The day's debate had been less heated than expected. While almost everyone was willing to lynch almost everyone, the past frustration and disappointment had affected them all. They had become desperate. Their thought processes went in circles, met dead ends, or silted in nothingness. It didn't look like any agreement could be reached until very late. Only very short before the decision had to be made,
Brinniel,
Lommy, and
the phantom noticed
Eönwë, who had been silent for almost all the time.
Hey, Eönwë, who do you think we should kill? Brinniel asked. He received no answer.
Eönwë just kept on sitting next to a small well in the floor, playing with
Lily's severed head.
Eönwë, are you alright? Durelin asked concerned.
Eönwë sobbed:
They're out to kill us all.
I know, it's hard, Kath soothed him,
but depression will not get us farther. We need to speak up and discuss! That, and only that, will get us out of here.
You don't understand. he replied, counting the fingers of
Lily's dead and rotting hand.
It's much worse. They're all out to kill us.
Absent-mindedly
Eönwë dropped
Lily's arm, which all of a sudden fell off her body and into the well. In shock he dropped the rest of her body as well, which, with a loud thudding sound fell after her arm, crashing against the sides of the well. Her head, unexpectedly still being connected to her body by a last sinew, was pulled after, making a rumbling sound.
What did you do that for? Lommy asked rather annoyed.
Next time, throw yourself in, and rid us of your silence!
They are out to kill us! They all are! They're coming from all sides. There's nowhere to hide anymore. No safe corner.
What are you talking about - from all sides? the phantom asked in a quiet, but very serious tone.
Eönwë got up, startled.
I-I...
You are a cobbler! You betrayed our mission! You allied with our Enemy! the phantom shouted, posting himself up in front of
Eönwë, who stood with his back to the well.
This madness! he stuttered.
Madness? the phantom replied in rage.
THIS IS...
...oh will you shut up already. Shasta interrupted and just shoved
Eönwë down the well without further comment.
*~*
Thus ended the reign of the mischief of cobblerdom in Utumno. The skies lighted up and Arien's fire shone upon the face of Arda again, and... no, wait... the
actual evil is still unharmed. Ah, well...
*~*
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
Nogrod - (ordo) died in a battle of wits on Day Four
A Little Green - (cobbler) ripped in two in Night Five
Eönwë - (cobbler) fell to his death on Day Five
Alive:
Shastanis Althreduin -
loner roane
Nerwen -
treasure-seeker
Kath -
unemployed bum
Durelin -
eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
Brinniel -
junk collector
the phantom -
obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien -
marine zoologist
Night Six has begun. Wolves, do your plotting. Assassin, well...