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Feanor of the Peredhil · 09-08-2005, 11:24 AM

Fea's allergies had miraculously cleared up after being heavily dosed with the Anakronism that is Tylènòl állërgy rèlïëf. Fordim's scent was becoming more and more repugnant. The time had come to make a choice... either solve the problem, or run away swiftly to a safely scented distance. She decided with a barely noticable shiver. She stepped forward hesitantly, putting her arms around the decaying lump of Fordim. She held her breath, eyes closed, and stepped away.

Without opening her eyes, she spoke. "Did it... work?"

Fordim Hedgethistle · 09-08-2005, 03:37 PM

Sadly, it had not.

Fordim's putresence continued, and he shuffled about in anxiety. It was the ubiquitous Feyberry who noticed, however, that one of Fordim's fingers had begun to regrow, albeit slightly. "Perhaps," she ventured, "he nearly needs to be hugged by more people...?"

Celuien · 09-08-2005, 06:40 PM

Celuien blinked and rubbed her eyes at the entrance of the fashion-conscious wolf. She had never seen such a marvel before. The only lycanthropes she had previously encountered were terrifying, villager-devouring werebeasts. She was quite glad to see that the creature was friendly.

Celuien's dust allergy was still bothering her. She had not brought any Tylènòl, Sòodhafèd, or other useful Anakronisms with her to the party. Fortunately, her diminished olfaction kept her from being disturbed by Fordim's malodorous condition. Her ear caught by Fêyberry's comment, she took a closer look at Fordim's hand. Indeed, the finger had grown back. And one of the holes in his body seemed smaller. Perhaps more hugs would help. Celuien was willing to test the theory. Bravely stepping into the puddle of ooze that surrounded what remained of Fordim's feet, she moved forward and gave him a hug. She then retreated, trying her best not to splash the puddles too much, and awaited the results...

Glirdan · 09-08-2005, 06:46 PM

After being horribly lynched by the villagers, Glirdan moved on and heard that Fordim was asking for hugs so he could turn back into his old form. He decided "Hey, if it's to help out a fellow BD'er who was blocked form the evil "error #403", I might as well give it a shot!" He stepped around the puddles of ooze that came from Fordim. "I think I'll go clean this up. A favor for Fêyberry for having this party," he thought to himself. He then stepped up to Fordim and gave him a hug. He stepped back beside Celuien and awaited the results....

Bêthberry · 09-09-2005, 07:57 AM

Feyberry could not decide if she should attend to the rotting Fordim with a mop and bucket or with a spade.

"After all," she said to herself, "compost does happen and Bethberry's garden does do so well with the organic stuff." She looked again at Fordim after observing the various hugging positions which various BDers invented to circumvent any nasal distance that was more close than necessary. She particularly noted the retching condition whick Glirdan was heroically attempting to hold down and decided that perhaps a cup of stiff Stärbûcks or Tîm Hòrténs mojo might be called for. She sighed in remembrance of Barrow Wight's Coffee and wondered what she could do to help Celuien with her allergies. "Surely Bethberry must have a herbal remedy?" Feyberry decided to confer with the forum moderator about the propriety of such in the game before offering it, however.

Yet after all this rumination and hugging, Feyberry thought she observed more aspects of Fordim's resurrection. She was sure she saw his nose growing.

Celuien · 09-10-2005, 09:04 AM

Memories stirred uncomfortably in Celuien's mind at the sight of Fordim's lengthening nose. She seemed to remember a tale of another whose nose had grown. Could Fordim hold the secret to his own regeneration, and his request for hugs be a mere ploy? She quickly banished the thought. No one who had been to high Taniquetil would do such a thing. Then again, what had he done to merit being stalked by petty dwarves? For now, Celuien decided to operate under the assumption that hugs were indeed the cure for Fordim's condition. After all, the results of the hugs he had received had been seen and his improvement was indisputable.

But what to do next? The efforts put forward by Fea and Celuien had done little to help. Not even Glirdan's Bear-Hug had been enough for a cure. Fordim's case was desperate, and it called for desperate measures.

Celuien stood up and called to the assembled guests. "Fea, Glirdan and I have attempted to aid Fordim to the best of our abilities, but our efforts have not been sufficient. I fear that we must take drastic action and use the ultimate weapon of hugging. We must use the Group Hug of Doom. Who will join me?"

Fordim's jaw dropped to the floor, literally. He quickly retrieved his mandible from its landing place under a table and set it back in place. "Now, don't be hasty," he said. "Shouldn't we think this over some more?"

But it was too late. The Downers formed a Ring around him. At least two-dozen arms encircled Fordim's corpse.

Several Downers were overcome by the odor Fordim emitted and fell to the ground. The others, including Celuien, whose nose was still too congested to fully appreciate his condition, continued to hug away. When they felt that they had done their best, they scattered. Only time, and Fordim, could tell if they had cured him at last.

Humming a little tune, Celuien set off in search of Bêthberry and her herbal remedies. The dust allergy had served her well for the Fordim project, but she was starting to grow tired of sneezing and her other unpleasant symptoms.

Glirdan · 09-10-2005, 09:18 AM

Glirdan woke up suddenly with a sharp pain in his side. "What happened? Where am I? Why am I on the floor?" He saw Celuien walk by and called her(?) over to him. "What happened my friend? Why am I on the ground?"

"We gave Fordim the Hug of Doom and you passed out over the smell. Here, let me help you up." she said. "Thank you Celuien. Did our attempt work?" Glirdan asked. "We don't know, only time, and of course Fordim himself, will tell. Now please excuse me. I have to go find Bêthberry to see if she has any herbal remedies for my sneezing." and she walked off, sneezing every five seconds. "Well, I guess there is nothing to do but wait to see if the hug worked. I'll go get that mop and bucket and clean up the ooze that Fordim left behind. Oh Fêyberry! Where's the mop and bucket located?"

09-08-2005, 06:40 PM	#3
Celuien Riveting Ribbiter Join Date: May 2005 Location: Assigned to Mordor Posts: 1,767	Celuien blinked and rubbed her eyes at the entrance of the fashion-conscious wolf. She had never seen such a marvel before. The only lycanthropes she had previously encountered were terrifying, villager-devouring werebeasts. She was quite glad to see that the creature was friendly. Celuien's dust allergy was still bothering her. She had not brought any Tylènòl, Sòodhafèd, or other useful Anakronisms with her to the party. Fortunately, her diminished olfaction kept her from being disturbed by Fordim's malodorous condition. Her ear caught by Fêyberry's comment, she took a closer look at Fordim's hand. Indeed, the finger had grown back. And one of the holes in his body seemed smaller. Perhaps more hugs would help. Celuien was willing to test the theory. Bravely stepping into the puddle of ooze that surrounded what remained of Fordim's feet, she moved forward and gave him a hug. She then retreated, trying her best not to splash the puddles too much, and awaited the results... Last edited by Celuien; 09-09-2005 at 05:51 PM. Reason: Turning off siggy

09-10-2005, 09:18 AM	#7
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	Glirdan woke up suddenly with a sharp pain in his side. "What happened? Where am I? Why am I on the floor?" He saw Celuien walk by and called her(?) over to him. "What happened my friend? Why am I on the ground?" "We gave Fordim the Hug of Doom and you passed out over the smell. Here, let me help you up." she said. "Thank you Celuien. Did our attempt work?" Glirdan asked. "We don't know, only time, and of course Fordim himself, will tell. Now please excuse me. I have to go find Bêthberry to see if she has any herbal remedies for my sneezing." and she walked off, sneezing every five seconds. "Well, I guess there is nothing to do but wait to see if the hug worked. I'll go get that mop and bucket and clean up the ooze that Fordim left behind. Oh Fêyberry! Where's the mop and bucket located?" Last edited by Bêthberry; 09-10-2005 at 09:41 AM. Reason: signature removed

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09-08-2005, 11:24 AM	#1
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Fea's allergies had miraculously cleared up after being heavily dosed with the Anakronism that is Tylènòl állërgy rèlïëf. Fordim's scent was becoming more and more repugnant. The time had come to make a choice... either solve the problem, or run away swiftly to a safely scented distance. She decided with a barely noticable shiver. She stepped forward hesitantly, putting her arms around the decaying lump of Fordim. She held her breath, eyes closed, and stepped away. Without opening her eyes, she spoke. "Did it... work?"

09-08-2005, 03:37 PM	#2
Fordim Hedgethistle Gibbering Gibbet Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Beyond cloud nine Posts: 1,844	Sadly, it had not. Fordim's putresence continued, and he shuffled about in anxiety. It was the ubiquitous Feyberry who noticed, however, that one of Fordim's fingers had begun to regrow, albeit slightly. "Perhaps," she ventured, "he nearly needs to be hugged by more people...?"

09-08-2005, 06:46 PM	#4
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	After being horribly lynched by the villagers, Glirdan moved on and heard that Fordim was asking for hugs so he could turn back into his old form. He decided "Hey, if it's to help out a fellow BD'er who was blocked form the evil "error #403", I might as well give it a shot!" He stepped around the puddles of ooze that came from Fordim. "I think I'll go clean this up. A favor for Fêyberry for having this party," he thought to himself. He then stepped up to Fordim and gave him a hug. He stepped back beside Celuien and awaited the results.... Last edited by Bêthberry; 09-10-2005 at 04:52 AM. Reason: removed signature

09-09-2005, 07:57 AM	#5
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,007	Feyberry could not decide if she should attend to the rotting Fordim with a mop and bucket or with a spade. "After all," she said to herself, "compost does happen and Bethberry's garden does do so well with the organic stuff." She looked again at Fordim after observing the various hugging positions which various BDers invented to circumvent any nasal distance that was more close than necessary. She particularly noted the retching condition whick Glirdan was heroically attempting to hold down and decided that perhaps a cup of stiff Stärbûcks or Tîm Hòrténs mojo might be called for. She sighed in remembrance of Barrow Wight's Coffee and wondered what she could do to help Celuien with her allergies. "Surely Bethberry must have a herbal remedy?" Feyberry decided to confer with the forum moderator about the propriety of such in the game before offering it, however. Yet after all this rumination and hugging, Feyberry thought she observed more aspects of Fordim's resurrection. She was sure she saw his nose growing.

09-10-2005, 09:04 AM	#6
Celuien Riveting Ribbiter Join Date: May 2005 Location: Assigned to Mordor Posts: 1,767	Memories stirred uncomfortably in Celuien's mind at the sight of Fordim's lengthening nose. She seemed to remember a tale of another whose nose had grown. Could Fordim hold the secret to his own regeneration, and his request for hugs be a mere ploy? She quickly banished the thought. No one who had been to high Taniquetil would do such a thing. Then again, what had he done to merit being stalked by petty dwarves? For now, Celuien decided to operate under the assumption that hugs were indeed the cure for Fordim's condition. After all, the results of the hugs he had received had been seen and his improvement was indisputable. But what to do next? The efforts put forward by Fea and Celuien had done little to help. Not even Glirdan's Bear-Hug had been enough for a cure. Fordim's case was desperate, and it called for desperate measures. Celuien stood up and called to the assembled guests. "Fea, Glirdan and I have attempted to aid Fordim to the best of our abilities, but our efforts have not been sufficient. I fear that we must take drastic action and use the ultimate weapon of hugging. We must use the Group Hug of Doom. Who will join me?" Fordim's jaw dropped to the floor, literally. He quickly retrieved his mandible from its landing place under a table and set it back in place. "Now, don't be hasty," he said. "Shouldn't we think this over some more?" But it was too late. The Downers formed a Ring around him. At least two-dozen arms encircled Fordim's corpse. Several Downers were overcome by the odor Fordim emitted and fell to the ground. The others, including Celuien, whose nose was still too congested to fully appreciate his condition, continued to hug away. When they felt that they had done their best, they scattered. Only time, and Fordim, could tell if they had cured him at last. Humming a little tune, Celuien set off in search of Bêthberry and her herbal remedies. The dust allergy had served her well for the Fordim project, but she was starting to grow tired of sneezing and her other unpleasant symptoms.