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Galadriel55 · 12-01-2012, 09:31 PM

As the villagers closed their eyes, praying that the next day will prove to be more successful, the King’s Men met near the edge of the settlement. For some time they only whispered. One nodded. They walked slowly through the streets, making no noise as they went. Then they came to the house of their choice. It looked empty from the outside, but they knew that there was a man inside. A good man. A trusted man. A dangerous man.

The door creaked slightly when they entered in. They tiptoed into the bedroom. Just like they thought, the man was inside. He sat gazing out a window. Somehow, the King’s Men knew that he held more power than it seemed.

“Good morning, sirs! Has the beautiful Anar disappeared from the sky, or did the time shift so that the morrow is now at midnight?” the man gave a nervous chuckle.

“We are not amused by your petty jests,” one of the King’s Men replied coldly. “We do not come here to exchange greetings.”

“Wherefore do you come, then?” the man knew the answer and dreaded it, and he braced himself for a rough fight.

“We are come for your life.” There it was. Suddenly, it did not seem as fearful to the poor man as he thought it would. After all, what is his life, the life of but one simple man, no matter how good, in the webs of history of Ea? His life would not merit one stitch in Varie’s tapestries, or so he thought. And he would continue on, beyond the circles of the world, even if his life is taken.

“Nay, ‘tis not my life that you need,” he said, and his quiet voice rang in the room. “’Tis my death that you came for.”

“Life or death, we will have it!” one of the King’s Men said triumphantly. Before the victim could do so much as make a sound, they were on him. One hastily produced a piece of rope, which he wrapped around the man’s head and pulled until the life went out of him. A pale mist rose above him and floated out the window that faced the West.

ALIVE:
Morsul
Nerwen
Inzil
Lottie
Manwe
The Phantom
sally
Steve
Brin

DEAD:
G55, the hesitant King’s Man (modess) – stabbed on Night1
Eomer (ordo) – stoned on Day1
Boro (gifted) – drowned on Night2
Pom (ordo) – decapitated on Day2
Shasta (gifted) – throttled on Night3

12-01-2012, 09:31 PM	#317
Galadriel55 Blossom of Dwimordene Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: The realm of forgotten words Posts: 10,310	Day 3 Starts As the villagers closed their eyes, praying that the next day will prove to be more successful, the King’s Men met near the edge of the settlement. For some time they only whispered. One nodded. They walked slowly through the streets, making no noise as they went. Then they came to the house of their choice. It looked empty from the outside, but they knew that there was a man inside. A good man. A trusted man. A dangerous man. The door creaked slightly when they entered in. They tiptoed into the bedroom. Just like they thought, the man was inside. He sat gazing out a window. Somehow, the King’s Men knew that he held more power than it seemed. “Good morning, sirs! Has the beautiful Anar disappeared from the sky, or did the time shift so that the morrow is now at midnight?” the man gave a nervous chuckle. “We are not amused by your petty jests,” one of the King’s Men replied coldly. “We do not come here to exchange greetings.” “Wherefore do you come, then?” the man knew the answer and dreaded it, and he braced himself for a rough fight. “We are come for your life.” There it was. Suddenly, it did not seem as fearful to the poor man as he thought it would. After all, what is his life, the life of but one simple man, no matter how good, in the webs of history of Ea? His life would not merit one stitch in Varie’s tapestries, or so he thought. And he would continue on, beyond the circles of the world, even if his life is taken. “Nay, ‘tis not my life that you need,” he said, and his quiet voice rang in the room. “’Tis my death that you came for.” “Life or death, we will have it!” one of the King’s Men said triumphantly. Before the victim could do so much as make a sound, they were on him. One hastily produced a piece of rope, which he wrapped around the man’s head and pulled until the life went out of him. A pale mist rose above him and floated out the window that faced the West. ALIVE: Morsul Nerwen Inzil Lottie Manwe The Phantom sally Steve Brin DEAD: G55, the hesitant King’s Man (modess) – stabbed on Night1 Eomer (ordo) – stoned on Day1 Boro (gifted) – drowned on Night2 Pom (ordo) – decapitated on Day2 Shasta (gifted) – throttled on Night3 __________________ You passed from under darkened dome, you enter now the secret land. - Take me to Finrod's fabled home!... ~ Finrod: The Rock Opera Last edited by Galadriel55; 12-01-2012 at 09:34 PM.