Day1
The company had marched slowly fighting the foul weather the whole day staying mostly in their own thoughts. The Rangers of the North were not the small-talk geniuses form the south in the first place, but the Night's events had made them even gloomier. But they were slowly advancing to South-West whatever their mood was.
Finally they reached a small grove-like piece of woods in the middle of the moors they used to call just "Home", because of the few great oaks it had and because of the homely feeling it gave to the Rangers on their errands at these corners of Arthedain. Right now it didn't feel so cozy or welcoming but it was better than trying to set a camp to the open moors and being at the mercy of the wind coming to them at full force.
After they had set the camp and eaten by the fire they started to discuss - and all the Day's thoughts they had kept to themselves were poured out in just a few hours.
Rune made himself the Captain even if there were voices of distrust - and finally they decided to lynch Hakon... or Rune. But as Rune had more votes for being the Captain than being the lynched one it was going to be Hakon then.
Fea, Greenie, Inzil and Mac started gathering around Hakon asking him to do the decent thing and die honourably by his own sword.
"I will not make this easy for you!" Hakon shouted. "I'll get that preposterous traitor-Rune even if I have to die for it!"
But that didn't get the desired effect. On the contrary three more Rangers joined the four coming for him.
"He's our Captain you know..." Boro remarked.
"A Ranger doesn't offend his Captain!" Valier added.
"Not to talk of killing him..." Loslote confirmed.
"We know you've been carrying a grudge towards him since the battle of the plantations but you should really consider yourself" Inzil tried to appease the furious Hakon.
"No! Rune, your time has come!" Hakon yelled and ran towards the newly chosen Captain who draw his sword as well. The others tried to stop Hakon but he fought his way through the others and ran his sword into Rune's chest. At the same moment four blades cut into his flesh and he died falling on top of Rune.
For a moment it was silent but then Rune moved a little under Hakon's body and moaned quietly.
No it was not a moan. It was a howl. A death-howl to be more precise.
The Living:
Fea
Nienna
Inzil
Sally
Macalaure
Kath
Loslote
Valier
Greenie
Nerwen
Roa
Lommy
Boro
Legate
Gwath
Brinn
The Dead:
Nogrod (mod) - turned into a werewolf and butchered on N1.
Hakon (The Master Hunter) - stuck dead on D1
Rune (Werewolf) - killed from the sword of the Master Hunter at the end of D1
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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...
Last edited by Nogrod; 09-23-2009 at 03:36 PM.
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