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Valier · 10-08-2006, 10:20 PM

The evening was cool, Snowflakes fell gracefully to the earth, each one dancing to it's own melody. A lone elderly woman could be seen,scurrying to and fro huffing and puffing in the cool evening air, transferring large milk jugs upon her cart. Her name is Valier and she is the milkmaid of their village. She is the last of her family and the world is not long for her. She continues her families duties and passion even with her failing health. As she prepares the morning route, something caught her eye. A strange glowing light alit from a nearby wooded area. Perhaps a fire had broken out. Or perhaps the cause of the light was some Elves going about their business. She hoped to herself that it was the latter. Placing the milk jugs down in mid lift, she left to have a look. The moon rose higher and still she followed the eerie light. Then abruptly she found herself in a large clearing. There in the middle was the light, pulsing as if with life. The light began to fade with every step that Valier made toward the object as if a beacon to it's caller that had been answered. Her curiosity took hold and Valier crept closer. The light was almost out now as she drew upon it. She pulled her cloak about her to gather warmth as much as for security. There on the ground before her lay an oddly disgusting pile of goo, and within the goo sat three fat writhing slug looking creatures. Valier stood there with mouth ajar. She knew she should run, but she was strangely drawn to the grotesque sight. Her hair stood up on her arms, something had whispered her name not just to her but in her mind. It was an odd comfort and without realizing, she bent on a knee and picked-up the THING. It violently sprang from her hands and attached to her face....... ("in her mind")blackness,whats happening where am I, Valier said to herself as she lost control of herself and functions she felt her bowels empty as the blackness consumed her.......DARKNESS,DEATH!

She was awoken from the cold and abruptly sprang to her feet as if with a renewed energy and youth, she stretches and surveys the area while bending over to collect her two friends, gingerly wrapped in her cloak and headed back to "her" forgotten duties with an otherly grin.

List of Villagers

Gil-Galad- Friendly neighborhood window cleaner
JennyHallu- Prophetess
Volo- Village loony/Poet
Kitanna- Hermit
Naria- Herbalist
Glirdan- Town musician
Briseis- Seamstress
Rikae- Cheesemaker
Macalaure- Village Doomsayer
Folwren- Jack the Blacksmith
Rune son of Bjarne- Weaver (not the actual one)
Thinlomien- Blind gardener maid
Nogrod- GoatHerder
Meneltarmacil- Former pirate
Eonwe- Miller

Night 1 has now begun.

Weaver send me your "Dream" Things continue conversing. Day starts at 10:00 pm CST (GMT-6) Monday.

10-08-2006, 10:20 PM	#6
Valier Twisted Taleswapper Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity Posts: 1,706	The evening was cool, Snowflakes fell gracefully to the earth, each one dancing to it's own melody. A lone elderly woman could be seen,scurrying to and fro huffing and puffing in the cool evening air, transferring large milk jugs upon her cart. Her name is Valier and she is the milkmaid of their village. She is the last of her family and the world is not long for her. She continues her families duties and passion even with her failing health. As she prepares the morning route, something caught her eye. A strange glowing light alit from a nearby wooded area. Perhaps a fire had broken out. Or perhaps the cause of the light was some Elves going about their business. She hoped to herself that it was the latter. Placing the milk jugs down in mid lift, she left to have a look. The moon rose higher and still she followed the eerie light. Then abruptly she found herself in a large clearing. There in the middle was the light, pulsing as if with life. The light began to fade with every step that Valier made toward the object as if a beacon to it's caller that had been answered. Her curiosity took hold and Valier crept closer. The light was almost out now as she drew upon it. She pulled her cloak about her to gather warmth as much as for security. There on the ground before her lay an oddly disgusting pile of goo, and within the goo sat three fat writhing slug looking creatures. Valier stood there with mouth ajar. She knew she should run, but she was strangely drawn to the grotesque sight. Her hair stood up on her arms, something had whispered her name not just to her but in her mind. It was an odd comfort and without realizing, she bent on a knee and picked-up the THING. It violently sprang from her hands and attached to her face....... ("in her mind")blackness,whats happening where am I, Valier said to herself as she lost control of herself and functions she felt her bowels empty as the blackness consumed her.......DARKNESS,DEATH! She was awoken from the cold and abruptly sprang to her feet as if with a renewed energy and youth, she stretches and surveys the area while bending over to collect her two friends, gingerly wrapped in her cloak and headed back to "her" forgotten duties with an otherly grin. List of Villagers Gil-Galad- Friendly neighborhood window cleaner JennyHallu- Prophetess Volo- Village loony/Poet Kitanna- Hermit Naria- Herbalist Glirdan- Town musician Briseis- Seamstress Rikae- Cheesemaker Macalaure- Village Doomsayer Folwren- Jack the Blacksmith Rune son of Bjarne- Weaver (not the actual one) Thinlomien- Blind gardener maid Nogrod- GoatHerder Meneltarmacil- Former pirate Eonwe- Miller Night 1 has now begun. Weaver send me your "Dream" Things continue conversing. Day starts at 10:00 pm CST (GMT-6) Monday. __________________ grand return?........