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Shelob · 02-27-2006, 04:06 PM

(Once again the village is approaching the close of another day of bickering and arguing about who killed who, finally though they come to a conclusion.)

Farael: We’ve found a wolf, may we burn him?
Mormegil: We’re not killing Aiwendil…not today anyway.
Boromir88: And we’re not going to burn anyone, that can get messy.
Eomer: As compared to just lynching them, here’s an idea why don’t we crush them under a pile of rocks, then they’ve got a ready-made cairn to mark their grave, I volunteer we give it a trial run on Tar.
Aiwendil: I’m not sure we need to go that far…
Nilp: Besides, only a fool would think you were innocent now, Eomer
Formendacil: Interesting choice of words that. As it happens, the Fool did find him innocent.
Celuien: Which still doesn’t help us.
Kath: But it still seems a little too perfect doesn’t it?
Saucepan Man: But an Eomer-wolf would try to make us think that.
Eomer: Or would I?

(Thunder crashes [sorry, couldn’t help it]. The villagers are decided, the Eomer-puzzle needs to be solved now rather than causing more problems later on. They gather round him, and begin to lead him towards the gallows.)

Eomer: (unreasonably with a note of laughter) Do you really think I am a wolf?
Nilp: Ay, that you are.
Eomer: (same, and so on for the rest) And what is a wolf?
Mormegil: Why, one that swears and lies.
Eomer: And be all traitors that do so?
Saucepan Man: Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Eomer: Who must hang them?
Boromir: The honest men. Why?
Eomer: Then the wolves are fools, for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them.

(Eomer, during that last line, begins to change. His hair grows longer as does his face. He teeth become long and pointed while his nails sharpen into claws. The villagers, startled by his transformation back off rapidly and chaotically until a mostly Transformed Eomer begins to approach the largest group of startled villagers. Suddenly…)

Fomendacil: Hey, Eomer, Catch!

(Eomer turns, but not fast enough. The silver dagger Formendacil threw catches him in the small of the back. After a few minutes of writhing and unholy shrieking the Lycan terror was no more)

Glirdan: That was fortunate.
Form: Best five gold coins I ever spent, given the circumstances.

(The villagers go their separate ways and return home, saddened but hopeful. With only two wolves now perhaps they’ll stand a better chance on the following days.)

-----
Living:
Saucepan Man
Farael
Mormegil
Aiwendil
Glirdan
Formendacil
Nilpaurion Felagund
Kath
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
Anguirel (Ordinary)--Killed quite safely during NIGHT 3
Littlemanpoet (Ordinary)--Vanished during DAY 3
Garin (Ordinary)--Lynched at the end of an eventful DAY 3
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant (Ordinary)--Thus was the shepherd beaten from their side during NIGHT 4
Eomer of the Rohirrim (Werewolf)--Died without a friend, but plenty of fiends DAY 4.

02-27-2006, 04:06 PM	#409
Shelob Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: At the abysmal Abyss Mall. Posts: 276	For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf. (Once again the village is approaching the close of another day of bickering and arguing about who killed who, finally though they come to a conclusion.) Farael: We’ve found a wolf, may we burn him? Mormegil: We’re not killing Aiwendil…not today anyway. Boromir88: And we’re not going to burn anyone, that can get messy. Eomer: As compared to just lynching them, here’s an idea why don’t we crush them under a pile of rocks, then they’ve got a ready-made cairn to mark their grave, I volunteer we give it a trial run on Tar. Aiwendil: I’m not sure we need to go that far… Nilp: Besides, only a fool would think you were innocent now, Eomer Formendacil: Interesting choice of words that. As it happens, the Fool did find him innocent. Celuien: Which still doesn’t help us. Kath: But it still seems a little too perfect doesn’t it? Saucepan Man: But an Eomer-wolf would try to make us think that. Eomer: Or would I? (Thunder crashes [sorry, couldn’t help it]. The villagers are decided, the Eomer-puzzle needs to be solved now rather than causing more problems later on. They gather round him, and begin to lead him towards the gallows.) Eomer: (unreasonably with a note of laughter) Do you really think I am a wolf? Nilp: Ay, that you are. Eomer: (same, and so on for the rest) And what is a wolf? Mormegil: Why, one that swears and lies. Eomer: And be all traitors that do so? Saucepan Man: Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. Eomer: Who must hang them? Boromir: The honest men. Why? Eomer: Then the wolves are fools, for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them. (Eomer, during that last line, begins to change. His hair grows longer as does his face. He teeth become long and pointed while his nails sharpen into claws. The villagers, startled by his transformation back off rapidly and chaotically until a mostly Transformed Eomer begins to approach the largest group of startled villagers. Suddenly…) Fomendacil: Hey, Eomer, Catch! (Eomer turns, but not fast enough. The silver dagger Formendacil threw catches him in the small of the back. After a few minutes of writhing and unholy shrieking the Lycan terror was no more) Glirdan: That was fortunate. Form: Best five gold coins I ever spent, given the circumstances. (The villagers go their separate ways and return home, saddened but hopeful. With only two wolves now perhaps they’ll stand a better chance on the following days.) ----- Living: Saucepan Man Farael Mormegil Aiwendil Glirdan Formendacil Nilpaurion Felagund Kath 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 Anguirel (Ordinary)--Killed quite safely during NIGHT 3 Littlemanpoet (Ordinary)--Vanished during DAY 3 Garin (Ordinary)--Lynched at the end of an eventful DAY 3 Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant (Ordinary)--Thus was the shepherd beaten from their side during NIGHT 4 Eomer of the Rohirrim (Werewolf)--Died without a friend, but plenty of fiends DAY 4. __________________ A signature always reveals a man's character - and sometimes even his name ~Evan Esar. Pan for Everyone!