Werewolf Four and Thirty: Bloodbath in the Anduin Vale - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

mormegil · 06-10-2007, 10:30 PM

Just found this in Sixth's first post and found it rather ironic considering what happened last night.

Quote:

And all I can say to Nogrod and Boro is "Fight, fight, fight, fight...

mormegil · 06-10-2007, 10:48 PM

I hope I am right in this. The more I ready what Sixth and Volo wrote the more convinced I am the Sixth is innocent. He seems quite but more genuine and sincere. Volo on the other hand is subtle and pokes and prods at just the right time.

++Volo

SpM you are sadistic.

The Sixth Wizard · 06-11-2007, 12:54 AM

Haha! We winssss!!!! We always winsss!!!

++Volo

Farewell innocents! Prepare to die!

Volo · 06-11-2007, 04:17 AM

Well, this didn't go like in my dream as it was Morm who was the Wolf there, but at least I can be happy for being right in the end.

Tough game and, huh, it was more than close to victory!

Congratulations to so many, especially the Wolves! And of the Wolves especially to Aganzir, who was a big surprise!

Of course Boro has earned our warmest thanks, killing Wolves equal to the number of Wolves in basic games. Good work there!

SPM, SPM, SPM... Now this was the most confusing game ever, and the most theory-filled too, and not only from me (though I'm still confused how I could post so much

)! Well, thank you and could you please end the game!

I hope Asfaras of Itgets from the race of Vehade will have a proper funeral!

Mithalwen · 06-11-2007, 05:39 AM

While I too am curious - I think it would be courteous not to pre-empt the moderator.

mormegil · 06-11-2007, 07:21 AM

I'm sorry. I'm very disappointed in myself after this game.

Volo · 06-11-2007, 07:39 AM

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Originally Posted by mormegil

I'm sorry. I'm very disappointed in myself after this game.

Hey comeon. Don't blame yourself. Better next time, I don't think what happened is very strange. After all, I had all of the element of being a possible Wolf myself (well, maybe except asking Boro to kill Nogrod).

**The Saucepan Man** · 06-11-2007, 07:40 AM

Of the twenty delegates who had arrived in Woodgard some five Days previously, only four remained. It did not take them long to decide that the time had come for Volo to die. Being very hairy and hailing from as far as it gets, he had to be a Wolf, surely.

“Actually,” piped up Volo. “I am a Hunter and I get to choose one of you to die with me.”

“Really?” said The Sixth Wizard, uneasily.

“Yes, really,” insisted Volo.

“Go on then,” said mormegil.

“Er, actually I was lying,” said Volo. “But come on, admit it. I had you fooled, didn’t I?”

But he was met only by the grim faces of mormegil and The Sixth Wizard, as they advanced menacingly towards him. Seeing no other way out, Volo spun and raced off, heading for the woods. The remaining delegates set off in hot pursuit, but Volo was fast and quickly opened up a substantial lead over them.

“Hee hee,” he giggled hysterically, as he dived into the undergrowth. “You can’t catch me … Erk!”

Volo’s head jerked suddenly back as his lengthy beard caught on a jagged branch. Drawing his knife, he raised his hand to free himself, but the prodigious hairs on his arm were snared by yet more thorny outgrowths. Twisting his head round, he found that his shoulder length hair too had become entangled in the undergrowth. Starting to panic, he scrabbled to free himself but, the more struggled, the more he found himself caught up in the dark, twisted shrubbery.

In no time, his pursuers were upon him and, without hesitation, mormegil thrust a spear into his belly. As Volo opened his mouth to cry out, he found himself gurgling and spluttering blood. The Sixth Wizard had circled round behind him and, taking Volo's knife from his trapped hand, had slit his throat with it.

Mormegil waited, anticipating a dreadful transformation to come over Volo. But the hairy delegate from as far as it gets merely slumped forward lifelessly, hopelessly ensnared in the undergrowth. Looking up, mormegil’s heart sank, as he caught sight of The Sixth Wizard grinning evilly at him and licking the blood from Volo’s blade.

“Looks like it’s down to you and me, Gil,” muttered mormegil grimly, turning to his companion.

But Gil-Galad remained silent, rooted to the spot and struck dumb with fear.

“That figures …” said mormegil, just before the enormous Wolf that had been The Sixth Wizard only moments before sprang at him and pinned him to the ground. Mormegil attempted to draw his great black sword, but it was to no avail as the Wolf’s fearsome black fangs ripped great chunks of flesh from him.

“Help!” cried Gil, finally finding his voice. The Wolf turned from his feast and leered at him, blood dripping from his jaws.

In moments, it was all over. Woodgard was deserted once more, save for a lone black Wolf. Throwing his massive head back and baring his cruel black fangs, The Sixth Wizard howled in victory, before bounding off into the woods to wreak havoc on the defenceless Woodsman villages.

*******************************************

“Rats!” muttered Radagast. “Now I suppose it will be written of me that I failed in my mission. Who’d be an Istar, eh?”

Game over!

Thief loses!
Priestess of Sauron loses!
Village loses!
Red Claw Werewolves lose!
Black Fang Werewolves win!

06-10-2007, 10:48 PM	#2
mormegil Maundering Mage Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Texas Posts: 4,651	I hope I am right in this. The more I ready what Sixth and Volo wrote the more convinced I am the Sixth is innocent. He seems quite but more genuine and sincere. Volo on the other hand is subtle and pokes and prods at just the right time. ++Volo SpM you are sadistic. __________________ “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

06-11-2007, 04:17 AM	#4
Volo Silver in My Silent Heart Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: the great beauty Posts: 1,611	Into the light Well, this didn't go like in my dream as it was Morm who was the Wolf there, but at least I can be happy for being right in the end. Tough game and, huh, it was more than close to victory! Congratulations to so many, especially the Wolves! And of the Wolves especially to Aganzir, who was a big surprise! Of course Boro has earned our warmest thanks, killing Wolves equal to the number of Wolves in basic games. Good work there! SPM, SPM, SPM... Now this was the most confusing game ever, and the most theory-filled too, and not only from me (though I'm still confused how I could post so much )! Well, thank you and could you please end the game! I hope Asfaras of Itgets from the race of Vehade will have a proper funeral! __________________ Fenris Wolf The EVEN NEWER Barrow-Downs Photo Page

06-11-2007, 05:39 AM	#5
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,461	*a ghostly lupine voice* While I too am curious - I think it would be courteous not to pre-empt the moderator. __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

06-11-2007, 07:21 AM	#6
mormegil Maundering Mage Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Texas Posts: 4,651	I'm sorry. I'm very disappointed in myself after this game. __________________ “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

06-11-2007, 07:40 AM	#8
The Saucepan Man Corpus Cacophonous Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A green and pleasant land Posts: 8,390	Hair toDay, gone toMorrow ... Of the twenty delegates who had arrived in Woodgard some five Days previously, only four remained. It did not take them long to decide that the time had come for Volo to die. Being very hairy and hailing from as far as it gets, he had to be a Wolf, surely. “Actually,” piped up Volo. “I am a Hunter and I get to choose one of you to die with me.” “Really?” said The Sixth Wizard, uneasily. “Yes, really,” insisted Volo. “Go on then,” said mormegil. “Er, actually I was lying,” said Volo. “But come on, admit it. I had you fooled, didn’t I?” But he was met only by the grim faces of mormegil and The Sixth Wizard, as they advanced menacingly towards him. Seeing no other way out, Volo spun and raced off, heading for the woods. The remaining delegates set off in hot pursuit, but Volo was fast and quickly opened up a substantial lead over them. “Hee hee,” he giggled hysterically, as he dived into the undergrowth. “You can’t catch me … Erk!” Volo’s head jerked suddenly back as his lengthy beard caught on a jagged branch. Drawing his knife, he raised his hand to free himself, but the prodigious hairs on his arm were snared by yet more thorny outgrowths. Twisting his head round, he found that his shoulder length hair too had become entangled in the undergrowth. Starting to panic, he scrabbled to free himself but, the more struggled, the more he found himself caught up in the dark, twisted shrubbery. In no time, his pursuers were upon him and, without hesitation, mormegil thrust a spear into his belly. As Volo opened his mouth to cry out, he found himself gurgling and spluttering blood. The Sixth Wizard had circled round behind him and, taking Volo's knife from his trapped hand, had slit his throat with it. Mormegil waited, anticipating a dreadful transformation to come over Volo. But the hairy delegate from as far as it gets merely slumped forward lifelessly, hopelessly ensnared in the undergrowth. Looking up, mormegil’s heart sank, as he caught sight of The Sixth Wizard grinning evilly at him and licking the blood from Volo’s blade. “Looks like it’s down to you and me, Gil,” muttered mormegil grimly, turning to his companion. But Gil-Galad remained silent, rooted to the spot and struck dumb with fear. “That figures …” said mormegil, just before the enormous Wolf that had been The Sixth Wizard only moments before sprang at him and pinned him to the ground. Mormegil attempted to draw his great black sword, but it was to no avail as the Wolf’s fearsome black fangs ripped great chunks of flesh from him. “Help!” cried Gil, finally finding his voice. The Wolf turned from his feast and leered at him, blood dripping from his jaws. In moments, it was all over. Woodgard was deserted once more, save for a lone black Wolf. Throwing his massive head back and baring his cruel black fangs, The Sixth Wizard howled in victory, before bounding off into the woods to wreak havoc on the defenceless Woodsman villages. ***************************************** “Rats!” muttered Radagast. “Now I suppose it will be written of me that I failed in my mission. Who’d be an Istar, eh?” Game over! Thief loses! Priestess of Sauron loses! Village loses! Red Claw Werewolves lose! Black Fang Werewolves win!** __________________ Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!

06-11-2007, 12:54 AM	#3
The Sixth Wizard Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: Stuck under a rock in Valinor with Ar-Pharazon. Posts: 480	Haha! We winssss!!!! We always winsss!!! ++Volo Farewell innocents! Prepare to die!

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