The adventurers wasted no time mourning the tragic deaths of their two leaders. Instead they took heart, and with determined will they faced the situation they were in and firmly decided to approach it with the only means they were experienced in... pointlessness. Strangely, the cobblers, shady individuals who switched their loyalties and did not know each other's identity, attracted more attention than the evil adversity they were really facing. Even though most decided that they were not worth bothering about, as usual, the twisted were simply more interesting than the downright evil. Only one among them seemed to be occupied with other thoughts...
Evil is in this place! Evil shall mar us all! Evil shall take us all! Woe is me! Evil has entered me and it shall kill me ere the night comes! Kitanna wailed.
The others were perplexed, but, shaking their heads, they continued, pursuing their not exactly straight path to a solution. It was
phantom's turn now.
Alright where were we? Ah, yes, I see a boat arrive. I see someone on the boa...
Alas! my innermost self is consumed by the vile poison injected into me! Oh, world! Oh, pain! Why do you not take me, yet?
I do not understand this arcane language. Nerwen admitted, but people with more lore and less wisdom already continued the debate:
I heard from the people of Further Harad that the quark star is supposed to turn a cobbler into a banana split. Nilp explai...
Goodness has forsaken me, darkness is embracing me, and when it has taken me, my body shall wither and wane, and I shall be no more! Ah! painful bite of ruthless malevolence!
Alright, what if we decide to delay our debate now... and just kill her instead? Mithalwen suggested.
Verily! the crowd responded, and in a sudden unison, which just before would have been unthinkable given their diverse points (or lack thereof), the heroes surrounded
Kitanna and silenced her quickly, even though death would have taken her anyway. Nobody was surprised to see her shape unchanged after she had died (cuts, stabs, fractures, and bruises aside). She had been innocent.
*~*
Dead:
Macalaure and
Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One
Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One
Alive:
Feanor of the Peredhil -
visionary whose visions lean toward the abstract
Shastanis Althreduin -
loner roane
Formendacil -
snowbird
Eönwë -
seller of pointless fakes
Nerwen -
treasure-seeker
Kath -
unemployed bum
Nilpaurion Felagund -
aged tale-seeker
Durelin -
eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
Brinniel -
junk collector
Gwathagor -
warrior librarian
Nogrod -
pointless philosopher
Lalaith -
absent-minded professor
A Little Green -
blind astronomer who sells stars at the stock exchange
the phantom -
obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien -
marine zoologist
Groin Redbeard -
dwarven miner
Mithalwen -
factotum
Night 2 has begun.
Wolves: chat. Seer: dream. Assassin: assassinate.