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wilwarin538 · 05-20-2009, 07:25 AM

The Day was now over. The sun was beginning to set, and darkness was starting to cover the land.

It had been quite the hectic Day. Accusations were thrown around, hateful things were said, hints were dropped, and arguments over the tastiness of beer were running rampid.

Finally, one by one, the villagers cast their votes. 3 suspects stood infront of them at this time. Nienna, Shasta and Boro. Which would it be?

The clock ticked and the sun sank deeper when the villagers finally decided. Nienna would be the one to kill.

The village lead her to a quiet little corner of the village. It was a place no one went to anymore, and the contraption sitting in the middle hadn't been used in centuries. Gwath stepped forward and removed the large blanket that covered it. Everyone let out a small gasp at the sight of the gallows that stood infront of them. Had they really resorted to such barbaric things?

Agan tested the rope as Eomer brought Nienna to the center of the death machine. The rope was then placed gently around her neck.

"Well, she's evil isn't she? We shouldn't all feel guilty if she's evil." Boro said, trying to sound forceful and confident.

"Yeah, he's right. We're doing what needs to be done to save our village!" McCaber agreed loudly, tossing his fist up in the air.

The others mimicked and yelled a collective "yeah!". As their confidence built up they became less and less fearful of taking the young bookkeepers life.

"You're making a mistake." Nienna whimpered softly. The village looked at her sternly.

"No we aren't." Mith said, as the phantom pulled the lever. There was a quiet snap. Nothing else.

The village left Eomer behind as they walked solemnly home. Nienna's innocent body could be seen swaying gently in the moonlight as he lowered his shovel from his shoulder once again.

The four baddies smiled to themselves as they took different routes to the Old Witch's home, slowly changing back to their real selves as the night grew darker.

The dead:
Nienna - bookkeeper - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager

The living:
Nerwen - bookmaker
Eomer - gravedigger
Lommy - minstrel
Aganzir - jailor, arena and lions included
Sally - some poor serving girl who has no money to buy sweets
McCaber - humble shopkeeper
Izzy - baker
Mira - apothocary
Gaurcrist - blacksmith
Shasta - fletcher
Gwath - drunk vagrant
Boro88 - the shruberrer
Kath - restaurant owner
Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice
Fea - Storyteller
Greenie - school teacher
Lari - fortune teller
Mith - herbalist
the phantom - the crazy book liberator

Night 1 is now. I need names from all those who need to give me names. No posting on this thread please.

05-20-2009, 07:25 AM	#11
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,508	The Day was now over. The sun was beginning to set, and darkness was starting to cover the land. It had been quite the hectic Day. Accusations were thrown around, hateful things were said, hints were dropped, and arguments over the tastiness of beer were running rampid. Finally, one by one, the villagers cast their votes. 3 suspects stood infront of them at this time. Nienna, Shasta and Boro. Which would it be? The clock ticked and the sun sank deeper when the villagers finally decided. Nienna would be the one to kill. The village lead her to a quiet little corner of the village. It was a place no one went to anymore, and the contraption sitting in the middle hadn't been used in centuries. Gwath stepped forward and removed the large blanket that covered it. Everyone let out a small gasp at the sight of the gallows that stood infront of them. Had they really resorted to such barbaric things? Agan tested the rope as Eomer brought Nienna to the center of the death machine. The rope was then placed gently around her neck. "Well, she's evil isn't she? We shouldn't all feel guilty if she's evil." Boro said, trying to sound forceful and confident. "Yeah, he's right. We're doing what needs to be done to save our village!" McCaber agreed loudly, tossing his fist up in the air. The others mimicked and yelled a collective "yeah!". As their confidence built up they became less and less fearful of taking the young bookkeepers life. "You're making a mistake." Nienna whimpered softly. The village looked at her sternly. "No we aren't." Mith said, as the phantom pulled the lever. There was a quiet snap. Nothing else. The village left Eomer behind as they walked solemnly home. Nienna's innocent body could be seen swaying gently in the moonlight as he lowered his shovel from his shoulder once again. The four baddies smiled to themselves as they took different routes to the Old Witch's home, slowly changing back to their real selves as the night grew darker. The dead: Nienna - bookkeeper - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager The living: Nerwen - bookmaker Eomer - gravedigger Lommy - minstrel Aganzir - jailor, arena and lions included Sally - some poor serving girl who has no money to buy sweets McCaber - humble shopkeeper Izzy - baker Mira - apothocary Gaurcrist - blacksmith Shasta - fletcher Gwath - drunk vagrant Boro88 - the shruberrer Kath - restaurant owner Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice Fea - Storyteller Greenie - school teacher Lari - fortune teller Mith - herbalist the phantom - the crazy book liberator Night 1 is now. I need names from all those who need to give me names. No posting on this thread please. __________________ Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin