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JennyHallu · 07-05-2006, 01:58 PM

I'm NOT a wolf!!!!

Valesse · 07-05-2006, 02:00 PM

Time is up, please stop posting.
The story will be up in a while.

Mithalwen · 07-05-2006, 02:01 PM

To reuse the words of Mandy Rice Davies "(s)he would say that wouldn't (s)he?"

Valesse · 07-05-2006, 02:55 PM

The stress that day was nearly as thick as the mist. It was terrible, first, to know that three werewolves were among them, but having to stand so close to them just to be able to see everyone was what truely horrified the campers. As the day went on, and the debating grew more and more intense, Eomer the publican resigned himself to his fate with a sigh.

Macalaure shook his head, "He has to be a wolf...there is no other explanation..."

"That is if you forget the explanation I gave." Eomer sighed, thinking more and more about how they were going to proceed with the task of killing him. Brutes. Killing a bartender is one thing, but taking out a publican is surely barbaric behavior! Thinking on all of the previous deaths Eomer stood and smartly put away his instrument, so no one would be able to use it as a weapon.

"If you aren't a wolf...then there is no way we're getting out of here alive." Mithalwen said at length, like a true violist entering at an awkward time and at an awkward pitchy squeek. "If Eomer isn't a werewolf... we're doomed."

Kuruharan raised his hand with florish and interjected "Quite so, Cat-herd, but JennyHallu had stated that exactly fifteen minutes ago. Now... it's nearly dark.. and I really must stress how important we get this done with... after all.. we should bury him before night."

As the campers circled Eomer, he raised a stein and took his last drink. It was a nicely aged mead, however oddly bitter. "Any last words, wolf?" sneered Valier.

Eomer looked up at her and growlled "Don't let her pickle me."

"Thats do-able" JennyHallu shrugged, and leaned against her Aeolian harp. Catching onto the idea Roa_Aoife joinned her, tipping the structure over and crushing Eomer underneath. "...that was also much messier than I thought..."

"Nothing is happening" whimpered Macalaure.
Kuruharan snorted "Thats because we didn't kill a wolf."

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
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 this whistle.
Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle (Ordo) bludgeoned with his triangle.
Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass (Ordo) crushed under Aeolian wind harp.

Wolves, choose your last kill.

Valesse · 07-06-2006, 10:57 AM

Valier and Roa_Aoife turned and looked at JennyHallu, narrowing their eyes. "I am not the wolf! I'm not! I told you!" Jenny shouted back, feeling fear grow inside of her.
"Then...Why are you so frantic?" Kuruharan frowned heavily, crossing his arms.
"Because I don't want to die! I'm not a wolf!" Jenny sobbed again.

Behind her Kitanna lifted up her didgeridoo and weighed it in her hand "We know you're not the wolf, Jenny... you can calm down."
"You... do?"
"Of course!" the hermit replied with a smirk. "But by we I mean the other wolves and myself. However, I don't have time to chat, doomsayer, so this is goodbye!" And with that, Kitanna swung her mighty musical bat, hurlling Jenny deep into the mist.

Macalaure gasped "I knew it!" backing away and groping around for anything to use as a weapon against the now lupine Kitanna.
"But what you didn't figure," Roa_Aoife smirked "Was her partners in crime."
"I'm going to pickle you good!" Valier laughed, licking her lips.

Mithalwen shook her head in disbelief, holding her viola bow as if it were a sword, but quickly Roa_Aoife was advancing on her, holding the now evil looking double-necked electric guitar in one claw. "Stay away from me!" she shrieked, protecting herself the best way a violist can... starting to play. Roa_Aoife winced and with a flick of her paw, the viola disappeared in the same way as JennyHallu.

With a quick jab, Mithalwen was dead. Stabbed in the chest with both necks of the guitar.

"Mithalwen! Nooooo!" cried Macalaure, frantically trying to out run Kitanna the wolf. Surely refuge in his tent would give him some time, but as it struck him that the werewolves almost always went inside of the other's tents he found himself in a dark world stuffed inside of his tuba. "You lack originality, Wolf!"

"Yeah... but I always wanted to do that." Kitanna smiled, contently.

Outside the last villager was being cornered against the camp leader's tents by Valier, who had not quite finished alternating from licking her lips and playing her piccolo. She was watching Kuruharan like a pshycopath. Every twitch of his eye, or flinch he made at a high note was over seen. "Pickled Condottieri." She smirked "That sounds delicious."

"Stand back! If you lay a fing..a claw on me my entourage will come and avenge my death!"
Valier sighed, not wanting the verbal battle so close to sweet murder "that is if they can find you." Swiftly she grabbed Kuruharan by his garb and dragged him into her tent. There, impressively, stood an immense jar.
"No! I will not be pickled meat!" Kuruharan struggled valiantly. "I will not allow you to...!" He found Valier's piccolo, and pulled it from her claws and with great effort forced it into her chest.
Valier howlled in rage and threw Kuruharan into the jar. "Don't tell me what I can and can not pickle." She glared, closing the lid tightly.

_______
Great game, everyone,
Congrats, wolves!

Mithalwen · 07-06-2006, 11:08 AM

Ah well if you are going to be done up like a kipper you might as well be done by these three.... well done.... the nights clearly presented no major decisions for you but you did very well during the days to finish us off so early and convincingly.

Careers in politics surely beckon for you all ... Kudos

Something tells me that Kitanna feels a bit better about my game now

Mithalwen · 07-06-2006, 11:13 AM

And well done Valesse ... guess your unused wolf transformation scenes will have to gather dust on the cutting room floor with my death scenes for Nogrod and D18.....

Eomer of the Rohirrim · 07-06-2006, 11:14 AM

Well done, wolves! Why on earth did I trust Kitanna. I should clearly know better.

I'm surprised I was rounded on so vehemently on that last day. At least I feel some comfort knowing that I voted for one wolf.

Nogrod, our fates were oh so similar in the end. Tragic, in a way (at least for us).

And no matter that you fiends brutalised our village; I graduated today and so even you cannot diminish my happiness.

(Like I said, well-played.

)

Nogrod · 07-06-2006, 11:20 AM

It's quite near that I would say "I told you!", but maybe I won't...

In a hurry now, but some words later.

Congrats to the evil trio!

07-05-2006, 01:58 PM	#1
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,628	*I'm NOT a wolf!!!!* __________________ <=== Lookee, lookee, lots of IM handles!

07-05-2006, 02:00 PM	#2
Valesse Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: \|Away Posts: 614	Time is up, please stop posting. The story will be up in a while. __________________ "Loo, what sholde a man in thyse dayes now wryte, 'egges' or 'eyren'?" - Caxton, Eneydos

07-05-2006, 02:01 PM	#3
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,459	To reuse the words of Mandy Rice Davies "(s)he would say that wouldn't (s)he?" __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

07-05-2006, 02:55 PM	#4
Valesse Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: \|Away Posts: 614	The stress that day was nearly as thick as the mist. It was terrible, first, to know that three werewolves were among them, but having to stand so close to them just to be able to see everyone was what truely horrified the campers. As the day went on, and the debating grew more and more intense, Eomer the publican resigned himself to his fate with a sigh. Macalaure shook his head, "He has to be a wolf...there is no other explanation..." "That is if you forget the explanation I gave." Eomer sighed, thinking more and more about how they were going to proceed with the task of killing him. Brutes. Killing a bartender is one thing, but taking out a publican is surely barbaric behavior! Thinking on all of the previous deaths Eomer stood and smartly put away his instrument, so no one would be able to use it as a weapon. "If you aren't a wolf...then there is no way we're getting out of here alive." Mithalwen said at length, like a true violist entering at an awkward time and at an awkward pitchy squeek. "If Eomer isn't a werewolf... we're doomed." Kuruharan raised his hand with florish and interjected "Quite so, Cat-herd, but JennyHallu had stated that exactly fifteen minutes ago. Now... it's nearly dark.. and I really must stress how important we get this done with... after all.. we should bury him before night." As the campers circled Eomer, he raised a stein and took his last drink. It was a nicely aged mead, however oddly bitter. "Any last words, wolf?" sneered Valier. Eomer looked up at her and growlled "Don't let her pickle me." "Thats do-able" JennyHallu shrugged, and leaned against her Aeolian harp. Catching onto the idea Roa_Aoife joinned her, tipping the structure over and crushing Eomer underneath. "...that was also much messier than I thought..." "Nothing is happening" whimpered Macalaure. Kuruharan snorted "Thats because we didn't kill a wolf." 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 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 this whistle. Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle (Ordo) bludgeoned with his triangle. Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass (Ordo) crushed under Aeolian wind harp. Wolves, choose your last kill. __________________ "Loo, what sholde a man in thyse dayes now wryte, 'egges' or 'eyren'?" - Caxton, Eneydos Last edited by Valesse; 07-05-2006 at 03:03 PM.

07-06-2006, 10:57 AM	#5
Valesse Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: \|Away Posts: 614	Fin. Valier and Roa_Aoife turned and looked at JennyHallu, narrowing their eyes. "I am not the wolf! I'm not! I told you!" Jenny shouted back, feeling fear grow inside of her. "Then...Why are you so frantic?" Kuruharan frowned heavily, crossing his arms. "Because I don't want to die! I'm not a wolf!" Jenny sobbed again. Behind her Kitanna lifted up her didgeridoo and weighed it in her hand "We know you're not the wolf, Jenny... you can calm down." "You... do?" "Of course!" the hermit replied with a smirk. "But by we I mean the other wolves and myself. However, I don't have time to chat, doomsayer, so this is goodbye!" And with that, Kitanna swung her mighty musical bat, hurlling Jenny deep into the mist. Macalaure gasped "I knew it!" backing away and groping around for anything to use as a weapon against the now lupine Kitanna. "But what you didn't figure," Roa_Aoife smirked "Was her partners in crime." "I'm going to pickle you good!" Valier laughed, licking her lips. Mithalwen shook her head in disbelief, holding her viola bow as if it were a sword, but quickly Roa_Aoife was advancing on her, holding the now evil looking double-necked electric guitar in one claw. "Stay away from me!" she shrieked, protecting herself the best way a violist can... starting to play. Roa_Aoife winced and with a flick of her paw, the viola disappeared in the same way as JennyHallu. With a quick jab, Mithalwen was dead. Stabbed in the chest with both necks of the guitar. "Mithalwen! Nooooo!" cried Macalaure, frantically trying to out run Kitanna the wolf. Surely refuge in his tent would give him some time, but as it struck him that the werewolves almost always went inside of the other's tents he found himself in a dark world stuffed inside of his tuba. "You lack originality, Wolf!" "Yeah... but I always wanted to do that." Kitanna smiled, contently. Outside the last villager was being cornered against the camp leader's tents by Valier, who had not quite finished alternating from licking her lips and playing her piccolo. She was watching Kuruharan like a pshycopath. Every twitch of his eye, or flinch he made at a high note was over seen. "Pickled Condottieri." She smirked "That sounds delicious." "Stand back! If you lay a fing..a claw on me my entourage will come and avenge my death!" Valier sighed, not wanting the verbal battle so close to sweet murder "that is if they can find you." Swiftly she grabbed Kuruharan by his garb and dragged him into her tent. There, impressively, stood an immense jar. "No! I will not be pickled meat!" Kuruharan struggled valiantly. "I will not allow you to...!" He found Valier's piccolo, and pulled it from her claws and with great effort forced it into her chest. Valier howlled in rage and threw Kuruharan into the jar. "Don't tell me what I can and can not pickle." She glared, closing the lid tightly. _______ Great game, everyone, Congrats, wolves! __________________ "Loo, what sholde a man in thyse dayes now wryte, 'egges' or 'eyren'?" - Caxton, Eneydos

07-06-2006, 11:08 AM	#6
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,459	They were very good at being bad.... Ah well if you are going to be done up like a kipper you might as well be done by these three.... well done.... the nights clearly presented no major decisions for you but you did very well during the days to finish us off so early and convincingly. Careers in politics surely beckon for you all ... Kudos Something tells me that Kitanna feels a bit better about my game now __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

07-06-2006, 11:13 AM	#7
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,459	And well done Valesse ... guess your unused wolf transformation scenes will have to gather dust on the cutting room floor with my death scenes for Nogrod and D18..... __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

07-06-2006, 11:14 AM	#8
Eomer of the Rohirrim Auspicious Wraith Join Date: May 2002 Location: The Netherlands Posts: 4,859	Well done, wolves! Why on earth did I trust Kitanna. I should clearly know better. I'm surprised I was rounded on so vehemently on that last day. At least I feel some comfort knowing that I voted for one wolf. Nogrod, our fates were oh so similar in the end. Tragic, in a way (at least for us). And no matter that you fiends brutalised our village; I graduated today and so even you cannot diminish my happiness. (Like I said, well-played. ) __________________ Los Ingobernables de Harlond

07-06-2006, 11:20 AM	#9
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	It's quite near that I would say "I told you!", but maybe I won't... In a hurry now, but some words later. Congrats to the evil trio! __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...