WW LXXXII: Return to Tol-in-Gaurhoth - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Thinlómien · 10-12-2010, 02:02 PM

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Thinlómien · 10-12-2010, 02:31 PM

Always, someone has to go. Tonight, the Elves thought they had had enough of Skip's pining after Finduilas, the beautiful lady of Nargothrond. He himself, of course, called it courtly love.

"Besides, you cannot kill me, I'm a hunter!" he protested.
"We are all hunters," Greenie pointed out. "That's why were chosen for this expedition in the first place."
"But I am the hunter," Skip clarified.
"That you are not," said Wilwarin, coldly.
"No, I'm not," Skip admitted. "But I'm still an innocent man."
"I don't believe that," said Inziladun.
"Puppy eyes?" Skip tried, desperate.
"Puppy eyes? Does that mean you're a werewolf?" Lottie asked sharply.
"No! I'm innocent! Please believe me! Please! Don't let the wolves kill us all!" But no one believed him, of course.

Ozban and Nogrod grabbed Skip, ready to escort him to the edge of the crack in the floor.
"Please don't make me fall. Let me die in some other way, die like a man."
"There aren't many options," Eönwë said. "Unless you want to be stoned. There should be spare rocks around."

"Stoned...," sighed Skip.
"Like a stone I was before I first saw thee,
before thy sunlight set my soul free.
You are a maiden most beautiful,
to thee belongs my heart, so faithful.
Oh Finduilas! Thy beauty like the spring morning,
my heart full of love and yearning.
Oh Finduilas! Thy..."

"I say we get done with it," said Greenie and picked a stone. Hastily, Nogrod and Ozban retreated, and soon the air was full of flying stones, and Skip's poetry and burning love were silenced for ever.

When the last rock clattered on the floor the Elves finally saw Skip's remains. There wasn't much there, mostly blood and no trace of fur or anything else unordinary.

~*~

The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2
Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3
Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3
Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4
Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4

The Living
Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Wilwarin - hunter

Night5 has started. Wolves, feel free to conspire. Hunter, feel free to hunt. Others, please sleep.

Thinlómien · 10-13-2010, 02:00 PM

Green had trouble sleeping. She had always been a light sleeper, quick to wake up to the changes of weather or movements of animals around her. It was a good quality for a hunter and something she had never been disturbed by. In this place, though, it just turned the nights worse.

She knew the unnatural darkness was swallowing all sound but if she tried really hard, she could almost hear gnarling whispers or soft sounds of wolf paws. She could not locate the sounds, but little help that would've been to her: she was a hunter, yes, but they had taken her bow and her beautiful knives and now she was unarmed on hostile ground and would be no match for three wolves. She was afraid.

As a veteran hunter she knew fear was something that kept you alive, but here it only kept her awake. She was tired during the days and when she managed to fall asleep she succumbed to wild and restless nightmares which always made her wake up before long. She wished she could just have sleep, a few hours of honest Elvish sleep in enchanted paths full of comforting twilight, but she was denied that pleasure. Only half awake she felt only half alive and she could never figure out how to get out of here.

Again, she heard the voices in the dark. As hard as it was to her instincts hardened by the years, she ignored them. No good came out of listening to them. By now she knew they meant someone would most likely be found dead in the morning - no use trying to guess who it would be this night. She felt a coward in hoping it would not be her although death would finally release her from this torment in the dark.

"Little opossum..." whispered a voice very close to her left ear. She jerked away from it, horrified that they had come up so close without her noticing it. "Are you not sleepy tonight?" the voice asked.
"Watch your language, kid," old Green said harshly. She knew her death was approaching and it made her cold, rational. And although she knew her resemblance to the small marsupial, she definitely would not have strangers making jokes about it.
There was a snarling sound. Green didn't know if it was a laugh or a threat. Maybe both.
"Little opossum will be eaten tonight..." whispered another voice, now by her right ear.
"And our hunger will be satisfied," said a third voice, in front of her.
"Three against one, how fair," Green remarked.
"What is fairness?" asked the first voice. "Where was fairness when we were chosen to become these beasts and you were not?"
Green did not answer.
"There is no fairness here. No good, no hope, no life. Only death," said the second voice.
"Get on with it, then," Green said quietly. With one leap, a wolf was on her, pressing its sharp white teeth into her neck. Within seconds, she was torn to pieces and savoured by the three beasts.

When the Elves woke up, it was almost as dark as during the night. They couldn't see a thing, and only by making a roll call did they find out Green was missing. They never found her remains if there were any.

~*~

The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2
Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3
Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3
Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4
Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4
Green (ordo) - eaten by hungry wolves on Night5

The Living
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Wilwarin - hunter

Day5 has started. Feel free to talk, but wolves stop PMing. Hunter, you may change your pick anytime.

Nogrod · 10-13-2010, 02:04 PM

Wicked!

So cobbler, here's the deal.

Me and my mates Inzil and Steve would like to invite you to win the game.

So pick one of those innocents who is not you and vote her/him.

Here's the list:

Boro
Lottie
Ozban

Do not vote for wilwa or any of us.

We'll follow your vote.

You played well and Sauron will appreciate it - like we do.

Ozban · 10-14-2010, 12:52 AM

Checkmate!

This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end.

Ozban · 10-14-2010, 01:03 AM

Anyway, we're not dead yet...

++Inzil

Inziladun · 10-13-2010, 02:00 PM

I am one of the wolves. My fellows are Eönwë and Nogrod. We, and you, can win this toDay. All you have to do is vote for Boro, Lottie, or Ozban, and it's ours.

Eönwë · 10-13-2010, 02:05 PM

Inziladun is correct. He, Nogrod and I are the wolves. Vote for Boro, Lottie, or Ozban and we shall take this village.

edit: x-ed with my fellow. Do as he says.

Boromir88 · 10-13-2010, 02:18 PM

Did someone call for their cobbler? *Raises hand...erm shoe*

Will today be a lame duck day? I would prefer actually not to die, since I think I've been such a lovely cobbler for you three. (The only one I had down as a wolf though was Nog, I'm afraid). After Skip's stunt I thought for sure he was a wolf, and you saw my desperate attempts to save him. So, I went for the one person I thought was most likely NOT a wolf (aside from the hunter of course) and that was Lottie.

I'm so evil.

However, I am here to do your 3's will...if it is to self vote and die, so be it. Yay!

Nogrod · 10-13-2010, 02:25 PM

Boro: just vote one of you three innocent ordo's.

You can pick your choice: Ozban (it would be memorable to him to die this way in his first ww-game!!!) or Lottie. Or if you prefer a self vote... be our guest.

Heh, I was quite confident you were the cobbler. Skip looked so much like a wolf and you didn't vote him yesterDay - and all that talk about preferring dices...

Thanks Skip, btw.

Boromir88 · 10-13-2010, 02:32 PM

Good point about Ozban.

++Ozban

Nogrod · 10-13-2010, 02:34 PM

But I can tell you it was not that easy...

I read through the previous Day and tried to search for any hints to us as to who is the cobbler - as I thought s/he'd had to try to give us something to not kill her/him last Night.

And there was so little... except you Boro. But then again you would be exactly the person who could pull that off trying to look like the cobbler to us so as to heighten the possibilities of us hitting the real cobbler by Night...

But there was little the others offered - and they all voted for Skip. And that I think sealed it in the end.

X'posted...

++ Ozban

Hey, good game Ozban! Fine performance for someone who hasn't played before!

EDIT: I'm off for a moment but will be back seeing how this...

wilwarin538 · 10-13-2010, 02:51 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nogrod

Thanks Skip, btw.

Gah, I'm so mad at him right now. And at you and Boro for actually convincing me to come forward. I should have followed my gut and stayed quiet.

I'm never listening to anything you boys say ever again. Just so you know.

10-12-2010, 02:02 PM	#1
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	No posting after deadline, please. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

10-12-2010, 02:31 PM	#2
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Night5 falls Always, someone has to go. Tonight, the Elves thought they had had enough of Skip's pining after Finduilas, the beautiful lady of Nargothrond. He himself, of course, called it courtly love. "Besides, you cannot kill me, I'm a hunter!" he protested. "We are all hunters," Greenie pointed out. "That's why were chosen for this expedition in the first place." "But I am the hunter," Skip clarified. "That you are not," said Wilwarin, coldly. "No, I'm not," Skip admitted. "But I'm still an innocent man." "I don't believe that," said Inziladun. "Puppy eyes?" Skip tried, desperate. "Puppy eyes? Does that mean you're a werewolf?" Lottie asked sharply. "No! I'm innocent! Please believe me! Please! Don't let the wolves kill us all!" But no one believed him, of course. Ozban and Nogrod grabbed Skip, ready to escort him to the edge of the crack in the floor. "Please don't make me fall. Let me die in some other way, die like a man." "There aren't many options," Eönwë said. "Unless you want to be stoned. There should be spare rocks around." "Stoned...," sighed Skip. "Like a stone I was before I first saw thee, before thy sunlight set my soul free. You are a maiden most beautiful, to thee belongs my heart, so faithful. Oh Finduilas! Thy beauty like the spring morning, my heart full of love and yearning. Oh Finduilas! Thy..." "I say we get done with it," said Greenie and picked a stone. Hastily, Nogrod and Ozban retreated, and soon the air was full of flying stones, and Skip's poetry and burning love were silenced for ever. When the last rock clattered on the floor the Elves finally saw Skip's remains. There wasn't much there, mostly blood and no trace of fur or anything else unordinary. ~~ The Dead Thinlómien* (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1 Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1 Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2 Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3 Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3 Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4 Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4 The Living Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum Boromir - incompetent gatewarden Eönwë - hunter Inziladun - weaponsmith Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund Wilwarin - hunter Night5 has started. Wolves, feel free to conspire. Hunter, feel free to hunt. Others, please sleep.

10-13-2010, 02:00 PM	#3
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Day5 dawns Green had trouble sleeping. She had always been a light sleeper, quick to wake up to the changes of weather or movements of animals around her. It was a good quality for a hunter and something she had never been disturbed by. In this place, though, it just turned the nights worse. She knew the unnatural darkness was swallowing all sound but if she tried really hard, she could almost hear gnarling whispers or soft sounds of wolf paws. She could not locate the sounds, but little help that would've been to her: she was a hunter, yes, but they had taken her bow and her beautiful knives and now she was unarmed on hostile ground and would be no match for three wolves. She was afraid. As a veteran hunter she knew fear was something that kept you alive, but here it only kept her awake. She was tired during the days and when she managed to fall asleep she succumbed to wild and restless nightmares which always made her wake up before long. She wished she could just have sleep, a few hours of honest Elvish sleep in enchanted paths full of comforting twilight, but she was denied that pleasure. Only half awake she felt only half alive and she could never figure out how to get out of here. Again, she heard the voices in the dark. As hard as it was to her instincts hardened by the years, she ignored them. No good came out of listening to them. By now she knew they meant someone would most likely be found dead in the morning - no use trying to guess who it would be this night. She felt a coward in hoping it would not be her although death would finally release her from this torment in the dark. "Little opossum..." whispered a voice very close to her left ear. She jerked away from it, horrified that they had come up so close without her noticing it. "Are you not sleepy tonight?" the voice asked. "Watch your language, kid," old Green said harshly. She knew her death was approaching and it made her cold, rational. And although she knew her resemblance to the small marsupial, she definitely would not have strangers making jokes about it. There was a snarling sound. Green didn't know if it was a laugh or a threat. Maybe both. "Little opossum will be eaten tonight..." whispered another voice, now by her right ear. "And our hunger will be satisfied," said a third voice, in front of her. "Three against one, how fair," Green remarked. "What is fairness?" asked the first voice. "Where was fairness when we were chosen to become these beasts and you were not?" Green did not answer. "There is no fairness here. No good, no hope, no life. Only death," said the second voice. "Get on with it, then," Green said quietly. With one leap, a wolf was on her, pressing its sharp white teeth into her neck. Within seconds, she was torn to pieces and savoured by the three beasts. When the Elves woke up, it was almost as dark as during the night. They couldn't see a thing, and only by making a roll call did they find out Green was missing. They never found her remains if there were any. ~~ The Dead Thinlómien* (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1 Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1 Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2 Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3 Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3 Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4 Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4 Green (ordo) - eaten by hungry wolves on Night5 The Living Boromir - incompetent gatewarden Eönwë - hunter Inziladun - weaponsmith Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund Wilwarin - hunter Day5 has started. Feel free to talk, but wolves stop PMing. Hunter, you may change your pick anytime. Last edited by Thinlómien; 10-13-2010 at 02:40 PM. Reason: typos

10-13-2010, 02:04 PM	#4
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Wicked! So cobbler, here's the deal. Me and my mates Inzil and Steve would like to invite you to win the game. So pick one of those innocents who is not you and vote her/him. Here's the list: Boro Lottie Ozban Do not vote for wilwa or any of us. We'll follow your vote. You played well and Sauron will appreciate it - like we do. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

10-14-2010, 12:52 AM	#5
Ozban Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: On the road, again... Posts: 73	Checkmate! This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end. __________________ Let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings. - Shakespeare (Richard II)

10-14-2010, 01:03 AM	#6
Ozban Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: On the road, again... Posts: 73	Anyway, we're not dead yet... ++Inzil __________________ Let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings. - Shakespeare (Richard II)

10-13-2010, 02:00 PM	#7
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	To the Cobbler I am one of the wolves. My fellows are Eönwë and Nogrod. We, and you, can win this toDay. All you have to do is vote for Boro, Lottie, or Ozban, and it's ours. __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.

10-13-2010, 02:05 PM	#8
Eönwë Flame Imperishable Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Right here Posts: 3,928	Inziladun is correct. He, Nogrod and I are the wolves. Vote for Boro, Lottie, or Ozban and we shall take this village. edit: x-ed with my fellow. Do as he says. __________________ Welcome to the Barrow Do-owns Forum / Such a lovely place

10-13-2010, 02:18 PM	#9
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Did someone call for their cobbler? Raises hand...erm shoe Will today be a lame duck day? I would prefer actually not to die, since I think I've been such a lovely cobbler for you three. (The only one I had down as a wolf though was Nog, I'm afraid). After Skip's stunt I thought for sure he was a wolf, and you saw my desperate attempts to save him. So, I went for the one person I thought was most likely NOT a wolf (aside from the hunter of course) and that was Lottie. I'm so evil. However, I am here to do your 3's will...if it is to self vote and die, so be it. Yay! __________________ Fenris Penguin

10-13-2010, 02:25 PM	#10
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Boro: just vote one of you three innocent ordo's. You can pick your choice: Ozban (it would be memorable to him to die this way in his first ww-game!!!) or Lottie. Or if you prefer a self vote... be our guest. Heh, I was quite confident you were the cobbler. Skip looked so much like a wolf and you didn't vote him yesterDay - and all that talk about preferring dices... Thanks Skip, btw. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

10-13-2010, 02:32 PM	#11
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Good point about Ozban. ++Ozban __________________ Fenris Penguin

10-13-2010, 02:34 PM	#12
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	But I can tell you it was not that easy... I read through the previous Day and tried to search for any hints to us as to who is the cobbler - as I thought s/he'd had to try to give us something to not kill her/him last Night. And there was so little... except you Boro. But then again you would be exactly the person who could pull that off trying to look like the cobbler to us so as to heighten the possibilities of us hitting the real cobbler by Night... But there was little the others offered - and they all voted for Skip. And that I think sealed it in the end. X'posted... ++ Ozban Hey, good game Ozban! Fine performance for someone who hasn't played before! EDIT: I'm off for a moment but will be back seeing how this... __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...