[Nogrod]

“So Lady Elenwë has taken this tutoress of Aredhel to be her mouthpiece, yes?” asked the Master, but didn’t wait for an answer. “I know exactly what to do with her now. But if the Lady herself is involved, I'll have her hindered, just to see that she doesn’t interfere too much with the Plan. You should mind the other Elves, as that is your part of the deal. And this Lalaith in particular, she must be dealt with tonight” said the Master, leaving no room for dispute.
“Sure, Master. What should we do?” asked the Emperor. The Chinstrap had braved to meet the Master the first time and was frightenedly nodding in agreement to everything that was said.
"When speculation paints its gray on gray, then has a form of life grown old, and those clinging to it are mislead. And that’s good! The gray on gray cannot be rejuvenated, but only known; the Owl of Minerva first takes flight with twilight closing in. We shall not let these Elves to gain any other knowledge than that given to them afterwards”, the Master made a rhetorical pause here, but then continued, “Lady Elenwë plays a dangerous game letting her petty folk know things beforehand. That must not happen again! Let her little darling feel the claws of real Wisdom, the ones of the Owl of Minerva herself! You know the statue of the Owl at the Assembly Hall? Call it with its true name and it will do your bidding."
“Surely Master, surely”, the Emperor answered and bowed down. The Chinstrap thought it wise to mimic the Emperor’s gesture, and almost tumbled to its beak.
“Sorry...”, it muttered but was sharply beaked by the Emperor.
“We’ll go now, Master. We well see to the Owl”, the Emperor said.

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“Lalaith...”
She woke up, hearing again the familiar voice calling her.
“My lady Elenwë?” she asked softly and got up from her bed.
“Come to me now...”
Lalaith wrapped her cloak tightly around herself and stepped to the corridor. She could hear the Lady’s words though they were hardly louder than a whisper.
“Come, I’m here in the Hall... I found you your information...”
Quickly but silently Lalaith started to walk down the stairs.
She was halfway through the stairs when she saw the Lady Elenwë in the other end of the hall.
“I must run, Lalaith, but I can tell you that my guard, Roa_Aoife, is...”
Her voice was muffled by the screaming and the wingbeats of the parrot, who had suddenly appeared from nowhere. Elenwë couldn’t do anything but try to defend herself from the flapping wings and the sharp beak and claws. The parrot forced her to retreat to a side corridor. Lalaith tried to run to her, but only then she saw a small penguin at the end of the stairs, looking up to her cheerily. Lalaith stopped, horrified. “They say your name is Laughter...”, it chuckled. Lalaith’s heart was bumping ever faster in her chest.
“...let’s see if you can laugh at this”, continued another, colder voice from above her. Instinctively, she turned around to see the speaker. It was a penguin, too, a bigger and a more majestic one. It was standing at the top of the stairs, blocking her way back to her room. She was trapped.

Then she heard the loud and slow pounding of a huge pair of wings from above. The Owl of Minerva was gigantic. She had never seen a flying creature like that before. It fell upon her with a force that was far beoynd the strength of her slender being. It tore her eyes from their sockets with just one light grip of its talons. Lalaith screamed and fell down a couple of stairs. The pain was too much for her to be conscious of anything else. Before she could rise up the heavy wings were on her again. The Owl ripped the right half of her face off with its talons and simultaneously tore a terrible cut to her left side. Lalaith went down the remaining stairs and rolled to the floor just to receive the third and the final attack. The huge bird landed over her, leaving her beween its massive legs. It bowed slowly down to her, and then in a flash hit her breast with its beak, scavenging her heart out from her chest.
“True wisdom comes afterwards, not before”, noted the Emperor coming down the stairs.
“Splendid, indeed”, echoed the Chinstrap, grinning maliciously.
The Owl of Minerva hopped away from Lalaith’s motionless body and turned to a statue once again, watching over the Assembly Hall from near the main entrance with eyes of marble.
“That should be enough”, said the Emperor.
“Yay, cool guy, that owl”, affirmed the Chinstrap as they climbed up the stairs to reach their bedrooms before dawn.

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“What a mess! And I have to clean all that, I suppose”, said spawn, the animals’ dung cleaning specialist, noting the organs spread on the stairs.
“Hey, there’s a body downstairs!” Naria said, agitated.
“It must be Lalaith...”, Firefoot said, her voice trembling.
“Or what’s left of her”, put in Dimwë the half-wit.

A few of the Elves dared to descend the stairs to the mauled corpse that had once been Lalaith. “This is as we feared. Her eyes have been pecked out. We have lost our Seer”, the phantom said, turning away from the appalling sight.

They heard a voice from high up above: “Breakfast-time. Breakfast, anybody?”

~ 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 Night2
JennyHallu - An Embroiderer, lost, not related – cobbler, shot dead in to the sea on Day2
Lalaith - Aredhel's tutoress – seer, blinded, mutilated and torn apart by the Owl of Minerva on Night3

~ 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
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

Day3 has now begun.

Penguins stop PMing.
Everybody start discussing.