Tol-in-Gaurhoth XXII: Hic Monstrae Trucidant - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Kath · 05-30-2006, 04:26 PM

Unaware that his death was now inevitable Boromir continued to talk, trying to explain, to get people to listen, but to no avail. The villagers converged upon him, raiding his clothes for hidden weapons, not wishing to be caught off-guard if he turned out to be a wolf.
“What shall we do with him?” Asked spawn, who found a knife inside Boromir’s boot. “Use this?”

“No, that’s too simple.” Replied Sauce. “We need something that will really show these fiends who’s in charge round here.”

“Well, how about using the wolves own tricks against them, and kill him with his favourite animal?” Mused Lommy.

The idea was taken up with glee, and after much persuasion of a violent nature, an answer was finally pulled out of the doomed assassin.

“A lion! My favourite animal is a lion.”

“To the lion pit!” Cried the villagers, some with bemused voices, sure they had not had a lion pit the day before. Still, it was a fitting death, so they shrugged and joined the crowd.

Boromir was lifted high into the air on the villagers shoulders, in a bizarre parody of a victory parade, and carried towards the outskirts of the village. As they neared the boundary markings, roars could be heard, and a few more steps took them to the edge of a deep pit, in which three lions were prowling.

The villagers put Boromir down and pushed him right up to the rim of the pit. Terrified he turned round and pointed at Lommy.

“She’s the one you want, not me!”

The villagers just shook their heads.

“Oh yes, her and the other hundred villagers you voted for today.”

“Please, I’m INNOCENT I tell you! Inno . . .”

But it was too late. With one final push he fell, and the lions closed in around him. The villages watched in anticipation as the claws ripped through him, shredding both cloth and flesh, waiting for the moment when he would transform into the beast he truly was. It never came. The lions tore at Boromir, their roars masking his screams, but he remained human throughout.

Looking down into the pit the villagers saw his mangled, innocent body, and knew that three among them were quietly gloating. Walking a little way apart from each other, they made their way back into town, dreading what they knew was to come that Night.

Night 1 ~ Kath, killed by a turtle in an aerial attack ~ Innocent.
Day 1 ~ Boromir, lynched by the villagers by means of lions ~ Innocent.

Night 2 has now begun.
Wolves, Seer, Hunter, Ranger and Changeling - please PM me your choices.

Oh and Nogrod, if you make one more after the deadline post your death will swiftly follow, savvy?

05-30-2006, 04:26 PM	#11
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Unaware that his death was now inevitable Boromir continued to talk, trying to explain, to get people to listen, but to no avail. The villagers converged upon him, raiding his clothes for hidden weapons, not wishing to be caught off-guard if he turned out to be a wolf. “What shall we do with him?” Asked spawn, who found a knife inside Boromir’s boot. “Use this?” “No, that’s too simple.” Replied Sauce. “We need something that will really show these fiends who’s in charge round here.” “Well, how about using the wolves own tricks against them, and kill him with his favourite animal?” Mused Lommy. The idea was taken up with glee, and after much persuasion of a violent nature, an answer was finally pulled out of the doomed assassin. “A lion! My favourite animal is a lion.” “To the lion pit!” Cried the villagers, some with bemused voices, sure they had not had a lion pit the day before. Still, it was a fitting death, so they shrugged and joined the crowd. Boromir was lifted high into the air on the villagers shoulders, in a bizarre parody of a victory parade, and carried towards the outskirts of the village. As they neared the boundary markings, roars could be heard, and a few more steps took them to the edge of a deep pit, in which three lions were prowling. The villagers put Boromir down and pushed him right up to the rim of the pit. Terrified he turned round and pointed at Lommy. “She’s the one you want, not me!” The villagers just shook their heads. “Oh yes, her and the other hundred villagers you voted for today.” “Please, I’m INNOCENT I tell you! Inno . . .” But it was too late. With one final push he fell, and the lions closed in around him. The villages watched in anticipation as the claws ripped through him, shredding both cloth and flesh, waiting for the moment when he would transform into the beast he truly was. It never came. The lions tore at Boromir, their roars masking his screams, but he remained human throughout. Looking down into the pit the villagers saw his mangled, innocent body, and knew that three among them were quietly gloating. Walking a little way apart from each other, they made their way back into town, dreading what they knew was to come that Night. Night 1 ~ Kath, killed by a turtle in an aerial attack ~ Innocent. Day 1 ~ Boromir, lynched by the villagers by means of lions ~ Innocent. Night 2 has now begun. Wolves, Seer, Hunter, Ranger and Changeling - please PM me your choices. Oh and Nogrod, if you make one more after the deadline post your death will swiftly follow, savvy? __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” Last edited by Kath; 05-30-2006 at 05:45 PM.