Tol-in-Gaurhoth XVI: No man is an Island - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Rune Son of Bjarne · 01-20-2006, 08:43 PM

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Originally Posted by Lhunardawen

Menel - Aman
does anyone have any suggestions about who the subject of my next dream should be? I'm thinking malka, but you might have better ideas.

I think Malkatoj would be an exelent choise, if neiter her or Menel turn out to be wolfs I will kill my self.

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Originally Posted by Lhunardawen

And if Menel's not a wolf - we should be looking at the silent ones, especially Zali and malka, perhaps even Rune and Farael even if I still can't picture them as our remaining wolves. And if ever they are, well, I'll hate them for the rest of my life.

I think you would be in title to do so; infact if I will hate my self for the rest of my life, if I turn out a wolf. Imagin not telling my self of such a thing. (this was just a silly remark, please do not be confused and kill me)

Rune Son of Bjarne · 01-20-2006, 08:46 PM

Sorry for dubble posting.

Lhuna you seem to have made a mistake. Malkatoj votet Meneltarmacil just like last Day.

Lhunardawen · 01-20-2006, 09:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Rune Son of Bjarne

I think Malkatoj would be an exelent choise, if neiter her or Menel turn out to be wolfs I will kill my self.

I'll hold you to that, Rune.

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I think you would be in title to do so; infact if I will hate my self for the rest of my life, if I turn out a wolf. Imagin not telling my self of such a thing. (this was just a silly remark, please do not be confused and kill me

Imagine being a wolf without knowing it...

Sorry. I need a bit of a laugh, you know.

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Lhuna you seem to have made a mistake. Malkatoj votet Meneltarmacil just like last Day.

Why, I have! You really can't blame me for that, can you? I've been under much stress...

I wonder what this means, further cover for herself? After all it's nearly the end, for good or ill...

Formendacil · 01-20-2006, 10:32 PM

After Alcarillo’s death, the only thing that the village could decide on was that they didn’t want to kill Lhunardawen. After the better part of a week, two Werewolves still remained hidden in their midst- and about those two Werewolves, the villagers each had some very specific ideas.

The most prevalent idea of the day was that Meneltarmacil was guilty. The dweller on the edge of town had always been considered creepy, but he also seemed more silent than usual, and the remaining villagers were jumpy. Taking his distraction for a sign of Wolfishness, they chose him as their victim.

“What…” said Meneltarmacil, snapping out of his trance. “You’re lynching… me!”

“I believe that is what I just said,” said Naria, the self-proclaimed Huntress having taken on the persona of village law enforcement.

“But… you can’t!” said Meneltarmacil. “I’m the new Ranger!”

“You’re just saying that to get out of a sticky situation!” said Amanaduial.

“I notice that it doesn’t hurt you any,” said Farael.

“No, seriously!” said Meneltarmacil. “Alcarillo’s been training me for months!”

“There’s no way to know short of lynching you,” said Naria. “If we let you live, we’ll never KNOW!”

“I won’t let you do this to the village!” said Meneltarmacil, grabbing his sword. “This is idiocy.”

“What this is,” said Naria, “is following the rules.” She drew her own blade.

Meneltarmacil lunged at Naria, dodging her blows, and attacking with his own.

“You have some skill,” said Naria. “But swordsmanship does not a ranger make.”

“She’s getting a little arrogant, isn’t she?” said Malkatoj to Cailín.

“Oh please!” said Rune, “enough fighting!”

“The village rules were agreed to by Meneltarmacil,” said Lhuna, hard. “He was selected for death today.”

“That’s cruel!” said Rune.

“Careful, or you’ll be next,” said Amanaduial.

Meanwhile, the duel was ending poorly for Meneltarmacil. Naria was clearly the more experienced of the two, and soon he lay, swordless, on the ground.

“Go ahead!” he said, “end it!”

“Any last words?” said Naria.

“I’d rather they weren’t…” said Meneltarmacil, “but if you insist… Then I’m going to say that you’re all idiots. It’s a classic quote, and quite appropriate.”

And in a blow, Naria’s sword crashed down and Meneltarmacil’s life ended. Severed with his neck was a silver chain.

“Look!” said Cailín, pulling it out of the dead man’s tunic. “The Tree of the Kings! Meneltarmacil was the APPRENTICE RANGER, after all.”

“I guess we are idiots,” said Amanaduial.

Day 6 is over, Night 7 is in session. I am waiting for my nightly names. Day 7 will begin at the normal time.

~Michael A. Joosten - WW XVI Moderator~

01-20-2006, 10:32 PM	#4
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	After Alcarillo’s death, the only thing that the village could decide on was that they didn’t want to kill Lhunardawen. After the better part of a week, two Werewolves still remained hidden in their midst- and about those two Werewolves, the villagers each had some very specific ideas. The most prevalent idea of the day was that Meneltarmacil was guilty. The dweller on the edge of town had always been considered creepy, but he also seemed more silent than usual, and the remaining villagers were jumpy. Taking his distraction for a sign of Wolfishness, they chose him as their victim. “What…” said Meneltarmacil, snapping out of his trance. “You’re lynching… me!” “I believe that is what I just said,” said Naria, the self-proclaimed Huntress having taken on the persona of village law enforcement. “But… you can’t!” said Meneltarmacil. “I’m the new Ranger!” “You’re just saying that to get out of a sticky situation!” said Amanaduial. “I notice that it doesn’t hurt you any,” said Farael. “No, seriously!” said Meneltarmacil. “Alcarillo’s been training me for months!” “There’s no way to know short of lynching you,” said Naria. “If we let you live, we’ll never KNOW!” “I won’t let you do this to the village!” said Meneltarmacil, grabbing his sword. “This is idiocy.” “What this is,” said Naria, “is following the rules.” She drew her own blade. Meneltarmacil lunged at Naria, dodging her blows, and attacking with his own. “You have some skill,” said Naria. “But swordsmanship does not a ranger make.” “She’s getting a little arrogant, isn’t she?” said Malkatoj to Cailín. “Oh please!” said Rune, “enough fighting!” “The village rules were agreed to by Meneltarmacil,” said Lhuna, hard. “He was selected for death today.” “That’s cruel!” said Rune. “Careful, or you’ll be next,” said Amanaduial. Meanwhile, the duel was ending poorly for Meneltarmacil. Naria was clearly the more experienced of the two, and soon he lay, swordless, on the ground. “Go ahead!” he said, “end it!” “Any last words?” said Naria. “I’d rather they weren’t…” said Meneltarmacil, “but if you insist… Then I’m going to say that you’re all idiots. It’s a classic quote, and quite appropriate.” And in a blow, Naria’s sword crashed down and Meneltarmacil’s life ended. Severed with his neck was a silver chain. “Look!” said Cailín, pulling it out of the dead man’s tunic. “The Tree of the Kings! Meneltarmacil was the APPRENTICE RANGER, after all.” “I guess we are idiots,” said Amanaduial. Day 6 is over, Night 7 is in session. I am waiting for my nightly names. Day 7 will begin at the normal time. ~Michael A. Joosten - WW XVI Moderator~ __________________ I prefer history, true or feigned. Last edited by Formendacil; 01-21-2006 at 12:50 AM. Reason: A very much belated narration...

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