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Volo · 05-01-2007, 09:00 AM

Kaimoir seamed dark and calm, only the sound of wood crackling in the great pyre could be heard. Lossenatar looked sadly into the blaze, it was alien to his world. The times before this quest for survival weren’t too bad. But Yulnagar knew better. Or did he...

Firithhyando walked to stand beside Lossenatar. Numundo sat by the other end of the tower.

”Loss...”

”Huh? What is it, Fir?”

”We have begun to fade”.

”I know. I know...”

They looked at each other, and then at Numundo.

Firithhyando continued, ”You are going to be the first one”.

”Sad to hear, but nothing can be done. You’ll have to fight your way out through this”.

”Do you think we should quit?”

”No... The Men are not going to let us go. Hilly died and so shall we. The only thing we can do is fight”.

”Hmm... I promise we will. Thank you for it all, Loss”.

”As you wish”, said Lossenatar and smiled bitterly. He walked to the ledge beside Numundo, said ”Farewell” and jumped off. Lossenatar’s bat figure flying towards the fire.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

In the house near the great pyre slept a person who couldn’t even imagine what would happen so soon. The end was near.

A cloaked figure sat in the chair beside the bed sipping coffee. Soon the moment would come when the sword would be revealed.

Something creaked outside the room. The cloaked figure grasped the hilt of the sword tighter. Sweat flowed down the waiting figure’s brow.

The handle of the door started turning slowly.

And then it stopped.

Surely whatever was behind the door didn’t notice the Ranger waiting for the murderer.

The Ranger put on the hood and walked to the door. Heart beating overtime the Ranger listened. Something was breathing just as nervously on the other side of the door.

Strange as it was, footsteps were heard going away from the door.

The Ranger took a deep breath and waited. As nothing suprising happened, the Ranger opened the door and walked out to the corridor.

Without a sound something hit the Ranger’s head and before the Ranger hit the ground, the Vampire caught the body and put carefully on the floor.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

The Vampires weren’t the only ones preparing to die. A man was lying in his bed, looking at the roof and sweating. His fever had gone up again. While he could still get out of bed occationally the other day, now he found that impossible. He had laid in his room thinking about his preveous life. Should he complain? He could, he thought, but won’t. During his life he had travelled to many beautiful places and seen many wonders. This is just one of the adventures that overcame him. His bones ached and his eyes burned into his head. He knew death would come for him and he took it calmly.

Would it have been any different if he weren’t there in bed, helpless? He tried not to think about it, but the words he heared from outside couldn’t leave him to his peace. They were going to vote for him just because they were too afraid to kill anybody who wasn’t dying already. But eventually they did. Some poor lad would also meet his fate. He wondered if he’d meet the lad in whatever came next. Maybe... He was ready to find out.

The fever continued to rise.

Glirdan closed his eyes for the last time.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

Lossenatar smiled broadly. He couldn’t believe that the Ranger fell for the trick. He would have wanted to kill the Ranger, but not now. Somebody else would meet fate.

He opened his claw and the door. The darkness invited Lossenatar and he entered. So easy, he thought to himself. He walked to the bed and looked at his victim. The face looked so calm, how could it belong to somebody so cruel... Well, enough thinking, Lossenatar drew his claw back and prepared to strike.

He never struck, for he couldn’t. An immense pain filled the Vampire’s body. He felt a wind push him away from the bed. Lossenatar couldn’t scream, except in his mind. Blackness so perfect that even Lossenatar couldn’t see through it grasped him.

The Shade flung Lossenatar straight through the wall so that when the Vampire came back to his senses he was caughing blood on the pavement outside.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

Many sleepless figures gathered on the square before the clock stuck. When it did, everybody who had the luck to sleep crawled out too.

Rikae brushed her hair back with her hand and smiled at Mac who stared into the fire.

Gil-Galad was thinking over the preveous day.

Boromir tried to ajust some of his dragon-slaying strategies into the current situation.

And Enohl the Oracle was sitting on Celuien waiting patiently for everybody to gather around.

”Hmm... Lies, lies, lies... Why do you always lie to each other, now look what you have done. Yes, a decision has been made, though some of you may regret it.

”Twice lost, but well alive. One of the members of the Fellowship, though not the one with the cross.”

People looked at each other waiting for somebody to start running or shouting. It suprised then that nothing like this happened.

Legate walked calmly forwards and said to the crowd, ”No way can we stand against a force like that, you Men, you deserve to live. I won’t say I’m happy with this, but be it so”.

He turned to face Enohl, ”What did the monster do to you, poor friend...”

Enohl rolled his head around and stood up, ”Humph, Lossenatar...”

”Yes, Lossenatar”, answered Legate.

”I always trusted you”.

”And I trusted you, Yulnagar...”

”It’s a pity...”

”What is, my lord?”

”You must now die”.

”I must now die...”

”Farewell”.

Legate smiled a bitter smile and kneeled before the Oracle. He put his long staff on the ground beside himself and looked down.

The people around were so absorbed by the event that most of them forgot to close their eyes.

The tall dark haired man suddenly began shrivel. Legate’s hair began turning gray, before falling off completely. His flesh started disappearing from his bones. As if age came to him many hundreds times faster than it should have. Legate fell to the ground eyes wide open. His skin wore off and pale bones showed. They too corroded and all that was left of Legate, or Lossenatar was the small pile of dust at the Oracle’s feet.

Enohl walked away.

-~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~-

The living:

Gil-Galad (Gil)
The Saucepan Man (Esspiem/SPM)
Rikae
Boromir88 (Boro)
Nogrod
Eomer of the Rohirrim (Eomer)
Thinlómien (Lomiella/Lommy)
Aganzir
Xyzzy
Macalaure (Mac)
Diamond18 (Di)
Shastanis Althreduin (Shasta)
Kitanna
Durelin
Rune Son of Bjarne (Rune)
The Sixth Wizard (Morgan/Sixth)

The dead:

Celuien (Cel) – Turned into a chair by the Oracle after being voted out on Day 1. Innocent.

Brinniel – Possessed by the Vampires to write poetry with her own blood on Night 2. Innocent.

Menel – Turned into a pipe by the Oracle after being voted out on Day 2. Innocent.

Roa – Possessed by the Vampires to torch herself on Night 3. Innocent.

Sleepy – Committed suicide by jumping off the highest tower on Night 3. Innocent.

Legate of Amon Lanc (Legate) – Aged to death in seconds after being voted out on Day 3. Vampire Ranger.

Glirdan (Glirdy) – Died of sickness in his own bed on Night 4. Innocent.

Day 4 has started. You may now talk.

05-01-2007, 09:00 AM	#492
Volo Silver in My Silent Heart Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: the great beauty Posts: 1,611	Day 4 Kaimoir seamed dark and calm, only the sound of wood crackling in the great pyre could be heard. Lossenatar looked sadly into the blaze, it was alien to his world. The times before this quest for survival weren’t too bad. But Yulnagar knew better. Or did he... Firithhyando walked to stand beside Lossenatar. Numundo sat by the other end of the tower. ”Loss...” ”Huh? What is it, Fir?” ”We have begun to fade”. ”I know. I know...” They looked at each other, and then at Numundo. Firithhyando continued, ”You are going to be the first one”. ”Sad to hear, but nothing can be done. You’ll have to fight your way out through this”. ”Do you think we should quit?” ”No... The Men are not going to let us go. Hilly died and so shall we. The only thing we can do is fight”. ”Hmm... I promise we will. Thank you for it all, Loss”. ”As you wish”, said Lossenatar and smiled bitterly. He walked to the ledge beside Numundo, said ”Farewell” and jumped off. Lossenatar’s bat figure flying towards the fire. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- In the house near the great pyre slept a person who couldn’t even imagine what would happen so soon. The end was near. A cloaked figure sat in the chair beside the bed sipping coffee. Soon the moment would come when the sword would be revealed. Something creaked outside the room. The cloaked figure grasped the hilt of the sword tighter. Sweat flowed down the waiting figure’s brow. The handle of the door started turning slowly. And then it stopped. Surely whatever was behind the door didn’t notice the Ranger waiting for the murderer. The Ranger put on the hood and walked to the door. Heart beating overtime the Ranger listened. Something was breathing just as nervously on the other side of the door. Strange as it was, footsteps were heard going away from the door. The Ranger took a deep breath and waited. As nothing suprising happened, the Ranger opened the door and walked out to the corridor. Without a sound something hit the Ranger’s head and before the Ranger hit the ground, the Vampire caught the body and put carefully on the floor. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- The Vampires weren’t the only ones preparing to die. A man was lying in his bed, looking at the roof and sweating. His fever had gone up again. While he could still get out of bed occationally the other day, now he found that impossible. He had laid in his room thinking about his preveous life. Should he complain? He could, he thought, but won’t. During his life he had travelled to many beautiful places and seen many wonders. This is just one of the adventures that overcame him. His bones ached and his eyes burned into his head. He knew death would come for him and he took it calmly. Would it have been any different if he weren’t there in bed, helpless? He tried not to think about it, but the words he heared from outside couldn’t leave him to his peace. They were going to vote for him just because they were too afraid to kill anybody who wasn’t dying already. But eventually they did. Some poor lad would also meet his fate. He wondered if he’d meet the lad in whatever came next. Maybe... He was ready to find out. The fever continued to rise. Glirdan closed his eyes for the last time. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- Lossenatar smiled broadly. He couldn’t believe that the Ranger fell for the trick. He would have wanted to kill the Ranger, but not now. Somebody else would meet fate. He opened his claw and the door. The darkness invited Lossenatar and he entered. So easy, he thought to himself. He walked to the bed and looked at his victim. The face looked so calm, how could it belong to somebody so cruel... Well, enough thinking, Lossenatar drew his claw back and prepared to strike. He never struck, for he couldn’t. An immense pain filled the Vampire’s body. He felt a wind push him away from the bed. Lossenatar couldn’t scream, except in his mind. Blackness so perfect that even Lossenatar couldn’t see through it grasped him. The Shade flung Lossenatar straight through the wall so that when the Vampire came back to his senses he was caughing blood on the pavement outside. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- Many sleepless figures gathered on the square before the clock stuck. When it did, everybody who had the luck to sleep crawled out too. Rikae brushed her hair back with her hand and smiled at Mac who stared into the fire. Gil-Galad was thinking over the preveous day. Boromir tried to ajust some of his dragon-slaying strategies into the current situation. And Enohl the Oracle was sitting on Celuien waiting patiently for everybody to gather around. ”Hmm... Lies, lies, lies... Why do you always lie to each other, now look what you have done. Yes, a decision has been made, though some of you may regret it. ”Twice lost, but well alive. One of the members of the Fellowship, though not the one with the cross.” People looked at each other waiting for somebody to start running or shouting. It suprised then that nothing like this happened. Legate walked calmly forwards and said to the crowd, ”No way can we stand against a force like that, you Men, you deserve to live. I won’t say I’m happy with this, but be it so”. He turned to face Enohl, ”What did the monster do to you, poor friend...” Enohl rolled his head around and stood up, ”Humph, Lossenatar...” ”Yes, Lossenatar”, answered Legate. ”I always trusted you”. ”And I trusted you, Yulnagar...” ”It’s a pity...” ”What is, my lord?” ”You must now die”. ”I must now die...” ”Farewell”. Legate smiled a bitter smile and kneeled before the Oracle. He put his long staff on the ground beside himself and looked down. The people around were so absorbed by the event that most of them forgot to close their eyes. The tall dark haired man suddenly began shrivel. Legate’s hair began turning gray, before falling off completely. His flesh started disappearing from his bones. As if age came to him many hundreds times faster than it should have. Legate fell to the ground eyes wide open. His skin wore off and pale bones showed. They too corroded and all that was left of Legate, or Lossenatar was the small pile of dust at the Oracle’s feet. Enohl walked away. -~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------~~- The living: Gil-Galad (Gil) The Saucepan Man (Esspiem/SPM) Rikae Boromir88 (Boro) Nogrod Eomer of the Rohirrim (Eomer) Thinlómien (Lomiella/Lommy) Aganzir Xyzzy Macalaure (Mac) Diamond18 (Di) Shastanis Althreduin (Shasta) Kitanna Durelin Rune Son of Bjarne (Rune) The Sixth Wizard (Morgan/Sixth) The dead: Celuien (Cel) – Turned into a chair by the Oracle after being voted out on Day 1. Innocent. Brinniel – Possessed by the Vampires to write poetry with her own blood on Night 2. Innocent. Menel – Turned into a pipe by the Oracle after being voted out on Day 2. Innocent. Roa – Possessed by the Vampires to torch herself on Night 3. Innocent. Sleepy – Committed suicide by jumping off the highest tower on Night 3. Innocent. Legate of Amon Lanc (Legate) – Aged to death in seconds after being voted out on Day 3. Vampire Ranger. Glirdan (Glirdy) – Died of sickness in his own bed on Night 4. Innocent. Day 4 has started. You may now talk. __________________ Fenris Wolf The EVEN NEWER Barrow-Downs Photo Page Last edited by Volo; 05-02-2007 at 07:48 AM.