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

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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.