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the phantom · 01-01-2008, 03:52 PM

In the early morning hours, the Master of the fog communed with the Werewolves.

"There are still eight villagers left alive, and you are on the verge of being wiped out. You have failed me!"

"No, Lord!" growled the Werewolves. "We may yet have the victory!" said one.

"Silence!" boomed the voice from the mist. The Werewolves fell upon their faces in fear. "How can you say that you will win? You imbeciles have lost three of your fellows already!"

"But Master," objected one, "It wasn't our fault! The villagers have help. They have gifteds. But we fear to attack them. We know something isn't right with them. They have special powers, beyond that of normal gifteds."

"But if you wish to survive, attack them you must," said the fog.

"Help us, Master," begged the Werewolves.

For a time there was silence, and the Werewolves did not stir. At last, the fog made a quiet request. "The Ranger... you know who he is. Lure him here to this place."

**********

"Come back, evil monsters!" yelled Boromir as he chased the Werewolves through the village. "You cannot escape!"

The paws of the Werewolves pounded the ground heavily as they fled in fear towards the land bridge. They had spent the past hour wandering the town in search of the Ranger- the very person they usually tried to avoid. At last they spotted him on the roof of a hut, no doubt guarding the occupant. The two creatures made a great deal of noise and rushed the house, and in answer the Ranger leapt down to do battle.

And then they ran.

The beasts skidded to a halt on the bridge just a few feet shy of the fog bank. The Ranger slowed to a walk and approached them carefully, his sword at the ready. "Now you will pay, foul demons!"

But a dark figure stepped out of the fog and spoke. "Your time in this village is ended."

"Nay!" protested the Ranger. "Not while there is work still to be done!"

"Indeed, there is still work to be done," returned the figure, "But not that requires your talents. You would but inhibit what is to be accomplished."

As he spoke, the vapors extended quickly on either side of the Ranger, hemming him in. The Werewolves slipped out through gaps the Master had left for them, and the gaps closed behind them. Soon, the Ranger was completely encircled.

The Werewolves watched gleefully from the outside as the ring closed, drawing the Ranger in towards the deceitful smokes.

There was a shout, and then all was still. In the quiet the Voice from the outside spoke to the fog.

"It is not right that you have interfered thus. Such things are not to be done in these villages. You have twisted the rules."

"You, of all beings, should not speak so on the matter of twisting," answered the fog.

The Residents-
Aganzir- hangwoman
Eomer of the Rohirrim- gravedigger
Farael- conspiracy theorist
Isabellkya- hen
Kath- milliner
Legate of Amon Lanc- lamp-maker/fiddler
mormegil- woodsman/carpenter
Rikae- midwife/wise-woman
The Might- shephard
The Saucepan Man- traveling tinker

The Departed-
Nogrod, reticent lumberjack- Day 1 lynch victim (WEREWOLF)
Shastanis Althreduin, herbalist- Night 2 wolf slaughter (VILLAGER)
Valier, basket weaver- Day 2 lynch victim (HUNTER)
Azaelia of Willowbottom, apprentice to Rikae- slain by Hunter on Day 2 (VILLAGER)
Nerwen, miller- found out on Day 3 (WEREWOLF)
Macalaure, jailer- outed on Day 4 (WEREWOLF)
Boromir88, assistant to the apprentice to Rikae- taken by fog on Night 5 (RANGER)

IT IS NOW DAY 5. YOU MAY POST.

01-01-2008, 03:52 PM	#461
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Night 5... In the early morning hours, the Master of the fog communed with the Werewolves. "There are still eight villagers left alive, and you are on the verge of being wiped out. You have failed me!" "No, Lord!" growled the Werewolves. "We may yet have the victory!" said one. "Silence!" boomed the voice from the mist. The Werewolves fell upon their faces in fear. "How can you say that you will win? You imbeciles have lost three of your fellows already!" "But Master," objected one, "It wasn't our fault! The villagers have help. They have gifteds. But we fear to attack them. We know something isn't right with them. They have special powers, beyond that of normal gifteds." "But if you wish to survive, attack them you must," said the fog. "Help us, Master," begged the Werewolves. For a time there was silence, and the Werewolves did not stir. At last, the fog made a quiet request. "The Ranger... you know who he is. Lure him here to this place." ******** "Come back, evil monsters!" yelled Boromir as he chased the Werewolves through the village. "You cannot escape!" The paws of the Werewolves pounded the ground heavily as they fled in fear towards the land bridge. They had spent the past hour wandering the town in search of the Ranger- the very person they usually tried to avoid. At last they spotted him on the roof of a hut, no doubt guarding the occupant. The two creatures made a great deal of noise and rushed the house, and in answer the Ranger leapt down to do battle. And then they ran. The beasts skidded to a halt on the bridge just a few feet shy of the fog bank. The Ranger slowed to a walk and approached them carefully, his sword at the ready. "Now you will pay, foul demons!" But a dark figure stepped out of the fog and spoke. "Your time in this village is ended." "Nay!" protested the Ranger. "Not while there is work still to be done!" "Indeed, there is still work to be done," returned the figure, "But not that requires your talents. You would but inhibit what is to be accomplished." As he spoke, the vapors extended quickly on either side of the Ranger, hemming him in. The Werewolves slipped out through gaps the Master had left for them, and the gaps closed behind them. Soon, the Ranger was completely encircled. The Werewolves watched gleefully from the outside as the ring closed, drawing the Ranger in towards the deceitful smokes. There was a shout, and then all was still. In the quiet the Voice from the outside spoke to the fog. "It is not right that you have interfered thus. Such things are not to be done in these villages. You have twisted the rules." "You, of all beings, should not speak so on the matter of twisting," answered the fog. The Residents- Aganzir- hangwoman Eomer of the Rohirrim- gravedigger Farael- conspiracy theorist Isabellkya- hen Kath- milliner Legate of Amon Lanc- lamp-maker/fiddler mormegil- woodsman/carpenter Rikae- midwife/wise-woman The Might- shephard The Saucepan Man- traveling tinker The Departed- Nogrod, reticent lumberjack- Day 1 lynch victim (WEREWOLF) Shastanis Althreduin, herbalist- Night 2 wolf slaughter (VILLAGER) Valier, basket weaver- Day 2 lynch victim (HUNTER) Azaelia of Willowbottom, apprentice to Rikae- slain by Hunter on Day 2 (VILLAGER) Nerwen, miller- found out on Day 3 (WEREWOLF) Macalaure, jailer- outed on Day 4 (WEREWOLF) Boromir88, assistant to the apprentice to Rikae- taken by fog on Night 5 (RANGER) IT IS NOW DAY 5. YOU MAY POST. __________________ the phantom** has posted. This thread is now important. Last edited by the phantom; 01-01-2008 at 06:09 PM.