Tol-in-Gaurhoth XXV: All Star Crossed With Nowhere to Go - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Farael · 10-29-2006, 07:47 PM

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Originally Posted by arcticstorm

werecreatures would do, could be very helpful in the future, not that he is one. Farael's challenge of Holby could have been just been panic and confusion, not necessarily something to be suspected. But at the same time, his constant argument that everyone is voting for him because of Lhuna is ridiculous.

Mind you, I've never said all my votes were because of Lhuna... as a matter of fact, last time I posted I had no votes going for me, other than Lhuna's

And for you Fools of a Took that question my words, I am not claiming to be the seer, for that would be foolish indeed. I have played the wrong cards, for very few of you have been in a similar situation with me before and yet.... ask Aiwendil if I go wrong when I get one of my hunches.

'Tis fine my dear villagers, lynch me if you must to clear the air. Just make sure to be smarter to-morrow and see who has been proposing my death the most.

I'd go for arcticstorm almost solely on the basis of the quite above... I never argued that anyone voted for me because of Lhuna!

But if not, I still think Holbytlass is a good target. See how she's been silent after sticking her neck too far out before? I'm telling you but you won't listen, 'tis fine.... the gallows it is for me, but tonight some more of you shall suffer a grizzly death. And I can assure you, that will have nothing to do with my survival, for I am an ordo. Don't believe me? lynch me then, and loose a great asset for your puny village.

Kitanna · 10-29-2006, 07:56 PM

I think if Farael was guilty someone would have come forward to try and defend him because if he was guilty they'd die too. That's why I can't vote to lynch him.

++ Menel

I agree with Morm about him being overly defensive over nothing.

Fintaeph · 10-29-2006, 09:24 PM

I found myself convinced, in turn, by both sides of the debate about Farael. But the fact that no one has come to his defence in any way does seem to strange. So strange, in fact, that all those things I thought bad of him now seem petty. (Of course, now I've come to his defence. I hope that doesn't prove bad for my health.)

My vote is going for Menel. Having reread the log, I must say the defensiveness *is* a little aggressive. It even continued after mormegil (the accuser in question) voted for someone else. Bad vibes. I've got nothing else to go on, so there it is.

++Menel

Farael · 10-29-2006, 09:32 PM

I believe the deadline is well.. RIGHT NOW and nothing much has changed since my last post. Well, I might make it now, but I probably won't survive tomorrow anyway.

++Menel
P.S: If I die, kill Holbytlass for me.

Diamond18 · 10-29-2006, 09:32 PM

Deadline time. Stop posting. Menel is dead. Lovers may commence PMing. Watch for death knell.

Diamond18 · 10-29-2006, 10:02 PM

The Elves gathered at Menel's door, faces stern (yet noble, for they were Elves, after all).

Arctic Storm was the first to bang on his door, crying, "D'you have any mirouvour?" Then he remembered what they were about and amended, "Er, we've come to kill you!"

"Go away," came Menel's voice from inside. "I'm busy."

"Let's break down the door," suggested Naria, nibbling on Lembas.

"I agree," agreed Nogrod. He went to his smithy and grabbed up a pair of red hot tongs. Holby whispered to an oliphaunt, who readied its mighty tusks for action. Kitanna chose her heftiest chamberpot, one with the goods still in it. Fintaeph opted to use a particularly fine quality undead limb of the leg variety. Farael chose to use his bare hands, as mad Elves often do.

They were ready. Holby whispered to her Oliphaunt once more, and with one toss of its head it tore through Menel's front door.

Menel looked up from his table, annoyed. A hulking creature went "Bwaahhlhhghggfur!" Menel set down the needle and thread with which he had been stitching together fingers and pointed his own finger at Farael. "He's evil, I tell you!"

But it was to no avail. Arctic Storm leapt upon him and grabbed his arms, pinning them behind the Mad Scientist's back. Naria threw a piece of lembas at him. Nogrod, Kitanna, and Fintaeph set upon him with their weapons, while Farael danced around the room going, "Hoo hoo hoo hoo!" in a happy, if mad, sort of way.

The dirty deed done, the Elves stepped back and looked upon Menel. Nogrod's tongs stuck out of his chest, the slime from Kitanna's pot clung to him, and the beating he had taken from the undead leg, well, let's just say it wasn't pretty.

One thing was for certain, nobody was particularly shook up over his death, and he was just an Elf, nothing more.

"Haarroooooo!" went the hulking figure on the worktable. They killed it too, just in case.

~*~*~*~

The Living Elves:

Lommy - Ostrich Chaser
Mac - Builder of Gibbets, unemployed for millennia
Kath - Flower Girl
Kitanna - One Legged Chambermaid
JennyHallu - Countess
Nogrod - a Smith of the Billmarins
Valier - Arranger
Holby - Oliphaunt Whisperer
Durelin - Lead Tragic Actor
arcticstorm - Raving Alcoholic and Resident Moocher
morm - City Street Cleaner
Lhuna - Beautiful Girl with Sleeping Sickness
Rune - Humungous Fungus Grower
Naria - Lemba Baker
Farael - Patient suffering from Mad Elf Disease
Rikae - Contortionist
Fintaeph - Mutton Herder and Purveyor of Fine-Quality Undead Prosthetic Limbs

The Dead 'Uns

tgwbs - Tragic Elven Hero and Lover of Diamond - (co-mod) - Stabbed himself eight times and subsequently eaten by the Werebird

Diamond - Elven Maid - (mod) - Crushed in the embrace of the Werebear

Menel - Mad Scientist - (ordo) - Beaten with an undead leg and a chamber pot and stabbed with red hot tongs (Day 1)

Rikae · 10-30-2006, 07:42 AM

I'm here - can't comment now, all tied up,

will read the thread and post this afternoon.
EDIT: Make that tomorrow afternoon! Sorry.

Diamond18 · 10-30-2006, 09:35 PM

After killing Menel, the Elves retreated to their homes and waited warily for Nightfall. Night fell and the moon rose, full and cheeky, above the desert. All was hushed for a while, but then....

An ominous howl split the night, followed by a foreboding flutter of giant wings. Somewhere in the distance came the sound of purring, but evil purring. The night smelt of bear pelt.

Two brave souls crept from their homes, and took up watch before two separate households. They both had a long and uneventful night.

Toward morning, the Watcher began to walk back to his home. Little did he know that from the shadows, a pair of feline eyes were gleaming at him. Evilly.

The Werecat slunk after the Watcher, barely able to silence its purring as it anticipated its kill.

Nogrod, for that is indeed the identity of our valiant hero, stopped at his door. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he looked around, wary. His hand reached for his sword, but alas, he was not fast enough. The Werecat leapt upon him and clamped its mighty jaws onto his throat, snarling in exaltation as it snapped his neck. From there it dragged him into the long grass and tore skin and meat from bone. Another figure joined it and reached out to stroke its gleaming fur (evilly). "Nice kitty," breathed an Elven voice. "Such a pretty kitty...."

Naria, the Werecat, turned to her lover, and purred. Arctic Storm was about to say something more about her feline loveliness when he felt a downdraft. He looked up and saw the Werebird swooping down upon him. Naria screeched and leapt up, trying to bat the giant bird away, but it was to no avail. The Werebird snatched Arctic Storm up in its talons and lifted his screaming head to its vicious beak. It devoured him head first.

The Werecat let lose a wild, heartbroken yowl. She ran after the Werebird as it flew away, but the winged creature of doom only cackled as it disappeared into the night sky. With a single last unearthly sound of torment, Naria ran headfirst into the Ringbearer's Stone. Her skull split open upon impact and she fell to the ground.

Elsewhere, the Werebear tore down the door of another unsuspecting Elf. It raided the house for yummy pots of honey, but found only dirty chamberpots filled with offal. Roaring in anger, the Werebear entered the bedroom and clamped its mighty jaws onto Kitanna's leg, attempting to drag her from her bed. Kitanna screamed and grabbed onto her bedpost, resisting. Years of hauling chamberpots around had given her an exceptionally good grip. At first the bear could not dislodge her, but then gave it some extra effort, and tore Kitanna in two. It ran from the house, Kitanna's lower half in tow. "My sweet teddy bear," said an Elf following after. "Don't fret, I have honey for you...."

Meanwhile, in another part of the enclave, Rune was up late working on his fungus. "You will be the most humungous fungus in all of Harad!" he cooed lovingly to his fungus. He was a lonely guy. No family. No pets. No lover.

He was about to retire for the night when he heard a menacing growl from the door. He spun around and saw the nassssssty yellow eyes of the Werewolf sizing him up. "You will not harm the fungus!" Rune cried. The Werewolf just laughed.

The next morning, Rune was nowhere to be found. That is, until the Elves noticed the freshly minced fertilizer packed around the base of the humungous fungus....

~*~*~*~

The Living Elves:

Lommy - Ostrich Chaser
Mac - Builder of Gibbets, unemployed for millennia
Kath - Flower Girl
JennyHallu - Countess
Valier - Arranger
Holby - Oliphaunt Whisperer
Durelin - Lead Tragic Actor
morm - City Street Cleaner
Lhuna - Beautiful Girl with Sleeping Sickness
Farael - Patient suffering from Mad Elf Disease
Rikae - Contortionist
Fintaeph - Mutton Herder and Purveyor of Fine-Quality Undead Prosthetic Limbs

The Dead 'Uns

tgwbs - Tragic Elven Hero and Lover of Diamond - (co-mod) - Stabbed himself eight times and subsequently eaten by the Werebird

Diamond - Elven Maid - (mod) - Crushed in the embrace of the Werebear

Menel - Mad Scientist - (ordo) - Beaten with an undead leg and a chamber pot and stabbed with red hot tongs (Day 1)

Nogrod - a Smith of the Billmarins - (watcher) - Savagely murdered by the Werecat and devoured in the long grass (Night 2)

Arctic Storm - Raving Alcoholic, Resident Moocher, and Lover of Naria (lover) - Devoured head first by the Werebird (Night 2)

Naria - Lemba Baker - (werecat) - Dashed out her brains on the Ringbearer's Rock (Night 2)

Kitanna - One Legged Chambermaid - (ordo) - Ripped in two by the Werebear (Night 2)

Rune - Humungous Fungus Grower - (ordo) - Minced up into fertilizer by the Werewolf (Night 2)

10-29-2006, 07:56 PM	#2
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,132	I think if Farael was guilty someone would have come forward to try and defend him because if he was guilty they'd die too. That's why I can't vote to lynch him. ++ Menel I agree with Morm about him being overly defensive over nothing. __________________ "Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain

10-29-2006, 09:32 PM	#4
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	I believe the deadline is well.. RIGHT NOW and nothing much has changed since my last post. Well, I might make it now, but I probably won't survive tomorrow anyway. ++Menel P.S: If I die, kill Holbytlass for me. __________________ I prepared Explosive Runes this morning.

10-29-2006, 09:32 PM	#5
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	Deadline time. Stop posting. Menel is dead. Lovers may commence PMing. Watch for death knell. __________________ All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.

10-29-2006, 10:02 PM	#6
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	The Elves gathered at Menel's door, faces stern (yet noble, for they were Elves, after all). Arctic Storm was the first to bang on his door, crying, "D'you have any mirouvour?" Then he remembered what they were about and amended, "Er, we've come to kill you!" "Go away," came Menel's voice from inside. "I'm busy." "Let's break down the door," suggested Naria, nibbling on Lembas. "I agree," agreed Nogrod. He went to his smithy and grabbed up a pair of red hot tongs. Holby whispered to an oliphaunt, who readied its mighty tusks for action. Kitanna chose her heftiest chamberpot, one with the goods still in it. Fintaeph opted to use a particularly fine quality undead limb of the leg variety. Farael chose to use his bare hands, as mad Elves often do. They were ready. Holby whispered to her Oliphaunt once more, and with one toss of its head it tore through Menel's front door. Menel looked up from his table, annoyed. A hulking creature went "Bwaahhlhhghggfur!" Menel set down the needle and thread with which he had been stitching together fingers and pointed his own finger at Farael. "He's evil, I tell you!" But it was to no avail. Arctic Storm leapt upon him and grabbed his arms, pinning them behind the Mad Scientist's back. Naria threw a piece of lembas at him. Nogrod, Kitanna, and Fintaeph set upon him with their weapons, while Farael danced around the room going, "Hoo hoo hoo hoo!" in a happy, if mad, sort of way. The dirty deed done, the Elves stepped back and looked upon Menel. Nogrod's tongs stuck out of his chest, the slime from Kitanna's pot clung to him, and the beating he had taken from the undead leg, well, let's just say it wasn't pretty. One thing was for certain, nobody was particularly shook up over his death, and he was just an Elf, nothing more. "Haarroooooo!" went the hulking figure on the worktable. They killed it too, just in case. ~~~*~ The Living Elves: Lommy - Ostrich Chaser Mac - Builder of Gibbets, unemployed for millennia Kath - Flower Girl Kitanna - One Legged Chambermaid JennyHallu - Countess Nogrod - a Smith of the Billmarins Valier - Arranger Holby - Oliphaunt Whisperer Durelin - Lead Tragic Actor arcticstorm - Raving Alcoholic and Resident Moocher morm - City Street Cleaner Lhuna - Beautiful Girl with Sleeping Sickness Rune - Humungous Fungus Grower Naria - Lemba Baker Farael - Patient suffering from Mad Elf Disease Rikae - Contortionist Fintaeph - Mutton Herder and Purveyor of Fine-Quality Undead Prosthetic Limbs The Dead 'Uns tgwbs - Tragic Elven Hero and Lover of Diamond - (co-mod) - Stabbed himself eight times and subsequently eaten by the Werebird Diamond - Elven Maid - (mod) - Crushed in the embrace of the Werebear Menel - Mad Scientist - (ordo) - Beaten with an undead leg and a chamber pot and stabbed with red hot tongs (Day 1) __________________ All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.

10-30-2006, 07:42 AM	#7
Rikae Mellifluous Maia Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: A glade open to the stars, deep in Nan Elmoth Posts: 3,489	I'm here - can't comment now, all tied up, will read the thread and post this afternoon. EDIT: Make that tomorrow afternoon! Sorry. Last edited by Rikae; 10-30-2006 at 08:09 PM.

10-29-2006, 09:24 PM	#3
Fintaeph Pile O'Bones Join Date: Oct 2006 Posts: 11	I found myself convinced, in turn, by both sides of the debate about Farael. But the fact that no one has come to his defence in any way does seem to strange. So strange, in fact, that all those things I thought bad of him now seem petty. (Of course, now I've come to his defence. I hope that doesn't prove bad for my health.) My vote is going for Menel. Having reread the log, I must say the defensiveness is a little aggressive. It even continued after mormegil (the accuser in question) voted for someone else. Bad vibes. I've got nothing else to go on, so there it is. ++Menel

10-30-2006, 09:35 PM	#8
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	After killing Menel, the Elves retreated to their homes and waited warily for Nightfall. Night fell and the moon rose, full and cheeky, above the desert. All was hushed for a while, but then.... An ominous howl split the night, followed by a foreboding flutter of giant wings. Somewhere in the distance came the sound of purring, but evil purring. The night smelt of bear pelt. Two brave souls crept from their homes, and took up watch before two separate households. They both had a long and uneventful night. Toward morning, the Watcher began to walk back to his home. Little did he know that from the shadows, a pair of feline eyes were gleaming at him. Evilly. The Werecat slunk after the Watcher, barely able to silence its purring as it anticipated its kill. Nogrod, for that is indeed the identity of our valiant hero, stopped at his door. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he looked around, wary. His hand reached for his sword, but alas, he was not fast enough. The Werecat leapt upon him and clamped its mighty jaws onto his throat, snarling in exaltation as it snapped his neck. From there it dragged him into the long grass and tore skin and meat from bone. Another figure joined it and reached out to stroke its gleaming fur (evilly). "Nice kitty," breathed an Elven voice. "Such a pretty kitty...." Naria, the Werecat, turned to her lover, and purred. Arctic Storm was about to say something more about her feline loveliness when he felt a downdraft. He looked up and saw the Werebird swooping down upon him. Naria screeched and leapt up, trying to bat the giant bird away, but it was to no avail. The Werebird snatched Arctic Storm up in its talons and lifted his screaming head to its vicious beak. It devoured him head first. The Werecat let lose a wild, heartbroken yowl. She ran after the Werebird as it flew away, but the winged creature of doom only cackled as it disappeared into the night sky. With a single last unearthly sound of torment, Naria ran headfirst into the Ringbearer's Stone. Her skull split open upon impact and she fell to the ground. Elsewhere, the Werebear tore down the door of another unsuspecting Elf. It raided the house for yummy pots of honey, but found only dirty chamberpots filled with offal. Roaring in anger, the Werebear entered the bedroom and clamped its mighty jaws onto Kitanna's leg, attempting to drag her from her bed. Kitanna screamed and grabbed onto her bedpost, resisting. Years of hauling chamberpots around had given her an exceptionally good grip. At first the bear could not dislodge her, but then gave it some extra effort, and tore Kitanna in two. It ran from the house, Kitanna's lower half in tow. "My sweet teddy bear," said an Elf following after. "Don't fret, I have honey for you...." Meanwhile, in another part of the enclave, Rune was up late working on his fungus. "You will be the most humungous fungus in all of Harad!" he cooed lovingly to his fungus. He was a lonely guy. No family. No pets. No lover. He was about to retire for the night when he heard a menacing growl from the door. He spun around and saw the nassssssty yellow eyes of the Werewolf sizing him up. "You will not harm the fungus!" Rune cried. The Werewolf just laughed. The next morning, Rune was nowhere to be found. That is, until the Elves noticed the freshly minced fertilizer packed around the base of the humungous fungus.... ~~~*~ The Living Elves: Lommy - Ostrich Chaser Mac - Builder of Gibbets, unemployed for millennia Kath - Flower Girl JennyHallu - Countess Valier - Arranger Holby - Oliphaunt Whisperer Durelin - Lead Tragic Actor morm - City Street Cleaner Lhuna - Beautiful Girl with Sleeping Sickness Farael - Patient suffering from Mad Elf Disease Rikae - Contortionist Fintaeph - Mutton Herder and Purveyor of Fine-Quality Undead Prosthetic Limbs The Dead 'Uns tgwbs - Tragic Elven Hero and Lover of Diamond - (co-mod) - Stabbed himself eight times and subsequently eaten by the Werebird Diamond - Elven Maid - (mod) - Crushed in the embrace of the Werebear Menel - Mad Scientist - (ordo) - Beaten with an undead leg and a chamber pot and stabbed with red hot tongs (Day 1) Nogrod - a Smith of the Billmarins - (watcher) - Savagely murdered by the Werecat and devoured in the long grass (Night 2) Arctic Storm - Raving Alcoholic, Resident Moocher, and Lover of Naria (lover) - Devoured head first by the Werebird (Night 2) Naria - Lemba Baker - (werecat) - Dashed out her brains on the Ringbearer's Rock (Night 2) Kitanna - One Legged Chambermaid - (ordo) - Ripped in two by the Werebear (Night 2) Rune - Humungous Fungus Grower - (ordo) - Minced up into fertilizer by the Werewolf (Night 2) __________________ All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.