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dancing spawn of ungoliant · 11-12-2005, 03:00 PM

"Happy hunting, you double-faced carnivore"

The villagers had caught their first werewolf last evening, but there were still two lycanthropes around, and it was clear that they were furiously eager to avenge their fallen comrade. When a new day dawned, there were only nine people left in Shamville. To the surprise of the villagers (and to the relief of the persons concerned), both Firefoot and Anguirel were quite alive, though. "But where is Celuien!" Wilwarin cried out. It was true, there was one luthier less on the village square than yesterday.

Presto prestissimo the villagers rushed to Celuien's workshop where she used to build and repair different instruments. The band stepped inside, and in a heap of sawdust they found Celuien. A deep wound on her temple and splinters on the floor revealed that she had been hit on the head with her own mandolin. The stroke had been fatal both to the instrument and Celuien. As though for a final finishing, a violin's bow had been thrust molto violente through her stomach.

"Alas! Poor Celuien, she was so sound a girl", littlemanpoet lamented.

"Yes, always longing for harmony", Kitanna sobbed.

"And she was our Ranger!" tar-ancalime breathed pointing to the back of the room.

On the wall beside all the lutes and viguelas, there hung a quiver full of arrows and a longbow. "Maybe she was just an avid, umm... duck-hunter", Lalaith tried to suggest. But, of course, a name badge with "ranger" written on it and a sleek spandex outfit with an embroidered "R" on the chest, which Glirdan and Eonwe soon found, kind of ruined the theory. The villagers looked at each other devastated. There was no one who would protect them now.

Living:
Anguirel - jester
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
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
WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3
Celuien(ranger) - mauled with musical instruments on Night 4

Score:
Villagers: 9
Wolves: 2

It is now Day 4. Wolves, please stop PMing. Villagers, you may start discussing. The Day ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT. Have a nice Day!

11-12-2005, 03:00 PM	#275
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 4 "Happy hunting, you double-faced carnivore" The villagers had caught their first werewolf last evening, but there were still two lycanthropes around, and it was clear that they were furiously eager to avenge their fallen comrade. When a new day dawned, there were only nine people left in Shamville. To the surprise of the villagers (and to the relief of the persons concerned), both Firefoot and Anguirel were quite alive, though. "But where is Celuien!" Wilwarin cried out. It was true, there was one luthier less on the village square than yesterday. Presto prestissimo the villagers rushed to Celuien's workshop where she used to build and repair different instruments. The band stepped inside, and in a heap of sawdust they found Celuien. A deep wound on her temple and splinters on the floor revealed that she had been hit on the head with her own mandolin. The stroke had been fatal both to the instrument and Celuien. As though for a final finishing, a violin's bow had been thrust molto violente through her stomach. "Alas! Poor Celuien, she was so sound a girl", littlemanpoet lamented. "Yes, always longing for harmony", Kitanna sobbed. "And she was our Ranger!" tar-ancalime breathed pointing to the back of the room. On the wall beside all the lutes and viguelas, there hung a quiver full of arrows and a longbow. "Maybe she was just an avid, umm... duck-hunter", Lalaith tried to suggest. But, of course, a name badge with "ranger" written on it and a sleek spandex outfit with an embroidered "R" on the chest, which Glirdan and Eonwe soon found, kind of ruined the theory. The villagers looked at each other devastated. There was no one who would protect them now. Living: Anguirel - jester 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 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 WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3 Celuien(ranger) - mauled with musical instruments on Night 4 Score: Villagers: 9 Wolves: 2 It is now Day 4. Wolves, please stop PMing. Villagers, you may start discussing. The Day ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT. Have a nice Day!