05-03-2008, 09:29 PM
The group comes together once again... a rare occurance setting them off, day just seem's to last forever... the people casually talking... speculating on things... as day comes to a end... the sky finally going dark... they head towards the execution area...
the area is dark but a few seconds before the globe of light on the top of the staff appears for the thirteeneth night in a row... a some are suprised my the new random color... purple, but they quickly ajust, the balrog looks around... and chuckles,
" So... we have done something today? just what did you decide on...? " The group push's Parondante forward... " Ic, amazing how you "sheep" must be led by your shepherd... today seem's u have accomplished majority once again... can you do this on speculation? i think not... but we will see... we will see... "
musing to himself... he casually flips his wrist, sendin his whip snapping through the air at Parondante, who standing there in front of everyone... watch's in horror as it hits her, the whip whirling around her neck, and automatically choking her to death... the balrog watchs with amusement... and walks over and glance's at her interestingly... A pecular sight to say the least... it seems she was a elf queen, ( llothorian ) but her face and body had changed... the face of a ring wraith the form of a woman, he looks inside her coat and see's some empty pouch's, it seems she was giving items to people...
he shrugs, not really caring... grabbing the body, and dragging it off to the dead paths, with that, he once again, let the light go out... and returned to his normal watching spot...
Summary:
Parondante was executed, he was a ring wraith,
End of day 13
11:35
Night 13
As execution came to a close... the happy people congratulated each other... looking into the night, they seemed conifident from the last few nights of in-activeness that they could take there time...
as they were all casually heading back to there "sleeping" area's... a man off to the side veered of to the side, doing his normal routine... he turned and started following a figure back to his sleeping area... as the figuire went to bed... the man crept up, and slowly began analyizing things about his role...
the balrog watched it all with amusement... nothing out of the ordinary... he'd seen it all before... but as he was turning to go... suddenely he stopped, a figure not to far from this man, was sitting in the shadow's... hefting a spear. as he looked closer... he could see that while it was not "made" for this person... that this person was still cabable of making it work... he once again peered curiously as the situation unfolded...
the man ( Final_phyre ) was just about finishing up... when the figure weilding the spear suddenely sprang into motion... he jumped up and threw the spear in a wobbely arc... it went up... up... then as eomer, the figure, looked up, it took him right in the chest... killing him instantly...
he screamed out in terror, and all the sleeping people came running... the person who had thrown it already slipped back into the shadows... but the balrog chuckled with amusement... grabbing the body... he dragged it over to the dead paths, and let the people think what they would want...
with that, he once again dissapeared into the shadows... only to soon after have day appear once again...
Summary:
Final_phyre was killed by a elven spear... he was eomer, a innocent.
Start of day 14
the area is dark but a few seconds before the globe of light on the top of the staff appears for the thirteeneth night in a row... a some are suprised my the new random color... purple, but they quickly ajust, the balrog looks around... and chuckles,
" So... we have done something today? just what did you decide on...? " The group push's Parondante forward... " Ic, amazing how you "sheep" must be led by your shepherd... today seem's u have accomplished majority once again... can you do this on speculation? i think not... but we will see... we will see... "
musing to himself... he casually flips his wrist, sendin his whip snapping through the air at Parondante, who standing there in front of everyone... watch's in horror as it hits her, the whip whirling around her neck, and automatically choking her to death... the balrog watchs with amusement... and walks over and glance's at her interestingly... A pecular sight to say the least... it seems she was a elf queen, ( llothorian ) but her face and body had changed... the face of a ring wraith the form of a woman, he looks inside her coat and see's some empty pouch's, it seems she was giving items to people...
he shrugs, not really caring... grabbing the body, and dragging it off to the dead paths, with that, he once again, let the light go out... and returned to his normal watching spot...
Summary:
Parondante was executed, he was a ring wraith,
End of day 13
11:35
Night 13
As execution came to a close... the happy people congratulated each other... looking into the night, they seemed conifident from the last few nights of in-activeness that they could take there time...
as they were all casually heading back to there "sleeping" area's... a man off to the side veered of to the side, doing his normal routine... he turned and started following a figure back to his sleeping area... as the figuire went to bed... the man crept up, and slowly began analyizing things about his role...
the balrog watched it all with amusement... nothing out of the ordinary... he'd seen it all before... but as he was turning to go... suddenely he stopped, a figure not to far from this man, was sitting in the shadow's... hefting a spear. as he looked closer... he could see that while it was not "made" for this person... that this person was still cabable of making it work... he once again peered curiously as the situation unfolded...
the man ( Final_phyre ) was just about finishing up... when the figure weilding the spear suddenely sprang into motion... he jumped up and threw the spear in a wobbely arc... it went up... up... then as eomer, the figure, looked up, it took him right in the chest... killing him instantly...
he screamed out in terror, and all the sleeping people came running... the person who had thrown it already slipped back into the shadows... but the balrog chuckled with amusement... grabbing the body... he dragged it over to the dead paths, and let the people think what they would want...
with that, he once again dissapeared into the shadows... only to soon after have day appear once again...
Summary:
Final_phyre was killed by a elven spear... he was eomer, a innocent.
Start of day 14

