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Oddwen · 08-13-2005, 06:01 AM

Looking at my own reflection,
When suddenly it changes,
Violently it changes
Oh, no. There is no turning back now,
you've woken up the Werewolf in me.

-------------------

Day broke as usual on the small Village of Hamlet - cold, cold, cold. And cold. Did I mention cold? Well, it was the middle of winter high up on a mountain, so the frigidity was justified. It wasn't met with cheers of joy every day, that's all.
Villagers went about their early morning duties as usual, though niggling at the back of their minds was the feeling that something wasn't right.

Alcarillo felt it as he set up the barstools.
Arcticstorm felt it as he read his theology books.
littlemanpoet felt it as he baked Zali's bread and tried on her clothes.
Boromir88 thought about it as he investigated the death of a chicken.
CaptainofDespair felt it while he herded up his shrews in preparation for the shearing later that day.
Dancing Spawn felt it as she started her inferno and sorted her glass.
Durelin felt it as she ate one of the Captain's shrews.
Enca felt it, but thought it was another symptom of lost love.
Firefoot felt it as she readied her pencils to draw a shrew.
Gil-Galad almost thought about crying it to the town, but instead went about digging a grave for the chicken.
Gurthang felt it, and it made him even more irritable about the 'Poor, pooooor chicken'.
Laitaine wrote a song about it. In D-minor. Of course.
Lalaith felt it and muttered "Sooth, sooth." Most who heard her thought she was talking about needing her chimney cleaned.
Menel felt it as he polished his armor.
Mithalwen felt it as she milked her goats.
Mormegil felt it as he turned gold into less gold.
Nonnacedak felt it as he prepared to go down to the lake and fish.
SamwiseGamgee felt it as he scornfully compared a shrew to a lyena.
Saucie felt it, even though he had been at the bar since it opened.
Wilwa felt it as she lamented her career, but was slightly more elated when she spotted a rare snow moth.

Even so, it was several hours before they noticed that something was indeed amiss. Where was their healer?
"Where is Oddwen?" they asked. "Even she never sleeps quite this late."
A few of her closest friends went across to her house, and knocked on the door. But no answer - how absurd! The friendly neighborhood chiropractor always was prompt! Not before noon usually, but always prompt after that.
"Maybe she threw her back out," suggested one. With growing crowds and alarm, they entered her house and looked for her.
"She's not in the house," they said in wonderment. "But she couldn't have left - there are her shoes and coat, on that skeleton thing she keeps around."
"She doesn't even have a fire going, and in the dead of winter too," another said, and opened the woodbox. A scream strangled its way out of the throat of the villager - and the others gathered in alarm. Another skeleton lay in the woodbox.
But a closer examination by one of the more stout-hearted revealed that this skeleton was not "another", it was the original. The one sporting Oddwen's kine-hide jacket and shoes was not a wired together reference guide at all, it was leftovers from a meal. In the pocket of the jacket they found a note:

*burp*
Werewolves three
Hee hee hee

"She's been...murdered! Eaten!" they gasped in horror. "By Werewolves...and is that supposed to be poetry?! Worser and worser! But why? Why would they attack our little peaceful village Hamlet?" A trip to the pantry revealed a clue - as they opened it, splintered wood and shredded calfskin tumbled out. It was all that remained of Oddwen's drums.
"Why would they destroy those?" murmured the village.
"I was so fond of her playing," said one sadly. "Especially when she'd yodel."
"Aye," said another growing misty eyed. "It was a comfort on those long nights."
"Reg'lar as clockwork she was, the sun'd go down, and up would go an hour long beatin' solo."
"She was good too, couldn't have missed the rhythm more'n every other measure. And you've never *heard* such dynamics!"
"Some days, the only break she took from playin' would be to serve a customer."
"She was a selfless lass, always ready to come to me house to play me to sleep when I couldn't."
"She used to come and beat on me Saucepans."
"Remember the band we formed last summer? Dear Oddwen on the skins, Laitaine playin' her flute, Menel there on his bagpipes and old man Saucie callin' the moves for the dance?"
No doubt about it - these Wolves were insane, attacking a harmless, peaceful village for no reason.
Their lamentations were cut short as Boromir88 entered, bringing in the dead chicken.
"Eew," the Villagers cried. "Eew!"
"I've discovered the reason for death," cried Boromir. "It was stepped on - by a bear!"
This was met with another shock. What? Eh? Bears? Nonsense!
A trip outside to the chicken shack quelled their doubts. There in the snow were tracks of the largest bear anyone could remember remembering. They circled Oddwen's little hut and wandered in and out of the Village. They found several other small squashed animals in its wake.
"Werewolves and frostbite and bears, oh my!" cried the Villagers.
They swore revenge on the Wolves and the bear for dear Oddwen and (on the insistence of Gurthang) the poooooooor chicken.

-----------------------

It is now DAY one. Werewolves, stop PMing. Sherriffs may start. DAY will end in 24 hours.

A reminder: please do not edit your posts for anything other than minor mistakes. Double posts are okay, remember.

Gurthang · 08-13-2005, 06:04 AM

This is truly a tragic day; but I fear that even more tragedy will befall us before we are all able to rest. Oddwen will be sorely missed, if for no other reason than her calm thinking would have been an immense help during this newly darkened hour.

But I hope that we will all be able to think like rational humans in this matter. Do not be rash in your decisions here. We don’t know everything behind this event. These werewolves may have been forced to do this foul deed. After all, they are creatures who do things by nature and instinct. Perhaps they were responding to some threat they saw to themselves, and so they would blame us for the starting of this matter.

But know this: I am not saying what they did was right. I am searching for a peaceful end to this predicament, if that is at all possible. Maybe if we leave these werewolves alone, they will leave us alone. Perhaps this is just a big misunderstanding that will end here if we don’t continue it. If we could all think about this from the wolves’ point of view, maybe we can figure out a non-violent way of resolving this situation. Yet knowing the nature of us as humans, I’m not sure that will be possible.

Still, I hope we won’t be too hasty in the decisions we are about to make. All of our lives are at stake here, which makes this a very tense scene. Clear thinking is what we need. There is something I think we all overlook at times, but we would do better if we remembered this: Werewolves are People, too!

[(400th post!)]

Alcarillo · 08-13-2005, 06:14 AM

Alas! Poor Oddwen, we knew her well. I'll always remember the way she ordered he drinks at the bar; with a straight back, never slouching. *sheds tear* So, this is the first day of lynching. I suppose we could just look for suspicious posts or randomly pick somebody to lynch (probably not a good idea). We'll be in the dark until we come up with a sort of strategy for nabbing these werewolf (and bear) menaces.

Boromir88 · 08-13-2005, 06:46 AM

Gurthang, we have a death on our hands, apparently killed by werewolves, and above that bears too. I doubt peace is going to be a good solution.

Though I do agree we should clearly think this through, no sense in irrationally starting a mass man hunt, or should I say wolf hunt? We don't want to get ourselves into a situation where we are just hanging anyone we see.

mormegil · 08-13-2005, 07:10 AM

Gurthang, if wolves are people too all the more reason to kill them and quickly. I've got my experiments to get back to and I do hope that this tragic event won't interfer with my gold making. Now I find it telling that our animal rights activist there is so willing to support these wolves. I tell you they can think and they know right from wrong. I say we burn them and warm ourselves by their fires.

Firefoot · 08-13-2005, 07:56 AM

Now why would anyone want to kill poor Oddwen? 'Tis a sad day indeed for the village of Hamlet.

I can't say as I have any pity for our wolves; from what I've heard tell they tend to be cunning creatures who know exactly what they're doing. They've got to be lynched. The problem is finding out who them wolves are, and I don't see any way to do that save by careful observation and keeping our wits about us.

We'll have to see, but today I reckon we're just going to have to get lucky.

dancing spawn of ungoliant · 08-13-2005, 08:45 AM

Wolves and bears on one night! Well, that's just great.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Gurthang

These werewolves may have been forced to do this foul deed.

They were forced by their thirst for blood, I say.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Alcarillo

I suppose we could just look for suspicious posts or randomly pick somebody to lynch

Random accusing and random lynching are two very different things. On this day everything looks suspicious - we have murderers among us. I don't expect to be much wiser at the end of this day but let's not do any hasty decisions yet. It's still early. But there's one thing I want to say: let's not show them any mercy for we shall receive none.

littlemanpoet · 08-13-2005, 09:08 AM

I am Azaelia of Willowbottom. No, really. It's just that I've had this really, really bad magical transformation happen to me. I think it was the last great wish of Oddwen whispered to some god before she died. So yes, I'm the Baker, but you can call me LMP. It's easier.

Urk! Sorry! Urk! I'm having an attack of laryngitis and won't be able to communicate properly for I don't know how long, so I'm just going to vote now. If that looks suspicious, so be it. Yes, it's totally <urk> random, but what else do you expect on Day One?

++ Gurthang

On the grounds that he's an annoying animal rights activist. So there.

08-13-2005, 06:01 AM	#1
Oddwen Drummer in the Deep Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Next Sunday A.D. Posts: 2,145	I feel so alone, gonna end up a big ol' pile of them... Looking at my own reflection, When suddenly it changes, Violently it changes Oh, no. There is no turning back now, you've woken up the Werewolf in me. ------------------- Day broke as usual on the small Village of Hamlet - cold, cold, cold. And cold. Did I mention cold? Well, it was the middle of winter high up on a mountain, so the frigidity was justified. It wasn't met with cheers of joy every day, that's all. Villagers went about their early morning duties as usual, though niggling at the back of their minds was the feeling that something wasn't right. Alcarillo felt it as he set up the barstools. Arcticstorm felt it as he read his theology books. littlemanpoet felt it as he baked Zali's bread and tried on her clothes. Boromir88 thought about it as he investigated the death of a chicken. CaptainofDespair felt it while he herded up his shrews in preparation for the shearing later that day. Dancing Spawn felt it as she started her inferno and sorted her glass. Durelin felt it as she ate one of the Captain's shrews. Enca felt it, but thought it was another symptom of lost love. Firefoot felt it as she readied her pencils to draw a shrew. Gil-Galad almost thought about crying it to the town, but instead went about digging a grave for the chicken. Gurthang felt it, and it made him even more irritable about the 'Poor, pooooor chicken'. Laitaine wrote a song about it. In D-minor. Of course. Lalaith felt it and muttered "Sooth, sooth." Most who heard her thought she was talking about needing her chimney cleaned. Menel felt it as he polished his armor. Mithalwen felt it as she milked her goats. Mormegil felt it as he turned gold into less gold. Nonnacedak felt it as he prepared to go down to the lake and fish. SamwiseGamgee felt it as he scornfully compared a shrew to a lyena. Saucie felt it, even though he had been at the bar since it opened. Wilwa felt it as she lamented her career, but was slightly more elated when she spotted a rare snow moth. Even so, it was several hours before they noticed that something was indeed amiss. Where was their healer? "Where is Oddwen?" they asked. "Even she never sleeps quite this late." A few of her closest friends went across to her house, and knocked on the door. But no answer - how absurd! The friendly neighborhood chiropractor always was prompt! Not before noon usually, but always prompt after that. "Maybe she threw her back out," suggested one. With growing crowds and alarm, they entered her house and looked for her. "She's not in the house," they said in wonderment. "But she couldn't have left - there are her shoes and coat, on that skeleton thing she keeps around." "She doesn't even have a fire going, and in the dead of winter too," another said, and opened the woodbox. A scream strangled its way out of the throat of the villager - and the others gathered in alarm. Another skeleton lay in the woodbox. But a closer examination by one of the more stout-hearted revealed that this skeleton was not "another", it was the original. The one sporting Oddwen's kine-hide jacket and shoes was not a wired together reference guide at all, it was leftovers from a meal. In the pocket of the jacket they found a note: burp Werewolves three Hee hee hee "She's been...murdered! Eaten!" they gasped in horror. "By Werewolves...and is that supposed to be poetry?! Worser and worser! But why? Why would they attack our little peaceful village Hamlet?" A trip to the pantry revealed a clue - as they opened it, splintered wood and shredded calfskin tumbled out. It was all that remained of Oddwen's drums. "Why would they destroy those?" murmured the village. "I was so fond of her playing," said one sadly. "Especially when she'd yodel." "Aye," said another growing misty eyed. "It was a comfort on those long nights." "Reg'lar as clockwork she was, the sun'd go down, and up would go an hour long beatin' solo." "She was good too, couldn't have missed the rhythm more'n every other measure. And you've never heard such dynamics!" "Some days, the only break she took from playin' would be to serve a customer." "She was a selfless lass, always ready to come to me house to play me to sleep when I couldn't." "She used to come and beat on me Saucepans." "Remember the band we formed last summer? Dear Oddwen on the skins, Laitaine playin' her flute, Menel there on his bagpipes and old man Saucie callin' the moves for the dance?" No doubt about it - these Wolves were insane, attacking a harmless, peaceful village for no reason. Their lamentations were cut short as Boromir88 entered, bringing in the dead chicken. "Eew," the Villagers cried. "Eew!" "I've discovered the reason for death," cried Boromir. "It was stepped on - by a bear!" This was met with another shock. What? Eh? Bears? Nonsense! A trip outside to the chicken shack quelled their doubts. There in the snow were tracks of the largest bear anyone could remember remembering. They circled Oddwen's little hut and wandered in and out of the Village. They found several other small squashed animals in its wake. "Werewolves and frostbite and bears, oh my!" cried the Villagers. They swore revenge on the Wolves and the bear for dear Oddwen and (on the insistence of Gurthang) the poooooooor chicken. ----------------------- It is now DAY one. Werewolves, stop PMing. Sherriffs may start. DAY will end in 24 hours. A reminder: please do not edit your posts for anything other than minor mistakes. Double posts are okay, remember. __________________ But all the while I sit and think of times there were before I listen for returning feet and voices at the door Last edited by Oddwen; 08-13-2005 at 09:18 AM. Reason: The 24 hour thing...then the lmp thing...

08-13-2005, 06:04 AM	#2
Gurthang Sword of Spirit Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Oh, I'm around. Posts: 1,401	This is truly a tragic day; but I fear that even more tragedy will befall us before we are all able to rest. Oddwen will be sorely missed, if for no other reason than her calm thinking would have been an immense help during this newly darkened hour. But I hope that we will all be able to think like rational humans in this matter. Do not be rash in your decisions here. We don’t know everything behind this event. These werewolves may have been forced to do this foul deed. After all, they are creatures who do things by nature and instinct. Perhaps they were responding to some threat they saw to themselves, and so they would blame us for the starting of this matter. But know this: I am not saying what they did was right. I am searching for a peaceful end to this predicament, if that is at all possible. Maybe if we leave these werewolves alone, they will leave us alone. Perhaps this is just a big misunderstanding that will end here if we don’t continue it. If we could all think about this from the wolves’ point of view, maybe we can figure out a non-violent way of resolving this situation. Yet knowing the nature of us as humans, I’m not sure that will be possible. Still, I hope we won’t be too hasty in the decisions we are about to make. All of our lives are at stake here, which makes this a very tense scene. Clear thinking is what we need. There is something I think we all overlook at times, but we would do better if we remembered this: Werewolves are People, too! [(400th post!)] __________________ I'm on a Mission from God.

08-13-2005, 06:46 AM	#4
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Gurthang, we have a death on our hands, apparently killed by werewolves, and above that bears too. I doubt peace is going to be a good solution. Though I do agree we should clearly think this through, no sense in irrationally starting a mass man hunt, or should I say wolf hunt? We don't want to get ourselves into a situation where we are just hanging anyone we see. __________________ Fenris Penguin Last edited by Boromir88; 08-13-2005 at 06:47 AM. Reason: grammar

08-13-2005, 07:10 AM	#5
mormegil Maundering Mage Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Texas Posts: 4,651	Gurthang, if wolves are people too all the more reason to kill them and quickly. I've got my experiments to get back to and I do hope that this tragic event won't interfer with my gold making. Now I find it telling that our animal rights activist there is so willing to support these wolves. I tell you they can think and they know right from wrong. I say we burn them and warm ourselves by their fires. __________________ “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

08-13-2005, 06:14 AM	#3
Alcarillo Shadow of the Past Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minas Mor-go Posts: 1,007	Alas! Poor Oddwen, we knew her well. I'll always remember the way she ordered he drinks at the bar; with a straight back, never slouching. sheds tear So, this is the first day of lynching. I suppose we could just look for suspicious posts or randomly pick somebody to lynch (probably not a good idea). We'll be in the dark until we come up with a sort of strategy for nabbing these werewolf (and bear) menaces.

08-13-2005, 07:56 AM	#6
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Now why would anyone want to kill poor Oddwen? 'Tis a sad day indeed for the village of Hamlet. I can't say as I have any pity for our wolves; from what I've heard tell they tend to be cunning creatures who know exactly what they're doing. They've got to be lynched. The problem is finding out who them wolves are, and I don't see any way to do that save by careful observation and keeping our wits about us. We'll have to see, but today I reckon we're just going to have to get lucky.

08-13-2005, 09:08 AM	#8
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	I am Azaelia of Willowbottom. No, really. It's just that I've had this really, really bad magical transformation happen to me. I think it was the last great wish of Oddwen whispered to some god before she died. So yes, I'm the Baker, but you can call me LMP. It's easier. Urk! Sorry! Urk! I'm having an attack of laryngitis and won't be able to communicate properly for I don't know how long, so I'm just going to vote now. If that looks suspicious, so be it. Yes, it's totally <urk> random, but what else do you expect on Day One? ++ Gurthang On the grounds that he's an annoying animal rights activist. So there.