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dancing spawn of ungoliant · 11-06-2005, 03:00 PM

"Good morn', oh dreadful day"

When the Village People woke up at the break of dawn, they immediately sensed that everything wasn't quite right. One by one they got up and gathered together to gossip about their bad premonitions. As a meritorious herder Kitanna quickly counted the town's residents, who flocked on the village square. "Fifteen. One is missing", she said. "Where's Spawn?"

Indeed, dancing spawn of ungoliant, Shamville's fisherwoman, was nowhere to be seen. As considerate and caring people the whole group strolled to Spawn's little cabin to check if she was all right (and maybe buy a fresh perch or two). With years' experience Bergil knocked on the door.

*knock, knock*

"Who's there?"

"It's B... Oh, Anguirel! Shut up!" Bergil snapped at the town's jester, who was laughing up his sleeve. "That wasn't funny."

When the villagers didn't hear an answer from the house, they tried the door handle. The door creaked on its hinges as it opened and the prying neighbours swarmed into a small living room. On a little table, they saw a note. "Here may be found the last words of dancing spawn of ungoliant", Kath read out loud. "There are three werewolves running around Shamville! The lycans are Aaauuuggghhh."

"What?"

"The lycans are Aaauuuggghhh", Kath repeated in bewilderment.

"What is that?" WaynetheGoblin wondered.

"She must have died while writing it", Glirdan whimpered.

"Oh, come on!" snorted Eonwe.

"Well, that's what it says", Kath replied.

"Look, if she was dying, she wouldn't have bothered to write 'Aaaauuuugggghhhh'. She'd just say it", Meneltarmacil groaned.

"Maybe she was dictating it", Wilwarin538 proposed helpfully.

"Oh shut up", sighed tar-ancalime, and rolled her eyes.

"Well does it say anything else?" littlemanpoet inquired.

"No, just 'Aaauuuggghhh'", answered Firefoot who tried to peek the note over Kath's shoulder.

"Whooooouuuaaaa!" Celuien suggested.

"No, no, no, it's 'Aaaauuuggghhh' from the back of the throat", corrected Kuruharan.

"No, I mean, 'Whoooouuuaaaa' as in surprise and alarm", Celuien clarified.

"Oh, you mean like 'AAAHH'" helped Lalaith.

"Yes, that's it. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

And with the deafening high C that escaped from Celuien's lungs and shattered every window screen within a mile, the villagers turned around to face a horrible sight. They had finally found dancing spawn, who was mangled, strangled and tangled in fishing nets that hung on the wall. She looked mostly like a travesty of a giant spider caught on her own web. For some reason the villagers weren't very keen to buy fish anymore, and they calmly left the house knocking furnitures out of their way, and it is said that the dustcloud did not settle for many days after.

Living:
Anguirel - jester
Bergil - door-to-door salesman
Celuien - luthier
Eonwe - militiaman
Firefoot - traveller who has a dog
Glirdan - undead with Michael Jackson's nose
Kath - writer
Kitanna - goat herder
Kuruharan - local lorekeeper
Lalaith - goosegirl
littlemanpoet - village undertaker
Meneltarmacil - dinosaur researcher/ fossil hunter
tar-ancalime - charlatan
WaynetheGoblin - goldsmith
Wilwarin538 - official town daydreamer

Dead:
dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1

Score:
Villagers: 15
Wolves: 3

It is now Day 1.
Wolves, stop PMing, please. Villagers, you may start discussing. Have fun!
The Day ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT.

11-06-2005, 03:00 PM	#2
dancing spawn of ungoliant Mischievous Candle Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: So near to Russia, so far from Japan, quite a long way from Cairo, lots of miles from Vietnam. Posts: 1,234	Day 1 "Good morn', oh dreadful day" When the Village People woke up at the break of dawn, they immediately sensed that everything wasn't quite right. One by one they got up and gathered together to gossip about their bad premonitions. As a meritorious herder Kitanna quickly counted the town's residents, who flocked on the village square. "Fifteen. One is missing", she said. "Where's Spawn?" Indeed, dancing spawn of ungoliant, Shamville's fisherwoman, was nowhere to be seen. As considerate and caring people the whole group strolled to Spawn's little cabin to check if she was all right (and maybe buy a fresh perch or two). With years' experience Bergil knocked on the door. knock, knock "Who's there?" "It's B... Oh, Anguirel! Shut up!" Bergil snapped at the town's jester, who was laughing up his sleeve. "That wasn't funny." When the villagers didn't hear an answer from the house, they tried the door handle. The door creaked on its hinges as it opened and the prying neighbours swarmed into a small living room. On a little table, they saw a note. "Here may be found the last words of dancing spawn of ungoliant", Kath read out loud. "There are three werewolves running around Shamville! The lycans are Aaauuuggghhh." "What?" "The lycans are Aaauuuggghhh", Kath repeated in bewilderment. "What is that?" WaynetheGoblin wondered. "She must have died while writing it", Glirdan whimpered. "Oh, come on!" snorted Eonwe. "Well, that's what it says", Kath replied. "Look, if she was dying, she wouldn't have bothered to write 'Aaaauuuugggghhhh'. She'd just say it", Meneltarmacil groaned. "Maybe she was dictating it", Wilwarin538 proposed helpfully. "Oh shut up", sighed tar-ancalime, and rolled her eyes. "Well does it say anything else?" littlemanpoet inquired. "No, just 'Aaauuuggghhh'", answered Firefoot who tried to peek the note over Kath's shoulder. "Whooooouuuaaaa!" Celuien suggested. "No, no, no, it's 'Aaaauuuggghhh' from the back of the throat", corrected Kuruharan. "No, I mean, 'Whoooouuuaaaa' as in surprise and alarm", Celuien clarified. "Oh, you mean like 'AAAHH'" helped Lalaith. "Yes, that's it. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" And with the deafening high C that escaped from Celuien's lungs and shattered every window screen within a mile, the villagers turned around to face a horrible sight. They had finally found dancing spawn, who was mangled, strangled and tangled in fishing nets that hung on the wall. She looked mostly like a travesty of a giant spider caught on her own web. For some reason the villagers weren't very keen to buy fish anymore, and they calmly left the house knocking furnitures out of their way, and it is said that the dustcloud did not settle for many days after. Living: Anguirel - jester Bergil - door-to-door salesman Celuien - luthier Eonwe - militiaman Firefoot - traveller who has a dog Glirdan - undead with Michael Jackson's nose Kath - writer Kitanna - goat herder Kuruharan - local lorekeeper Lalaith - goosegirl littlemanpoet - village undertaker Meneltarmacil - dinosaur researcher/ fossil hunter tar-ancalime - charlatan WaynetheGoblin - goldsmith Wilwarin538 - official town daydreamer Dead: dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1 Score: Villagers: 15 Wolves: 3 It is now Day 1. Wolves, stop PMing, please. Villagers, you may start discussing. Have fun! The Day ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT.