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Inziladun · 07-01-2011, 06:00 PM

Nogrod awoke in the night with a powerful thirst. He reached for his water skin, to find only a few drops in it. He silently cursed himself for not remembering to fill it before dark. Now, he would have to make the walk to the stream nearby.

He did not relish the thought of going alone, but remembering that only one of the evil killers was now left to trouble them, he thought he would be safe enough, as long as he was wary.

As he made his way to the stream, he found a stout dead tree-branch that could serve well as a club, and carried it with him. He entered the woods, which seemed filled with sly, secret sounds. Some of the sounds could have been footsteps, and his grip on the makeshift club tightened.

He reached the stream. Glancing about him, straining his senses, he filled the skin. Straightening again, he turned to go. Just then a weight smote him from above, knocking him to the ground, and a tightening band was around his throat, cutting off his air. The fiend had hidden in a tree! Though he struggled, his attacker was relentless, and darkness came over him.

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The body was found the next morning, next to the stream, and taken to the beach.

As the ragged crew contemplated this fresh horror, Nilpaurion Felagund gave a cry, pointing out to sea. As the others looked, they saw a white shape floating upon the waves about a furlong away. It looked like one of the spare sails the ship had carried. It would be a crucial component of any craft they could fashion themselves, but it did not seem to be approaching the coast; rather, the reverse. Before anyone could stop him, Nilp jumped into the water and began swimming toward the sail. The rest shouted at him to return, that the currents were too dangerous, but he did not heed them. He was a strong swimmer, and quickly neared the sail. Before he could gain a grip on it though, he was pulled away from it, out to sea. He was caught in a rip current! Legate quickly jumped in the ocean and swam toward him, with the despairing wails of the others in his ears. Nilp had disappeared. Legate reached the place where he was last seen, then he too was caught in the current. Those on the beach held onto one another, to prevent any more rescue attempts. Soon Legate too was gone, and the sail swept by out of reach, as if to mock them.

The Living:

Bom Tombadillo
G55
Sally
Eomer
Greenie
Lommy

The Dead:

Inziladun: (Mod) (killed by the baddies Night 1)
Loslote: Evil Spirit (lynched Day 1)
Shasta: Ordo (murdered by the evil ones Night 2)
Kitanna: Ordo (lynched Day 2)
Nerwen: Ranger (knocked over a cliff by baddies Night 3)
Mithalwen: Evil Spirit (lynched Day 3)
Nogrod: Ordo (caught off guard and killed Night 4)
Nilp: Ordo (tragically lost trying to help his companions Day 4)
Legate: Ordo (drowned trying to save Nilp Day 4)

IT IS DAY 4

07-01-2011, 06:00 PM	#7
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	Nogrod awoke in the night with a powerful thirst. He reached for his water skin, to find only a few drops in it. He silently cursed himself for not remembering to fill it before dark. Now, he would have to make the walk to the stream nearby. He did not relish the thought of going alone, but remembering that only one of the evil killers was now left to trouble them, he thought he would be safe enough, as long as he was wary. As he made his way to the stream, he found a stout dead tree-branch that could serve well as a club, and carried it with him. He entered the woods, which seemed filled with sly, secret sounds. Some of the sounds could have been footsteps, and his grip on the makeshift club tightened. He reached the stream. Glancing about him, straining his senses, he filled the skin. Straightening again, he turned to go. Just then a weight smote him from above, knocking him to the ground, and a tightening band was around his throat, cutting off his air. The fiend had hidden in a tree! Though he struggled, his attacker was relentless, and darkness came over him. ************************************************ ********************************************** The body was found the next morning, next to the stream, and taken to the beach. As the ragged crew contemplated this fresh horror, Nilpaurion Felagund gave a cry, pointing out to sea. As the others looked, they saw a white shape floating upon the waves about a furlong away. It looked like one of the spare sails the ship had carried. It would be a crucial component of any craft they could fashion themselves, but it did not seem to be approaching the coast; rather, the reverse. Before anyone could stop him, Nilp jumped into the water and began swimming toward the sail. The rest shouted at him to return, that the currents were too dangerous, but he did not heed them. He was a strong swimmer, and quickly neared the sail. Before he could gain a grip on it though, he was pulled away from it, out to sea. He was caught in a rip current! Legate quickly jumped in the ocean and swam toward him, with the despairing wails of the others in his ears. Nilp had disappeared. Legate reached the place where he was last seen, then he too was caught in the current. Those on the beach held onto one another, to prevent any more rescue attempts. Soon Legate too was gone, and the sail swept by out of reach, as if to mock them. The Living: Bom Tombadillo G55 Sally Eomer Greenie Lommy The Dead: Inziladun: (Mod) (killed by the baddies Night 1) Loslote: Evil Spirit (lynched Day 1) Shasta: Ordo (murdered by the evil ones Night 2) Kitanna: Ordo (lynched Day 2) Nerwen: Ranger (knocked over a cliff by baddies Night 3) Mithalwen: Evil Spirit (lynched Day 3) Nogrod: Ordo (caught off guard and killed Night 4) Nilp: Ordo (tragically lost trying to help his companions Day 4) Legate: Ordo (drowned trying to save Nilp Day 4) IT IS DAY 4** __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.