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Old 03-16-2006, 02:18 PM   #87
Mithalwen
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Mithalwen is lost in the dark paths of Moria.Mithalwen is lost in the dark paths of Moria.Mithalwen is lost in the dark paths of Moria.Mithalwen is lost in the dark paths of Moria.
In Midsomer Mawlin the day had been full of discussion, fanciful theory and changes of mind.

In his house beyond time,DEATH was uncertain until the last minute which hourglass should be placed into Binky's saddle bag and taken down to the small, English village to which he had been such a frequent visitor the year before. The task was made more difficult by the diverse origins of the residents - all this relocation played merry hell with the filing system. He had just found the hourglass of the Nordic but Francophone detective Nogrod and was looking at it in surprise when his assistant Albert brought the news. "INDEED" said Death, HIS TIME HAS NOT YET RUN OUT". This is not now my task...... send Quoth to inform the appropriate body.

Back in Midsomer Mawlin:

"Go, go gadget Gallows" Said someone sarcastically as having decided at last, they dragged Feanor to the village gibbet.

"I know I said I was a wolf - but you know me - it was a joke! I can't be a werewolf I am only a cartoon cyborg. You can't hang me!" She protested.

"Quite right "said someone else "- the duck pond would be a better option - she probably even weighs less than a duck. But if she doesn't the water will stop the mechanics and make her go soggy"

So they threw Feanor in to the pond and used Kitanna's cane to hold her down. They did not notice a small, miserable robot, robed in black and carrying a scythe.
It was Marvin, the DEATH of Borgs who stepped forward and severed the link between line and coulour, between flesh and circuits.

The villagers looked at the surface of the water carefully and released the cane. Nothing seemed to happen. Then suddenly a strange eddy appeared turning into a whirlwind of wet fur.

Oddwen with her cool, clinical mind, alone remained calm and with lethal precision
threw a silver scalpel which pierced the beast's heart. Another transformation and the cartoon Inspector was pinned to the grass.

Dead:

Mithalwen - moderator killed by werewolves on Night 1
Feanor of the Peredhil - werewolf not hanged but drowned, drawn and pinned on Day 1

Living:

AoW,B88,D18,Ff,G-g,JH,Kit,Kuru,Morm, Nog, Oddone,SR

Villagers 10 (inc Seer)
Wolves 2


Seer and surviving wolves PM me by 7.30 tomorrow at the latest. If I receive the decisons earlier, it would be a bonus for me but you are quite entitled to your full time. I apologise for the delay but it wasn't a death I was expecting!!
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