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JennyHallu · 11-11-2006, 05:49 PM

CLERICAL BUSINESS: No votes after the deadline count. Also, there is no mod-fire unless you violate SpM's guidelines for neighborly play, and any questions there would be run by Mormegil first. But that doesn't matter because we won't have that problem, right? Sorry I wasn't here--we ran out of packing tape and I was bad and forgot I needed to be here...

Day 2

The second day of the Fantasy Club's ordeal was filled with discussion: accusations, suspicions, and recriminations flew like flies among the members. As day ended, however, the club members looked askance at only one unlikely suspect: the mild-mannered preacher Gurthang.

He tried, very hard, to be gracious about it, even agreeing that his death would be useful to them, but no meekness would change their minds. As they came towards him, however, his courage fled, and so did he.

His speed was impressive, but his panic was not, and his flight ended rather abruptly: he tripped on an upraised root and flew at least ten feet through the air, landing with a thud and a sickening crack right in the bottom of the prepared grave next to Rikae.

The club members gathered around, looking down at the body in the bottom of the grave with sorrow. It was clearly human, no sign of the transformation that would mark the guilt they had been so sure of. Disheartened, they turned away, walking back to their tents in the darkling light.

"Well, that was clumsy," commented Rune.

"Convenient, though," responded Naria, who had helped haul the bodies of the others into neat graves earlier in the day.

Dead

JennyHallu - Club President - Bound and collated on Night 1
Folwren - Vice-President - Used for ink on Night 1
Anguirel - Innocent - Misspelled on Day 1
Rikae - Innocent - Buried alive on Night 2
Gurthang - Innocent - Fell from grace on Day 2

Alive

Boromir88 - Fuller - all the NPCs
CaptainofDespair - Pompous Nobleman - Melneras, the Gnomish Archwizard
Diamond - librarian - Dia'l Na Mon the Half Elven Enchantress and Wielder of Azgalthro the Rapping Sword
Durelin - StarCaptain - William Shatner
Farael - Heavy-metal singer - sneak
Naria - Rat Wrangler (Animal control? teehee...) - Kitty Watcha'mikolit the Pygmy Giant, player of the Flute of Doom.
Nogrod - Retired General - Ciryatan of the Dúnedain, a one-legged Athelas vendor
Rune - temp - Joe the Beorning Bounty Hunter
Thinlomien - aging homeless sot - Lothwen the Pretty, elven flowermaid
Valier - Radical Hair Butcher - Elven Anoonnoon of Omicron Persieye 8
Volo - teleseller - Tom Yrmacha'zul'charach'ping'yit'pul tha half-balrog, wielding a multitude of sharp pointy objects.

Ya'll know the routine.

11-11-2006, 05:49 PM	#132
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,628	CLERICAL BUSINESS: No votes after the deadline count. Also, there is no mod-fire unless you violate SpM's guidelines for neighborly play, and any questions there would be run by Mormegil first. But that doesn't matter because we won't have that problem, right? Sorry I wasn't here--we ran out of packing tape and I was bad and forgot I needed to be here... Day 2 The second day of the Fantasy Club's ordeal was filled with discussion: accusations, suspicions, and recriminations flew like flies among the members. As day ended, however, the club members looked askance at only one unlikely suspect: the mild-mannered preacher Gurthang. He tried, very hard, to be gracious about it, even agreeing that his death would be useful to them, but no meekness would change their minds. As they came towards him, however, his courage fled, and so did he. His speed was impressive, but his panic was not, and his flight ended rather abruptly: he tripped on an upraised root and flew at least ten feet through the air, landing with a thud and a sickening crack right in the bottom of the prepared grave next to Rikae. The club members gathered around, looking down at the body in the bottom of the grave with sorrow. It was clearly human, no sign of the transformation that would mark the guilt they had been so sure of. Disheartened, they turned away, walking back to their tents in the darkling light. "Well, that was clumsy," commented Rune. "Convenient, though," responded Naria, who had helped haul the bodies of the others into neat graves earlier in the day. Dead JennyHallu - Club President - Bound and collated on Night 1 Folwren - Vice-President - Used for ink on Night 1 Anguirel - Innocent - Misspelled on Day 1 Rikae - Innocent - Buried alive on Night 2 Gurthang - Innocent - Fell from grace on Day 2 Alive Boromir88 - Fuller - all the NPCs CaptainofDespair - Pompous Nobleman - Melneras, the Gnomish Archwizard Diamond - librarian - Dia'l Na Mon the Half Elven Enchantress and Wielder of Azgalthro the Rapping Sword Durelin - StarCaptain - William Shatner Farael - Heavy-metal singer - sneak Naria - Rat Wrangler (Animal control? teehee...) - Kitty Watcha'mikolit the Pygmy Giant, player of the Flute of Doom. Nogrod - Retired General - Ciryatan of the Dúnedain, a one-legged Athelas vendor Rune - temp - Joe the Beorning Bounty Hunter Thinlomien - aging homeless sot - Lothwen the Pretty, elven flowermaid Valier - Radical Hair Butcher - Elven Anoonnoon of Omicron Persieye 8 Volo - teleseller - Tom Yrmacha'zul'charach'ping'yit'pul tha half-balrog, wielding a multitude of sharp pointy objects. Ya'll know the routine. __________________ <=== Lookee, lookee, lots of IM handles! Last edited by JennyHallu; 11-11-2006 at 06:18 PM.