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satansaloser2005 · 03-21-2009, 09:01 PM

"Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of *censored* in a towel, the were-ducks regain their composure and flee the scene"
--or--
"What I wouldn't give for Gandalf's Cloak."
"There we cannot help you."
"Will this do?"
"Where did you get that?"
"At Phantom's. It fit so nice, he said I could keep it."
--or--
(Fea's bugging me for the narration so I'll think of another clever title in a tick)

Night Two

The were-ducks snuck out in the middle of the Night and gathered around a small fire to mourn the loss of their half were-duck, half were-penguin mate Lommie.

One of the flock sighed and threw a bit of pickled Legate onto the grill, while her fellows chopped up bits of Mira (who they had finally dragged out of the well for a midNight snack).

“You know, killing off the rest of the group won't be as much fun without her around,” one of the little band remarked, and her friends chorused their agreement.

“She was always so....what's the word I'm looking for?” She scratched her feathered neck in thought. “Lommie was always so....”

“Fun?” offered one of her mates.

“Full of good ideas?” suggested another.

Another of the group smirked, her beak-like nose and sharp white teeth barely visible in the near darkness. “Plucky?” she said, before bursting into laughter. “Seriously, we're the bad guys. Why are we sitting around moping when there's killing to be done?”

The rest of the group nodded and they began to discuss plans, deciding which of the villagers looked tastiest. No more mention of Lommie was made until a voice in the shadows said, “Penguins suck.”

All the were-ducks turned to see a cloaked figure watching their discussion with intense interest. Needless to say they were shocked; the rest of the village was still sound asleep, and they had been quite careful when they snuck out.

“Well, well, well,” one remarked, “it looks like we have a winner after all.”

“Indeed,” the eldest agreed, “let's get her. And after that, perhaps an early breakfast.”

They all advanced on the hooded refugee, but as they approached the robe fell from the villager's body and they were blinded as light burst from the area where they had been standing.

“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” the figure shouted, and, permanently scarred at the sight of the person in their pajamas, they scampered away and went hungry for the Night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning when the group awoke there was a small sign attached to the door of their sleeping quarters saying, “Phantom's apprentice has uncloaked. You have been warned.”

Everyone's still alive. Get you a list in a sec. Gosh, Fea, patience.

ETA: list of peopleses, precious

The Dead
Sally (stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0)
Phantom (made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0)
Legate (ordo, pickled on Day 1)
Mira (Ophelia, ordo, drowned on Night 1)
Shasta (Hamlet, ordo, semi-accidentally poisoned on Night 1)
Lommie (were-duck, axed on Day 2)

The Living
Feanor of the Peredhil
Brinniel
wilwarin538
Durelin
Nogrod
Isabellkya
Nerwen
Rikae
Mith
Kath
Lari
Mac
Nienna
Gwathagor
Nilpaurion Felagund

03-21-2009, 09:01 PM	#598
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	"Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of censored in a towel, the were-ducks regain their composure and flee the scene" --or-- "What I wouldn't give for Gandalf's Cloak." "There we cannot help you." "Will this do?" "Where did you get that?" "At Phantom's. It fit so nice, he said I could keep it." --or-- (Fea's bugging me for the narration so I'll think of another clever title in a tick) Night Two The were-ducks snuck out in the middle of the Night and gathered around a small fire to mourn the loss of their half were-duck, half were-penguin mate Lommie. One of the flock sighed and threw a bit of pickled Legate onto the grill, while her fellows chopped up bits of Mira (who they had finally dragged out of the well for a midNight snack). “You know, killing off the rest of the group won't be as much fun without her around,” one of the little band remarked, and her friends chorused their agreement. “She was always so....what's the word I'm looking for?” She scratched her feathered neck in thought. “Lommie was always so....” “Fun?” offered one of her mates. “Full of good ideas?” suggested another. Another of the group smirked, her beak-like nose and sharp white teeth barely visible in the near darkness. “Plucky?” she said, before bursting into laughter. “Seriously, we're the bad guys. Why are we sitting around moping when there's killing to be done?” The rest of the group nodded and they began to discuss plans, deciding which of the villagers looked tastiest. No more mention of Lommie was made until a voice in the shadows said, “Penguins suck.” All the were-ducks turned to see a cloaked figure watching their discussion with intense interest. Needless to say they were shocked; the rest of the village was still sound asleep, and they had been quite careful when they snuck out. “Well, well, well,” one remarked, “it looks like we have a winner after all.” “Indeed,” the eldest agreed, “let's get her. And after that, perhaps an early breakfast.” They all advanced on the hooded refugee, but as they approached the robe fell from the villager's body and they were blinded as light burst from the area where they had been standing. “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” the figure shouted, and, permanently scarred at the sight of the person in their pajamas, they scampered away and went hungry for the Night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning when the group awoke there was a small sign attached to the door of their sleeping quarters saying, “Phantom's apprentice has uncloaked. You have been warned.” Everyone's still alive. Get you a list in a sec. Gosh, Fea, patience. ETA: list of peopleses, precious The Dead Sally (stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0) Phantom (made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0) Legate (ordo, pickled on Day 1) Mira (Ophelia, ordo, drowned on Night 1) Shasta (Hamlet, ordo, semi-accidentally poisoned on Night 1) Lommie (were-duck, axed on Day 2) The Living Feanor of the Peredhil Brinniel wilwarin538 Durelin Nogrod Isabellkya Nerwen Rikae Mith Kath Lari Mac Nienna Gwathagor Nilpaurion Felagund __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm. Last edited by satansaloser2005; 03-21-2009 at 09:17 PM.