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Thinlómien · 06-12-2006, 04:41 PM

They were all shocked by the death of Lalaith. Or, shocked and shocked.
“They killed Lalaith? I'm shocked!” the phantom opened the Day.
“I figured I'd just show up at the very end to vote”, he added.

“Who are you and what have you done with our phantom?” Dimwë asked him jokingly. And they went on to nag at each other the whole Day, the discussion covering all from lurid dreams involving Aimé to hotpants and fishnet stockings.

But there seemed to develop some more serious duels of words. For example, Roa_Aoife, Elenwë’s personal guard, and Firefoot, Aredhel’s friend, were on each other’s throats.

But above all, everyone was quite unsure who to suspect, and even more tales of old were brought to the discussion than before. Encaitare, the standard-bearer, even tried to recount the tales of every family involved. Not everyone saw the profit of the endeavour, and she stopped.

Valier didn’t like it when it was stated that there was a movement against her. “I wasn't aware there was a movement”, she complained, “I still don't like when people put stuff in their posts.”

“Six votes in an electorate of twelve isn't merely a movement, m'dear. It's practically a Crusade!” Ang corrected her.

“If Eonwe doesn't show today I'm voting FO RHIM tomorrow unless a really good case for someone else is presented”, Roa proclaimed. They all looked around, but Eonwe was nowhere to be seen.

“How gajopyiferous”, Ang commented.

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I’m not going to watch this kinslaying-thing go forwards anymore! The case with the Teleri was enough, Eonwe thought during the morning, as the Elves were accusing each other ever more louder. Silently he crept outdoors and breathed the fresh cold air. He wandered to the shore and stood there alone for a time. He had decided already. He had made his decision. Slowly he took the steps needed to reach the water and fell to the embrace of the chilly seas. He let the currents take him to wherever they would.

No tale tells his fate.

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In the end, the suspicion of Naria was quite mutual. The accusation “too quiet, must die” came from many directions.

Naria listened to the accusations piling up on her. She was pale, but remained calm outside. Inside, she was torn, and there was no trace of calmness there. I deserve this, she thought. I deserve this for what I did to Lalaith. And to Kitanna. And to Thinlómien and Nogrod. I deserve to die. I don’t want to live with this.

“It’s Naria then. She must die”, Valier voiced the inevitable. By that time, Naria was already running.

“Where is she?” Firefoot asked, worried.
“She’s running away!” the phantom yelled, seeing her through the window.
Desperately the Elves ran after her, weapons in their hands.

But Naria was already out of their reach. As she ran, she began to transform. Her skin grew black and white feathers, her legs shortened making it more difficult for her to run, and her nose turned into a beak. Wholly transformed, she reached the gorge Boromir had been dumped into. He had been the Rockhopper. And she was the Chinstrap.

She gave one final glance to her fellow elves. With her small right wing, she waved goodbye. Then she cast herself to the abyss.

~ 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
Eonwe - Turgon's herald - ordo, lost in the waves of the dark sea on Day3
Naria - Family's goat herder - werepenguin, driven into a gorge by her consicience on Day3

~ 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
Firefoot- Aredhel's friend
Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer
the phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire
Roa_Aoife - Elenwë's personal guard
Valier - Elenwe's personal chamber maid

Night4 has now begun.

Emperor, send your pick to Nogrod.

06-12-2006, 04:41 PM	#340
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	They were all shocked by the death of Lalaith. Or, shocked and shocked. “They killed Lalaith? I'm shocked!” the phantom opened the Day. “I figured I'd just show up at the very end to vote”, he added. “Who are you and what have you done with our phantom?” Dimwë asked him jokingly. And they went on to nag at each other the whole Day, the discussion covering all from lurid dreams involving Aimé to hotpants and fishnet stockings. But there seemed to develop some more serious duels of words. For example, Roa_Aoife, Elenwë’s personal guard, and Firefoot, Aredhel’s friend, were on each other’s throats. But above all, everyone was quite unsure who to suspect, and even more tales of old were brought to the discussion than before. Encaitare, the standard-bearer, even tried to recount the tales of every family involved. Not everyone saw the profit of the endeavour, and she stopped. Valier didn’t like it when it was stated that there was a movement against her. “I wasn't aware there was a movement”, she complained, “I still don't like when people put stuff in their posts.” “Six votes in an electorate of twelve isn't merely a movement, m'dear. It's practically a Crusade!” Ang corrected her. “If Eonwe doesn't show today I'm voting FO RHIM tomorrow unless a really good case for someone else is presented”, Roa proclaimed. They all looked around, but Eonwe was nowhere to be seen. “How gajopyiferous”, Ang commented. --------------------- I’m not going to watch this kinslaying-thing go forwards anymore! The case with the Teleri was enough, Eonwe thought during the morning, as the Elves were accusing each other ever more louder. Silently he crept outdoors and breathed the fresh cold air. He wandered to the shore and stood there alone for a time. He had decided already. He had made his decision. Slowly he took the steps needed to reach the water and fell to the embrace of the chilly seas. He let the currents take him to wherever they would. No tale tells his fate. ----------------------- In the end, the suspicion of Naria was quite mutual. The accusation “too quiet, must die” came from many directions. Naria listened to the accusations piling up on her. She was pale, but remained calm outside. Inside, she was torn, and there was no trace of calmness there. I deserve this, she thought. I deserve this for what I did to Lalaith. And to Kitanna. And to Thinlómien and Nogrod. I deserve to die. I don’t want to live with this. “It’s Naria then. She must die”, Valier voiced the inevitable. By that time, Naria was already running. “Where is she?” Firefoot asked, worried. “She’s running away!” the phantom yelled, seeing her through the window. Desperately the Elves ran after her, weapons in their hands. But Naria was already out of their reach. As she ran, she began to transform. Her skin grew black and white feathers, her legs shortened making it more difficult for her to run, and her nose turned into a beak. Wholly transformed, she reached the gorge Boromir had been dumped into. He had been the Rockhopper. And she was the Chinstrap. She gave one final glance to her fellow elves. With her small right wing, she waved goodbye. Then she cast herself to the abyss. ~ 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 Eonwe - Turgon's herald - ordo, lost in the waves of the dark sea on Day3 Naria - Family's goat herder - werepenguin, driven into a gorge by her consicience on Day3 ~ 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 Firefoot- Aredhel's friend Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer the phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire Roa_Aoife - Elenwë's personal guard Valier - Elenwe's personal chamber maid Night4 has now begun. Emperor, send your pick to Nogrod. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris Last edited by Thinlómien; 06-12-2006 at 04:44 PM.