Roa started the Day by blinking. Then she began: “I was afraid of this....
Quite the conumdrum, indeed.” After that she went on to try and solve it with a host of analysis thrown to her fellow Elves.
Given one more day to live – by his own words, the phantom quickly presented his master plan. Everyone agreed to it. And the flow of analysis – or were they summaries – continued with a steady pace throughout the Day.
Valier had been convinced of Anguirel’s guilt and stated it from the early morning onwards. Soon she started a campaign, holding various plackards, saying:
”ANG MUST GO!!” and ”HE IS EVIL!” and ”DO NOT LET HIM FOOL YOU!” and “KILL, ANG NOW!” and “IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!”
“Wow, Val is going nuts. Is that normal?” the phantom asked confused, sharing the uneasiness with Eancaitare and Firefoot.
“Nuts? I like nuts! mmmmmm nuts”, Valier answered, pulling another protest sign:
”ANG IS NUTS!! NUTS, NUTS, NUTS!“ After that she continued her picketing “ANG IS BAD!” and ”EMPEROR, SHMEMPEROR !!” and “I'M NOT AFRAID OF BIRDS!”
Many were suspected, but the Elves were going basically to two directions, either to Ang or then to Dimwë (although she had taken care of Kitanna’s corpse for the day quite well). At one point Valier even threatened the others with a suicide if Ang wouldn’t be lynched, but it seemed not to help her crusade. Dimwë’s heartbeat dashed. Valier was crying ever louder: “Not her, not her! Wouldn't it be faster if we just kill Ang today? Just leave Dia for today and you will see I am no Loon!!! Kill Ang!” but Firefoot and Encaitare took Dimwë from the shoulders and Anguirel took a chandelier. Just then Roa jumped forward sighing and sided with Valier. “Alright, I don't want to see Diamond dead yet. So it will be you Anguirel!” Firefoot and Encaitare let go of Dimwë.
“I won’t die without a fight!” Anguirel shouted, his eyes flashing. He took a great mace that hung on the ceiling and swung it threateningly.
“Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion! Leave innocents in peace!” Valier answered, picking Kitanna’s ranger sword from the ground.
“I won’t watch this tomfoolery!” Ang declared.
“Do what you will; but I will hinder you, if I may.”
“Hinder me? Thou fool. No chambermaid may hinder me.”
“But no mere chambermaid am I! I am the confidante of Lady Elenwë”
All the beholders were frozen by their fear; no one but Valier had dared to approach Ang in his fury, nor to resist his deadly mace. Roa clenched her hand. Valier should not die, so innocent, so desperate!
Valier swung her sword. As a minstrel Anguirel was used to prancing around and easily warded off the strike. The fact that Valier didn’t hit didn’t lessen his wrath. With a cry of hatred that stung the very ears like venom he let fall his mace. Valier’s arm was broken and she stumbled to her knees. He raised his mace to give another blow.
But suddenly he too stumbled forward with a cry of bitter pain, and his stroke went wide, driving into the ground. Roa’s dagger had stabbed him from behind.
“Valier, Valier!” cried Roa. Then tottering, struggling up, with her last strenghth Valier drove her sword through Anguirel. The sword broke sparkling into many shards.
Anguirel was dead. His Elven body was laying on the floor.
Have we killed our first innocent with our own hands? The question hung grimly in the air, though no one voiced it.
Overtaken by sadness, they turned for the last time to their dead friend Anguirel. To their astonishment they saw that it was no longer the Anguirel they had known that lay on the floor. It was something like this.
When they were still staring it, they saw it slowly being consumed by an inner fire. In minutes, only ash remained.
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~ 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 Night2
JennyHallu - An Embroiderer, lost, not related –
cobbler,
shot dead in to the sea on Day2
Lalaith - Aredhel's tutoress –
seer,
blinded, mutilated and torn apart by the Owl of Minerva on Night3
Eonwe - Turgon's herald -
ordo,
lost in the waves of the dark sea on Day3
Naria - Family's goat herder -
werepenguin,
driven into a gorge by her consicience on Day3
Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer –
ordo,
brains exploded after entering a vicious regression concerning the possible infiniteness of self-reflective consciousness on Night4
Anguirel - Lalwendë's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist -
werepenguin,
pierced by the Ranger sword wielded by Valier, the secret chambermaid on Day4
~ The Living ~
dancing spawn of ungoliant - animals' dung cleaning specialist
Diamond18 - Dimwë the half-wit second cousin of Elenwë
Encaitare - A standard-bearer
Firefoot- Aredhel's friend
the phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire
Roa_Aoife - Elenwë's personal guard
Valier - Elenwë's personal chamber maid
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Congrats to all innocents, you have won.
The official game has now ended.
However, there will be a final final narration that reveals the fates of the Elves and their lady Elenwë, and the origin of the evil penguins, and it will be up in 24 hours.