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Mnemosyne · 07-25-2009, 01:01 PM

"It has to be the way," said Nogrod. "They're our three most-suspicious looking housemates, and the sooner we can get this over with..." He shuddered.

"It isn't too late to change it?" said autume98. She swallowed nervously.

Eönwë said nothing, but stared straight ahead.

Nessa looked as if she was about to cry.

"All right," said Nerwen. "At least this time it'll be intentional. How are we going to do it?"

"Last night was a disaster," said Rikae. "I wish Tolkien had put firearms into Middle-earth, then we could do the firing squad and no one would know who had a blank."

"Well," said Lalaith, "if you think about the blasting fire, and the express train..."

Nobody laughed.

"Actually, I think there might be another way," said Nerwen. She pointed behind her to the hallway leading from the sitting room. The wide corridor was filled with trees.

"Huorns?" said Eönwë. "I guess there are worse ways to go."

"How will you know if we're wolves or not, then?" said Nessa.

"The curse is supposed to be lifted once they're all dead," Nogrod said. "I think we'll know."

"Yeah, and look who told us that," said autume.

No one had an answer for that.

Lalaith and Rikae bound the hands of the three with rope, solemnly, as if they were preparing them for burial--which, in a sense, they were.

"All right," said Nerwen. Her voice sounded remarkably steady. "Take twenty paces into the forest, and don't try to escape." She handed a longbow to Nogrod. "If you do, he'll shoot you."

Nogrod looked at the weapon nervously, but nodded.

The three disappeared under the eaves of the forest. There was a strange wind, and a stranger creaking noise. They could hear muffled cries from within.

The trees left.

"Well, that's done," said Lalaith. She walked to the end of the hallway where the door outside, scratched from the first night's kill, stood. She tugged at the handle. It was still locked.

IT IS NOW NIGHT FOUR.

The Living:
Nogrod
Lalaith
Nerwen
Rikae

The Dead:
Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf)
Boromir88
Shastanis Althreduin
Inziladun (werewolf)
Pitchwife (ranger)
McCaber (seer)
autume98
Eönwë
Nessa Telrunya

07-25-2009, 01:01 PM	#285
Mnemosyne Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Between the past and the future Posts: 1,159	"It has to be the way," said Nogrod. "They're our three most-suspicious looking housemates, and the sooner we can get this over with..." He shuddered. "It isn't too late to change it?" said autume98. She swallowed nervously. Eönwë said nothing, but stared straight ahead. Nessa looked as if she was about to cry. "All right," said Nerwen. "At least this time it'll be intentional. How are we going to do it?" "Last night was a disaster," said Rikae. "I wish Tolkien had put firearms into Middle-earth, then we could do the firing squad and no one would know who had a blank." "Well," said Lalaith, "if you think about the blasting fire, and the express train..." Nobody laughed. "Actually, I think there might be another way," said Nerwen. She pointed behind her to the hallway leading from the sitting room. The wide corridor was filled with trees. "Huorns?" said Eönwë. "I guess there are worse ways to go." "How will you know if we're wolves or not, then?" said Nessa. "The curse is supposed to be lifted once they're all dead," Nogrod said. "I think we'll know." "Yeah, and look who told us that," said autume. No one had an answer for that. Lalaith and Rikae bound the hands of the three with rope, solemnly, as if they were preparing them for burial--which, in a sense, they were. "All right," said Nerwen. Her voice sounded remarkably steady. "Take twenty paces into the forest, and don't try to escape." She handed a longbow to Nogrod. "If you do, he'll shoot you." Nogrod looked at the weapon nervously, but nodded. The three disappeared under the eaves of the forest. There was a strange wind, and a stranger creaking noise. They could hear muffled cries from within. The trees left. "Well, that's done," said Lalaith. She walked to the end of the hallway where the door outside, scratched from the first night's kill, stood. She tugged at the handle. It was still locked. IT IS NOW NIGHT FOUR. The Living: Nogrod Lalaith Nerwen Rikae The Dead: Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf) Boromir88 Shastanis Althreduin Inziladun (werewolf) Pitchwife (ranger) McCaber (seer) autume98 Eönwë Nessa Telrunya __________________ Got corsets? Last edited by Mnemosyne; 07-25-2009 at 02:18 PM.