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Of course the other reason perhaps Nerwen didn't do a whole lot that day was because she knew Lottie had her pegged and it was all planned, which frankly I'd let them win with that, as it'd be quite an interesting story.
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I almost forgot about DL - if my boy's computer hadn't run out of battery power, forcing me to get off Minecraft, I would have missed it entirely. :o
As it is, though, I made it by the skin of my teeth. EDIT: xed with Manwe and tp |
So what are we doing? All in?
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Okay- obviously this thing can't be left in the hands of the unknowns. Morsul already did his part. Now Lottie, Eonwe, and Manwe need to commit, and QUICK.
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Why are they holding their votes anyway, as they know it's between them. Pick your best candidate and go. Even if you're a KM you can't risk leaping in to save your fellow because you'll just get lynched tomorrow.
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Eonwe, why not make your own decision?
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Oh wait, so you're not orchestrating a no-kill, then?
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If only the village listened-
++Morsul |
One minute.
Got to highlight, Manwe. |
Let's make this between Steve and Manwe, shall we?
Don't let there be a tie, I suppose. ++ Manwe |
++Lottie
edit: x-ed with lots |
++Eonwe
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++Steve
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You have got to be kidding me. I did *not* expect this wide a spread! :eek:
EDIT: xed with two for Steve. Alright then. Nevermind. |
Manwe gets lynched if the remaining vote for him.
Steve gets lynched if the remaining knowns vote for him. edit: x-post never mind, it's done |
Well, ok, that's final then. Have some IC:
Happy people of Amandil Bear witness to the mindless Slaughter of our fellow Faithful Quelled in their attempts for good. Fortune has abandoned Our clandestine gathering; Journeyed from across the Sacred Isle our gift Honour binds us as One. That some that now stand here Will not see another Day Is there method to our madness? Xenophobic towards the King's Men that Hunt us in the Night Is there any place Of safety I can go? In this dark hour For the faithful Be comforted that we Have still Elendil The tall and brave to guide us. So as we hope to live in peace And of the Faithless' disguises Yearn for the truth, I pray to Ulmo- may he Grant us the ability of Clear vision, so this Evening, I let you take my life to see the truth. |
Deadline. Stop posting.
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Manwe wouldn't have made it, tp.
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He would've if Steve would've voted for him (as I assumed he would to save himself).
(Ah well- the mad rush was partly my fault, as I just couldn't get online soon enough to move things along. Sorry.) |
Guys! Shush!
Did they argue a lot again that day? They did indeed. Even more than usual. The men really seemed to have gone wild. It got to fist fights. They were on top of each other, and no one knew what was going on. Everyone seemed to accuse everyone at once. One man claimed the other was guilty because he called him a swine and returned the favour by calling him a dog. The second man decided that actions speak louder than words and promptly punched his suspect in the face. The first man did not wish to be left in debt. Other men tried to pull them apart, but they only got entangled in the fight themselves. Someone sprouted blood out of his nostrils, and another’s beard was half torn out. “I think you’ve made your point now,” the old man’s voice rang over the chaos like water on fire. He was very displeased. “You’ve even gone a bit too far to get the message home. Before it gets too frightening we ought to call a halt and resume order. Are we some wildmen or lowly savages, that we cannot speak but have a brawl? You are Numenorians! Do not forget yourself!” The men hung their heads. No one looked at each other. They were humiliated and shamed, and ashamed men do not like to admit their wrong. Why? Because it makes them feel more ashamed. They try to push it off on someone else, to make themselves think better of themselves. Slowly, one by one, they raised their voices, calling out the name of the person who started the fight. Four men stepped forward and took his arms, but he resisted. They could barely keep him from breaking free. He was a very strong, and a very desperate man. Another man brought a spear. The four holding the accused man were still wrestling with him, so the spearman dared not strike for fear of hitting one of them. Then they pulled the man’s hands apart, so that for a moment he stood erect, with his chest open, and the spearman threw. As the man sunk to his knees and then toppled over, his blood soaking his clothing, a dark cloud took shape above his body, and the Faithful knew him for a King’s Man. Then a wind blew, and the cloud was no more – only a bloody corpse with a spear through it, dead like all those before him. ALIVE: Morsul Inzil Lottie Manwe The Phantom Brin DEAD: G55, the hesitant King’s Man (modess) – stabbed on Night1 Eomer (ordo) – stoned on Day1 Boro (gifted) – drowned on Night2 Pom (ordo) – decapitated on Day2 Shasta (gifted) – throttled on Night3 Nerwen (KM) – hung on Day3 Sally (gifted) – struck by a stone and died of hemorrhage on Night 4 Steve (KM) – speared on Day4 |
Day 5 Starts!
That night no one met on the streets. No one argued about who to kill. No one made plans for the next day’s survival.
The last King’s Man was alone. He waited for all the lights to go out and for everyone to fall asleep, like he did every night. Then he stepped out of his house, and looked with hatred at the surrounding sheds. Any one of them would do. Anyone, to pay the price for the death of his comrades, plots and schemes be damned! He strode down the street, not bothering to be quiet. The more would come, the better. He needed to give way to his grief and loathing. He needed revenge. He walked into one of the houses. He did not even know which one. He saw a man lying asleep on the bed. Taking a cloth, he stuffed it into the man’s mouth. The man woke up, startled, but he was unable to make a sound. He was gagged? Yes, and after that the King’s Man bound him hand and foot, before he could even get out of his bed. And he tied a knotted rope around the man’s head and stuck a sturdy stick in there too. “Tell me now,” the King’s Man said with venom, “the reason for all this fuss. You – voting, arguing, killing each other even. You are still going to die, scum.” The bound man just looked at him silently. The King’s Man twisted the stick. The rope tightened. “I said, you are still going to die! You’ve tried so hard, have you not, to weed us out, kill us, and still prevail. You really thought you will succeed, because your cause is right. Because your precious Valar will be with you.” The man laughed. “Where are your Valar now? Are they with you? Well, you’re still going to die.” “And tell me true now,” the King’s Man continued. “You are afraid to die. For all the words your friends Elves have told you, you cannot deny that death is death. No one is unafraid to die. Not even that man – the first one of your Amandil’s filthy line that I killed – was unafraid. He was just too proud to admit it. And you are not unafraid either. Because you are going to die.” The King’s Man gave the rod another turn. Still the man did not say anything. “You don’t want to die, scum,” the old man continued. “No one wants to die. Your death frightens you, and it will be meaningless for the rest of you Faithful scum. Would you not rather have lived? Do not lie: you don’t want to be here right now. You want to go home and rethink your life, and not come to this cursed village at all if you could redo it all. If I could redo my life, I would make sure I killed more of you scum when I had the chance.” The King’s Man gave another yank to the rope. His prisoner was dead. The old man slowly walked back to his house. He wondered why the man did not say anything at all. Only when he was opening his door he remembered – he gagged the man himself. ALIVE: Morsul Lottie Manwe The Phantom Brin DEAD: G55, the hesitant King’s Man (modess) – stabbed on Night1 Eomer (ordo) – stoned on Day1 Boro (gifted) – drowned on Night2 Pom (ordo) – decapitated on Day2 Shasta (gifted) – throttled on Night3 Nerwen (KM) – hung on Day3 Sally (gifted) – struck by a stone and died of hemorrhage on Night 4 Steve (KM) – speared on Day4 Inzil (ordo) – pressed on Night5 |
Aw, poor Inzil... And I'm sure he had such a funny story to tell us today.
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Anyway- I'm quite pleased Steve was a KM. That bit of verse he wrote definitely had me worried until the Moddess' announcement went up. Well done.
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So- anyone have anything interesting to say?
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Aw poor Inzil :(
Should I will I of course I will: Good News Everyone! I know who the KM is lalalala Ahem sorry, serious business. I dreamt a dream I'll tell you all In which I saw an Innocent Tall Hair flowing in the breeze Gosh just the bee's knees I'm making this verse up as I go So let me skip to what I know Lottie is clean nice and kind Manwe is the one with the axe to grind Even better news if I'm Lying you lynch me tomorrow and win anyway!!! Shall I begin? ++Manwe Edit x'ed Phantom |
So if Elendil is still alive, one of the unknowns should have received a dream. If an innocent dreamed, we could have a known baddie or innocent. If a baddie dreamed, we could have at least a known innocent...unless the baddie chooses to not say anything to make us believe that Elendil is not alive.
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But wait...
If Morsul dreamed Lottie, then wouldn't that make Manwe Elendil? (Elendil can't dream or be a dream target, obviously.) |
I thought it was you phantom...
It must be Brinn then. I'm Innocent Lottie's innocent you're innocent Brin is innocent... Manwe is last. But wait you had a dream of Brinn Brinn didn't you dream phantom? wait... what's happening? |
As far as my theory on who Elendil is, you'll find it here- declaring it specifically around the 1:54 mark. (One of my favorite songs from Camelot. ;) )
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shasta dreamed phantom so Brinn has to be erendil
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*chuckles*
I was going to let Inzil do the reveal had he survived the night. Poor chap knew pretty well since Shasta died, but I wanted him to keep it quiet. What's a game without a good mystery? :D |
Yeah, Shasta actually dreamed Boro, but I managed to say just enough to get him to take the big risk and declare me as his dream instead, and I picked it up and ran with it, pretending that I had been the one to dream Brin rather than Boro.
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