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Mnemosyne · 07-21-2009, 01:56 PM

The sun was setting.

No one was certain of whom to kill, nor whether to kill at all.

As the last rays of the sun grew longer and longer still, desperate, McCaber claimed that he had had a forbidding dream of Feanor of the Peredhil the previous night. At the last minute Nogrod cast the deciding vote for her.

"You want to kill me?" said Fea. "And I was trying to be so helpful!" Then she smiled, a manic, fey sort of smile that looked almost frightening on her fair features. "Very well, then: make it entertaining." And with that, she sprang up and bounded away from the room.

"After her!" cried Nessa.

The rest of the guests hurried after her, through a hallway that gave way to a wooded path. Ahead of them they could hear distant laughter.

As they ran, Lalaith noticed one shoe lying on the pathway, then another. Flung to the side a few paces ahead were two socks.

When Rikae found a pair of jeans caught in brambles on the side, the guests began to be very, very worried. Just then an eerie, earth-splitting howl floated to their ears from ahead, followed by a wheezing, gasping, sobbing laugh.

"There!" said McCaber. "I told you! Get her!"

The path became clearer ahead, divested garments aside, for claws had ripped through the underbrush. But when it abruptly ended at a cliff overlooking a steep river, all they saw was Fea, looking perfectly human, her bare body turned red by the dying rays of the scarlet sun. She turned her head to look at them, and for a brief moment Eönwë thought he could see the glimmer of a tear in her eye. Then her lips curled up, into a majestic leer.

"O happy to be dead," she whispered, and leapt off the cliff before anyone could stop her.

The guests searched far and wide. Yet the paths they took did not lead to Fea's body, but rather to their rooms. Exhausted and numbed, they fell into slumber.

IT IS NOW NIGHT TWO.

The Living:
Nessa Telrunya
Inziladun
Shastanis Athreduin
Pitchwife
McCaber
Nogrod
autume98
Boromir88
Lalaith
Nerwen
Rikae
Eönwë

The Dead:
Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf)

07-21-2009, 01:56 PM	#117
Mnemosyne Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Between the past and the future Posts: 1,159	The sun was setting. No one was certain of whom to kill, nor whether to kill at all. As the last rays of the sun grew longer and longer still, desperate, McCaber claimed that he had had a forbidding dream of Feanor of the Peredhil the previous night. At the last minute Nogrod cast the deciding vote for her. "You want to kill me?" said Fea. "And I was trying to be so helpful!" Then she smiled, a manic, fey sort of smile that looked almost frightening on her fair features. "Very well, then: make it entertaining." And with that, she sprang up and bounded away from the room. "After her!" cried Nessa. The rest of the guests hurried after her, through a hallway that gave way to a wooded path. Ahead of them they could hear distant laughter. As they ran, Lalaith noticed one shoe lying on the pathway, then another. Flung to the side a few paces ahead were two socks. When Rikae found a pair of jeans caught in brambles on the side, the guests began to be very, very worried. Just then an eerie, earth-splitting howl floated to their ears from ahead, followed by a wheezing, gasping, sobbing laugh. "There!" said McCaber. "I told you! Get her!" The path became clearer ahead, divested garments aside, for claws had ripped through the underbrush. But when it abruptly ended at a cliff overlooking a steep river, all they saw was Fea, looking perfectly human, her bare body turned red by the dying rays of the scarlet sun. She turned her head to look at them, and for a brief moment Eönwë thought he could see the glimmer of a tear in her eye. Then her lips curled up, into a majestic leer. "O happy to be dead," she whispered, and leapt off the cliff before anyone could stop her. The guests searched far and wide. Yet the paths they took did not lead to Fea's body, but rather to their rooms. Exhausted and numbed, they fell into slumber. IT IS NOW NIGHT TWO. The Living: Nessa Telrunya Inziladun Shastanis Athreduin Pitchwife McCaber Nogrod autume98 Boromir88 Lalaith Nerwen Rikae Eönwë The Dead: Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf) __________________ Got corsets? Last edited by Mnemosyne; 07-22-2009 at 10:19 AM.