A being of the night lurked around after everyone else had gone to sleep. Silently he raised himself, taking a look at the blade that only he could see.
Come my sword, we shall slay evil tonight.
The alert ear could have heard him muttering to himself whil sneaking among the sleeping.
Because you will not let us exit; because you scorn our attempts at healing; because you chose for your instrument sanguinary, dirty, ugly werewolves; because you are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block you! I will hinder and harm your creatures on Arda as far as I am able.
He stepped towards one of the sleeping.
And you, Formendacil, shall be the one I start with.
Formendacil woke from his sleep confused:
You? What do you want from me?
You shall taste the steel of my blade, cobbler!
Cobbler? But I am no cobbler!
Yes, you are!
No! I am not dead. Two days ago the consensus agreed that I was a cobbler, yet, I did not die at night. Therefore I am no cobbler.
You did not die because I chose to let you live.
I don't believe you. If I look into my heart, all I find are intentions to achieve the best for our expedition. I would never wilfully try to lead us astray. I do not bow to the unsurpassable power of He Who Arises in Might. I worship the web of lies that the Valar have cast over our eyes to enslave us.
The cobbler assassin did not look convinced.
Let me put it to a test. he said, and shoved his sword down
Formendacil's throat down to his heart, and
Formendacil died a quick death.
Two to go.
*~*
Another adventurer was wakened before dawn had come.
Nilpaurion Felagund, the aged tale-seeker, opened his eyes - and looked into the two fiery pairs of eyes of ghastly werewolves!
Are you going to kill me now? he asked afraid.
I see that age has made you wise. a werewolf answered smugly.
Nilp was deeply scared. He was too old to give them a fight, and could only think of one way out for him.
Will you grant me one wish before I die?
Well, I think we are feeling generous tonight - our mission is going very smoothly so far. What do you wish?
I am a tale-seeker, and I am very interested in your story. You creatures must be thousands of years old, and have done many gruesome and great deeds. I would like to write those down so they will be preserved in song for all eternities.
Nilp achieved what he wanted to. His words met their mark right in the werewolves' evil egoes. They started telling him their long tale, and hours passed. Stories of dark and evil and timeless waiting and wandering were written down. Dawn approached...
I don't think there is much left to say now. one werewolf concluded.
I hate to say it, but I agree. The last few thousand years were a little bit dull down here. added the other.
No, no, surely you underestimate how interesting even those stories are to those who have never been here.
Nah, I don't think so - and I'm tired anyway. I'd like to go to sleep and turn this body into its human shape again.
Nilp broke into sweat.
Ah, indeed, morning is coming. We probably should go and wake everybody...
Not so fast. We did not forget what we woke you for in the first place.
Nilp looked into the same evil eyes again that he saw earlier, while in the meantime they had become more friendly. Slowly they approached him.
But, no, tell me more about... don't... you can't... What do I have in my po...
But before the tale-seeker could finish his last plead, the werewolves took his notes and shoved them down his throat, and
Nilpaurion suffocated to his death.
*~*
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
Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two
Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two
Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two
Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three
Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three
Formendacil - (cobbler) killed by assassin in Night Four
Nilpaurion Felagund - (ordo) choked on his own tale in Night Four
Alive:
Shastanis Althreduin -
loner roane
Eönwë -
seller of pointless fakes
Nerwen -
treasure-seeker
Kath -
unemployed bum
Durelin -
eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
Brinniel -
junk collector
Nogrod -
pointless philosopher
A Little Green -
blind astronomer who sells stars at the stock exchange
the phantom -
obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien -
marine zoologist
Day Four has begun. Let the madness continue. (sorry for the delay)