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Nilpaurion Felagund · 03-21-2006, 02:28 AM

It was a glorious day for Ened-in-Nowhere. After the first few tottering steps to rid their village of the lupine menace, they finally got some on the third DAY. Two, in fact. Eomer of the Rohirrim was in his royal quarters that NIGHT, weaving melodious verses to commemorate the DAY in song.

Suddenly the door to his home tumbled in riven fragments to the ground. In strode two Werewolves, dreadful in their wrath. Eomer took his flute in one hand and his harp in the other. He strung his harp and fitted the flute into it. Holding the harp as if it were a bow, he fired at the Werewolves. But, since he was no archer, he missed. The Werewolves advanced menacingly.

'This is it,' Eomer thought. 'I'm going to die . . . and me without inspiration for my last song.' But despair lent genius wings, and suddenly the royal musician uttered these lines:

Sad souls, take comfort, nor forget
That sunrise never failed us yet.

The two fiends cackled. 'You'll never see sunrise again,' said one; and taking all his woodwind instruments they stabbed him repeatedly.

Standing back to admire their work, one of the Werewolves commented: 'There, he looks like a hedgehog. Anguirel shall find a good reason to hate him now.' The two snickered and left just before the first few golden rays betrayed Anar's return to the East.

The next day, all the villagers were gathered at Eomer's home. Many of them were secretly sobbing, some were openly weeping.

'Who could do such a horrible thing to such a handsome man?' Cailín said.

The scroll of the census was changed:

Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT.
Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY.
Anguirel, an Ordinary Villager, was massacred by were-hedgehogs on the second NIGHT.
Eonwe, an Ordinary Villager, was struck by lightning, struck by lightning! on the second DAY.
dancing spawn of ungoliant, a Seer, was taken away on the third NIGHT.
Kath, a Werewolf, was accidentally strangled on the third DAY
Lhunardawen, the Werewolf Beloved, died with his Lover on the third DAY
Farael, the Lover, died defending his Beloved on the third DAY
Eomer of the Rohirrim, an Ordinary Villager, was poked with woodwinds on the fourth NIGHT.

Those alive are:

Caranlondien, a lumberjack
tar-ancalime, a witch
Cailín, the town gossip
Celuien, a psychiatrist
Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth
Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer
Lalaith, a rich young widow
Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker
Formendacil, an unemployed person
littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter
Glirdan, an unemployed person
Gurthang, an arrowsmith
the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman
SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager

03-21-2006, 02:28 AM	#8
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	The fourth DAY. It was a glorious day for Ened-in-Nowhere. After the first few tottering steps to rid their village of the lupine menace, they finally got some on the third DAY. Two, in fact. Eomer of the Rohirrim was in his royal quarters that NIGHT, weaving melodious verses to commemorate the DAY in song. Suddenly the door to his home tumbled in riven fragments to the ground. In strode two Werewolves, dreadful in their wrath. Eomer took his flute in one hand and his harp in the other. He strung his harp and fitted the flute into it. Holding the harp as if it were a bow, he fired at the Werewolves. But, since he was no archer, he missed. The Werewolves advanced menacingly. 'This is it,' Eomer thought. 'I'm going to die . . . and me without inspiration for my last song.' But despair lent genius wings, and suddenly the royal musician uttered these lines: Sad souls, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet. The two fiends cackled. 'You'll never see sunrise again,' said one; and taking all his woodwind instruments they stabbed him repeatedly. Standing back to admire their work, one of the Werewolves commented: 'There, he looks like a hedgehog. Anguirel shall find a good reason to hate him now.' The two snickered and left just before the first few golden rays betrayed Anar's return to the East. The next day, all the villagers were gathered at Eomer's home. Many of them were secretly sobbing, some were openly weeping. 'Who could do such a horrible thing to such a handsome man?' Cailín said. The scroll of the census was changed: Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT. Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY. Anguirel, an Ordinary Villager, was massacred by were-hedgehogs on the second NIGHT. Eonwe, an Ordinary Villager, was struck by lightning, struck by lightning! on the second DAY. dancing spawn of ungoliant, a Seer, was taken away on the third NIGHT. Kath, a Werewolf, was accidentally strangled on the third DAY Lhunardawen, the Werewolf Beloved, died with his Lover on the third DAY Farael, the Lover, died defending his Beloved on the third DAY Eomer of the Rohirrim, an Ordinary Villager, was poked with woodwinds on the fourth NIGHT. Those alive are: Caranlondien, a lumberjack tar-ancalime, a witch Cailín, the town gossip Celuien, a psychiatrist Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer Lalaith, a rich young widow Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker Formendacil, an unemployed person littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter Glirdan, an unemployed person Gurthang, an arrowsmith the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager __________________ フェンリス鴨 (Fenrisu Kamo) The plot, cut, defeated. I intend to copy this sig forever - so far so good... Last edited by Nilpaurion Felagund; 03-21-2006 at 02:38 AM.