[Nogrod]

Originally Posted by Parental advisory board warning!

This scene contains gross medieval-style violence and confusing philosophy. Any people under 18 or persons with tender souls are strongly adviced not to read the following and to skip straight to the end of the narration with the list of who's dead and who's alive.

The werewolves gathered around the mallorn as the Night before.

“Before we go on... or okay, we can walk as we talk... I’d like to get this piece out from my mind”, started the Flame. “I mean one thing still baffles me. I really felt good last Night playing football with that miserable hobbit – and you must admit it was a beauty for a goal. But does it mean I’m not bad then because I was doing something that felt good?”

“No, no, no... Let’s make one thing clear. We have our own right and our own good. And we pursue them as well as these goodies pursue theirs. Our good just is evil while theirs is good”, the Shard explained somewhat impatiently and kicked the door of a hobbithole in.

“But if you take that position you have to admit that in the end we are striving at exactly the same thing as the goodies... the final good I mean?”, put in the Breath who was following the Shard inside at arm’s lengtht. Together they dragged the struggling Furryfoot out from under the cupboard she had tried to hide and threw him violently on to the table for the Drop and the Flame to catch.

“Okay, now hold this creature for me if you please. It’s hard to cut not hitting a vein when the thing you’re supposed to cut kicks and bites.” The Drop demanded looking at his friends resentfully. “And coming back to the topic... isn’t the good of the goodies then the good itself and thus the primary good? That would mean that our good is just a corrupted mirror-image or at least derivative of or subservient to the good itself?”, he continued while cutting the hobbit's skin carefully first from the breast and stomach and then continuing down the inner sides of her legs.

“That’s a hard nut to crack indeed”, the Flame frowned and started peeling Vallen’s skin off from the cut the Drop had made. This far she had been wailing and screaming but now she seemed to fall in somekind of trance of pain and just shook quietly letting out an occasional wail every now and then.

“Alright. So you’re on for an argument, eh?”, asked the Shard who had been building a fire at the other end of the livingroom but now stood up and turned around. “Look at it this way then. If we just make a distinction between the the good and bad as such and the good and bad as we feel them? Wouldn’t that solve the problem for you?”

“Ahh, that’s a clever move.” The Breath said raising his head to look at the Shard for a second. He had been helping the Flame with the groins but halted the operation to answer. “But it still doesn’t seem to cancel the fact that we should be striving for bad and still we pursue that which we feel good about”, the Breath looked content with his answer and went back finishing the skinning.

“My brain hurts...”, the Drop exclaimed with a low voice bringing the skewer to the table.

“Oh, that’s too bad! Or is it good for you?”, grinned the Flame as he took the skewer from the Drop and started turning the now completely skinned hobbit around.

“Shut up or I’ll entertain myself with slowly grilling you instead of this hobbit!”, the Drop challenged the Flame now clearly irritated, grasping the skewer from the other end and looking at the Flame to the eyes dead seriously. “I don’t like the way you make jokes over grave matters.”

“Okay, c’mon guys. No need to get upset because of a civilised conversation.” The Breath came between the two and tried to cool his mates. “Now let’s ask the hobbit. She seems to be still alive and kickin’”, with that he flashed his most hearty grin.

“So what do you say? Is this good or bad?” the Drop asked bending towards the half-dead hobbit’s face.

Valier Furryfoot was trembling from cold, pain and agony but managed to mutter an answer. “B-bb-ad, tt-terr-ibly b-bad, p-pleee-ase be ki-iind an-dd le-mme g-go!”

“You see? We’re doing the right thing!”, the Shard yelled from the other part of the room triumphantly.

“Oh my... the right thing then... here we go again”, the Breath frowned and looked at his two friends standing around the silently squeaking and shivering skinned hobbit.

“No, no. Nonsense. She said this is bad and we are baddies so lets get on with it! No more nuts, more action, okay?”, the Flame finally bursted and ran the skewer through the hobbit who screamed the last time in her life as she lost her consciousness from pain.

“Maybe you’re right”, said the Drop and hoisted the skinned hobbitskewer with the help of the Breath. “But I’m not sure the matter is settled as yet”.

“Right? D’uh!”, the Breath shook his head. “The fire’s ready yet?”

Originally Posted by Parental advisory board notice!

The rest of the scene is censored as being outright banal and overtly cruel. If Nogrod doesn't start to behave he will be excluded from writing narrations any more.

~*~

The hobbits gathered around the mallorn in the morning and as they feared someone was missing.

Valier "Vallen" Furryfoot was indeed missing. They ran to her house fearing the worse but no fear they had entertained quite matched the truth. There she presumably was, skinned, grilled and chopped and laid to the table on portions with some fresh greens and ale.

And this was what they found from the table as well...




The dead:
Nogrod (mod) - Noggie Boffin - beheaded and played soccer with on Night1
Nerwen (ordo) - Nerwen Hornblower - jumped to the river not to force anyone to kill another hobbit on Day1
Valier (ordo) - Vallen FurryFoot - skinned, grilled and served as a breakfast on Night2

The living:
Thinlómien - Lommy Baggins
Legate of Amon Lanc - Legate Sackville-Baggins
Aganzir - Agan Sackville-Baggins
Meneltarmacil - Lupo Furryface
Volo - Justy Proudfoot
Macalaure - Mac Sandyman
The Might - Might of Greenholm
Mormegil - Mormegil Harrybelly
Feanor of the Peredhil - Belladonna Briarpatch
Brinniel - Brinn Burrows
Satansaloser2005 - Sally Shortbrush
Farael – Farael Twofoot
A Little Green - Lilla Greenhand
Kath – Kath Woodyend
Rikae – Rikae Took
Shastanis Althreduin – Shasta of the River
Kuruharan -Kuru Shrewthwacker

Day2 begins!