Tol-in-Gaurhoth XXVI - Úcenite Valto

[Diamond18]

I don't think that SpM, Mith, Kath, or even Nogrod are the wolf. That leaves Tp and Ang, and I wouldn't be surprised about them either way -- wolf or innocent. However, SpM's analysis does make me feel like Ang is the more logical choice. But then, SpM is good at that.

[the phantom]

Originally Posted by me

Oh, and nice pic, Ang. She's not bad, but that obviously isn't Fea. L's prettier.

Originally Posted by Fea

You know that won't help you win, right?

Maybe not, but I bet it made you smile.

[the phantom]

Okay, let's put this out of reach. I don't really want to see a coin flip.

--Kath
++Ang

[the phantom]

Where is Ang, by the way? Did he say he was leaving?

It seems like the worst possible time to leave.

[the phantom]

And that vote for you Ang. That's for trying to lynch me on Day 1!

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

In the village ther was dwellynge a poure scoler, hadde lerned art, but al his fantasye was turned for to lerne a thyng most literarye, and koude a certeyn of conclusiouns to demen by interrogaciouns if that men asked hym in certein houres what he wit of tales, and he could say.

And he knew great things, and spoke with great clarity, and he made those around him smile, and during his time in the village, the Dark Lady cared most specifically to speak with him, but she did not, for she could not. A power of will she did not know possessed her kept her from him, but at his final moment, when the village had spoken, and his fate had been sealed, she could say to him many things, and she could ask him many things, and she delighted in his answers in a way she had never known before. And so bifel bidene opon a somers day Anguirel and the Quen spoke within her play.

"What is bettre than Gold?” he responded to her, “Jaspre. What is bettre than Jaspre? Wisdom. And what is bettre than Wisdom? Womman. And what is bettre than a good Womman? No thyng."

And she told him with a laugh, “The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne, is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge.”

And for a time, her Darkness seemed more light. And she told him something: “A few miles from here a frost-stiffened wood waits and keeps watch above a mere; the overhanging bank is a maze of tree-roots mirrored in its surface. At night there, something uncanny happen: the water burns.”

And he did not shiver with fear or wonder, but was curious, as all scholars are, and as they spoke, he forgot his death, and no longer saw the villagers around him, though they spoke to him, and about him, and with him. In his mind, he spoke with the Lady, and they shared many things, and he asked her about the wood and the mere, and the burning water and her Tower, and she told him of her past, and of her present, and for a long time they spoke, but never, she thought, long enough, and she regretted that the village would end his life this evening, now, in moments, in seconds, because he had not been cruel, had not been evil, but had been a scholar, one who delighted in learning what he could, of himself, of her, and of them.

For the first time in this dark, fogged time, the Dark Lady felt a hint of remorse for the cruelty she had thrust upon the village. He did not deserve to die…

And yet… he did.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"They were right." he murmured, looking deep into her eyes.

"And what is it," she whispered, "that they were so right about?"

Her breath was poison on the wind; her laughter was gone from midnight and moonlight, and her presence was nothing more than mist. She was beginning to fade. He responded with strength.

"They say if you stare long enough into an abyss, it begins to stare back."

She laughed hollowly. "And you have stared, O Philosophical One, into this abyss?"

"Your eyes are categorically empty of all humanity." he said, acid on his tongue. "You understand that it is imperative this game of yours end?"

"You speak bravely, for a man about to die."

"I will die with honor and with virtue, and be called a good man, if it be for the good of the many."

"We shall see with what honor and virtue you die, when death does call you, and if it is for the better of those you love." And he stared again, into her eyes across moonlight, for though she was in her Tower and he in his chamber, time did not matter, and the miles did not matter, and he heard claws on his door, and it was said ever after of him that nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death, and when it was done, it was said after, that his life had been good.

[the phantom]

THE LIVING-

Diamond18
Kath
Mithalwen
the phantom
The Saucepan Man

THE DEAD-

Boromir88 (innocent)- bravely faced the gallows on Day 1
mormegil (innocent)- bled by the WWs on Night 2
Eomer of the Rohirrim (Werewolf)- outed by shrewd villagers on Day 2
littlemanpoet (innocent)- lain carefully in grave on Night 3
Estelyn Telcontar (innocent)- kicked the bucket on Day 3
Roa_Aoife (innocent)- dreams invaded by a WW on Night 4
Anguirel (innocent)- lynched by silly villagers on Day 4
Nogrod (innocent)- removed from lynch list by WWs on Night 5

Yesterday's voting-

Ang for Fea (1)
SPM for tp (1)
Mith for Kath (1)
Kath for Ang (1)
Nog for Ang (2)
tp for Kath (2)
Di for tp (2)
SPM take back tp (1)
SPM for Ang (3)
Di take back tp (0)
Di for Ang (4)
tp take back Kath (1)
tp for Ang (5)