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piosenniel · 01-30-2003, 04:05 AM

The sun had sunk below the horizon, and the last notes of the special ‘Heroes of Bree-Land’ suite were fading as the Mayor approached the podium. He could see the audience squirm on their benches, wondering how long he was going to talk. He raised his hand to them, and smiled. ‘This won’t be a long speech.’ he said, watching the smiles light up their faces, and their eyes drift to the tables laden with food and drink.

He called each of the participants to the small stage and gave them a plaque bearing words of gratitude from Bree-land for their effort in driving out the Wargs and Wolves. They all stood in a group as he called the next one up, and once done, he gave a short speech on the brave spirits who had surrendered their lives in the defense of Bree-land. A large commemorative plaque was held up by two strapping farm lads. It was to be placed on a memorial on the side of Bree-hill, that everyone would see as they passed down the Great East Road. Finally, he pointed to the table piled high with presents from the grateful citizenry, directing the heroes to pick out the ones with their names on them.

He bowed toward the group and they nodded their heads to him and proceeded toward the table. The audience clapped for them, and whistled, then went to the tables to enjoy the feast provided. Music swelled up into the festive night air as the conductor wielded his baton once again.

All were in the mood to enjoy the party thoroughly.

*****************

Visitors, quite uninvited, had also come to the party. Just on the outer perimeter of the stand of trees to the north of the party site, hidden in the shadows cast by the trunks and branches, were the three Wargs, and with them, ten large Wolves. Thirteen pairs of yellow eyes caught the moonlight and glinted beneath the trees as they moved in closer to the two-leggeds.

The loathsome two-leggeds were relaxed, laughing and drinking and stuffing their faces with food.

The great beasts moved in closer; the silent padding of their feet on the undergrowth almost in beat to the quick dance music the band now played.
With a motion of his head, Carchmoroth bade them spread out. Then, just as the music ended, and people turned toward the band to clap, he growled low.

Like a grey torrent from an unleashed dam, the Wargs and Wolves poured out in a swift and deadly deluge upon the unsuspecting partiers. And the dance floor ran red as the beasts began their slaughter . . .

01-30-2003, 04:05 AM	#118
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	The sun had sunk below the horizon, and the last notes of the special ‘Heroes of Bree-Land’ suite were fading as the Mayor approached the podium. He could see the audience squirm on their benches, wondering how long he was going to talk. He raised his hand to them, and smiled. ‘This won’t be a long speech.’ he said, watching the smiles light up their faces, and their eyes drift to the tables laden with food and drink. He called each of the participants to the small stage and gave them a plaque bearing words of gratitude from Bree-land for their effort in driving out the Wargs and Wolves. They all stood in a group as he called the next one up, and once done, he gave a short speech on the brave spirits who had surrendered their lives in the defense of Bree-land. A large commemorative plaque was held up by two strapping farm lads. It was to be placed on a memorial on the side of Bree-hill, that everyone would see as they passed down the Great East Road. Finally, he pointed to the table piled high with presents from the grateful citizenry, directing the heroes to pick out the ones with their names on them. He bowed toward the group and they nodded their heads to him and proceeded toward the table. The audience clapped for them, and whistled, then went to the tables to enjoy the feast provided. Music swelled up into the festive night air as the conductor wielded his baton once again. All were in the mood to enjoy the party thoroughly. ***************** Visitors, quite uninvited, had also come to the party. Just on the outer perimeter of the stand of trees to the north of the party site, hidden in the shadows cast by the trunks and branches, were the three Wargs, and with them, ten large Wolves. Thirteen pairs of yellow eyes caught the moonlight and glinted beneath the trees as they moved in closer to the two-leggeds. The loathsome two-leggeds were relaxed, laughing and drinking and stuffing their faces with food. The great beasts moved in closer; the silent padding of their feet on the undergrowth almost in beat to the quick dance music the band now played. With a motion of his head, Carchmoroth bade them spread out. Then, just as the music ended, and people turned toward the band to clap, he growled low. Like a grey torrent from an unleashed dam, the Wargs and Wolves poured out in a swift and deadly deluge upon the unsuspecting partiers. And the dance floor ran red as the beasts began their slaughter . . . __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.