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malkatoj · 10-19-2005, 07:12 PM

It was a long, cold night in Lower Tadfield. As day broke, the villagers stretched their arms and rubbed their sleepless eyes. Each one had his fair share of stumbling into walls from being too tired, and some just outright fell asleep. Alas, they were too nervous to stay that way. They knew that a werewolf attack could occur at any time.

The villagers gathered in the town square and began to count. Due to everyone’s constant falling asleep and being bleary-eyed to the extent that they couldn’t see correctly, nobody really got a straight count until finally Hiriel found a solution: “Does anyone have coffee?” he asked. When he saw the blank looks on everyone’s faces, he understood that no, the village was severely lacking in this food staple.

After a little chatting (and snoring) about where to get coffee, or really anything that would wake them up, Sleepy Ranger remembered something. “Guys…that, you know, that guy I was with. With the cart and all…selling stuff…Gurthang. He’s a peddler, right? Who’s to say he can’t sell coffee?” Sleepy Ranger was of course used to needing to wake up, so the villagers listened to him.

Sleepy led the way to Gurthang’s cart, getting a little lost on the way. Everyone was alert in only one aspect: wolves—any movements made by anyone else caught their attention, and when they realized that it wasn’t a wolf, the fell back into their stupor.

Finally they arrived at the cart. A friendly face greeted them, as always, from inside and the villagers started ordering their coffee. But the friendly face did not change. WaynetheGoblin grabbed a long stick and poked Gurthang’s face—was he asleep like the rest of them? Sleepy walked to the back of the cart and opened up the door. As soon as it was fully open, Gurthang’s body fell to the ground. Sleepy called the other villagers over to look.

“Wolves,” said THE Ka, settling the wolf-Balrog dilemma. “Look,” she continued, pointing at a distinct paw print on Gurthang’s shoulder.

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.
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.
Gurthang (ordinary) Mauled by werewolves on NIGHT two.

IT IS NOW DAY. I shall expect your votes in in 24 hours' time (9:00 GMT-5). Remember: Any names mentioned in the death have nothing to do with anything unless they're the ones dying.

10-19-2005, 07:12 PM	#80
malkatoj Wight Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A hovel in Florin Posts: 173	Coffee It was a long, cold night in Lower Tadfield. As day broke, the villagers stretched their arms and rubbed their sleepless eyes. Each one had his fair share of stumbling into walls from being too tired, and some just outright fell asleep. Alas, they were too nervous to stay that way. They knew that a werewolf attack could occur at any time. The villagers gathered in the town square and began to count. Due to everyone’s constant falling asleep and being bleary-eyed to the extent that they couldn’t see correctly, nobody really got a straight count until finally Hiriel found a solution: “Does anyone have coffee?” he asked. When he saw the blank looks on everyone’s faces, he understood that no, the village was severely lacking in this food staple. After a little chatting (and snoring) about where to get coffee, or really anything that would wake them up, Sleepy Ranger remembered something. “Guys…that, you know, that guy I was with. With the cart and all…selling stuff…Gurthang. He’s a peddler, right? Who’s to say he can’t sell coffee?” Sleepy Ranger was of course used to needing to wake up, so the villagers listened to him. Sleepy led the way to Gurthang’s cart, getting a little lost on the way. Everyone was alert in only one aspect: wolves—any movements made by anyone else caught their attention, and when they realized that it wasn’t a wolf, the fell back into their stupor. Finally they arrived at the cart. A friendly face greeted them, as always, from inside and the villagers started ordering their coffee. But the friendly face did not change. WaynetheGoblin grabbed a long stick and poked Gurthang’s face—was he asleep like the rest of them? Sleepy walked to the back of the cart and opened up the door. As soon as it was fully open, Gurthang’s body fell to the ground. Sleepy called the other villagers over to look. “Wolves,” said THE Ka, settling the wolf-Balrog dilemma. “Look,” she continued, pointing at a distinct paw print on Gurthang’s shoulder. 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. 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. Gurthang (ordinary) Mauled by werewolves on NIGHT two. IT IS NOW DAY. I shall expect your votes in in 24 hours' time (9:00 GMT-5). Remember: Any names mentioned in the death have nothing to do with anything unless they're the ones dying. __________________ 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.