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Durelin · 12-23-2006, 12:46 PM

All was silent. The dancers sat a little more relaxed now that they felt they had achieved some sort of victory, but most minds were working as frantically as ever. Everyone eyed each other but tried to avoid each other’s stares. Three remained, feeling the loss in anger, but were far from daunted. Four had already been removed from the picture. Nine remained that could stand in their way.

And soon there would only be eight.

Lalwendë was getting a temporary “nice” feeling from Holbytlass, and so crafted her some new, extra jingly bells for her hat and shoes.

Cailín was hopping away from Farael as he inched closer to her and tried to give her the best angle to admire his profile.

Nogrod was trying to get mormegil to warm up to everyone a bit more.

Eomer was helping Macalaure learn a “the better to eat you with my dear” routine.

Naria and Valier were mocking Folwren’s stiffness.

Folwren stood alone.

No one noticed one guest was missing, nor that another slipped away.

The sweetness of a harp was wafted over to the guests, who initially took the melodious sounds in with contented smiles. Perhaps things really were looking better…

A voice, barely audible above the harp, sang:

Silent Night…

Holy Night…

All is calm, all is…

Dark.

Lights illumined what first appeared to be a holy sight, as they were wrapped around a tree shining with different coloured balls and silver tinsel, and a large golden star shown above it all. Three festively wrapped packages sat beneath it.

Several of the guests rushed over to it, their childish instincts taking over. Farael unwrapped the first package. He grew more than a little pale, and dropped the package to the floor. It toppled over, and a severed foot rolled out onto the floor. Valier threw the package she had opened to the ground with a scream, and the match to Farael’s fell out of it. Naria was frozen, so in shock that she could not release her grip from the box or tear her eyes from what it held.

Apparently this tree had a name, and it was Rikae: now the bloody corpse hidden among the needles and garland.

Her feet had been removed before she was placed in the stand…and her head removed to make room for the star.

“I guess Rikae was on the nice list this year,” remarked Lalwendë.

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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
Rikae (Ordinary Villager) – Trimmed and Bedecked on Rest (Night) the Third

The Living Dead

mormegil as a (Kewl-Shades) Rude Boy
Farael as a Fair-looking Orc
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

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Kwanzaa, and just plain Happy Holidays to everyone!

Rest (Night) 3 has ended.

Dance (Day) 3 will begin on the 26th at 2:00 pm EST.

Everyone keep quiet until then, please.

12-23-2006, 12:46 PM	#221
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Rest the Third All was silent. The dancers sat a little more relaxed now that they felt they had achieved some sort of victory, but most minds were working as frantically as ever. Everyone eyed each other but tried to avoid each other’s stares. Three remained, feeling the loss in anger, but were far from daunted. Four had already been removed from the picture. Nine remained that could stand in their way. And soon there would only be eight. Lalwendë was getting a temporary “nice” feeling from Holbytlass, and so crafted her some new, extra jingly bells for her hat and shoes. Cailín was hopping away from Farael as he inched closer to her and tried to give her the best angle to admire his profile. Nogrod was trying to get mormegil to warm up to everyone a bit more. Eomer was helping Macalaure learn a “the better to eat you with my dear” routine. Naria and Valier were mocking Folwren’s stiffness. Folwren stood alone. No one noticed one guest was missing, nor that another slipped away. The sweetness of a harp was wafted over to the guests, who initially took the melodious sounds in with contented smiles. Perhaps things really were looking better… A voice, barely audible above the harp, sang: Silent Night… Holy Night… All is calm, all is… Dark. Lights illumined what first appeared to be a holy sight, as they were wrapped around a tree shining with different coloured balls and silver tinsel, and a large golden star shown above it all. Three festively wrapped packages sat beneath it. Several of the guests rushed over to it, their childish instincts taking over. Farael unwrapped the first package. He grew more than a little pale, and dropped the package to the floor. It toppled over, and a severed foot rolled out onto the floor. Valier threw the package she had opened to the ground with a scream, and the match to Farael’s fell out of it. Naria was frozen, so in shock that she could not release her grip from the box or tear her eyes from what it held. Apparently this tree had a name, and it was Rikae: now the bloody corpse hidden among the needles and garland. Her feet had been removed before she was placed in the stand…and her head removed to make room for the star. “I guess Rikae was on the nice list this year,” remarked Lalwendë. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 Rikae (Ordinary Villager) – Trimmed and Bedecked on Rest (Night) the Third The Living Dead mormegil as a (Kewl-Shades) Rude Boy Farael as a Fair-looking Orc 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 Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Kwanzaa, and just plain Happy Holidays to everyone! Rest (Night) 3 has ended. *Dance (Day) 3 will* begin on the 26th at 2:00 pm EST.** Everyone keep quiet until then, please.