" Now we see you, you nasty little creature! We will eat you and leave your bones and skin hanging on a tree... we'll hang him head downwards on a tree for a day or two. "
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" Now we see you, you nasty little creature! We will eat you and leave your bones and skin hanging on a tree... we'll hang him head downwards on a tree for a day or two. " Spider , in Mirkwood |
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07-04-2006, 02:01 PM
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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(I'm terribly sorry that this took so long, but there was no internet connection available. I'll have the wolf's kill up in a few moments after this, though they will be shorter than my usual epic story-posts.)
The camp was in high gear, pointing well trained fingers and debating alibis with bated breath. As Night drew nearer it was only clear that the future of Nogrod would be a considerably short one. "How could you imply I'm the wolf!?" He shouted, throwing his hat on the ground. "I'm the splitting image of innocence! I'm concerned for... for..." Eomer rolled his eyes and rubbed his fingers together "Yeah, yeah, and this is the world's smallest violin playing the world's sadest song." "This is making my head hurt" Macalaure groaned, massaging his temples. "Oh thats so bad? You're going to try to kill me!" barked Nogrod, blowing his whistle loudly into his ear. Tired of the bickering, JennyHallu took matters into her own hands and gave Nogrod a hard slap on the back. Shocked, he swallowed his whistle, and grabbed his chest. With a painful last tweet Nogrod sprawlled out on the ground, dead. Waiting to see what would happen the camp members stared at their fallen whistle blower, but he wasn't going to be getting up again. 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 Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass Kitanna- hermit, didgeridoo 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. Nogrod- idle fantasist, tin whistle (Ordo) asphyxiated on his whistle.
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