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Day2 Dawns
Once again, the three tormented souls slipped away to conspire in the silent darkness. The coward sat long awake, wishing she could see or hear something and mortally afraid. Then she too fell asleep. The Hunter slept with her dagger at hand, and the Ranger left her place quietly, wrapped in the cloak she had woven out of her hair. When people had gone to sleep, she had memorised where one of them had laid down and now she crept to him. She could hear his steady breathing: he was already asleep. With a small smile on her lips, she draped her cloak lightly around him. He would be safe tonight, she would take care of that. She sat down and would have watched him sleep if she had only been able to see anything in the pitch dark.
Hours passed, and her concentration started to fail. She was tired. When she was just about to doze off, she heard the barely noticable steps of something big and soft-footed. Suddenly she was all alert. She could hear sniffing noises very close to her and then, the yelp of a scared animal.
"There is something here," she heard an uncertain voice say, definitely Elvish but wolvishly distorted. She couldn't recognise it although it did sound familiar.
"Oh just get on with it and kill him," another voice said, similar to the first one.
"I don't want to. There's some strange power that scares me," the first voice said, defiant.
The Ranger heard two more sets of soft wolf-paws approach. She kept still, hoping her magic would conceal her as well as it protected the sleeping one.
Sniffing sounds. "Enchantments of the West," a third voice said, one that had not spoken before. There was fear in his voice.
"There is some power against us we haven't foreseen," the first voice said, and edge of despair in it.
"You are right..." the second voice said grudgingly. "Let's sleep on it, I do not dare touch this one tonight."
The soft sound of the paws moved away. In the dark, the Ranger smiled. She had scared them away. For a while more, she sat there, then she gently took her cloak from the Elf who was still sleeping, blissfully unaware his life had been within a hair's breadth from being taken to him tonight. Quietly, she resumed her sleeping place by the walls of the pit and had a few hours of sleep before dawn.
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The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
The Living
Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Glirdan - local batty scholar
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Legate - jeweller with an affinity to the colour white
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nerwen - young and impatient hunter who makes animal statues of wood and likes the colour green
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Pitch - furrier
Skip - an admirer of Finduilas's
Wilwarin - hunter
Day2 has stated. Wolves, stop PMing. Hunter, you may change your pick if you wish. Everybody, you may talk now.
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