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Galadriel55 · 12-04-2012, 09:34 PM

Guys! Shush!

Did they argue a lot again that day?

They did indeed. Even more than usual.

The men really seemed to have gone wild. It got to fist fights. They were on top of each other, and no one knew what was going on. Everyone seemed to accuse everyone at once.

One man claimed the other was guilty because he called him a swine and returned the favour by calling him a dog. The second man decided that actions speak louder than words and promptly punched his suspect in the face. The first man did not wish to be left in debt. Other men tried to pull them apart, but they only got entangled in the fight themselves. Someone sprouted blood out of his nostrils, and another’s beard was half torn out.

“I think you’ve made your point now,” the old man’s voice rang over the chaos like water on fire. He was very displeased. “You’ve even gone a bit too far to get the message home. Before it gets too frightening we ought to call a halt and resume order. Are we some wildmen or lowly savages, that we cannot speak but have a brawl? You are Numenorians! Do not forget yourself!”

The men hung their heads. No one looked at each other. They were humiliated and shamed, and ashamed men do not like to admit their wrong.

Why?

Because it makes them feel more ashamed. They try to push it off on someone else, to make themselves think better of themselves.

Slowly, one by one, they raised their voices, calling out the name of the person who started the fight. Four men stepped forward and took his arms, but he resisted. They could barely keep him from breaking free. He was a very strong, and a very desperate man.

Another man brought a spear. The four holding the accused man were still wrestling with him, so the spearman dared not strike for fear of hitting one of them. Then they pulled the man’s hands apart, so that for a moment he stood erect, with his chest open, and the spearman threw. As the man sunk to his knees and then toppled over, his blood soaking his clothing, a dark cloud took shape above his body, and the Faithful knew him for a King’s Man. Then a wind blew, and the cloud was no more – only a bloody corpse with a spear through it, dead like all those before him.

ALIVE:
Morsul
Inzil
Lottie
Manwe
The Phantom
Brin

DEAD:
G55, the hesitant King’s Man (modess) – stabbed on Night1
Eomer (ordo) – stoned on Day1
Boro (gifted) – drowned on Night2
Pom (ordo) – decapitated on Day2
Shasta (gifted) – throttled on Night3
Nerwen (KM) – hung on Day3
Sally (gifted) – struck by a stone and died of hemorrhage on Night 4
Steve (KM) – speared on Day4

12-04-2012, 09:34 PM	#667
Galadriel55 Blossom of Dwimordene Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: The realm of forgotten words Posts: 10,323	Guys! Shush! Did they argue a lot again that day? They did indeed. Even more than usual. The men really seemed to have gone wild. It got to fist fights. They were on top of each other, and no one knew what was going on. Everyone seemed to accuse everyone at once. One man claimed the other was guilty because he called him a swine and returned the favour by calling him a dog. The second man decided that actions speak louder than words and promptly punched his suspect in the face. The first man did not wish to be left in debt. Other men tried to pull them apart, but they only got entangled in the fight themselves. Someone sprouted blood out of his nostrils, and another’s beard was half torn out. “I think you’ve made your point now,” the old man’s voice rang over the chaos like water on fire. He was very displeased. “You’ve even gone a bit too far to get the message home. Before it gets too frightening we ought to call a halt and resume order. Are we some wildmen or lowly savages, that we cannot speak but have a brawl? You are Numenorians! Do not forget yourself!” The men hung their heads. No one looked at each other. They were humiliated and shamed, and ashamed men do not like to admit their wrong. Why? Because it makes them feel more ashamed. They try to push it off on someone else, to make themselves think better of themselves. Slowly, one by one, they raised their voices, calling out the name of the person who started the fight. Four men stepped forward and took his arms, but he resisted. They could barely keep him from breaking free. He was a very strong, and a very desperate man. Another man brought a spear. The four holding the accused man were still wrestling with him, so the spearman dared not strike for fear of hitting one of them. Then they pulled the man’s hands apart, so that for a moment he stood erect, with his chest open, and the spearman threw. As the man sunk to his knees and then toppled over, his blood soaking his clothing, a dark cloud took shape above his body, and the Faithful knew him for a King’s Man. Then a wind blew, and the cloud was no more – only a bloody corpse with a spear through it, dead like all those before him. ALIVE: Morsul Inzil Lottie Manwe The Phantom Brin DEAD: G55, the hesitant King’s Man (modess) – stabbed on Night1 Eomer (ordo) – stoned on Day1 Boro (gifted) – drowned on Night2 Pom (ordo) – decapitated on Day2 Shasta (gifted) – throttled on Night3 Nerwen (KM) – hung on Day3 Sally (gifted) – struck by a stone and died of hemorrhage on Night 4 Steve (KM) – speared on Day4 __________________ You passed from under darkened dome, you enter now the secret land. - Take me to Finrod's fabled home!... ~ Finrod: The Rock Opera Last edited by Galadriel55; 12-05-2012 at 09:18 PM.