Werewolf VI (the saga continues in a rather continuous way) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

littlemanpoet · 07-17-2005, 05:47 AM

Either 9:30 a.m. or 12 noon, EDT, depending upon the whims of the moddess goddess.

littlemanpoet · 07-17-2005, 05:54 AM

It seems that way, but I'd prefer if they left no doubt.

Holbytlass · 07-17-2005, 07:30 AM

++SAURREG
I said I'd wait till the last possible second, but Moddess Goddess didn't give one!! GGGRRRRRR!!

Lhunardawen · 07-17-2005, 07:42 AM

Seems to me Holby's beginning to transform with all those growls...

Firefoot · 07-17-2005, 08:09 AM

++Holbytlass

It seems that the only way we're going to achieve a double-lynching is if Saurreg votes for Holby... somehow I don't see that happening. I don't think it really matters if I vote now or after Saurreg votes (if he does).

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-17-2005, 08:19 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by littlemanpoet

Either 9:30 a.m. or 12 noon, EDT, depending upon the whims of the moddess goddess.

My whim was going to be "Okay, my whim says that, with Holby's post, DAY has ended." but then I hit "quote" and saw that Footie got in a tied post. So, my whim has now changed to "You've got until 10:30."

If Saurreg can sneak in in that time, you guys keep from a double lynching. Oh, what a shame that would be.

LMP, you really shouldn't cater to my whims when I've been up all night.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-17-2005, 08:33 AM

Hmm... I guess I misread the votes earlier. Expect Saurreg's death shortly.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-17-2005, 08:55 AM

The villagers surrounded Saurreg unexpectedly. He laughed in their faces.

"No," admonished one of the villager. "He's really a she."
"He is?"
"No, she is."
"Wait, what?"

During this time, Saurreg stepped forward calmly.

"You know... at first I was afraid." [s]he said. The villagers stopped quarreling, confused. "I was petrified. I kept thinking that I could never fool you fellows with my lies. But then we spent several nights plotting how to do you wrong, and I grew strong. We wolves learned how to get along."

"Quite wolf! Get back!" cried the villagers, surprisingly in tune. They stepped forward together in a threatening and well-choreographed way. "Back to your place. Just wipe that innocent and reasonable look off of your face!"

"You should have changed all of your locks." Saurreg told them, a little late, as it were.

"We should have made her leave her key." the villagers muttered.
"If I'd known for any short amount of time how badly she'd bother me..." muttered another villager.
"So... you just felt like explaining and expect us to be meek? Well, we're saving all our meekness for someone that you don't be!"

With that, the villagers stepped forward on cue. In the background, Holby growled menacingly, but mostly harmlessly. She watched it all with a grin. Her late vote had sealed Saurreg's fate, leaving her to kill once more... just to spite the village. There was no picturable way that she could still win... But she could give the Moddess Goddess her deepest desire in taking out the Hunter in one last, entertainingly-narrated battle. Or she could kill a Seer or someone. Either way, she would never win. Pity.

Saurreg was now surrounded. [S]he growled, transforming. Lhuna stepped forward.

"No worries, my doves, I'll handle this." And so she did, reaching forward with one quick motion and finishing off the werewolf Saurreg with a move not unlike what, in the future, would be called the Vulcan death-grip. Saurreg dropped like a rock and changed back into his small and gender-unsure form.

The village had bagged another wolf. They knew the final one. There would be a final death tonight, but what was one sacrifice, when they knew that Holby would die in the morrow?

----------------------------

It is now NIGHT. Holbytlass, send me the name of your spite-kill. Oro and Footie, send me a dream, pointless as it is. I suspect you will both dream of Morm.

Lhuna, you should send me a name post haste. TGWBS and LMP, don't PM each other. Mormegil... remain pointlessly suspicious for a little while longer.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-18-2005, 07:39 AM

She lay deep in dream as the final night crawled by. Suddenly she woke, startled by a polite knock at the door. Oromin got up to answer, quite appropriately cautiously, given yesterday's occurences.

She glanced out the window and was relieved to see Lhuna.

"Have you heard any odd noises?" she asked hurriedly. "Seen anything out of the ordinary?" Orominuialwen shook her head sleepily. She had guessed this might happen.

"She's gone... isn't she?" she murmered, not particularly afraid.

"Yes." said the Hunter shortly. "I've been tracking her for hours, but to no avail. Our wolf has given me the slip."

"No, I've not seen her." Oromin paused, remembering. Suddenly a loud noise erupted from Firefoot's home, across the way. Lhuna turned on her heel and sprinted toward the sound. Oromin went back into her home, closing the door and barring it. She made her way quietly to her bed. Her dreams had been uneasy as of late. Unthinkingly, she scrawled a few lines in her nightly journal. It was an odd comment, but perhaps some of the villagers would appreciate the thought behind it.

As Oromin made to climb into bed, a pale white hand grasped her ankle. She screamed, looking down, to see the body of Holbytlass sliding gracefully from under the frame. She transformed inch by inch as her flesh met the moonlight flooding the room. Oromin froze, calm, her pale white night gown swaying in a non-existant breeze.

"The sound..." she murmered. "A diversion?"

Holbytlass laughed throatily. "Very good, my dear. Amazing how swiftly people will chase flashes and bangs, when a little subtlety does the trick in such a neater fashion."

Oromin had seen it coming. Nightmares of this instant had plagued her for days. She stood bravely, face to face with Holbytlass, now fully transformed. She met her eyes without a tremble. Her shoulders were braced, and she smiled tiredly.

"You may kill me, wolf... but you will die for it. Do you doubt me? I have Seen. It is well known who you are, and what you do. The monster within you has taken your soul completely. You are no longer a maiden of the twilight, but a child of the night, bathed in darkness and fear. I do not fear you, and I do not fear my death. Though please," she added. "have pity and slay me swiftly."

----------------------------------------

The village woke up the next morning to a raging storm. The wolf had evaded the Hunter and it was guessed that the worst had happened. They convened in the village park once again, soaked to the bone by the falling sheets of rain. The wind buffeted them, and lightening lit the sky.

"T'will be a pity to lose her today.... terribly good chef. So clever too..."

A sudden blinding flash struck the lightening rod affixed to Orominuialwen's home. The villagers looked up and gasped. Arranged amongst large pineapples and peppers, chunks of their first Seer's flesh where skewered upon the pole like some sort of macabre shish-kabob. The village sprinted to her home as fast as physics allowed them. The door was sligthly open.

Cautiously they pushed forward and examined the room. There was a small amount of blood on the floor by the bed, but other than that, no signs of struggle. Firefoot glanced to the bedside table and noted the journal. She read aloud in understanding and wonder:

I found it kind of funny... as well as sad....

The dreams in which I died were the best I ever had.

---------------------------------------

DAY has now begun.

Enjoy. You know the rules.

Oh, yes... sorry about the full inbox. I was out buying new toys (a digital camera and HP6 [good book, I recommend it], if you're interested) and couldn't get to my computer to delete until this morning.

mormegil · 07-18-2005, 08:00 AM

What I find comical is that yesterday as a village we knew who the wolves were and yet didn't kill both of them

.

Anyway no need for any real debate

++Holybtlass

I wonder if she dare vote today or not?

Firefoot · 07-17-2005, 08:35 AM

Quote:

If Saurreg can sneak in in that time, you guys keep from a double lynching.

Actually, the only way we could get a double lynching is if Saurreg does show up and vote for Holby. I'm counting 4 votes for Saurreg (TGWBS, Oromin, Morm, Holby) and 3 for Holby (LMP, Lhuna, Firefoot). Saurreg is the only one who hasn't voted.

Edit: Okay, nevermind.

07-17-2005, 07:30 AM	#3
Holbytlass Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2003 Location: The Party Tree Posts: 1,042	++SAURREG I said I'd wait till the last possible second, but Moddess Goddess didn't give one!! GGGRRRRRR!! __________________ Holby is an actual flesh-and-blood person, right? Not, say a sock-puppet of Nilp’s, by any chance? ~Nerwen, WWCIII

07-17-2005, 08:33 AM	#7
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Hmm... I guess I misread the votes earlier. Expect Saurreg's death shortly. __________________ peace

07-17-2005, 08:55 AM	#8
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	The villagers surrounded Saurreg unexpectedly. He laughed in their faces. "No," admonished one of the villager. "He's really a she." "He is?" "No, she is." "Wait, what?" During this time, Saurreg stepped forward calmly. "You know... at first I was afraid." [s]he said. The villagers stopped quarreling, confused. "I was petrified. I kept thinking that I could never fool you fellows with my lies. But then we spent several nights plotting how to do you wrong, and I grew strong. We wolves learned how to get along." "Quite wolf! Get back!" cried the villagers, surprisingly in tune. They stepped forward together in a threatening and well-choreographed way. "Back to your place. Just wipe that innocent and reasonable look off of your face!" "You should have changed all of your locks." Saurreg told them, a little late, as it were. "We should have made her leave her key." the villagers muttered. "If I'd known for any short amount of time how badly she'd bother me..." muttered another villager. "So... you just felt like explaining and expect us to be meek? Well, we're saving all our meekness for someone that you don't be!" With that, the villagers stepped forward on cue. In the background, Holby growled menacingly, but mostly harmlessly. She watched it all with a grin. Her late vote had sealed Saurreg's fate, leaving her to kill once more... just to spite the village. There was no picturable way that she could still win... But she could give the Moddess Goddess her deepest desire in taking out the Hunter in one last, entertainingly-narrated battle. Or she could kill a Seer or someone. Either way, she would never win. Pity. Saurreg was now surrounded. [S]he growled, transforming. Lhuna stepped forward. "No worries, my doves, I'll handle this." And so she did, reaching forward with one quick motion and finishing off the werewolf Saurreg with a move not unlike what, in the future, would be called the Vulcan death-grip. Saurreg dropped like a rock and changed back into his small and gender-unsure form. The village had bagged another wolf. They knew the final one. There would be a final death tonight, but what was one sacrifice, when they knew that Holby would die in the morrow? ---------------------------- It is now NIGHT. Holbytlass, send me the name of your spite-kill. Oro and Footie, send me a dream, pointless as it is. I suspect you will both dream of Morm. Lhuna, you should send me a name post haste. TGWBS and LMP, don't PM each other. Mormegil... remain pointlessly suspicious for a little while longer. __________________ peace

07-18-2005, 07:39 AM	#9
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	She lay deep in dream as the final night crawled by. Suddenly she woke, startled by a polite knock at the door. Oromin got up to answer, quite appropriately cautiously, given yesterday's occurences. She glanced out the window and was relieved to see Lhuna. "Have you heard any odd noises?" she asked hurriedly. "Seen anything out of the ordinary?" Orominuialwen shook her head sleepily. She had guessed this might happen. "She's gone... isn't she?" she murmered, not particularly afraid. "Yes." said the Hunter shortly. "I've been tracking her for hours, but to no avail. Our wolf has given me the slip." "No, I've not seen her." Oromin paused, remembering. Suddenly a loud noise erupted from Firefoot's home, across the way. Lhuna turned on her heel and sprinted toward the sound. Oromin went back into her home, closing the door and barring it. She made her way quietly to her bed. Her dreams had been uneasy as of late. Unthinkingly, she scrawled a few lines in her nightly journal. It was an odd comment, but perhaps some of the villagers would appreciate the thought behind it. As Oromin made to climb into bed, a pale white hand grasped her ankle. She screamed, looking down, to see the body of Holbytlass sliding gracefully from under the frame. She transformed inch by inch as her flesh met the moonlight flooding the room. Oromin froze, calm, her pale white night gown swaying in a non-existant breeze. "The sound..." she murmered. "A diversion?" Holbytlass laughed throatily. "Very good, my dear. Amazing how swiftly people will chase flashes and bangs, when a little subtlety does the trick in such a neater fashion." Oromin had seen it coming. Nightmares of this instant had plagued her for days. She stood bravely, face to face with Holbytlass, now fully transformed. She met her eyes without a tremble. Her shoulders were braced, and she smiled tiredly. "You may kill me, wolf... but you will die for it. Do you doubt me? I have Seen. It is well known who you are, and what you do. The monster within you has taken your soul completely. You are no longer a maiden of the twilight, but a child of the night, bathed in darkness and fear. I do not fear you, and I do not fear my death. Though please," she added. "have pity and slay me swiftly." ---------------------------------------- The village woke up the next morning to a raging storm. The wolf had evaded the Hunter and it was guessed that the worst had happened. They convened in the village park once again, soaked to the bone by the falling sheets of rain. The wind buffeted them, and lightening lit the sky. "T'will be a pity to lose her today.... terribly good chef. So clever too..." A sudden blinding flash struck the lightening rod affixed to Orominuialwen's home. The villagers looked up and gasped. Arranged amongst large pineapples and peppers, chunks of their first Seer's flesh where skewered upon the pole like some sort of macabre shish-kabob. The village sprinted to her home as fast as physics allowed them. The door was sligthly open. Cautiously they pushed forward and examined the room. There was a small amount of blood on the floor by the bed, but other than that, no signs of struggle. Firefoot glanced to the bedside table and noted the journal. She read aloud in understanding and wonder: I found it kind of funny... as well as sad.... The dreams in which I died were the best I ever had. --------------------------------------- DAY has now begun. Enjoy. You know the rules. Oh, yes... sorry about the full inbox. I was out buying new toys (a digital camera and HP6 [good book, I recommend it], if you're interested) and couldn't get to my computer to delete until this morning. __________________ peace Last edited by Feanor of the Peredhil; 07-18-2005 at 07:44 AM.

07-18-2005, 08:00 AM	#10
mormegil Maundering Mage Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Texas Posts: 4,651	What I find comical is that yesterday as a village we knew who the wolves were and yet didn't kill both of them . Anyway no need for any real debate ++Holybtlass I wonder if she dare vote today or not? __________________ “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

07-17-2005, 05:47 AM	#1
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Either 9:30 a.m. or 12 noon, EDT, depending upon the whims of the moddess goddess.

07-17-2005, 05:54 AM	#2
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	It seems that way, but I'd prefer if they left no doubt.

07-17-2005, 07:42 AM	#4
Lhunardawen Hauntress of the Havens Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: IN it, but not OF it Posts: 2,538	Seems to me Holby's beginning to transform with all those growls...

07-17-2005, 08:09 AM	#5
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	++Holbytlass It seems that the only way we're going to achieve a double-lynching is if Saurreg votes for Holby... somehow I don't see that happening. I don't think it really matters if I vote now or after Saurreg votes (if he does).

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