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Nilpaurion Felagund · 03-19-2006, 02:46 AM

Somewhere in the Philippines, Louis Ortal slumped in his desk.

'Oh, dear.' He sighed. 'Of all the persons to kill she had to be the NIGHT's target.' He sighed again. 'Oh, well. At least I'll prove myself to be a better protector than Formendacil.'

And so he went to the keyboard, and typed up the NIGHT's 'death.'

~*~

The four Werewolves converged on a hut near the outskirts of the village. They were looking around, looking for anyone who might see them. The coast was clear; unlike most villages, Ened-in-Nowhere had neither a Ranger nor a Hunter. One of the Werewolves kicked the door to the hut. The rotten board was smashed to pieces. The fiends went in to assassinate their NIGHT's target.

She was sleeping on her couch when the door to her hut was broken. She rose from her slumber and shot a look at the doorway. Four monstrous creatures stood there. She had no chance, even if she had a proper weapon. She rushed to the corner of her room and raised her fists to face her attackers.

Suddenly a bright light illumed the hut. Before her stood a figure robed in dazzling white. In his right hand was a flaming brand. His eyes burned as he stared at the beasts.

'You shall not take this life!' he commanded. 'Nay, neither shall you pluck out her eyes, as is customary to do with her kind.'

Turning to the woman, he said, 'Take my hand.' She took it, and together they went heavenward.

The next DAY, no trace was seen of dancing spawn of ungoliant.

The scroll of the census was changed:

Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT.
Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY.
Anguirel, an Ordinary Villager, was massacred by were-hedgehogs on the second NIGHT.
Eonwe, an Ordinary Villager, was struck by lightning, struck by lightning! on the second DAY.
dancing spawn of ungoliant, a Seer, was taken away on the third NIGHT.

Those alive are:

Kath, a turtle-farmer
Lhunardawen, a Dark Elf (literally)
Caranlondien, a lumberjack
tar-ancalime, a witch
Cailín, the town gossip
Celuien, a psychiatrist
Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth
Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer
Lalaith, a rich young widow
Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker
Formendacil, an unemployed person
littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter
Glirdan, an unemployed person
Farael, an escaped mental asylum internee who suffers from chronic suicidal tendency and conspiracy theories
Eomer of the Rohirrim, the royal musician
Gurthang, an arrowsmith
the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman
SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager

03-19-2006, 02:46 AM	#287
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	The third DAY. Somewhere in the Philippines, Louis Ortal slumped in his desk. 'Oh, dear.' He sighed. 'Of all the persons to kill she had to be the NIGHT's target.' He sighed again. 'Oh, well. At least I'll prove myself to be a better protector than Formendacil.' And so he went to the keyboard, and typed up the NIGHT's 'death.' ~~ The four Werewolves converged on a hut near the outskirts of the village. They were looking around, looking for anyone who might see them. The coast was clear; unlike most villages, Ened-in-Nowhere had neither a Ranger nor a Hunter. One of the Werewolves kicked the door to the hut. The rotten board was smashed to pieces. The fiends went in to assassinate their NIGHT's target. She was sleeping on her couch when the door to her hut was broken. She rose from her slumber and shot a look at the doorway. Four monstrous creatures stood there. She had no chance, even if she had a proper weapon. She rushed to the corner of her room and raised her fists to face her attackers. Suddenly a bright light illumed the hut. Before her stood a figure robed in dazzling white. In his right hand was a flaming brand. His eyes burned as he stared at the beasts. 'You shall not take this life!' he commanded. 'Nay, neither shall you pluck out her eyes, as is customary to do with her kind.' Turning to the woman, he said, 'Take my hand.' She took it, and together they went heavenward. The next DAY, no trace was seen of dancing spawn of ungoliant. The scroll of the census was changed: Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT. Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY. Anguirel, an Ordinary Villager, was massacred by were-hedgehogs on the second NIGHT. Eonwe, an Ordinary Villager, was struck by lightning, struck by lightning! on the second DAY. dancing spawn of ungoliant, a Seer, was taken away on the third NIGHT. Those alive are: Kath, a turtle-farmer Lhunardawen, a Dark Elf (literally) Caranlondien, a lumberjack tar-ancalime, a witch Cailín, the town gossip Celuien, a psychiatrist* Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer Lalaith, a rich young widow Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker Formendacil, an unemployed person littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter Glirdan, an unemployed person Farael, an escaped mental asylum internee who suffers from chronic suicidal tendency and conspiracy theories Eomer of the Rohirrim, the royal musician Gurthang, an arrowsmith the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager __________________ フェンリス鴨 (Fenrisu Kamo) The plot, cut, defeated. I intend to copy this sig forever - so far so good... Last edited by Nilpaurion Felagund; 03-21-2006 at 02:51 AM.