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dancing spawn of ungoliant · 11-08-2005, 03:00 PM

"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh I believe in Yesterday
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be"

The villagers woke up that morning feeling as cheerful as a burned pancake, and reluctantly they strolled to the village square. It didn't take long to notice that there were only 13 residents left in Shamville, and the local lorekeeper was the one to be missing.

As one man (and a dog) the villagers hurried to Kuruharan's cottage. They didn't bother to knock but rushed in right away. The very moment when the villagers stepped over the threshold, a sickening smell puffed to greet them. Taken aback, the lot followed the stench to Kuruharan's kitchen, where an X-rated sight met their eyes.

Kuruharan laid on the floor in such condition that the villagers hardly recognised him. Huge chunks of flesh had been rended from his face and body, his stomach had been slashed open and his internal organs had been piled up on the kitchen table. A blood-stained book of folklore laid open next to the organs. "Chapter 13, traditional foods", the villagers read. "Haggis - a large spherical sausage. Haggis is made by stuffing a sheep's or other animal's stomach lining with a minced mixture of organs. Take the heart, lungs, liver and kidneys of the animal, chop them up, add suet, onions, oatmeal, cayenne pepper..." Realizing the wolves' ghastly cooking attempt and bad sense of humour, the villagers left the death-reeking house and went to get some breakfast.

Living:
Anguirel - jester
Celuien - luthier
Eonwe - militiaman
Firefoot - traveller who has a dog
Glirdan - undead with Michael Jackson's nose
Kath - writer
Kitanna - goat herder
Lalaith - goosegirl
littlemanpoet - village undertaker
Meneltarmacil - dinosaur researcher/ fossil hunter
tar-ancalime - charlatan
WaynetheGoblin - goldsmith
Wilwarin538 - official town daydreamer

Dead:
dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1
Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1
Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2

Score:
Villagers: 13
Wolves: 3

It is now Day 2. Wolves, stop PMing, please. Villagers, you know your job. Have a nice Day. It ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT.

11-08-2005, 03:00 PM	#97
dancing spawn of ungoliant Mischievous Candle Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: So near to Russia, so far from Japan, quite a long way from Cairo, lots of miles from Vietnam. Posts: 1,234	Day 2 "Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh I believe in Yesterday Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be" The villagers woke up that morning feeling as cheerful as a burned pancake, and reluctantly they strolled to the village square. It didn't take long to notice that there were only 13 residents left in Shamville, and the local lorekeeper was the one to be missing. As one man (and a dog) the villagers hurried to Kuruharan's cottage. They didn't bother to knock but rushed in right away. The very moment when the villagers stepped over the threshold, a sickening smell puffed to greet them. Taken aback, the lot followed the stench to Kuruharan's kitchen, where an X-rated sight met their eyes. Kuruharan laid on the floor in such condition that the villagers hardly recognised him. Huge chunks of flesh had been rended from his face and body, his stomach had been slashed open and his internal organs had been piled up on the kitchen table. A blood-stained book of folklore laid open next to the organs. "Chapter 13, traditional foods", the villagers read. "Haggis - a large spherical sausage. Haggis is made by stuffing a sheep's or other animal's stomach lining with a minced mixture of organs. Take the heart, lungs, liver and kidneys of the animal, chop them up, add suet, onions, oatmeal, cayenne pepper..." Realizing the wolves' ghastly cooking attempt and bad sense of humour, the villagers left the death-reeking house and went to get some breakfast. Living: Anguirel - jester Celuien - luthier Eonwe - militiaman Firefoot - traveller who has a dog Glirdan - undead with Michael Jackson's nose Kath - writer Kitanna - goat herder Lalaith - goosegirl littlemanpoet - village undertaker Meneltarmacil - dinosaur researcher/ fossil hunter tar-ancalime - charlatan WaynetheGoblin - goldsmith Wilwarin538 - official town daydreamer Dead: dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1 Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1 Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2 Score: Villagers: 13 Wolves: 3 It is now Day 2. Wolves, stop PMing, please. Villagers, you know your job. Have a nice Day. It ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT.