Tol-in-Gaurhoth XLIX - At the Source of Darkness - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Thinlómien · 08-26-2008, 01:58 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Brinn

I could either vote for Durelin or Nogrod. Both are making me uncomfortable right now.

That's too funny, you know. I feel the same. Yet, they're kind of either or choice, if you know what I mean.

(Wow, that was pretty intelligent.

)

Anyway, what I'm going to do toMorrow (provided that I'm alive) is urge Nerwen and Eönwë to talk more and pay more attention to Brinn and the phantom.

edit: xed with Nog and tp

Thinlómien · 08-26-2008, 02:00 PM

Ok Nogrod's getting really jumpy....

tp - it isn't a time for that chat right now!! - speaking of which yes, I'm a late-voter...

And aieee I should decide...

edit: xed with Shasta and Nerwen

Nogrod · 08-26-2008, 02:01 PM

++ Durelin

Nogrod · 08-26-2008, 02:01 PM

Run you fools...

Thinlómien · 08-26-2008, 02:01 PM

++ Nogrod

No time to think, he was jumpy and Dury's ordo-talk seems credible enough for now...

Brinniel · 08-26-2008, 02:01 PM

Yeesh..vote people! It's deadline!

EDIT: Wow...they just all came at once...

Nerwen · 08-26-2008, 02:03 PM

Sorry... but this is weird because I had two minutes to go by Downs time when I started my post, and it only took a few seconds to type.

Nerwen · 08-26-2008, 02:08 PM

I don't think the clock updates until you refresh the page... but there still should have been time for my post. It might be my slow connection.

Nogrod · 08-26-2008, 02:10 PM

I have a pretty fast connection but it made the same trick to me...

EDIT: Sorry... let's continue this if we wish in the admin thread?

Macalaure · 08-26-2008, 02:11 PM

Unfortunately, there are again things that will keep both of us from delivering the narration right away. Please be lenient with us.

To satisfy your curiosity: Nogrod was an ordo.

And about the votes past the deadline, apart from Nerwen, you all didn't really have to vote that late, did you? So don't complain.

Quote:

I don't think the clock updates until you refresh the page

It doesn't. I keep on hitting "reload" again and again so that my deadline post is on time.

Macalaure · 08-27-2008, 06:52 AM

Long and toilsome was this stage of the adventurers journey, and long and toilsome was a sheerly endless debate between Nogrod and Durelin. Almost all the expedition was involved in it, but they were not able to come to a conclusion, and did not know which of them to lynch, or both, or none.

We are at an impasse. Durelin concluded.

I'm afraid so, Nogrod answered, there is now only one way left to settle this - a duel. But how could that be arranged? You are an archaeologist, used only to hard field work, while I am a philosopher confined to the study. I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.

You think you're that smart? Durelin remarked doubtfully.

Let me put it this way: have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?

Yes.

Morons.

Really? In that case, I challenge you to a battle of wits.

To the death? I accept.

Durelin already seemed to have something in mind: Good. Let us pour the some wine then. What I have here is called poison hemlock. An appropriate way for a philosopher to die by, isn't it?

Indeed, Nogrod agreed, but whether it will come that way shall be seen.

Please turn your head for a moment. Durelin asked and Nogrod did so. Durelin then poured the poison into the wine. All right: where is the hemlock? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right - and who is dead.

But it's so simple. Nogrod laughed. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you. Are you the sort of woman who would put the poison into her own goblet, or her enemy's?

Nogrod studied Durelin now.

Now, a clever woman would put the poison into her own goblet, because she would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I'm not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool; you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

You've made your decision then?

Not remotely. Nogrod declined. Because hemlock comes from the East, as everyone knows. And the East is entirely peopled with criminals. And criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.

Truly, you have a dizzying intellect. Durelin approved.

...but you must have suspected I would have known the hemlock's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. And I'm sure you're a wolf, so you must have killed Nilpaurion, which means you're exceptionally strong. So, you could have put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested Mith and Lalaith which means you must have studied. And in studying, you must have learned that man is mortal so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

You're trying to trick me into giving away something - it won't work. Durelin said.

It has worked - you've given everything away - I know where the poison is. Nogrod replied triumphantly.

Then make your choice!

I will. And I choose... suddenly he stopped, and pointed at something behind Durelin ...what in the world can that be?

Durelin turned around. What? Where? I don't see anything. Quickly Nogrod switched the goblets while Durelin had her head turned.

Oh, well, I-I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. Let's drink - me from my glass, and you from yours.

Nogrod picked up his goblet and Durelin picked up the one in front of him. As they both started to drink, Nogrod hesitated a moment. He allowed Durelin to drink first, and then he swallowed his wine.

You guessed wrong. Durelin said. Nogrod roared with laughter. You only think I guessed wrong! I switched glasses when your back was turned. You fool. You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. "Never go in against a philosopher when death is on the line."

Nogrod laughed.. and roared.. and cackled..

..and fell over dead.

The company was speechless. At last, Nerwen spoke up: To think - all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.

Both cups were poisoned, Durelin said, I spent the last few years building up an immunity to poison hemlock.

Ah...

Then Durelin made herself ready for the night, ignoring the raised eyebrows around her. Nogrod, on the other hand, looked no less ordinary as before - just less alive.

*~*

Dead:
Macalaure and Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One
Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One
Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two
Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two
Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two
Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three
Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three
Formendacil - (cobbler) killed by assassin in Night Four
Nilpaurion Felagund - (ordo) choked on his own tale in Night Four
Nogrod - (ordo) died in a battle of wits on Day Four

Alive:
Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane
Eönwë - seller of pointless fakes
Nerwen - treasure-seeker
Kath - unemployed bum
Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
Brinniel - junk collector
A Little Green - blind astronomer who sells stars at the stock exchange
the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien - marine zoologist

Night Five. You know what to do by now.

Macalaure · 08-27-2008, 02:03 PM

Once more a member of the expedition was woken up untimely at night. The two ghastly figures approached the astronomer, A Little Green.

Little Gree-heen, oh Greeenie, Lily-mine. they tried to wake her with sweet voices, and Lily arose.

It cannot be time to get up yet.

But who decides when it is time to?

We get up at the same time every day: at the time our rangers regarded appropriate - when they were still with us, I mean.

And you don't think there is someone else who is entitled to?

A Little Green was staggered. Slowly she turned around to the wolves and faced them. The wolves had waited for this moment. They jumped at her, stopping right in front of her face, putting up fearsome grimaces and baring their blood-stained teeth.

...to no effect. Lily just reached out her arms and felt the werewolves' fur. It is not easy to scare a blind woman who sells stars for stock.

Whe shall put you to death gruesomely! We shall tear out your limbs and eviscerate your gut! We shall sever... why are you still not scared??

A Little Green wasn't scared at all. In fact, she smiled giddily, whispering This is so amazing! to herself.

Amazing?

Lily was overjoyed: You are doing so great! I always wanted to actually meet one of you, and now I'm here with you both, and you're even planning to kill me!

Oh, not again...

Are you going to eat me or are you going to turn me into a gory mess? Lily asked.

We're completely out of luck. Maybe we should just try someone else instead? one werewolf suggested.

They were just about to move away, when they overheard: Actually, I think I can tell who you are by your voices.

What? No, you can't!

I'm quite sure I can...

Keep your mouth shut!

I think you are...

But no further words could she utter, for with a fierce blow one werewolf slashed away her lower jaw. The other followed by biting both her ears off, to forever rid her of her enhanced hearing. Smiling grimly the wolves looked at their victim. Then one took Lily's arms and one her legs, and they pulled and split her in two.

Thus another cobbler found death by those they swore to protect.

*~*

Dead:
Macalaure and Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One
Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One
Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two
Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two
Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two
Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three
Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three
Formendacil - (cobbler) killed by assassin in Night Four
Nilpaurion Felagund - (ordo) choked on his own tale in Night Four
Nogrod - (ordo) died in a battle of wits on Day Four
A Little Green - (cobbler) ripped in two in Night Five

Alive:
Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane
Eönwë - seller of pointless fakes
Nerwen - treasure-seeker
Kath - unemployed bum
Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
Brinniel - junk collector
the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien - marine zoologist

Day Five has started. The village may try its luck again.

the phantom · 08-26-2008, 02:02 PM

Well, seeing as Shasta isn't a possibility.

+ + Durelin

For looking less innocent than Nog.

the phantom · 08-26-2008, 02:02 PM

What?! How was my post at 3:02?

I swear that when I hit reply the Downs clock at the bottom of the screen said 2:59, and it didn't take me that long to type that!

Nogrod · 08-26-2008, 02:05 PM

There is something really weird with the 'Downs clock... them being in different times it seems - or something.

But I died anyhow.

08-26-2008, 02:00 PM	#2
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Ok Nogrod's getting really jumpy.... tp - it isn't a time for that chat right now!! - speaking of which yes, I'm a late-voter... And aieee I should decide... edit: xed with Shasta and Nerwen __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

08-26-2008, 02:01 PM	#3
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	++ Durelin __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

08-26-2008, 02:01 PM	#4
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Run you fools... __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

08-26-2008, 02:01 PM	#5
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	++ Nogrod No time to think, he was jumpy and Dury's ordo-talk seems credible enough for now... __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

08-26-2008, 02:01 PM	#6
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	Yeesh..vote people! It's deadline! EDIT: Wow...they just all came at once... __________________ Nolite te bastardes carborundorum

08-26-2008, 02:03 PM	#7
Nerwen Wisest of the Noldor Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: ˙˙˙ssɐןƃ ƃuıʞooן ǝɥʇ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ Posts: 6,694	Sorry... but this is weird because I had two minutes to go by Downs time when I started my post, and it only took a few seconds to type. __________________ "Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo.

08-26-2008, 02:08 PM	#8
Nerwen Wisest of the Noldor Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: ˙˙˙ssɐןƃ ƃuıʞooן ǝɥʇ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ Posts: 6,694	I don't think the clock updates until you refresh the page... but there still should have been time for my post. It might be my slow connection. __________________ "Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo.

08-26-2008, 02:10 PM	#9
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	I have a pretty fast connection but it made the same trick to me... EDIT: Sorry... let's continue this if we wish in the admin thread? __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

08-27-2008, 06:52 AM	#11
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	Long and toilsome was this stage of the adventurers journey, and long and toilsome was a sheerly endless debate between Nogrod and Durelin. Almost all the expedition was involved in it, but they were not able to come to a conclusion, and did not know which of them to lynch, or both, or none. We are at an impasse. Durelin concluded. I'm afraid so, Nogrod answered, there is now only one way left to settle this - a duel. But how could that be arranged? You are an archaeologist, used only to hard field work, while I am a philosopher confined to the study. I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains. You think you're that smart? Durelin remarked doubtfully. Let me put it this way: have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates? Yes. Morons. Really? In that case, I challenge you to a battle of wits. To the death? I accept. Durelin already seemed to have something in mind: Good. Let us pour the some wine then. What I have here is called poison hemlock. An appropriate way for a philosopher to die by, isn't it? Indeed, Nogrod agreed, but whether it will come that way shall be seen. Please turn your head for a moment. Durelin asked and Nogrod did so. Durelin then poured the poison into the wine. All right: where is the hemlock? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right - and who is dead. But it's so simple. Nogrod laughed. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you. Are you the sort of woman who would put the poison into her own goblet, or her enemy's? Nogrod studied Durelin now. Now, a clever woman would put the poison into her own goblet, because she would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I'm not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool; you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. You've made your decision then? Not remotely. Nogrod declined. Because hemlock comes from the East, as everyone knows. And the East is entirely peopled with criminals. And criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. Truly, you have a dizzying intellect. Durelin approved. ...but you must have suspected I would have known the hemlock's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. And I'm sure you're a wolf, so you must have killed Nilpaurion, which means you're exceptionally strong. So, you could have put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested Mith and Lalaith which means you must have studied. And in studying, you must have learned that man is mortal so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. You're trying to trick me into giving away something - it won't work. Durelin said. It has worked - you've given everything away - I know where the poison is. Nogrod replied triumphantly. Then make your choice! I will. And I choose... suddenly he stopped, and pointed at something behind Durelin ...what in the world can that be? Durelin turned around. What? Where? I don't see anything. Quickly Nogrod switched the goblets while Durelin had her head turned. Oh, well, I-I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. Let's drink - me from my glass, and you from yours. Nogrod picked up his goblet and Durelin picked up the one in front of him. As they both started to drink, Nogrod hesitated a moment. He allowed Durelin to drink first, and then he swallowed his wine. You guessed wrong. Durelin said. Nogrod roared with laughter. You only think I guessed wrong! I switched glasses when your back was turned. You fool. You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. "Never go in against a philosopher when death is on the line." Nogrod laughed.. and roared.. and cackled.. ..and fell over dead. The company was speechless. At last, Nerwen spoke up: To think - all that time it was your cup that was poisoned. Both cups were poisoned, Durelin said, I spent the last few years building up an immunity to poison hemlock. Ah... Then Durelin made herself ready for the night, ignoring the raised eyebrows around her. Nogrod, on the other hand, looked no less ordinary as before - just less alive. ~ Dead: Macalaure and Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three Formendacil - (cobbler) killed by assassin in Night Four Nilpaurion Felagund - (ordo) choked on his own tale in Night Four Nogrod - (ordo) died in a battle of wits on Day Four Alive: Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane Eönwë - seller of pointless fakes Nerwen - treasure-seeker Kath - unemployed bum Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist Brinniel - junk collector A Little Green - blind astronomer who sells stars at the stock exchange the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities Thinlómien - marine zoologist Night Five. You know what to do by now.

08-27-2008, 02:03 PM	#12
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	Once more a member of the expedition was woken up untimely at night. The two ghastly figures approached the astronomer, A Little Green. Little Gree-heen, oh Greeenie, Lily-mine. they tried to wake her with sweet voices, and Lily arose. It cannot be time to get up yet. But who decides when it is time to? We get up at the same time every day: at the time our rangers regarded appropriate - when they were still with us, I mean. And you don't think there is someone else who is entitled to? A Little Green was staggered. Slowly she turned around to the wolves and faced them. The wolves had waited for this moment. They jumped at her, stopping right in front of her face, putting up fearsome grimaces and baring their blood-stained teeth. ...to no effect. Lily just reached out her arms and felt the werewolves' fur. It is not easy to scare a blind woman who sells stars for stock. Whe shall put you to death gruesomely! We shall tear out your limbs and eviscerate your gut! We shall sever... why are you still not scared?? A Little Green wasn't scared at all. In fact, she smiled giddily, whispering This is so amazing! to herself. Amazing? Lily was overjoyed: You are doing so great! I always wanted to actually meet one of you, and now I'm here with you both, and you're even planning to kill me! Oh, not again... Are you going to eat me or are you going to turn me into a gory mess? Lily asked. We're completely out of luck. Maybe we should just try someone else instead? one werewolf suggested. They were just about to move away, when they overheard: Actually, I think I can tell who you are by your voices. What? No, you can't! I'm quite sure I can... Keep your mouth shut! I think you are... But no further words could she utter, for with a fierce blow one werewolf slashed away her lower jaw. The other followed by biting both her ears off, to forever rid her of her enhanced hearing. Smiling grimly the wolves looked at their victim. Then one took Lily's arms and one her legs, and they pulled and split her in two. Thus another cobbler found death by those they swore to protect. ~ Dead: Macalaure and Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three Formendacil - (cobbler) killed by assassin in Night Four Nilpaurion Felagund - (ordo) choked on his own tale in Night Four Nogrod - (ordo) died in a battle of wits on Day Four A Little Green - (cobbler) ripped in two in Night Five Alive: Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane Eönwë - seller of pointless fakes Nerwen - treasure-seeker Kath - unemployed bum Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist Brinniel - junk collector the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities Thinlómien - marine zoologist Day Five has started. The village may try its luck again. Last edited by Macalaure; 08-28-2008 at 06:22 AM.

08-26-2008, 02:02 PM	#13
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Well, seeing as Shasta isn't a possibility. + + Durelin For looking less innocent than Nog. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

08-26-2008, 02:05 PM	#15
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	There is something really weird with the 'Downs clock... them being in different times it seems - or something. But I died anyhow. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

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