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Durelin · 12-23-2006, 10:49 AM

The dancing started off slow, and remained slow for quite some time. The dancers lazed around, obviously taking to heart the death of four innocent Wights. mormegil was the first to produce suspects, and when others began making serious accusations, the dancers fell into the same frenzy that had haunted them the previous dance. But it would be the first suspects that would come closest to their deaths: one would barely escape, the other would not at all. Macalaure began a lynch Celuien campaign, going so far as to break in his miming art to hold up a glaring sign. Others drove on a Lynch Valier campaign, and Rikae seemed to think it fun to see two die that day.

It all happened too fast for Celuien to defend herself, either in word or action.

Nogrod snatched her lasso from her hand and handed it over to Macalaure. Celuien regretted teaching him how to mime a lasso. He twirled it in great loops above his head, grinning at her in his usual red-lipped, white-faced grin. Holbytlass and Nogrod backed her toward the wall, grabbing both her arms, while Rikae and Eomer took hold of Valier before she could fly off, mouthing, “you’re next.”

Macalaure proceeded to round up Celuien by her neck. She struggled, trying to pull her arms away, and began to kick, trying to land a good hit with the spurs on her heels. mormegil removed her boots, and she snarled, cornered like a de-clawed cat.

A table was pulled up, and Celuien roughly placed on the edge of it. Macalaure tightened the lasso noose around her neck and tied the other end up in the rafters; he would not let anyone else touch the rope. Nogrod and Holbytlass were forced to tear pieces from the tablecloth to bind her wrists. Then Farael pulled the table out from under the accused’s feet.

There was a crick, but not a crack. Celuien struggled to breath.

“Her neck didn’t break,” Rikae remarked, sounding a bit disappointed.

“It wasn’t a far enough fall,” Folwren said coolly.

“It will take her a little bit to die this way,” Cailín remarked, nodding sagely.

“Yup,” Lalwendë said simply.

Everyone stood watching her struggle, watching her kick, but no one stepped forward.

Suddenly Naria stepped up from behind those gathered around the dangling Celuien. She carried one of the cowgirl’s spurs in her hand, and she plunged it into the lynchee’s chest.

Celuien’s scream turned from human to inhuman, and the dancers watched as her body transformed, plain human skin was covered in fur, her ears grew long and pointed, and her canines stretched to a ferocious length.

The four lights on the chandelier were not joined by a fifth.

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The Dead Dead

Durelin (Mod and Hostess) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First
CaptainofDespair (Co-mod and Host) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First
Kath (Ordinary Villager) – Pinned and Labeled by the Mob on Dance (Day) the First
Kitanna (Ordinary Villager) – Minced, Placed in the Band, and Hardcore Harpsichorded on Rest (Night) the Second
Celuien (Werewolf) – Lassoed and Spurred by the Dancers on Dance (Day) the Second

The Living Dead

mormegil as a (Kewl-Shades) Rude Boy
Farael as a Fair-looking Orc
Rikae as an Entwife
Nogrod as a Nice Choirboy
Lalwendë as a (Mischievous Little) Christmas Elf
Naria as a Spoiled Heiress wearing a Venetian half mask
Macalaure as a Mime
Valier as a Flighty Young Woman wearing an exotic colourful bird mask
Eomer of the Rohirrim as Vorgram, Ancient Prince of Wargs
Cailín as a Robin
Holbytlass as a Court Jester
Folwren as an Elegant, Cold, Stoic, Mysterious Countess

“It is only the dead who have seen the end of the war.”
~Plato

(Sorry this took so long to get posted.)

12-23-2006, 10:49 AM	#220
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Dance the Second The dancing started off slow, and remained slow for quite some time. The dancers lazed around, obviously taking to heart the death of four innocent Wights. mormegil was the first to produce suspects, and when others began making serious accusations, the dancers fell into the same frenzy that had haunted them the previous dance. But it would be the first suspects that would come closest to their deaths: one would barely escape, the other would not at all. Macalaure began a lynch Celuien campaign, going so far as to break in his miming art to hold up a glaring sign. Others drove on a Lynch Valier campaign, and Rikae seemed to think it fun to see two die that day. It all happened too fast for Celuien to defend herself, either in word or action. Nogrod snatched her lasso from her hand and handed it over to Macalaure. Celuien regretted teaching him how to mime a lasso. He twirled it in great loops above his head, grinning at her in his usual red-lipped, white-faced grin. Holbytlass and Nogrod backed her toward the wall, grabbing both her arms, while Rikae and Eomer took hold of Valier before she could fly off, mouthing, “you’re next.” Macalaure proceeded to round up Celuien by her neck. She struggled, trying to pull her arms away, and began to kick, trying to land a good hit with the spurs on her heels. mormegil removed her boots, and she snarled, cornered like a de-clawed cat. A table was pulled up, and Celuien roughly placed on the edge of it. Macalaure tightened the lasso noose around her neck and tied the other end up in the rafters; he would not let anyone else touch the rope. Nogrod and Holbytlass were forced to tear pieces from the tablecloth to bind her wrists. Then Farael pulled the table out from under the accused’s feet. There was a crick, but not a crack. Celuien struggled to breath. “Her neck didn’t break,” Rikae remarked, sounding a bit disappointed. “It wasn’t a far enough fall,” Folwren said coolly. “It will take her a little bit to die this way,” Cailín remarked, nodding sagely. “Yup,” Lalwendë said simply. Everyone stood watching her struggle, watching her kick, but no one stepped forward. Suddenly Naria stepped up from behind those gathered around the dangling Celuien. She carried one of the cowgirl’s spurs in her hand, and she plunged it into the lynchee’s chest. Celuien’s scream turned from human to inhuman, and the dancers watched as her body transformed, plain human skin was covered in fur, her ears grew long and pointed, and her canines stretched to a ferocious length. The four lights on the chandelier were not joined by a fifth. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Dead Dead Durelin (Mod and Hostess) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First CaptainofDespair (Co-mod and Host) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First Kath (Ordinary Villager) – Pinned and Labeled by the Mob on Dance (Day) the First Kitanna (Ordinary Villager) – Minced, Placed in the Band, and Hardcore Harpsichorded on Rest (Night) the Second Celuien (Werewolf) – Lassoed and Spurred by the Dancers on Dance (Day) the Second The Living Dead mormegil as a (Kewl-Shades) Rude Boy Farael as a Fair-looking Orc Rikae as an Entwife Nogrod as a Nice Choirboy Lalwendë as a (Mischievous Little) Christmas Elf Naria as a Spoiled Heiress wearing a Venetian half mask Macalaure as a Mime Valier as a Flighty Young Woman wearing an exotic colourful bird mask Eomer of the Rohirrim as Vorgram, Ancient Prince of Wargs Cailín as a Robin Holbytlass as a Court Jester Folwren as an Elegant, Cold, Stoic, Mysterious Countess “It is only the dead who have seen the end of the war.” ~Plato (Sorry this took so long to get posted.)