TIG XCIV– WHere the Stars Are Strange (Game thread)

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Originally Posted by Inziladun

++Shasta

It's only proper.

Technically you didn't even have to vote.

[Inziladun]

Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Technically you didn't even have to vote.

I'm a stickler for procedure.

[Thinlómien]

Originally Posted by Inziladun

I'm a stickler for procedure.

Yes, and now someone else has to vote too keep it even!

++Pitch

It feels very stupid to vote a wolf you only caught because he confessed... Kudos again, Pitch! That was quite masterful.


ps.

Originally Posted by Pitch

I'm actually pretty sure Nerwen never intended to throw an unkillable Seer at us and there would have been some chance to kill you next Night,

Yes. 50-50 chance, to be specific.

[Pomegranate]

Thanks guys. You were amazing.

And to be honest, all I was commenting on this morning was how badly I ended up playing, suspicion-wise - I don't think I suspected any of you at any point during the game. Nog a bit, but he spoke himself out of it. After all that sharpness :P But you were REALLY good, it's sad it ended with an unfair situation like this.

Lottie - thank you for suspecting me, I never get suspected and it was nice fighting with you a bit, especially as it ended up being two innocents against each other.

[Nerwen]

Sorry, wolves – I was trying to get a balance between making the game winnable for the Acolyte, without making it impossible for whatever side she *didn't* choose, but I think I erred on the side of the first. I just never expected Lommy would get the whole village on side so easily once she came out.

[A Little Green]

You're kidding me. Pitch? Honestly? You were the one I was quite positive wasn't a wolf. Anyway, kudos to you 4, you did an amazing job! As well as kudos to our two Seers who more or less swung the game for us - I don't think we'd have stood a chance against a wolf pack of Nog-Boro-Shasta-Pitch!

[Nerwen]

"This is nothing but a great opportunity for the village, " said Inziladun, when it was found that Lommy had, by some mysterious agency, survived the night. "Now, if only we had some idea of who the spies might be..."

"Here. Let me help you out." Guard-lieutenant Shastanis Althreduin, his face grim and set, stepped forward. "I am a spy! There is no way, I see, for us to win– so let us die with glory!"

"Seize him!" the others cried, rushing forward. "Tear him limb from limb! Throw him to the serpents! Skin him alive!"

"Nay," said Shasta, glaring at them with such pride and fierceness that they fell back in dismay. "Ye shall not slay me, dogs of Southrons! For Gondor!"

And he threw himself on his sword.

"Shasta!" gasped he who had called himself Captain Pitchwife of Umbar, running to the dying man's side. "My last comrade shall not die alone!" He turned the gaze of a cornered wolf on the assembled Haradrim. "Do your worst, minions of Mordor!"

But when the others finally gathered up the courage to lay hands on the false Corsair, he neither spoke nor moved, merely gazed straight ahead with fixed eyes that even now were lightening to uncanny Númenórean grey. Lommy examined him and declared that he was dead on his feet.

"If's almost as if he just...willed himself to die..." she said in wonder, making the protective sign of the Serpent.

This fearful portent (as many took it to be) cast a momentary shadow over the company, but this was lifted as they beheld the longed-for sight of the last two spies transforming in death into their true, hateful shapes, and realised the struggle was over.

"Finally," Sally proclaimed, "She Who Now Walks Among the Gods has been avenged! All Hail Acolyte Thinlómien, Saviour of the South!"

Great was the rejoicing that day, greater still the next when all the populace flocked to see the triumphal parade. Trumpets played, guards in jewelled armoured marched, sorcerers performed dazzling displays of magical pyrotechnics and Pomegranate and A Little Green led troops of slave-girls in a succession of graceful and intricate dances, while Lommy herself rode down the Imperial Avenue in a gilded howdah mounted on the back of a white mûmak. Even Lottie was allowed to give a public demonstration of her magical skills, and, for once, nobody was more than mildly singed. (The only frown to be seen was on the face of Treasurer Inziladun, who had to keep an eye on expenses.)

Magnificent as the celebrations were, they were eclipsed altogether by those held shortly afterward when Thinlómien the Glorious, Saviour of the South, mounted the Serpent Throne as the newly-crowned Empress of Harad!

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Living
Sally –Messenger girl.
Pomegranate –Entertainer.
A Little Green –The Empress's favourite snake-charmer.
Lottie –Accident-prone sorcerer's apprentice.
Inziladun –Minister of the Treasury.
Lommy! –Court physician.


Dead
The Empress of Harad. Mod. –assassinated in her sleep.
Bom Tombadillo –Greatly afflicted beggar. Ordo. –multiple stab wounds.
Eruhen –Court eunuch. Ordo. –burned to death on the Empress's funeral pyre.
Rikae –Empress's handmaiden. Royal Executioner. –garotted with own wire.
Nogrod –Camel and coffee trader. Spy. –poisoned with own merchandise.
Galadriel55 –Professional assassin. Captain of the Guard. –neck broken in stairwell fight.
Legate of Amon Lanc –Legate of Khand. Ordo. –crushed to death by an enormous waggon.
Steve –Court Jester (from Umbar). Envoy of Morder. –sliced up by the spies on Night Four.
Boromir88 –Wealthy mûmak breeder. Spy. Trampled by own mûmakil.
Shasta –Particularly attentive guard-lieutenant. Spy. Threw himself on his sword.
Pitchwife –Captain in the "Provisional Royal Númenórean Navy" and emissary of Angamaitë IX, Lord of Umbar. Spy. Chose death by the grace granted of old to the Men of Westernesse.

Village wins! Acolyte wins!

[Pitchwife]

Originally Posted by Nerwen

Sorry, wolves – I was trying to get a balance between making the game winnable for the Acolyte, without making it impossible for whatever side she *didn't* choose, but I think I erred on the side of the first. I just never expected Lommy would get the whole village on side so easily once she came out.

Like Boro said, she was so specific about the details that it was highly unlikely she made all that up. Maybe we could have tried to use the fact that she was still alive on Day 5 to discredit her, if the narration hadn't made it clear that we'd tried to kill her and failed... or maybe the village would have seen through it.

Anyway, it still was an interesting game. Initially, the adding of a mysterious secret role was a gift of god to us wolves, and Eruhen's unexplained death another; in the end, it was our downfall, but who knows - if Eönwë hadn't dreamed Lommy in his last Night, or hadn't cleared Zil, who knows how things might have gone? With experimental roles and rules, it's next to impossible to foresee every situation that may arise, but that doesn't mean it's not fun to try them out.

Also, the setting was a nice idea, and I loved your narrations (especially when you quoted verbatim from our kill PMs, but the rest as well). Thanks for modding!

Originally Posted by A Little Green

You're kidding me. Pitch? Honestly? You were the one I was quite positive wasn't a wolf.

It's been a pleasure to reciprocate for the many times you fooled me in the past.

Originally Posted by A Little Green

As well as kudos to our two Seers who more or less swung the game for us - I don't think we'd have stood a chance against a wolf pack of Nog-Boro-Shasta-Pitch!

I must admit we were almost a little sorry for the village on Night 1, but the Gods punished our hubris.
I echo the kudos to the Seers (Eönwë, was that your first time seering? If
so, fine debut!), but the rest of the village shouldn't sell themselves short either. Good game, everyone!

[Inziladun]

Originally Posted by Pitchwife

Btw Zil, my friend, you are a major pain in the neck when you're on the other side. (In other words, well played.)

Thanks! That's always my goal when I'm innocent, but it doesn't always work out that way.

For the wolves, you lot were a most fearful pack. What a combination! If Steve hadn't gotten Nog in a dream, I think the outcome could have been substantially different. I'm just glad we didn't lynch our Seer. T'was a near thing.

And thanks for the game, Nerwen. Amazing narrations.

[Galadriel55]

Good game, everyone!

Nerwen, I loved your narrations! Thanks!

Wolves - well done! Still! After that fatal Night with no kill I was kinda hoping you'd win regardless of the no-kill, as unpatriotic as that sounds.

Seers - I second/third/whatever the kudos! *applauds*


On D2 I was most annoyed with myself, because on N2 I was debating whether to protect Rikae and Greenie, and chose Greenie.


So what happened to Eruhen? Nerwen foresaw the debate about the alcolyte's involvement in the narration:

This was generally held to be a most touching act of loyalty, though there were those who, claiming to have seen a shadow moving on the curtain behind him, firmly believed he had been pushed.

There was one thing Shasta said that made me laugh, because of it's double meaning (and that was way before the wolf-reveal):

Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Well, that makes me feel a little better about myself.

Identity crisis?


Edit: xed with Zil

For the wolves, you lot were a most fearful pack.

Seconded!