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Wisest of the Noldor
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Tar-Jex has been lynched. He was Amroth.
This is why we don't lynch newbies on Day One, remember?
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"Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo. |
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Wisest of the Noldor
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Shocked as the Elves were by Nerwen's fate, they were dismayed indeed to find that their king and his guest had vanished. Messengers were sent to the River Nimrodel, in case Amroth happened to be merely visiting his beloved, but her flet, too was empty.
Coppermirror tried to cheer everyone up by singing, but even her fair Elvish voice could do little to lighten the mood of horror that had gripped the Golden Wood. "TERRIBLE THINGSH, TERRIBLE THINGSH!" wailed Aganzir, staggering drunkenly along a branch. "I alwaysh thought evil din' come to Losh- Loshlorien! She did it! Nimrodel! Crime a' pash-passion!" The rumours grew wilder and wilder. Nimrodel had killed Nerwen and Amroth, then fled. No, she had drowned herself in the river that bore her name. No, Galadriel had murdered all three of them. Finally, though, suspicion settled on Aganzir herself. "Her whole crazy drunkard act seems artificial and overcalculated to me," said McCaber. "Well, why *not* Agan?" Coppermirror agreed. "She looks like a wildcard to me," said Tar-Jêx. Somehow that decided it. The Elves advanced on Aganzir, backing her to the very edge of the flet. "Oh my god stop this!" she screamed, teetering over the terrible drop. "I'm Galadriel!" Sally pushed her way to the front of the throng. "Sorry, must have dozed off," she said, yawning. "Have I missed anything?" "I'm Galadriel and Tar-Jêx is trying to murder me," Agan explained, catching hold of Tar-Jêx's elbow. "Help me!" "Well, if you put it that way," said Sally, and together they pitched Tar-Jêx off the flet. His scream echoed through the forest as he hurtled downward. The Elves found his broken body lying on the green grass of Cerin Amroth amid the golden elanor and the pale niphredil. When they searched his garments for some clue that might have marked him as an emissary of evil, all they found was the light silver circlet that normally bound the brow of the King of Lórien. ~~~~~~ The Living Sally McCaber Lottie Farael Rikae Shasta Coppermirror Boro Kitanna Aganzir The Dead Nerwen, throat torn out Night One. (Mod). Tar-Jêx, thrown off a flet Day One. (Ranger/Lover). It is now Night One.
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"Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo. Last edited by Nerwen; 12-14-2014 at 08:04 AM. Reason: typo. |
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The moon was down, and that night the lights had been doused in the stricken tree-city, so that the Silverlode was relatively dim even to Boro’s Elven eyes. He could still make out, though, the strange form he had glimpsed from high in the trees. Now he could see that it was indeed a boat cunningly carved into the shape of a great swan, such as he had seen bearing the Lady Galadriel.
Surely, he thought, this vessel held some answers to the dark mysteries that beset his home. Then the boat sank. There was no warning at all. One moment it was there, the next the dark waters had closed over it completely. Boro waded out into the river, staring about him in perplexity. He did not see the beaked head that surfaced, periscope-like, behind his back and darted smoothly towards him. His startled cry as he was dragged under the water quickly became a choked gurgle. “A Swan-shaped submarine!” the wolves congratulated themselves. “Who would ever think of that!" ~~~~~~ Nimrodel stood at the top of the waterfall. The stream that had been named for her gushed over her feet and crashed down to the rocks below, before hurrying on to join the Silverlode (where Boro, unbeknownst to her, was drowning). Her love lay slain and her heart was dust within her. Another step forward, and her anguish would be over– “No!” she whispered to herself in the ancient Silvan tongue. “There is another way…" ~~~~~~ The Living Sally McCaber Lottie Farael Rikae Shasta Coppermirror Kitanna Aganzir The Dead Nerwen, throat torn out Night One. (Mod). Tar-Jêx, thrown off a flet Day One. (Ranger/Lover). Boro, dragged under by a swan-submarine Night Two. (Ordo). It is now Day Two. You may post.
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"Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo. Last edited by Nerwen; 12-14-2014 at 07:29 AM. Reason: added correction. |
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
Posts: 4,511
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I am so, so sorry, Jêx.
![]() ![]() I've spent the past 24 hours banging my head against the wall. This is my first time as the seer in these 7 years of werewolf and I'm not happy about this mess (well except for not being dead, which is a very nice surprise). You know I thought about lying low and being quiet because I know how easy it is to attract random votes on day 1 when nothing is happening but then I was like Oyy whatever I do what I want and if they lynch me for that, their loss! So yeah I'm going to withhold my dreams for a while longer because I want to see some reactions first. However - Nimrodel, I dreamed of you but won't reveal you unless you okay it. ![]() So happy to be alive. ♥
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