04-23-2008, 12:57 PM
The third day slowly draw's to a end... again the milling mass's of people coming to no conclusions, fewer theories and thoughts were put out there, they all slowly make there way towards the side of the cavern that the mysterious balrog has been appearing from... some are distraught, not knowing what to do, others have just seeminly been neglecting there abilities, and walking around dazeing, its a wonder that they still have not been able to come together...
alas, they all have made there way over, some individuals by themselves, some people standing in groups, some with hoods and cloaks... others showing themselves... they all sit around and wait for the night to come upon them...
as the last bit of sun moves out of focus... the cavern plunges into darkness, the people are geting used to it by now, but some still stir in nervous un-ease...
The blue light appears, and they all turn to the light, its not the normal spot tonight... instead, right in the middle of all of them... he has no chuckle tonight... the balrogs stern face is masking some hidden disdain...
" Have you puny-excuses for mortals decided on something yet? anything? "
the group just looks around... few even bothering to point today... no leads, no thoughts... the balrog sighs in disgust...
"tomorow EACH of you will NEED to vote, there will be no more half-hearted attempts at execution, if you do not vote... there will be consequances..."
the balrog looks around... still shaking his head, and points his finger at a person, "You, Come here"
the unlucky person shuffles over... and slips him a wad of paper... the people catch some odd writings on it...
"hmm" the balrog muse's to himself... there's a name, that was crossed out, then another name, " maybe this will get you guys motivated..."
with that, he spins on his heal and lash's out with his whip to a person off on there own, wearing a hooded cloak... with a hat on...
the whip lashs around his waist, whipping the white staff in his hand out of the way, and destroying the tattered gray clothes he was wearing... underneath lay a brilliant white cloak. it seems Graphitesmoothie was Gandolf... dreaming to find saruman's servents...
with that musing explanation... the balrog unflick's the whip... and mutters some words, the eerie blue light disappear's... once again leaving the cavern in darkness.
Summary:
Graphitesmoothie was executed, he was Gandolf.
End of day 3
alas, they all have made there way over, some individuals by themselves, some people standing in groups, some with hoods and cloaks... others showing themselves... they all sit around and wait for the night to come upon them...
as the last bit of sun moves out of focus... the cavern plunges into darkness, the people are geting used to it by now, but some still stir in nervous un-ease...
The blue light appears, and they all turn to the light, its not the normal spot tonight... instead, right in the middle of all of them... he has no chuckle tonight... the balrogs stern face is masking some hidden disdain...
" Have you puny-excuses for mortals decided on something yet? anything? "
the group just looks around... few even bothering to point today... no leads, no thoughts... the balrog sighs in disgust...
"tomorow EACH of you will NEED to vote, there will be no more half-hearted attempts at execution, if you do not vote... there will be consequances..."
the balrog looks around... still shaking his head, and points his finger at a person, "You, Come here"
the unlucky person shuffles over... and slips him a wad of paper... the people catch some odd writings on it...
"hmm" the balrog muse's to himself... there's a name, that was crossed out, then another name, " maybe this will get you guys motivated..."
with that, he spins on his heal and lash's out with his whip to a person off on there own, wearing a hooded cloak... with a hat on...
the whip lashs around his waist, whipping the white staff in his hand out of the way, and destroying the tattered gray clothes he was wearing... underneath lay a brilliant white cloak. it seems Graphitesmoothie was Gandolf... dreaming to find saruman's servents...
with that musing explanation... the balrog unflick's the whip... and mutters some words, the eerie blue light disappear's... once again leaving the cavern in darkness.
Summary:
Graphitesmoothie was executed, he was Gandolf.
End of day 3


