T-I-G CVIII: Wolves of the Galadhrim (Game Thread)

[Aganzir]

Originally Posted by Kitanna

I don't want to have another throwaway vote, but I'm not finding those with votes suspicious enough to vote for.

I'd rather vote for Sally, Rikae, or Lottie. Though Agan asking if those remaining want to vote Lottie worries me. Seems like Agan trying to lead us astray.

Rikae is innocent.

[Aganzir]

Whatever

++McCaber

for potential cobbling

[Nerwen]

Deadline. No more posting.

[Nerwen]

Now where did I put that coin?

[Kitanna]

++sally

Edit: crap, I wasn't fast enough

[Nerwen]

When dawn flamed over the Golden Wood, the Elves were most surprised to find the supposed Galadriel still amongst them. Surely, they reasoned, the evil ones would never have left so dangerous an Elf alive... if Aganzir were really what she claimed to be.

Aganzir's protestations of being equally astonished were met with scepticism. Yet, despite the general feeling that she must be evil, somehow nobody actually suggested killing her. There was always the chance, however remote, that she was telling the truth. And then, too, there was that about the Elf-woman's steely glare that made the others very unwilling to take her on, outnumber her though they might.

"If you're not going to kill me," she said, "then how about- McCaber? He voted to lynch me yesterDay!"

"Huh?" McCaber mumbled through a mouthful of lembas.. "How is that a reason? Practically everyone here thinks you're evil!"

"It was the way you did it," Farael explained. "A very sinister, evil sort of way."

"Yes," said Shasta. "Besides, you talk with your mouth full."

"Disgusting," Aganzir agreed. "You're either one of these terrible werewolves, or a traitor in our midst. Either way it's shameful of you to eat our lembas, and I hope you choke- now there's a thought!"

"Wha-" McCaber began, but before he could finish the word, Aganzir had jammed a cake of lembas down his windpipe. The hapless Wood Elf staggered about, clutching his throat, his face turning purple. He collapsed across a branch, jerked once, twice and was still.

That was all. There was no change, no transformation into the natural shape of a monster of the night. McCaber had been innocent.

~~~~~~

The Living
Sally
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).
McCaber, choked on lembas Day Two. (Ordo).


It is now Night Two. Wolves plot, Seer dream, Nimrodel... do your thing.

[Nerwen]

Aganzir laughed silently to herself as she ran, leapt and climbed through the dark tree-city. She and her kind had sown fear and distrust amongst the Galadhrim and, even better, had caused the death of their ruler. Surely her dark master would be pleased!

But the greatest triumph of all lay before her, for she was certain, now, that she had seen through the disguise of the Lady Galadriel. Still, the Lady would be a formidable opponent. As she raced up the stair that led to her victim's flet, Aganzir allowed her Elven semblance to fall from her. Her face became a muzzle; fur sprouted over her; she dropped to all fours.

She was halfway between Elven and bestial form when she felt a blow in her chest. She looked down in disbelief at the feathered shaft protruding from her furry ribcage, then up at the slender figure who stood at the top of the stairs, holding a bow and arrow.

"To save your own sorry hide you betrayed my beloved Amroth to his death," the icy voice rang out, "and therefore it will be you who shall first be felled by my wrath!"

"Nerdanel!" the injured werewolf gasped.

"It's Nimrodel! How dare you call me by the name of one of the cruel, invading Noldor! Take that!"

And she shot Aganzir between the eyes.

In death, the werewolf transformed fully into its hideous true shape. Nimrodel, having made sure all life had departed from the corpse, stood looking down at the furry bulk that blotched the moonlit stair. There was, she realised, no peace for her in bringing justice to one of Amroth's murderers. Only when the last one lay dead at her hand- only when she had killed them, all of them- then, perhaps, she would know peace.

A throaty chuckle broke into the Elf-maiden's bloody thoughts. Whirling, she saw a second great wolf descending the stairs. She shot at the beast, but with an ease more feline than lupine, it leapt onto a mallorn bough overhead and sat there, gazing down at her with eyes that glowed green in the moonlight.

"Well met!" said the werewolf. "And thank you. Aganzir had outlived her usefulness- you have done us a service by disposing of her."

Nimrodel's eyes searched the surrounding foliage, but the leaves were too dense for her to be able to tell if the wolf was alone.

"Us? Are there more of you? And who are you? I charge you, tell me your name!"

"Now wouldn't you like to know?" laughed the wolf.

~~~~~~

The Living
Sally
Lottie
Farael
Rikae
Shasta
Coppermirror
Kitanna

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).
McCaber, choked on lembas Day Two. (Ordo).
Aganzir, shot with bow-and-arrow Night Three. (Werewolf).


It is now Day Three. You may post.

[Rikae]

I have to leave immediately and won't be back for several hours, but I just wanted to say:

WOW!

Nice work, Nimrodel! Looks like I was right about a couple things. And we still have a seer, too.

[Farael]

Originally Posted by Rikae

Nice work, Nimrodel! Looks like I was right about a couple things. And we still have a seer, too.

Not only that, but there was no wolf kill. Which means we also have a Ranger!

Now, the Ranger and Hunter are likely the same person... but we also have a seer. And the Seer has been dreaming for a few nights now.

Any chance we have enough known Ordos to figure out the last wolf/wolves?

Otherwise I'll take a closer look at Rikae for obvious reasons. Unfortunately I have an 8 hour day in the OR and gym afterwards. .. so I won't be able to post much until then

[Coppermirror]

Originally Posted by Nerwen

But the greatest triumph of all lay before her, for she was certain, now, that she had seen through the disguise of the Lady Galadriel. Still, the Lady would be a formidable opponent. As she raced up the stair that led to her victim's flet, Aganzir allowed her Elven semblance to fall from her. Her face became a muzzle; fur sprouted over her; she dropped to all fours.

Oh wait, my mistake. I didn't see the bit about Agan thinking she'd found Galadriel. So Nimrodel's some sort of Ranger/Hunter.

[Nerwen]

The ghost of Nerwen wishes you all to know that, although the narration is, if read correctly, an accurate record, the events that befell last Night were strange indeed.

That is all I will say on the subject.

*returns to the Halls of Mandos*