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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly
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I'm sorry that post is so disjointed. I'd planned to actually go back and quote things and say more, but I suddenly got handed a bunch of work early in the afternoon and simply didn't have time. I'm sure there are parts of that post that don't make sense outside of my head, and I'll be happy to explain them toMorrow if I'm around, but I wanted to type up the scribbles I had, so....ugh. There'll be time toMorrow, I hope.
Quick list then, based on what I read just now. Suspicious: Dun Rikae Fence-sitting: Nog Cop Trusting for now: Nerwen Kath
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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DEADLINE.
Zil is lynched, stop posting, narration's coming up.
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
Posts: 7,431
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Day 6 morning
We don't have to tell you how annoyed the trolls were after they had had their bellies empty for two days straight.
"I want to eat someone. Actually, I want to eat Lad," said Rick. "I have no doubt I would be delicious," said Lad darkly. "I think Sal would be juicier," Kat argued. "Lad doesn't seem to be objecting," Sal pointed out. "Yer right," said Nog, and grabbed Lad. "Don't yer push me, I can walk," Lad spat and walked out of the cave. The others followed quickly on his heels and they came to the place where the trolls had made their fire the previous night. "We 'ave still some wood left," Cop pointed out. "It should be enough if 'e's a wizzer." "Wizzers are small," Nerve confirmed. "But they are enough for a good supper." They found a big, heavy log, placed it upright and tied Lad to it. Rick piled the remaining firewood around him and Sal set it alight. "He ain't even strugglin'," Nog voiced the general concern. "Did we roast a troll again?" Kat asked. To everyone's surprise, Lad laughed coldly. Flames were beginning to lick his toes, but he did not seem to mind. "Your fire cannot kill me, you fools. I wield the flame of Anor!" "The fire can't hurt 'im, 'e says," Cop repeated what they all just heard. "Bring more wood!" "It ain't like he can escape, anyway," Sal noted. "If he won't burn, he'll choke from the smoke." "And then we eat him," Nerve added. "That won't help either. I've had enough of this! Your ropes cannot keep me here. I have many allies. I will fly, you fools!" "Can he fly?" Rick asked, puzzled. Lad did not reply, but instead he looked into the sky with an intensive look in his eyes. He was starting to change: he didn't really look very much like a troll anymore, he looked smaller, much more cunning and kind of bearded. "Where are you, my moth, when I need you?" he muttered under his breath, scanning the skies with his bright eyes. The flames rose higher, and Lad let out a long wail. "My moth has deserted me, and so have my eagles! I have no friends anymore! And that once they called me Inzilgast the Bird-tamer!" He wailed, and cried, but his tears were not enough to dose the fire. They watched him grill - quite nicely actually - but then, to their dismay (as much as trolls can be dismayed), his body seemed to shrink even more, and it seemed as the long years of death have finally revealed on it; and as they looked, it shrank and the shrivelled face became rags of burnt skin upon a charred skull. Then grey mist gathered about Lad's body, and rising slowly with the smoke, as a pale shrouded figure it loomed above the bonfire. For a moment it wavered, then came a wind from the east and with a sigh, it disappeared. The trolls were left without food again. ~*~ Dumb and Dead Thinlómien, "Lom", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1 Legate of Amon Lanc, "Leg", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1 Pomegranate, "Pom", a Wizard, boiled and eaten on Day 1 Ozban, "Oz", an Ordinary Troll, crushed to death by a troll pyramid on Day 2 Volo, "Vol", Traitor Troll, magically opened up like a door on Night 3 Bane Mantra, "Bane", an Ordinary Troll, turned into stone while hunting (modfired) on Day 3 Boromir88, "Bore", Ordinary Troll, forgotten outside the cave and turned into stone on Day 3 Brinniel, "Brin", the Clever Troll, strangled to death with the assistance of magical studs on Night4 Gil-Galad, "Gil", an Ordinary Troll, beaten to death by his fellows on Day 4 Shastanis Althreduin, "Shaz", an Ordinary Troll, lost in search for Bane (modfired) on Day 4 A Little Green, "Green", an Ordinary Troll, blown up with fireworks on Night 5 Morsul the Dark, "Mors", an Ordinary Troll, roasted, but not eaten on Day 5 Loslote, "Lot", the Purse-holder Troll, lured into daylight on Night 6 McCaber, "Cab", a Wizard, identified by the troll-purse and suffocated to death on Night 6 Inziladun, "Lad", a Wizard, roasted but not rescued on Day 6 Dumb and Walking Coppermirror, "Cop" Kath, "Kat" Nerwen, "Nerve" Nogrod, "Nog" Rikae, "Rick" satansaloser2005, "Sal" ~*~ Night 7 has started. Wizzer, send your pick. Insomniac troll, send yours. Others sleep. |
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a far land beyond the Sea
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Nightfall of Day 7
As dawn broke, the lonely wizard left the cave. He had no friends anymore, only enemies, but their numbers had fallen too. A great weariness came upon him, for he had seen and done much, and sorrow had lined his face and whitened his hair. If he ever returned and saw some of his friends again, they would tell him he looked older.
He sat alone on a rock, watching the sun, so brilliant on the sky. He remembered meeting her in the West many ages ago. He remembered her smile and it gave him hope: he wasn't and wouldn't ever be the lone agent of Light in this great evergoing battle. He gathered his robes and missed his hat fervently, then hurried of to slay a troll. In the troll-cave, meanwhile, Cop was dreaming of a meat pie. Her mum had been a great cook, and she had always cooked their food, experimenting with pies, soups and stews. Cop had eaten nothing as good as her cookings for years, and the thought of her mum's creations still made her cry sometimes. Lom and Leg and their bunch just couldn't do some things, and cooking was one of those. Cop rolled in her sleep. After Green's death she had taken her quilts and rags and her sleeping place too, or whatever remained of it after the ceiling had come down. The other trolls didn't want to sleep there, believing that corner of the cave to bring bad luck, so Cop cherished the feeling of having more space and being further away from the other smelly, snoring trolls who kicked each other in their sleep. Now Cop woke up, quite unpleasantly. It took her a while to figure out what had woken her: it was daylight. Dumbfounded, she stared at the ceiling. There was undoubtedly a small hole in it, just over her bed. She was certain it hadn't been there before, but now she finally understood why the others considered it an unlucky spot. Unfortunately, it was too late for her. She felt her skin stiffen, her insides go heavy. She was turning into stone. The last thing she saw was a slender figure in dark robes against the splendid sunlight. It laughed with such genuine mirth that Cop would have laughed too despite everything if she hadn't been half stone already. "Thank you, Arien," the laughing voice said, which made whatsoever no sense to Cop. She died before she could figure it out. When night fell, the remaining trolls woke up. They were quite upset to find Cop turned into stone inside the cave and figure out they would need to fix the ceiling before dawn, as well as find food and kill a wizard. ~*~ Dumb and Dead Thinlómien, "Lom", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1 Legate of Amon Lanc, "Leg", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1 Pomegranate, "Pom", a Wizard, boiled and eaten on Day 1 Ozban, "Oz", an Ordinary Troll, crushed to death by a troll pyramid on Day 2 Volo, "Vol", Traitor Troll, magically opened up like a door on Night 3 Bane Mantra, "Bane", an Ordinary Troll, turned into stone while hunting (modfired) on Day 3 Boromir88, "Bore", Ordinary Troll, forgotten outside the cave and turned into stone on Day 3 Brinniel, "Brin", the Clever Troll, strangled to death with the assistance of magical studs on Night4 Gil-Galad, "Gil", an Ordinary Troll, beaten to death by his fellows on Day 4 Shastanis Althreduin, "Shaz", an Ordinary Troll, lost in search for Bane (modfired) on Day 4 A Little Green, "Green", an Ordinary Troll, blown up with fireworks on Night 5 Morsul the Dark, "Mors", an Ordinary Troll, roasted, but not eaten on Day 5 Loslote, "Lot", the Purse-holder Troll, lured into daylight on Night 6 McCaber, "Cab", a Wizard, identified by the troll-purse and suffocated to death on Night 6 Inziladun, "Lad", a Wizard, roasted but not rescued on Day 6 Coppermirror, "Cop", an Ordinary Troll, spotlighted on Night 7 Dumb and Walking Kath, "Kat" Nerwen, "Nerve" Nogrod, "Nog" Rikae, "Rick" satansaloser2005, "Sal" ~*~ As you all know, Day 7 is going on. My invitation for the live people to talk is naturally still valid. Last edited by Thinlómien; 02-03-2013 at 03:35 PM. |
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Interesting choice... I thought it would have been either me or Rikae, or if the last wolf was sporty, then Kath.
But a sporty-choice anyway. Me likes that. Even if Kath would have been even better as we'd then have only people who can be read and who have influenced the game left (unless she made the decision, of course!). So one of us is a Wizard. Kath, "Kat" Nerwen, "Nerve" Nogrod, "Nog" Rikae, "Rick" satansaloser2005, "Sal" We have two Days to make it right aka. two lynches. Which makes me slightly optimistic about it. And hey, we have the ranger left! (Which might be partly responsible for the kill-choice, now as I think about it) The next step; looking at Inzil as he's now a proven Wizard. If he'd give us as much new POV's to look at things as McCaber's proven Wizardry gave us, it'd be good. But he seemed to be quite careful if my feeling has it right. Anyway, back to see what he did for starters.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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I think Zil was trying intentionally not to leave a consistent trail of his voting, or then he is just majorly going where the wind blows, or what do you say about this voting-record?
D1 Votes for a packmate (Pom) when another packmate (McCaber) is under some fire (Pom ends up lynched with McCaber a close second). D2 Votes the second for the starting bandwagon for an innocent (Oz) who gets lynhced marginally beating another innocent to lynch (Morsul). D3 Votes an innocent (Gil) against the two bandwagons (Boro & Morsul) at the time. D4 Joins the wagon on an innocent (Gil) as the third last voter - that being easy as he "had suspected" him already the Day before. D5 Votes early for the more or less obvious Wagon-to-be innocent (Morsul). D6 Votes self almost 20 hours before the DL, copying Rikae's self-vote, possibly thinking it might work for him too. Well, little to find from there. I might be up for a moment still and look for something either in Zil's posting (if he fex. defended someone at crucial moments) or taking a look at Kath... Both I think are things we should do toDay.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Triple posting...
Oh and...
Voting Day6 -20h #606 Rikae -> Inzil (1) -19˝h #607 Inzil -> Inzil (2) -2.44h #654 Kath -> Sally (1) -.07 #661 Sally -> Inzil (3) -.00 #665 Nog -> Inzil (4) Did not vote: Copper, Nerwen
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