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Shelob · 02-23-2006, 04:04 PM

(The villagers are gathered in the square, they’ve been talking and arguing all day. For all that though no one has really lost their temper…yet…)

Saucepan Man: We’ve been talking all day, have we come to any conclusions?
Nilp: Yep, things still smell Fishy.
Glirdan: But nothing smells fishier than our dear Princess Lhuna.
Celuien: I don’t know, Garin’s smelling rather fishy himself.
Lhuna: Could you people find a new joke, I’m getting really sick of that one.
Eomer: Perhaps "Cod" will inspire them?
Boromir88: Come on people, do we have a majority?
Anguirel: (looking up from where he’s been tallying votes) We do, the majority goes to Lhuna. Looks like it’s time for us settle her account.
Lhuna: You too? Well fine, I’ve had enough of your bad puns and I don’t see why I should put up with it any longer.

(Lhuna goes to leave, she heads towards the river. The villagers watch her for a moment before heading after her. The scene switches from the central square to the river bank, Lhuna is nowhere in sight)

Nilp: (calling) Lhuna, where are you?
Dancing Spawn: (having spotted something in the river) Umm…
Formendacil: How now, sweet shepherd?
Dancing Spawn: One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow; dear Lhuna’s drown'd.
Everyone Else: Drown'd! O, where?
Dancing Spawn: (pointing) You see that willow, growing aslant our brook? She must have tried to climb it, you can see where a branch broke…
Garin: But was she innocent? She still could have been a wolf…
Littlemanpoet: You think a werewolf would have fallen and drowned?
Mormegil: No, she was innocent…but it is strange that the one we’d chosen to die should suffer a fatal accident, there’s something strange about this village.
Tar-Ancalime: Fishy even.
Kath: I think I’ll have to agree with Lhuna on one thing though, there are too many bad puns surrounding this whole, hairy buisness

(The villagers disperse, after rescuing Lhuna’s corpse from the river of course. The valley darks, while the wolves and remaining Gifted prepare for another NIGHT of action.)

-----
Living:
Saucepan Man
Farael
Mormegil
Aiwendil
Glirdan
Formendacil
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant
Nilpaurion Felagund
Eomer of the Rohirrim
Littlemanpoet
Kath
Garin
Anguirel
Celuien
Tar-Ancalime
Boromir88

Dead:
Shelob (Mod)--Killed by wolves on NIGHT 1
Abercrombie (Mod)--Killed while Yeti-Spotting on NIGHT 1
Gil-Galad (Ordinary)--Lynched at the close of DAY 1
Holbytlass (True Seer)--Gloucester-ized and welled on NIGHT 2
Lhunardawen (Ordinary)--Drown’d a muddy death upon DAY 2

NIGHT 3 has begun, you know the spiel.

02-23-2006, 04:04 PM	#219
Shelob Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: At the abysmal Abyss Mall. Posts: 276	Too much of water hast thou, poor Lhunardawen. (The villagers are gathered in the square, they’ve been talking and arguing all day. For all that though no one has really lost their temper…yet…) Saucepan Man: We’ve been talking all day, have we come to any conclusions? Nilp: Yep, things still smell Fishy. Glirdan: But nothing smells fishier than our dear Princess Lhuna. Celuien: I don’t know, Garin’s smelling rather fishy himself. Lhuna: Could you people find a new joke, I’m getting really sick of that one. Eomer: Perhaps "Cod" will inspire them? Boromir88: Come on people, do we have a majority? Anguirel: (looking up from where he’s been tallying votes) We do, the majority goes to Lhuna. Looks like it’s time for us settle her account. Lhuna: You too? Well fine, I’ve had enough of your bad puns and I don’t see why I should put up with it any longer. (Lhuna goes to leave, she heads towards the river. The villagers watch her for a moment before heading after her. The scene switches from the central square to the river bank, Lhuna is nowhere in sight) Nilp: (calling) Lhuna, where are you? Dancing Spawn: (having spotted something in the river) Umm… Formendacil: How now, sweet shepherd? Dancing Spawn: One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow; dear Lhuna’s drown'd. Everyone Else: Drown'd! O, where? Dancing Spawn: (pointing) You see that willow, growing aslant our brook? She must have tried to climb it, you can see where a branch broke… Garin: But was she innocent? She still could have been a wolf… Littlemanpoet: You think a werewolf would have fallen and drowned? Mormegil: No, she was innocent…but it is strange that the one we’d chosen to die should suffer a fatal accident, there’s something strange about this village. Tar-Ancalime: Fishy even. Kath: I think I’ll have to agree with Lhuna on one thing though, there are too many bad puns surrounding this whole, hairy buisness (The villagers disperse, after rescuing Lhuna’s corpse from the river of course. The valley darks, while the wolves and remaining Gifted prepare for another NIGHT of action.) ----- Living: Saucepan Man Farael Mormegil Aiwendil Glirdan Formendacil Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant Nilpaurion Felagund Eomer of the Rohirrim Littlemanpoet Kath Garin Anguirel Celuien Tar-Ancalime Boromir88 Dead: Shelob (Mod)--Killed by wolves on NIGHT 1 Abercrombie (Mod)--Killed while Yeti-Spotting on NIGHT 1 Gil-Galad (Ordinary)--Lynched at the close of DAY 1 Holbytlass (True Seer)--Gloucester-ized and welled on NIGHT 2 Lhunardawen (Ordinary)--Drown’d a muddy death upon DAY 2 NIGHT 3 has begun, you know the spiel. __________________ A signature always reveals a man's character - and sometimes even his name ~Evan Esar. Pan for Everyone! Last edited by Shelob; 02-23-2006 at 04:26 PM.