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Shastanis Althreduin · 09-05-2007, 05:07 PM

Execution, Day Two

The camp had chosen Durelin to die today. Not even her legendary skill with rocks would help her now. If only she'd been a moment quicker-!

Durelin pulled a gold coin out of her pocket. "My last lucky coin..." she said dreamily with an Irish brogue. Flipping it up, she caught it deftly. "Tails... oh dear." She looked up, helpless, as the camp advanced. "Wait, please! I can help you!" she said desperately, eyes flicking from person to person. "You need me!"

"Foolish wench," Eolin snickered. "We don't need you!" They hefted a wooden lance and threw it with unerring accuracy and strength. The lance pierced first Durelin's coin, then her heart. She fell over and began to glow green, and the lance fell away.

"Fools! I did all in my power to aid you, and this is how you repay me... You'll have no more insight from me."

Durelin dissolved into a rainbow mist, and the crowd looked at each other sheepishly. Oops.

Night Two

The unearthly wail echoed again from everywhere and nowhere at once. The stargazer from the previous night, now too scared to move from their blankets, shivered under a heavy presentiment of doom. This time, however, another person heard it for the first time, and shuddered. A sound that lonely boded no good for anyone...

Espiem couldn't sleep. He decided to go for a moonlight swim; after all, werewolves couldn't swim, right? He'd be safe enough... right? He padded down to the lakeshore and dove in, gasping at the shock of the cool water. After doing a few laps, he felt sufficiently relaxed enough to sleep. He struck for the shore, swimming powerfully. As he got to the edge, though, he was out of breath...

and looked down, instead of up.

His mistake.

A clawed paw-hand slammed down on the back of his head, forcing poor Espiem under the water. He struggled and kicked, but to no avail; the mud was sticky, and the beast murdering him too strong. His struggles became weaker and weaker until finally he stopped moving, floating somberly facedown in the lake. The murderous beast snickered to itself and slunk off, satisfied.

When the camp awoke, they realized that two of their number were missing. Kath, recalling that Espiem had a great love for the water of the lake, decided to go down there to search for him. Moments later, a scream arose from the shore, and the rest of the camp pelted down to find Kath dragging the drowned body of Espiem back to shore.

"But Espiem was such a strong swimmer..." Isabellkya whispered.

"Not when something's holding his head underwater," Brinniel replied angrily. "Look!"

There on the back of Espiem's head was a clear pawprint. Rikae looked around. "Someone's not here.... where's Menel?"

They pelted back to the campsite, and discovered his footsteps leading out to the moors. "There's no coming back from there," Eolin said solemnly. "There's hidden patches of bog, and quicksand... No, I'm sure the land swallowed him right up!"

The Shining:
Kath
Brinniel
Rikae
Isabellkya
Eolin

Forever Dimmed:
Nogrod - Boiled in Oil Day 1 - Werewolf
Thinlomien - Savaged and Axed Night 1 - Ordo
Durelin - Coined, Pinned, and Dissolved Day 2 - Leprechaun
Meneltarmacil - Swallowed by the Land Night 2 - Ordo
Espiem - Drowned via a Paw Night 2 - Ordo

09-05-2007, 05:07 PM	#90
Shastanis Althreduin Werewolf Psychic Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water. Posts: 2,832	Execution, Day Two The camp had chosen Durelin to die today. Not even her legendary skill with rocks would help her now. If only she'd been a moment quicker-! Durelin pulled a gold coin out of her pocket. "My last lucky coin..." she said dreamily with an Irish brogue. Flipping it up, she caught it deftly. "Tails... oh dear." She looked up, helpless, as the camp advanced. "Wait, please! I can help you!" she said desperately, eyes flicking from person to person. "You need me!" "Foolish wench," Eolin snickered. "We don't need you!" They hefted a wooden lance and threw it with unerring accuracy and strength. The lance pierced first Durelin's coin, then her heart. She fell over and began to glow green, and the lance fell away. "Fools! I did all in my power to aid you, and this is how you repay me... You'll have no more insight from me." Durelin dissolved into a rainbow mist, and the crowd looked at each other sheepishly. Oops. Night Two The unearthly wail echoed again from everywhere and nowhere at once. The stargazer from the previous night, now too scared to move from their blankets, shivered under a heavy presentiment of doom. This time, however, another person heard it for the first time, and shuddered. A sound that lonely boded no good for anyone... Espiem couldn't sleep. He decided to go for a moonlight swim; after all, werewolves couldn't swim, right? He'd be safe enough... right? He padded down to the lakeshore and dove in, gasping at the shock of the cool water. After doing a few laps, he felt sufficiently relaxed enough to sleep. He struck for the shore, swimming powerfully. As he got to the edge, though, he was out of breath... and looked down, instead of up. His mistake. A clawed paw-hand slammed down on the back of his head, forcing poor Espiem under the water. He struggled and kicked, but to no avail; the mud was sticky, and the beast murdering him too strong. His struggles became weaker and weaker until finally he stopped moving, floating somberly facedown in the lake. The murderous beast snickered to itself and slunk off, satisfied. When the camp awoke, they realized that two of their number were missing. Kath, recalling that Espiem had a great love for the water of the lake, decided to go down there to search for him. Moments later, a scream arose from the shore, and the rest of the camp pelted down to find Kath dragging the drowned body of Espiem back to shore. "But Espiem was such a strong swimmer..." Isabellkya whispered. "Not when something's holding his head underwater," Brinniel replied angrily. "Look!" There on the back of Espiem's head was a clear pawprint. Rikae looked around. "Someone's not here.... where's Menel?" They pelted back to the campsite, and discovered his footsteps leading out to the moors. "There's no coming back from there," Eolin said solemnly. "There's hidden patches of bog, and quicksand... No, I'm sure the land swallowed him right up!" The Shining: Kath Brinniel Rikae Isabellkya Eolin Forever Dimmed: Nogrod - Boiled in Oil Day 1 - Werewolf Thinlomien - Savaged and Axed Night 1 - Ordo Durelin - Coined, Pinned, and Dissolved Day 2 - Leprechaun Meneltarmacil - Swallowed by the Land Night 2 - Ordo Espiem - Drowned via a Paw Night 2 - Ordo Last edited by Shastanis Althreduin; 09-06-2007 at 11:42 AM.