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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Jul 2012
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The real decision was Ozban over Volo, and to be honest I'm not at all sure I've made the right choice, given the amount of strange things Volo said. The reason I went for Ozban is because of the quick vote placement with no warning, few posts, and because it's likely that a wizard would attack another candidate rather than defend a fellow wizard. Edit: crossposted since Rikae at #245. |
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly
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Votes:
Nerwen-->Nog Oz-->Morsul McCaber-->Rikae Brinn-->Volo Lottie-->Morsul (2) Gil-->Volo (2) Rikae-->Oz Dun-->Oz (2) Kath-->Morsul (3) Morsul-->Oz (3) Cop-->Oz (4) Left to vote: Greenie Bane Nog Sally Volo Boro (not happening) Shasta (not happening) Lovely. ![]() x'd since my last, and I'll be gone for a few minutes
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So what do you think? Of the ones with votes (and possible meaningful votes for us two) I might say Oz is a better pick than Morsul or Volo. But none seems especially innocent or suspicious either for me.
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Also. I'm afraid the Wizards might not be among the top of the votes as it is so calm now aka. the Wizards can lay back and watch this from outside.
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I tired to look also at who had voted for whom (so whether someone's votes were given by shadier or more trustworthy people in this game on my mind) - and only found both main "camps" (Morsul voters and Oz voters) looking too suspicious...
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
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I really feel like an Oz vote from me would not be well-informed, at least enough to be comfortable. Morsul made that arguable slip about McCaber and then revenge voted Oz when he was suddenly in the lead. I'd say that's pretty shifty.
x'd with a gracious Thindeadien
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
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Oooo! Also, if Morsul is a wizard, his choosing to vote Oz over Volo would make the third lad look very bad as well.
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
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Assuming it is just us, Volo would be a ridiculous move, as we'd only tie him with Oz and Oz would still die. Thus, unless someone else shows up, our options seem to be Oz and Morsul. x'd with Nog
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Unless Greenie somehow miraculously appears... So which one would you suggest: Oz or MOrsul? I could go with either (there's reason for both picks). Oz is a relative newcomer and might earn a go for it but Morsul could be just his normal...
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Ok:
++Ozban Morsul feels Innocent. |
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Agreeing with Sally
++ Morsul
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This turns out interesting indeed!!!
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The Sweetest Spoiler
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Didn't actually mean to quote that. Whoops. Anyway, as I was saying....
++Morsul EDIT: x'd with Volo and Nog. Oh, for God's sake.
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a far land beyond the Sea
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Deadline, stop posting.
Ozban has been lynched. Narration to follow...
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a far land beyond the Sea
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End of Day 2, start of a new day
Stupid as they are, the trolls were clever enough to figure out what had happened the day before when they had been asleep. They started arguing, as usual, and calling each other ugly names (which did sound quite endearing actually, but you wouldn't dare to tell that to their faces, of course) until they reached a consensus they wanted to kill a wizard.
"Great, so how do we get one?" asked Green. "The shoe thing didn't really work." "What about socks?" asked Nerve. "I've been a-looking at Nog's socks." "I've been looking at Mors' socks", Oz growled. "Trolls don't wear socks!" Cab shouted. "Yer right," agreed Brin. "What's that thing on Mors' feet then?" asked Lot. "It looks an awful lot like socks to me," Kat agreed. "Green socks," Nog added. "Furry green socks," Sal clarified. "Idiots!" said Rick. "It is mold." "Blimey! Yer right," said Gil. "Hey but Oz has socks!" Lad pointed out. Everybody turned to look at Oz and lo! He was unmistakably wearing red-and-yellow striped socks. "That is not mold," said Mors gleefully. "True as a troll," said Cop. "I say we sit on him and squeeze his wizardry out of him," Vol opined to the delight of the other trolls. Even though Oz was a big and strong troll, he was no match for more than a dozen of his kind, so they subdued him and sat on him, one by one, until they formed a nice pyramid of fourteen trolls. (Bane, Bore and Shaz were all having a nap, and their snores were so loud that had the pyramid been made of anything less heavy than trolls, I'm sure it would have toppled over.) For a long time, Oz was trying to fight his way under the other trolls' massive, smelly bodies, but after some time he stopped struggling. "Does that mean we can get off?" asked Rick, who was the lowermost of the other trolls. "He could still be alive," said Lad. "He hasn't got any smaller," added Mors carefully. "Only p'raps a little flatter." "I'm not enjoying this," said Cop. "That fat oaf Vol is a-crushing me." "Then move yerself you booby," said Vol, and with these words, all the trolls started crawling out of their troll pyramid with many curses and confusions. In the end, they all got back in their feet again, and only Oz was lying on the floor. He looked the same as ever, only deader, and thus the trolls learned that wearing socks doesn't always mean you are not a troll. ~*~ Dumb and Dead Thinlómien, "Lom", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1 Legate of Amon Lanc, "Leg", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1 Pomegranate, "Pom", a Wizard, boiled and eaten on Day 1 Ozban, "Oz", an Ordinary Troll, crushed to death by a troll pyramid on Day 2 Dumb and Walking A Little Green, "Green" Bane Mantra, "Bane" Boromir88, "Bore" Brinniel, "Brin" Coppermirror, "Cop" Gil-Galad, "Gil" Inziladun, "Lad" Kath, "Kat" Loslote, "Lot" McCaber, "Cab" Morsul the Dark, "Mors" Nerwen, "Nerve" Nogrod, "Nog" Rikae, "Rick" satansaloser2005, "Sal" Shastanis Althreduin, "Shaz" Volo, "Vol" ~*~ Night 3 falls. Clever troll, Insomniac troll, Purse-troll, send both the mods your picks whenever you're ready. Wizards, start plotting and choose your victim. Others, shut yer bloody mouths! |
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a far land beyond the Sea
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End of Night3, night falls
When dawn broke, the wizards were angrier than ever. Yes, one more troll was dead, but their schemes had gone awry.
"The daytime is the time we can act, yet we came to naught! This cannot happen again!" said the first wizard. "We have come to dark times," said the second wizard. "Perhaps it is not our fate succeed, but that of these evil creatures to roam the lands freely. The Dark Lord's hand has grown long - perhaps it already reaches these remote lands." "Do not despair!" said the third wizard. "For there is one thing that always remains: hope." "Fool's hope I name it now," said the second wizard bitterly. "Nay, it would be folly to give up now. We still have each other, three of our high order, and together we may yet do great things," said the first wizard, and thus the second wizard's doubts were eased and he laughed. "Time may prove our greatest ally," he said after a while. "Indeed," said the third wizard. "So what shall we do with the time that is given to us?" Long they debated again, both on which troll would they be the wisest to slay - and this did take time, for they all kept in mind that advice is a dangerous gift even when it is given by the wise to the wise and thus ended up saying nothing for a long time - and how to do it. But we have to remember that they were wizards, great spirits from the West, not mere mortals, so in the end, they again managed to make a plan. Even more quietly than the day before, they crept into the cave where the trolls lay sleeping. The one they wanted to kill lay sleeping on his side in the middle of the cave. They surrounded the troll and the first wizard took his staff. Carefully, he drew runes on the sleeping troll's stomach and the picture of a great gate. "Are you certain this will work?" the second wizard whispered. "I do not mean to be pessimistic, but..." "I fail to see why a stone troll should be any different from some other kind of piece of stone," replied the first wizard. "Worry not," said the third wizard to the second. "He knows what he is doing. Did he not study the secrets of door making with Narvi in Khazad-dûm?" "Shh," said the first wizard, who was concentrating. They all looked at the troll and the markings that glowed blue on his stomach. Then the first wizard spoke in a commanding voice: "Annon istarion, edro hi ammen! Lasto beth lammen!" For a split second, they thought nothing happened. "Edro!" they chanted in unison and lo! the troll groaned and his stomach parted in the middle. Caught between horror, fascination and self-congratulation, they wizards watched his guts spilling to the stone floor. "Now back to sleep before that insomniac spots us!" whispered the third wizards, who was the quickest to recover his senses. They did as he bid them, and fell asleep again in their troll disguises. When the sun set, they woke up alongside with the real trolls. There was a horrible clamor and noise in the cave, and some disbelieving howling and cursing, for none of the trolls could comprehend how Vol's intestines could have just exited his body during the day. What they comprehended even less, however, was what they found in his pocket. It was a note that said: "SUPORT LETR TO WIZERS. KIL TROLS, I GET MORE FOOD. I WILL HEPL U." ~*~ Dumb and Dead Thinlómien, "Lom", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1 Legate of Amon Lanc, "Leg", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1 Pomegranate, "Pom", a Wizard, boiled and eaten on Day 1 Ozban, "Oz", an Ordinary Troll, crushed to death by a troll pyramid on Day 2 Volo, "Vol", Traitor Troll, magically opened up like a door on Night 3 Dumb and Walking A Little Green, "Green" Bane Mantra, "Bane" Boromir88, "Bore" Brinniel, "Brin" Coppermirror, "Cop" Gil-Galad, "Gil" Inziladun, "Lad" Kath, "Kat" Loslote, "Lot" McCaber, "Cab" Morsul the Dark, "Mors" Nerwen, "Nerve" Nogrod, "Nog" Rikae, "Rick" satansaloser2005, "Sal" Shastanis Althreduin, "Shaz" ~*~ Day 3 starts! Stop PMing and start talking. |
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The Werewolf's Companion
Join Date: Aug 2009
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The wizards killed their cobbler? No need for discussion, it's obvious one of them must be Boro!
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Gruesome Spectre
Join Date: Dec 2000
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Really! Nice of them to save us the trouble. I wonder what got their attention on him that way?
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