Simple solution. Tie the vote between Lottie and Skip and let this go to a coin-flip. My heavens both are you are going to be the death of me.

What? :confused:

So it's make or break time.

Lottie or Skip, that's the question.

I've found Lottie suspicious the whole time, but toDay she looks a bit better, while with Skip it's the other way 'round.

I was just about to say that!

Okay. The last "appeals" by Skip - and the flood of votes - made it quite clear...

++ Skip

Let's see a wolf burn.

I suppose the cobbler could be missing his mark, Greenie. But I doubt it.

And Nogrod and Eonwe are the remaining ordos...

A coin-toss, Boro, really? :smokin:

Actually, the fact that he forgot about Steve makes it less likely that they're packmates...

EDIT: x'd with a couple of Nogs and a Skip

Wilwa -> Lottie
Skip -> Greenie
Boro-> Lottie (2)
Greenie -> Skip
Zil -> Skip (2)
Lottie -> Skip (2)
Nog -> Skip (3)

If you miss the number of baddies (the count, the number of them), how come you to a conclusion it was Steve he forgot? :eek:

Have I missed something?

Argh! Still I don't regret it. I would have been lynched anyway had I not done my fake reveal, quite certain of that. But I am disappointed. If Wilwa had remained hidden we'd gotten a wolf today, or at least been in with a good chance of that. Now it's all over.

Good night!

Ok. That's it. If we go by toDay, with all the revelations and reactions, I think I have to say that:

++Skip

Looks the most evil of the two.

edit: x-ed since my last post.

Steve: Skip has four votes, not three...

EDIT: well five...

And it's Holland 4 Sweden 0 :(

That's a little hypocritical - we failed your great scenario? I mean, what?

Oh yeah, sorry.

The final vote count:

Wilwa -> Lottie
Skip -> Greenie
Boro-> Lottie (2)
Greenie -> Skip
Zil -> Skip (2)
Lottie -> Skip (3)
Nog -> Skip (4)
Ozzy -> Skip (5)
Steve -> Skip (6)


edit: fixed voting again. Ironically.

Did you counted mine?

P.S.: Boro's change of heart, from ignoring skip to coin-flipping is also worth of noting.

At least I have something to be happy about today. :rolleyes:

Well, Sweden beat Hungary 2-0, Finland lost to them 1-2 (they were the side that crearted the chances but Hungary made the goals on the few counterattacks).

And Finland has 0 points from three matches... :(

Because he previously said that you and Ozzy were the remaining ordos.

EDIT: x'd with Nog

Maybe I'm not made for vote-counting. :o

Guys, cut the soccer, please. :D

Okay... the old semantical mix between ordo and innocent. Got it now.

Modest proposal: Could someone check Zil's analysis of me, and tell me if it's any convincing of my hairyness?

How hairy exactly are you?

That I crave to know. :D

If you don't know it yourself I'll be sure there will be people willing to help...

It's not the analysis that makes you look furry, Little One (:p;)). For me, it's your assumption that we're done.

Anyway, I would, but there's not enough time before DL.

EDIT: x'd since the post I quoted.

Please don't do that. It's good to have some down time now...and my Dutch peoples are winning! :p

It's not really an Elvish sport, is it?

That said... Oranje!

Not that I actually support the Netherlands...

I give up, one of us is obviously "Somewhere far beyond" :)

And it is good to have this peaceful moment in the end for change - even if the future is unknown. Some light entertainment instead of panic and hassle for the last few minutes...

Good point. I'm glad I didn't vote you toDay.

Deadline
 

It's deadline, laddies and gentlewomen, please stop posting. Skippety skip has been lynched, narration will follow.

Well, congrats wolves! You did well but were damn lucky too!

Edit: xed with modess

No posting after deadline, please.

Night5 falls
 

Always, someone has to go. Tonight, the Elves thought they had had enough of Skip's pining after Finduilas, the beautiful lady of Nargothrond. He himself, of course, called it courtly love.

"Besides, you cannot kill me, I'm a hunter!" he protested.
"We are all hunters," Greenie pointed out. "That's why were chosen for this expedition in the first place."
"But I am the hunter," Skip clarified.
"That you are not," said Wilwarin, coldly.
"No, I'm not," Skip admitted. "But I'm still an innocent man."
"I don't believe that," said Inziladun.
"Puppy eyes?" Skip tried, desperate.
"Puppy eyes? Does that mean you're a werewolf?" Lottie asked sharply.
"No! I'm innocent! Please believe me! Please! Don't let the wolves kill us all!" But no one believed him, of course.

Ozban and Nogrod grabbed Skip, ready to escort him to the edge of the crack in the floor.
"Please don't make me fall. Let me die in some other way, die like a man."
"There aren't many options," Eönwë said. "Unless you want to be stoned. There should be spare rocks around."

"Stoned...," sighed Skip.
"Like a stone I was before I first saw thee,
before thy sunlight set my soul free.
You are a maiden most beautiful,
to thee belongs my heart, so faithful.
Oh Finduilas! Thy beauty like the spring morning,
my heart full of love and yearning.
Oh Finduilas! Thy..."

"I say we get done with it," said Greenie and picked a stone. Hastily, Nogrod and Ozban retreated, and soon the air was full of flying stones, and Skip's poetry and burning love were silenced for ever.

When the last rock clattered on the floor the Elves finally saw Skip's remains. There wasn't much there, mostly blood and no trace of fur or anything else unordinary.


~*~



The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2
Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3
Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3
Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4
Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4

The Living
Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Wilwarin - hunter


Night5 has started. Wolves, feel free to conspire. Hunter, feel free to hunt. Others, please sleep.

Day5 dawns
 

Green had trouble sleeping. She had always been a light sleeper, quick to wake up to the changes of weather or movements of animals around her. It was a good quality for a hunter and something she had never been disturbed by. In this place, though, it just turned the nights worse.

She knew the unnatural darkness was swallowing all sound but if she tried really hard, she could almost hear gnarling whispers or soft sounds of wolf paws. She could not locate the sounds, but little help that would've been to her: she was a hunter, yes, but they had taken her bow and her beautiful knives and now she was unarmed on hostile ground and would be no match for three wolves. She was afraid.

As a veteran hunter she knew fear was something that kept you alive, but here it only kept her awake. She was tired during the days and when she managed to fall asleep she succumbed to wild and restless nightmares which always made her wake up before long. She wished she could just have sleep, a few hours of honest Elvish sleep in enchanted paths full of comforting twilight, but she was denied that pleasure. Only half awake she felt only half alive and she could never figure out how to get out of here.

Again, she heard the voices in the dark. As hard as it was to her instincts hardened by the years, she ignored them. No good came out of listening to them. By now she knew they meant someone would most likely be found dead in the morning - no use trying to guess who it would be this night. She felt a coward in hoping it would not be her although death would finally release her from this torment in the dark.

"Little opossum..." whispered a voice very close to her left ear. She jerked away from it, horrified that they had come up so close without her noticing it. "Are you not sleepy tonight?" the voice asked.
"Watch your language, kid," old Green said harshly. She knew her death was approaching and it made her cold, rational. And although she knew her resemblance to the small marsupial, she definitely would not have strangers making jokes about it.
There was a snarling sound. Green didn't know if it was a laugh or a threat. Maybe both.
"Little opossum will be eaten tonight..." whispered another voice, now by her right ear.
"And our hunger will be satisfied," said a third voice, in front of her.
"Three against one, how fair," Green remarked.
"What is fairness?" asked the first voice. "Where was fairness when we were chosen to become these beasts and you were not?"
Green did not answer.
"There is no fairness here. No good, no hope, no life. Only death," said the second voice.
"Get on with it, then," Green said quietly. With one leap, a wolf was on her, pressing its sharp white teeth into her neck. Within seconds, she was torn to pieces and savoured by the three beasts.

When the Elves woke up, it was almost as dark as during the night. They couldn't see a thing, and only by making a roll call did they find out Green was missing. They never found her remains if there were any.


~*~


The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2
Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3
Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3
Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4
Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4
Green (ordo) - eaten by hungry wolves on Night5

The Living
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Wilwarin - hunter


Day5 has started. Feel free to talk, but wolves stop PMing. Hunter, you may change your pick anytime.

To the Cobbler
 

I am one of the wolves. My fellows are Eönwë and Nogrod. We, and you, can win this toDay. All you have to do is vote for Boro, Lottie, or Ozban, and it's ours.

Wicked! :eek::cool::rolleyes:

So cobbler, here's the deal.

Me and my mates Inzil and Steve would like to invite you to win the game.

So pick one of those innocents who is not you and vote her/him.

Here's the list:

Boro
Lottie
Ozban


Do not vote for wilwa or any of us.

We'll follow your vote.


You played well and Sauron will appreciate it - like we do.