View Single Post
Old 05-14-2006, 04:05 PM   #209
littlemanpoet
Itinerant Songster
 
littlemanpoet's Avatar
 
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: The Edge of Faerie
Posts: 7,072
littlemanpoet is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.littlemanpoet is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.
Day Two Begins

The evil wizard sucked in breath in anticipation of the second kill. From this one's life also the evil wizard would get strength for spells. The evil wizard spoke to the werewolves and commanded them to choose one villager to eat, bringing back one thing only from the kill.

They went out into the darkness and were silent in their hunting, coming at an hour past midnight to the house of the one whom they would devour.

The good wizard gave serious thought to whom to scry. It took a few hours to come to a conclusion. The scry was made. The villager scried was ordinary. The good wizard gifted the villager to be the seer. The only problem was that by the time this occurred, it was mere minutes before dawn. The seer didn't dream.

The Saucepan Man's given name had been long forgotten. In the days of his youth he had left the village, as many were wont to do, and wandered in foreign parts to see what new lore he could discover regarding the prophesied curse upon Sealville. He was gone for two years.

When he returned, there were not a few who decided that he'd gotten 'tetched' in the noggin, as they called it. He had arrived back in Sealville carrying a half dozen saucepans, and told everyone that he would not respond to any other name than The Saucepan Man, or derivatives thereof. "What are you wanting with so many saucepans?" they asked. "Never you mind," he answered. "But there's another reason for my name," he added mysteriously with a smirk.

It was not long before the villagers understood what he meant. He set himself up as the local barkeep, and created many a fine drink, be they beers, ales, or more exotic delectables. He called them all his "sauce". So they took to calling him Saucy. He seemed to like it well enough, and grinned when named so.

The Healer and Cupper in town, Celuien, turned her head in his direction, for his business was solid and he was not half bad looking a fellow for all his saucey talk. Mormegil, her father, wasn't sure he liked the fellow so much as being a barkeep was not as good in his eye as being a mariner, but Celuien was determined, and finally Mormegil gave his blessing. The two were married with great celebration, and in another couple years, the sisters Naria and Kitanna graced the home and hearth and filled it with laughter.

Saucy considered himself a happy man, blessed with a healer for a wife and two daughters that took their looks more from their mother than their father, which was a good thing. Naria and Kitanna flowered into beautiful young ladies, bringing into the lives of their parents the complications in the case of Kitanna the attentions of Eomer the young rapscallion; in the case of Naria a job so smelly that the men stayed far away. "Maybe she wants it that way," Celuien was overheard to tell her husband. "Well and good, I say," Saucy responded. "until she's found the right man." "If she finds one," her mother worried.

So it was a sad morning for Celuien, Naria, and Kitanna, when the villagers filed just after dawn to the Watcher rock and found sprawled there the body of Saucy. Celuien wailed. Naria and Kitanna wept into their kerchiefs. Not only had his face been clawed and his limbs reduced to rags of flesh; his chest had been opened and his heart removed.

"Villains!" cried Celuien. "Murderers!" wailed Naria. "Monsters!" shouted Kitanna, raising her fist.

Eomer put his arm around his love and she wept upon his shoulder. "Come, Celuien, Naria, I cannot replace your husband and father, but I will do what I can."

EDIT: Only then did the villagers notice that the body of Elempi no longer lay in front of the Watchers, who seemed as sad, and watchful, and unmoving, as ever. Then they noticed that where there had been an open commons of grass, there were now two headstones and brown earth heaped before them. The villagers noticed that there was much room left in this new graveyard for more bodies. Many of them shuddered. Two headstones. As they filed back from the shoreline toward the village, they noticed with no surprise that Loki no longer hung from the beech tree limb. They knew where he was. And they believed that they knew who had buried them.

~ The Tally ~
One Evil Wizard
One Good Wizard
Three Werewolves
One Gifted
Zero Known Innocents
Three Dead
Twenty-Eight Living

~ The Dead ~

Elempi, father of Diamond of the Battledore: killed on Night One
Loki the leech collector: lynched on Day One with 8 votes
The Saucepan Man the barkeep: killed on Night Two

~ The Living ~

Diamond of the Battledore
Celuien the Healer and Cupper
Caranlondien the Sled-Team Driver
Roa Aoife the weaver
Nogrod the retired jester
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant the Baker
Kath the minstrel
Lommy the little girl who steals other children's candy
Lhunardawen the jeweler
Glirdan with the giant crush on Kath
Valier the gardener
Sleepy Ranger the former wanderer
Kitanna the beloved of Eomer
Firefoot the artist
Alcarillo the old retired sea captain
Cailín the match maker
Oddwen the filthy, insane street urchin who steals chickens
mormegil the retired mariner and current mayor
Feanor the shepherdess with a love of alliteration
Zali the seamstress and beloved of the phantom
the phantom the loud, unpredictable, adventurer
Naria the servant who empties and cleans chamber pots
Jenny Hallu the unmarried maiden & aunt
Lalaith the frivolous aunt and guardian of Oddwen
Eonwe the freeloading husband of Lhunardawen
Eomer the adventurer & lover of Kitanna
Nilpaurion the ne'er do well hubby of Dancing Spawn
Gurthang the stable-hand

Last edited by littlemanpoet; 05-14-2006 at 05:52 PM.
littlemanpoet is offline   Reply With Quote