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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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The people living in the countryside are sometimes looked upon as somewhat simple and even more so very much quiet folk by their town-dwelling cousins. That clearly wasn’t the case in this village.
After the strange fellow Nogrod had vanished there was a small interval of quietness, but then the talking bursted to fill the room. With basically no courtesies the people were on each other in earnest. And that really brought forwards some talking! It was clear most of the people had no chance to actually hear all the points raised. And they were going to and fro with the words the visiter had said, banging to their old rivalries and trustings, but also radically turning them around. What followed was predictable. Confusion. In the beginning the Serious Jester was getting the most suspicion. But he said he was something special and should not be lynched. Most of the people looked at him and started to back off from him. Although there were a couple of voices that called his claim of being something special a possible bluff. It started to get serious with the Cryptic Lens Grinder after Gorlim’s Lighthearted Brother, The Moose Tamer and the Beekeeper turned their eyes on him. He defended himself bravely, and many were driven to search for yet another villain as it felt it was too soon to just nail him that early. And the Confused Philosopher seemed to fit their standards. He had been vague and obscure as the philosophers tend to be. There were loud words and soft words spoken, almost half of the villagers saw it necessary to withdraw their votes and reconsider them before they all seemed to have an agreement of the situation. So it was to be Volo, the Cryptic Lens Grinder. “I still think Volo a mass of contradictions”, said the merry-man “I might vote for Volo simply for being counter-constructive” said the Serious Jester. “Though my head doubts this wisdom, there is an invisible rope keeping me from voting Volo.” Said the Beekeper and voted for him. “I do trust Eomer enough that I'll follow along with his vote” said the tall Doctor. “Be a man and don't act safe!” Volo snapped back but it was getting too late for him. “I'm saying that you can't know what I am by thinking how recless/strange/wierd/cryptic I act.” He tried, but with no avail. The villagers were already gathering around him, although Eiliniel’s Brother who is always right tried to cool them down, but even he had to end the Day with a sigh as the villagers had clearly made up their minds. “I feel like I'm going down already today, pity”, Volo mumbled as the Serous Jester was tying a rope around his neck. The Innkeeper threw the rope over the baulk on the roof and the Frivolous Serving-Wench of hers brought the stool and helped Volo on to it. “Hey, here you go my cavalier!” shouted the Homeless Waif and kicked the stool from under him. Gorlim’s brother got alarmed and tried to come in between the hanging – as if he was having second thoughts of it, but the Superstitious Mathematician barred his way. “Let’s just see this through, he insulted me and I felt bad about it. Let him hang”. And he hang and hung and was hanged. The villagers were watching his body rocking to and fro. Nothing happened. Volo had been an ordinary villager, a bit cryptic, possibly, but wishing them no evil... Dead: Volo – The Cryptic Lens Grinder – (ordo) hanged on Day1 Alive: Durelin - The Augur of the Village Rikae - A Superstitious Mathematician Thinlómien - An Ugly Little Shepherdess Kath - A Weawer Macalaure- Eiliniel's Witty Younger Brother Who's Always Right Rune son of Bjarne - A Moonshiner Boromir88 - The Serious Jester Mithalwen - A Frivolous Serving-Wench Lalwendë - Eiliniel, A Retired Village Idiot Farael – A Moose Tamer Anguirel - Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother, Anguirel the Merry Mormegil – The Tall Doctor Celuien - The Innkeeper Firefoot - A Homeless Waif Eomer - A Beekeeper Gil-Galad - A Confused Philosopher Roa_Aoife - The Town Fletcher It's Night2 now. Wolves feel free to discuss together. Wolves and all the Rangers PM me your choices. And, you know... most others, please silence then.
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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; 02-01-2007 at 03:19 AM. |
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