WWJ X: Hithlum Zydeco Blues; Hísilómë in Hísimë

[Valesse]

The night seemed much longer, and not nearly as restful as the one before, now with everyone's minds on the werewolves and Glirdan's death. Slowly, however, sleep overcame each of the camp members, and before they knew it, the dim sun was shining as brightly as it could through the many layers of frigid fog.

Quietly the campers emerged from their tents, hesitant to see what the night had left them. It wasn't until breakfast was served that they had reliezed Formendacil was not leaving his abode. "You don't think..." Nogrod started.
With a frown Valier said "We should check, at least."

His tent was in shambles... barely able to hold itself up. Inside it was as disorganized as one might expect the housing of a pirate should be with the minor exception of the pipe organ which was obviously obsessively cleaned by it's owner who had found his short drop and sudden stop on it's piping.

"A yardarm." Kuruharan gasped. "How...befitting for a pirate."
JennyHallu crossed her arms "We... should get him down from there."

Most of the campers had completely forgotten about breakfast, least it seemed a far less important part of their lives now to eat than it was to bury Dread Pirate Formendacil. Mithalwen gave a short speech, mostly attributed to what little she knew of him. Has humbly as she could she uttered "The organ is the instrument of worship for in its sounding we sense the Majesty of God and in its ending we know the Grace of God." with a bowed head.

Macalaure furrowed his brows and sniffed loudly. "If only there -were- theme music to the hemp'n jig, at least we would have heard it..."
"Everyone... come look at this!" Mormegil called, he had been in the back of the crowd around the grave, and noticed a magizine which had been flung out of Formendacil's tent. "it's from Seer's Roebuck..."
"That means... Formendacil was a..." gulped Eomer.
"Formendacil was a seer." cried Roa_Aoife.


The Living:
Roa_Aoife- trick pilot, double-necked electric guitar.
Valier- town pickler, piccolo.
Macalaure- unskilled inventor of of funny fake occupation ideas, on the verge of bankruptcy, Tuba
Mithalwen- cat-herder, viola
JennyHallu- street corner doom-sayer, Aeolian wind harp
Nogrod- idle fantasist, tin whistle
Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle
Formendacil- pirate, pipe organ
Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass
Kitanna- hermit, didgeridoo
Glirdan- town musician, sax
Kuruharan- condottieri, flute

The Dead:
Valesse- Master Accordionist (Mod) stabbed with A Sharp key.
Gil-Galad- Artisan spoon player (Mod) choked on his musical spoons.
Glirdan- town musician, sax (Ordo) impailled on his music stand.
Formendacil- pirate, pipe organ (Seer) hung on a pipe organ yardarm.

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Day Two begins:
Have at it, y'all