WWJ XI: When World's Collide - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Meneltarmacil · 09-06-2006, 08:30 PM

"Boromir88," Meneltarmacil responded, "I was simply referring to the list that the late Glirdan provided all of us with. As you mentioned, we don't know much about the others in this village, and my choice was simply a random one. It will take time before enough is known about the inhabitants of the village to make informed decisions. As for you, I find you somewhat suspicious as well, you self proclamed 'searcher of death and plague.' You've certainly found some death here; perhaps you've been causing it yourself."

Menel turned to look at Gil-Galad.

"You're certainly somewhat odd, exhorting us all to go feast on pancakes when there's an investigation to be done. A wolf? Possbily, but possibly not. Being a crazy chef, though, who knows what you've been cooking lately. Seeing that Glirdan was killed just before you started serving that special sausage recipe of yours today, I'm liable to suspect something."

Gil-Galad · 09-06-2006, 08:35 PM

"well lass, like my momma always said, chew your water before you swallow...or something...thats not it... oh yeah! its Don't solve a bloody murder case of the supernatural on an empty stomache!"

Naria · 09-06-2006, 08:58 PM

"Oh! ok then...I will have two bloody pancakes then. Oh...erm, umm...you meant the murder case as bloody. Oy vey, well in that case I will still have two pancakes.

"Speaking of emtpy stomachs, I wonder where the rest of the group is....this kind of behaviour makes me real worried...hmmm," Naria said while she scratched her head as she paced the room.

Valier · 09-06-2006, 09:08 PM

"Whoa is me!! This is just terrible!!" Valier paced back and forth, back and forth. "This reminds me of the time when we use to wear onions on our belts.....Back in 13diggidy-do..... How awful, poor Glirdan!" Valier plopped herself down into a large overstuffed chair and looked towards the bar. "I believe this calls for a drink! We must put our heads together, to find the culprits and a little liquor will take the edge off." Valier raised herself from her sitting position and meandered to the bar, plunked down some coins and waited for more conversation to start so she could assess everyone and try to reveal their true natures.

Thinlómien · 09-07-2006, 02:03 AM

Thinlómien sat in the bar, though she'd have preferred being with the horses. They were less complicated and did not murder people. And she hadn't heard of horses turning to wolves by night yet... Though, who knows what Morgoth Bauglir designs...

She took a long sip from her pint and sighed. "What is this, the poor Glirdan mutilated and killed by the werewolves that seemingly are three amongst us, poor innkeeper Wilwa torn with grief of her friend's death and on the top of it, a stable without a stablemaster and with only one stablehand." She shook her head. "This isn't promising."

The young elf truned her gaze from the pint to her fellow villagers in the room. Her blue gaze fixed on Naria the haradrim warrior and Gil the dwarf. "Pancakes, you say? May I ask how do you think we will get rid of the werewolves by eating pancakes?" She tried to look stern, but aknowledging she wasn't any more help for the village in solving the problem than the two, she failed.

She cast a quick glance on the ranger, Meneltarmacil. She did not yet know was he a friend or foe, nor was he trying to make the discussion more sensible with accusing Gil and Naria for their pancake obsession that had nothing to do with werewolves or being as nonensical with his random suspects.

She took another sip. "Let's think. Drink. And discuss."

Macalaure · 09-07-2006, 02:52 AM

"Alas for poor Glirdan!" Macalaure said in silent mourning as he came into the bar "Taken too early he was, and by a werewolf, three maybe! Who could have known that werewolves are capable of such gruesome deed? They're a quite companionable folk where I come from. But these here deserve no mercy! They shall be hunted down and taste the heads of our spears! Where now the wain and the rider? Indeed, where? What evil act of elvish enchantment brought me here without my wain? How am I supposed to hunt these creatures down on the open plain, now? Alas for poor Glirdan, we shall never know. But what do I hear you say, these wolves are among us? Maybe sharing our well-deserved pancakes right now as we speak?"
Realising this, Macalaure spoke no more. He took a few pancakes into his bare hands and withdrew into a dark corner of the bar, watchfully observing those who claim to be here on the same purpose as he, piercing their minds with his dark eyes.

wilwarin538 · 09-07-2006, 04:57 AM

Wilwa handed a pint to Valier and gave her her money back.

"I used to give Glirdan free stuff all the time, so I wil do that today also, in his memory." she said with a small smile.

She looked around sadly as the villagers conversed, hoping that everything would work out for them in the end.

09-06-2006, 08:30 PM	#1
Meneltarmacil Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: The bottom of the ocean, discussing philosophy with a giant squid Posts: 2,254	"Boromir88," Meneltarmacil responded, "I was simply referring to the list that the late Glirdan provided all of us with. As you mentioned, we don't know much about the others in this village, and my choice was simply a random one. It will take time before enough is known about the inhabitants of the village to make informed decisions. As for you, I find you somewhat suspicious as well, you self proclamed 'searcher of death and plague.' You've certainly found some death here; perhaps you've been causing it yourself." Menel turned to look at Gil-Galad. "You're certainly somewhat odd, exhorting us all to go feast on pancakes when there's an investigation to be done. A wolf? Possbily, but possibly not. Being a crazy chef, though, who knows what you've been cooking lately. Seeing that Glirdan was killed just before you started serving that special sausage recipe of yours today, I'm liable to suspect something." __________________ I ♣ baby seals.

09-06-2006, 08:35 PM	#2
Gil-Galad Psyche of Prince Immortal Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Above a Parapet Obvious exits are: North, South, and Dennis Posts: 4,734	"well lass, like my momma always said, chew your water before you swallow...or something...thats not it... oh yeah! its Don't solve a bloody murder case of the supernatural on an empty stomache!" __________________ Love doesn't blow up and get killed.

09-06-2006, 08:58 PM	#3
Naria Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 500	"Oh! ok then...I will have two bloody pancakes then. Oh...erm, umm...you meant the murder case as bloody. Oy vey, well in that case I will still have two pancakes. "Speaking of emtpy stomachs, I wonder where the rest of the group is....this kind of behaviour makes me real worried...hmmm," Naria said while she scratched her head as she paced the room. __________________ MONEY Anyone who says it doesn't buy happiness.....is probably broke.

09-06-2006, 09:08 PM	#4
Valier Twisted Taleswapper Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity Posts: 1,706	"Whoa is me!! This is just terrible!!" Valier paced back and forth, back and forth. "This reminds me of the time when we use to wear onions on our belts.....Back in 13diggidy-do..... How awful, poor Glirdan!" Valier plopped herself down into a large overstuffed chair and looked towards the bar. "I believe this calls for a drink! We must put our heads together, to find the culprits and a little liquor will take the edge off." Valier raised herself from her sitting position and meandered to the bar, plunked down some coins and waited for more conversation to start so she could assess everyone and try to reveal their true natures. __________________ grand return?........

09-07-2006, 02:03 AM	#5
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Thinlómien sat in the bar, though she'd have preferred being with the horses. They were less complicated and did not murder people. And she hadn't heard of horses turning to wolves by night yet... Though, who knows what Morgoth Bauglir designs... She took a long sip from her pint and sighed. "What is this, the poor Glirdan mutilated and killed by the werewolves that seemingly are three amongst us, poor innkeeper Wilwa torn with grief of her friend's death and on the top of it, a stable without a stablemaster and with only one stablehand." She shook her head. "This isn't promising." The young elf truned her gaze from the pint to her fellow villagers in the room. Her blue gaze fixed on Naria the haradrim warrior and Gil the dwarf. "Pancakes, you say? May I ask how do you think we will get rid of the werewolves by eating pancakes?" She tried to look stern, but aknowledging she wasn't any more help for the village in solving the problem than the two, she failed. She cast a quick glance on the ranger, Meneltarmacil. She did not yet know was he a friend or foe, nor was he trying to make the discussion more sensible with accusing Gil and Naria for their pancake obsession that had nothing to do with werewolves or being as nonensical with his random suspects. She took another sip. "Let's think. Drink. And discuss." __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

09-07-2006, 02:52 AM	#6
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	"Alas for poor Glirdan!" Macalaure said in silent mourning as he came into the bar "Taken too early he was, and by a werewolf, three maybe! Who could have known that werewolves are capable of such gruesome deed? They're a quite companionable folk where I come from. But these here deserve no mercy! They shall be hunted down and taste the heads of our spears! Where now the wain and the rider? Indeed, where? What evil act of elvish enchantment brought me here without my wain? How am I supposed to hunt these creatures down on the open plain, now? Alas for poor Glirdan, we shall never know. But what do I hear you say, these wolves are among us? Maybe sharing our well-deserved pancakes right now as we speak?" Realising this, Macalaure spoke no more. He took a few pancakes into his bare hands and withdrew into a dark corner of the bar, watchfully observing those who claim to be here on the same purpose as he, piercing their minds with his dark eyes.

09-07-2006, 04:57 AM	#7
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,508	Wilwa handed a pint to Valier and gave her her money back. "I used to give Glirdan free stuff all the time, so I wil do that today also, in his memory." she said with a small smile. She looked around sadly as the villagers conversed, hoping that everything would work out for them in the end. __________________ Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin

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