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wilwarin538 · 05-21-2009, 07:02 AM

The sun rose on our little village to reveal a beautiful morning. Despite the fact that it was lovely out, the villagers that gathered in the town square felt a cold chill running down their spines. They were all grateful to be alive, but fearful of who would be missing. After a quick tally it became clear that Lommy was the one not among them.

The villagers gathered close together and walked solemnly to her little house, it was quite close to the town square so they didn’t have to go very far. It was small, but lovely, with a very large willow tree in the front lawn and many various flowers all about it. A curvy path led up to the small red door, well what used to be a small red door. Someone had smashed through the door and crumpled it to pieces.

The villagers stepped over the threshold one by one into the small entrance. To the left was a living room and to the right was a narrow staircase. Well, what used to be the narrow staircase. It had been trampled on quite fiercely and was all in pieces.

“Something quite large must have come through here.” Nerwen said, gaping at the gaps in the little house.

“Well, this happened at Night, so she must be in her bedroom.” Fea pointed out.

“Yes, well how do we get to it, her bedroom was up there.” Boro said, pointing to the top of the used-to-be-stairs.

“I have some rope back at my shop.” McCaber suggested helpfully, turning to leave.

“No need.” Inziladun called as he re-entered the house, carrying a large ladder. “Lommy used to love playing her music on the roof of her house; she used this to get up there.”

One by one they climbed the ladder up to the second floor of the house, Lommy’s bedroom was the first door on the right. They entered slowly.

It was not a pleasant sight that beheld them. Lommy was strewn all about the room. Well, what used to be Lommy anyway. Her instruments were also destroyed, in pieces everywhere. Nothing about it was out of the ordinary, for that had been what she was. Ordinary.

“It looks like she was mauled, by something quite large.” Nerwen said, elaborating on the statement she had previously made.

“Indeed.” A few agreed, nodding. Then, becoming too disgusted to bear it any longer, the villagers left and stepped back down the ladder and out of the house.

Eomer was left behind again, lowering his shovel as he gazed around the room. “How.......what......but......so many......uh, I need a new job.” He grumbled as he got to work.

The villagers regrouped in the town square and as they began to discuss Eomer rejoined them. They knew that the only way to stop the deaths would be to catch the perpetrators, and sadly that would result in more deaths.

The dead:
Nienna - bookkeeper - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager
Lommy – minstrel – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager

The living:
Nerwen - bookmaker
Eomer - gravedigger
Aganzir - jailor, arena and lions included
Sally - some poor serving girl who has no money to buy sweets
McCaber - humble shopkeeper
Izzy - baker
Mira - apothocary
Gaurcrist - blacksmith
Shasta - fletcher
Gwath - drunk vagrant
Boro88 - the shruberrer
Kath - restaurant owner
Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice
Fea - Storyteller
Greenie - school teacher
Lari - fortune teller
Mith - herbalist
the phantom - the crazy book liberator

Day 1 is now. You may discuss dear village. I need names from all those who need to give me them.

05-21-2009, 07:02 AM	#11
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,508	The sun rose on our little village to reveal a beautiful morning. Despite the fact that it was lovely out, the villagers that gathered in the town square felt a cold chill running down their spines. They were all grateful to be alive, but fearful of who would be missing. After a quick tally it became clear that Lommy was the one not among them. The villagers gathered close together and walked solemnly to her little house, it was quite close to the town square so they didn’t have to go very far. It was small, but lovely, with a very large willow tree in the front lawn and many various flowers all about it. A curvy path led up to the small red door, well what used to be a small red door. Someone had smashed through the door and crumpled it to pieces. The villagers stepped over the threshold one by one into the small entrance. To the left was a living room and to the right was a narrow staircase. Well, what used to be the narrow staircase. It had been trampled on quite fiercely and was all in pieces. “Something quite large must have come through here.” Nerwen said, gaping at the gaps in the little house. “Well, this happened at Night, so she must be in her bedroom.” Fea pointed out. “Yes, well how do we get to it, her bedroom was up there.” Boro said, pointing to the top of the used-to-be-stairs. “I have some rope back at my shop.” McCaber suggested helpfully, turning to leave. “No need.” Inziladun called as he re-entered the house, carrying a large ladder. “Lommy used to love playing her music on the roof of her house; she used this to get up there.” One by one they climbed the ladder up to the second floor of the house, Lommy’s bedroom was the first door on the right. They entered slowly. It was not a pleasant sight that beheld them. Lommy was strewn all about the room. Well, what used to be Lommy anyway. Her instruments were also destroyed, in pieces everywhere. Nothing about it was out of the ordinary, for that had been what she was. Ordinary. “It looks like she was mauled, by something quite large.” Nerwen said, elaborating on the statement she had previously made. “Indeed.” A few agreed, nodding. Then, becoming too disgusted to bear it any longer, the villagers left and stepped back down the ladder and out of the house. Eomer was left behind again, lowering his shovel as he gazed around the room. “How.......what......but......so many......uh, I need a new job.” He grumbled as he got to work. The villagers regrouped in the town square and as they began to discuss Eomer rejoined them. They knew that the only way to stop the deaths would be to catch the perpetrators, and sadly that would result in more deaths. The dead: Nienna - bookkeeper - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager Lommy – minstrel – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager The living: Nerwen - bookmaker Eomer - gravedigger Aganzir - jailor, arena and lions included Sally - some poor serving girl who has no money to buy sweets McCaber - humble shopkeeper Izzy - baker Mira - apothocary Gaurcrist - blacksmith Shasta - fletcher Gwath - drunk vagrant Boro88 - the shruberrer Kath - restaurant owner Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice Fea - Storyteller Greenie - school teacher Lari - fortune teller Mith - herbalist the phantom - the crazy book liberator Day 1 is now. You may discuss dear village. I need names from all those who need to give me them. __________________ Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin