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Werewolf Psychic
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water.
Posts: 2,832
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Execution, Day 1
"For the thousandth time, I see no reason not to lynch the quiet early on, for they may become a danger later!" Nogrod yelled, staring down a recalcitrant group.
"Yes, but wouldn't it make more sense to execute someone capable of making mistakes with their loudness, like... you, for example?" Rikae inquired silkily, shooting covert glances at Durelin, standing behind Nogrod, holding a rock.
With a nod from Rikae, Durelin let the rock fly. No ordinary human would have heard the rock, much less diverted it, but...
Nogrod whirled, lightning fast, and struck the rock from the sky with a mighty blow. His face went pale as he realized he'd been tricked.
"Gotcha," Rikae proclaimed, with a gleam in her eye, as the rest of the camp started crowding Nogrod.
"No... I - You don't understand, you... this... NO!"
A flash of light, and Nogrod was human no more. Instead, on two feet, stood a vaguely canine humanoid with silver fur. An ancestor of the Irish Wolfhound, perhaps?
Nogrod turned on his paws and tried to run away, but a rock struck him in the back of the head and he turned, snarling. Isabellkya threw another rock with precise aim, landing right in the wolf's eye. Momentarily blinded, Nogrod never saw Espiem standing there with a kettle of boiling oil in his hand, and a maniacal look in his eye.
"FWOOSH."
Night 1
The night came, and everyone bedded down. One person, however, couldn't sleep. They got up and decided to do some stargazing. Finding a high point on this plain was no easy task, but some distance away, there was a pile of boulders. Surely there, the sky would seem brighter.
They climbed to the top and settled, gazing up at the stars, a dreamy smile on their face. Their concentration was soon shattered, though, by an unearthly wail that seemed to come from all around. The watcher sat up and looked around, but the wailer could not be seen. Shivering with a deathly sense of foreboding, the would-be stargazer ran back to the safety of the camp and huddled in their blankets, praying for morning.
Thinlomien was awoken by the stargazer's mad dash for safety. Deciding to leave them alone, she noticed that the fire was burning slowly down. With no firewood available close by, she'd have to go down to the copse to get more, or there'd be no fire in the morning. Sighing, she trudged down that way.
No one heard her scream.
The camp awoke the next morning with one person shivering in fear, and Thinlomien missing. Durelin and Brinniel followed her footsteps to the firewood copse.
Everyone heard them scream.
They rushed down to see a grisly sight. Thinlomien had taken the axe with her to cut some firewood, but it hadn't done her any good against what had... savaged her. In the end, she looked to be impaled on her own axe. There was no fanfare, no magical mist, no nothing... just the murdered body of Thinlomien.
The camp settled under a slight haze of mourning and dread, and began to talk amongst themselves about the night's events.
The Shining:
Rikae
Brinniel
Eolin
Durelin
Meneltarmacil
Espiem
Isabellkya
Kath
Forever Dimmed:
Nogrod: Boiled In Oil Day 1 - Werewolf
Thinlomien: Savaged And Axed Night 1 - Ordo
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