Werewolf XLII, Mist in the Barrow Downs - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Aganzir · 02-07-2008, 07:51 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Farael

The game will start on Friday, February 8th at 9 AM Central Time, or 1 PM GMT

Isn't it 3 PM GMT I think?

And I think three wolves would be fine, whether there are 13 (like now) or 15 players.

Farael · 02-07-2008, 12:50 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Aganzir

Isn't it 3 PM GMT I think?

And I think three wolves would be fine, whether there are 13 (like now) or 15 players.

Ach, 3 PM GMT (see why I like using MY timezone?)

Ok, official list again

Aganzir
Legate
Nogrod
Lommy
McCaber
Sally
Gwathagor
A Little Green
Macalaure
Nerwen
Meneltarmacil
Rikae
Shasta

That's 13 players. I guess due to popular vote we'll go with three wolves and a seer. I'd much rather have 15 players if we're gonna have 3 wolves, so if you can think of anyone else to bug into joining the game, do bug them.

Farael · 02-08-2008, 09:14 AM

After a lengthy discussion, the mist seemed to return, thicker than ever. There was no sound other than the voices of the participants on this ‘new’ kind of game designed by the Dungeon Master

-“GAME Master” Said Thinlomien. Rikae began to answer “Well, in German it would actually be..” but she was cut-off by a guttural voice that seemed to raise from the soil itself

-“Silence you fools do you not recognize death when you see it?”

-“Well, not to be difficult, but it is hard to see much in this mist. “ said a voice, but no-one seemed to recognize Macalaure speaking.

-“Does anyone have a cookie? I am starving over here” added Farael seemingly oblivious to the supposed dark, threatening ambience that the D/GM was trying to establish.

-“Well” said the voice “You leave me no other choice... It seems you will not be quiet on your own” and began to chant

Stiff be limbs and cold be bone

Dead the heart and flesh of stone

Gather all ‘round my dark throne

Speak no more, light be-gone

And right there and then a deep sleepiness overcame all of them. With one last mighty effort of will, Farael summoned all his remaining and quickly waxing strength to mutter “creepy...” but all the others were fast asleep and did not hear him say so.

Night 1 has started Please, do not post on this thread until the beginning of Day 1

Game information:

Three wolves

One Seer

No other game-relevant roles. No twists. No double-lynches (in case of a tie, the one to be lynched will be chosen by a coin toss).

Should me and Roa fail to be around for the Deadline (3 PM GMT) posting will be allowed, but no late votes (going by the time-stamps on the posts) will be accepted. Announcements (such as “I’m going to miss Day x “ or “Sorry I missed voting on day z, my dog ate... Farael :S We got him out, but now he’s rambling-mad. Well, even more than before) should be made on this thread.

Behaviour that the co-mods decide may affect the enjoyment of the game by other players will not be accepted and the player will be warned first and removed if the behaviour continues. A clear example would be an unexplained, prolonged lack of participation, but any other behaviour that may disrupt the game will be addressed.

If you have not received a PM with a role when you read this, you are an ordo. Please make sure you are set as invisible throughout the duration of the game.

Wolves, you may PM to each other and plot. Half werewolves do not get to PM each other. Being a half-werewolf does not ensure that you cannot be another role (i.e. one can be a half-werewolf and a "werewolf" at the same time... or half-werewolf and Seer.)

Finally, Seer and Wolves, before the end of the Night, send both me and Roa your chosen kills/dreams (the Seer gets a dream tonight, but the wolves do not get a kill)

Farael · 02-09-2008, 09:20 AM

The day dawned bright and lovely. Grass grew on the barrows and the birds sang. Unfortunately for the players, they were now trapped inside one of those nasty barrows.

"Why are we all dressed like this?" Asked Lommy
"Oh, it must be the curse of the Barrow Wights" Said Farael
"What are you doing here? you are supposed to be dead!" replied the penguin lady.

"Well, that's a nice thing to say... hey Roa... Roa?" Then they noticed that there was someone missing indeed.

They searched the barrow up and down, and all they found was a note. Nogrod picked it up and read "You thought a normal D&D game was too easy for you. Now you shall face the horrors of... werewolves in the barrow downs"

"NouuuuuuuUUUUUU" screamed he. "My half-brethen are here. I must confess to you all, I was sired by a werewolf myself. Fear not, I do not turn murderous every night, but shaving in the mornings is always a pain. However, it seems that some of us have turned into real wolves"

"Fear not! I know the way out of this place" said Farael "Then we can each go our own way and we'll be safe. Or at least, safer than being trapped in a small space with three werewolves"

"How do you know there are three of them?" Replied Rikae.

"eh... uh...."

"That IS fairly odd of you to say" added Gwathagor "Get him!!"

"Wait, wait! I can explain!" And he did. He talked for an hour, then answered fifteen minutes of questions, and at the end of his talk everyone was reassured that Farael was not a Werewolf. Then, due to a structural mishap with the ceiling of the barrow, there was a small cave-in... RIGHT where Farael was standing. Everyone was shocked, and then a voice said

"Deus ex machina, we meet again. Now you should all probably get to work and find yourself someone who IS a werewolf" And no more was heard of Farael.
--------------------------------------------------------
The living:

Aganzir
Legate
Nogrod
Lommy
McCaber
Sally
Gwathagor
A Little Green
Macalaure
Nerwen
Meneltarmacil
Rikae
Shasta

The dead
Roa: Eaten by werewolves, or otherwise gone missing
Farael: Killed by a convenient plot-twist

The tally
Three Werewolves
One Seer

The note

You may all post now. Keep in mind the half-werewolves are not necessarily anything special.

Aganzir · 02-09-2008, 10:17 AM

"Oh well. If he thought a normal D&D game was too easy, why on earth didn't he try Rolemaster with all those additional rules first?" Aganzir stepped on a stony bed that made a nice stage. She rolled her eyes at the blank-faced spectators who were sitting in a row on the other side of the barrow.

"My mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and even older relatives have always complained about normal day 1 topics, but it's only now that I understand why they exist. Someone always has to be the first one to start discussing and things like the quiet/loud discussion are easy and safe ways to do that.
However, each and every one of us already has some experience about a situation like this, even if it wasn't more than the tales told by ancestors, so our opinions should be known by now..." she was interrupted by the angrily waving Gwathagor, "oh, except Gwathy's! Well, I won't forbid you to share your opinion about whether you think quiet or loud wolves are more dangerous, whether quiet or loud players should be lynched first and so on... But I don't really expect to see you others wasting a day discussing only that."

Aganzir sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Well, not that I have said anything more useful then, either. I'm just trying to get things rolling. It's rather boring to have a monologue if the audience is sleeping."

She rose and walked to a corner. "I must go now for a while and see that my little pets are alright - my squirrel and frog are surely already missing me, and my water buffalo hopefully also. But I hope to hear all your pretty voices when I return."

With that, she disappeared into the shadows. "How rude! She doesn't even bother to practise what she preaches," the others said.

Rikae · 02-09-2008, 10:58 AM

"Thank you, Agan, for putting words in our mouths" said the lady with the turquoise skin in a voice sweet as honey. "How rude of her..."
She smirked, then went on:
"Mist! Here I thought I overslept, and no one has spoken yet save that Aganzir person! Something has to be done to rouse this village... now what could I do? Oh, I know:

I am the weaver!

No, wait, how about this:
Nogrod is a wolf! I know it! Look at him skulking there in the corner, I can just see his fangs gleaming.

Well, seriously, we have our work cut out for us in this game, with three wolves among thirteen (why couldn't we have a lucky-number burgler in the mix?) I know it's intimidating to start speaking early in the day, but we must if we're going to get anywhere. I believe we can catch a wolf toDay if everyone talks and we use our logic and intuition together (and avoid frivolous bandwaggons) so c'mon, people, wake up and give us your thoughts, hunches, what have you.
I'm going to have to wander off the downs in a couple hours to take my daughter to a birthday party in Buckland, but I'll return well before sundown.

What do you mean I should show you the way out too? You're not invited to the party!"

The turquoise lady sat down with her back against a comfy standing-stone, took a sandwich out of her bag and proceeded to eat her very late breakfast.

Rikae · 02-09-2008, 12:22 PM

Three hours since dawn and still nothing? Come on, people - this is ridiculous. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

02-08-2008, 09:14 AM	#3
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	After a lengthy discussion, the mist seemed to return, thicker than ever. There was no sound other than the voices of the participants on this ‘new’ kind of game designed by the Dungeon Master -“GAME Master” Said Thinlomien. Rikae began to answer “Well, in German it would actually be..” but she was cut-off by a guttural voice that seemed to raise from the soil itself -“Silence you fools do you not recognize death when you see it?” -“Well, not to be difficult, but it is hard to see much in this mist. “ said a voice, but no-one seemed to recognize Macalaure speaking. -“Does anyone have a cookie? I am starving over here” added Farael seemingly oblivious to the supposed dark, threatening ambience that the D/GM was trying to establish. -“Well” said the voice “You leave me no other choice... It seems you will not be quiet on your own” and began to chant Stiff be limbs and cold be bone Dead the heart and flesh of stone Gather all ‘round my dark throne Speak no more, light be-gone And right there and then a deep sleepiness overcame all of them. With one last mighty effort of will, Farael summoned all his remaining and quickly waxing strength to mutter “creepy...” but all the others were fast asleep and did not hear him say so. Night 1 has started Please, do not post on this thread until the beginning of Day 1 Game information: Three wolves One Seer No other game-relevant roles. No twists. No double-lynches (in case of a tie, the one to be lynched will be chosen by a coin toss). Should me and Roa fail to be around for the Deadline (3 PM GMT) posting will be allowed, but no late votes (going by the time-stamps on the posts) will be accepted. Announcements (such as “I’m going to miss Day x “ or “Sorry I missed voting on day z, my dog ate... Farael :S We got him out, but now he’s rambling-mad. Well, even more than before) should be made on this thread. Behaviour that the co-mods decide may affect the enjoyment of the game by other players will not be accepted and the player will be warned first and removed if the behaviour continues. A clear example would be an unexplained, prolonged lack of participation, but any other behaviour that may disrupt the game will be addressed. If you have not received a PM with a role when you read this, you are an ordo. Please make sure you are set as invisible throughout the duration of the game. Wolves, you may PM to each other and plot. Half werewolves do not get to PM each other. Being a half-werewolf does not ensure that you cannot be another role (i.e. one can be a half-werewolf and a "werewolf" at the same time... or half-werewolf and Seer.) Finally, Seer and Wolves, before the end of the Night, send both me and Roa your chosen kills/dreams (the Seer gets a dream tonight, but the wolves do not get a kill) __________________ I prepared Explosive Runes this morning.

02-09-2008, 09:20 AM	#4
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	The day dawned bright and lovely. Grass grew on the barrows and the birds sang. Unfortunately for the players, they were now trapped inside one of those nasty barrows. "Why are we all dressed like this?" Asked Lommy "Oh, it must be the curse of the Barrow Wights" Said Farael "What are you doing here? you are supposed to be dead!" replied the penguin lady. "Well, that's a nice thing to say... hey Roa... Roa?" Then they noticed that there was someone missing indeed. They searched the barrow up and down, and all they found was a note. Nogrod picked it up and read "You thought a normal D&D game was too easy for you. Now you shall face the horrors of... werewolves in the barrow downs" "NouuuuuuuUUUUUU" screamed he. "My half-brethen are here. I must confess to you all, I was sired by a werewolf myself. Fear not, I do not turn murderous every night, but shaving in the mornings is always a pain. However, it seems that some of us have turned into real wolves" "Fear not! I know the way out of this place" said Farael "Then we can each go our own way and we'll be safe. Or at least, safer than being trapped in a small space with three werewolves" "How do you know there are three of them?" Replied Rikae. "eh... uh...." "That IS fairly odd of you to say" added Gwathagor "Get him!!" "Wait, wait! I can explain!" And he did. He talked for an hour, then answered fifteen minutes of questions, and at the end of his talk everyone was reassured that Farael was not a Werewolf. Then, due to a structural mishap with the ceiling of the barrow, there was a small cave-in... RIGHT where Farael was standing. Everyone was shocked, and then a voice said "Deus ex machina, we meet again. Now you should all probably get to work and find yourself someone who IS a werewolf" And no more was heard of Farael. -------------------------------------------------------- The living: Aganzir Legate Nogrod Lommy McCaber Sally Gwathagor A Little Green Macalaure Nerwen Meneltarmacil Rikae Shasta The dead Roa: Eaten by werewolves, or otherwise gone missing Farael: Killed by a convenient plot-twist The tally Three Werewolves One Seer The note You may all post now. Keep in mind the half-werewolves are not necessarily anything special. __________________ I prepared Explosive Runes this morning.

02-09-2008, 10:17 AM	#5
Aganzir Woman of Secret Shadow Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells Posts: 4,511	"Oh well. If he thought a normal D&D game was too easy, why on earth didn't he try Rolemaster with all those additional rules first?" Aganzir stepped on a stony bed that made a nice stage. She rolled her eyes at the blank-faced spectators who were sitting in a row on the other side of the barrow. "My mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and even older relatives have always complained about normal day 1 topics, but it's only now that I understand why they exist. Someone always has to be the first one to start discussing and things like the quiet/loud discussion are easy and safe ways to do that. However, each and every one of us already has some experience about a situation like this, even if it wasn't more than the tales told by ancestors, so our opinions should be known by now..." she was interrupted by the angrily waving Gwathagor, "oh, except Gwathy's! Well, I won't forbid you to share your opinion about whether you think quiet or loud wolves are more dangerous, whether quiet or loud players should be lynched first and so on... But I don't really expect to see you others wasting a day discussing only that." Aganzir sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Well, not that I have said anything more useful then, either. I'm just trying to get things rolling. It's rather boring to have a monologue if the audience is sleeping." She rose and walked to a corner. "I must go now for a while and see that my little pets are alright - my squirrel and frog are surely already missing me, and my water buffalo hopefully also. But I hope to hear all your pretty voices when I return." With that, she disappeared into the shadows. "How rude! She doesn't even bother to practise what she preaches," the others said. __________________ He bit me, and I was not gentle.

02-09-2008, 10:58 AM	#6
Rikae Mellifluous Maia Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: A glade open to the stars, deep in Nan Elmoth Posts: 3,489	"Thank you, Agan, for putting words in our mouths" said the lady with the turquoise skin in a voice sweet as honey. "How rude of her..." She smirked, then went on: "Mist! Here I thought I overslept, and no one has spoken yet save that Aganzir person! Something has to be done to rouse this village... now what could I do? Oh, I know: I am the weaver! No, wait, how about this: Nogrod is a wolf! I know it! Look at him skulking there in the corner, I can just see his fangs gleaming. Well, seriously, we have our work cut out for us in this game, with three wolves among thirteen (why couldn't we have a lucky-number burgler in the mix?) I know it's intimidating to start speaking early in the day, but we must if we're going to get anywhere. I believe we can catch a wolf toDay if everyone talks and we use our logic and intuition together (and avoid frivolous bandwaggons) so c'mon, people, wake up and give us your thoughts, hunches, what have you. I'm going to have to wander off the downs in a couple hours to take my daughter to a birthday party in Buckland, but I'll return well before sundown. What do you mean I should show you the way out too? You're not invited to the party!" The turquoise lady sat down with her back against a comfy standing-stone, took a sandwich out of her bag and proceeded to eat her very late breakfast.

02-09-2008, 12:22 PM	#7
Rikae Mellifluous Maia Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: A glade open to the stars, deep in Nan Elmoth Posts: 3,489	Three hours since dawn and still nothing? Come on, people - this is ridiculous. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.