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Mellifluous Maia
Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: A glade open to the stars, deep in Nan Elmoth
Posts: 3,489
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Night fell on the Elven scouts and - leaving two to guard the camp - they fell asleep.
On the six crept stealthily, evading the spiritual senses of Elf and beast. Each of the six chose a sleeping victim and sneaked towards them imperceptibly. Simultaneously they entered their prey, and what happened to these poor souls in that moment, who can tell? The spirits put Morgoth's dark arts to use and changed them from the inside, turning goodness to evil, purity to corruption, and sanity to madness. The three more powerful ones then proceeded to change the bodies of their victims, so that they would still resemble their former selves in daylight, but during the night they would turn into abominations - vile beasts that would gruesomely slaughter anyone brave or foolish enough to oppose them: werewolves! The spirits worked quietly enough to not wake anyone, but the guards became wary and the horses restless. The wolves knew what they had to do. *~* The next morning, the Elven riders saw what the night had wrought: A sight of unimaginable bloodshed of bodies and limbs of twenty-two horses lay around them, and in their midst, the mangled, dead bodies of their two guards, Rikae and Macalaure. Day one has begun. Wolves stop PMing, hunter make your pick. You may now post. The living: Shasta Nogrod Aganzir Glirdan A Little Green elronds_daughter Mänwe Nerwen Loslote Wilwa Legate Lommy Nessa Blind Guardian satansaloser2005 the phantom Boromir88 Mithalwen Anguirel Fea The dead: Macalaure Rikae |
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