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Inziladun · 09-02-2010, 07:00 PM

Nerwen woke in her bed, puzzled. What had awakened her? Nothing appeared to be put of place.
The bedroom doors did not lock, but she had moved a chair under the doorknob to brace it. She lay there, listening. Then she heard it.

"Help.....meee," said a soft voice. It sounded like it was coming from the hall. She knew then that was what had disturbed her sleep.

Who is that? she wondered to herself. She couldn't tell. It could be a trick, she knew. Or it could be one of her friends lying wounded in the hall.

She struggled with herself, knowing it could be death to go out there, but also wondering how she could live with herself if someone was hurt and she hadn't helped them because she was frightened.

"Help...please....."

Nerwen made up her mind. Quietly she moved out of bed and tiptoed to the door to listen. She thought she heard soft movements outside. She silently removed the chair, and slowly opened the door.

Looking out of the doorway, she looked right, but saw nothing. To the left, by the stairs, she saw a form huddled on the floor.

"Help.....meee....."

She walked over to them, and began to reach out to see who it was. As she did so, with a gesture quick as lightening, a hand shot out and grabbed her throat with a viselike grip.

"Gotcha!" came a whisper from the floor.

The being on the floor held onto Nerwen too tightly for her to make a sound. It got to its feet.

"The good guys always take the chance to be a hero," the robot whispered.

Nerwen struck out at it many times, landing blows on its body and head, but they seemed to have no effect.

"We'll just make this easy, shall we?" it said.

They were at the edge of the stairs. The mechanoid picked Nerwen up and threw her over the balustrade, twenty feet to the marble floor below.

With Nerwen's last sight, she looked at the door to the dining room and hoped the others would make it.

The Living
Pitch
Sally
Lottie

The Dead
Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1
The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1
Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2
Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2.
Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3
Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3
Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4
Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4
skip (Seer)- "Skewered like a wild boar" Night 5
Agan (Cobbler)- Became a firefighter Day 5
Nerwen (ordo)- Flying lessons were a failure Night 6

IT IS NOW DAY 6

09-02-2010, 07:00 PM	#464
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	Night 6 Nerwen woke in her bed, puzzled. What had awakened her? Nothing appeared to be put of place. The bedroom doors did not lock, but she had moved a chair under the doorknob to brace it. She lay there, listening. Then she heard it. "Help.....meee," said a soft voice. It sounded like it was coming from the hall. She knew then that was what had disturbed her sleep. Who is that? she wondered to herself. She couldn't tell. It could be a trick, she knew. Or it could be one of her friends lying wounded in the hall. She struggled with herself, knowing it could be death to go out there, but also wondering how she could live with herself if someone was hurt and she hadn't helped them because she was frightened. "Help...please....." Nerwen made up her mind. Quietly she moved out of bed and tiptoed to the door to listen. She thought she heard soft movements outside. She silently removed the chair, and slowly opened the door. Looking out of the doorway, she looked right, but saw nothing. To the left, by the stairs, she saw a form huddled on the floor. "Help.....meee....." She walked over to them, and began to reach out to see who it was. As she did so, with a gesture quick as lightening, a hand shot out and grabbed her throat with a viselike grip. "Gotcha!" came a whisper from the floor. The being on the floor held onto Nerwen too tightly for her to make a sound. It got to its feet. "The good guys always take the chance to be a hero," the robot whispered. Nerwen struck out at it many times, landing blows on its body and head, but they seemed to have no effect. "We'll just make this easy, shall we?" it said. They were at the edge of the stairs. The mechanoid picked Nerwen up and threw her over the balustrade, twenty feet to the marble floor below. With Nerwen's last sight, she looked at the door to the dining room and hoped the others would make it. The Living Pitch Sally Lottie The Dead Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1 The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1 Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2 Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2. Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3 Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3 Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4 Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4 skip (Seer)- "Skewered like a wild boar" Night 5 Agan (Cobbler)- Became a firefighter Day 5 Nerwen (ordo)- Flying lessons were a failure Night 6 IT IS NOW DAY 6 __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.