WWJ IX: Psychotic Penguins: The Crossing of Helcaraxë - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nogrod · 06-07-2006, 04:01 PM

It was over midnight and two werepenguins were already assembled in the basement.
“So, we must get rid of the two singer-songwriters tonight”, the Chinstrap said.
“Easy job, I daresay”, answered the Rockhopper.
“Where’s the Emperor, by the way?” asked the Chinstrap.
“Probably taking care of ‘matters of the state’”, the Rockhopper grinned.
“To state the matter, the Emperor’s busy”, chuckled the Chinstrap.
“With the current state of the affairs, I’m not wondering that” the Rockhopper commented.
They both bursted up in laughter.

“The idea was not to wake the whole party with that foolish chuckling of yours” a dry voice interrupted as the Emperor emerged from the shadows.
“Yes, boss” the two smaller penguins agreed.
“Let’s get to the bussiness now. And no tomfoolery, I warn you”, the Emperor said.

Quietly the three took the Bomb and left.

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Instead of sweet birds singing, the elves were waken up by an explosion. They hurried out from their rooms to the place where Thinlómien’s and Nogrod’s rooms should have been, but they saw Nothing.

Actually seeing Nothing for the first time in one’s life is quite a mind-boggling experience. It was most weird, nothing they would have imagined Nothingness to be. It was there in front of their eyes but then, it wasn’t. The two rooms were missing, the doors to them were missing, the ceilings were missing, the beds were missing, the pillows were missing and both Thinlómien and Nogrod were missing too. Everything was missing but Nothing.

There was no trace of Lady Elenwë either.

“There’s nothing there” said dancing spawn of ungoliant, the animals’ dung cleaning specialist.
“Obviously” answered Eonwe, the herald, wryly.
“Except Nothing, of course” snapped in Anguirel, Lalwendë's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist.
“Did you hear the bang?” asked Firefoot, Aredhel’s friend.
“Yes, it was a Big Bang” answered Lalaith, Aredhel’s tutoress.
“A mighty darn huge Big Bang” put in the phantom, Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire.
“Yeah... Hey look! There’s a note on the floor!” called JennyHallu, a lost embroiderer. She picked the note and read it out aloud:

“The Big Bang: Nothing may give birth to something, but that something may end up being Nothing.”

“Breakfast. Downstairs. Breakfast downstairs”, croaked the voice of the green parrot they had encountered last night.

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~ The Dead ~
Nogrod - a troubadour, singer – mod blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1
Thinlómien - a troubadour, harpist – mod blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1

~ The Living ~
Anguirel - Lalwende's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist
Boromir88 - The Mouth of Turgon
dancing spawn of ungoliant - animals' dung cleaning specialist
Diamond18 - Dimwë the half-wit second cousin of Elenwë
Encaitare - A standard-bearer
Eonwe - Turgon's herald
Firefoot- Aredhel's friend
JennyHallu - An Embroiderer, lost, not related
Kitanna - servant who empties and cleans chamber pots
Lalaith - Aredhel's tutoress
Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer
Naria - Family's goat herder
the phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire
Roa_Aoife - Elenwë's personal guard
Valier - Elenwe's personal chamber maid

Day1 has now begun.

Penguins stop PMing.
Everybody start discussing.

06-07-2006, 04:01 PM	#4
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Day One dawns It was over midnight and two werepenguins were already assembled in the basement. “So, we must get rid of the two singer-songwriters tonight”, the Chinstrap said. “Easy job, I daresay”, answered the Rockhopper. “Where’s the Emperor, by the way?” asked the Chinstrap. “Probably taking care of ‘matters of the state’”, the Rockhopper grinned. “To state the matter, the Emperor’s busy”, chuckled the Chinstrap. “With the current state of the affairs, I’m not wondering that” the Rockhopper commented. They both bursted up in laughter. “The idea was not to wake the whole party with that foolish chuckling of yours” a dry voice interrupted as the Emperor emerged from the shadows. “Yes, boss” the two smaller penguins agreed. “Let’s get to the bussiness now. And no tomfoolery, I warn you”, the Emperor said. Quietly the three took the Bomb and left. ----------------------------- Instead of sweet birds singing, the elves were waken up by an explosion. They hurried out from their rooms to the place where Thinlómien’s and Nogrod’s rooms should have been, but they saw Nothing. Actually seeing Nothing for the first time in one’s life is quite a mind-boggling experience. It was most weird, nothing they would have imagined Nothingness to be. It was there in front of their eyes but then, it wasn’t. The two rooms were missing, the doors to them were missing, the ceilings were missing, the beds were missing, the pillows were missing and both Thinlómien and Nogrod were missing too. Everything was missing but Nothing. There was no trace of Lady Elenwë either. “There’s nothing there” said dancing spawn of ungoliant, the animals’ dung cleaning specialist. “Obviously” answered Eonwe, the herald, wryly. “Except Nothing, of course” snapped in Anguirel, Lalwendë's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist. “Did you hear the bang?” asked Firefoot, Aredhel’s friend. “Yes, it was a Big Bang” answered Lalaith, Aredhel’s tutoress. “A mighty darn huge Big Bang” put in the phantom, Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire. “Yeah... Hey look! There’s a note on the floor!” called JennyHallu, a lost embroiderer. She picked the note and read it out aloud: “The Big Bang: Nothing may give birth to something, but that something may end up being Nothing.” “Breakfast. Downstairs. Breakfast downstairs”, croaked the voice of the green parrot they had encountered last night. ----------------------------- ~ The Dead ~ Nogrod - a troubadour, singer – mod blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1 Thinlómien - a troubadour, harpist – mod blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1 ~ The Living ~ Anguirel - Lalwende's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist Boromir88 - The Mouth of Turgon dancing spawn of ungoliant - animals' dung cleaning specialist Diamond18 - Dimwë the half-wit second cousin of Elenwë Encaitare - A standard-bearer Eonwe - Turgon's herald Firefoot- Aredhel's friend JennyHallu - An Embroiderer, lost, not related Kitanna - servant who empties and cleans chamber pots Lalaith - Aredhel's tutoress Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer Naria - Family's goat herder the phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire Roa_Aoife - Elenwë's personal guard Valier - Elenwe's personal chamber maid Day1 has now begun. Penguins stop PMing. Everybody start discussing. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... Last edited by Nogrod; 06-08-2006 at 12:47 PM.