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wilwarin538 · 05-26-2009, 07:59 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

You should also all remember that wilwa swore there would be no real hints in the narration.

No real hints towards people's specific roles I believe is what I said.

wilwarin538 · 05-26-2009, 08:04 AM

The sun began to set. The sky turned shades of pinks and orange. It was still a lovely day despite all the dying that was going on. There was some confusion, no one knew whether to believe Mira and Izzy or to believe Fea, but one thing they had agreed on was to lynch Agan.

"Hmm, so how should we do this?" Gaurcrist asked.

"Well, maybe we should let her giant lions take care of her!" Lari suggested, looking over at Agan's back yard. There was a large arena with 3 huge lions walking about.

"Hahaha, my lions love me, they would never hurt me!" Agan cried out trying to sound confident, but there was a tiny hint of fear in her voice.

"Well, they will if you're not the real Agan!" McCaber said, pointing a finger at her.

So they agreed and led Agan towards her own back yard. Phantom took the time to grab a long link of sausages and let them fall around her neck. "Just to make sure they're interested" he clarified when he got a few strange looks. They brought her closer and shoved her in, quickly closing the door bhind her. They all stood back and watched.

"It's ok kitties, I'm your master, you know me, don't hurt me please." Agan whispered to the lions, trying to stay calm. The three felines eyed her suspiciously but started to purr. She was their master after all. They drew closer to her and even ignored the sausage, starting to snuggle close to her. But the night was coming and the first thing that changed before her appearance would be her scent. The lions took a few sniffs and suddenly didn't recognise it any more, this scent was fowl, not their master. They eyed her suspiciously, looked at each other, and then they pounced.

There was a large mix of noise, some screaming mixed in with the snarling. The villagers all crouched behing the fence, only listening, too afraid to look. Then it grew quite.

One by one they peaked over the fence and looked in. It was quite a mess, and the cats were still chomping down on a few peices. But it became pretty obvious; that leg over there was way too short, and that arm over there looked more like a man's. She had indeed been Rumpelstiltskin.

They all began walking home, quite happy that they were finally making some progress. The three remaining baddies walked towards their usual meeting spot, slowly changing back to their real selves. They were one down, but they were not going to give up.

The dead:
Nienna - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager
Lommy – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager
Mith - lynched Day 2 - Fair Maiden
Boro88 – yum, frog legs Night 3 – Frog-Prince
Sally – died of shear sorrow Night 3 - Princess
Shasta - shot by arrows Day 3 - ordinary villager
Gwath – defeated Night 4 – Prince Charming
Greenie – chopped up by the Robber Bridegroom middle of Day 4 - Cinderella
Aganzir - eaten by the kitties Day 4 - Rumpelstiltskin

The living:
Nerwen - bookmaker
Eomer - gravedigger
McCaber - humble shopkeeper
Izzy - baker
Mira - apothocary
Gaurcrist - blacksmith
Kath - restaurant owner
Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice
Fea - Storyteller
Lari - fortune teller
the phantom - the crazy book liberator

It is now Night 5. No more posting. Names please.

P.S. Sorry Agan! Don't have time for a re-write. I'll make it up to you.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-26-2009, 08:05 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by wilwarin538

No real hints towards people's specific roles I believe is what I said.

You know, it's way uncool when the mod thwarts somebody's hard work for no good reason.

wilwarin538 · 05-27-2009, 07:59 AM

It was a dark night, darker than most, with barely any stars. The Big Bad Wolf walked first into the Old Witch’s little home and was then followed by the Ugly Stepsister. They sat there for a time, just staring at each other in shock.

“Well, at least it wasn’t me.” The Stepsister said selfishly, looking away and fixing the black ribbon in her hair. “We’ve had our moments of silence for the little cretin. Can we get on with it now?”

“Yes. We can.” The Old Witch said as she stopped pacing and sat down as well. “Who shall it be?”

“Well, I think it’s pretty obvious.” The Big Bad Wolf snarled. He looked at the Ugly Stepsister and asked slyly “Would you like to do the honours tonight?”

She sat there with a small smile on her face and adjusted her ribbon once again. “Happily.” She said before stepping out of the little home and into the night.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Fairy Godmother sat in her treetop once again, snacking on some small pastries. She was reading a letter given to her by the wielder of the looking glass and was writing two copies of a reply. She was very hopeful, for not only had they gotten their first evil doer, but she and the wielder had a new ally in the Huntsman. Things were finally looking as if they could go well. Suddenly she heard some rustling in the bushes below, and she knew what was coming. She used her magic to send off the two finished letters. Then she waited.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The villagers awoke to the first gloomy morning in a long time. They all gathered yet again in the town square, all knowing that something quite terrible must have happened that night. After a quick glance it became obvious who was missing.

They began walking around checking the usual spots. This missing villager was nowhere to be seen. They kept walking and searching. Then finally someone spotted something.

“Look! There’s someone up in that old tree.” Inziladun pointed as the rest of the village gathered around him. They took a closer look and it became obvious it was who they were looking for. For a few minutes they thought perhaps she was just sleeping, but then they saw the bluish tint of her skin. They looked over her, trying to figure out how she had died.

“That ribbon, around her neck.” Lari pointed out. “It must have been used to strangle her.”

The villagers nodded and were about to leave when they spotted a scrap of paper on the ground. Kath picked it up and looked closely. “All I can read is Dear Fairy Godmother.”

They all gasped. This had been the one who had sent them that letter with Wilwarin that first day. The one who had been trying to protect them. They all took one final glance at her and then finally turned to leave. The relief from their previous Day’s victory was gone.

Eomer stayed behind once again with his handy shovel. “Poor Izzy.” He said before getting to work.

The dead:
Nienna - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager
Lommy – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager
Mith - lynched Day 2 - Fair Maiden
Boro88 – yum, frog legs Night 3 – Frog-Prince
Sally – died of shear sorrow Night 3 - Princess
Shasta - shot by arrows Day 3 - ordinary villager
Gwath – defeated Night 4 – Prince Charming
Greenie – chopped up by the Robber Bridegroom middle of Day 4 - Cinderella
Aganzir - eaten by the kitties Day 4 – Rumpelstiltskin
Izzy – strangled Night 5 – Fairy Godmother

The living:
Nerwen - bookmaker
Eomer - gravedigger
McCaber - humble shopkeeper
Mira - apothocary
Gaurcrist - blacksmith
Kath - restaurant owner
Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice
Fea - Storyteller
Lari - fortune teller
the phantom - the crazy book liberator

Now Day 5. You may discuss.

Eomer of the Rohirrim · 05-27-2009, 08:02 AM

Should be an easy one today.

Inziladun · 05-27-2009, 08:23 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Eomer of the Rohirrim

Should be an easy one today.

I should say so. Feawolf made a good try with the 'I'm the real seer' bit, but neglected to pay attention to detail. A small oversight, but it proved fatal. Small oversights often do.
At least there is now no doubt of Mira's credibility.
I hope her latest dream is a good one. We're finally making some headway.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-27-2009, 08:52 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Inziladun

A small oversight, but it proved fatal. Small oversights often do.

Late nights and whiskey apparently destroy my usual thoroughness. A silly mistake.

But no worries. You have your Hunter, little Seer, but nobody to save you when they kill you tonight. Too bad you didn't dream of one more wolf.

Now the very, very foolish village is all on its lonesome.

Bookmaker, where are you? I want to make some bets.

Eomer of the Rohirrim · 05-27-2009, 09:10 AM

Gaurcrist for the phantom
Fea for Aganzir
McCaber for Aganzir
Mirandir for Aganzir
Aganzir for Izzy
Kath for Aganzir
Izzy for Aganzir
Inziladun for Aganzir
Fea --Aganzir and ++Izzy
Nerwen for Aganzir
Larien for Aganzir
tp for Aganzir
Eomer for Aganzir

But let's have a look at the older votes now that we have all sorts of information.

Nerwen · 05-27-2009, 10:20 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Inziladun

I should say so. Feawolf made a good try with the 'I'm the real seer' bit, but neglected to pay attention to detail. A small oversight, but it proved fatal. Small oversights often do.
At least there is now no doubt of Mira's credibility.
I hope her latest dream is a good one. We're finally making some headway.

She dreamed the Huntsman. (By the way, as an Australian, I find that name terribly funny – not to mention recent news headlines like Huntsman Named Ambassador to China.

...But I digress.

Let's get on with betting.

tp is the Robber Bridegroom and Gaurcrist is a wolf. (2-1)

Gaurcirst is the Robber Bridegroom and tp is a wolf. (2-1)

They're both wolves. (2-1).

Gaurcrist is innocent. (25-1)

EDIT: punctuation.

the phantom · 05-28-2009, 12:47 AM

Well, really, let's not draw this out any longer. Fea deserves a quick clean death.

++Fea

The fun begins tomorrow. Sleepy time now.

05-26-2009, 08:04 AM	#2
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,508	The sun began to set. The sky turned shades of pinks and orange. It was still a lovely day despite all the dying that was going on. There was some confusion, no one knew whether to believe Mira and Izzy or to believe Fea, but one thing they had agreed on was to lynch Agan. "Hmm, so how should we do this?" Gaurcrist asked. "Well, maybe we should let her giant lions take care of her!" Lari suggested, looking over at Agan's back yard. There was a large arena with 3 huge lions walking about. "Hahaha, my lions love me, they would never hurt me!" Agan cried out trying to sound confident, but there was a tiny hint of fear in her voice. "Well, they will if you're not the real Agan!" McCaber said, pointing a finger at her. So they agreed and led Agan towards her own back yard. Phantom took the time to grab a long link of sausages and let them fall around her neck. "Just to make sure they're interested" he clarified when he got a few strange looks. They brought her closer and shoved her in, quickly closing the door bhind her. They all stood back and watched. "It's ok kitties, I'm your master, you know me, don't hurt me please." Agan whispered to the lions, trying to stay calm. The three felines eyed her suspiciously but started to purr. She was their master after all. They drew closer to her and even ignored the sausage, starting to snuggle close to her. But the night was coming and the first thing that changed before her appearance would be her scent. The lions took a few sniffs and suddenly didn't recognise it any more, this scent was fowl, not their master. They eyed her suspiciously, looked at each other, and then they pounced. There was a large mix of noise, some screaming mixed in with the snarling. The villagers all crouched behing the fence, only listening, too afraid to look. Then it grew quite. One by one they peaked over the fence and looked in. It was quite a mess, and the cats were still chomping down on a few peices. But it became pretty obvious; that leg over there was way too short, and that arm over there looked more like a man's. She had indeed been Rumpelstiltskin. They all began walking home, quite happy that they were finally making some progress. The three remaining baddies walked towards their usual meeting spot, slowly changing back to their real selves. They were one down, but they were not going to give up. The dead: Nienna - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager Lommy – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager Mith - lynched Day 2 - Fair Maiden Boro88 – yum, frog legs Night 3 – Frog-Prince Sally – died of shear sorrow Night 3 - Princess Shasta - shot by arrows Day 3 - ordinary villager Gwath – defeated Night 4 – Prince Charming Greenie – chopped up by the Robber Bridegroom middle of Day 4 - Cinderella Aganzir - eaten by the kitties Day 4 - Rumpelstiltskin The living: Nerwen - bookmaker Eomer - gravedigger McCaber - humble shopkeeper Izzy - baker Mira - apothocary Gaurcrist - blacksmith Kath - restaurant owner Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice Fea - Storyteller Lari - fortune teller the phantom - the crazy book liberator It is now Night 5. No more posting. Names please. P.S. Sorry Agan! Don't have time for a re-write. I'll make it up to you. __________________ Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin

05-27-2009, 07:59 AM	#4
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,508	It was a dark night, darker than most, with barely any stars. The Big Bad Wolf walked first into the Old Witch’s little home and was then followed by the Ugly Stepsister. They sat there for a time, just staring at each other in shock. “Well, at least it wasn’t me.” The Stepsister said selfishly, looking away and fixing the black ribbon in her hair. “We’ve had our moments of silence for the little cretin. Can we get on with it now?” “Yes. We can.” The Old Witch said as she stopped pacing and sat down as well. “Who shall it be?” “Well, I think it’s pretty obvious.” The Big Bad Wolf snarled. He looked at the Ugly Stepsister and asked slyly “Would you like to do the honours tonight?” She sat there with a small smile on her face and adjusted her ribbon once again. “Happily.” She said before stepping out of the little home and into the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Fairy Godmother sat in her treetop once again, snacking on some small pastries. She was reading a letter given to her by the wielder of the looking glass and was writing two copies of a reply. She was very hopeful, for not only had they gotten their first evil doer, but she and the wielder had a new ally in the Huntsman. Things were finally looking as if they could go well. Suddenly she heard some rustling in the bushes below, and she knew what was coming. She used her magic to send off the two finished letters. Then she waited. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The villagers awoke to the first gloomy morning in a long time. They all gathered yet again in the town square, all knowing that something quite terrible must have happened that night. After a quick glance it became obvious who was missing. They began walking around checking the usual spots. This missing villager was nowhere to be seen. They kept walking and searching. Then finally someone spotted something. “Look! There’s someone up in that old tree.” Inziladun pointed as the rest of the village gathered around him. They took a closer look and it became obvious it was who they were looking for. For a few minutes they thought perhaps she was just sleeping, but then they saw the bluish tint of her skin. They looked over her, trying to figure out how she had died. “That ribbon, around her neck.” Lari pointed out. “It must have been used to strangle her.” The villagers nodded and were about to leave when they spotted a scrap of paper on the ground. Kath picked it up and looked closely. “All I can read is Dear Fairy Godmother.” They all gasped. This had been the one who had sent them that letter with Wilwarin that first day. The one who had been trying to protect them. They all took one final glance at her and then finally turned to leave. The relief from their previous Day’s victory was gone. Eomer stayed behind once again with his handy shovel. “Poor Izzy.” He said before getting to work. The dead: Nienna - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager Lommy – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager Mith - lynched Day 2 - Fair Maiden Boro88 – yum, frog legs Night 3 – Frog-Prince Sally – died of shear sorrow Night 3 - Princess Shasta - shot by arrows Day 3 - ordinary villager Gwath – defeated Night 4 – Prince Charming Greenie – chopped up by the Robber Bridegroom middle of Day 4 - Cinderella Aganzir - eaten by the kitties Day 4 – Rumpelstiltskin Izzy – strangled Night 5 – Fairy Godmother The living: Nerwen - bookmaker Eomer - gravedigger McCaber - humble shopkeeper Mira - apothocary Gaurcrist - blacksmith Kath - restaurant owner Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice Fea - Storyteller Lari - fortune teller the phantom - the crazy book liberator Now Day 5. You may discuss. __________________ Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin

05-27-2009, 08:02 AM	#5
Eomer of the Rohirrim Auspicious Wraith Join Date: May 2002 Location: The Netherlands Posts: 4,859	Should be an easy one today. __________________ Los Ingobernables de Harlond

05-27-2009, 09:10 AM	#8
Eomer of the Rohirrim Auspicious Wraith Join Date: May 2002 Location: The Netherlands Posts: 4,859	Votes yesterday (entirely uninteresting) Gaurcrist for the phantom Fea for Aganzir McCaber for Aganzir Mirandir for Aganzir Aganzir for Izzy Kath for Aganzir Izzy for Aganzir Inziladun for Aganzir Fea --Aganzir and ++Izzy Nerwen for Aganzir Larien for Aganzir tp for Aganzir Eomer for Aganzir But let's have a look at the older votes now that we have all sorts of information. __________________ Los Ingobernables de Harlond

05-28-2009, 12:47 AM	#10
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Well, really, let's not draw this out any longer. Fea deserves a quick clean death. ++Fea The fun begins tomorrow. Sleepy time now. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

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