[JennyHallu]

Diamond spent the night peacefully, humming to herself in defiance of the tuneless interference of her sword.

It would be perfectly honest to say that Diamond was a lovely young woman, and when two voices rose in harmony outside her door, it seemed natural to her to step out and see who serenaded her, but that natural curiosity quickly turned to dismay as the innocent song took a dark turn.

“What can I do, my dear, to catch your ear
I love you madly, madly Madam Librarian...Marian!
Heaven help us if the library caught on fire
And the Volunteer Hose Brigademen
Had to whisper the news to Marian...Madam Librarian!”

One of her tormentors produced a torch and set fire to her tent as the young woman whirled to face the danger.

“What can I say, my dear, to make it clear
I need you badly, badly, Madam Librarian...Marian
If you stumbled and you busted your what-you-may-call-it
You could lie on the floor
'Till your body had turned to carrion....Madam Librarian.”

The second of her tormentors pushed her hard, and she stumbled backwards, falling down hard in the open doorway of her open tent. The fire was beginning to blaze merrily.

“Now in the moonlight, a man could sing it
In the moonlight
And a fellow would know that his darling
Had heard ev'ry word of his song
With the moonlight helping along.
But when I try in here to tell you, dear
I love you madly, madly, Madam Librarian...Marian

It's a long lost cause I can never win
For the civilized world accepts as unforgivable sin
Any talking out loud with any librarian
Such as Marian.....Madam Librarian.”

Both gagged her, working quickly as the heat rose. No one would hear her cries for help.

~*~

No one remembered, the next morning, who had risen the cries for help. They remembered only the long fight to douse the flames threatening the campsite, made more difficult by silence and mistrust. When the last spark had been put out, they quietly shoveled all the ashes from Diamond’s tentsite into a grave. Not enough remained to be sure they buried only her.

Only six of the eight who stood exhausted in the predawn gleamings were innocent.

Dead

JennyHallu - Club President - Bound and collated on Night 1
Folwren - Vice-President - Used for ink on Night 1
Anguirel - Innocent - Misspelled on Day 1
Rikae - Innocent - Buried alive on Night 2
Gurthang - Innocent - Fell from grace on Day 2
Rune - Cobbler - Given a permanent assignment on Night 3
Naria - Werewolf - Tuned permanently on Day 3
Diamond - Innocent - Dia'l Na Mon the Half Elven Enchantress and Wielder of Azgalthro the Rapping Sword

Alive

Boromir88 - Fuller - all the NPCs
CaptainofDespair - Pompous Nobleman - Melneras, the Gnomish Archwizard
Durelin - StarCaptain - William Shatner
Farael - Heavy-metal singer - sneak
Nogrod - Retired General - Ciryatan of the Dúnedain, a one-legged Athelas vendor
Thinlomien - aging homeless sot - Lothwen the Pretty, elven flowermaid
Valier - Radical Hair Butcher - Elven Anoonnoon of Omicron Persieye 8
Volo - teleseller - Tom Yrmacha'zul'charach'ping'yit'pul tha half-balrog, wielding a multitude of sharp pointy objects.