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Folwren · 11-17-2006, 04:41 PM

The group of campers slowly assembled. The sun was low on the horizon. Volo, looking towards the west, could see the red sun and the spreading red light through the trees and branches of the wood. The trees were dark against the red light.

“My blood will be as innocent as that light,” he said, nodding towards the sunset. “You take a step towards your own deaths if you kill me. In a moment, night’s darkness will over come you all and nothing will protect you from the remaining wolf. Won’t you reconsider?”

Lommy shivered at his words of night’s darkness. Her eyes strayed towards the red sun. “No!” she cried suddenly. “We can’t reconsider! I’m tired of this! Tired of all these deaths! Tired of being falsely accused! Tired! Tired! Tired!” Lommy apparently was tired –and stressed - for she burst into tears, like women sometimes do. Valier came towards her and gently took her in her arms and hugged her. Over her head, she nodded to Nogrod, Farael, and the Captain. The three men went forward.

“In the army, we always hung the criminals,” Nogrod said quietly as he came towards Volo. “It will work.”

Half an hour later, they cut down the unchanged body of Volo. Silently, in the falling dusk, the three men dug a grave for their companion. Lommy and Valier sat together beside a fire when they returned to camp. No one said anything. They ate a cheerless dinner.

The last bit of red sunlight disappeared, leaving the sky dark. Cruel firelight flickered on the faces of the companions. They looked at each other mutely a moment before, silently, one by one, they all crept back to their own tents.

Dead

JennyHallu - Club President - Bound and collated on Night 1
Folwren - Vice-President - Used for ink on Night 1
Anguirel - Innocent - Misspelled on Day 1
Rikae - Innocent - Buried alive on Night 2
Gurthang - Innocent - Fell from grace on Day 2
Rune - Cobbler - Given a permanent assignment on Night 3
Naria - Werewolf - Tuned permanently on Day 3
Diamond - Innocent - Serenaded on Night 4
Boromir88 - Werewolf - Suffocated on Day 4
Durelin - Seer - ?? on Night 5
Volo - Innocent - Hung on Day 5

Alive

CaptainofDespair - Pompous Nobleman - Melneras, the Gnomish Archwizard
Farael - Heavy-metal singer - sneak
Nogrod - Retired General - Ciryatan of the Dúnedain, a one-legged Athelas vendor
Thinlomien - aging homeless sot - Lothwen the Pretty, elven flowermaid
Valier - Radical Hair Butcher - Elven Anoonnoon of Omicron Persieye 8

11-17-2006, 04:41 PM	#13
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	The group of campers slowly assembled. The sun was low on the horizon. Volo, looking towards the west, could see the red sun and the spreading red light through the trees and branches of the wood. The trees were dark against the red light. “My blood will be as innocent as that light,” he said, nodding towards the sunset. “You take a step towards your own deaths if you kill me. In a moment, night’s darkness will over come you all and nothing will protect you from the remaining wolf. Won’t you reconsider?” Lommy shivered at his words of night’s darkness. Her eyes strayed towards the red sun. “No!” she cried suddenly. “We can’t reconsider! I’m tired of this! Tired of all these deaths! Tired of being falsely accused! Tired! Tired! Tired!” Lommy apparently was tired –and stressed - for she burst into tears, like women sometimes do. Valier came towards her and gently took her in her arms and hugged her. Over her head, she nodded to Nogrod, Farael, and the Captain. The three men went forward. “In the army, we always hung the criminals,” Nogrod said quietly as he came towards Volo. “It will work.” Half an hour later, they cut down the unchanged body of Volo. Silently, in the falling dusk, the three men dug a grave for their companion. Lommy and Valier sat together beside a fire when they returned to camp. No one said anything. They ate a cheerless dinner. The last bit of red sunlight disappeared, leaving the sky dark. Cruel firelight flickered on the faces of the companions. They looked at each other mutely a moment before, silently, one by one, they all crept back to their own tents. Dead JennyHallu - Club President - Bound and collated on Night 1 Folwren - Vice-President - Used for ink on Night 1 Anguirel - Innocent - Misspelled on Day 1 Rikae - Innocent - Buried alive on Night 2 Gurthang - Innocent - Fell from grace on Day 2 Rune - Cobbler - Given a permanent assignment on Night 3 Naria - Werewolf - Tuned permanently on Day 3 Diamond - Innocent - Serenaded on Night 4 Boromir88 - Werewolf - Suffocated on Day 4 Durelin - Seer - ?? on Night 5 Volo - Innocent - Hung on Day 5 Alive CaptainofDespair - Pompous Nobleman - Melneras, the Gnomish Archwizard Farael - Heavy-metal singer - sneak Nogrod - Retired General - Ciryatan of the Dúnedain, a one-legged Athelas vendor Thinlomien - aging homeless sot - Lothwen the Pretty, elven flowermaid Valier - Radical Hair Butcher - Elven Anoonnoon of Omicron Persieye 8 Last edited by Folwren; 11-17-2006 at 08:40 PM.

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