Byronic Brand
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: The 1590s
Posts: 2,778
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The Dark Lord's Denouement
The snarling and arguing of the wolves claiming to be Draugluin and Carcharoth and their supporters was abruptly cut short as a formerly mostly overlooked wolf, the quiet and subtle Lobo, made his voice heard.
"Lord Sauron would disapprove of all this discord," Boromir88 was saying.
"In Sauron's name, cease your squabbling!" mormegil seconded.
"And who are you," Lobo remarked slyly, "to interpret the word of Sauron?"
All yellow, weary, bloodthirsty eyes turned straight to the unassuming, small, soft-voiced lurker. mormegil's mouth was open to scoff, when the creature's appearance began to alter somewhat. In moments he stood before the company, a tall, terrifying apparition in dark armour, with a cloak sweeping behind him; until his form coalesced into that of a wolf larger even than Mithalwen, saliva leaking from his unholy jaws.
"For I," he explained, "am Sauron."
In a moment the Lord of Tol-in-Gaurhoth's commands had been obeyed. All resistance was quelled, all dispute uncompromisingly crushed. The feared and fallen Maia spirit condemned Wayne the Fairy Hunter and the wolf o' nine tails, dancing spawn, to lengthy torture, that they might reveal all they knew, before execution.
Wayne went first. But his torture revealed few results, only the occasional pained yelp. When at last he expired from the hideous methods the Dark Lord's minions employed, it was found that most of his tongue was missing, ripped off in some long ago fight.
"That explains the worm's silence," Sauron murmured, displeased. "Now the nine-tailed traitor."
dancing spawn was tied to the stake on which Meneltarmacil had been impaled, and flayed, very slowly, with her own severed tails. At last she gave an excruciating gasp of agony and her wolf form slid from her, her mind unable to maintain it longer. A She-Elf stood, at her enemies' mercy, lashed to the post.
But as Sauron advanced on her, preparing to rend her to shreds in his fearsome wolvish aspect, the Black Warg of Rhun, Eomer of the Rohirrim, leapt between them.
"You will abandon the Lady Spawnowen," he cried, "or you will fall by my blade!"
A bold human, unarmoured but with a broadsword carried in two hands, stood between Gorthaur and his prey, and the Dark Lord felt fear in his heart, and retreated. Ever eager to safeguard her Lord, Draugluin leapt into the sword's whirring path, and the steel blade struck her hard, sinking deep into her torso; but her vast claws forced Eomer down. The human Hero and the wolvish one died in the same breath.
"The Man was courageous, but rash," Sauron concluded. "Now, my loyal servant Carcharoth, the Elf-witch is your plaything. But do not slay her. I wish you to take her to the deepest cell in the Tower, and there to spread the Curse of the Werewolf into her spirit..."
So ended a valiant, but hopeless enterprise, the first assault on the Isle of Werewolves; the Dwarf Lord drowned; the Mannish warrior slain; and the Elf Spawnowen cursed to existence as Sauron's minion.
Dead
Anguirel (Werewolf)-throat cut as he slept on Day 1
Glirdan (Werewolf)-devoured on Night 1
The Saucepan Man (Huan)-murdered by mischance on Day 2
Rune Son Of Bjarne (Dwarven Hero)-drowned in the Sirion through Kitanna's treachery on Night 2
Kitanna (Werewolf)-beheaded in Rune's last act of vengeance on Night 2
Nonnacedak (Werewolf)-mauled mercilessly on Night 3
Meneltarmacil (Werewolf)-hacked to pieces and impaled by Heroes on Day 4
Wayne (Werewolf)-tortured to lingering death on Night 4
Mithalwen (Draugluin)-slain by Eomer's sword-stroke on Night 4
Eomer of the Rohirrim (Hero)-rent in the death-throes of Draugluin on Night 4
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant-tortured and infected with lycanthropy by Carcharoth on Night 4
Living
Mormegil-Crabby Old Wolf
Gurthang-Gil-Gurth
Formendacil-Lobo
Farael-Werewolf In Denial
Lhuna-Girl-Who-Cried-Wolf
Boromir-Exorcist Specialising in Heroes
Oddwen-Bloodthirsty Whelp
Kath-Runt of the Litter
Happy Gaurhothmas one and all, and don't forget to howl at the moon occasionally.
I hope to produce a sequel at some point!
WOLVES OF TOL-IN-GAURHOTH WIN!
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
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