Assigned to Mordor Planning/Discussion Thread

[Kath]

February is only a problem for me if this goes beyond the 10th. Otherwise it's fine.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

In front of Post 100, please. I'd meant to go find that, but I was distracted.

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All done!! ~*~ Pio

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Okay. We're in a Florida flower garden, admiring Orlando's world-famous blooms. And we found the guy name after them.

But I'm not sure how to get his fangirls to leave him yet. So Alli's flirting their way into a free flight back to Mount Doom. Any ideas?

[littlemanpoet]

I have altered the Third Test instruction post.

Each member of the Offending Party is required to produce ONE "most valued possession of a celebrity', not THREE. If you want to do more than one, go for it.

[Encaitare]

I have altered the Third Test instruction post.

Each member of the Offending Party is required to produce ONE "most valued possession of a celebrity', not THREE. If you want to do more than one, go for it.

Thank you so much, LMP. This week has been nothing short of insane, so this change helps loads.

[the guy who be short]

Each member of the Offending Party is required to produce ONE "most valued possession of a celebrity', not THREE. If you want to do more than one, go for it.

Aww, I've already got mine. I guess I'll go for bonus points.

[Celuien]

Originally Posted by littlemanpoet

I have altered the Third Test instruction post.

Each member of the Offending Party is required to produce ONE "most valued possession of a celebrity', not THREE. If you want to do more than one, go for it.

Thanks! That makes things much easier.

Durelin - I love the post. I'll post tomorrow with Panakeia's view of the journey to Lost Angles and bring us inside the Cultivation Center.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I didn't edit the post I was going to. I just included what I wanted in my next one. Kath, do you want to take over for the landing and reunification with the group? Just... make sure you mention that Tom Felton stays with Alli and that the fangirls are still following him. I have... plans.

[Kath]

Yep that sounds fine. What's the deadline tomorrow anyone?

[Celuien]

Okay. Panakeia has her trophy. I may not be able to post again before the deadline, so take it away, Durelin.

[Durelin]

Originally Posted by Celuien

Okay. Panakeia has her trophy. I may not be able to post again before the deadline, so take it away, Durelin.

Lovely! Thanks for getting Valde into position.

I hate putting Saves up, but I'm afraid I have no choice... Though of course it will be filled in before 7 pm tomorrow, unless I have died.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Kath: I've gotten us to whatshisyap that plays Malfoy. He got beaten up pretty badly, but I think he'll clean up nicely. Take 'er away.

[Kath]

Ok Fea I've taken it up to the fangirls leaving Orlando. I don't think you ever did go make that deal with the pilot so I'll leave that and getting back to Mount Doom up to you yes?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Excellent. I'm going to edit in a sentence or two to the finding of whatshisyap and I'll get to the pilot very shortly.

[the guy who be short]

Thanks for providing his entrance. We had planned to haved Eomer be Johnny Depp's agent, and when the Guy picked JD as his celeb, I gave EotR a heads-up; then Guy took ol' JD in a completely different and unexpected direction, which "scuppered" the idea, to use EotR's words.

Well, that's what you get for keeping secrets.

For the record, I believe that Alli, Sai, Panakeia, Valde, Fléin, Aimé (cute name by the way) and Mysterious Dog-Professor are all gathered with Anakron.

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Fea, let us see where the wind takes us.

By the way, I thought I had stayed in the café. I don't want to get in anyone's way. I can just pop up at random intervals if that would be more convenient than hanging around the Party.

[Celuien]

0 points??? Well, it was still fun divesting the Captain of his artificial hair. But I have plans for what I'll get next, probably at the University Hospital of Mordor. This battle isn't over.

[littlemanpoet]

Originally Posted by Celuien

0 points??? Well, it was still fun divesting the Captain of his artificial hair. But I have plans for what I'll get next, probably at the University Hospital of Mordor. This battle isn't over.

Glad to see you're such a gamer. I was a little worried that some of you might be rather ticked with me. However, the instructions were clear ... and apparently somewhat forgotten in the detail..... Oh well. As you've suggested already, there will be opportunities for further attempts at Test 2; they do not have to occur at Mount Doom Casino and Resort. ... well, they can't, can they, seeing as the place is no more? I liked doing that.

Oh, and Fea, is Roggie well rewarded for his part in the movie?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Quite well rewarded, LMP, and glad to see that Anakron at least treats balrogs with the equality that they deserve. Alli might have to bring up that story that Khamul mentioned back at the Resort if he didn't.

Elempi, will all of those Barrowdowners named actually being taken part in the next challenge, the town whose name so mysteriously sounds like Tol-in-Gaurhoth?

Oh, and I don't think that Alli likes Fea very much. What a pity. And how fun to write.

[littlemanpoet]

As to "all those Barrowdowners", the answer is 'no'. I've asked many to most of them, but various and sundry had to beg off for various and sundry, and quite legitimate reasons. Like having a life. So let's all pay them well for their priorities by writing their characters for them. All Offending Party members - and cameo'ers, feel free to spoof at will.

Sorry I didn't much pick up on Fordim's post; I wanted to but there was much to cover and that one slipped my mind. so let the discussions at the village include the Pug's poll. 'K?

[the guy who be short]

Behold! The specific WW related things sent to Mordor:

• getting lynched on the first Day of Werewolf
• Multiple lynching in Werewolf
• role of Ranger in werewolf
• werewolf games

[littlemanpoet]

NAME: Eomer of the Rohirrim.

AGE: 21.

RACE: Man (of Rohan, sooth, sooth).

GENDER: Male.

WEAPONS: The ability to run away rather quickly; a sword (mostly for show); and a high-pitched shriek.

APPEARANCE: Eomer is a little over six feet tall and is thin. He tends to wear shabby clothes: jackets, cloaks. At times, this looks quite fetching in an 'outsider' kind of way. Most of the time, though, he just looks like a tramp. He has flowing hair which changes colour as it pleases: here dark brown, here golden, here sepia. He has deep eyes which somehow catch people's attention, probably because they cannot help but try to judge whether Eomer is still alive. He has a highly lazy look about him; maybe 'sedated' is a more fitting word.

PERSONALITY: Selfish; uninterested in other people; cynical. But that's on the inside. To other eyes he appears delightful, charming and winsome. When in the mood, Eomer can be extremely unlikeable to those who get close to him; and this mood takes him quite often.

STRENGTHS: The ability to make himself appear far more interesting and desirable than he actually is. Also, upon hearing the sound of drums & electric guitar, he obtains great and dangerous energy. Mostly, this power is but a memory of his pre-Mordor days.

WEAKNESSES: The sound of beautiful piano music can sometimes reduce him to a weeping wreck, especially at inopportune moments. And axes through his heart: that's another weakness.

HISTORY: Eomer lived an unwholesome and self-centred life in a land far, far away, until, after crowing about his perfection one time too many, was mysteriously assigned to Mordor by his as-yet unknown nemesys.

[littlemanpoet]

Character Description Form: Hookbill

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES
Spawn of Ungoliant

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
None

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
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for your character please include:

NAME: Hookbill the Goomba

AGE: 18

RACE: Goomba. Or, more accurately, a man.

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A moderate wit.

APPEARANCE: Small and unadorned. He has also a grey tunic and orange cloak with Black trousers and large brown boots. No fixed hairstyle.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Crazy Caption player and proud of it! British and Proud of it! Usually quiet, probably trying to think of something witty to say, but will probably fail utterly. His main strength is running away from danger. His main weakness is not running fast enough.

HISTORY: Spending much of his time on the outskirts of Mirkwood, near to the house of Radagast (from whom he got a lot of food. Weather Radagast knows this is another matter). He grew up in a rural village and was trained as a scientist, but broke the bonds of oppression and became a poet, but was thrown out of the village when his poetry turned out to be terrible. He later became a cobbler in Dol Gaurgauroth for reasons best know to himself.

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First post:

“Well, I’m a cobbler,” said the rather defensive Hookbill as he moved behind a chair away from one of the villagers. “I’ve been here for three years. I’m not a new character, or even a cameo.”
“Then why,” enquired the villager, “does your post title say ‘Hookbill’s Cameo?’”
The little man stopped and thought. Too many questions so early in the morning, only four o’clock pm! Did these people have no respect? “You’re not supposed to be able to see that.” He mumbled eventually looking at his shoes and seeing an interesting pattern in the creases of the leather.
“Well, I don’t like this,” continued the villager, now getting rather annoyed, “You had better not meet me again, or you’ll be sorry.” The villager stormed out leaving footprints in the floorboards and breaking the door as it was closed. Hookbill slowly sunk to the ground and hummed to himself until a brick flew through his window and hit him on the head.
Awaking some time later, Hookbill found a note attached to the brick, ‘Shut up’ was written on one side. On the other was ‘Welcome to Dol Gaurgauroth. Please enjoy our snack bars’. He sighed and got back to work.

[littlemanpoet]

Night is now upon the village of Dol Gaurgauroth.

Ranger, Seer, and Werewolves, PM me with your choices; the Hunter already has.

As soon as I have received their choices, as well as the werewolf kill, and posted the New Day post, Day Two shall begin. So stay tuned.

Any questions?

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Tradition, I guess.

. . .

I learned a valuable lesson today--it's about putting up a SAVE when you need it.

And I just made this nice, long post . . . Do you mind if I just put it here? I wanted at least one post in this game, and maybe the Discussion thread would count. Yeah, I'm crazy like that . . .

POST PLACED ~*~ PIO
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Nilpaurion Felagund's post

'Ah, Nilp. Or is it Alice today? I seem to remember seeing an Emily recently... how goes it with you?'

'Blink blink,' the eyelids replied.

'Scratch scratch,' the head and hand asked in unison.

'Yawn,' the mouths opined.

And, then, one of them screamed.

He had suddenly been transported to . . . a pair of his eyes--the red one with three black dots in it--turned to a sign.

'Welcome to Dol Gaurgaurhothr.
Population: Changes pretty fast.'

'Blimey. I'm still stuck with this guy? I thought I left him in Mt. Doom,' someone to his left said. His head turned in that direction, but he saw only a drunk man wearing what looked to him like an aluminium head-dress--Aluminium Hatted Man, he named the character, aHM for short--, conversing with a small-pink clad monkey holding what seems to be a pistol. No, that couldn't have been them. Where did that voice come--

'I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?' a female voice to his right said. He turned to the direction of the voice again. But he saw only a male-type Man. Even if that man could speak in a female voice, it couldn't have been him. His vocal chords was at least two metres away from him. Plus, he was his airway was constricted by a looped rope hung from a strange wooden cantilever.

Then where are the voices coming from?

'Oh, look, a bone,' the female voice said, and he felt himself being dragged in a direction he didn't intend to go. Suddenly, he stopped, and he found himself sitting down. He heard the sounds of a nineteen year-old gnawing on a bloody sheep's shank to his right.

He felt someone glaring at him. He turned, and saw a middle-aged female mortal with blonde hair of a questionable shade. Her seemingly violet eyes, had they had mouths, would surely be screaming bloody murder.

'Would someone please lynch us?' the creepy voice to his left said aloud. 'I'd rather be dead than stuck with him like this.'

He suddenly recalled that voice. Once, he had heard it only in the confines of his mind. It was then he realised.

Nilpaurion had three faces.

'Hi, Fea! I'm here, Emily!' another familiar female voice said behind him.

Make that four. Oh, wearing glasses would be so difficult now . . . But his nearsightedness and astigmatism weren't his primary concern now.

How do I escape from here? he thought. Think, Nilpy, think!

'Wait a second,' yelped Sai--how did he know the name? 'Will we actually be killed? That wasn't in the contract!'

That's it! Hey, isn't that Ms. Sai Onara, the lass I met in Gondor while looking for a cure for multiple-personality disorder? Never mind that! So, what was my idea? Well, since I'm of the Elder race, dying would only bring me to Mandos, about a pleasant day's walk from my childhood home. Yeah, that's it! I just have to die. Nilpaurion's strange red eyes glanced from side to side, hoping that the physically manifest alter-egos would not notice the decision made in his mind by the other half-unnamed alter-egos that made up Nilpaurion Felagund's governing council. Now, how do I pull this off . . .

'Your attention, please!' he cried as he walked to the centre of the town quadrangle. There was a hush as all eyes turned to him, some screaming bloody murder in various degrees of violence, some snorting, 'What an attention-seeker!' while others just stared with their lower eyelids dropping as if they were jaws. Nilpaurion wasn't exactly a model Elf, or an Elven model for that matter, and the three new faces that suddenly sprouted on either side and the back of his head didn't help matters.

[At this point, the narrative brakes, and then shifts into poetic gear.]

Ascended Finrod's son and heir.
With dreadful voice he uttered there:
'Be you friend, or foe, or just a guest
Of Barrowdowns, or on a quest
To fare away from this sad part
Of Middle-earth, Dark Land's black heart,
Neither law, nor love, nor league of Hell,
Nor any Troll from Dunland Fell
May save you if you do not vote
For Nilpy Feg, with brains of oat;
For he is obviously a wolf--
Uh, wait a mo: What rhymes with 'wolf'?

[Here the poetic part ends, and the narrative continues.]

All eyes blinked at least once; some did so twice, and a few other thrice. When they had finished blinking, he saw something in their eyes that made him smile. They were all too ready to lynch him. But he frowned when he looked deeper. They only wanted to rid themselves of his atrocious poetry, which seemed to be on par with Vogonwë's (of Entish Bow fame). Hmph, not appreciating my poetry. I should send the lot of you to Mordor, or something. Hmmm, maybe I'll post about that later. Oh, never me mind that! They're about to lynch me, and I don't care for what the reason, so long as they do it.

But suddenly, Emily sidled into the conversation, 'What? What does all that mean?'

All eyes blinked again, and when they had opened, confusion replaced the anger they felt at his horrendous butchering of lyric Art (short for Arthur, of course). Not a few were muttering, 'What did he mean? Some troll from Dunland fell on a nilpy peg--what's a "nilpy" peg, anyway?--while eating oat bran?' He had lost his 'Lynch me!' momentum. He had to regain it. Nilpaurion grinned sheepishly, or rather like a sheep trying hard to look like a wolf hiding in a fluffy woolen pullover.

'What it means, my dear villagers, is that I'm a werewolf. You must lynch me, lest I destroy your village. If you do not vote for me, that means you're not trying to help this village, so I'll vote for you. Is that clear?'

'Hey, Mr. ModeVayor,' a female voice cried from behind Nilp, 'is multiple voting allowed?'

Before Anakron could answer, the creepy voice declared, 'If that's allowed, then let's just vote for Nilp an infinite number of times.'

'I don't know,' said another female voice, this time from Nilp's right, her voice dripping with sensibility, 'isn't death by lynching a bit painful?'

But she was ignored. No Seer was needed to see that; Alice was usually ignored by everyone. 'I vote for

++Nilpaurion Felagund

toDAY,' Adam said.

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. . . Hmmm, I wouldn't happen to be cluttering up this thread, would I?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Way to be busy, phantom.

I like it. When Alli and Mardil start talking again, they'll eventually have to chat about this.

[the guy who be short]

List of Assigned things updated to include P19: http://forum.barrowdowns.com/showthr...549#post435549

Henceforth, every time a new page is completed, I will try to update the list as soon as possible. This means I won't need to post announcements like this every so often. I'll continue the updating until the end of the RPG.

EDIT: When does Day 2 end, Elempi?

[the guy who be short]

Fea: do whatever you want. I just thought it'd be a sneaky Fea thing to do.