[Nogrod]

Ea Herald – Narvinye 21, 7th age

Interestingly enough, what Melkor had foreseen did take place. Giving the Maiar the responsibility to actually kill the one they chose themselves clearly heated the debate. It was a “Day” of strong arguments and taking sides. And the lines seemed to go criss-cross, soon looking like the votes were going all around the place.

But finally it was clear it was Pitchwife who was going to be lynched.

Many of those facing death before had been brave and virtuous in front of the unthinkable doom laid before them, but Pitchwife was more like jubilant. Let’s hear the tape.


~*~

“Ha-ha! I made it! See! I made it!” Pitchie yelled and danced after Skip and Rikae gave their last votes. “It’s the happiest day of my life!”

“Has he gone completely mad?” Greenie asked Agan a bit troubled.

“What? A crab?” Legate was baffled overhearing it.

“No, a lobster, dummy.” Agan said trying to make the two quiet.

"A lob... okay, who cares." Legate muttered.

“Now I’m going to be called to the choir of the balrogs and I get to sing those awesome melodies! And hey…” Pitch looked around him, “Didn’t I have quite a nice timing, eh?”

“Okay, shut him up. I mean I’m really ready to kill him, right now.” Agan said annoyedly.

“But who should do it, and how? I’m ready to vote but I’m not too happy with these pointed and sharp objects.” Elronds daughter asked quite frankly.

“Well someone has to do the dirty work, I guess…” Macalaure said a bit disappointed and picked a giant axe from the floor.

“Rain it on me, let the skulls be splintered!” Pitchie laughed now aloud.

“Couldn’t we change the vote now, like for Ed, I’ll change mine?” Boro offered – but others had learned to not listen to him anymore after he had shown clear signs of becoming crazy during the Day as well.

“Shut up, very helpful indeed…” Greenie hissed to him.

“Are you mad everyone?” Skip burst and took a javelin from the flor, hurling it towards Pitch.

“Let’s finish this tomfoolery!” Rikae yelled and thrusted a long-sword into Pitchie’s stomach.

“Like you say…” Mac added and hammered the axe through Pitchie’s skull.

“I’m soo happy… I feel fine… Hey, I’m not dead… no I think I am…” Pitch had fallen on the floor and was now lying in a pool of his own blood.

“Do you think he went somewhere?” Mänwe asked quietly as the silence fell.

“I think he’s still here… well, there.” Shasta said pointing to the dead corpse.

“So what was it, what he was?” Nessa asked from behind the wall of onlookers.

“He was the cobbler, look at the darkness of the blood he has bled…” wilwa said in a bitter tone.

It was only now they were sure of it. Pitchwife was indeed the blood of the cobbler.



The living:


elronds_daughter - A spirit of no-nonsense
Macalaure - Carmótar, the Maia of housework
Shastanis Althreduin - A spirit of water
wilwarin538 - Belongs to Vána, cares for all the small garden dwelling, winged creatures
Nessa Telrunya - The patron of town criers across the world
Rikae - A spirit in charge of silicon & static electricity
Boromir88 - A Maia of Mandos, the interpretter of dreams
A Little Green - A spirit in charge of aliens, hummingbirds and farming
Skip Spence - A follower of Aule with an avid interest in behavioural sciences
Mänwe - A spirit of short acquintances
Legate of Amon Lanc - A Maia associated with the unfathomed depths of the world's seas but also with the waters surrounding Arda in the outer space...
Aganzir - Aka. Firebeck, a spirit of fire
Caílin - A spirit of secrecy



The dead:

Satansaloser2005 - (Innocent) A spirit of ducks, muffins and cookies; reduced to ashes and dust on D1.
Ozban – (Innocent) Yavanna's underling with inferiority complex. Caretaker of undergrowth and small bushes in general, especially blackberries; ripped to pieces, dried and unintentionally pulverized on N2.
Kath – (Innocent) A spirit of nostalgy; ripped to pieces, dried and unintentionally pulverized on N2.
Loslote - (Innocent) A spirit of sunshine and rainbows; melted down and turned into vapor on D2.
Kitanna - (Hunter) A spirit of all things unimaginative; committed a willful suicide on N3.
Thinlómien - (innocent) A maia who lives in Lórien and paints the dreams of those sleeping there; her destiny was buried with Utumno collapsing over her body on N3.
Valier - (Innocent) A handmaiden of Yavanna, collecting the morning dew from the petals of flowers; her destiny was buried with Utumno collapsing over her body on N3.
Inziladun - (Innocent) A vassal of Námo, serving as a warden in Mandos; cut in half and turned to stone by Sauron on D3.
Eomer of the Rohirrim – (Innocent) An associate of Ossë, speciality: lochs and ponds, great alliance with frogs; skinned, gutted and sank into his own blood on N4.
Blind Guardian –(Innocent) A spirit of evil ways; skinned, gutted and sank into her own blood on N4.
Pitchwife - (Cobbler) Tender of Oromë's dogs; killed by the Maiar on D4.


It is Night 5. The sleep is overcoming you...