WWLVIII: Escape From Angband (or Behavioral Modification) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

satansaloser2005 · 03-17-2009, 02:20 AM

The beginning of the end....

The assorted players, some quiet and jittery, others loud and snappish, gathered together in the middle of a quiet village, seemingly a ghost town.

“So did we make it?” one asked. “Are we finally free?”

One of the veterans, who had long since given up hope of being rescued from their prison, replied shortly, “Don't be stupid. We would not be released without a reason.”

“Are you saying it's a trap?” a little one piped up, her voice barely audible over the more experienced player's cynical remarks. The others shook their heads and some embraced their loved ones, happy to have escaped the torturous dwelling even if this respite was temporary.

And then a duck quacked.

Those who had been leaning against decrepit buildings, dozing off in the dim light of the late evening sun, snapped awake and watched as the small creature made its -her, but who would be paying attention to details at a time like this?- way through the crowd of refugees.

“This isn't over,” one of them muttered, and several others nodded, making their way into a deserted inn for the night. They could all use a night's rest, especially after their recent escape, newfound freedom, and complete lack of a plan.

A few of them twitched, convinced they saw shadows move behind the pillars of the local church, but they attributed it to lack of food and sleep and headed toward shelter.

They paid no mind to the duck other than to shake their heads wearily at her, not noticing her nip at the ankles of some of their fellows as they passed. Those who were bitten were surprised later that night to find feathers fall to the ground as they absently scratched their heads and muttered incomprehensible phrases, giving their companions foul, hungry stares as they drifted to sleep.

Players
Feanor of the Peredhil
Brinniel
wilwarin538
Shastanis Althreduin
Mirandir
Durelin
Nogrod
Isabellkya
Nerwen
Rikae
Mith
Kath
Lari
Mac
Nienna
Gwathagor
Thinlómien
Legate of Amon Lanc
Nilpaurion Felagund

DO NOT POST YET. THE GAME BEGINS AT 10PM CT TODAY.

satansaloser2005 · 03-17-2009, 09:00 PM

"Hello, my name is Phantom McPhantomPants. You threatened my village. Prepare to die."

--or--

Top ten signs Phantom should use his brain before using his hands. That's what she said.

--or--

"I told you, never trust a monkey! (Erm, duck!)"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Phantom crept through the dusty room, stepping over the bodies of several sleeping Downers. One in particular caught his eye, a young girl who appeared to have feathers growing out of her head.

“I've heard of these types,” he muttered under his breath, “infiltrating the escapee groups only to lead the Dark Lord right to us. Well, we'll see how she handles the great Phantom.”

He snuck to the door, nudging her leg, and she stirred slightly, waking just enough to hear him call her name. She hesitantly made her way to the door, seeing him half hidden in the shadow of the door posts, a portion of his face illuminated by the sliver of moon that was out that night.

“What do you want?” she whispered impatiently, picking an odd feather out of her hair.

“I know what you are,” the Phantom replied, “and you have no place here. Leave now and there won't be any trouble.”

“You're just jealous of my sig, aren't you?”

“Of course not,” he shot back. “Okay, maybe a little, but that's not the point. You don't belong here, and no one wants you. Which is to say I don't want you, and I'm the important one, so get out.”

The young woman turned her head back to see her pet sleeping soundly where she had been laying. The little creature let out a contented quack and rolled over. The girl smiled then turned back toward Phantom, her face now bearing significant traces of confusion. “If I leave, they'll find me,” she told him.

“Oh, but I know that's what you want. You want to sneak out at night and....and....go for a swim,” he finished weakly, not really knowing what were-ducks did in their spare time anyway.

“I don't know what you're talking about, but there's no way I'm walking out of the only safe place for miles. And why are you staring at my hair?” she hissed. “What's wrong with you? I'm not leaving, so you may as well shut up and leave me alone.”

“Okay,” he said with a sigh, “you leave me no choice.”

Before she could react the Phantom had whipped out a six-fingered sword. She began to wonder why he had a six-fingered sword in the first place when the man in front of her jabbed the blade into her chest. Her mouth dropped open in shock and horror, but as she slid to the floor the Phantom's smug grin faded and he knelt beside her.

“You....you aren't one of them, are you?”

“No, you idiot,” she replied on a gasp, but before he could respond (or apologize, though he hadn't planned on it anyway) she breathed no more. Sally was dead.

“Well, crap,” Phantom muttered. “There goes my perfect record.”

“Hardly,” a voice from behind him whispered. Phantom stood and turned, his eyes meeting with dripping fangs and a face and hands bearded with feathers.

“Well, crap again,” Phantom said, and the were-ducks pounced upon him.

“Quite fresh, this one,” one of the villains remarked, taking a chunk out of Phantom's leg.

“That's....what....she....said....”

The second baddie slit Phantom's throat, putting him out of his misery.

“Bloody fool.”

“Quite.”

“Breakfast?”

“Sounds lovely. I'll have the ham and some Sally over easy.”

“I don't know. Phantom's bad for your cholesterol.”

The duck had woken by now, and made her way over to her mistress's body, tracking her blood all over the floor. She nibbled Sally's toes, then crossed around to Sally's face and quacked dolefully in her ear. When Sally didn't react Mnemo looked up at the were-ducks.

“Dibs on her heart,” she quacked with a malicious grin, and her minions dragged the bodies outside and feasted until dawn.

The Living
Feanor of the Peredhil
Brinniel
wilwarin538
Shastanis Althreduin
Mirandir
Durelin
Nogrod
Isabellkya
Nerwen
Rikae
Mith
Kath
Lari
Mac
Nienna
Gwathagor
Thinlómien
Legate of Amon Lanc
Nilpaurion Felagund

The Dead
Sally (moddess, stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0)
Phantom (narcissist, made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0)

satansaloser2005 · 03-17-2009, 09:02 PM

You may all post to your heart's content!

(It's been brought to my attention that at least one PM did not go through as intended. If you have not received a PM please PM me to let me know BEFORE you post and I'll get you sorted straightaway. Thanks!)

Have at it, minions!

Lariren Shadow · 03-17-2009, 09:04 PM

Hello fellow escapees!

Poor Phantom McPhantompants and Sally. Tis a sad sad thing.

But all the Princess Bride references made me happy.

Lariren Shadow · 03-17-2009, 09:06 PM

Well this sucks...first to post is generally first to die...

Nienna · 03-17-2009, 09:08 PM

As you wish.

Lariren Shadow · 03-17-2009, 09:09 PM

Hamlet sig...BAD WOLF NIENNA!

Mirandir · 03-17-2009, 09:10 PM

Nienna, don't you know it's always the first three to post who are evil?

...

Crap.

Mirandir · 03-18-2009, 06:47 PM

SO. I was making a vote count, but then Durie beat me to it. Grr. Commence work on analysis...NOW.

03-17-2009, 02:20 AM	#1
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	WWLVIII: Escape From Angband (or Behavioral Modification) The beginning of the end.... The assorted players, some quiet and jittery, others loud and snappish, gathered together in the middle of a quiet village, seemingly a ghost town. “So did we make it?” one asked. “Are we finally free?” One of the veterans, who had long since given up hope of being rescued from their prison, replied shortly, “Don't be stupid. We would not be released without a reason.” “Are you saying it's a trap?” a little one piped up, her voice barely audible over the more experienced player's cynical remarks. The others shook their heads and some embraced their loved ones, happy to have escaped the torturous dwelling even if this respite was temporary. And then a duck quacked. Those who had been leaning against decrepit buildings, dozing off in the dim light of the late evening sun, snapped awake and watched as the small creature made its -her, but who would be paying attention to details at a time like this?- way through the crowd of refugees. “This isn't over,” one of them muttered, and several others nodded, making their way into a deserted inn for the night. They could all use a night's rest, especially after their recent escape, newfound freedom, and complete lack of a plan. A few of them twitched, convinced they saw shadows move behind the pillars of the local church, but they attributed it to lack of food and sleep and headed toward shelter. They paid no mind to the duck other than to shake their heads wearily at her, not noticing her nip at the ankles of some of their fellows as they passed. Those who were bitten were surprised later that night to find feathers fall to the ground as they absently scratched their heads and muttered incomprehensible phrases, giving their companions foul, hungry stares as they drifted to sleep. Players Feanor of the Peredhil Brinniel wilwarin538 Shastanis Althreduin Mirandir Durelin Nogrod Isabellkya Nerwen Rikae Mith Kath Lari Mac Nienna Gwathagor Thinlómien Legate of Amon Lanc Nilpaurion Felagund DO NOT POST YET. THE GAME BEGINS AT 10PM CT TODAY. __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm. Last edited by satansaloser2005; 03-17-2009 at 07:17 PM.

03-17-2009, 09:00 PM	#2
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Night Zero "Hello, my name is Phantom McPhantomPants. You threatened my village. Prepare to die." --or-- Top ten signs Phantom should use his brain before using his hands. That's what she said. --or-- "I told you, never trust a monkey! (Erm, duck!)" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Phantom crept through the dusty room, stepping over the bodies of several sleeping Downers. One in particular caught his eye, a young girl who appeared to have feathers growing out of her head. “I've heard of these types,” he muttered under his breath, “infiltrating the escapee groups only to lead the Dark Lord right to us. Well, we'll see how she handles the great Phantom.” He snuck to the door, nudging her leg, and she stirred slightly, waking just enough to hear him call her name. She hesitantly made her way to the door, seeing him half hidden in the shadow of the door posts, a portion of his face illuminated by the sliver of moon that was out that night. “What do you want?” she whispered impatiently, picking an odd feather out of her hair. “I know what you are,” the Phantom replied, “and you have no place here. Leave now and there won't be any trouble.” “You're just jealous of my sig, aren't you?” “Of course not,” he shot back. “Okay, maybe a little, but that's not the point. You don't belong here, and no one wants you. Which is to say I don't want you, and I'm the important one, so get out.” The young woman turned her head back to see her pet sleeping soundly where she had been laying. The little creature let out a contented quack and rolled over. The girl smiled then turned back toward Phantom, her face now bearing significant traces of confusion. “If I leave, they'll find me,” she told him. “Oh, but I know that's what you want. You want to sneak out at night and....and....go for a swim,” he finished weakly, not really knowing what were-ducks did in their spare time anyway. “I don't know what you're talking about, but there's no way I'm walking out of the only safe place for miles. And why are you staring at my hair?” she hissed. “What's wrong with you? I'm not leaving, so you may as well shut up and leave me alone.” “Okay,” he said with a sigh, “you leave me no choice.” Before she could react the Phantom had whipped out a six-fingered sword. She began to wonder why he had a six-fingered sword in the first place when the man in front of her jabbed the blade into her chest. Her mouth dropped open in shock and horror, but as she slid to the floor the Phantom's smug grin faded and he knelt beside her. “You....you aren't one of them, are you?” “No, you idiot,” she replied on a gasp, but before he could respond (or apologize, though he hadn't planned on it anyway) she breathed no more. Sally was dead. “Well, crap,” Phantom muttered. “There goes my perfect record.” “Hardly,” a voice from behind him whispered. Phantom stood and turned, his eyes meeting with dripping fangs and a face and hands bearded with feathers. “Well, crap again,” Phantom said, and the were-ducks pounced upon him. “Quite fresh, this one,” one of the villains remarked, taking a chunk out of Phantom's leg. “That's....what....she....said....” The second baddie slit Phantom's throat, putting him out of his misery. “Bloody fool.” “Quite.” “Breakfast?” “Sounds lovely. I'll have the ham and some Sally over easy.” “I don't know. Phantom's bad for your cholesterol.” The duck had woken by now, and made her way over to her mistress's body, tracking her blood all over the floor. She nibbled Sally's toes, then crossed around to Sally's face and quacked dolefully in her ear. When Sally didn't react Mnemo looked up at the were-ducks. “Dibs on her heart,” she quacked with a malicious grin, and her minions dragged the bodies outside and feasted until dawn. The Living Feanor of the Peredhil Brinniel wilwarin538 Shastanis Althreduin Mirandir Durelin Nogrod Isabellkya Nerwen Rikae Mith Kath Lari Mac Nienna Gwathagor Thinlómien Legate of Amon Lanc Nilpaurion Felagund The Dead Sally (moddess, stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0) Phantom (narcissist, made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0) __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm. Last edited by satansaloser2005; 03-18-2009 at 12:30 AM.

03-17-2009, 09:02 PM	#3
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Day One has now begun You may all post to your heart's content! (It's been brought to my attention that at least one PM did not go through as intended. If you have not received a PM please PM me to let me know BEFORE you post and I'll get you sorted straightaway. Thanks!) Have at it, minions! __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

03-17-2009, 09:04 PM	#4
Lariren Shadow Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: Where the day meets the night Posts: 607	Hello fellow escapees! Poor Phantom McPhantompants and Sally. Tis a sad sad thing. But all the Princess Bride references made me happy. __________________ Choose treachery, its more fun!

03-17-2009, 09:06 PM	#5
Lariren Shadow Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: Where the day meets the night Posts: 607	Well this sucks...first to post is generally first to die... __________________ Choose treachery, its more fun!

03-17-2009, 09:08 PM	#6
Nienna Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: School Posts: 642	As you wish. __________________ Puddle! Puddle!

03-17-2009, 09:09 PM	#7
Lariren Shadow Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: Where the day meets the night Posts: 607	Hamlet sig...BAD WOLF NIENNA! __________________ Choose treachery, its more fun!

03-17-2009, 09:10 PM	#8
Mirandir Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: CT/NY Posts: 681	Nienna, don't you know it's always the first three to post who are evil? ... Crap. __________________ Rise and rise again until lambs become lions.

03-18-2009, 06:47 PM	#9
Mirandir Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: CT/NY Posts: 681	SO. I was making a vote count, but then Durie beat me to it. Grr. Commence work on analysis...NOW. __________________ Rise and rise again until lambs become lions.