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Oddwen · 08-15-2005, 06:01 AM

The Villagers awoke suddenly the next morning. What was that sound that just occured? A pop, a crackle, a snap? Then came another noise - an earth-shattering ear-splitting heart-rending mind-bending toe-tapping eye-batting atogether bad-sounding crash.

Hastily, they threw on what clothes they could reach, and assembled in the Village Square, which was actually hexagon in shape, but that doesn't come into this tale.

What was that smell that did have a part in the tale, which was told met their nostrils? That of ale and beer and wine? Had Saucie belched? Nay, he vehemently denied that. Then, a horror caught their eye. The bar...the Ugly Duckling...was it gone?!?

They started towards it, but many cast themselves the ground and wept, unable to go on. Few ended up at the wreck, and those that did were sore tempted to weep also. There were bear tracks everywhere. Bear hair was caught on splinters of wood, a tree nearby was scored fourteen feet high with claw marks, and the mangled body of poor Alcarillo was coated with beer and bear saliva.

Such a wailing had never visited Hamlet, and it seemed as if it would never end. They treated the body of Alcarillo with the respect you'd expect for a bartender, and debated what to do with the ex-bar.

They were arguing wether it was best to set the ruins on fire, when suddenly they noticed that the voice of their alchemist hadn't spoken up on the chemical danger yet. Horrified, they counted what Villagers were left. Yes...they were only seventeen.

There was a mad rush to his house, which fortunately was still standing. A hope unlooked for sprung into their hearts.
"Maybe he slept through that!" they said to themselves. After all, Mormegil was slightly deaf from many so-called "Controlled Volatile Experiments". "Yeah, after all, The Mormegil cannot be slain, save by mischance, or an evil arrow from afar."

Knowing this, they passed on knocking and went straight inside. There he was, lying in his bed, covers pulled all the way up so his feet stuck out.

Funny, they thought, we don't remember him having red sheets....red? Uh-oh.

Fearing the worst, they pulled the covers back. Seeing the worst, they jumped back.

Morm's head was almost completely blown away. They noticed then a strange burnt smell in the air, which they had at first taken as some experiment gone awry. The walls and ceiling were spattered with blood, which spoke of a explosion.

Apparently, the Wolves had stuck firecrackers in Morm's (always the heavy sleeper) ears, and set them alight.

Pinned to the bedstead, they found a note reading thusly:

Morm go BOOM!

"They didn't bother to rhyme," they said in relief. Then they turned the paper over.

So will this ROOM!

Screaming, they exited the building (fortunately avoiding a jam in the doorjamb) and hurled themselves to the ground as the building exploded in colored flames behind them.
So began another DAY.

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Living:

Arcticstorm
Boromir88
CaptainofDespair
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant
Durelin
Encaitare
Firefoot
Gil-Galad
Gurthang
Laitaine
Lalaith
littlemanpoet
Meneltarmacil
Nonnacedak
SamwiseGamgee
The Saucepan Man
Wilwa

Dead:

Oddwen (Mod) - Skeletonized by Wolves on NIGHT 1
Chicken (Poultry) - Crushed by a bear on NIGHT 1
Mithalwen (Werewolf) - Cheesily lynched on DAY 1
Alcarillo (Villager) - Smashed to bits on NIGHT 2
Mormegil (Villager) - Blown away on NIGHT 2

DAY 2 will end in 24 hours. Wolves, stop PMing, Sherriffs may start.
Please embolden your votes.

08-15-2005, 06:01 AM	#11
Oddwen Drummer in the Deep Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Next Sunday A.D. Posts: 2,145	Hard to bear... The Villagers awoke suddenly the next morning. What was that sound that just occured? A pop, a crackle, a snap? Then came another noise - an earth-shattering ear-splitting heart-rending mind-bending toe-tapping eye-batting atogether bad-sounding crash. Hastily, they threw on what clothes they could reach, and assembled in the Village Square, which was actually hexagon in shape, but that doesn't come into this tale. What was that smell that did have a part in the tale, which was told met their nostrils? That of ale and beer and wine? Had Saucie belched? Nay, he vehemently denied that. Then, a horror caught their eye. The bar...the Ugly Duckling...was it gone?!? They started towards it, but many cast themselves the ground and wept, unable to go on. Few ended up at the wreck, and those that did were sore tempted to weep also. There were bear tracks everywhere. Bear hair was caught on splinters of wood, a tree nearby was scored fourteen feet high with claw marks, and the mangled body of poor Alcarillo was coated with beer and bear saliva. Such a wailing had never visited Hamlet, and it seemed as if it would never end. They treated the body of Alcarillo with the respect you'd expect for a bartender, and debated what to do with the ex-bar. They were arguing wether it was best to set the ruins on fire, when suddenly they noticed that the voice of their alchemist hadn't spoken up on the chemical danger yet. Horrified, they counted what Villagers were left. Yes...they were only seventeen. There was a mad rush to his house, which fortunately was still standing. A hope unlooked for sprung into their hearts. "Maybe he slept through that!" they said to themselves. After all, Mormegil was slightly deaf from many so-called "Controlled Volatile Experiments". "Yeah, after all, The Mormegil cannot be slain, save by mischance, or an evil arrow from afar." Knowing this, they passed on knocking and went straight inside. There he was, lying in his bed, covers pulled all the way up so his feet stuck out. Funny, they thought, we don't remember him having red sheets....red? Uh-oh. Fearing the worst, they pulled the covers back. Seeing the worst, they jumped back. Morm's head was almost completely blown away. They noticed then a strange burnt smell in the air, which they had at first taken as some experiment gone awry. The walls and ceiling were spattered with blood, which spoke of a explosion. Apparently, the Wolves had stuck firecrackers in Morm's (always the heavy sleeper) ears, and set them alight. Pinned to the bedstead, they found a note reading thusly: Morm go BOOM! "They didn't bother to rhyme," they said in relief. Then they turned the paper over. So will this ROOM! Screaming, they exited the building (fortunately avoiding a jam in the doorjamb) and hurled themselves to the ground as the building exploded in colored flames behind them. So began another DAY. ------------------------- Living: Arcticstorm Boromir88 CaptainofDespair Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant Durelin Encaitare Firefoot Gil-Galad Gurthang Laitaine Lalaith littlemanpoet Meneltarmacil Nonnacedak SamwiseGamgee The Saucepan Man Wilwa Dead: Oddwen (Mod) - Skeletonized by Wolves on NIGHT 1 Chicken (Poultry) - Crushed by a bear on NIGHT 1 Mithalwen (Werewolf) - Cheesily lynched on DAY 1 Alcarillo (Villager) - Smashed to bits on NIGHT 2 Mormegil (Villager) - Blown away on NIGHT 2 DAY 2 will end in 24 hours. Wolves, stop PMing, Sherriffs may start. Please embolden your votes. __________________ But all the while I sit and think of times there were before I listen for returning feet and voices at the door