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Nilpaurion Felagund · 03-17-2006, 11:41 PM

The village decided that Eonwe's antics was much too confusing for a village infested with Werewolves, and so they decided to kill the newcomer toDAY.

'So, how do we kill him?' asked Lhunardawen. Thunder rumbled. A few of the villagers looked up. Dark clouds were gathering in the mountaintop.

'I say we leave him up there in the mountain,' Glirdan suggested. 'If lightning strikes him, then he must be a Werewolf being punished by the Mod God.' The others nodded assent.

Caranlondien took her axe, tar-ancalime her broom, Eomer his clarinet, lmp his heavy hammer, and together they prodded the poor wayfaring stranger to the foot of the mountain.

The clouds have left the mountain, and now they approached Eonwe.

'He'll be struck by lightning!' Valier said anxiously. 'We found our first Werewolf!'

The clouds were now exactly overhead the lynchee. The lightnings struck the ground once, twice, many times, until finally, the Mod God tired of playing with the victim and sent a bolt at him.

After the shock, Eonwe still managed to stagger to the ground.

'He's going to transform now!' said lmp. 'Stand back, everybody!'

But he didn't.

'I'm okay,' he said. 'Can anyone get me a glass of water?'

The Mod God frowned. He had not killed the lynch victim on his first attempt. He sent another bolt, this time a stronger one.

After the second strike nothing was left of Eonwe but dust and ashes.

The scroll of the census was changed:

Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT.
Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY.
Anguirel, an Ordinary Villager, was massacred by were-hedgehogs on the second NIGHT.
Eonwe, an Ordinary Villager, was struck by lightning, struck by lightning! on the second DAY.

Those alive are:

dancing spawn of ungoliant, a laundress
Kath, a turtle-farmer
Lhunardawen, a Dark Elf (literally)
Caranlondien, a lumberjack
tar-ancalime, a witch
Cailín, the town gossip
Celuien, a psychiatrist
Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth
Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer
Lalaith, a rich young widow
Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker
Formendacil, an unemployed person
littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter
Glirdan, an unemployed person
Farael, an escaped mental asylum internee who suffers from chronic suicidal tendency and conspiracy theories
Eomer of the Rohirrim, the royal musician
Gurthang, an arrowsmith
the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman
SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager

03-17-2006, 11:41 PM	#282
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	The second NIGHT comes. The village decided that Eonwe's antics was much too confusing for a village infested with Werewolves, and so they decided to kill the newcomer toDAY. 'So, how do we kill him?' asked Lhunardawen. Thunder rumbled. A few of the villagers looked up. Dark clouds were gathering in the mountaintop. 'I say we leave him up there in the mountain,' Glirdan suggested. 'If lightning strikes him, then he must be a Werewolf being punished by the Mod God.' The others nodded assent. Caranlondien took her axe, tar-ancalime her broom, Eomer his clarinet, lmp his heavy hammer, and together they prodded the poor wayfaring stranger to the foot of the mountain. The clouds have left the mountain, and now they approached Eonwe. 'He'll be struck by lightning!' Valier said anxiously. 'We found our first Werewolf!' The clouds were now exactly overhead the lynchee. The lightnings struck the ground once, twice, many times, until finally, the Mod God tired of playing with the victim and sent a bolt at him. After the shock, Eonwe still managed to stagger to the ground. 'He's going to transform now!' said lmp. 'Stand back, everybody!' But he didn't. 'I'm okay,' he said. 'Can anyone get me a glass of water?' The Mod God frowned. He had not killed the lynch victim on his first attempt. He sent another bolt, this time a stronger one. After the second strike nothing was left of Eonwe but dust and ashes. The scroll of the census was changed: Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT. Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY. Anguirel, an Ordinary Villager, was massacred by were-hedgehogs on the second NIGHT. Eonwe, an Ordinary Villager, was struck by lightning, struck by lightning! on the second DAY. Those alive are: dancing spawn of ungoliant, a laundress Kath, a turtle-farmer Lhunardawen, a Dark Elf (literally) Caranlondien, a lumberjack tar-ancalime, a witch Cailín, the town gossip Celuien, a psychiatrist Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer Lalaith, a rich young widow Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker Formendacil, an unemployed person littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter Glirdan, an unemployed person Farael, an escaped mental asylum internee who suffers from chronic suicidal tendency and conspiracy theories Eomer of the Rohirrim, the royal musician Gurthang, an arrowsmith the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager __________________ フェンリス鴨 (Fenrisu Kamo) The plot, cut, defeated. I intend to copy this sig forever - so far so good... Last edited by Nilpaurion Felagund; 03-21-2006 at 02:43 AM.