Tol-in-Gaurhoth XIII: Enter Shamville

[dancing spawn of ungoliant]

The villagers had had enough. They wanted to put an end to the mad massacre, and so they decided to lynch the village undertaker. "You've already taken too many of us six feet under", the ever-reducing lot growled as they approached littlemanpoet. The remaining residents had brought most imaginative gadgets with them in order to finish things as efficiently as possible.

Anguirel squeezed his slingshot and an arsenal of ammunition consisting mostly of walnuts and apples, Eonwe fingered a tuberous billy club, Lalaith bore a cutlass and tar-ancalime held a thingamabob that she called a fool-proof Werecreature eliminator. In one rank the four walked towards littlemanpoet who stood on the other side of the village square glaring at the villagers half smugly, knowing that they would have to admit their mistake, and half peevishly, knowing that he himself would not be able to see that moment.

"You killed our friends: prepare to die", the group bawled.

"Now listen, you idiots, do you really want to fill the three graves I dug today? This is insane, you are a useless bunch of twits!" littlemanpoet hissed. But of course, the villagers didn't tolerate that kind of speech from a death-sentenced, and so they attacked him without hesitating to use their gizmos. The air was thick with nuts and vegetable food, and after Anguirel run out of ammunition, Eonwe and tar-ancalime rushed to contribute the lynching. Finally Lalaith sprang forth and cut littlemanpoet's throat with her sword. Hearts pounding and clothes covered with blood the villagers stepped back to admire the fruit of their collaboration. They had managed to kill the undertaker pretty efficiently, but the down side was that it seemed that he wasn't a werewolf after all. It was proved that the Werecreature eliminator can eliminate normal human beings too, though.



Living:
Anguirel - jester
Eonwe - militiaman
Lalaith - goosegirl
tar-ancalime - charlatan

Dead:
dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1
Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1
Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2
Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2
Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3
WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3
Celuien(ranger) - mauled with musical instruments on Night 4
Kitanna(wolf) - stoned, battered and decapitated on Day 4
Wilwarin538(seer) - eyes plucked out and made into a scarecrow on Night 5
Glirdan(ord) - taunted to death on Day 5
Firefoot(ord) - mutilated and deformed on Night 6
littlemanpoet(ord) - maimed with wondrous gadgets on Day 6

Score:
Villagers: 3
Wolves: 1

It is now Night 7. As I said earlier, I'll be without internet access this Saturday. I suggest that we don't use 24-hour-long phases anymore (only two people said that they approved the suggestion and now the other one is dead) and Day 7 will begin probably at 3:00 pm. GMT tomorrow. Is it fine? Post in the admin thread if you have any complains about that, please. Good Night!

[Gurthang]

"Cursed, since your birth dear, and your worst fears have all come true"

During the night, a heart chilling howl split the silence. Every villager sat upright in their beds. To each the howl had sounded almost outside their window. But the silence reigned again, although sleep did not.

When they arose in the morning, each made their way to the center of town, just as they had grown accustomed to do. The Villagers were already used to encountering the loss of a new Villager every morning, and therefore couldn't believe their eyes when they gathered to the village square. Everyone was there and very much alive. What did this mean? Had the wolf become a pacifist in one night? Had someone somehow escaped from the wolves never-missing grasp? They stood for a while in silence, trying to sort out their thoughts. But suddenly the villagers noticed a big 'C' carved on the wall of the nearest house.

They walked over to inspect the carving, which appeared to have been made by claws. Yet the letter had been hewn out of solid stone. Quivering, the villagers turned and walked away, knowing that the symbol had been left by the Werewolf.

"A 'C'? What could that mean?", one thought out loud.

"Clowns, perhaps?", piped in the very cheery jester.

"No, it can't be that. We're talking wolves here."

"Claws!"

"No, it has to Mean something."

"Then it must mean... Cursed..."

All the villagers gasped. But two of those gasps were only a ploy. Terrified they looked at each other. They knew that the nightly howl had sounded much to joyful to be normal. Suddenly they knew why the wolvish noise had sounded so full of glee. One of their own had been converted into a werewolf.


Living:
Anguirel - jester
Eonwe - militiaman
Lalaith - goosegirl
tar-ancalime - charlatan

Dead:
dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1
Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1
Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2
Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2
Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3
WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3
Celuien(ranger) - mauled with musical instruments on Night 4
Kitanna(wolf) - stoned, battered and decapitated on Day 4
Wilwarin538(seer) - eyes plucked out and made into a scarecrow on Night 5
Glirdan(ord) - taunted to death on Day 5
Firefoot(ord) - mutilated and deformed on Night 6
littlemanpoet(ord) - maimed with wondrous gadgets on Day 6

Score:
Villagers: 2
Wolves: 2

It is now Day 7. Day will end in 24 hours, or when everyone has voted. Normally, this villager to wolf ratio would mean that the wolves have won. But the outcome is not yet that certain.

[Anguirel]

Well...after acting so smarmy yesterday...I have to admit I haven't the vaguest idea what's going on. Or why we're not all dead.

My evil stratagem has now completely caved in, so I'll tell you what I had in mind.

In the event of Eonwe being slain and the Cursed One not being found, I was planning to vote for Lalaith, thus forcing her to vote for herself if she wanted the village to win. She would then hunt tar-ancalime, and I, the jester, would alone survive! I would be lord of the village! I would dance on the corpses!

JESTER WINS!

But it was not to be. Now, Lalaith, once again everything lies in your hands. You are the only one of us who cannot be Cursed, as you are clearly the Hunter. I want you to accept my apologies for my framing of Glirdan and LMP-Menel wasn't intentional-and to believe that I've turned over a new leaf. I've repented. Our revels now are ended. I only manipulated people and sent them to their doom when it seemed we were winning by too wide a margin. I wanted there to be a factor of thrill. But now the wolves might actually win-should have won already-

Please believe that I'm on your side. I acted like a Cobbler or a Cursed Villager yesterday and the day before, true; but I would not have known to do so were I the Cursed One. I was playing mind-games, but now the game has swept ahead of me.

Now-I say we lynch the smoother, more dangerous wolf first.

++TAR-ANCALIME

[Lalaith]

Sigh. This game has not covered me in glory: giving the wolf a sporting chance was a foolish, quixotic action.

I don't believe a word you say Ang and I'm very much inclined to Hunt you whether you are a wolf or not.
But I'm pretty sure that voting to kill the known wolf, tar-ancalime now is the only option open, I'll worry about the other wolf, and you, later.

++tar-ancalime

[tar-ancalime]

My goodness, aren't we sure of ourselves today?

Because I have limited computer access this weekend, this is likely to be my only post of the DAY.

I decline to vote.

[Anguirel]

Originally Posted by Lalaith

Sigh. This game has not covered me in glory: giving the wolf a sporting chance was a foolish, quixotic action.

It was also the correct action. I do not repudiate it even now. There is more to this game than phantom-style competition. There should be honour even among wolves and fools.

Originally Posted by Lalaith

I don't believe a word you say Ang and I'm very much inclined to Hunt you whether you are a wolf or not.

You can doubt my information if you like, but please don't dismiss it. Considering it is vital in order to make some sense of this bedlam we're in.

I have a sudden fear-if we lynch tar-ancalime today, her acolyte Eonwe will kill one of us, well, me, tonight...then it'll be one-on-one. Another rightful wolf victory. How long can we expect this crazy deadlock clemency to last?

Still, we can't now orchestrate a double lynching. Too late to be spoilsports-the numbers are against us...I suppose we'd better just kill what wolves we can.

[Lalaith]

I am not sure why we (myself and the other innocent) have been kept alive, except perhaps to heap further humiliations on us, as I cannot see how we can win now - the scenario you just sketched out, Anguirel, seems inescapable.

How you can talk about honour, though, without blushing, I do not know. I too was a fool, but I was an honest fool, I thought LMP was a wolf, or rather, I thought tar-a was NOT a wolf, which amounts to the same thing.

[Anguirel]

At least I've learnt a lesson. If you're a Villager, there's no point in carrying out Machiavellian schemes against the world. LMP has had his vengeance from beyond the grave. Ah well.

Of course, I suppose Eonwe could repay our generosity to the wolves by attacking you, Lalaith, instead of me, but then you'd probably hunt me rather than him anyway. Oh dear.

Barring more Mod miracles, we're doomed, but at least the original triumvirate will lie dead.