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Aganzir · 02-29-2008, 01:00 PM

That night, it was snowing again. The wolves were sitting in the passage and chatting merrily. Death was studying a map of the Old Forest and the Shire.

”Would you guys mind getting me some ink tonight? A piece of charcoal is definitely not the best choice of medium for making accurate plans.”

”Sure,” said a wolf.

”That is no problem,” said another. ”Who, do you think, could provide us with the brightest colour?”

”I think I have an idea. But first I must ask you something... I have always wondered why we can only kill one person a night,” said the third.

”Me too. I mean, they are all asleep and we could easily kill them without making too much noise. Why not take them all at once? Why do we have to wait and risk getting ourselves killed by them first?”

Death seemed to be almost offended by the question. She lifted her eyes from the map. ”It is art! It takes time to make a masterpiece. You can't make several of them in just one night. I thought that was obvious.”

”Yes, now that I think it, it makes sense. Thank you.”

”Poor cubs – I know all too well how bloodlust feels. But don't worry. If everything goes as I have planned, you will soon have a plenty of kills for every night...”

**

”She wanted bright red ink.”

”Do you know how to turn blood bright red?”

”It takes a carbon monoxide poisoning.”

”Indeed.”

The wolves crept into the living room and took some charcoal from the fireplace.

”It always makes me feel so practical when I do something like this... We need to get proper-coloured ink instead of charcoal, and the easiest way to get it is to burn charcoal. This is so handy!”

They took the pieces to Tom and Goldberry's room and lit them. They returned to the living room, picked a sleeper and carried her away. She woke up in the passage. They bound and gagged her, pushed her into the room and closed the door. When they opened it again after a while, THE Ka was unconscious.

One wolf took a knife and another a basin while the third held her body. The wolf with the knife slit her throat open gravely. Bright red blood poured into the basin.

”What a beautiful hue!” exclaimed the third wolf delightedly.

**

The beggars were naturally very upset to discover Ka's limp and drained body and some bottled blood, but there was also another concern: it had snowed so much in the night that it was practically impossible to get about the house. Therefore Boro promised to go and shovel snow. When the yard was more or less passable again, he and Volo decided to go and see if McCaber's body was still where they had left it and if anything could be done for it anymore.

On their way there, a tree bumped into Boro.

”Oh my,” the tree said in a squeaky and smug voice, ”don't you have any manners? See, I hurt myself!” He pointed at the withered leaf that had fell on the snow.

”Sorry,” said Boro, ”but it was definitely not my fault. You came from the behind and were walking too fast for the weather conditions. You should have been more careful.”

”How very dare you?” asked the tree furiously, ”it was your fault indeed! I'll tell Old Man Willow what you did and he'll kill you!”

”Go away and stop bothering us,” said Boro.

”Well, well!” Volo said. ”These trees do shift.”

**

It took them a while to find McCaber's snow-covered body. They had almost dug it out when the tree returned.

”Old Man Willow tells you to come. Immediately!”

”Nah, I don't think so,” said Boro. ”I have a lovely wife and two sweet children, and wolf-hunting to do. I cannot possibly come.”

But even he couldn't resist the power of the Willow-man whose song and thought ran through the woods on both sides of the river. He tried to make it back to the house, but the trees barred his way. Roots and branches emerged from nowhere and took hold on him. It was the last time Boro was seen.

**

Alive:
Nogrod the Agreeable, the leader of the beggars
his wife, Nerwen
elderly couple; Rikae the Kind
and Durelin
Mithalwen the Perpetually Sane and Serene, Boro's widow
their children Macalaure the Guileless
and Meneltarmacil
Volo, a young widowed man
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
THE Ka, a blind old woman (ordo) - poisoned with carbon monoxide & throat slit open on Night 3
Boromir88 the Silent One, Mith's husband, Mac & Menel's father, an ex-pickpocket (ordo) - accused unjustly and carried away against his will by annoying trees at the beginning of Day 3

It is now Day 3. Wolves stop PMing. Start talking.

Boro had to pull out because of work things.

02-29-2008, 01:00 PM	#274
Aganzir Woman of Secret Shadow Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells Posts: 4,511	Night 3 That night, it was snowing again. The wolves were sitting in the passage and chatting merrily. Death was studying a map of the Old Forest and the Shire. ”Would you guys mind getting me some ink tonight? A piece of charcoal is definitely not the best choice of medium for making accurate plans.” ”Sure,” said a wolf. ”That is no problem,” said another. ”Who, do you think, could provide us with the brightest colour?” ”I think I have an idea. But first I must ask you something... I have always wondered why we can only kill one person a night,” said the third. ”Me too. I mean, they are all asleep and we could easily kill them without making too much noise. Why not take them all at once? Why do we have to wait and risk getting ourselves killed by them first?” Death seemed to be almost offended by the question. She lifted her eyes from the map. ”It is art! It takes time to make a masterpiece. You can't make several of them in just one night. I thought that was obvious.” ”Yes, now that I think it, it makes sense. Thank you.” ”Poor cubs – I know all too well how bloodlust feels. But don't worry. If everything goes as I have planned, you will soon have a plenty of kills for every night...” ”She wanted bright red ink.” ”Do you know how to turn blood bright red?” ”It takes a carbon monoxide poisoning.” ”Indeed.” The wolves crept into the living room and took some charcoal from the fireplace. ”It always makes me feel so practical when I do something like this... We need to get proper-coloured ink instead of charcoal, and the easiest way to get it is to burn charcoal. This is so handy!” They took the pieces to Tom and Goldberry's room and lit them. They returned to the living room, picked a sleeper and carried her away. She woke up in the passage. They bound and gagged her, pushed her into the room and closed the door. When they opened it again after a while, THE Ka was unconscious. One wolf took a knife and another a basin while the third held her body. The wolf with the knife slit her throat open gravely. Bright red blood poured into the basin. ”What a beautiful hue!” exclaimed the third wolf delightedly. The beggars were naturally very upset to discover Ka's limp and drained body and some bottled blood, but there was also another concern: it had snowed so much in the night that it was practically impossible to get about the house. Therefore Boro promised to go and shovel snow. When the yard was more or less passable again, he and Volo decided to go and see if McCaber's body was still where they had left it and if anything could be done for it anymore. On their way there, a tree bumped into Boro. ”Oh my,” the tree said in a squeaky and smug voice, ”don't you have any manners? See, I hurt myself!” He pointed at the withered leaf that had fell on the snow. ”Sorry,” said Boro, ”but it was definitely not my fault. You came from the behind and were walking too fast for the weather conditions. You should have been more careful.” ”How very dare you?” asked the tree furiously, ”it was your fault indeed! I'll tell Old Man Willow what you did and he'll kill you!” ”Go away and stop bothering us,” said Boro. ”Well, well!” Volo said. ”These trees do shift.” It took them a while to find McCaber's snow-covered body. They had almost dug it out when the tree returned. ”Old Man Willow tells you to come. Immediately!” ”Nah, I don't think so,” said Boro. ”I have a lovely wife and two sweet children, and wolf-hunting to do. I cannot possibly come.” But even he couldn't resist the power of the Willow-man whose song and thought ran through the woods on both sides of the river. He tried to make it back to the house, but the trees barred his way. Roots and branches emerged from nowhere and took hold on him. It was the last time Boro was seen. Alive: Nogrod the Agreeable, the leader of the beggars his wife, Nerwen elderly couple; Rikae the Kind and Durelin Mithalwen the Perpetually Sane and Serene, Boro's widow their children Macalaure the Guileless and Meneltarmacil Volo, a young widowed man 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 THE Ka, a blind old woman (ordo) - poisoned with carbon monoxide & throat slit open on Night 3 Boromir88 the Silent One, Mith's husband, Mac & Menel's father, an ex-pickpocket (ordo) - accused unjustly and carried away against his will by annoying trees at the beginning of Day 3 It is now Day 3. Wolves stop PMing. Start talking. Boro had to pull out because of work things. __________________ He bit me, and I was not gentle.