[Nogrod]

Lalaith opened the discussion of the Day noting that she had dreamt of an innocent last night. Then she went on to quote tales of old, trying to explain the others her suspicios behavior the last Day.

“Lal, if you think the person is likely to end up lynched, reveal them. Otherwise, it might be pointless.”, said Roa, Elenwë’s personal Guard.

Elenw’ës personal Chamber Maid, Valier echoed the Guard: “I agree I think you should tell us Lalaith who the Ordo is unless they are gifted. That will clear up at least something.”

“Tell us, Lalaith.”, insisted Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire the phantom.

Turgon’s nephew, Macalaure, was a bit more hesitant: “Lalaith, whether you reveal the innocent or not, I don't think we will rally around him/her. Could be the cobbler, after all.”

Lalaith came forwards: “You, my dear phantom, I dreamt of you last night, and as I seem to have your permission, I reveal this now.” So the phantom was the known innocent amongst them.

Maybe it was because of Kitanna’s body – tied to a chair by now and looking at them with empty eyes – but they all seemed to feel gloomy and nervous in her presence. But no one had any better ideas to come up with her either. So the discussion for the most of the Day went on quietly, reservedly and at best analytically, and at worst elves defending their actions the last Day. The general feeling was very different comparing to the first Day. Many were drawn to the old stories, remembering what different elves had done in similar kind of situations before and whose elders had been doing what.

Macalaure tried to sum up the general feeling by saying: “I think I like nights, if only there wasn't this, well, bloodshed at the end of it.” That note was received with total silence.

Anguirel, annoyed by this overall silence, tried to change the mood: “"Oh, and, my friends, generally, speak up. Today is so quiet I'm suspecting we've lost more than one Cartesian soul..." But it was clearly deemed to not be a funny Day.

There were some suspicion raised over certain elves and then those very same elves being defended by others. At last Jenny informed that she would retreat and vote for Macalaure. Soon after, Anguirel presented a case against Dimwe and voted for her.

Turgon’s herald, Eonwe dropped in, “I'm gonna have to wait a few days, perhaps, before I can form any real suspicions. I like to let the evidence build up and look for inconsistancies.”

After his announcement the phantom made a case against Valier and voted for her. Encaitare the standard bearer defended both Roa and Macalaure, of which Macalaure went on voting for Jenny with his reasonings. The feeling was getting more tense by the minute.

The civilised demeanour of the elves was maintained only with an effort: “Would anybody bother to explain to me what that shoemaker is about?”, asked Macalaure. “The cobbler is just another name for shoemaker,”, answered Valier immediately. “Thank you, Valier. I still suspect you, nevertheless.” Macalaure returned the comment. “As I you.”, Valier snapped back. The general feeling was bent on mutual suspicion.

Jenny saw the votes piling up on her at the late hour and thought to herself: Surely I will be more at my home with these charming penquins anyhow. I’m going to get away, to the sea with these elegant creatures! Silently she slipped through the Assembly Hall to the great doors and took out from the building. There was just the sea around the small island. How far could I swim?, she thought and measured her chances. Not far, but I could try! Maybe these gallant creatures will carry me away to their haven, to peace and tranquility with them!

My gift of being unseen by the others has betrayed me!, she thought as she jumped in to the icy cold waters and started to swim away from the island. She had just heard the other elves gotten worried about her absence. “Where is she?” called Macalaure. “We should lynch her!”, yelled Naria. The others were already pouring out from the building. “There she is! She’s trying to swim away!” yelled Roa, “Kill her!”, she shouted. All the elves ran to the shore. Valier and Encaitare were the first to reach the shore. They took their bows and shot them, hitting Jenny to her back. The red stain of blood was barely visible in the oncoming darkness of the night. Roa, Naria and Macalaure sent one more patch of arrows to make Jenny’s death a definitive fact. Jenny’s body floated on the waves. There were a couple of penguins around, starting to carry her body away from them, out of their reach. She hadn’t changed into anything, but clearly was taken care by the penguins far away.

“So, the conclusion this leads me to is that she is either fowl or faker”, said Roa, watching the body being carried away by the Penguins.

”I feel Jenny is more Cobbler material”, Diamond rephrased her last words on the subject.

The cobbler she sure was.

~ The Dead ~
Nogrod - a troubadour, singer – mod, blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1
Thinlómien - a troubadour, harpist – mod, blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1
Boromir88 - The Mouth of Turgon – werepenguin, cast into a gorge on Day1
Kitanna - servant who empties and cleans chamber pots – ranger, body and soul separated by Cartesian Dualism on Night 2
JennyHallu - An Embroiderer, lost, not related – cobbler, shot dead in to the sea on Day2

~ The Living ~
Anguirel - Lalwende's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist
dancing spawn of ungoliant - animals' dung cleaning specialist
Diamond18 - Dimwë the half-wit second cousin of Elenwë
Encaitare - A standard-bearer
Eonwe - Turgon's herald
Firefoot- Aredhel's friend
Lalaith - Aredhel's tutoress
Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer
Naria - Family's goat herder
the phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire
Roa_Aoife - Elenwë's personal guard
Valier - Elenwe's personal chamber maid

Night 3 begins now.

Werepenguins start PMing.
Seer and the penguins send your picks to Nogrod.
Hunter feel free to change your mind when you wish to (send your possible new pick to Nogrod at any time).