Welcome to Tol-in-Gauroth XI 'Fall of the Fall'

[Alcarillo]

Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man

What are these bullets you speak of?

The obligatory anachronism, of course.

I accuse Alcarillo of witchcraft! burn him!!! burn him!!! he turned me into a newt!

It's not witchcraft, it's gunpowder weaponry!

[The Saucepan Man]

Originally Posted by The Perkster

Saucepan Man, that person I am refering too is none other than Cookie Monster. He lives down Martin Luther King Blvd, formerally Riverside Oaks!

Someone call the deprogrammer. I suspect Perky's losing it ...

Originally Posted by Alcarillo

It's not witchcraft, it's gunpowder weaponry!

You turned Gil into a newt with gunpowder? Hmm, curious.

[Gil-Galad]

Alcarillo could have done something with the Gunpowder thingy to kill Holby!

[Márcolië Lamen]

Alas, poor Holby is dead. And so not to infect the others we must find them ourselves. I'll keep a Calculus book upon me at all times in order to knock one upon the head if I find myself in such a position to need one, but what do we do? Three wolves in our little village of 15. A whole fifth of us are wolves, us 80% must protect ourselves somehow to root out them and decrease there numbers to the limit of zero.

[The Saucepan Man]

Originally Posted by Gil-Galad

Alcarillo could have done something with the Gunpowder thingy to kill Holby!

Could be worth following up. We need to work out how Holby died.

Darn! The pathologist is away on the mainland too.

Darn! That's another anachronism ...

[wilwarin538]

Oh my! Not Holby! She was the only one in the village not creeped out by me drawing everything in town. She was amasing to draw, one of the only people I could manage to capture on paper. I will miss her greatly.

And we are trapped, I always knew it was a bad idea to move to an island.

We must find these werewolves and quick. Or else our village will dwindle to an even smaller number then it already is.

[mormegil]

Originally Posted by wilwarin538

Oh my! Not Holby! She was the only one in the village not creeped out by me drawing everything in town. She was amasing to draw, one of the only people I could manage to capture on paper. I will miss her greatly.

My theory is that Wilwa, our little artist, enjoying to draw Holby so much, by her own admission, drew her too many times and got bored with her muse and the finite poses that the living Holby could offer. When Wilwa couldn't stand it any longer she let her desire to draw her favorite muse in a different position to get the best of her and killed her so as to provide her with new material for her twisted art!

[AbercrombieOfRohan]

Once upon a daylight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my cavern door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my cavern door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my cavern door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
a villager there, and nothing more.

Long I stood there looking, peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were the whispered words,
What is it? This I whispered, and the upset villager murmured back the word,
“"Werewolves!” Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the cavern turning, all my soul within me burning,
I needed to make up my mind quickly, something I was not good at, before
"Surely," said I, "surely, I must go down to the village.”
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" I must go help with everything and more."

Down I ran the stately path, and into the village filled with wrath
And asked the village, “Who hath committed this unsightly gore?”
And not a sound reached my ears; though faces were drenched with woeful tears
I have not seen such a tragedy in all my books of lore
Why me, O God? I am but a faithful servant of your lore.
We must kill the wolves and nothing more!

P.S. I will not talk in poetic form the entire time, I just thought Poe was befitting for this dreadful time.

P.P.S. And I know the rhyme scheme is off where I changed some things, deal with it.

[Formendacil]

Clearly, my friends, there must be some connections between these werewolves hidden in our midst. They did not change to their true beings at dusk, and then all "happen" to descend on dear Holbytlass together. They must know each other well in real life.

And who have we seen being chummy so far more than The Saucepan Man and Perky... Indeed, they have been not only chummy, but also rather flippant about the whole affair, going on about smokes and pipeweed, which is really a most disgusting habit, and dangerous to one' health, to boot. Collusion? Perhaps...

Remember who it was that first started casting unwanted suspicions at quite possibly innocent villagers? The Saucepan Man!

Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man

I don't trust those who do not speak much.

I don't trust those who do not vote.

I don't trust those who make accusations without backing them up with good reasons.

and

I don't trust those who change their minds frequently or without reason.

Is he poking fun at himself, or do the latter two suspicions mask a malicious intent in the first two?

I do not know yet whether or not to suspect these two, nor have I any idea who a third person would be if they were guilty, but it is strange that they put themselves forward immediately with illfitting humour and comradeship so soon after this tragic event. It could be a sign of friends we can trust, or it could be a sign of comrades with a darker past...

I do not know yet...

[arcticstorm]

I am horrified to find that this monstrosity has happened under my very nose. I cannot beleive that we have three murderous scoundrels on this island with us, oh the horror of it all, I have failed in my attempt to bring an aspect of spirituality to this island. But we need to remember what is written in the good book, whoever sheds the blood of man by man shall his blood be shed. We need to root out these wolves and put an end to their reign of terror for good.

[Azaelia of Willowbottom]

Oh dear, such a tragedy. Holby...and the birds...*sniff*

I don't suppose anyone needs a basket? No? Well, a girl can hope, can't she?

I say we get out there and hunt down some werewolves!

[arcticstorm]

let us examine what we have here

first of all, we have a death, killed by "wolf-men" or whatever you want to call them.
Second we have no way on earth of determining who is one of them, yet. Hopefully soon one of them will slip up and reveal himself to us, when/if that happens, we need to watch those who defend him, and those who are the first to accuse him. I will be keeping a careful eye on events as they unfold. I do not want to administer injustice and have some innocent blood on my hands.

[The Perky Ent]

Originally Posted by Saucy the o so recent woodsman

Could be worth following up. We need to work out how Holby died.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind hearing more from Alcarillo, since we don't have a lot to go on. And now to The pan who be saucy's question. How did she die.

Well...*takes out a pipe, fills it, lights it, and begins to smoke*

Originally Posted by Our new moddess Goddess

Before them lay Holby's door, it was torn off its hinges.
They ran into the little shack and a pitiful sight met their eyes. Holby, the pigeon-girl, was still in bed lying in a pool of her own blood. A faint gargled whisper escaped her lips.... ...."That's not all," a grim voice answered, "by the looks of things, these werewolves killed all of Holby's birds and from the different sized tracks we're dealing with three of them."

Well, I'd say question number one (as it's the first piece of information) is how the door was knocked down. The entire description of her death is fairly vague. The only people we know of that are skilled in arms are Mormegil (blacksmith), SaucepanMan (big beefy lumberjack), and Alcarillo (silversmith). This is just arms mind you, and I have no doubt the wolves could use their bear (get it? bear! ) claws to knock it down. In terms of who wields what, we know that Mormegil makes swords, and saucy likes his axe. And of course, the most deadly weapon of all, Márcolië Lamen with the calculus book ; ). There are no mentions of marks on the door, but I have no doubt arms would help. They aren't necesarily my prime suspects, but it is something to keep watch on, I guess. Also, let us not forget that the hunter and the ranger also bear arms. Once again, the people I have listed are not necesarily on my suspect list, since I have not made a list yet, and it is too early to tell.


In terms of a bloody pool, that's fair wolves game. And as for the birds, well...smart planning, or someone hates birds. Either way, it's too vague to tell. Any ideas anyone? If you want, you can think it over with some pipeweed. If no one has anywhere else to turn, I myself would be intrigued in Alcarillo's defence from Gil-Galad's acusations.