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**The Saucepan Man** · 06-03-2007, 05:43 PM

The events of the previous Night had confused and bewildered the delegates, and there was much discussion of what had occurred. Mention was even made of the old tome of knowledge, Wikipedia, in case it might shed any light on the mystery. Alas, it did not. And so it was not long before the debate turned to the question of who should be lynched.

Once the votes had been cast, it was decided that Kath should be the one to face death this Day. Her provenance had remained a mystery, and so the other delegates were mistrustful of her.

“She’s a witch! Burn ‘er!” screeched Nogrod.

“Don’t start that again!” cried The Sixth Wizard, aghast. “This are a serious narrative.”

“By what authority do you …?” began Mithalwen, but was hastily silenced by the others present.

Unfortunately, the delegates had still failed to construct any suitable means of execution, and so the talk turned once again to how Kath’s death should be brought about. After some time, it was agreed that Nogrod’s suggestion was actually the best that they had to work with. And so wood was gathered and a pyre hastily assembled. A struggling Kath, bound and gagged, was brought forward and tied firmly to the stake.

But, as the flames began to lick at her legs, Kath somehow managed to work free the gag from her mouth. Fixing the assembled throng with a defiant glare, she spoke in a voice both calm and contemptuous.

“Fools!” she said. “I am no witch. I am a Priestess! And I serve the true Lord of Middle-earth. His throne is far from here, but this land will fall to Him ’ere long. You puny woodsmen and your paltry villages are no match for the might of Mordor. I have seen in my dreams the wonder and the terror of what He has wrought here. And those among you who do not serve Him will yourselves share that knowledge all too soon - as red claws rend your flesh and black fangs close about your heads. Wolves, I have done what I can to aid you. My work here is done. May the Hounds of Udun be joined and flourish here in the name of Sauron the Great …!”

And with these words, Kath’s body was consumed in a flash of flame and smoke. The onlookers gasped and backed away as a flaming red eye appeared in the conflagration and they felt the withering intensity of its stare. Momentarily, however, it was gone and nothing remained of Kath but a pall of thick black smoke. The delegates watched as for a moment the plume of smoke wavered, looking to the South-East. But from the South-East came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing.

The dead:

The Saucepan Man - Slaughtered and boiled up in a spicy ghoulash on Night zero.
xyzzy - Got bored of the role-based banter and hung himself quietly on Day 1 (Ordinary Innocent)
Meneltarmacil - Fatally wounded in sooth he was and crawled awaye to find ye deathe in ye woodes on Nighte 1 (Werewolfe)
Rune Son of Bjarne - Hunted and added to his own trophy collection on Night 1 (Ordinary Innocent)
Durelin - Spied on things which should not be seen and got hung for it on Night 1 (Thief)
Kath - Burned at the stake and spurned by her Lord on Day 2 (Priestess of Sauron)

The living:

Mormegil
Rikae - the naughty delegate from the village with the unlikely name of Castle Anthrax
Aganzir - the Dwarf delegate of a Woodsmen village
Gil-Galad
Shastanis Althreduin - the extremely detail-oriented centaur delegate from the Plains
Volo - the very hairy delegate from as far as it gets
Nogrod - the moody delegate from the Witch-burners' village who is ready and willing to form a theory to suit his feelings whatever the facts ...
Boromir88 - the filibuster delegate from Laketown, whose geography is not that good
The Sixth Wizard
Thinlómien - the Delegate of INSTRAW
Legate of Amon Lanc - the De-Legate of Amon Lanc
Isabellkya - the delegate from the village Kyaq
the guy who be short - the delegate from nearby Necropolis
Mithalwen - the delegate of an anarco-sydicalist commune, taking her turn as a sort of executive officer for the week
Feanor of the Peredhil - the slightly offbeat delegate who offers controversial suggestions to the moot regardless of lycanthropic tendencies

Night 2 has begun. Players of the Night, do your thing.

06-03-2007, 05:43 PM	#251
The Saucepan Man Corpus Cacophonous Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A green and pleasant land Posts: 8,390	Kath meets a fiery end ... The events of the previous Night had confused and bewildered the delegates, and there was much discussion of what had occurred. Mention was even made of the old tome of knowledge, Wikipedia, in case it might shed any light on the mystery. Alas, it did not. And so it was not long before the debate turned to the question of who should be lynched. Once the votes had been cast, it was decided that Kath should be the one to face death this Day. Her provenance had remained a mystery, and so the other delegates were mistrustful of her. “She’s a witch! Burn ‘er!” screeched Nogrod. “Don’t start that again!” cried The Sixth Wizard, aghast. “This are a serious narrative.” “By what authority do you …?” began Mithalwen, but was hastily silenced by the others present. Unfortunately, the delegates had still failed to construct any suitable means of execution, and so the talk turned once again to how Kath’s death should be brought about. After some time, it was agreed that Nogrod’s suggestion was actually the best that they had to work with. And so wood was gathered and a pyre hastily assembled. A struggling Kath, bound and gagged, was brought forward and tied firmly to the stake. But, as the flames began to lick at her legs, Kath somehow managed to work free the gag from her mouth. Fixing the assembled throng with a defiant glare, she spoke in a voice both calm and contemptuous. “Fools!” she said. “I am no witch. I am a Priestess! And I serve the true Lord of Middle-earth. His throne is far from here, but this land will fall to Him ’ere long. You puny woodsmen and your paltry villages are no match for the might of Mordor. I have seen in my dreams the wonder and the terror of what He has wrought here. And those among you who do not serve Him will yourselves share that knowledge all too soon - as red claws rend your flesh and black fangs close about your heads. Wolves, I have done what I can to aid you. My work here is done. May the Hounds of Udun be joined and flourish here in the name of Sauron the Great …!” And with these words, Kath’s body was consumed in a flash of flame and smoke. The onlookers gasped and backed away as a flaming red eye appeared in the conflagration and they felt the withering intensity of its stare. Momentarily, however, it was gone and nothing remained of Kath but a pall of thick black smoke. The delegates watched as for a moment the plume of smoke wavered, looking to the South-East. But from the South-East came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing. The dead: The Saucepan Man - Slaughtered and boiled up in a spicy ghoulash on Night zero. xyzzy - Got bored of the role-based banter and hung himself quietly on Day 1 (Ordinary Innocent) Meneltarmacil - Fatally wounded in sooth he was and crawled awaye to find ye deathe in ye woodes on Nighte 1 (Werewolfe) Rune Son of Bjarne - Hunted and added to his own trophy collection on Night 1 (Ordinary Innocent) Durelin - Spied on things which should not be seen and got hung for it on Night 1 (Thief) Kath - Burned at the stake and spurned by her Lord on Day 2 (Priestess of Sauron) The living: Mormegil Rikae - the naughty delegate from the village with the unlikely name of Castle Anthrax Aganzir - the Dwarf delegate of a Woodsmen village Gil-Galad Shastanis Althreduin - the extremely detail-oriented centaur delegate from the Plains Volo - the very hairy delegate from as far as it gets Nogrod - the moody delegate from the Witch-burners' village who is ready and willing to form a theory to suit his feelings whatever the facts ... Boromir88 - the filibuster delegate from Laketown, whose geography is not that good The Sixth Wizard Thinlómien - the Delegate of INSTRAW Legate of Amon Lanc - the De-Legate of Amon Lanc Isabellkya - the delegate from the village Kyaq the guy who be short - the delegate from nearby Necropolis Mithalwen - the delegate of an anarco-sydicalist commune, taking her turn as a sort of executive officer for the week Feanor of the Peredhil - the slightly offbeat delegate who offers controversial suggestions to the moot regardless of lycanthropic tendencies Night 2 has begun. Players of the Night, do your thing. __________________ Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind! Last edited by The Saucepan Man; 06-03-2007 at 05:50 PM.