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Diamond18 · 04-30-2006, 09:01 PM

Night 4

Glirdan the Entish Tree Herder was up late that night, herding trees. Naturally. Suddenly, he heard a strange sound. It sounded like... quacking. Yes. Loud, raucous, angry quacking. Stranger yet, it was followed by the screech of a hawk. He looked up into the night air, wrinkling his Entish brow, and in the moonlight saw a strange sight.

Awful lot of strangeness going on here, I know.

Anyway, he saw two birds doing battle in the sky above, silhouetted by the full moon. “Papageno! Papageno!” cried the Hawk.

“Quack quack quack!” quacked the duck, predictably.

They circled each other, diving in and out, beating at each other with their wings and gnashing their beaks. (Though the Duck had a bill. Don’t trouble yourself with the details.) Glirdan watched the fight in fascination. He saw, to his vast surprise, the Duck pull an M16 assault rifle from its feathers, and aim the barrel at the Hawk. A hale of bullets spit forth in rapid succession, riddling the Hawk with lead.

The Hawk fell to the ground, and changed into a man. Anguirel the baritone bird catcher staggered to his feet, bleeding from multiple bullet wounds. He eyed Glirdan with malice, and dragged his broken body over to the Ent. He held forth one trembling arm, and attempted to flick on a cigarette lighter. Alas, his weakened thumb slipped and nothing happened.

Glirdan, seeing his intent, turned to flee. But, being an Ent, he moved very slowly, and Anguirel staggered after him for a few yards, flicking as he went, in an edge of your seat slow motion chase. “Hold up,” the dying Hawk wheezed, “I’ve almost got it....”

“Destroyer and usurper, curse you!” Glirdan cried, and giving up on his flight turned to stomp Anguirel into the ground.

But just as he did so, the lighter flared to life and his woody limbs caught. Anguirel watched in satisfaction as fire licked its way up the Ent’s body. Glirdan screamed in agony as the flames ate away at his flesh, and he fell to his knees as his eyeballs make icky popping noises and oozed from their sockets, mingling with his melting lips. As the life escaped him and his body blackened, Anguirel also dripped his last drop of blood, and they fell dead side by side.

The Wereduck flew away, laughing to itself.

~~~~~~~~~

Day 4

The villagers found the charred remains of Glirdan and the holey body of Anguirel the next day. The bugs had already gotten to the corpses, and the flies and termites were having a grand feast. The villagers turned away and relieved themselves of their breakfast. Then the talk of vengeance began anew.

~~~~~~~~~

~ 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
Sleepy Ranger the Exiled Jedi Master ~ Villager ~ Not dead, but departed with a droid on Day 3
JennyHallu the Halfling Mountaintop Guru ~ Wereduck ~ Pitchforked to death on Day 3
Anguirel the Baritone Bird Catcher ~ Hawk ~ Gunned down with an M16 on Night 4
Glirdan the Entish Tree Herder ~ Villager ~ Consumed by flames from the Hawk’s cigarette lighter on Night 4

~ The Living ~

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
Lote22 the Elven Igloo Maker

04-30-2006, 09:01 PM	#407
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	Night 4 Glirdan the Entish Tree Herder was up late that night, herding trees. Naturally. Suddenly, he heard a strange sound. It sounded like... quacking. Yes. Loud, raucous, angry quacking. Stranger yet, it was followed by the screech of a hawk. He looked up into the night air, wrinkling his Entish brow, and in the moonlight saw a strange sight. Awful lot of strangeness going on here, I know. Anyway, he saw two birds doing battle in the sky above, silhouetted by the full moon. “Papageno! Papageno!” cried the Hawk. “Quack quack quack!” quacked the duck, predictably. They circled each other, diving in and out, beating at each other with their wings and gnashing their beaks. (Though the Duck had a bill. Don’t trouble yourself with the details.) Glirdan watched the fight in fascination. He saw, to his vast surprise, the Duck pull an M16 assault rifle from its feathers, and aim the barrel at the Hawk. A hale of bullets spit forth in rapid succession, riddling the Hawk with lead. The Hawk fell to the ground, and changed into a man. Anguirel the baritone bird catcher staggered to his feet, bleeding from multiple bullet wounds. He eyed Glirdan with malice, and dragged his broken body over to the Ent. He held forth one trembling arm, and attempted to flick on a cigarette lighter. Alas, his weakened thumb slipped and nothing happened. Glirdan, seeing his intent, turned to flee. But, being an Ent, he moved very slowly, and Anguirel staggered after him for a few yards, flicking as he went, in an edge of your seat slow motion chase. “Hold up,” the dying Hawk wheezed, “I’ve almost got it....” “Destroyer and usurper, curse you!” Glirdan cried, and giving up on his flight turned to stomp Anguirel into the ground. But just as he did so, the lighter flared to life and his woody limbs caught. Anguirel watched in satisfaction as fire licked its way up the Ent’s body. Glirdan screamed in agony as the flames ate away at his flesh, and he fell to his knees as his eyeballs make icky popping noises and oozed from their sockets, mingling with his melting lips. As the life escaped him and his body blackened, Anguirel also dripped his last drop of blood, and they fell dead side by side. The Wereduck flew away, laughing to itself. ~~~~~~~~~ Day 4 The villagers found the charred remains of Glirdan and the holey body of Anguirel the next day. The bugs had already gotten to the corpses, and the flies and termites were having a grand feast. The villagers turned away and relieved themselves of their breakfast. Then the talk of vengeance began anew. ~~~~~~~~~ ~ 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 Sleepy Ranger the Exiled Jedi Master ~ Villager ~ Not dead, but departed with a droid on Day 3 JennyHallu the Halfling Mountaintop Guru ~ Wereduck ~ Pitchforked to death on Day 3 Anguirel the Baritone Bird Catcher ~ Hawk ~ Gunned down with an M16 on Night 4 Glirdan the Entish Tree Herder ~ Villager ~ Consumed by flames from the Hawk’s cigarette lighter on Night 4 ~ The Living ~ 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 Lote22 the Elven Igloo Maker __________________ All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression. Last edited by Diamond18; 04-30-2006 at 09:07 PM.