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Psyche of Prince Immortal
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bah... i felt something special with her ya know? she wasn't like all the other girls ya know? well its all horrible...so Kitanna, what are you doing tonight?
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Beloved Shadow
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Hurry! Get your things packed. Get out of this village before the madness begins thought the phantom to himself as he entered his little shack.
Running away again, eh? How brave! said a voice in his head. Running has kept me alive this long, and it'll keep me alive again! he snapped back at the voice. But if the wolves keep going from village to village wiping everyone out, eventually there won't be another village to run to. You have to stand your ground eventually returned the voice. Stand my ground and die? Ha! What chance does this village have? Not much if you leave! answered the voice. You're a leader and a clear thinker- when you are sober, that is. The village could really use you. the phantom sighed, sat down on the floor, and cradled his throbbing head. "Should I run, or fight?" he asked aloud to the empty room. After nearly ten minutes of silence, his jaw slowly hardened and his hands balled up into fists. "I will FIGHT! First, I need to take some medicine and get my head cleared up so I can think better. Then- I'll make some plans."
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Laconic Loreman
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Crazy drunk, I should just ban him from the Cafe.
Hmm, Perky's sort of signalling me over, I wonder if I should close for the day. Or perhaps, since we need to decide what to do I can round everyone up to the Cafe. I suppose it would be a nice gathering place to conduct talks. Plus get the place lively for once. "Drinks are on the house today fellow villagers. We got things to discuss."
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Maniacal Mage
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"Drink's on the house?" Perky said, as he pulled up a seat in Boromir's cafe. "You don't have to tell me twice! Bring forth an ale!" Perky made conversation with Boromir, talking about everything but the morning's incident. He wanted to wait til everyone was present so they could all here what everyone had to say. Besides that, Perky had made everyone's favorite meal for the occasion, and proper manners dictated that everyone should be seated before eating. Looking over the day, Perky realized what he had done. He spent hours upon hours cooking his troubles away, but he realized no amount of curry could get rid of the werewolves.
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Regal Dwarven Shade
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: A Remote Dwarven Hold
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Kuruharan strolled in.
"My private table please, pronto!" The wait staff hastily threw some less affluent customers out of the cafe. Kuruharan sat down. "I'll have the spaghetti. I must say this is an awfully calm and collected village considering what just happened. I've heard that in other villages by this point the fur has already been flying (if you'll pardon the expression). I may need to organize another faire to liven things up."
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Child of the West
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn
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Kitanna sat in the corner of Boromir's cafe gently stroking her favorite cat, a pleasant red tabby. She listened to the conversations going around about Wilwa's unfortunate death.
"I think we are being too calm about all this." She finally said. "Wilwa never did any one in this village any harm and there's no telling who those foul wolves will take next." She returned her attention to her cat.
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Maniacal Mage
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"Agreed" Perky interjected, after hearing Kitanna's statement. "We all know she didn't deserve her fate. And for that matter, who is to say any of us deserve it either? Well...naturally the wolves, but we have yet to name them. Let us find them swiftly, so that no more must befall Wilwa's fate."
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' |
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Riveting Ribbiter
Join Date: May 2005
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"What, Kuru, another faire? Bring more strange folk into the village? For all we know there could be more monsters in the audience, or cast for that matter. No, we've serious business. Less tinsel and glitter, more work."
What should I do? What, what... I could give this old rod a try now. Or maybe I should wait a bit longer to see what happens. Torn between these two thoughts, she stood at the door of the cafe and gazed down the deserted street, awaiting more arrivals.
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"Mmmm...this is most excellent spaghetti. A faire would stir things up a bit. It is in the village's interest to have things stirred up. It is kind of hard to deduce anything when everybody is lying low. (More wine waiter.) Perhaps I should say something that might spark a bit of debate. On the first DAY we might consider making a selection from among those who say little. (Where's my salad?)"
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Everyone in the cafe looked up in surprise as the door swung open and a stranger entered the room. He was well dressed, clean shaven, and walked with confidence and grace. His eyes shone with intelligence.
"Who are you, sir?" asked Kuru rising from his seat. "The man that you threw out of your theatre for being too loud last weekend" answered the stranger. "And I don't blame you- I deserved it." "Ph-phantom?" stuttered Perky Ent. "Who else?" said the phantom with a smile. "I didn't recognize you all.. you know- decent looking." "Well, get used to it. I'm not touching another mug of ale ever again. I've been running away from wolves and trying to drown my nightmares about them for long enough. I think it's about time I killed them- or at least die trying. I will regain my lost honor." Quote:
However, his cunning could serve us well in the coming days if he is an innocent. I am not willing to cast a stone at him this early- not until we have some evidence against him. We have no real information to work with right now, and I think it would be extremely unwise to kill one of our best thinkers with no evidence. Now, I'm not saying I think he is innocent- so don't hold my defense of him against me later if he turns out to be a wolf. I'm just saying that if I had to lynch someone on a completely random guess, I would not want Kuru to be the one to die.
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Riveting Ribbiter
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Celuien walked into Boromir's cafe, a dripping box under one arm and a willow wand under the other. Loud ribbits could be heard coming from the box.
"Take those disgusting frogs out of here!" shouted one villager. "It's bad enough that you fill your own hut with them. We don't want them in here while we're trying to think." "Now, now," returned Celuien. "There's no harm in them. Besides, how could you expect me to leave my darlings unattended when there are werewolves rampaging through Tinseltown?" She glared at the villager and sat down at a table. "What's the stick for?" queried another. "You'll just have to see," came the mysterious reply. To herself she added what, you've never heard of a willow rod for divining? Granted that's usually for water, but why not try it on wolves too? It's as good as anything else I have to go on. Grasping at straws, grasping at straws... With that, Celuien ordered a mug of coffee and muttered to herself with a glowering expression on her face.
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