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dancing spawn of ungoliant · 11-10-2005, 03:00 PM

"As you can see, when you look at me,
I'm pieces of what I used to be"

Fearing the worst and hoping for the best, Shamville woke up for the rising of the Sun, which grimaced at the drowsy townspeople as it climbed above their heads. In the usual fashion the lot gathered together to check the most recent head count only to discover that the volume of the villagers had yet again decreased with one. The writer was gone.

The villagers walked glumly to Kath's cottage. They saw already from far that her door had been torn off its hinges and dozens of reams of paper laid helter-skelter covering her front yard like snow. Guessing that it wouldn't be anything nice that awaited them, the villagers cautiously stepped over paper heaps and entered Kath's cabin.

It wasn't very tidy inside the house, either. Broken ink bottles and blood had stained Kath's board floor dark violet and there were quills and parchments all over the place. As the villagers stumbled into Kath's living room, they discovered that every single book of Kath's usually neatly organized bookshelf had been thrown on the floor, and in the middle of the mess, the villagers found their writer. Well, at least they found her arms, brain, ears, fingers, head, legs, toes and torso. The shelves had been filled with different body parts of Kath's - in alphabetical order, of course, and that had been the end of her story.

Living:
Anguirel - jester
Celuien - luthier
Eonwe - militiaman
Firefoot - traveller who has a dog
Glirdan - undead with Michael Jackson's nose
Kitanna - goat herder
Lalaith - goosegirl
littlemanpoet - village undertaker
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
Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1
Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2
Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2
Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3

Score:
Villagers: 11
Wolves: 3

It is now Day 3. Wolves, please stop PMing. Villagers, you may start talking. The Day ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT. Have fun!

11-10-2005, 03:00 PM	#191
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 3 "As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be" Fearing the worst and hoping for the best, Shamville woke up for the rising of the Sun, which grimaced at the drowsy townspeople as it climbed above their heads. In the usual fashion the lot gathered together to check the most recent head count only to discover that the volume of the villagers had yet again decreased with one. The writer was gone. The villagers walked glumly to Kath's cottage. They saw already from far that her door had been torn off its hinges and dozens of reams of paper laid helter-skelter covering her front yard like snow. Guessing that it wouldn't be anything nice that awaited them, the villagers cautiously stepped over paper heaps and entered Kath's cabin. It wasn't very tidy inside the house, either. Broken ink bottles and blood had stained Kath's board floor dark violet and there were quills and parchments all over the place. As the villagers stumbled into Kath's living room, they discovered that every single book of Kath's usually neatly organized bookshelf had been thrown on the floor, and in the middle of the mess, the villagers found their writer. Well, at least they found her arms, brain, ears, fingers, head, legs, toes and torso. The shelves had been filled with different body parts of Kath's - in alphabetical order, of course, and that had been the end of her story. Living: Anguirel - jester Celuien - luthier Eonwe - militiaman Firefoot - traveller who has a dog Glirdan - undead with Michael Jackson's nose Kitanna - goat herder Lalaith - goosegirl littlemanpoet - village undertaker 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 Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1 Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2 Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2 Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3 Score: Villagers: 11 Wolves: 3 It is now Day 3. Wolves, please stop PMing. Villagers, you may start talking. The Day ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT. Have fun!