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

[Nerwen]

The Tally
Sally --> Shasta (1)
Lottie --> Shasta (2)
Kitanna --> Shasta (3)
Farael --> Shasta (4)
Coppermirror --> Shasta (5)
Rikae --> Noam Chomsky (1)

Left to vote: Shasta.

Hmmn.

[Nerwen]

DL. Noam Chomsky has been lynched. He was a werewolf.

[Nerwen]

On discovering the corpse of wolf-Aganzir, the remaining Elves rejoiced, none more than Sally.

"Agan should have learned not to impersonate me," she said. "Why would she think she could get away with it?"

The Elves gasped collectively. "You mean you're..?"

"I am," Sally nodded, "and I'm incredibly impatient. Shasta, would you like to be barbecued or slow roasted?"

"Now just a moment, Lady Galadriel," said Shasta, turning pale, "perhaps you *thought* your Mirror showed me turning into one of these terrible creatures, but appearances can be deceiving. The fact is, I'm Nimrodel. I just happen to... er... to wear furry grey pajamas- that's probably what confused you."

But no-one believed him. However none of them felt in the mood for a werewolf-barbecue. Instead, Sally- or, rather, Galadriel, produced a coil of silken grey hithlain rope. "As we Elves always say, never travel far without a rope! It may be a help in many needs."

The Elves made the rope fast to a branch near the flet on which they had gathered, while Coppermirror struck up a ballad in honour of the occasion. Shasta fought with all the fury of the wolf he was accused of being, but he was powerless against their greater numbers. For all his struggles, his head was soon forced into a noose, and he was marched to the edge and given a sharp push into space.

Neck broken, Shasta's body swayed like a pendulum, back and forth. The only sound was the faint creaking of the branch from which he hung.

Just as the Elves were beginning to suspect they had been deceived yet again, grey fur began to grow from Shasta's skin. Other changes followed. Within moments, instead of a dead Elf, the corpse of a hanged werewolf swung before them.

~~~~~~

The Living
Sally
Lottie
Farael
Rikae
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).
Shasta, hanged with Elven rope Day Three. (Werewolf).


It is now Night Four.

[Nerwen]

"Would you like to be barbecued, Lady Galadriel," came the whisper on the night-wind, "or slow roasted?"

"Who said that?" Galadriel demanded, starting to her feet. But nothing moved on her flet, or in the branches around her. Only the mallorn leaves rustled faintly, as if stirred by the lightest of breezes.

Her nostrils twitched. The smell was faint, but surely it was the acrid smell of burning wood?

Rarely had the Lady been gripped by fear, but now it was like a chill hand closing about her throat.

"Show yourself, foul creature of darkness! Or if you are Nimrodel, end this folly-"

She broke off, coughing, for a wisp of smoke had drifted into her lungs. By the time she had recovered from her paroxysm, it was too late: roaring flames had leapt up all over her flet. Galadriel ran to the stairway, but it, too, was alight, a wall of fire beating her back. Soon the entire mallorn had become a pillar of flame.

~~~~~~

The Living
Lottie
Farael
Rikae
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).
Shasta, hanged with Elven rope Day Three. (Werewolf).
Sally, barbecued Night Four. (Seer).



It is now Day Four.

[Rikae]

Well, if we have a cursed, we don't actually know anything. However, if we don't, I at least can assume Kit and Lottie are wolf and Nimrodel, in some order.

I'm not sure why Sally thinks it's significant that I said "her ordos" - the ordos she dreamt, which obviously would not be all of us. If I were a wolf, I would have known she was the seer, and that she didn't dream of me. Defending Shasta, even indirectly, would have been the last thing I'd have wanted to do.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I could bluff, but it wouldn't have made sense. Neither did Sally's justification for trying to draw out Nimrodel, and get voters to follow her, before she revealed her dreams - and I should know by now that just becausesomeoneisn't making sense doesn't mean she's evil. But if that nonsense gets me lynched when we can't afford to lynch innocents, I'll be rather irritated.

I'm an ordo (believe it or not).
I suppose we can assume that Nimrodel is Kit or Lottie, in any case, cursed or no cursed.

I also suppose if there's a cursed, and it's Cop or Farael, we're doomed, since it doesn't make sense to go against what knowledge we have, flawed though it could be.
So, Kit and Lottie, what are you?


Edit: X'd with Copper. Edit: No wait, it was Kitanna - wait, what?

[Rikae]

So, either Kitanna's the wolf, or Farael or Copper is a cursed wolf.

I found Kit suspicious from the beginning - but then again, we don't even know there were three wolves from the beginning.

However, she did actually just ask why Lottie and I didn't try to lynch a seer we didn't trust. Seriously?

[Farael]

In the OR again, but I just wanted to check in. The idea that there may or may not be a cursed around is quite distressing. If we knew for sure, we could make far better plans!

I also wish I knew what Nimrodel's goals are, I'm still not convicted she's wholly on our side. But having her reveal how wouldn't necessarily help.