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Alcarillo · 12-11-2005, 06:07 PM

The votes were counted up, and Lhuna was fated to die that day. The villagers tied her up with itchy rope, and discussed how she should be killed.

"The wolves beheaded the Saucepan Man, so let's behead Lhuna!" Holby the butcher suggested. "Huzzah!" cried everybody else (besides Lhuna), eager to try a new method of execution. The villagers surrounded her bound and gagged body, and hoisted her into the air. The villagers knew there was a large block of stone in the old warehouse, the perfect place to rest a wolvish neck.

The old warehouse stood at the edge of the buildings lining the harbor. It was a grim, stone building with slimy fungus growing on the walls. Inside, rusty steel rafters supported a leaky roof. Stacks of ancient crates rotted at the edges of the great space. Spiders made their webs high up in the rafters or in the corners and eaves. In the center of the ceiling was a grimy skylight, covered with dirt and bird droppings. A shaft of pale light spilled from it, and illuminated a giant block of white stone in the middle of the floor. The villagers knelt Lhuna's bound body at this stone, her head leaning over its cold, hard surface. Morm and Fordim ventured outside to the old tool shed, and returned bearing a variety of rusty axes. The villagers swung these through the air menacingly, testing their weights and chopping ability. They selected one: a cruel, blackish, rusted farm tool, used for hacking apart firewood. Holby, as the town butcher, was chosen to perform the execution. After Lhuna was blind-folded, Holby took her place beside the white block. She raised the cruel axe in the air.

What happened? How did I fail Alcarillo? Lhuna thought, How have the wolves turned the village against their only protection?

The axe swung downwards, striking Lhuna's neck. SWAAATHING! Blood splattered the white stone and Lhuna's head bounced across the dirty floor and into the shadows of the warehouse. Her headless body slumped to one side, and fell onto the floor. One could see the sheath of a sword poking out from under her dress. The villagers retrieved this sword. Their faces grew pale as they realized that this was the sword of an Elf-friend.

* * * * *

Dead
Alcarillo – mod - impaled upon his own sword – NIGHT 1
dancing spawn of ungoliant – werewolf – pushed off the cliffs and into the sea – DAY 1
Jack – seer – toasted and roasted in forge – NIGHT 2
Rune son of Bjarne – ordinary – burnt at the stake – DAY 2
Gurthang – ordinary – slain in naval engagement – DAY 2
Wilwarin538 – ordinary – killed with fiddle-strings – NIGHT 3
WaynetheGoblin – ordinary – burnt at Gurthang's stake – DAY 3
The Saucepan Man – ordinary – dismembered – NIGHT 4
Lhunardawen – ranger – beheaded – DAY 4

Living
Aiwendil – retired tutor
Boromir88 – crab farmer
Fordim Hedgethistle – lithesome and non-unionized pearl diver
Formendacil – disgruntled office clerk
Holbytlass – butcher
Kath – bum
Mormegil - repairman specializing in ships and docks

It is now NIGHT 5. Werewolves my PM each other. Hunter, PM me. And villagers, go to sleep.

12-11-2005, 06:07 PM	#270
Alcarillo Shadow of the Past Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minas Mor-go Posts: 1,007	Day 4 The votes were counted up, and Lhuna was fated to die that day. The villagers tied her up with itchy rope, and discussed how she should be killed. "The wolves beheaded the Saucepan Man, so let's behead Lhuna!" Holby the butcher suggested. "Huzzah!" cried everybody else (besides Lhuna), eager to try a new method of execution. The villagers surrounded her bound and gagged body, and hoisted her into the air. The villagers knew there was a large block of stone in the old warehouse, the perfect place to rest a wolvish neck. The old warehouse stood at the edge of the buildings lining the harbor. It was a grim, stone building with slimy fungus growing on the walls. Inside, rusty steel rafters supported a leaky roof. Stacks of ancient crates rotted at the edges of the great space. Spiders made their webs high up in the rafters or in the corners and eaves. In the center of the ceiling was a grimy skylight, covered with dirt and bird droppings. A shaft of pale light spilled from it, and illuminated a giant block of white stone in the middle of the floor. The villagers knelt Lhuna's bound body at this stone, her head leaning over its cold, hard surface. Morm and Fordim ventured outside to the old tool shed, and returned bearing a variety of rusty axes. The villagers swung these through the air menacingly, testing their weights and chopping ability. They selected one: a cruel, blackish, rusted farm tool, used for hacking apart firewood. Holby, as the town butcher, was chosen to perform the execution. After Lhuna was blind-folded, Holby took her place beside the white block. She raised the cruel axe in the air. What happened? How did I fail Alcarillo? Lhuna thought, How have the wolves turned the village against their only protection? The axe swung downwards, striking Lhuna's neck. SWAAATHING! Blood splattered the white stone and Lhuna's head bounced across the dirty floor and into the shadows of the warehouse. Her headless body slumped to one side, and fell onto the floor. One could see the sheath of a sword poking out from under her dress. The villagers retrieved this sword. Their faces grew pale as they realized that this was the sword of an Elf-friend. * * * * * Dead Alcarillo – mod - impaled upon his own sword – NIGHT 1 dancing spawn of ungoliant – werewolf – pushed off the cliffs and into the sea – DAY 1 Jack – seer – toasted and roasted in forge – NIGHT 2 Rune son of Bjarne – ordinary – burnt at the stake – DAY 2 Gurthang – ordinary – slain in naval engagement – DAY 2 Wilwarin538 – ordinary – killed with fiddle-strings – NIGHT 3 WaynetheGoblin – ordinary – burnt at Gurthang's stake – DAY 3 The Saucepan Man – ordinary – dismembered – NIGHT 4 Lhunardawen – ranger – beheaded – DAY 4 Living Aiwendil – retired tutor Boromir88 – crab farmer Fordim Hedgethistle – lithesome and non-unionized pearl diver Formendacil – disgruntled office clerk Holbytlass – butcher Kath – bum Mormegil - repairman specializing in ships and docks It is now NIGHT 5. Werewolves my PM each other. Hunter, PM me. And villagers, go to sleep. Last edited by Alcarillo; 12-11-2005 at 06:33 PM.