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Kath · 04-27-2007, 08:00 AM

A long half-a-period had ended, the three Vampires were all fed up with the whole business. Their meeting place was on top of the highest tower. With their unnaturally good eyesight they could see all Kaimoir. The place the Men chose to sleep in was well lit with torches brought from above.

”Hmph, they don’t seem to believe Enhilion’s calming words about no monsters living here. His kindness killed him, because of that”, Lossenatar said.

Firithhyando cursed in the usual calm manner, ”Chort ih vozmi. Dear Hilly, why did you have to do it… The only consolation is that Hilly may still be somewhere around, his body is alive. Hey Num, cheer up, our plan is working after all”.

The usually strong willed Numundo was indeed weeping. Numundo turned towards Firithhyando and snapped, ”What do you mean by our plan working, it’s not! Enhilion is dead! Did you hear, dead! Would you have made such a sacrifice if you had known? Yulnagar knew, I bet! But did he tell us? No, he didn’t. Curse him! And now Enhilion is dead. So that’s who we should blame, not those fools down there”.

Lossenatar shouted with an icy stern voice, ”Do not speak ill of Yulnagar! I’m sure he has his reasons”.

With that something glinted in Numundo’s eye and the largest Vampire’s hand suddenly turned into a claw flying straight at Lossenatar’s chest. The slash would have been a deadly one, if Lossenatar hadn’t dodged. Firithhyando caught Numundo’s arm and held it firmly until the claw turned back into hand.

The only sound following was Numundo’s hard breathing. It softened soon. Numundo looked at Lossenatar, ”Sorry, friend. I didn’t mean it”.

”It’s ok”. Lossenatar was really shocked by Numundo’s sudden attack but it was too dangerous to start quarrelling now.

Firithhyando stood on the edge of the tower looking down, through it all. ”I feel danger”.

Numundo didn’t notice that and said, ”I’m going for blood, those humans will pay”.

”Don’t. King Yulnagar will be angry”, the eldest answered.

”Like I care? It’s Yulnagar’s fault, it’s all the same to me what he thinks about this”. With that Numundo jumped off the edge.

A lone bat flew through the city, only the eye of a Vampire could notice it.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

The night wasn’t a pieceful one. Not only the Vampires didn’t sleep. Mac was tossing his knife around nervously. Glirdan was trying to make himself a bow, without much success. Legate was more lucky, he found a strong stick that he could use as a staff and was now carving on it in his thoughts. Sleepy slept: he was terribly tired.

But one woman was an exception. Brinniel was sulking in the corner of her room. There was probably nothing left that she hadn’t cursed that night. ”Why do I of all the people have to be here!” She tore at her hair and kicked a chair that stood perfectly innocently beside her corner. ”Aargh!”

Then as Brinniel stood up to look for something sharp, she noticed a piece of paper and a quill lying beside the door. She looked at it, and it looked back. Brinniel tried but couldn’t resist, she grabbed the quill and the empty piece of paper. Then she noticed the problem that floated in her room: there was no ink!

Brinniel cursed and was starting to rip the paper, when all of a sudden she heard a voice. The voice, oh, it was so beautiful! Brinniel heard words come to her from inside her own head. Words of poetry, just as beautiful as the voice. A glint of madness would have been seen in Brinniel eyes if somebody were there to see.

The girl held the quill in her shaking hand and slowly stuck it deep into her other hand. Blood started flowing. And Brinniel wrote words never written before. She wrote, and wrote, and wrote... She felt dizzy, but the voice in her head continued and Brinniel couldn’t stop now.

Unfortunately, she did, but not because she wanted to.

Behind the door to her room Numundo laughed and was gone.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

The great clock struck.

As the crowd quietly gathered around the big square, the Oracle in Enohl’s body walked out from a house opposite the clock. He walked past Morgan and stood in the middle of the square.

”You have made a decision and I will honor it.

”Bravely this hidden eye told our truth, and now our truth remains.”

At that a gasp of terror was heared from beside Shasta.

An artificial scream of joy followed, ”Ribbits! It’s you! I thought you were lost”. Celuien pointed one way and ran the oppisite.

This caused a commotion. Aganzir bumped into Roa, Menel bumped into Diamond and many other collisions accured. Finally Gil got out of the crowd and started searching for Celuien. No sign of her could be found.

A lot of cursing followed and that was the moment when the absence of Brinniel was noted. Some screaming followed the cursing.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

Having had a good sleep, Sleepy was the first to run to Brinniel’s house. Roa and Morgan followed Sleepy.

Brinniel’s house was locked. Sleepy tried bashing through, but only got a cut on his arm. While Roa was tending Sleepy’s arm, Morgan headed back to the square and soon returned with Esspiem. Esspiem looked at the lock, took a nail from his pocket, stuck it into the lock, twisted the nail and opened the door.

Sleepy, Roa and Morgan looked at each other and agreed that it would havee been better that Essipiem hadn’t opened the door.

The view was ghastly. All the things were tossed around and nearly all the furniture broken. Brinniel was sitting at the table, but clearly and sadly not too alive. She was paler than usually, which would have been the most shocking thing if not for the fact that Brinniel’s left hand was all red and there was a large puddle of blood below her chair.

She was dead. And so was her art. The piece of paper had blood all over it, only a small corner was readable.

"The gates crash down

The blood runs through

The veins are open
And now the world... is broken"

At that the four dizzy persons left the room.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

Sleepy, Roa, Morgan and Esspiem returned the square and Roa told what they saw.

And then Celuien walked back from the darkness, slowly and calmly, with a smile.

”Get her!” shouted Menel.

”No. Let her come”, said the Oracle and Menel was ignored.

Celuien walked with her hands holding something near her heart. She continued mumbling, ”Ribbits... Oh, Ribbits. How scared I was when I couldn’t find you. I am so so happy that you came back”.

It didn’t help Esspiem when he saw that Celuien was in fact not holding a frog in her hands and chanted to thin air. He looked at the Oracle and back at Celuien, deciding to back out a bit.

The Oracle walked to Celuien and spoke, ”Your time is over, you have been chosen to die”. Enohl’s body put a hand on Celuien’s head.

What happened next was the most dreadful thing any of the people around had ever seen. Celuien fell into pieces. Her hands came off, her legs came off, bones cracked and broke. With a snap her head came off... After that everybody’s eyes were closed and nobody knew what happened, except that whatever happened, happened very loudly and the imagination replaced facts.

The noise calmed.

A while lasted.

Rikae risked her health and opened her eyes. What she saw not only suprised her even more but probably damaged her mental health, not that it wasn’t a pretty sight. But knowing what the beautiful, or at least artistic, chair the Oracle was sitting on had been a moment ago did make it an ugly situation.

The ugly situation continued being ugly.

Finally since the Oracle didn’t say anything, Glirdan asked, ”Umm... W..w...was she the V..Vampire?”

”No!”

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

The living:

Gil-Galad (Gil)

The Saucepan Man (Esspiem/SPM)

Rikae

Boromir88 (Boro)

Nogrod

Eomer of the Rohirrim (Eomer)

Thinlómien (Lomiella/Lommy)

Legate of Amon Lanc (Legate)

Aganzir

Meneltarmacil (Menel)

Xyzzy

Roa_Aoife (Roa)

Macalaure (Mac)

Diamond18 (Di)

Shastanis Althreduin (Shasta)

Kitanna

Sleepy Ranger (Sleepy)

Durelin

Glirdan (Glirdy)

Rune Son of Bjarne (Rune)

The Sixth Wizard (Morgan/Sixth)

The dead:

Celuien (Cel) – Turned into a chair by the Oracle after being voted out on Day 1. Innocent.

Brinniel – Possessed by the Vampires to write poetry with her own blood on Night 2. Innocent.

DAY 1

All votes should still be sent to the gmail address, or PMed to me if you've cleared that with Volo.

You may now start talking.

04-27-2007, 08:00 AM	#132
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	A long half-a-period had ended, the three Vampires were all fed up with the whole business. Their meeting place was on top of the highest tower. With their unnaturally good eyesight they could see all Kaimoir. The place the Men chose to sleep in was well lit with torches brought from above. ”Hmph, they don’t seem to believe Enhilion’s calming words about no monsters living here. His kindness killed him, because of that”, Lossenatar said. Firithhyando cursed in the usual calm manner, ”Chort ih vozmi. Dear Hilly, why did you have to do it… The only consolation is that Hilly may still be somewhere around, his body is alive. Hey Num, cheer up, our plan is working after all”. The usually strong willed Numundo was indeed weeping. Numundo turned towards Firithhyando and snapped, ”What do you mean by our plan working, it’s not! Enhilion is dead! Did you hear, dead! Would you have made such a sacrifice if you had known? Yulnagar knew, I bet! But did he tell us? No, he didn’t. Curse him! And now Enhilion is dead. So that’s who we should blame, not those fools down there”. Lossenatar shouted with an icy stern voice, ”Do not speak ill of Yulnagar! I’m sure he has his reasons”. With that something glinted in Numundo’s eye and the largest Vampire’s hand suddenly turned into a claw flying straight at Lossenatar’s chest. The slash would have been a deadly one, if Lossenatar hadn’t dodged. Firithhyando caught Numundo’s arm and held it firmly until the claw turned back into hand. The only sound following was Numundo’s hard breathing. It softened soon. Numundo looked at Lossenatar, ”Sorry, friend. I didn’t mean it”. ”It’s ok”. Lossenatar was really shocked by Numundo’s sudden attack but it was too dangerous to start quarrelling now. Firithhyando stood on the edge of the tower looking down, through it all. ”I feel danger”. Numundo didn’t notice that and said, ”I’m going for blood, those humans will pay”. ”Don’t. King Yulnagar will be angry”, the eldest answered. ”Like I care? It’s Yulnagar’s fault, it’s all the same to me what he thinks about this”. With that Numundo jumped off the edge. A lone bat flew through the city, only the eye of a Vampire could notice it. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- The night wasn’t a pieceful one. Not only the Vampires didn’t sleep. Mac was tossing his knife around nervously. Glirdan was trying to make himself a bow, without much success. Legate was more lucky, he found a strong stick that he could use as a staff and was now carving on it in his thoughts. Sleepy slept: he was terribly tired. But one woman was an exception. Brinniel was sulking in the corner of her room. There was probably nothing left that she hadn’t cursed that night. ”Why do I of all the people have to be here!” She tore at her hair and kicked a chair that stood perfectly innocently beside her corner. ”Aargh!” Then as Brinniel stood up to look for something sharp, she noticed a piece of paper and a quill lying beside the door. She looked at it, and it looked back. Brinniel tried but couldn’t resist, she grabbed the quill and the empty piece of paper. Then she noticed the problem that floated in her room: there was no ink! Brinniel cursed and was starting to rip the paper, when all of a sudden she heard a voice. The voice, oh, it was so beautiful! Brinniel heard words come to her from inside her own head. Words of poetry, just as beautiful as the voice. A glint of madness would have been seen in Brinniel eyes if somebody were there to see. The girl held the quill in her shaking hand and slowly stuck it deep into her other hand. Blood started flowing. And Brinniel wrote words never written before. She wrote, and wrote, and wrote... She felt dizzy, but the voice in her head continued and Brinniel couldn’t stop now. Unfortunately, she did, but not because she wanted to. Behind the door to her room Numundo laughed and was gone. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- The great clock struck. As the crowd quietly gathered around the big square, the Oracle in Enohl’s body walked out from a house opposite the clock. He walked past Morgan and stood in the middle of the square. ”You have made a decision and I will honor it. ”Bravely this hidden eye told our truth, and now our truth remains.” At that a gasp of terror was heared from beside Shasta. An artificial scream of joy followed, ”Ribbits! It’s you! I thought you were lost”. Celuien pointed one way and ran the oppisite. This caused a commotion. Aganzir bumped into Roa, Menel bumped into Diamond and many other collisions accured. Finally Gil got out of the crowd and started searching for Celuien. No sign of her could be found. A lot of cursing followed and that was the moment when the absence of Brinniel was noted. Some screaming followed the cursing. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- Having had a good sleep, Sleepy was the first to run to Brinniel’s house. Roa and Morgan followed Sleepy. Brinniel’s house was locked. Sleepy tried bashing through, but only got a cut on his arm. While Roa was tending Sleepy’s arm, Morgan headed back to the square and soon returned with Esspiem. Esspiem looked at the lock, took a nail from his pocket, stuck it into the lock, twisted the nail and opened the door. Sleepy, Roa and Morgan looked at each other and agreed that it would havee been better that Essipiem hadn’t opened the door. The view was ghastly. All the things were tossed around and nearly all the furniture broken. Brinniel was sitting at the table, but clearly and sadly not too alive. She was paler than usually, which would have been the most shocking thing if not for the fact that Brinniel’s left hand was all red and there was a large puddle of blood below her chair. She was dead. And so was her art. The piece of paper had blood all over it, only a small corner was readable. "The gates crash down The blood runs through The veins are open And now the world... is broken" At that the four dizzy persons left the room. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- Sleepy, Roa, Morgan and Esspiem returned the square and Roa told what they saw. And then Celuien walked back from the darkness, slowly and calmly, with a smile. ”Get her!” shouted Menel. ”No. Let her come”, said the Oracle and Menel was ignored. Celuien walked with her hands holding something near her heart. She continued mumbling, ”Ribbits... Oh, Ribbits. How scared I was when I couldn’t find you. I am so so happy that you came back”. It didn’t help Esspiem when he saw that Celuien was in fact not holding a frog in her hands and chanted to thin air. He looked at the Oracle and back at Celuien, deciding to back out a bit. The Oracle walked to Celuien and spoke, ”Your time is over, you have been chosen to die”. Enohl’s body put a hand on Celuien’s head. What happened next was the most dreadful thing any of the people around had ever seen. Celuien fell into pieces. Her hands came off, her legs came off, bones cracked and broke. With a snap her head came off... After that everybody’s eyes were closed and nobody knew what happened, except that whatever happened, happened very loudly and the imagination replaced facts. The noise calmed. A while lasted. Rikae risked her health and opened her eyes. What she saw not only suprised her even more but probably damaged her mental health, not that it wasn’t a pretty sight. But knowing what the beautiful, or at least artistic, chair the Oracle was sitting on had been a moment ago did make it an ugly situation. The ugly situation continued being ugly. Finally since the Oracle didn’t say anything, Glirdan asked, ”Umm... W..w...was she the V..Vampire?” ”No!” -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- The living: Gil-Galad (Gil) The Saucepan Man (Esspiem/SPM) Rikae Boromir88 (Boro) Nogrod Eomer of the Rohirrim (Eomer) Thinlómien (Lomiella/Lommy) Legate of Amon Lanc (Legate) Aganzir Meneltarmacil (Menel) Xyzzy Roa_Aoife (Roa) Macalaure (Mac) Diamond18 (Di) Shastanis Althreduin (Shasta) Kitanna Sleepy Ranger (Sleepy) Durelin Glirdan (Glirdy) Rune Son of Bjarne (Rune) The Sixth Wizard (Morgan/Sixth) The dead: Celuien (Cel) – Turned into a chair by the Oracle after being voted out on Day 1. Innocent. Brinniel – Possessed by the Vampires to write poetry with her own blood on Night 2. Innocent. DAY 1 All votes should still be sent to the gmail address, or PMed to me if you've cleared that with Volo. You may now start talking.