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Old 04-22-2021, 05:00 PM   #104
Galadriel55
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Dawn of Day 2

Thus begins the second night of the end of the outlaws of Dorthorion. The werewolves had begun their quest of death and destruction on behalf of the Dark Lord Sauron. Their orders: to slaughter everyone in the camp. The outlaws went to sleep in their huts and tents, thinking that the walls weren’t sturdy enough. Wishing that they had added just a bit more reinforcements. Sleeping with a dagger under their pillow.

The three werewolves had gathered in a darkened corner of the camp and plotted quietly.

“We did well!” the smallest one said.

“So well! They killed one of their own!”

“The Master will be proud!” the largest and furriest wolf whispered proudly.

The werewolfs cackled wildly, but quietly.

“Now who shall we kill next?” the small one asked, clicking its sharp claws together expectantly.

They looked around at the randomly placed tents and huts. Some huts were in nicer repair than others, but most the tents didn’t stand up straight. One, Pitch’s most likely, was almost completely sideways, but somehow defying gravity and still standing.

“A seer would be nice.”

“But which one contains the sleeping seer?” the small one asked.

They sniffed the air, wagging their tails excitedly. “It smells like meat and it’s making me hungry!”

“Then let’s eat!” the big one said, lunging for the nearest tent.

The clawed and ripped at their prey so viciously the person was dead before the second blow. They dragged their prey over the wall, ripping limb from limb as they went. The rest of the outlaws barely had time to lift their heads from their pillows before the carnage was over. They picked up swords and went running towards the sounds of growls and grunts, but all that remained were blood splattered stones and tufts of hair.

++Formendacil’s sword hilt was gleaming in the faint lamp light, surrounded by wood, fabric, and blood.

The Living
Boro
Huinesoron
Kath
Legate
Lommy
Loslote
Morsul
Pitch
Sally
Soriman

The Dead
Gorlim (NPC/Ghost)
Galadriel55 (Night 1)
BlindGuardian (Night 1)
Greenie (Day 1 - Ordo)
Formendacil (Night 2 - Ordo)


It is now Day 2

As a reminder, Sally and Soriman are required to vote toDay. Sally, if you are having trouble catching up to the game for RL reasons, please let us know.

Awesome narration courtesy of BG.
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