WW LXI: Grimm Tales

[wilwarin538]

Evil was not the only thing at work this night. There was still hope nestled secretly into the village.

Not far from the center of town, in a small little house, someone was staying up extremely late. He was never one for sleeping anyway. He hummed a quiet tune to himself as he polished the beautiful looking glass that he held carefully in his arms. There was an inscription on the rim of the glass, in an ancient tongue no longer spoken, that his mother had translated and told him many times. He spoke the verse quietly to himself as he mounted the looking glass onto his wall. “Speak the proper verse to me, and I will greatly help you see. If there be someone who seems awry, I will show where their loyalties lie. One at a time and only by Night, can this gift be granted to help your fight.” With a sigh he spoke the proper words and was revealed the true form of the villager he named. Not long after he closed his lights and had a very tousled sleep, in fear of the Day to come.

Around the same time a Huntsman sat in his small home close to the town square. All around his home he had various weapons and tools, most hidden out of sight. His dearest was his axe, though it was very large he had managed to find a way to keep it hidden under his cloak. It had been passed down from his father and was his most prized possession. As he removed it from its holster and slid it under his bed he thought gravely about the Day ahead, and the dangers he could sense were coming.

Finally, late into the Night, the Fairy Godmother sat in a tree top. She never needed sleep, so she would just watch. For now she was one of the only ones who could protect this village, and her task grew heavy on her heart. She had put so much of her power into changing the curse on Rosamund that she knew she could not protect them all, barely even herself. One a Night was all she could muster; she just hoped it would be enough.

The moon shone brightly on this Night, and the stars twinkled happily, as the village slept soundly. It would be their last quite sleep for a very long time.

Still Night 1. DO NOT POST ON THIS THREAD PLEASE.

[wilwarin538]

The sun shone brightly on this beautiful morning in our little village. Everyone awoke at the rooster’s loud call, which was quickly quieted by one of Shasta’s arrows (he wasn’t a morning person). They all got ready and began gathering in the town square, getting to work on their daily tasks.

Mirandir and Mithalwen walked together towards their little shop. There hadn’t been enough room in the town square for each to have their own, so the apothecary and the herbalist had to share. It was not always a happy partnership, and they often tried to steal each other’s customers, however, they were still kind friends.

Lariren and Isabellkya were also opening their proper places on either side of the Herb/Apothecary store. Visiting travellers and tourists often enjoyed grabbing a cookie on their way to discovering their doomed future.

On the other side of the small town square sat McCaber’s quaint little shop. At this time Sally the serving girl was dubbing him a villain because he would not give her sweets. Their argument was quite disturbing to Thinlomien who always enjoyed playing outside the little grocery. Today she was heard playing a cittern, though she was gifted in playing many other instruments as well.

Fea was seated comfortably in the middle of the square on the edge of the large fountain. At this time she had stopped telling her engaging tale in order to keep the children around her calm. It was not a convenient time for Aganzir to be taking her large lions for a morning stroll. Greenie had also jogged over from the schoolhouse to help keep her students from running away in terror of the beasts.

Eomer stepped around the felines nervously as he strolled through the village square. He constantly kept a shovel over his shoulder, his motto being “always be prepared”. He whistled along with Lommy’s music and nodded kindly to the shrubber Boromir and his apprentice Inziladun. At this time they were arranging two shrubberies outside of Gaurcrist’s blacksmith shop. One was being placed slightly higher than the other to get a two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.

Kath was busy in her adorable little restaurant serving an arguing group of book-lovers some coffee. The Phantom held on tightly to his copy of How to Rid Your Village of Evil in 10 Easy Steps! as Nerwen became insulted that a book existed in this village that had not been made by her own hand, and Nienna went on about how useless the book’s subject was and how he should read one of her’s. The Phantom looked up hopefully, knowing that this was about the time that Wilwarin came and defended his book-liberating. She was the only one who understood. But she was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is Wilwa?” he asked quietly, seeming very confused. This stopped Nerwen and Nienna mid sentence.

They all suddenly realised that this was about the time of day that Wilwarin came down from the castle to purchase various food items at McCaber’s for the castle’s chef. But she had not yet arrived. They all started to gather in the very middle of the town square, even Gwathagor the drunk vagrant joined in (he had been napping this whole time). Everyone began talking at once until finally they decided to search for her. It took only a few minutes.

Wilwarin was lying in a small ally behind the bakery. From afar it looked like she could just be asleep but upon closer examination it was obvious that she was dead. Eomer brought the shovel slowly down from his shoulder; something he had not expected to do today. The villagers began stepping around Wilwarin’s body looking for clues. They found 2. The first was the apple she was holding; it was bright red and wonderful with only one bite taken out of it. In the other hand there was a letter that had obviously been written in a hurry. It read thusly:

Dear Village,

There is evil lurking among you. The dear Lady Rosamund has been put into a deep sleep, Prince Philip is the only one that can save her, but it is far too dangerous for him to enter our little village at this time. You must rid us of this evil before it is too late, for every Night one of you will be taken. There is still hope, for there are some hidden among you, including myself, that can help protect you from these monsters. You must act quickly.

Good luck,
The Fairy Godmother

The village began to panic, but only for a time, for they cared deeply for their Lady Rosamund and knew that they would all perish if they did not find the villains that hid among them.

Eomer got to work, Lommy played one of Wilwarin’s favourite melodies and Shasta shot some blue arrows into the air, a village tradition. After a quick, but lovely service the villagers began to discuss. They were all afraid, and greatly sorrowful, but they knew that there was hope and that Wilwarin’s spirit would be there to comfort them during this ordeal.

Day 1 is now. You may discuss.

At any time toDay I need names from Hansel, Gretel, the Princess, Prince Charming, the Hunstman and the Robber Bridegroom.

[Thinlómien]

Oh, poor little Wilwarin
sweet butterfly, fluttering
we will see you no more in these green lands
you were taken by the evil with shadow hands
But, lil' Wilwa, you shall never be forgotten
we shall avenge you and smite the rotten!

*puts the cistern away and apogises for the bad quality of the ex tempore rhymes*

Well, I'm here, and the most of this post's content will be "hey I'm here I'll be back later" - I'm glad good ol' Noggie is not playing, he'd hang me for a post like this! But like I said, I have limited time now (I have to be at work in an hour) but I'll be here later in the evening to play properly.

And I'm very aware that this post may start the quiet-loud debate I do not wish to start, but as an announciatory matter I will say that if I don't find anyone very suspicious, I will vote for someone who I feel is not contributing to the common cause.

That being said, I will also try to avoid refraining voting people just because I enjoy playing with them extra much or they haven't played for a long time or something like that and to be semi-objective for once.

Oh, an whoever cross-posted with me is a baddie.

[Thinlómien]

No one cross-posted? Sniff, no just-past-deadline-rush! Kind of ruined my joke. Well, maybe we have no baddies in this village. But now I'm truly off, see you soon!

PS. Btw Wilwa I had to google "cittern" because I was not sure what it was...

[Boromir88]

I hate trying to come up with the 1st post, because I always wonder what to say. It is like the "subject" line for a message, what are you supposed to put? I think maybe "hello," or "thank you," but usually end up with a "..." because there is no subject. Sometimes I admit my lack of creativity and just say "I can not come up with a subject," but sometimes I get a light of creative genius like putting "Do Not Disturb," in a message that talks about privacy rights.

That is what I go through with trying to write the first post. I thought about saying "I am here and will read through the thread," but that didn't seem to fit. I thought about just saying "hello. Wilwa's dead? It can not be!" but that is not my thing. I thought maybe randomly making a list of suspicions based on a person's occupation, but I have not done that in a long long time and feel I have to uphold my high expectations.

So, I decided to write a first post that struggles how do you write a first post? In doing that maybe the rest of conversation can flow relatively easily. We shake off those first post jitters and just get conversing with one another. That way we can begin to just be comfortable talking with one another and not be thinking about "what do I say in a first post? What do I say to Boro?...he is kind of scary, I think Agan even called me nasty somewhere." I am saying don't think I am nasty, and I will try not to pay attention to the growths on some of your faces. Let us talk now, person to person.

I wonder if this is the longest 1st post ever?

Edit: crossed with Lommy...twice! ::angry face::

[Boromir88]

Thanks a lot Lommy, for stealing my thunder, I can't even get the 2nd!

[Lariren Shadow]

All right I'm terribly sorry about this. See admin thread as to why this is happening now.

First and only post of the Day probably and I hope that everyone is doing well (I can see some are and some aren't).

I can see that my vote is going to be...

++the phantom

Because he's the phantom and I know won't (hopefully) get lynched on Day 1 for my little insignificant vote.

Have fun everyone!

[Inziladun]

Good morning, all!
First off, I'm glad to be a part of this! I hope to last a least a few days before I'm murdered by the Agents of Evil or a fear maddened mob.
Also, I doubt I'll be able to do much in depth post analysis from 9:00 AM-6:00 PM EST, as those are work hours, and the boss would likely be appreciative if I devoted some of that time to actual work, but I'll do the best I can.
I'll try and pop back in here in a bit, and I intend to give this all my attention during the lunch break.

[Nerwen]

A terrible, terrible thing... and I didn't even have time to explain to the Fair Butterfly the difference between a bookbinder and a bookmaker

But we must do our best to avenge her death... and, who knows, some of you lucky people might get rich in the process.

The betting is now open.

Will we get a baddie on Day One?(4-1)

Who will be the first villain to die?
Big Bad Wolf(5-1)
Witch(5-1)
Rumpelstiltskin(2-1)
Ugly Stepsister(5-1)
Robber Bridegroom(3-1)

Will Lommy and Aganzir try to lynch each other?(2-1)

Place your bets now with your friendly neighbourhood bookmaker!

Remember the slogan, "It's a Safe Bet With Auntie Nerwen!"

EDIT: X'd since Lommy.