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Diamond18 · 04-28-2006, 09:04 PM

The villagers rose from their beds the next morning, with feelings of mingled dread and anticipation. They gathered together and did a head count, an arm count, a leg count, and a nose, mouth, eye, toe and finger count.

The heads, noses, and mouths numbered 13 each; the arms, legs, and eyes numbered 26 each; and the fingers and toes numbered 254 in total. (It turned out that Saucepan Orc, due to bad hygiene, had suffered the loss of some digits which had rotted and fallen off. )

But I digress.

This number revealed that one amongst them was missing. Lalaith had not come out to join the others in the town square (which was technically a trapezoid in shape). So they went, in trepidation, to the chubb fuddler’s house.

Nothing seemed amiss, at first. The door was not locked, but did not seem tampered with either. When they opened it, a delicious aroma wafted up their nostrils, and their tummies rumbled as one, for they had not yet had their breakfast.

The house was empty, but they followed the tantalizing scent to the kitchen, where they found a pot simmering over the stove. One of them noticed a note taped to the lid. It read:

You must be hungry from all that killing you’ve been doing. Have some leftover Lalaith for breakfast.

Horrified, the villagers recoiled from the bubbling stew, cursing their rumbling tummies. But they had to admit, Lal did smell really good.....

~~~~~~~~~

No sooner had they made this discovery, than a messenger arrived for Roa Aoife, calling her away to rejoin her regiment, which was doing battle with gigantic were-rabbits in the south. Loyal batwoman that she was, she rushed to rejoin her officer, wishing the villagers the best of luck.

~~~~~~~~~

~ The Dead ~

Diamond Took, the Halfling Poet ~ Villager ~ Pecked to death on Night 1
Nilpaurion Felagund the Elven Pigeon-Summoning Ninja ~ Wereduck ~ Waxed on, waxed off on Day 1
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant the Spider Loving Orcish Astronaut ~ Wereduck ~ Stuffed full of spiders and choked to death on Day 2
Elu Ancalime the Didgeridoo Dwarf ~ Villager ~ Struck by Mod Fire from above on Day 2
Lalaith the Halfling Chubb Fuddler ~ Villager ~ Boiled, mashed, and cooked in a stew on Night 3
Roa Aoife the Batwoman ~ Villager ~ Not dead, but rejoined her regiment on Day 3

~ The Living ~

Anguirel the Baritone Bird Catcher
Mithalwen the Elven Saggar Maker's Bottom Knocker
Saucepan Man the Orcish Scarecrow
Mormegil the Elven Idleman
Valier the Dwarven Millet Spray Picker
Nogrod the Dwarven Personal Fitness Instructor
Kath the Rainbow Catcher
Cailín the Bird-portraitist
Glirdan the Entish Tree Herder
Lote22 the Elven Igloo Maker
JennyHallu the Halfling Mountaintop Guru
Sleepy Ranger the Exiled Jedi Master

04-28-2006, 09:04 PM	#304
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	Day 3 The villagers rose from their beds the next morning, with feelings of mingled dread and anticipation. They gathered together and did a head count, an arm count, a leg count, and a nose, mouth, eye, toe and finger count. The heads, noses, and mouths numbered 13 each; the arms, legs, and eyes numbered 26 each; and the fingers and toes numbered 254 in total. (It turned out that Saucepan Orc, due to bad hygiene, had suffered the loss of some digits which had rotted and fallen off. ) But I digress. This number revealed that one amongst them was missing. Lalaith had not come out to join the others in the town square (which was technically a trapezoid in shape). So they went, in trepidation, to the chubb fuddler’s house. Nothing seemed amiss, at first. The door was not locked, but did not seem tampered with either. When they opened it, a delicious aroma wafted up their nostrils, and their tummies rumbled as one, for they had not yet had their breakfast. The house was empty, but they followed the tantalizing scent to the kitchen, where they found a pot simmering over the stove. One of them noticed a note taped to the lid. It read: You must be hungry from all that killing you’ve been doing. Have some leftover Lalaith for breakfast. Horrified, the villagers recoiled from the bubbling stew, cursing their rumbling tummies. But they had to admit, Lal did smell really good..... ~~~~~~~~~ No sooner had they made this discovery, than a messenger arrived for Roa Aoife, calling her away to rejoin her regiment, which was doing battle with gigantic were-rabbits in the south. Loyal batwoman that she was, she rushed to rejoin her officer, wishing the villagers the best of luck. ~~~~~~~~~ ~ The Dead ~ Diamond Took, the Halfling Poet ~ Villager ~ Pecked to death on Night 1 Nilpaurion Felagund the Elven Pigeon-Summoning Ninja ~ Wereduck ~ Waxed on, waxed off on Day 1 Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant the Spider Loving Orcish Astronaut ~ Wereduck ~ Stuffed full of spiders and choked to death on Day 2 Elu Ancalime the Didgeridoo Dwarf ~ Villager ~ Struck by Mod Fire from above on Day 2 Lalaith the Halfling Chubb Fuddler ~ Villager ~ Boiled, mashed, and cooked in a stew on Night 3 Roa Aoife the Batwoman ~ Villager ~ Not dead, but rejoined her regiment on Day 3 ~ The Living ~ Anguirel the Baritone Bird Catcher Mithalwen the Elven Saggar Maker's Bottom Knocker Saucepan Man the Orcish Scarecrow Mormegil the Elven Idleman Valier the Dwarven Millet Spray Picker Nogrod the Dwarven Personal Fitness Instructor Kath the Rainbow Catcher Cailín the Bird-portraitist Glirdan the Entish Tree Herder Lote22 the Elven Igloo Maker JennyHallu the Halfling Mountaintop Guru Sleepy Ranger the Exiled Jedi Master __________________ All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.