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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a far land beyond the Sea
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Shasta -> THE Ka
Rune -> Eönwë Greenie -> THE Ka 2 QT -> Brinn THE Ka -> Brinn 2 Brinn -> THE Ka 3 Lottie -> THE Ka 4 Boro -> THE Ka 5 Lommy -> THE Ka 6 To vote: Eönwë, Kath
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Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris
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Everlasting Whiteness
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Brinn from the QT again? We've just finished watching Cats so I'm just seeing her as having nine lives now. She's been the pick so often now it just feels like the QT must have some information we simply don't.
That said, it is evidently Ka for the lynch now, so let's see where this takes us. ++THE Ka
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Flame Imperishable
Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Right here
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Well it hardly matters at this point what I vote, but here's hoping that we at least learn something.
++THE Ka
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Laconic Loreman
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Huh.
And now we wait for 30 minutes. I'll take it. This is the most epic and strangest and weirdest werewolf ever. Regardless of the outcome, it's an absolute nerve-wracking pleasure.
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
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Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris
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The Werewolf's Companion
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: The Moon
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I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Double Fenris
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Laconic Loreman
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All the fireworks were earlier. We all deserve a cool down DL at least once. Recharge and back again for the weekend.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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As it is a done deal, you'll get the narration already at the DL.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Night 7 / Closing Day 6
It was an odd day, this one. The opinions were more polarized: people were more secure on what they thought, having logical and rational arguments to back them, but they continued to differ widely on their conclusions - sometimes even with themselves. No wonder, some people started to freak out a little.
Even though it looked first like a race between some totally other people, in the end Indor – who had been suspected by many, but maybe in a milder manner – started to gain prominence in the voting. When he realized he was going to be quarantined, he started mildly: "Let me give you a riddle instead..." But suddenly he turned black in fury. “I’m not going to go down as a “lesser candidate” you just can agree upon!” His soft and light grey eyes flashed into bright red colour and white foam streamed from his mouth. He was growing in size, his sinews breaking, unable to cope with the new proportions. Sadly, from his POV (as a puppet of Morgoth, that is), the three soldiers and Húrin were fast enough to catch and tie him down while in the middle of transformation into something Angband only knew what it would have been. Tightly in the ropes the magic withered away and people only saw a deeply disturbed and grieving poor old soul, trembling in fever and sweating uncontrollably. “Get him inside and see that he gets water, bandages and clean linens”, Húrin ordered. Aerin rushed to take care of her father while Gethron and Algund saw to it there wouldn’t be no more surprises from the old man who now seemed to have lost all his willpower. “So, he was one of… them?”, Morwen asked her husband – well, it was not really a question, but she felt she needed some verification for what she had just seen. Húrin nodded thoughtfully and glanced to the children at her wife’s feet. "There’s still two more to find out”, he murmured silently. There was a tear in Morwen's eye. "I miss little Túrin so much..." she whispered to her husband. "And I'm dying for fear for our little lily... will there ever be laughter again if something happens to her?" Húrin grasped her hand and nodded comfortingly. "I promised old Halmir to watch after young Brandir. I'm not going to let little laughter off my eye either". ~*~ Dead, yes dead Nogrod – “The Badger”, the Mod (dead on Night1) Urwen – Glóredhel, healthy person (withered away in grief during Day2) Quarantined Galadriel55 – Andróg, the Cobbler (voted into QT on Day1) Rikae – Haldir, formerly healthy person (infected by the shady Infectors on Night2) Huinesoron – Hareth, an Infector (voted into QT on Day2) Kitanna – Huor, the Ranger (infected in the woods by the Infectors on Night3) Sally – Túrin, the Hunter (voted into QT on Day3) Macalaure – Grithnir, healthy person (dragged into the QT by the Hunter on Day3) Legate of Amon Lanc – Asgon, healthy person (infected sneakily on Night4) Lhunardawen – Sador, an Infector (voted into QT on Day4) Lalaith – Rían, healthy person (overrun and infected by the Infectors on Night5) Inziladun – Halmir, healthy person (voted into QT on Day5) Pitchwife – Turin’s Nurse, healthy person (infected by the Infectors on Night6) THE Ka – Indor, an Infector (voted into QT on Day6) Hanging around Thinlómien Loslote Kath A Little Green Boromir88 Brinniel Eönwë Rune Son of Bjarne Shastanis Althreduin It's now Night 7 Sleeping is overrated.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Day 7
Húrin, Morwen and the children had moved to the guesthouse after their last visitor had been quarantined. Even if it was truly embarrassing, it was much more comfortable there than in the back of the barn where they had spent their nights after the Great Hall had been made into the Quarantine-house. Now they had real beds, several rooms to choose and, what Húrin valued the most, some privacy.
That didn’t help him to sleep though. After securing that his family was asleep and the doors were locked, he sneaked into the Night to be alone with the stars. He knew the Valar, or something, was trying to aid him finding answers. He had fallen in a kind of trance every night under the starry sky and felt being approached by something. Like that night his brother was attacked. Just before the dawn, as he was coming back from his half-dreams, he heard noises somewhere from behind him. Húrin stood up quickly unsheathing his sword, but there was no one there. He listened closely for the night. The air was tense, but there was nothing. Then he heard it again. It was coming from the direction of the Guesthouse. Terror filled his heart as he rushed towards his family yelling “Drego Morn!” as he ran. There were black shapes dashing all around him to the left and right – whether they were real or just some trickery of Morgoth, Húrin had no time or mind to find out. Suddenly he felt a blow in his forehead, coming out from the darkness. Time stopped. Then he heard a yell. A yell of a terrified child! Dashing off from the ground he realized he had hit a low branch of the village oak. He cursed his mindless splurging but hadn’t time to pay heed to anything but the sound he had just heard. Getting finally round the corner of the Great Hall he reached the Guesthouse only to hear the screaming of Morwen and cries of Lalaith from inside – but what stopped him was the mauled and shivering body of little Brandir hanging in ropes from the doorway – all covered with blood, pleghm and sweat. He was hardly conscious, whining quietly his pain. Húrin fell on his knees in front of the child and burst into tears. ~*~ Dead, yes dead Nogrod – “The Badger”, the Mod (dead on Night1) Urwen – Glóredhel, healthy person (withered away in grief during Day2) Quarantined Galadriel55 – Andróg, the Cobbler (voted into QT on Day1) Rikae – Haldir, formerly healthy person (infected by the shady Infectors on Night2) Huinesoron – Hareth, an Infector (voted into QT on Day2) Kitanna – Huor, the Ranger (infected in the woods by the Infectors on Night3) Sally – Túrin, the Hunter (voted into QT on Day3) Macalaure – Grithnir, healthy person (dragged into the QT by the Hunter on Day3) Legate of Amon Lanc – Asgon, healthy person (infected sneakily on Night4) Lhunardawen – Sador, an Infector (voted into QT on Day4) Lalaith – Rían, healthy person (overrun and infected by the Infectors on Night5) Inziladun – Halmir, healthy person (voted into QT on Day5) Pitchwife – Turin’s Nurse, healthy person (infected by the Infectors on Night6) THE Ka – Indor, an Infector (voted into QT on Day6) Shastanis Althreduin – Brandir, healthy little child (outrageously infected on Night7) Hanging around Thinlómien Loslote Kath A Little Green Boromir88 Brinniel Eönwë Rune Son of Bjarne It’s now Day 7 It is time to have a discussion.
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The Werewolf's Companion
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: The Moon
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Two more wolves. It's gotta be Eonwe, and I'm almost positive the other one is Brinn. I don't want to go around counting any chickens, but I think we're in a good position here.
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I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Double Fenris
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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Day is ended,
Dim my eyes, But the QT long before me lies. Farewell friends! I hear the call, The village is pushing me into the Hall. Foam is white, and eyes are red, I'm not quite finished with the dead. Lists are spreading, role guessing is free, Who do we really believe is the seer? Try asking next time in the QT. It's been lovely everyone, but it looks I'm needed for a kiki in the QT.
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Reflection of Darkness
Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull.
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