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Child of the West
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn
Posts: 2,132
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Lommy couldn't sleep. Too many bad things were happening around the village. She sat up in her bed, a blanket over her head. There were a few hours until dawn. It was a shame daylight no longer guaranteed safety. The Hobbits had gone crazy over the last few days.
Lommy removed the blanket from her head. Something smelled of burning wood. Was that smoke seeping in under the door? Wonderful. The fiends were going to serve the wolves cooked meat for a change. The bewildered Hobbit jumped from bed, grabbing a basin of water. She pulled the door open and prepared to douse the flames. The three stood outside her bedroom, fanning the smoke from a burning log toward Lommy's door. “Surprise,” they said. One of them slammed a fireplace poker into her gut. Across town Glirdan burst into flames while making a midnight snack. The Dead Kitanna - Left on the Brandywine to be eaten on Night 1, Moddess Pitchwife - Beaten to death on Day 1, Ordo Inzil - Strangled on Night 2, Seer G55 – Committed suicide on Day 2, Ordo Lommy - Kabobbed on Night 3, Ordo Glirdan – Spontaneously combusted on Night 3, Cobbler The Living Shasta Menel Nerwen Legate Nogrod Aganzir Sally Kath Day 3 Begins
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