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Old 06-02-2008, 04:56 PM   #8
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Night1, part two

Eomer had been sleeping lightly the whole night and woke up well before the daybreak. He turned around and around trying to find a more comfortable position without success. Finally his wife sensed his husband’s uneasiness through her sleep and turned to face him opening her eyes still heavy from dreams.

“Sorry to wake you up darling” Eomer whispered softly and stroke gently her hair. “I just can’t sleep any more. I’ll go get some water and light the fire so you can sleep a bit longer today… Sleep now my love”. He kissed Cailín lightly on the cheek and rose up while she mumbled quietly and turned to continue her sleep.


Closing the front door Eomer immediately sensed that there was something that was not quite right. The forest was not just silent but it felt like all the nature was holding it’s breath. For a moment he hesitated but then started walking towards the village-square slowly and carefully. He sneaked forwards like a cat in the night.

When he reached the tavern by the square he heard the blackbird and felt the passing darkness. Peeking from around the corner he then caught eye of the swallow and the light. He held his breath leaning to the wall of the tavern while drawing his knife. Peeking once gain he found the square silent and empty. But he was not alone there. He felt that.

Then he heard a faint noise from the direction of the courthouse. There was someone there who didn’t want to be heard being there… He ha been right. Eomer crept a few steps forwards and finally heard the other one doing likewise.

Eomer halted. The other one halted as well. From the corner of his eye he could see the rays of sunlight slowly reaching the gates of the palisade wall.

Suddenly the blackbird came from one of the houses and landed on the top of the well. It sang a song Eomer soon realised he could understand.

Those were strange and terrible tidings.


After the song ended Nogrod sprang up to his feet from the other side of the well the poker ready to blow and called into the fading darkness with a loud voice: “Come forwards villain!”

The blackbird sprang off.

Eomer heard Nogrod’s call and sighed in relief with the recognition. “Oh, judge Nogrod!” he called him getting straight himself as well. “It sure is good to hear your voice as I was about to attack a villain myself”.

They both saw each other now. “Gods be praised. I could have blown your brains out with my poker dear sister-in-law’s sister-in-law’s sister’s brother-in-law, Eomer.” Nogrod said, relieved.

“Had you had time before my knife would have stuck in your chest…” Eomer replied with an according smile.


But the relievement was soon gone as Nogrod suddenly froze again.

“We’re not alone Eomer…” he hissed from between his teeth.

“Behind you!” Eomer cried as he saw a giant werewolf coming from the shadows and leaping towards the judge from behind.

Nogrod ducked aside and Eomer threw his knife towards the leaping werewolf. The knife bounced off from the werewolf’s thick skin but caused enough pain to make the beast howl from pain.

The rooster crowed an alarm and the first rays of the sun entered the village gate.

Before Eomer had time to turn around he felt a giant claw hitting him into the back of his head. To his astonishment he felt no pain. He only felt something warm and wet flowing down his back. Then all started to get fuzzy.

“Cailín! … Lhuna! … Dury! …” He managed to mumble before to him the world was no more.


Falling sideways to the ground Nogrod saw from the corner of his eye the werewolf attacking Eomer from behind. It was too late to yell but he did yell anyway: "Noooooo!".

He was up in no time just to face two werewolves coming for him from left and right. Glancing forwards he saw the third one finishing with Eomer by ripping his head off and throwing it into the well with a splash.

“Alarm! Alarm!” he shouted from the bottom of his lungs. The sunlight had already crept to the edge of the square.

The two attacked simultaneously. Nogrod managed to deal a blow to the other one but the blow only seemed to irritate it. With two quick slashes Nogrod’s body was torn in two.

“Morm! Revenge this my brother!” Nogrod managed to yell. Those were his last words.


The sun lit the square as the first violently awakened villagers reached the scene. All they found from there were the torn bodies of their fellows Eomer and Nogrod.

The blackbird sat on the roof of the courthouse and sang it’s song once again.

Before anyone could react a swallow appeared, from nowhere it seemed, and attacked the blackbird chirping loud as it went after it. Somehow it’s song encouraged the villagers.

“There is hope…” little Diamond said softly watching intensively at the fighting birds that were drawing away. The ageless child the Ka took a few steps to stand beside her and took her by the hand nodding to her. Di pressed her hand and tried to comfort the small one.

“Let’s see that my husband didn’t die in vain” Cailín added firmly.

“As my brother was the judge of this village I will claim his duties and lead the investigations concerning their deaths” Morm said in a clear voice. “Now let everyone speak. We’ll get those foul ones who are responsible of my brother’s unjust and cruel death! One of them should be lynched by the sunset.”




Alive:

+ A Little Green, a fortune-teller - folklorist - herb-grower - unofficial therapist, advisor and midwife, most presumably a witch, the gammer (the eccentric mother of Lommy & Mac)
+ Shastanis Althreduin, astrologer/fortune teller, gaffer (Greenie's husband, father of Lommy & Mac)
+ Isabellkaya, a gammer who loves asparagus and throwing knives (Shasta's sister)

+ Thinlómien, a bird tamer, adult (married to Nilp, Macalaure's sister)
+ Nilpaurion Felagund, a house-bound sandwich-maker, adult (married to Lommy)
+ Eönwë, Rikae's unofficial helper-person, 22 (their son)
+ Kath, tavern owner, 20 (their daughter, Brinn's life partner)
+ Satansaloser 2005, Lommy's assistant, 17 (their daughter)

+ Macalaure, apple farmer, adult (married to Rikae, Lommy's brother)
+ Rikae, a lumberjack, adult (married to Macalaure, Roa's sister)
+ the phantom, sheep herder with Legate, 21 (their adopted son, Di's brother)
+ Diamond 18, dissolute, 11 (phantom's pre-teen littlesister)

+ Cailín, guinea pig breeder, adult (Nilp's sister)
+ Lhunardawen, healer's apprentice, 20 (Cailín's daughter, good twin of Durelin)
+ Durelin, poisoner 20 (Lhuna's evil twin, daughter of Cailín)


+ Volo, the guy who knows everything about staying alive, the gaffer (Father of Nogrod, morm, Nerwen and Lalaith)

+ Roa_Aoife, school teacher, adult (mother of Legate, Brinn and Kit, wife of Nogrod, sister of Rikae)
+ Brinniel, Greenie's apprentice, 21 (Legate's sister and Kitanna's twin sister, Kath's life partner)
+ Kitanna, a tavern wench 21 (Legate's sister and Brinn's twin sister)
+ Legate of Amon Lanc, sheep herder with tp, 19 (brother of Brinn & Kit, Sally's boyfriend, Agan's ex-bf)

+ Nerwen, the healer, adult (sister of Lalaith, Volo's daughter)

+ Lalaith, chocolate maker, adult (sister of Nerwen, mother of Aganzir, Volo's daughter)
+ Aganzir, the little match girl, 15 (Lalaith's daughter, dates McCaber)
+ The Ka, a dog whipper (a fatherless and ageless little child of Lalaith)

+ Mormegil, adult (son of Volo, husband of Celuien, father of Gwath and McCaber)
+ Celuien, a candle maker, adult (wife of morm, mother of Gwath and McCaber)
+ Gwathagor, a highwayman, 20 (McCaber's big brother)
+ McCaber, a henchman, 18 (Gwath's little brother, dates Aganzir)


The dead:
Eomer of the Rohirrim, adult (Cailín's husband, Lhuna's and Dury's father); An innocent beheaded by the werewolves on Night1
Nogrod, the judge, adult (Roa's husband, father of Legate, Brinn and Kit); An innocent torn in two by werewolves on Night1


Day1 begins.

Wizards and their minions stop talking and join the others.

You are all free to discuss now.
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...

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