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Diamond18 · 10-30-2006, 09:35 PM

After killing Menel, the Elves retreated to their homes and waited warily for Nightfall. Night fell and the moon rose, full and cheeky, above the desert. All was hushed for a while, but then....

An ominous howl split the night, followed by a foreboding flutter of giant wings. Somewhere in the distance came the sound of purring, but evil purring. The night smelt of bear pelt.

Two brave souls crept from their homes, and took up watch before two separate households. They both had a long and uneventful night.

Toward morning, the Watcher began to walk back to his home. Little did he know that from the shadows, a pair of feline eyes were gleaming at him. Evilly.

The Werecat slunk after the Watcher, barely able to silence its purring as it anticipated its kill.

Nogrod, for that is indeed the identity of our valiant hero, stopped at his door. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he looked around, wary. His hand reached for his sword, but alas, he was not fast enough. The Werecat leapt upon him and clamped its mighty jaws onto his throat, snarling in exaltation as it snapped his neck. From there it dragged him into the long grass and tore skin and meat from bone. Another figure joined it and reached out to stroke its gleaming fur (evilly). "Nice kitty," breathed an Elven voice. "Such a pretty kitty...."

Naria, the Werecat, turned to her lover, and purred. Arctic Storm was about to say something more about her feline loveliness when he felt a downdraft. He looked up and saw the Werebird swooping down upon him. Naria screeched and leapt up, trying to bat the giant bird away, but it was to no avail. The Werebird snatched Arctic Storm up in its talons and lifted his screaming head to its vicious beak. It devoured him head first.

The Werecat let lose a wild, heartbroken yowl. She ran after the Werebird as it flew away, but the winged creature of doom only cackled as it disappeared into the night sky. With a single last unearthly sound of torment, Naria ran headfirst into the Ringbearer's Stone. Her skull split open upon impact and she fell to the ground.

Elsewhere, the Werebear tore down the door of another unsuspecting Elf. It raided the house for yummy pots of honey, but found only dirty chamberpots filled with offal. Roaring in anger, the Werebear entered the bedroom and clamped its mighty jaws onto Kitanna's leg, attempting to drag her from her bed. Kitanna screamed and grabbed onto her bedpost, resisting. Years of hauling chamberpots around had given her an exceptionally good grip. At first the bear could not dislodge her, but then gave it some extra effort, and tore Kitanna in two. It ran from the house, Kitanna's lower half in tow. "My sweet teddy bear," said an Elf following after. "Don't fret, I have honey for you...."

Meanwhile, in another part of the enclave, Rune was up late working on his fungus. "You will be the most humungous fungus in all of Harad!" he cooed lovingly to his fungus. He was a lonely guy. No family. No pets. No lover.

He was about to retire for the night when he heard a menacing growl from the door. He spun around and saw the nassssssty yellow eyes of the Werewolf sizing him up. "You will not harm the fungus!" Rune cried. The Werewolf just laughed.

The next morning, Rune was nowhere to be found. That is, until the Elves noticed the freshly minced fertilizer packed around the base of the humungous fungus....

~*~*~*~

The Living Elves:

Lommy - Ostrich Chaser
Mac - Builder of Gibbets, unemployed for millennia
Kath - Flower Girl
JennyHallu - Countess
Valier - Arranger
Holby - Oliphaunt Whisperer
Durelin - Lead Tragic Actor
morm - City Street Cleaner
Lhuna - Beautiful Girl with Sleeping Sickness
Farael - Patient suffering from Mad Elf Disease
Rikae - Contortionist
Fintaeph - Mutton Herder and Purveyor of Fine-Quality Undead Prosthetic Limbs

The Dead 'Uns

tgwbs - Tragic Elven Hero and Lover of Diamond - (co-mod) - Stabbed himself eight times and subsequently eaten by the Werebird

Diamond - Elven Maid - (mod) - Crushed in the embrace of the Werebear

Menel - Mad Scientist - (ordo) - Beaten with an undead leg and a chamber pot and stabbed with red hot tongs (Day 1)

Nogrod - a Smith of the Billmarins - (watcher) - Savagely murdered by the Werecat and devoured in the long grass (Night 2)

Arctic Storm - Raving Alcoholic, Resident Moocher, and Lover of Naria (lover) - Devoured head first by the Werebird (Night 2)

Naria - Lemba Baker - (werecat) - Dashed out her brains on the Ringbearer's Rock (Night 2)

Kitanna - One Legged Chambermaid - (ordo) - Ripped in two by the Werebear (Night 2)

Rune - Humungous Fungus Grower - (ordo) - Minced up into fertilizer by the Werewolf (Night 2)

10-30-2006, 09:35 PM	#58
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	After killing Menel, the Elves retreated to their homes and waited warily for Nightfall. Night fell and the moon rose, full and cheeky, above the desert. All was hushed for a while, but then.... An ominous howl split the night, followed by a foreboding flutter of giant wings. Somewhere in the distance came the sound of purring, but evil purring. The night smelt of bear pelt. Two brave souls crept from their homes, and took up watch before two separate households. They both had a long and uneventful night. Toward morning, the Watcher began to walk back to his home. Little did he know that from the shadows, a pair of feline eyes were gleaming at him. Evilly. The Werecat slunk after the Watcher, barely able to silence its purring as it anticipated its kill. Nogrod, for that is indeed the identity of our valiant hero, stopped at his door. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he looked around, wary. His hand reached for his sword, but alas, he was not fast enough. The Werecat leapt upon him and clamped its mighty jaws onto his throat, snarling in exaltation as it snapped his neck. From there it dragged him into the long grass and tore skin and meat from bone. Another figure joined it and reached out to stroke its gleaming fur (evilly). "Nice kitty," breathed an Elven voice. "Such a pretty kitty...." Naria, the Werecat, turned to her lover, and purred. Arctic Storm was about to say something more about her feline loveliness when he felt a downdraft. He looked up and saw the Werebird swooping down upon him. Naria screeched and leapt up, trying to bat the giant bird away, but it was to no avail. The Werebird snatched Arctic Storm up in its talons and lifted his screaming head to its vicious beak. It devoured him head first. The Werecat let lose a wild, heartbroken yowl. She ran after the Werebird as it flew away, but the winged creature of doom only cackled as it disappeared into the night sky. With a single last unearthly sound of torment, Naria ran headfirst into the Ringbearer's Stone. Her skull split open upon impact and she fell to the ground. Elsewhere, the Werebear tore down the door of another unsuspecting Elf. It raided the house for yummy pots of honey, but found only dirty chamberpots filled with offal. Roaring in anger, the Werebear entered the bedroom and clamped its mighty jaws onto Kitanna's leg, attempting to drag her from her bed. Kitanna screamed and grabbed onto her bedpost, resisting. Years of hauling chamberpots around had given her an exceptionally good grip. At first the bear could not dislodge her, but then gave it some extra effort, and tore Kitanna in two. It ran from the house, Kitanna's lower half in tow. "My sweet teddy bear," said an Elf following after. "Don't fret, I have honey for you...." Meanwhile, in another part of the enclave, Rune was up late working on his fungus. "You will be the most humungous fungus in all of Harad!" he cooed lovingly to his fungus. He was a lonely guy. No family. No pets. No lover. He was about to retire for the night when he heard a menacing growl from the door. He spun around and saw the nassssssty yellow eyes of the Werewolf sizing him up. "You will not harm the fungus!" Rune cried. The Werewolf just laughed. The next morning, Rune was nowhere to be found. That is, until the Elves noticed the freshly minced fertilizer packed around the base of the humungous fungus.... ~~~*~ The Living Elves: Lommy - Ostrich Chaser Mac - Builder of Gibbets, unemployed for millennia Kath - Flower Girl JennyHallu - Countess Valier - Arranger Holby - Oliphaunt Whisperer Durelin - Lead Tragic Actor morm - City Street Cleaner Lhuna - Beautiful Girl with Sleeping Sickness Farael - Patient suffering from Mad Elf Disease Rikae - Contortionist Fintaeph - Mutton Herder and Purveyor of Fine-Quality Undead Prosthetic Limbs The Dead 'Uns tgwbs - Tragic Elven Hero and Lover of Diamond - (co-mod) - Stabbed himself eight times and subsequently eaten by the Werebird Diamond - Elven Maid - (mod) - Crushed in the embrace of the Werebear Menel - Mad Scientist - (ordo) - Beaten with an undead leg and a chamber pot and stabbed with red hot tongs (Day 1) Nogrod - a Smith of the Billmarins - (watcher) - Savagely murdered by the Werecat and devoured in the long grass (Night 2) Arctic Storm - Raving Alcoholic, Resident Moocher, and Lover of Naria (lover) - Devoured head first by the Werebird (Night 2) Naria - Lemba Baker - (werecat) - Dashed out her brains on the Ringbearer's Rock (Night 2) Kitanna - One Legged Chambermaid - (ordo) - Ripped in two by the Werebear (Night 2) Rune - Humungous Fungus Grower - (ordo) - Minced up into fertilizer by the Werewolf (Night 2) __________________ All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.