[Nogrod]

The Chinstrap was restless. One of the penguins was already dead, after only one day.
“We’ll all die soon. The Master’s plan is madness”, the Chinstrap muttered, walking in circles on the basement floor.
“No we don’t. We have the wit to stay alive. Only, of course, if no Rockhopper-like foolishness is performed”, the Emperor remarked coldly, entering the room.
“I think he was brave”, the Chinstrap feebly disagreed, but the Emperor didn’t bother to pay attention.
“Now, let’s go. We have an operation to accomplish.”

As the penguins reached the corridor from different directions, they saw just what they had expected to see. Kitanna was standing in front of a door leading to one of the bedrooms, her beautiful Elven ranger’s sword unsheathed. As planned, the Chinstrap started towards her easily, waving its head from side to side cheerily, looking as innocent as a penguin can look.
“You won’t get her!”, Kitanna yelled and took a step towards the Chinstrap, raising her sword to a swing.
“It’s not her we are after. It’s you.”, the Chinstrap answered politely.

Damn we don’t have the Rockhopper anymore, the Emperor cursed to itself, jumping a bit clumsily to peck Kitanna’s neck from behind as her attention was drawn to the Chinstrap. Still the Emperor managed to hit Kitanna to a nerve and stunned her immediately. The Chinstrap was nervously glancing around as The Emperor started the logical operation. Slowly it peeled the layers of Kitanna’s mind with the help of “the Methodological Doubt”. Finally, after putting under doubt all her earlier sensations, memories, affections and beliefs, it got to the roots it had been searching for. To the extreme certainty of one’s existence offered by the link between matter and mind, the assurance of feeling to be here and now. The Emperor snapped that link off with an argument on behalf of the soul’s autonomy and grinned foully. The totally disconnected soul of Kitanna’s vanished in a puff of logic.

The Chinstrap was looking at the now soulless body of Kitanna in amazement and then asked somewhat apologizingly “So she’s not there any more, right? Just like that? But how...?”
“You see. No matter means no extension and no extension means not occupying a place in space. And before you ask it, no I don’t know what happened to her soul – I only know that logically it can’t be in any “place” any more, and so not in her body, or anywhere around either. And that’s enough for us. Lost. Just vanished!” The Emperor answered almost patiently. Then its beak made something comparable to a smile “We’ll get back to bed now, but you surely should pay a visit to the Master’s lectures one day?”
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When the Elves woke up, they were dreading what would they find. They came out to the corridor, and found one of them missing.
“Where’s Kit?” Jenny, the lost Embroiderer asked worriedly.
“I fear she has been killed by the maniac birds”, the Chamber Maid Valier answered.
“No, there she comes!” the semi-demi-canonical musician, Anguirel, cried out, pointing to the stairs.
To their relief, they saw a bruised Kitanna climbing up the stairs.
“Oh, Kit, we were so worried about you! I’m so glad to see you ali...iv...” Firefoot called, stopping suddenly. She had noticed the same thing as all the others. Kitanna wasn’t normal. Her eyes were empty, and she was tumbling with every step. Never before she had been that clumsy; her occupation as a servant who empties and cleans chamber pots had required the ability of walking in stairs without fumbling.
“Kit, what has happened to you?” the Herald Eonwe asked, terrified.
There was no answer. Kitanna turned and started walking towards the wall.
“No, Kit, stop!” her kind of colleague spawn cried, but that had no effect. Kitanna tumbled head first to the wall and fell.
Lalaith, the tutoress, ran to help her up. She forced Kitanna to face her and asked “What’s wrong, Kit?” There was no answer, only an empty, mindless stare. No word, no expression, no recognition. No one in her.
“Braindead, hehe. I’m not the most stupid one anymore. Haha! Me wiser than Kit? Mwahahaa”, Dimwë the half-wit commented, voicing the fact all the others had feared.
“I’m afraid it’s more than that! She’s a zombie, a living dead, a wrap without a content, an elf body without a soul to inhabit it.” Said the horrified phantom, “I said these creatures are made by Melkor!”

The shaken elves stood there, quite at loss as to what to do with Kitanna’s animated, soulless body. It seemed to walk around slowly by itself, crushing and tumbling on everything on its way. As long as it moved it would had felt wrong to bury it, but then again, without a permanent watch it would just hurt itself even more. No one liked to figure out how “she” would look like in the evening with all the bruises...

“Breakfast. Downstairs. Breakfast downstairs”, croaked the familiar voice of the green parrot from the Great Hall.
“Naria and Roa, you are used to take care of the others. Could you bring that one down with us?” asked Encaitare, “I’m confident only with bearing standards.”
Just as they were all starting downstairs Lord Turgon’s nephew, Macalaure, noticed Kitanna’s ranger’s sword at the floor. It had gone totally unnoticed so far. He picked it up and yelled after the others “Did you see this? We’ve lost our hidden protector!”

No one disagreed the gloominess of the news.

~ The Dead ~
Nogrod - a troubadour, singer – mod, blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1
Thinlómien - a troubadour, harpist – mod, blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1
Boromir88 - The Mouth of Turgon – werepenguin, cast into a gorge on Day1
Kitanna - servant who empties and cleans chamber pots – ranger, body and soul separated by Cartesian Dualism on Night 2

~ The Living ~
Anguirel - Lalwende's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist
dancing spawn of ungoliant - animals' dung cleaning specialist
Diamond18 - Dimwë the half-wit second cousin of Elenwë
Encaitare - A standard-bearer
Eonwe - Turgon's herald
Firefoot- Aredhel's friend
JennyHallu - An Embroiderer, lost, not related
Lalaith - Aredhel's tutoress
Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer
Naria - Family's goat herder
the phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire
Roa_Aoife - Elenwë's personal guard
Valier - Elenwe's personal chamber maid

Day2 has now begun.

Penguins stop PMing.
Everybody start discussing.