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Nogrod · 06-15-2008, 05:34 PM

Herbert woke up in a bed in a dimly lit room. There were others in the room as well, some of them moaning from pain. That lead Herbert to realise his side ached. To his surprise his chest had been hastily bandaged. The bandage had stains of dried blood in it. He lay in the bed trying to remember what had happened and where he was. There were no traces of memory to help him. They had ran in the middle of exploding shells and then it was just blank…

As his eyes got used to the dim lighting he started observing the surroundings. Large canvases had been spread over what appeared to be a small courtyard surrounded by ancient stonewalls. It was night outside and only a few paraffin lamps lit the makeshift field hospital. Someone groaned with pain quietly somewhere to his left.

He was pretty sure now where he was for even if they had lived at this new place after the evacuation only for a short while he obviously had found the ruins and studied them with all the enthusiasm of a little boy. Although there had been little to study as all the upper storeys or walls had fallen and only the bare stone-foundations of the castle were left. He didn’t know anything about the castle’s history but there were a few things he had been able to draw conclusions on: like that it was a pretty small castle and thence nothing of any great importance, and that it had been destroyed totally to the ground at some phase of history, and that it was rather crude making it look like it was pretty old and never rebuilt later.

Herbert tried to rise up only to feel a horrible pain on his side. He lay down and breathed heavily through his nostrils and bit his lip not to cry but the pain was overwhelming and a low wail ran from his lips. Herbert tried the wound to find out what had happened.

He cried in horror.

A young soldier emerged from what was the entrance of the makeshift shed and walked to him carrying a lamp. He moved the lamp over his chest to and fro a few times looking closely at his wounds. He pulled the lamp up and turned to call someone outside.

“Kristian! Den lilla gubben har vaknat! Det ser så inte bra ut… Ge mig morfin!”

Herbert didn’t understand what the man said but what he did was clear enough in its meaning. The man stroke his hair and tried to make an encouraging smile. “Ta det lungt ung man… lungt bara. Snart du vill glömma allt det här… Du ska sova I lung och ro… ja… lung och ro.”

Herbert realised another soldier had come to his side as well and the two exchanged a few words. Then the first man by his side turned towards him and took his hand. “Det här vill göra lite ont… friskt humör bara… Allt vill bli okej.”

The other soldier hit his thigh with something sharp like a needle.

Everything lost its edge and the world became soft. Herbert managed to realise that the men were gone but soon his mind was filled with other things more awesome he could have ever imagined.

There was a girl dressed in white and she was falling down, but she fell like a leaf floating softly in the wind.

*~*

It was a Day of reasonably many words uttered but little said.

“I'm here but I'm quite because I don't have anything to say... Bleurgh, maybe I should go and analyse someone or something. But I'm just too lazy...” Lommy exclaimed.

“I haven't got the time to work things out for myself. I wish Durelin would show up, as we all know we can trust her.” Lalaith added.

“I see no point in talking if not having anything to say.” Greenie said.

“If Shasta does show up, we can interrogate him... and eventually lynch him, as we see fit. So I don't think lynching him is at this point... well, he may be a wolf, but then... if he is, he may not as well show up for Nightly kill...” Legate tried but sighed in the end.

“Let’s lynch the werewolf now, please!” Roa intervened drawing her sword and pointed at Lalaith.

“Don't let me relativise this. I must be stubborn!” Legate yelled and picked a stone from the ground.

“I’d prefer lynching morm…” Lalaith suggested.

“Aha! You’re trying to save your own neck!” Lommy yelled and picked a rock as well.

“Yeah let’s lynch her…” Sally added and armed herself likewise.

“Ready – steady – fire!” Roa called and all three threw their pebbles toward Lalaith.

The first stone broke her eyebrow sending a trail of blood running down her cheek. When the other one hit her chest it didn’t affect her in any way as she was somehow changing. The third one would have hit her straight into the eye but missed. Lalaith was already attacking her lynchers in fury.

“Dare to touch these innocent villagers! I’m the ranger and I’ll protect them, with my life if it needs be!” Roa bellowed and swung her blade cutting the werewolf’s head from it’s shoulders.

*~*

Alive:

+ A Little Green, a fortune-teller - folklorist - herb-grower - unofficial therapist, advisor and midwife, most presumably a witch, the gammer (the eccentric mother of Lommy & Mac)
+ Shastanis Althreduin, astrologer/fortune teller, gaffer (Greenie's husband, father of Lommy & Mac)

+ Thinlómien, a bird tamer, adult (married to Nilp, Macalaure's sister)
+ Eönwë, Rikae's unofficial helper-person, 22 (their son)
+ Satansaloser 2005, Lommy's assistant, 17 (their daughter)

+ Durelin, poisoner 20 (Lhuna's evil twin, daughter of Cailín)

+ Roa_Aoife, school teacher, adult (mother of Legate, Brinn and Kit, wife of Nogrod, sister of Rikae)
+ Legate of Amon Lanc, sheep herder with tp, 19 (brother of Brinn & Kit, Sally's boyfriend, Agan's ex-bf)

+ Mormegil, adult (son of Volo, husband of Celuien, father of Gwath and McCaber)

The dead:
Eomer of the Rohirrim, adult (Cailín's husband, Lhuna's and Dury's father); An innocent beheaded by the werewolves on Night1
Nogrod, the judge, adult (Roa's husband, father of Legate, Brinn and Kit); An innocent torn in two by werewolves on Night1
Nerwen, the healer, adult (sister of Lalaith, Volo's daughter); An innocent nailed to the oak-tree on Day1.
Volo, the guy who knows everything about staying alive, the gaffer (Father of Nogrod, morm, Nerwen and Lalaith); The seer mutilated and eyes pulled off on Night2.
Kitanna, a tavern wench 21 (Legate's sister and Brinn's twin sister); An innocent ripped into pieces and thrown into the well on Night2.
Aganzir, the little match girl, 15 (Lalaith's daughter, dates McCaber); A werewolf burnt alive on Day2.
Macalaure, apple farmer, adult (married to Rikae, Lommy's brother); The ranger overpowered by four werewolves in a fight and torn to pieces on Night3.
The Ka, a dog whipper (a fatherless and ageless little child of Lalaith); An innocent impaled to a spear her doll in her hand on Night3.
Cailín, guinea pig breeder, adult (Nilp's sister); A werewolf melted into a candle-wax and burnt on Day3.
Diamond 18, dissolute, 11 (phantom's pre-teen littlesister); The seer eyes picked out (once again, what a bore...), throat slit and thrown into the well on Night4.
Nilpaurion Felagund, a house-bound sandwich-maker, adult (married to Lommy); A werewolf committed a suicide when the whole village turned against him on Day4.
Isabellkya, a gammer who loves asparagus and throwing knives (Shasta's sister); An innocent cut down in a way too horrible to describe on Night5.
Rikae, a lumberjack, adult (married to Macalaure, Roa's sister); The EW vanished in the battle of the Wizards on Day5.
the phantom, sheep herder with Legate, 21 (their adopted son, Di's brother); The GW vanished in the battle of the Wizards on Day5.
Celuien, a candle maker, adult (wife of morm, mother of Gwath and McCaber); A werewolf sliced in pieces by the men of the village on Day5.
Brinniel, Greenie's apprentice, 21 (Legate's sister and Kitanna's twin sister, Kath's life partner); An innocent chopped and turned into an exquisite dinner on Night6.
Lhunardawen, healer's apprentice, 20 (Cailín's daughter, good twin of Durelin); An innocent who had enough of the madness and ran away to find meaning into her life on the morning of Day6.
McCaber, a henchman, 18 (Gwath's little brother, dates Aganzir); An innocent who had enough of the madness and ran away to find meaning into his life on the morning of Day6.
Kath, tavern owner, 20 (their daughter, Brinn's life partner); An innocent traditionally hanged to the oak tree on Day6.
Gwathagor, a highwayman, 20 (McCaber's big brother); An innocent who shared cider with a werewolf on Night7.
Lalaith, chocolate maker, adult (sister of Nerwen, mother of Aganzir, Volo's daughter); A werewolf stoned and beheaded on Day7.

The village has won!

You are all free to speak your mind now - the dead as well...
(Let's do it her in this thread)

06-15-2008, 05:34 PM	#1497
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	Day7 Herbert woke up in a bed in a dimly lit room. There were others in the room as well, some of them moaning from pain. That lead Herbert to realise his side ached. To his surprise his chest had been hastily bandaged. The bandage had stains of dried blood in it. He lay in the bed trying to remember what had happened and where he was. There were no traces of memory to help him. They had ran in the middle of exploding shells and then it was just blank… As his eyes got used to the dim lighting he started observing the surroundings. Large canvases had been spread over what appeared to be a small courtyard surrounded by ancient stonewalls. It was night outside and only a few paraffin lamps lit the makeshift field hospital. Someone groaned with pain quietly somewhere to his left. He was pretty sure now where he was for even if they had lived at this new place after the evacuation only for a short while he obviously had found the ruins and studied them with all the enthusiasm of a little boy. Although there had been little to study as all the upper storeys or walls had fallen and only the bare stone-foundations of the castle were left. He didn’t know anything about the castle’s history but there were a few things he had been able to draw conclusions on: like that it was a pretty small castle and thence nothing of any great importance, and that it had been destroyed totally to the ground at some phase of history, and that it was rather crude making it look like it was pretty old and never rebuilt later. Herbert tried to rise up only to feel a horrible pain on his side. He lay down and breathed heavily through his nostrils and bit his lip not to cry but the pain was overwhelming and a low wail ran from his lips. Herbert tried the wound to find out what had happened. He cried in horror. A young soldier emerged from what was the entrance of the makeshift shed and walked to him carrying a lamp. He moved the lamp over his chest to and fro a few times looking closely at his wounds. He pulled the lamp up and turned to call someone outside. “Kristian! Den lilla gubben har vaknat! Det ser så inte bra ut… Ge mig morfin!” Herbert didn’t understand what the man said but what he did was clear enough in its meaning. The man stroke his hair and tried to make an encouraging smile. “Ta det lungt ung man… lungt bara. Snart du vill glömma allt det här… Du ska sova I lung och ro… ja… lung och ro.” Herbert realised another soldier had come to his side as well and the two exchanged a few words. Then the first man by his side turned towards him and took his hand. “Det här vill göra lite ont… friskt humör bara… Allt vill bli okej.” The other soldier hit his thigh with something sharp like a needle. Everything lost its edge and the world became soft. Herbert managed to realise that the men were gone but soon his mind was filled with other things more awesome he could have ever imagined. There was a girl dressed in white and she was falling down, but she fell like a leaf floating softly in the wind. ~ It was a Day of reasonably many words uttered but little said. “I'm here but I'm quite because I don't have anything to say... Bleurgh, maybe I should go and analyse someone or something. But I'm just too lazy...” Lommy exclaimed. “I haven't got the time to work things out for myself. I wish Durelin would show up, as we all know we can trust her.” Lalaith added. “I see no point in talking if not having anything to say.” Greenie said. “If Shasta does show up, we can interrogate him... and eventually lynch him, as we see fit. So I don't think lynching him is at this point... well, he may be a wolf, but then... if he is, he may not as well show up for Nightly kill...” Legate tried but sighed in the end. “Let’s lynch the werewolf now, please!” Roa intervened drawing her sword and pointed at Lalaith. “Don't let me relativise this. I must be stubborn!” Legate yelled and picked a stone from the ground. “I’d prefer lynching morm…” Lalaith suggested. “Aha! You’re trying to save your own neck!” Lommy yelled and picked a rock as well. “Yeah let’s lynch her…” Sally added and armed herself likewise. “Ready – steady – fire!” Roa called and all three threw their pebbles toward Lalaith. The first stone broke her eyebrow sending a trail of blood running down her cheek. When the other one hit her chest it didn’t affect her in any way as she was somehow changing. The third one would have hit her straight into the eye but missed. Lalaith was already attacking her lynchers in fury. “Dare to touch these innocent villagers! I’m the ranger and I’ll protect them, with my life if it needs be!” Roa bellowed and swung her blade cutting the werewolf’s head from it’s shoulders. ~ Alive: + A Little Green, a fortune-teller - folklorist - herb-grower - unofficial therapist, advisor and midwife, most presumably a witch, the gammer (the eccentric mother of Lommy & Mac) + Shastanis Althreduin, astrologer/fortune teller, gaffer (Greenie's husband, father of Lommy & Mac) + Thinlómien, a bird tamer, adult (married to Nilp, Macalaure's sister) + Eönwë, Rikae's unofficial helper-person, 22 (their son) + Satansaloser 2005, Lommy's assistant, 17 (their daughter) + Durelin, poisoner 20 (Lhuna's evil twin, daughter of Cailín) + Roa_Aoife, school teacher, adult (mother of Legate, Brinn and Kit, wife of Nogrod, sister of Rikae) + Legate of Amon Lanc, sheep herder with tp, 19 (brother of Brinn & Kit, Sally's boyfriend, Agan's ex-bf) + Mormegil, adult (son of Volo, husband of Celuien, father of Gwath and McCaber) The dead: Eomer of the Rohirrim, adult (Cailín's husband, Lhuna's and Dury's father); An innocent beheaded by the werewolves on Night1 Nogrod, the judge, adult (Roa's husband, father of Legate, Brinn and Kit); An innocent torn in two by werewolves on Night1 Nerwen, the healer, adult (sister of Lalaith, Volo's daughter); An innocent nailed to the oak-tree on Day1. Volo, the guy who knows everything about staying alive, the gaffer (Father of Nogrod, morm, Nerwen and Lalaith); The seer mutilated and eyes pulled off on Night2. Kitanna, a tavern wench 21 (Legate's sister and Brinn's twin sister); An innocent ripped into pieces and thrown into the well on Night2. Aganzir, the little match girl, 15 (Lalaith's daughter, dates McCaber); A werewolf burnt alive on Day2. Macalaure, apple farmer, adult (married to Rikae, Lommy's brother); The ranger overpowered by four werewolves in a fight and torn to pieces on Night3. The Ka, a dog whipper (a fatherless and ageless little child of Lalaith); An innocent impaled to a spear her doll in her hand on Night3. Cailín, guinea pig breeder, adult (Nilp's sister); A werewolf melted into a candle-wax and burnt on Day3. Diamond 18, dissolute, 11 (phantom's pre-teen littlesister); The seer eyes picked out (once again, what a bore...), throat slit and thrown into the well on Night4. Nilpaurion Felagund, a house-bound sandwich-maker, adult (married to Lommy); A werewolf committed a suicide when the whole village turned against him on Day4. Isabellkya, a gammer who loves asparagus and throwing knives (Shasta's sister); An innocent cut down in a way too horrible to describe on Night5. Rikae, a lumberjack, adult (married to Macalaure, Roa's sister); The EW vanished in the battle of the Wizards on Day5. the phantom, sheep herder with Legate, 21 (their adopted son, Di's brother); The GW vanished in the battle of the Wizards on Day5. Celuien, a candle maker, adult (wife of morm, mother of Gwath and McCaber); A werewolf sliced in pieces by the men of the village on Day5. Brinniel, Greenie's apprentice, 21 (Legate's sister and Kitanna's twin sister, Kath's life partner); An innocent chopped and turned into an exquisite dinner on Night6. Lhunardawen, healer's apprentice, 20 (Cailín's daughter, good twin of Durelin); An innocent who had enough of the madness and ran away to find meaning into her life on the morning of Day6. McCaber, a henchman, 18 (Gwath's little brother, dates Aganzir); An innocent who had enough of the madness and ran away to find meaning into his life on the morning of Day6. Kath, tavern owner, 20 (their daughter, Brinn's life partner); An innocent traditionally hanged to the oak tree on Day6. Gwathagor, a highwayman, 20 (McCaber's big brother); An innocent who shared cider with a werewolf on Night7. Lalaith, chocolate maker, adult (sister of Nerwen, mother of Aganzir, Volo's daughter); A werewolf stoned and beheaded on Day7. The village has won! You are all free to speak your mind now - the dead as well... (Let's do it her in this thread) __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... Last edited by Nogrod; 06-15-2008 at 08:23 PM.