[malkatoj]

The rain thudded on the windshield as Malkatoj and Abercrombie headed back from a long, infernal day. The car was filled with idle chatter as the two discussed different methods of creating a Pinja (pirate ninja). The moon was fully visible through the clouds and rain, perfectly round—it looked exactly like cheese. The night soon grew dark as clouds obstructed the path of the moon’s light, making everything outside the car impossible to see. As Malkatoj searched for the “Heavy Loam” setting on her windshield wipers, Abercrombie screamed. She pointed outside the car, stuttering madly. “It was—I saw—It was a werewolf!” she finally managed to gasp. Malkatoj glanced over her shoulder, searching for the so-called wolf. “I see nothing,” she replied calmly, sure that her friend had gone mad. “That’s funny, I could have sworn I saw something,” Abercrombie replied, much calmed down from before. After twelve minutes of silence, another creature darted in front of the car, confirming Abercrombie’s relative sanity. “See? Wolf!” she exclaimed, determined to prove herself. “Oh no, that’s not a wolf. Much too big to be a wolf. That there—that’s a rabbit, that is,” argued Malkatoj. “But—No! It has big, pointy teeth! It couldn’t be a rabbit!” Abercrombie, distracted, swerved off the road and into a small ditch. “Great,” muttered Malkatoj. They were now completely lost. A long silence followed the accident, as the two stood outside the car waiting for someone to rescue them. Finally, “It wasn’t really a rabbit,” Malkatoj stated, fear evident in her voice. “Malkatoj, what do you mean?” questioned Abercrombie as her face paled in fear. “That—that’s a Balrog, that is. I know a Balrog when I see one.” At this point, Abercrombie could not help but laugh. “Silly Malkatoj, everyone knows that Balrogs have wings!” “Have you ever seen one?” questioned Malkatoj, all too sure of herself. “They don’t have wings. But they don’t not have wings. They have…one wing.” Abercrombie stared in horror. “But that sounds like—” “Exactly.” Malkatoj looked around and then muttered quietly so the creatures would not hear what she was about to say: “One wing—to wule them all!” Abercrombie again laughed. “Now you’re being ridiculous, Malkatoj,” she said as she pulled out her sword. She attacked Malkatoj, who was too fast with her parry. Soon, Abercrombie had no arms, but her determination remained. “Your arms are off!” yelled her opponent, who remained completely confused as to how Abercrombie had not died from blood loss. “It’s just a flesh wound,” she said, charging toward Malkatoj. “Have at you!” Malkatoj, however, dropped her sword in horror, staring open-mouthed behind the bleeding Abercrombie, who turned around just in time to see a giant creature devour the both of them. Before each died, she tried to explain what it was in case any villagers were nearby, but Márcolië, who was waiting to aid them in their passage, could only hear “It’s the creature from Aughhhhhhhh” before DEATH saw them collapse.

ALIVE:
Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.'
Rune Son of Bjarne, Traveling Cheese Juggler
Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly
Glirdan, m. Baker.
WaynetheGoblin. Scientist.
Gurthang. Peddler.
Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield.
Sotty. School teacher
Tar-ancalime. Crone.
Márcolië Lamen, unknown. DEATH.
Eonwe. Friendly undertaker.
Holbytlass, f. tanner.
Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects.
THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher.
Kitanna. Historian.

DEAD:
Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1


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