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Glirdan · 09-05-2006, 04:06 PM

Everyone in the village woke up and arose off the cold hard ground, not know what happened or where they were. Then they looked at each other and started asking questions all at once.

"Where are we?" Diamond, the Hobbit ascetic from Long Cleave asked.

"What are you?" shrilled Valesse, the Entwife Apple Fritter from the Mouth of Anduin.

"We are Hobbits," answered Kath, the Hobbit Food Taster from Hobbiton.

"Okay, but again, where are we?" demanded Naria, the Haradrim Warrior from Harad.

"I don't know, but I smell death!" Boromir, the searcher of Death/Plague from Dale stated delightedly.

"Okay dude, you need to stay away from me!" Nogrod, the Weed-Dealer from Harondor yelled in panic.

"And you need to calm down," stated Sleepy Ranger, the exiled Ranger from Arnor.

Just then, two figures stepped into the middle of the crowd. Everyone fell instantly to scilence. There was an aura about them that made the still air tingle with excitement.

Then, Thinlomien, the stablehand from Doriath stepped forward. "My bretheren! What are we doing here?"

The female Elf answered, her dark hair glistening in the sunlight. "All in good time, my dear friend. You have all had a wearisome journey full of wonderful dreams, or horrible nightmares. I am Wilwarin, but you may call me Wilwa for short. And this is my friend Glirdan, or Glirdy for short. Now, please, keep your questions for the end while Glirdan explains what you are doing here, and most importantly, what here is."

"Thank you my friend, thank you indeed. Now, where to begin," he said, thinking deeply.

It was then that Gil-Galad, the Crazy Chef from the Glittering Caves steeped forth and cried, "How about from the beginning!"

Glirdan looked at the Dwarf, who quailed in fright at the look that was give to him. "Hmmm, I suppose you thought that funny. Well, I do see the humour in it, but there is nothing humourous for the position you are all in. For there are three Werewolves amongst you," he said sorrowfully. At the word Werewolves, a tremor ran through the circle.

JennyHallu, the charming, attractive and terribly successful theif from Minas Tirith steppe forward. "Did I hear you correctly? Did you say Werewolves?"

"Yes milady, I did." Another tremor ran through the circle.

"Then what must we do to be rid of them?" asked Valier, a storyteller from the banks (or somewhere nearby) of the River Ringlo.

"You must force them out of hiding and lynch them. But do not worry, there are two amongst you who can aid you. You have a Seer and Ranger amongst you."

"And who would they bey?" demanded Meneltarmacil, the Ranger from the North from the Hills of Evendim. "For I am a Ranger and so is Sleepy over there by the looks of things."

"Yes, but this Ranger is unique. You will know who it is later on possibly."

Then he looked around the circle and smiled. "Do not worry. I sense the courage in you and I can feel your exhilaration at this wonderful opportunity. You're all warriors deep down. You just need to find a way to release it."

"Now, this is how the village works. To my right is the Inn Volo and opposite is that of my dear friend Wilwa." at that, Volo, the bad Innkeeper from Rohan, eminated anger but remained quiet. "There are houses around the square, each with your name upon it where you will find your belongings. Where we are is the Town Square. The restaurant is attached to Gil's house in the front (where you sleep is in the back) and a stable full of horses behind Thinlomien's. So, as you see, everything is set for you to continue the way you would live normally. Now get to your houses, for here in the Realm of Immagination, time does not exist!" And with that final cry, the sky darkened and stars began to appear. When they looked back, Wilwa and Glirdan had disappeared.

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Player's list:

Valesse - f - Apple Fritterer - Mouth of the Anduin - Race: Enwife - First Age
Gil - m - Crazy Chef - Glittering Caves - Race: Dwarfs - Fourth Age
Valier - f - storyteller - Near the banks of the river Ringlo - Race: Men - Third Age?
Naria - f - Haradrim warrior - Harad - Race: Men - Third Age?
Diamond - f - ascetic - Long Cleeve - Race: Hobbits - Third Age
JennyHallu - f - charming, attractive and terribly successful thief - Minas Tirith - Race: Men - Third Age
Nogrod - m - Weed-dealer - Hardondor, south of Umbar - Race: Southron Man - Third Age
Boro - m - a searcher of Death/Plague - Dale - Race: Men - Third Age
Sleepy Ranger - m - Exiled Ranger - Arnor - Race: Dunedain - Third Age
Lommy - f - Stablehand - Race: Sindarin Elf - Doriath - First Age
Menel - m - Ranger of the North - Race Dunedain - Hills of Evendim - Fourth Age
Macalaure - m - Wainrider - Eastern Middle Earth - Easterling - Third Age
Volo - m - Bad Innkeeper - Rohan - Race: Men - Third Age
Kath - f - Food Taster - Hobbiton - Race: Hobbits - Third Age

Okay, Rules reminder.

~ Posts must be RP formatted
~ No Double or Mass Lynchings
~ No Retractable Votes
~ You will be killed off if you do not vote or post for two consecutive Days
~ Wilwa cannot be killed!!

Now, Wolves may start PMing and Seer can PM me his/her choice for dream. Ranger does nothing for tonight. Day 1 will commence tomorrow at 6 pm (or around there) Eastern Time.

09-05-2006, 04:06 PM	#116
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	Everyone in the village woke up and arose off the cold hard ground, not know what happened or where they were. Then they looked at each other and started asking questions all at once. "Where are we?" Diamond, the Hobbit ascetic from Long Cleave asked. "What are you?" shrilled Valesse, the Entwife Apple Fritter from the Mouth of Anduin. "We are Hobbits," answered Kath, the Hobbit Food Taster from Hobbiton. "Okay, but again, where are we?" demanded Naria, the Haradrim Warrior from Harad. "I don't know, but I smell death!" Boromir, the searcher of Death/Plague from Dale stated delightedly. "Okay dude, you need to stay away from me!" Nogrod, the Weed-Dealer from Harondor yelled in panic. "And you need to calm down," stated Sleepy Ranger, the exiled Ranger from Arnor. Just then, two figures stepped into the middle of the crowd. Everyone fell instantly to scilence. There was an aura about them that made the still air tingle with excitement. Then, Thinlomien, the stablehand from Doriath stepped forward. "My bretheren! What are we doing here?" The female Elf answered, her dark hair glistening in the sunlight. "All in good time, my dear friend. You have all had a wearisome journey full of wonderful dreams, or horrible nightmares. I am Wilwarin, but you may call me Wilwa for short. And this is my friend Glirdan, or Glirdy for short. Now, please, keep your questions for the end while Glirdan explains what you are doing here, and most importantly, what here is." "Thank you my friend, thank you indeed. Now, where to begin," he said, thinking deeply. It was then that Gil-Galad, the Crazy Chef from the Glittering Caves steeped forth and cried, "How about from the beginning!" Glirdan looked at the Dwarf, who quailed in fright at the look that was give to him. "Hmmm, I suppose you thought that funny. Well, I do see the humour in it, but there is nothing humourous for the position you are all in. For there are three Werewolves amongst you," he said sorrowfully. At the word Werewolves, a tremor ran through the circle. JennyHallu, the charming, attractive and terribly successful theif from Minas Tirith steppe forward. "Did I hear you correctly? Did you say Werewolves?" "Yes milady, I did." Another tremor ran through the circle. "Then what must we do to be rid of them?" asked Valier, a storyteller from the banks (or somewhere nearby) of the River Ringlo. "You must force them out of hiding and lynch them. But do not worry, there are two amongst you who can aid you. You have a Seer and Ranger amongst you." "And who would they bey?" demanded Meneltarmacil, the Ranger from the North from the Hills of Evendim. "For I am a Ranger and so is Sleepy over there by the looks of things." "Yes, but this Ranger is unique. You will know who it is later on possibly." Then he looked around the circle and smiled. "Do not worry. I sense the courage in you and I can feel your exhilaration at this wonderful opportunity. You're all warriors deep down. You just need to find a way to release it." "Now, this is how the village works. To my right is the Inn Volo and opposite is that of my dear friend Wilwa." at that, Volo, the bad Innkeeper from Rohan, eminated anger but remained quiet. "There are houses around the square, each with your name upon it where you will find your belongings. Where we are is the Town Square. The restaurant is attached to Gil's house in the front (where you sleep is in the back) and a stable full of horses behind Thinlomien's. So, as you see, everything is set for you to continue the way you would live normally. Now get to your houses, for here in the Realm of Immagination, time does not exist!" And with that final cry, the sky darkened and stars began to appear. When they looked back, Wilwa and Glirdan had disappeared. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Player's list: Valesse - f - Apple Fritterer - Mouth of the Anduin - Race: Enwife - First Age Gil - m - Crazy Chef - Glittering Caves - Race: Dwarfs - Fourth Age Valier - f - storyteller - Near the banks of the river Ringlo - Race: Men - Third Age? Naria - f - Haradrim warrior - Harad - Race: Men - Third Age? Diamond - f - ascetic - Long Cleeve - Race: Hobbits - Third Age JennyHallu - f - charming, attractive and terribly successful thief - Minas Tirith - Race: Men - Third Age Nogrod - m - Weed-dealer - Hardondor, south of Umbar - Race: Southron Man - Third Age Boro - m - a searcher of Death/Plague - Dale - Race: Men - Third Age Sleepy Ranger - m - Exiled Ranger - Arnor - Race: Dunedain - Third Age Lommy - f - Stablehand - Race: Sindarin Elf - Doriath - First Age Menel - m - Ranger of the North - Race Dunedain - Hills of Evendim - Fourth Age Macalaure - m - Wainrider - Eastern Middle Earth - Easterling - Third Age Volo - m - Bad Innkeeper - Rohan - Race: Men - Third Age Kath - f - Food Taster - Hobbiton - Race: Hobbits - Third Age Okay, Rules reminder. ~ Posts must be RP formatted ~ No Double or Mass Lynchings ~ No Retractable Votes ~ You will be killed off if you do not vote or post for two consecutive Days ~ Wilwa cannot be killed!! Now, Wolves may start PMing and Seer can PM me his/her choice for dream. Ranger does nothing for tonight. Day 1 will commence tomorrow at 6 pm (or around there) Eastern Time. Last edited by Glirdan; 09-05-2006 at 04:15 PM.