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Nogrod · 12-05-2007, 03:00 PM

”Well that was nice indeed!”, grinned the Shard.

“A good Day it was...”, the Drop chuckled.

“Aha!”, the Flame put in. “But this really bothered me earlier this Night... I mean they outscore us in killing 4-3! So are they more evil than we are?”

“I don’t know if you can technically call their first go with that Hornblower as a murder as she jumped to the Water herself...”, the Shard thought out aloud.

“Yeah, and Greenie was indeed one of us so maybe they don’t regard that as an evil but a good deed indeed?”, the Drop continued.

“But didn’t we talk about this just yesterNight? Remember what...”, the Flame started only to be bluntly interrupted by the Shard.

“Now don’t start that again Flame! We had that discussion already. If you have any fresh starts please go on but...”

The Flame was quiet for a moment and then waved for the others to proceed forwards.

~*~

The three were walking down the New Row silently, listening to any signs of movement around.

“Isn’t this the Sharkey’s End we’re walking?” the Flame asked in the end, breaking the silence.

“It’s those darn Bywater hobbits who use that name”, the Shard spatted.

“That’s pretty rude now isn’t it?” the Drop commented.

“That’s just what I’m thinking... even more strongly by now. C’mon, they kill more than we do and they make fun of our dead... Sharkey’s End... fun indeed... for them”, the Flame protested quietly.

The Shard stopped abruptly and waited for the other two to halt as well and to turn back to him.

“Now what is it exactly you’re driving at my friend?

The Flame shrugged and looked for the Drop for support. “Okay then. Can you make a difference now between us and them, now can you Shard?”

There was an odd silence.

“We kill, they kill... we laugh, they laugh... it seems to fit”, the Drop mused.

“Agreed... What then?” the Shard muttered, “but what about it, what’s your point?”

“Well, I was just thinking whether we could be called the baddies and they the goodies anymore... I mean if we’re doing the same thing in the end... that’s what I was thinking. And what will it mean to us and how we see ourselves?”, the Flame bursted, annoyed that the Shard didn’t seem to get his idea.

“So you’re trying to question whether there is any good or evil as such in the Shire anymore, right?” the Drop asked sincerely.

“But isn’t it enough that we started this whole thing off? It was a nice and cozy village and look at the bloodshed now! Aren’t we victorious in any case?” the Shard exclaimed quite aloud.

“Shh...”, the Drop hissed.

“But they’ve surpassed us in the killings! What’s the point of just looking at who started if the retaliation is much worse than the initial bad deed?” the Flame answered, hardly able to keep his voice down. “Sorry Shard, but I do have a slight problem with my identity right now! I’d like to know whether I’m a baddie or a goodie or just something in between...”

There was a silence which was broken by the sarcastic notion of the Shard: “Well? Are there any actual consequences to your thoughts or not? Maybe you’d like to sit back and wallow in your private existential anguishes while me and Drop do the work then?”

The Drop looked at both his mates wondering where this might lead to.

“No, no. I’m in. That’s what I am. I am a killer. That’s the only thing I’m sure about right now. But I was just wondering about the way we should do it...” the Flame said with contrastingly serious tone.

“How about singing Summertime today?”, the Drop suggested with a smile.

The two others shook their heads disapprovingly.

~*~

“Okay mates. The time is running out”, the Shard said and crashed the door into the hobbithole beside of which they had stood.

They met a screaming hobbit in the hallway.

“Hush now m’dear”, the Drop hissed to the screaming hobbit. Then he turned towards his mates pointing them to take positions around the hobbit. “Now here’s what we do... Trust me, I know what I’m doing... no Summertimes...” The Drop turned to face the hobbit once more but seemed to address also the other werewolves at the same time. “So clockwise we go around this prickly pear and with every “pear” we’ll give you a nice little slash... that ok. my little?”

The hobbit had stopped screaming and was trembling in horror looking at the three giant werewolves gathering around her and talking about slashing her.

“Cheer up milady, it looks like playtime!” the Shard chickled.

Then the Drop started.

Here we go round the prickly pear...

And with the word ‘pear’ he slashed the hobbit's right arm off. The others caught the idea and grinned. Soon they were all walking round her and singing joyfully the old rhyme and taking their turns with every ‘pear’.

Here we go round the prickly pear,
Prickly pear, pricly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning...

“Well that was delightful indeed!” the Shard admitted after the hobbit had been chopped to pieces following a few rounds of the round game. "And it should have been pleasant to her as well... the round games are always the favourites with the hobbits..."

“Any uplifting add-ons to leave for our living hobbits, anyone?” the Drop asked with a wide smile.

“I guess that song reminded me about one... Paper, pen, anyone? No?” the Flame looked around him.

“There’s enough blood for a novel”, the Shard grinned.

While the Flame was busy writing the Drop took a look around. “Hey, look at this!” he shouted after looking into the drawer. “There’s a list of names here... seems to be correct.”

The Shard bellowed with laughter. “Excellent! Excellent my friends! This seer Kath Woodyend will not trouble us no more”.

“And the lines I wrote will be even more poignant...”, the Flame grinned.

~*~

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
Rikae (ordo) – Rikae Took - left the Hobbitton to find aid from somewhere in the middle of Day2
A Little Green (the Breath) - Lilla Greenhand - beaten to death by the hobbits on Day2
Legate of Amon Lanc (ordo) - Legate Sackville-Baggins - sacked, bagged & hanged on Night3
Satansaloser2005 (ordo) - Sally Shortbrush - rammed dead with a table on Day3
Mormegil (the ranger of the Shire) - Mormegil Harrybelly - stabbed to death on Day3
Kath (the seer of the shire) – Kath Woodyend - slashed into pieces during a round game on Night4

The living:
Thinlómien - Lommy Baggins
Aganzir - Agan Sackville-Baggins
Meneltarmacil - Lupo Furryface
Volo - Justy Proudfoot
Macalaure - Mac Sandyman
The Might - Might of Greenholm
Feanor of the Peredhil - Belladonna Briarpatch
Brinniel - Brinn Burrows
Farael – Farael Twofoot
Shastanis Althreduin – Shasta of the River
Kuruharan -Kuru Shrewthwacker

Day4 has dawned.

12-05-2007, 03:00 PM	#433
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Night4 ”Well that was nice indeed!”, grinned the Shard. “A good Day it was...”, the Drop chuckled. “Aha!”, the Flame put in. “But this really bothered me earlier this Night... I mean they outscore us in killing 4-3! So are they more evil than we are?” “I don’t know if you can technically call their first go with that Hornblower as a murder as she jumped to the Water herself...”, the Shard thought out aloud. “Yeah, and Greenie was indeed one of us so maybe they don’t regard that as an evil but a good deed indeed?”, the Drop continued. “But didn’t we talk about this just yesterNight? Remember what...”, the Flame started only to be bluntly interrupted by the Shard. “Now don’t start that again Flame! We had that discussion already. If you have any fresh starts please go on but...” The Flame was quiet for a moment and then waved for the others to proceed forwards. ~~ The three were walking down the New Row silently, listening to any signs of movement around. “Isn’t this the Sharkey’s End we’re walking?” the Flame asked in the end, breaking the silence. “It’s those darn Bywater hobbits who use that name”, the Shard spatted. “That’s pretty rude now isn’t it?” the Drop commented. “That’s just what I’m thinking... even more strongly by now. C’mon, they kill more than we do and they make fun of our dead... Sharkey’s End... fun indeed... for them”, the Flame protested quietly. The Shard stopped abruptly and waited for the other two to halt as well and to turn back to him. “Now what is it exactly you’re driving at my friend? The Flame shrugged and looked for the Drop for support. “Okay then. Can you make a difference now between us and them, now can you Shard?” There was an odd silence. “We kill, they kill... we laugh, they laugh... it seems to fit”, the Drop mused. “Agreed... What then?” the Shard muttered, “but what about it, what’s your point?” “Well, I was just thinking whether we could be called the baddies and they the goodies anymore... I mean if we’re doing the same thing in the end... that’s what I was thinking. And what will it mean to us and how we see ourselves?”, the Flame bursted, annoyed that the Shard didn’t seem to get his idea. “So you’re trying to question whether there is any good or evil as such in the Shire anymore, right?” the Drop asked sincerely. “But isn’t it enough that we started this whole thing off? It was a nice and cozy village and look at the bloodshed now! Aren’t we victorious in any case?” the Shard exclaimed quite aloud. “Shh...”, the Drop hissed. “But they’ve surpassed us in the killings! What’s the point of just looking at who started if the retaliation is much worse than the initial bad deed?” the Flame answered, hardly able to keep his voice down. “Sorry Shard, but I do have a slight problem with my identity right now! I’d like to know whether I’m a baddie or a goodie or just something in between...” There was a silence which was broken by the sarcastic notion of the Shard: “Well? Are there any actual consequences to your thoughts or not? Maybe you’d like to sit back and wallow in your private existential anguishes while me and Drop do the work then?” The Drop looked at both his mates wondering where this might lead to. “No, no. I’m in. That’s what I am. I am a killer. That’s the only thing I’m sure about right now. But I was just wondering about the way we should do it...” the Flame said with contrastingly serious tone. “How about singing Summertime* today?”, the Drop suggested with a smile. The two others shook their heads disapprovingly. ~~ “Okay mates. The time is running out”, the Shard said and crashed the door into the hobbithole beside of which they had stood. They met a screaming hobbit in the hallway. “Hush now m’dear”, the Drop hissed to the screaming hobbit. Then he turned towards his mates pointing them to take positions around the hobbit. “Now here’s what we do... Trust me, I know what I’m doing... no Summertimes...” The Drop turned to face the hobbit once more but seemed to address also the other werewolves at the same time. “So clockwise we go around this prickly pear and with every “pear” we’ll give you a nice little slash... that ok. my little?” The hobbit had stopped screaming and was trembling in horror looking at the three giant werewolves gathering around her and talking about slashing her. “Cheer up milady, it looks like playtime!” the Shard chickled. Then the Drop started. Here we go round the prickly pear...* And with the word ‘pear’ he slashed the hobbit's right arm off. The others caught the idea and grinned. Soon they were all walking round her and singing joyfully the old rhyme and taking their turns with every ‘pear’. Here we go round the prickly pear, Prickly pear, pricly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o’clock in the morning... “Well that was delightful indeed!” the Shard admitted after the hobbit had been chopped to pieces following a few rounds of the round game. "And it should have been pleasant to her as well... the round games are always the favourites with the hobbits..." “Any uplifting add-ons to leave for our living hobbits, anyone?” the Drop asked with a wide smile. “I guess that song reminded me about one... Paper, pen, anyone? No?” the Flame looked around him. “There’s enough blood for a novel”, the Shard grinned. While the Flame was busy writing the Drop took a look around. “Hey, look at this!” he shouted after looking into the drawer. “There’s a list of names here... seems to be correct.” The Shard bellowed with laughter. “Excellent! Excellent my friends! This seer Kath Woodyend will not trouble us no more”. “And the lines I wrote will be even more poignant...”, the Flame grinned. ~~ 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 Rikae (ordo) – Rikae Took - left the Hobbitton to find aid from somewhere in the middle of Day2 A Little Green (the Breath) - Lilla Greenhand - beaten to death by the hobbits on Day2 Legate of Amon Lanc (ordo) - Legate Sackville-Baggins - sacked, bagged & hanged on Night3 Satansaloser2005 (ordo) - Sally Shortbrush - rammed dead with a table on Day3 Mormegil (the ranger of the Shire) - Mormegil Harrybelly - stabbed to death on Day3 Kath (the seer of the shire) – Kath Woodyend - slashed into pieces during a round game on Night4 The living: Thinlómien - Lommy Baggins Aganzir - Agan Sackville-Baggins Meneltarmacil - Lupo Furryface Volo - Justy Proudfoot Macalaure - Mac Sandyman The Might - Might of Greenholm Feanor of the Peredhil - Belladonna Briarpatch Brinniel - Brinn Burrows Farael – Farael Twofoot Shastanis Althreduin – Shasta of the River Kuruharan -Kuru Shrewthwacker Day4 has dawned. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...