WW LXXXII: Return to Tol-in-Gaurhoth

[Nogrod]

But I can tell you it was not that easy...

I read through the previous Day and tried to search for any hints to us as to who is the cobbler - as I thought s/he'd had to try to give us something to not kill her/him last Night.

And there was so little... except you Boro. But then again you would be exactly the person who could pull that off trying to look like the cobbler to us so as to heighten the possibilities of us hitting the real cobbler by Night...

But there was little the others offered - and they all voted for Skip. And that I think sealed it in the end.


X'posted...

++ Ozban

Hey, good game Ozban! Fine performance for someone who hasn't played before!


EDIT: I'm off for a moment but will be back seeing how this...

[wilwarin538]

No, I'm the real cobbler....

[Boromir88]

Nog, hehe I just didn't know what clues to leave. The first couple days I just kind of stayed back, not wanting to get a wolf lynch. I wavered on what to do about Pitch because I thought he was going to be the clear lynch for the day. Then when I saw his reaction that looked like a defeated innocent who realized he had no choice because of Shasta's suspicions, it was ok to go ahead and lynch him.

My comments about me imagining Nog was smirking the entire time behind your computer were true, and I hoped you would at least realize if I wasn't the cobbler, you'd really think I'd just let that go and not unleash an all out assault to see you lynched? Anyway, after I was thorougly convinced you were one of the wolves, I just thought I'd follow your lead and then sacrifice when needed. Thought that opportunity was yesterday, because I thought Skip was a wolf and if he was, then the other 2 wolves should know I'm the cobbler. As it turns out though, yes I can see how it was a difficult thing to figure out?

I was wavering about Inzil, wolf or not could have gone either way. That's why I asked you towards the end of the day what you wanted to do with the lynch. I wanted to give you an "I trust you nod," but at the time was operating under the assumption Skip was a wolf, and I was still unsure about you so decided not to follow.

Aww wilwa! Nice try, but it's too late.

[wilwarin538]

Originally Posted by Boromir88

Aww wilwa!

Haha. I've decided I still love you guys.

Well, this is well deserved. I really felt quite good about all 4 of you, so I have to say I'm surprised all of you are evil, I was sure either Greenie or Lottie had to be, and I was prepared for Ozzy to be one just because he was so good for his first game, I started to wonder if he was getting some guidance behind the scenes.

And it's my own fault for revealing, though I have to say I would have felt better if Skip was evil, cause him being innocent just really makes me feel silly.

[Inziladun]

Is this my cue?

++Ozban

[Inziladun]

And well done, Boro! I was wavering about your being the Cobbler because you didn't seem that enthusiastic about helping Pitch. But your help in flushing out the Hunter was very much appreciated.

[wilwarin538]

My useless vote then

++Nogorozilwe

[Nogrod]

Love you wilwa!

EDIT: Believe it or not, but this was a crosspost!!!

[Eönwë]

Originally Posted by wilwarin538

No, I'm the real cobbler....

If you hadn't revealed, that would've been such a good move.

Oh, and

++Ozban

[Ozban]

Originally Posted by Nogrod

Hey, good game Ozban! Fine performance for someone who hasn't played before!

Not really good at all, since you won.

I suspected Inzil at times, I was almost sure about him after he posted his Ozban-analysis. But never really suspected Nog nor Eonwe. Waaay too tricky. But I enjoyed the game.

Later...

[Inziladun]

Originally Posted by Ozban

Not really good at all, since you won.

I suspected Inzil at times, I was almost sure about him after he posted his Ozban-analysis. But never really suspected Nog nor Eonwe. Waaay too tricky. But I enjoyed the game.

Hey, I thought my analysis was reasonable enough. I fully intended to push hard for your lynch if we'd killed the Cobbler.

And I'd like to echo those saying you really did very well for your first game. You didn't seem like a newbie at all.

[Boromir88]

Awww look at how nice everyone's getting along. Too bad all of you will be wolf-meat soon enough.

[Thinlómien]

When they had found out Green was missing a disturbing silence settled on the pit when the Elves thought of their options.
"I think it's time," Inziladun said softly.
"Time for us to come out as we are," said Nogrod, nodding, although it of course couldn't be seen in the dark unless you had the eyes of a wolf.
Eönwë nodded in return. "One of you has been crying at nights and begging mercy from us in his sleep. Let him step forwards now and help us."
"And we shall not let him down, but take him to our lord to judge with our recommendations," continued Inziladun.
"It is me," said Boromir quickly. He was surprised to find his voice steady and fearless.

"Treachery!" spat Wilwarin the Hunter, drawing her knife. "Rally to me, faithful ones!"
She could feel first Ozban and then Loslote at her side, their shoulders brushing against hers. She pondered their chances, she with her knife and the two unarmed youths, one of them a hunter and one of them a tag-along. Against them stood three werewolves and a man who had once been a gatewarden, although an incompetent one. It didn't seem promising.

There was a low growl and blood-curdling howling and the three knew Eönwë, Nogrod and Inziladun - once known as two hunters and a weaponsmith - had assumed their wolf forms. Wilwarin heard the few steps a wolf or a dog takes when it's about to leap. "Get down!" she shouted, but her companions were not quick enough. Ozban felt the heavy beast knock him down and he tried to fight with all his strength, not to die here and disappoint his lord Finrod Felagund by failing to return with a word of his friend Lady Thinlómien and their expedition, but the werewolf was too strong for him and it clawed and bit him to death.

"Wait Eönwë!" said a voice, and though horribly distorted, Wilwarin and Loslote recognised it as Inziladun's. "Spare the women."
The beast that had killed Ozban let out a howl but said nothing.
Inziladun continued: "You two need not die here. Just leave your past behind and devote your lives to our Lord Sauron, and he will give you mercy. Wilwarin, he needs hunters like you, you were the best of us all. Loslote, you are young and full of potential - why throw away your life?"
"I will never work for the shadow!" young Loslote declared angrily.
"And I shall never forgive the death of my friends!" Wilwarin shouted. "Come Loslote, we fight!" She put her knife to Loslote's hand. "Take this," she whispered. "When it comes to wrestling against these beasts, I daresay I stand a better chance." Loslote's fingers gripped the hilt of the dagger. "Thank you," she said.
"I told you it would come to this," said Eönwë to Inziladun, his voice as ghastly as his friend's. "They will never give up. Nogrod, wake up! There's work to do."
The werewolf who had once been a master hunter of wolves woke up with a start. He could do little about his narcolepsia.
"Alright then," he said. "On my count... one, two, three..."

There was an ear-piercing concerto of wolf howls and the three deadly beasts jumped at the remaining hunters. Loslote tried to stab at the beast that had knocked her to the ground but the wolf disarmed her with one careless swing of its mighty paw and Wilwarin's dagger that once had been lady Thinlómien's clattered on the stony floor. Then she had no longer any defense against the beast who unceremoniously finished her off with a bite to the neck.

Wilwarin was wrestling with two wolves when she heard the dagger hit the floor. Desperately, she tried to reach for it, but could not move with the weight of the beasts on her. Together, they held her down and clawed her to pieces. It was an agonising death.

With Wilwarin's dying scream, silence once again settled on the pit and darkness even greater seemed than before seemed to emerge. A deep voice full of malice spoke: "Well done, my brave hunters! Now come with me and I will provide for you." The three wolves walked unerringly towards the sound, but Boromir stood doubtingly in the dark. He had heard the last of the Elves slaughtered, and now this Lord of Darkness had come. He hesitated.
"And will you come too, coward?" the malicious voice asked. Boromir nodded. He only wanted out of this place reeking of death. He knelt on the bloody ground. "If you will only have my service, Lord Sauron."
There was an evil laugh which almost sounded like a howl. "I will. You have shown your quality by lasting this long. Follow your friends," said the Lord of Werewolves.

Eönwë, Inziladun, Nogrod and Boromir arrived in a mighty dark hall lit with torches near the ceiling. They were positioned so that they cast strange, moving shadows on the walls. Sauron, the Lord of Werewolves, sat on a throne, fair of face yet terrible to behold with a huge wolf curled at his feet. His eyes met theirs.

"Four out of fifteen remain," he said. "Four cunning and strong Elven hunters for my thralls, trained by Nargothrond." And he laughed for he was in a good mood today. "Tonight, you shall sleep. Tomorrow, you shall join my werewolves and orcs on a quest to capture puppies of northern dire wolves. From them I shall breed the greatest of werewolves and they will be the terror of all of Beleriand! Sleep now, you have deserved your rest."

And so the four were taken away, and the spell of wolvery was taken from upon Inziladun, Eönwë and Nogrod. They were mere Elves again, and would be slaves to the great shadow for the rest of their lives.


When Huan arrived in Nargothrond, his fur streaked with blood and his wise eyes full of sadness and anger, everybody knew what had happened. The fate of the fifteen hunters - Boromir, Eönwë, Glirdan, Green, Inziladun, Legate, Loslote, Nerwen, Nogrod, Ozban, Pitch, Shastanis, Skip, Thinlómien and Wilwarin - inspired troubadours to write laments, people wept in the streets and Finrod Felagund in his high halls bowed his noble head in grief. It would still be years before anyone would successfully defy the might of Sauron and Tol-in-Gaurhoth.


~*~


The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2
Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3
Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3
Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4
Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4
Green (ordo) - eaten by hungry wolves on Night5
Ozban (ordo) - died in the massacre on Day5
Wilwarin (hunter) - died in the massacre on Day5
Loslote (ordo) - died in the massacre on Day5

The Living
Boromir (cobbler)
Eönwë (werewolf)
Inziladun (werewolf)
Nogrod (werewolf)


WEREWOLF VICTORY! Congrats to the evil team, and my sympathies to the innocents. The game is over now: everybody dead, alive and not taking part, feel free to post. Thanks again to everybody for playing and following the game!

[wilwarin538]

My, my, that was a very fantastic final narration. Great game Lommy!

I can't think of all my picks off the top of my head, but I'm pretty sure I never hunted a wolf.

You boys definitely deserved that victory, no matter how much it saddens me that I never got to take one of you down.

[Boromir88]

Wilwa is completely justified to yell and throw things at me. Glirdan, you are not because I had no part in your death!

Good job to all my wonderful wolvsies, and Moddess for making this a fun game. Even if it was a slaughter, there were lots of interesting days because of the "characters" each one of us can be.

[Thinlómien]

Originally Posted by wilwarin538

I can't think of all my picks off the top of my head, but I'm pretty sure I never hunted a wolf.

In fact you did - on Night2 you were hunting Eönwë and the wolves were even seriously considering killing you (if Nogrod is to be believed). As it happens, Glirdan was also protecting you that Night. I so wished they'd have gone for you instead of him! It would've been hilarious.