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Aganzir · 02-28-2008, 02:13 PM

The beggars weren't terrified by sally's fate at all, quite the contrary – among the other nasty things Mac did today, he even realised that there was also a positive side to sally's death. Now, he thought, he and Menel could finally play snow war for hours on end without getting a cold. This was enough to upset his parents, but only when Mac started teasing his mother did he get a beating.

”Remember that I'm one of those parents who believe also in the efficacy of capital punishment!” exclaimed Mithalwen to her crying son, a large wooden spoon in her hand.

”Mith, aren't you being a bit too strict, strict and strict with him?” asked Nogrod. ”Bear in mind that he's but a boy, boy and boy.”

”Why are you repeating everything thrice?” asked Durelin.

”I want to make sure everyone understands what I say. Sometimes it takes some repeating.”

”Ah.”

”I'm definitely not too strict, Nogrod. That boy speaks so nastily that he deserves a good beating every now and then.”

”Did you hear that?” cried Boro. ”No ordinary mother constantly beats her own child. I'm saying Mith is a wolf!”

”I think Mith is right. And if the wolves were good, they'd kill Mac for speaking like that to his mother,” said McCaber kindly.

”But they kill silent people instead... Like the poor sally,” sighed Nerwen.

”Why sally? Why not McCaber or Aganzir, for example? They didn't speak much either,” asked Mith.

”I wonder indeed,” said Death.

”Did you hear that?” cried Boro. ”She's trying to confuse us. I'm saying Mith is a wolf!”

”I actually quite agree with you, Boro,” said Rikae. ”She's clearly lying.”

”I never tell any blatant lies... Well... Except...” Mith paused, looking guilty.

”Except what?” inquired Ka.

”Well... I think I've sometimes said 'What a beautiful baby' without really meaning it... But that's all.”

”Like when Menel was born? (I'm saying Mith is a wolf!)”

”Eh... Well... Maybe we shall not speak about that now, darling, shall we?”

The argument was interrupted by a loud wailing sound.

”Ai! Ai!” cried Lommy, ”my eyes!”

”What is it?” asked Greenie.

”Volo looks so foul it hurts! Take him away! I can't bear to look at him!”

”Hey... Do you really think I'm that ugly?” asked Volo in a confused voice.

”Bunnies... May I remind you that you have work to do and time is flying?” said Death.

”Oh, we completely forgot,” said the beggars, ”this is so much fun.”

”What shall we do to the lynchee today?” asked Menel.

”We need some more drinking water anyway,” said Durelin. ”What about breaking a hole in the ice of that river in the forest?”

”Sounds nice. We could drown someone there,” said Greenie.

**

The beggars left the house with picks and shovels. It took them some time to find the frozen river and shovel the snow away, and some more time to break a hole in the ice. Eventually they saw the black water, calm and threatening.

”Are there any volunteers?” asked Rikae.

”Well, if it was up to me and Boro, I think you should take me rather than him...” said McCaber.

”What?” asked the beggars who stood a little farther from the river.

”He said he volunteers!” shouted Rikae.

”Let's try if he is a real submarine!” cried Lommy.

The mob came and grabbed McCaber by his yellow coat sleeve. While Rikae and Durelin held his legs, Volo pushed his head under the water and held it there until no more bubbles came up.

McCaber had drowned, but his body was still that of a little boy's, not a wolf's. As the beggars stood watching, the last rays of the sun vanished below the mountains. They rushed back, towards the twinkling lights of the house.

**

Alive:
Nogrod the Agreeable, the leader of the beggars
his wife, Nerwen
elderly couple; Rikae the Kind
and Durelin
Boromir88 the Silent One, an ex-pickpocket
his wife, Mithalwen the Perpetually Sane and Serene
their children Macalaure the Guileless
and Meneltarmacil
Volo, a young widowed man
THE Ka, a blind old woman
orphaned little Thinlómien
and her little sister A Little Green

Dead:
Tom Bombadil (ranger) - killed on Night 1
Goldberry (seer) - killed on Night 1
The Barrow-wight (hunter) - killed on Night 1
Gwathagor, the child of Nogrod and Nerwen (ordo) - used as a battering ram on Day 1
Sally the Insufferable, a slightly mad crippled woman (ordo) - skinned, scalped and made to clothes on Night 2
the Right Honourable McCaber, Volo's child (ordo) - drowned in the Withywindle on Day 2

It is now Night 3. Wolves may kill. No posting here.

And sorry Ka, but your vote doesn't count.

02-28-2008, 02:13 PM	#273
Aganzir Woman of Secret Shadow Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells Posts: 4,511	Day 2 The beggars weren't terrified by sally's fate at all, quite the contrary – among the other nasty things Mac did today, he even realised that there was also a positive side to sally's death. Now, he thought, he and Menel could finally play snow war for hours on end without getting a cold. This was enough to upset his parents, but only when Mac started teasing his mother did he get a beating. ”Remember that I'm one of those parents who believe also in the efficacy of capital punishment!” exclaimed Mithalwen to her crying son, a large wooden spoon in her hand. ”Mith, aren't you being a bit too strict, strict and strict with him?” asked Nogrod. ”Bear in mind that he's but a boy, boy and boy.” ”Why are you repeating everything thrice?” asked Durelin. ”I want to make sure everyone understands what I say. Sometimes it takes some repeating.” ”Ah.” ”I'm definitely not too strict, Nogrod. That boy speaks so nastily that he deserves a good beating every now and then.” ”Did you hear that?” cried Boro. ”No ordinary mother constantly beats her own child. I'm saying Mith is a wolf!” ”I think Mith is right. And if the wolves were good, they'd kill Mac for speaking like that to his mother,” said McCaber kindly. ”But they kill silent people instead... Like the poor sally,” sighed Nerwen. ”Why sally? Why not McCaber or Aganzir, for example? They didn't speak much either,” asked Mith. ”I wonder indeed,” said Death. ”Did you hear that?” cried Boro. ”She's trying to confuse us. I'm saying Mith is a wolf!” ”I actually quite agree with you, Boro,” said Rikae. ”She's clearly lying.” ”I never tell any blatant lies... Well... Except...” Mith paused, looking guilty. ”Except what?” inquired Ka. ”Well... I think I've sometimes said 'What a beautiful baby' without really meaning it... But that's all.” ”Like when Menel was born? (I'm saying Mith is a wolf!)” ”Eh... Well... Maybe we shall not speak about that now, darling, shall we?” The argument was interrupted by a loud wailing sound. ”Ai! Ai!” cried Lommy, ”my eyes!” ”What is it?” asked Greenie. ”Volo looks so foul it hurts! Take him away! I can't bear to look at him!” ”Hey... Do you really think I'm that ugly?” asked Volo in a confused voice. ”Bunnies... May I remind you that you have work to do and time is flying?” said Death. ”Oh, we completely forgot,” said the beggars, ”this is so much fun.” ”What shall we do to the lynchee today?” asked Menel. ”We need some more drinking water anyway,” said Durelin. ”What about breaking a hole in the ice of that river in the forest?” ”Sounds nice. We could drown someone there,” said Greenie. The beggars left the house with picks and shovels. It took them some time to find the frozen river and shovel the snow away, and some more time to break a hole in the ice. Eventually they saw the black water, calm and threatening. ”Are there any volunteers?” asked Rikae. ”Well, if it was up to me and Boro, I think you should take me rather than him...” said McCaber. ”What?” asked the beggars who stood a little farther from the river. ”He said he volunteers!” shouted Rikae. ”Let's try if he is a real submarine!” cried Lommy. The mob came and grabbed McCaber by his yellow coat sleeve. While Rikae and Durelin held his legs, Volo pushed his head under the water and held it there until no more bubbles came up. McCaber had drowned, but his body was still that of a little boy's, not a wolf's. As the beggars stood watching, the last rays of the sun vanished below the mountains. They rushed back, towards the twinkling lights of the house. Alive: Nogrod the Agreeable, the leader of the beggars his wife, Nerwen elderly couple; Rikae the Kind and Durelin Boromir88 the Silent One, an ex-pickpocket his wife, Mithalwen the Perpetually Sane and Serene their children Macalaure the Guileless and Meneltarmacil Volo, a young widowed man THE Ka, a blind old woman orphaned little Thinlómien and her little sister A Little Green Dead: Tom Bombadil (ranger) - killed on Night 1 Goldberry (seer) - killed on Night 1 The Barrow-wight (hunter) - killed on Night 1 Gwathagor, the child of Nogrod and Nerwen (ordo) - used as a battering ram on Day 1 Sally the Insufferable, a slightly mad crippled woman (ordo) - skinned, scalped and made to clothes on Night 2 the Right Honourable McCaber, Volo's child (ordo) - drowned in the Withywindle on Day 2 It is now Night 3. Wolves may kill. No posting here. And sorry Ka, but your vote doesn't count. __________________ He bit me, and I was not gentle. Last edited by Aganzir; 02-28-2008 at 02:19 PM.