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Folwren · 04-21-2006, 05:09 PM

The villagers pulled Roa out towards the village square where a tall, bare tree kept watch over them.

Roa: You'll be sorry for this, I swear! You'll all die if you kill me! I'm unwastable...I mean, you'd be wasting a whole day (and a villager) if you kill me!

Nogrod: They all say that.

Zali: Aye, even if they're orcs.

Roa didn't say anything then, not even that he wasn't an orc. The look in his eyes that he cast towards Zali nearly made her tremble in her boots, but not quite. They came to the bare oak and someone produced a rope.

Roa: Don't use that. I'll get rope burn.

The others rolled their eyes. Nogrod took the rope in his hand and made a noose out of one end.

Nogrod: Who shall have the honours?

Roa: No one!! Step back, feinds!

He broke loose from the hands of his captors and bounded off several paces, pulling from beneath his shirt which wouldn't have really hidden anything a long, curved sword.

Roa: I'll cut you up into hamburgers!

Celuien: I don't know what hamburgers are.

The simple comment caught Roa off guard and in that second, Zali drew forth her bow with an arrow already on the string. Roa balked, turned and fled, but no two legged thing - elf or orc, as it turned out - could out run an arrow. Right before the door of one of his many victims Roa fell. From behind him the villagers stood in absolute stillness as they watched the fair elven body turn into one of a hideous orc.

Caranlondien: I'll bury it.

There is still one wereorc, a Ranger and a Shaman living.
Now living:
Caranlondien: aspiring harpist
Nogrod: unemployed barber.
Grendelien: village whittler
Celuien:lampwright
Zali: stringer-of-bows
Naria:The grower of magnificent flowers
Sleepy : A barrel of apples

Now dead:
FaraelMod: He dyed… erm I mean died.
Glirdan: Repentant werewolf : Choked on an apple. No wonder why werewolves are carnivores.
JennyHallu: Wereorc: Escaped the village, but could not escape the laws of physics.
Dancing Spawn...: Just a merchant: Trapped on a deathly spider’s web.
Kitanna:The town's gate-keeper: Had a lobotomy performed by an angry woodpecker.
Legolas in spandex: Legolass (A movie-Legolas impersonator): Overwhelmed and or frightened into leaving the village after seeing what had happened to Kitanna
Diamond: Simply a normal, very bad stone cutter - scared to death by orcs
Findëasëa: paleo-elf-tropologist: Lynched by a small margin.
Roa_Aoife: Wereorc: Shot down by Zali while trying to flee hanging

Day ends. Remaining orc, PM Farael. Ranger and Shaman, do your thing, too.

P.S. I've been informed that Roa is a 'she' rather than a 'he', but when I wrote this, I wasn' t sure and I figured a girl would take less offence at being called a 'he' then a guy would at being called a 'she'. Forgive my laziness, now that I know, for not going back and editing.

04-21-2006, 05:09 PM	#499
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	The villagers pulled Roa out towards the village square where a tall, bare tree kept watch over them. Roa: You'll be sorry for this, I swear! You'll all die if you kill me! I'm unwastable...I mean, you'd be wasting a whole day (and a villager) if you kill me! Nogrod: They all say that. Zali: Aye, even if they're orcs. Roa didn't say anything then, not even that he wasn't an orc. The look in his eyes that he cast towards Zali nearly made her tremble in her boots, but not quite. They came to the bare oak and someone produced a rope. Roa: Don't use that. I'll get rope burn. The others rolled their eyes. Nogrod took the rope in his hand and made a noose out of one end. Nogrod: Who shall have the honours? Roa: No one!! Step back, feinds! He broke loose from the hands of his captors and bounded off several paces, pulling from beneath his shirt which wouldn't have really hidden anything a long, curved sword. Roa: I'll cut you up into hamburgers! Celuien: I don't know what hamburgers are. The simple comment caught Roa off guard and in that second, Zali drew forth her bow with an arrow already on the string. Roa balked, turned and fled, but no two legged thing - elf or orc, as it turned out - could out run an arrow. Right before the door of one of his many victims Roa fell. From behind him the villagers stood in absolute stillness as they watched the fair elven body turn into one of a hideous orc. Caranlondien: I'll bury it. There is still one wereorc, a Ranger and a Shaman living. Now living: Caranlondien: aspiring harpist Nogrod: unemployed barber. Grendelien: village whittler Celuien:lampwright Zali: stringer-of-bows Naria:The grower of magnificent flowers Sleepy : A barrel of apples Now dead: FaraelMod: He dyed… erm I mean died. Glirdan: Repentant werewolf : Choked on an apple. No wonder why werewolves are carnivores. JennyHallu: Wereorc: Escaped the village, but could not escape the laws of physics. Dancing Spawn...: Just a merchant: Trapped on a deathly spider’s web. Kitanna:The town's gate-keeper: Had a lobotomy performed by an angry woodpecker. Legolas in spandex: Legolass (A movie-Legolas impersonator): Overwhelmed and or frightened into leaving the village after seeing what had happened to Kitanna Diamond: Simply a normal, very bad stone cutter - scared to death by orcs Findëasëa: paleo-elf-tropologist: Lynched by a small margin. Roa_Aoife: Wereorc: Shot down by Zali while trying to flee hanging Day ends. Remaining orc, PM Farael. Ranger and Shaman, do your thing, too. P.S. I've been informed that Roa is a 'she' rather than a 'he', but when I wrote this, I wasn' t sure and I figured a girl would take less offence at being called a 'he' then a guy would at being called a 'she'. Forgive my laziness, now that I know, for not going back and editing. __________________ A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. - C.S. Lewis Last edited by Folwren; 04-22-2006 at 10:18 AM.