Once more a member of the expedition was woken up untimely at night. The two ghastly figures approached the astronomer,
A Little Green.
Little Gree-heen, oh Greeenie, Lily-mine. they tried to wake her with sweet voices, and
Lily arose.
It cannot be time to get up yet.
But who decides when it is time to?
We get up at the same time every day: at the time our rangers regarded appropriate - when they were still with us, I mean.
And you don't think there is someone else who is entitled to?
A Little Green was staggered. Slowly she turned around to the wolves and faced them. The wolves had waited for this moment. They jumped at her, stopping right in front of her face, putting up fearsome grimaces and baring their blood-stained teeth.
...to no effect.
Lily just reached out her arms and felt the werewolves' fur. It is not easy to scare a blind woman who sells stars for stock.
Whe shall put you to death gruesomely! We shall tear out your limbs and eviscerate your gut! We shall sever... why are you still not scared??
A Little Green wasn't scared at all. In fact, she smiled giddily, whispering
This is so amazing! to herself.
Amazing?
Lily was overjoyed:
You are doing so great! I always wanted to actually meet one of you, and now I'm here with you both, and you're even planning to kill me!
Oh, not again...
Are you going to eat me or are you going to turn me into a gory mess? Lily asked.
We're completely out of luck. Maybe we should just try someone else instead? one werewolf suggested.
They were just about to move away, when they overheard:
Actually, I think I can tell who you are by your voices.
What? No, you can't!
I'm quite sure I can...
Keep your mouth shut!
I think you are...
But no further words could she utter, for with a fierce blow one werewolf slashed away her lower jaw. The other followed by biting both her ears off, to forever rid her of her enhanced hearing. Smiling grimly the wolves looked at their victim. Then one took
Lily's arms and one her legs, and they pulled and split her in two.
Thus another cobbler found death by those they swore to protect.
*~*
Dead:
Macalaure and
Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One
Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One
Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two
Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two
Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two
Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three
Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three
Formendacil - (cobbler) killed by assassin in Night Four
Nilpaurion Felagund - (ordo) choked on his own tale in Night Four
Nogrod - (ordo) died in a battle of wits on Day Four
A Little Green - (cobbler) ripped in two in Night Five
Alive:
Shastanis Althreduin -
loner roane
Eönwë -
seller of pointless fakes
Nerwen -
treasure-seeker
Kath -
unemployed bum
Durelin -
eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
Brinniel -
junk collector
the phantom -
obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien -
marine zoologist
Day Five has started. The village may try its luck again.