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Thinlómien · 10-11-2010, 02:00 PM

Nerwen had never been one to have vivid and elaborate dreams. Mostly she woke up remembering nothing of her dreams and the dreams she remembered were simple: she had dreamt of skinning a rabbit, or of climbing a tree and seeing the beautiful green light in the leaves. But this place had changed everything, now she dreamt every night, of weird things and frightening things, and she remembered it all in the morning.

Tonight, Nerwen was walking in a hall filled with gigantic wooden statues, just like the figurines she tended to carve when she had free time, only a hundred times bigger. She could recognise the swan she had carved for her nephew, the bear she kept on her windowsill and the eagle that she had brought to her father's grave one night. She didn't know what they were doing here, for it seemed to her as if she still walked somewhere in the fortress of Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

On the Isle of Werewolves there must be a wolf... she thought and her eyes indeed found a massive wolf of beechwood poised as if ready to jump at its prey. She started walking towards it, not knowing why. She stood at the foot of the statue and looked up. The wolf looked almost benevolent, or at least there was a smile playing on its face. As she watched, the wolf statue started falling towards her, as inevitable as death...

...and she woke up to a second of relief before heavy paws landed on her chest and jaws closed around her neck. There was a rush of pain more terrible than she had ever experienced, and then everything was gone.

In the morning, the Elves found Nerwen's body torn in pieces.

~*~

The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2
Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3
Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3
Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4

The Living
Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Skip - an admirer of Finduilas's
Wilwarin - hunter

Day4 has now begun. Talk. Hunter hunt. Wolves no private talk. And so on. Good luck to both teams!

10-11-2010, 02:00 PM	#303
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Nerwen had never been one to have vivid and elaborate dreams. Mostly she woke up remembering nothing of her dreams and the dreams she remembered were simple: she had dreamt of skinning a rabbit, or of climbing a tree and seeing the beautiful green light in the leaves. But this place had changed everything, now she dreamt every night, of weird things and frightening things, and she remembered it all in the morning. Tonight, Nerwen was walking in a hall filled with gigantic wooden statues, just like the figurines she tended to carve when she had free time, only a hundred times bigger. She could recognise the swan she had carved for her nephew, the bear she kept on her windowsill and the eagle that she had brought to her father's grave one night. She didn't know what they were doing here, for it seemed to her as if she still walked somewhere in the fortress of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. On the Isle of Werewolves there must be a wolf... she thought and her eyes indeed found a massive wolf of beechwood poised as if ready to jump at its prey. She started walking towards it, not knowing why. She stood at the foot of the statue and looked up. The wolf looked almost benevolent, or at least there was a smile playing on its face. As she watched, the wolf statue started falling towards her, as inevitable as death... ...and she woke up to a second of relief before heavy paws landed on her chest and jaws closed around her neck. There was a rush of pain more terrible than she had ever experienced, and then everything was gone. In the morning, the Elves found Nerwen's body torn in pieces. ~~ The Dead Thinlómien* (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1 Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1 Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2 Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3 Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3 Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4 The Living Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum Boromir - incompetent gatewarden Eönwë - hunter Inziladun - weaponsmith Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund Skip - an admirer of Finduilas's Wilwarin - hunter Day4 has now begun. Talk. Hunter hunt. Wolves no private talk. And so on. Good luck to both teams!