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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
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If it's any comfort, I think you're innocent.
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
Posts: 7,431
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Thanks. You should have realised that before voting. Seriously folks.
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories |
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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Be glad I am not the Seer.
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories |
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
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I did! I said I didn't want to lynch you! But I also didn't want to lynch Inzil!
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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We could have talked about lynching somebody else. Honestly...
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories |
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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Whatever, I guess we have DL on our necks.
FOR FUTURE, TRY TO DO BETTER, VILLAGE. AND WHOEVER OF YOU READ THIS DON'T FREAKING LYNCH ME ON DAY 1 EVER AGAIN.
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories |
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Hello everyone. I'm so sorry, I didn't remember that we were starting. This weekend is Thanksgiving here in Canada and I am heading out now to travel to see some family I haven't seen in about 15 years. I'm not going to have access to the internet at all, but I will be only gone for a day so I should only miss the first little bit of Day 2, and be here for most of the rest of it. So sorry!!
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Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin
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Werewolf Psychic
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water.
Posts: 2,832
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Hey guys, I'm here. Sorry I'm late. I'll catch up on the first two pages shortly.
Edit: Or Day's over. x_x Shutting up.
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Shasta– ... However, if he's innocent his famous clairvoyant powers must be taking the week off. Meanwhile, the Night-kills have been awfully effective– almost like we're dealing with a psychic wolf... - Nerwen, WW LXXV |
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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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With Kit’s death and Legate’s subsequent lynching, Agan didn’t feel particularly safe in her home. She barricaded her doors and windows and sat in her kitchen with a giant meat cleaver.
Sometime during her vigilant watch Agan slipped off to sleep, the meat cleaver clattering to the floor. The wolves found her asleep at her kitchen table, head down and snoring. “Aw, she looks so sweet,” one whispered to her partners. “Do we have to do this?” “Yes!” the other two hissed in unison. “I just think maybe we could keep her alive,” the wolf continued. “We are not in Sleepy Hollow to make nice,” the largest of the three growled. “Now grab that big knife so if she wakes up she can’t get to it.” Agan came to from her nap to find three furry fiends in her home. She reached for her cleaver, only to find of the wolves had it. Not wanting to be ripped apart like the barkeep the night before, Agan saw a small opening between to of the wolves and darted through it. She knocked her chair into one of the wolves in the process. She made it to her front door before one of the wolves caught her by the hair. In the moonlight she saw the flash of the meat cleaver before it was brought down on her. ~*~*~ The next morning the village found Agan’s scalp nailed to her front door. The rest of her body had been left out for the crows. The Living Inziladun satansaloser2005 McCaber Rikae Nerwen wilwarin538 Shastanis Althreduin A Little Green Macalaure The Dead Kitanna – ripped apart Night 1 - Moddess Legate of Amon Lanc - Brained on Day 1 - Ranger Aganzir - Scalped on Night 2 - Ordo Day 2 has begun
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Child of the West
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn
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For a long time no one really said anything. There was some banter, some sorrow, but mostly just quiet. People eyed each other suspiciously and cleared their throats. The shadows moved across the door and before they knew half the day had gone by without any real suspects.
Finally Inzil shouted,” Mac! It was Mac! I mean look at him! All, man-shaped and what not. How easy would it be for him to be wolf-shaped?” “This guy’s crazy. It was Shasta!” Mac pointed at Shasta, a crazy look in his eyes. “My darling, Kit!” Sally wailed, covering her face. “Inzil did her in! Kill Zil!” Rikae took up the cry. “Kill Zil!” “Legate,” McCaber said softly. “It’s clear as the Kit’s eye on the counter. It’s Legate.” “Yes, Legate, of course,” Greenie took a step away from him. “I shared a drinking glass with you once. Suppose I’ve caught his wolfiness?” she asked, horror etched on her face. “Zil or Legate?” Agan scratched her head. “Zil or Agan? Mmmm, well I like Zil. So, Legate must be guilty because I only like nice, non murderous people. And don’t worry, Greenie, you can’t catch wolfiness from a drinking cup. Er, at least I don’t think you can.” Legate’s mouth dropped open in horror. “Me?” From the neck up he turned a bright red. He flapped his arms like a giant bird. “How can you all be so stupid?! Me! Do you realize how sorry you’re all going to be! Fools! Idiots! Knaves!” “That’s enough out of you,” Mac said. McCaber and Greenie advanced on Legate. He dodged them, running out the doorless frame into the streets of Sleepy Hollow. The rest of the village followed in hot pursuit. He was almost to his home. He knew if he could get inside he could lock the doors and protect himself. He only had to make it a few more feet. Poor Legate tripped over a stone in the ground, tumbling face first into the dirt. In a moment they were on him. Zil grabbed the stone that had proved Legate’s undoing, with all his might he brought it down on Legate’s head. Blood, brains, hair, and bits of bone stuck to the stone and covered the dirt road that led to Legate’s front door. Nothing happened. The was setting, he should have been transforming into his wolf form. The village waited as twilight moved in. Still nothing happened. Legate’s body just remained human and dead in the road. “Maybe he was a secret cobbler?” Agan suggested. Nerwen stepped into his house to look around. She found a bow and quiver near the door. “Oh dear,” she muttered, grabbing it to take outside. For so long Legate had stood watch over the village. Turning back bandits Sleepy Hollow didn’t even know existed. Their Ranger, their last line of protection, was gone and he was only three days from retirement too. The Living Inziladun satansaloser2005 McCaber Rikae Nerwen Aganzir wilwarin538 Shastanis Althreduin A Little Green Macalaure The Dead Kitanna – ripped apart Night 1 - Moddess Legate of Amon Lanc - Brained on Day 1 - Ranger Night 2 has begun
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain Last edited by Kitanna; 10-11-2014 at 08:06 AM. |
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