The Battle of the Bands had started of with a bang. People had come in hundreds to see the event. The Snowy Wolf Tavern was filled up in barely an hour, the rest took to setting up camp near by. The first day had started. The fourteen performers gave it their all and were met by a very encouraging round of applause.
Sleepy Cowell however was very critical of all of them and declared then that none of them looked good enough to win this and would have to work on their act if they hoped to be even half-way respectable.
His comments were treated to a large round of boos from the audience as the fourteen looked at him dis-heartened. Night fell, everyone returned to their quarters but when the morning came... the mood changed completely. Nobody had expected something like this to occur. Everyone (apart from the conetstants) took to running away. In under an hour the only occupants of the area were the fourteen musicians and
Sleepy Cowell. One of them no longer drew breath.
The crowd had awoken to a shocking scene. In the lobby, where once hung a rather fierce looking wolf now hung the severed head of
Sleepy Cowell and under the head lay a headless body, unmistakeably his. Pinned under the head and above the body was a note. It read,
Sleepy Cowell, thank you for picking us but you are no longer needed. We are already the greatest musicians in the world and the rest of you are just thorns in our side. The three of us will make sure that you thorns are soon extracted and thrown aside. One by one you will all be picked off. There is no escape, a magical barrier guards the way out. Nobody can enter, nobody can leave. Embrace your fate.
A strange and uneasy silence hung over the musicians. There were three amongst them who had given dirty play a whole new meaning. They looked from one another. "Maybe a bit of fresh air would help clear our minds!" a voice spoke up. Nobody relpied yet they all did step outside. They made their way to the large shell where they had performed earlier. Lo behold! Here there was another note,
Greetings musicians,
You need not worry. Yes, there are those amongst you who wish to cause you harm but keep cool. Stay in the shell during the day, you can not come to any harm here. At night I'm afraid the shell loses it's power and you will have to retreat back to the Tavern. It's up to you to come up with a way to get out of this, to prove you really are amongst the greatest musicians to have ever hummed a tune. It's up to you to keep the spirit of music alive!
Yours Instrumentally,
The Phantom of the Battle-O-Bands
The day had begun. Eyes met, the battle of the bands may have started yesterday but yesterday was just a teaser. The true battle had just begun!
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Day 1
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Dead
Sleepy Cowell (Mod) - Beheaded and mounted on a wall.
Alive
Menelteramacil
Glirdan
Macalaure
Diamond18
THE Ka
Thinlomien
Celuien
Eonwe
Nogrod
Durelin
Boromir88
Folwren
Volo
Rune