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Sword of Spirit
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Oh, I'm around.
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Amana, if you are trying to say you are the Hunter, you really should just say it. It's almost like you were saying it in a round about way. If you are, say so. There's not time left.
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I dare not wait longer.
++TGWBS Let's hope he's a wolf. Gifteds, good luck toNight. Wolves, crappy luck to you. ![]()
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Kuru, if I die toNight, look at Amana's second to last post. That longer one.
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Dead Serious
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As the day drew to a close, the ballots were being counted. The Guy Who Be Short, who had been among Naria’s greatest opponents before Cailín had made clear that she was not a Hunter, seemed to have drawn the short straw of the day.
“I’m telling you,” he insisted, as they began to encircle him, and prevent his escape, “this is pointless! I may be misguided, but I’m innocent.” Seeing the villagers massed around, The Guy Who Be Short took a long, deep breath, clearly sizing up his odds- odds which no sane man would have bothered attempting. But desperation seized him, and The Guy Who Be Short knocked over Farael, and tried to make a run for it. As with Garin’s attempted escape, the entire village chased after him, and the speedier ones among them were soon catching up. Only one villager didn’t give chase. Amanaduial coolly drew an arrow from her quiver, set it to her bowstring, raised her longbow, drew back on the string, and with a faint whistling, the arrow sprang forward, taking down The Guy Who Be Short in the back. He dropped like a lead weight to the ground. “I can’t believe… you didn’t believe… me,” he gasped in his last moments. “Can’t believe it?” said Meneltarmacil, “he certainly earned his death!” “I agree,” said Alcarillo. “He’s as mad as a hatter.” “He was a hatter,” said Azaelia, dryly. “That’s why it was funny,” said Alcarillo. “Well, he hasn’t changed a bit,” said Lhuna, “and I’m pretty sure he’s dead. I guess he’s just an INNOCENT VILLAGER.” “He’s still an idiot,” said Gurthang. “Let’s not speak ill of the dead,” said Naria. “At least we can give him a proper burial- and let’s get it done before sundown if we can…” And so the villagers of Dol-in-Gaurhoth gathered up the body of the dead Guy Who Be Shot and buried him beneath the hanging tree in the village square. On a slat of wood, they wrote his epitaph. The top of the board, whereon was written his name, was lost, and so he is only known to history as “The Guy”. “Here Lies The Mad Hatter. May he rest in peace, Troubled no more by Hare-y beasts.” Day 4 is now over, Night 5 has begun. Posting should be over. I will be needing names from the Seer, Ranger, and Werewolves. Day 5 will begin and end at the normal times. ~Michael A. Joosten - WW XVI Moderator~
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Last edited by Formendacil; 01-16-2006 at 04:15 PM. Reason: I just gotta tell my stories, man... |
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