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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: The bottom of the ocean, discussing philosophy with a giant squid
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It was a beautiful spring morning in the village of Spruceburg. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and the sun shone brightly through the pine trees.
The villagers were going about their normal routine that day. Sally was trying to help Lommy with the latter's mental issues, but judging by the manaical cackling, things weren't going too well. The Elf-warrior attempted to share his poetry with the village, but all he got were pinecones and shoes thrown at him by Lhunardawen and Aganzir respectively. Mithalwen was delivering some freshly-cut logs to Oddwen to be made into furniture, but cringed to see what naughty things the furniture was up to. Gwathagor tried to sue Nogrod for "causing riotous disturbances" due to his rather strong ale; however, the latter was too drunk to notice. Kath was bringing her turtles to market, having started off last night due to the slowness of the task. A surprised Legate of Amon Lanc charged into town from the woods, pursued by Volo, who had mistaken him for Bigfoot. At that point, there was a scream from Meneltarmacil's farm. Everyone rushed to the scene, where they found a distressed Nerwen. "I... I just came out to check on the cows, Menel said there was a problem with the milk... but..." She pointed in the direction of Menel's house, which had a large hole in the roof. The villagers went inside, where a gruesome sight greeted their eyes. Meneltarmacil lay on the floor beneath the hole, and a cow lay on top of his crushed form. Volo was the first to notice the signs of the culprits. "See these tracks around the body?" he said. "Werewolves, I'm pretty sure of it. We've got some serious trouble on our hands." Alive: Aganzir Gwathagor Kath Legate of Amon Lanc Lhunardawen Mithalwen Nerwen Nogrod Oddwen satansaloser2005 The Elf-warrior Thinlomien Volo Dead: Meneltarmacil (Moderator): Crushed under falling cow by Wolves on Night 1. Day 1 has started. Wolves, stop PMing. Villagers, you may begin posting.
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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
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No one else around or just not wanting to make themselves conspicuous by posting first?
Nothing to say when someone is crushed by a falling cow? Are you sure it was werewolves sounds more like French Guards to me - mistaking him for a silly English Knnnnnigget; probably told him that his mother was a hamster and his father smelt of elderberries first then launched the cow from the castle... *looks around* .... ok no castle.... well maybe if they got a lot of swallows - a really huge number of swallows - African of course not European supported the cow on strands of creeper held under the dorsal guiding feathers.... It's a simple question of weight ratios! Weight ratios and air speed velocity! Weight rations, air speed velocity. migratory patterns and anachronism.... I'll come in again. OK werewolves might be more likely.... Shall we lynch Aganzir for being the cobbler? Or can I just have pointless revenge on Nerwen and Nogrod for something that happened in a previous life?
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Silver in My Silent Heart
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"I've seen bigger cows! For example the Golden Brown Cow of the Albatro City. Now that was a beast! But don't go near this one either, it's still aliv- Hey, Bungo! Don't eat that!"
But for no avail. Volo's gorilla ran up to the cow and a fight began between them. Volo who was between the two got all the blood and guts onto himself. Then, surprise surprise, the gorilla strangled the cow and started munching at its hooves. "Thanks a lot, Bungo..." Last edited by Volo; 05-02-2008 at 02:05 PM. |
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a far land beyond the Sea
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*Thinlómien casts a critical look at Mithalwen and Volo, but cannot help looking amused.*
Okay, well, the start of Day1, how I've missed thee... ![]() ![]() Well, I can say I'm quite looking forward to this - we have a bunch of great people here, including The Elf-Warrior with whom I've never played (if memory serves) and Oddwen and Lhuna with whom I've last played a long time ago, and Kath my ex-semi-nemesis who has been having a pause for a while too. And I could second Mith's motion for lynching Agan - for she's one to confuse me, for sure. ![]() Well, that really wasn't much. I should improve my small talk skills. Oh, and if anyone wants some tea, just ask me...
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Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris
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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
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I'll have tea if you promise you'll take the dormouse out of the pot....
Indian , no milk no sugar please. Ok so we have tea and the making of a substantial barbecue but to get oc for a moment we have to take this a bit seriously. Thirteen of us means that the classic 3 wolves is likely, we don't know if we have any gifted and not knowing can be worse than knowing we definitely haven't got any. At least we won't get any "I'm the seer and so's my wife" kind of claims. Not much scope for going wrong... so talk.... please? Pretty please?
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Tea? Why bother with tea when we have ale... well sort of... we should have beer... anyone?... I mean I have the barrels... prime quality... anyone wishing to fill them? *Hickup*
Flying French cows, Godzillas, weight-ratios of swallows, confusing characters, lawyers suing... A moment ago I thought I was sober from yesterday but now I'm not so sure anymore... But our lumberjack makes a pint indeed, ... sorry... a point indeed. We don't know of the gifteds. But with the outcome of her reasoning I would differ a bit. *Hick* I mean if we don't know our ranks then anyone can pose as anyone so "I'm the seer and so's my wife" looks more like forthcoming than not. Now the question remains to be asked whether she tried to sidetrack us from the very beginning in purpose or whether she just didn't think that one to thew end... Also let's not let this piece of doubt cloud our vision either. It would be the most disasterous if we ignored the calls of our gifteds because of it. EDIT: X'd with Legate
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Shade with a Blade
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I hate first days. First days are rubbish.
I'll come back later and post, after people have chatted a while. I never was one for the small talk; it always sounds unnatural coming from me. Then people get suspicious, and next thing you know I've got a rope around my neck. Later.
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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a far land beyond the Sea
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Darjeeling tea for Agan darling? How perfect. Dormouse? I assure you Mith there's no such in my pot... But yes, here's an Indian with no sugar. I always liked eating.. err... drinking... native peoples ... err nothing, never mind.
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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"Now now, my friends, let's not make a mess of it," the frog hermit made himself a way through the onlookers and overlooked the crime scene, now somewhat changed. "It's no doubt these were were were, were, what did I say, wolves. I wonder how, I wonder why, yesterday you told me 'bout the blue... erm, sorry again. Oh yes. I was just thinking now, I know from my experience and also from gossip that werewolves usually cooperate in packs. In packs of three, usually. That's not much, as one medic friend of mine used to say, pack of three is not even enough to play poker with. But this time, we may have a pack of three or also pack of two, or even pack of three with one as bonus when you buy two packs. Or that's how they do that in the shops. All right, what was the point? That we don't know how many werewolves we have here, don't we? Actually, it doesn't matter - as soon as we keep catching them."
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I think it's not already the time to call my frogs in, we don't need reinforcements yet, do we? We can manage it on our own. I am going to let the frogs where they are. As today passes, I hope to collect some data... about all of you folks, of course..." EDIT: x-ed with Mith
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
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So, who wants to buy shoes? High heels! Leather boots! And in case you're interested, I also make other leather goods. Belts! Gloves! Whips! Come one, come all! Brand new shoes will make all your dreams come true!
If only poor Menel had worn shoes made by me, he would still be alive. I made him cowboy boots once but seemingly he never used them... No cow would have dared to crush him if he had been wearing those! Despite my underrated occupation, I suggest not to lynch me as you won't get pretty new shoes otherwise. Besides, I'm always sweet and innocent. I agree with Mith that it sounds more like French Guards were doing the killing, so maybe we should start by lynching everyone who can speak French. And how come those two who suggested lynching me know French? Therefore Lommy and Mith must be guilty. Oh, and some Darjeeling for me, please, Lommy dear. edit: xed with Gwathy
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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
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"Des fouettes eh? C'est interressant mais je dois dire que je ne suis pas louve-garoue. Et on peut parler Francais sans etre Francais ...."
I say that statistically it is almost certain that someone from the Finnish quarter of Pineburg is a wolf.... but I see I am cross posting... Je reviens...
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