T-I-G CVIII: Wolves of the Galadhrim (Game Thread)

[Nerwen]

Rikae woke with a start. At first she was not sure if the fright that had set her heart racing was part of her evil dreams, the sound like faint footfalls just the blood throbbing in her ears. As the mists of sleep cleared, she realised there was indeed someone moving about her talan. Yet, the platform lay clear in the starlight.

She caught a glimpse of movement, a shimmering shadow that did not quite match the background of leaves and tree trunk.

Then she knew: the intruder was wearing one of the hue-shifting cloaks of Lorien.

"Who's there?" she asked uneasily.

With a chuckle, the figure threw back its hood, revealing a hairy lupine snout with glittering fangs.

"Now wouldn't you like to know?" said the werewolf.

"Aiiiee!" Rikae screamed, her cry cut short as the werewolf flung its cloak over her head, holding it tight over her lips and nostrils. The Elf struggled, but she could not match the iron strength of the creature of darkness. Soon she had no more air.

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The Living
Lottie
Farael
Coppermirror


The Dead
Nerwen, throat torn out Night One. (Mod).
Tar-Jêx, thrown off a flet Day One. (Ranger/Lover).
Boro, dragged under by a swan-submarine Night Two. (Ordo).
McCaber, choked on lembas Day Two. (Ordo).
Aganzir, shot with bow-and-arrow Night Three. (Werewolf).
Shasta, hanged with Elven rope Day Three. (Werewolf).
Sally, barbecued Night Four. (Seer).
Kitanna, wrists slashed with leaf-brooch Day Four. (Ordo).
Rikae, smothered with Elven cloak Night Five. (Ordo).


It is now Day Five.