It was a night of confusion for all involved. The villagers assembled as always and found that the hermit, Eonwe was not amoung them. The few that remained headed toward Eonwe’s house on the outskirts of town.
Eonwe was nowhere to be found, but a feast had been laid out for them. A note on the table simply stated, “For my friends”. At first no one spoke, Elu Ancalime went to search the rest of the house while the other four eyed the feast.
“It sure smells good,” Valier stated.
Gandalf nodded and picked up a plate. He helped himself to a delicious looking piece of meat. The others each picked up a plate and watched nervously as Gandalf took a bite. “Well, it tastes fine.”
Elu burst into the room, “Don’t eat any more of that!”
“Why not?” Mithalwen inquired.
“Because that feast is Eonwe!”
All eyes turned to Gandalf who was turning a lovely shade of green. He quickly ran out and proceeded to vomit up the bits of Eonwe he had just ingested.
LIVING
Firefoot ~ Person who runs the stables
Valier ~ Dance instructor
Elu Ancalime ~ Brass Musician
Gandalf_the _white ~ Magician
Mithalwen ~ Baker/confectioner
DEAD
Kitanna (mod)~ Stabbed with a letter opener on Night One
Wilwarin (hunter)~ Flogged to death on Day One
Thinlómien (ordo) ~ Dropped dead from fright on Night Two
Sleepy Ranger (ordo) ~ Eaten by penguins on Day Two
Folwren (ranger) ~ Sewed shut and run through on Night Three
Roa_Aoife (werewolf) ~ Tortured Prometheus style on Day Three
Nogrod (seer) ~ Beheaded and made an example of on Night Four
JennyHallu (ordo) ~ Burned at the stake on Day Four
Eonwe (ordo) ~ Made into a feast on Night Five
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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