wolves, the seer, the ranger and the hunter. Please remember to look over the rules in Post 1 before tomorrow, and don't post until the NIGHT's death.

10-18-2005, 07:40 PM	#79
malkatoj Wight Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A hovel in Florin Posts: 173	The sun began to set on Lower Tadfield as the villagers cast their votes, hoping that they would kill a werewolf. One by one, Malkatoj's ghost floated through their walls, telling them to hurry up and get outside. She added to each as she left, "It's cold outside, you'll need a sweater. A sweater..." and floated away. Finally, the villagers gathered in a circle around the two mods, each equipped with a weapon. Two villagers brought up the people to be lynched. "Two, eh? In the first night? Well, that's interesting," remarked Abercrombie as she surveyed the crowd. Suddenly a great commotion rose as Glirdan tried to escape. "I don't want to die! I'm too young! I'm innocent, really!" he protested. One of the villagers, seeing this, lost control and fired a 24-carat golden bullet into his chest. Watching him grow cold, they soon realized that they had killed an innocent. "Well, there's the other one!" yelled Rune Son of Bjarne, hoping that Márcolië Lamen would be their wolf. DEATH was brought to the middle of the circle. The village was silent in anticipation. As Bergil raised an axe, Malkatoj floated forward, pausing the swing. "Márcolië Lamen..." she said. "Do you have any last requests? Any at all?" "Yes, Modkatoj, I do." The entire village stared, confused--why hadn't Glirdan gotten a last request? Finally they understood as Márcolië uttered one word: "Shelob." "Wait--you want to be Shelob? You could have been anything! Wolf, or seer, or hunter or whatever. And you choose Shelob? A giant spider? Disgusting!" Malkatoj was enraged as to why her Mythomaniac would choose to be a spider. "No, no, not the spider Shelob. The other Barrow-Downer. I want to be her," Márcolië explained. "But she's not even--Oh. You make me sad. So be it...come, Abercrombie." With that, the Mod and her backup floated away from the village. "But we have to kill Márcolië!" shouted the villagers, as they stared at their disappearing Mods and forgot about DEATH. When they finally decided to pay attention, they caught her just as she disappeared from existence, completely and entirely. "But that means...if it's Shelob...it was never here in the first place?" questioned one very astute villager. Then another pointed out, "DEATH is gone...nobody can die now." "But it's not gone. It just...vanished. It's not dead...it's gone for a walk, you might say. We can still die..." ventured Holbytlass, realizing what had happened. ALIVE: Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.' Rune Son of Bjarne, Traveling Cheese Juggler Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly WaynetheGoblin. Scientist. Gurthang. Peddler. Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield. Sotty. School teacher Tar-ancalime. Crone. Eonwe. Friendly undertaker. Holbytlass, f. tanner. Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects. THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher. Kitanna. Historian. DEAD: Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1 AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1 Glirdan (ordinary) Shot with a 24-carat gold bullet on DAY one. Márcolië Lamen (Shelob/Mytho) Vanished from ever having existed in Lower Tadfield on DAY one. IT IS NOW NIGHT. Wolves, start PMing. I need a name from the wolves, the seer, the ranger and the hunter. Please remember to look over the rules in Post 1 before tomorrow, and don't post until the NIGHT's death. __________________ Now, mostly dead is slightly alive. Now, all dead...well, with all dead, there's usually only one thing that you can do--Go through his clothes and look for loose change. Last edited by malkatoj; 10-18-2005 at 07:44 PM.