Tol-in-Gaurhoth XXVI - Úcenite Valto - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

the phantom · 11-17-2006, 10:04 PM

Hmm... Kath gets off, while Esty gets lynched.

I think it's obvious what the secret to survival is in this village.

Stay in bed and don't post.

Let this be a lesson to us all.

Diamond18 · 11-17-2006, 10:35 PM

Well, then I ought to survive to live a long and healthy life, as I likely won't be around at all next Day, due to spending the first half of it at work and the second half sleeping.

I have now given up waiting for Fea's narration.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 11-17-2006, 10:48 PM

Consider the delay a punishment for talking after bedtime. Bad children, Day is over.

Bêthberry · 11-17-2006, 11:59 PM

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Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

Consider the delay a punishment for talking after bedtime. Bad children, Day is over.

But what do you expect? You set up a random game, threw out rules the children were expecting and then laughed at their confusion. Then, when an interloper inadvertently arrived, you accepted the unexpected appearance and regaled in the possibilities the appearance presented. And you expect things not to change, not to be other than what your original song considered?

You brought the perilous realm to WW. Why complain when others explore that realm?

Feanor of the Peredhil · 11-17-2006, 11:00 PM

The Dark Lady sipped red wine from a tall goblet and considered the actions of the village. She gazed past the constraints of time and space and there communed with the restless dead. She smiled cruelly, and asked them their thoughts. They laughed and continued to do so until she grew weary of them and returned to the senses of her own world, watching in quiet preoccupation.

"The first thing we do," the Scholar muttered, "is kill all the lawyers."

This seemed good to the village, and they gathered round him. And yet he escaped with his life, directing attention to another in their company: the sweet maiden, the nurturing maiden, now wretched with fear.

"Take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers," she cried as the village dragged her forth, "wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of burning regret!"

When death proved her words to be true, the village caught their breath and felt more sadness than ever yet before. They laid the innocent milkmaid near to the gravedigger, and spoke many praises of her.

And as they locked their doors and asked themselves to sleep through the nightmare of the waking world, some thought they heard a sigh on the wind.

11-17-2006, 10:04 PM	#1
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Hmm... Kath gets off, while Esty gets lynched. I think it's obvious what the secret to survival is in this village. Stay in bed and don't post. Let this be a lesson to us all. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

11-17-2006, 10:35 PM	#2
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	Well, then I ought to survive to live a long and healthy life, as I likely won't be around at all next Day, due to spending the first half of it at work and the second half sleeping. I have now given up waiting for Fea's narration. __________________ All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.

11-17-2006, 10:48 PM	#3
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Consider the delay a punishment for talking after bedtime. Bad children, Day is over. __________________ peace

11-17-2006, 11:00 PM	#5
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	The Dark Lady sipped red wine from a tall goblet and considered the actions of the village. She gazed past the constraints of time and space and there communed with the restless dead. She smiled cruelly, and asked them their thoughts. They laughed and continued to do so until she grew weary of them and returned to the senses of her own world, watching in quiet preoccupation. "The first thing we do," the Scholar muttered, "is kill all the lawyers." This seemed good to the village, and they gathered round him. And yet he escaped with his life, directing attention to another in their company: the sweet maiden, the nurturing maiden, now wretched with fear. "Take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers," she cried as the village dragged her forth, "wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of burning regret!" When death proved her words to be true, the village caught their breath and felt more sadness than ever yet before. They laid the innocent milkmaid near to the gravedigger, and spoke many praises of her. And as they locked their doors and asked themselves to sleep through the nightmare of the waking world, some thought they heard a sigh on the wind.