Tol-in-Gaurhoth VII (The Saga goes ever on and on) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Firefoot · 08-06-2005, 11:46 AM

“Kill the lhunatic wolf!” The shouts went up as the sun went down. Clearly this was their final wolf, hiding behind that bluffing howling of hers.

The small mob of four herded Lhuna down to the village square. Lhuna went willingly, cackling insanely and occasionally howling.

“You do know I’m innocent,” she commented, then laughed maniacally. The villagers exchanged looks amongst them. It seemed that their final wolf had finally cracked.

As they reached the square, the question went up, “So how are we going to lynch her?” The villagers were beginning to run out of ideas. Their gallows was utterly ruined and the executioner’s axe had mysteriously disappeared. Besides that, they no longer had a village undertaker to take care of the dead bodies... and, if she did turn out to be a wolf, the villagers weren’t quite sure how they would fend her off.

“So we’ll have to get rid of her… somehow.” The villagers paused in quiet thought, broken only by Lhuna’s mad howling.

Finally, one of the villagers cried out, “I can’t think! Let us throw her over the cliff some ways out of town and be done with her for good.” Happy with this thought, the villagers hastened out of the town into the more mountainous terrain surrounding the village. They all knew of the cliff, and as they drew nearer, Lhuna got to be downright batty.

They reached the clearing before the cliff, and the villagers began to contemplate how they would throw her over. “I’ll grab her legs… you take her arms…” But suddenly, Lhuna broke free, sprinting for the cliff. Inches from the edge, she jumped.

“I’m a bird!” she shrieked. But alas for Lhuna, she was no more a bird than she was a werewolf. In seconds, she hit the rocky bottom with a resounding thud and moved no more. The villagers peered over the edge and realized that they had rid themselves of nothing more than an ordinary lhunatic; there was still a wolf among them. With fear in their hearts, the final four made their trek back to the village.

~*~*~*~

Living:

Eomer
Saurreg
TORE
Wilwarin

Dead:

Firefoot – drowned and burned by werewolves on Night 1
Nilpaurion (Ordinary Villager) – beat piñata style and killed by villagers on Day 1
Fea (Ordinary Villager) – gutted and stuffed by werewolves on Night 2
Oddwen (Ranger) – killed by Nilp’s villager-provoked wolves on Day 2
Durelin (Hunter) – Deadheaded by werewolves on Night 3
TGWBS (Ordinary Villager) - Slain by Hunter on Night 3
Kitanna (Werewolf) – Paralyzed and hung by villagers on Day 3
Dancing Spawn (Ordinary Villager) – Twisted like a pretzel and stuffed in a closet by werewolves on Night 4
Elf-Warrior (Ordinary Villager) – Stabbed through with knives by villagers on Day 4
LMP (Ordinary Villager) – Suffocated by werewolves on Night 5
Oromin (Werewolf) – Crushed under gallows by villagers on Day 5
Kath (Seer) – Scalped with eyeballs ripped out by werewolves on Night 6
Mormegil (Ordinary Villager) – Cut off his own head rather than having the villagers handle his axe on Day 6
Encai (Shirriff) – Burned to death by werewolf on Night 7
Lhuna (Ordinary Villager) – Jumped off a cliff on Day 7

Score:

Werewolves – 1
Villagers – 3

It is now Night 8. I need a name from the Wolf. Night will end in 24 hours.

Saurreg · 08-07-2005, 12:00 PM

Und me vote goes to-

Oops sorry. Dah Great Earthmodma hasn't passed judgement yet.

Firefoot · 08-07-2005, 12:05 PM

For most of the night, the entire village was silent. No one could sleep; the doom of the villagers seemed imminent though uncertain. Then, in the very darkest hour before dawn, several things began to happen.

The wolf, having weighed its choices of kills, transformed shape and padded off through the village.

Nilp’s wolves, almost entirely forgotten, lifted up their mournful howls to the waning moon: a sound entirely beautiful and sinister and sorrowful, all at the same time.

From the chosen victim’s house, music woke. The sound was at once familiar and strange, and those who heard it recognized it immediately as the music of their troubadour Wilwa, music that was an echo of happier times.

The music of the wolves and that of Wilwa combined to make a composition that sounded haunting and resigned… and yet, not without hope. Could there still be a way to rid this village of its plague?

Abruptly, with a jarringly discordant chord, the music stopped. The two villagers not present would later find out that the strings of the instrument on which Wilwa had been playing had been ripped off.

Then there was silence. Eventually, the wolf returned home, and the sun soon rose. The villagers knew before they even met together that Wilwa was no longer among them. A trip to her house revealed that after her instrument (they now saw that it had been a mandolin) had been destroyed, her insides had been ripped open. After being destroyed, they had been tied in bundles by the strings from her now useless mandolin, which had afterwards been coated in her blood.

They found a scrawled message on a sheet of paper nearby, short, simple, and to the point: I wish for hope, yet fear there is very little. Good luck. –Shirriff Wilwa.

And so the unlikely trio – wolf, cobbler, and ordinary villager – departed the house. This day spelled doom, either for the wolf or the villagers; only time would tell.

~*~*~*~

Living:

Eomer
Saurreg
TORE

Dead:

Firefoot – drowned and burned by werewolves on Night 1
Nilpaurion (Ordinary Villager) – beat piñata style and killed by villagers on Day 1
Fea (Ordinary Villager) – gutted and stuffed by werewolves on Night 2
Oddwen (Ranger) – killed by Nilp’s villager-provoked wolves on Day 2
Durelin (Hunter) – Deadheaded by werewolves on Night 3
TGWBS (Ordinary Villager) - Slain by Hunter on Night 3
Kitanna (Werewolf) – Paralyzed and hung by villagers on Day 3
Dancing Spawn (Ordinary Villager) – Twisted like a pretzel and stuffed in a closet by werewolves on Night 4
Elf-Warrior (Ordinary Villager) – Stabbed through with knives by villagers on Day 4
LMP (Ordinary Villager) – Suffocated by werewolves on Night 5
Oromin (Werewolf) – Crushed under gallows by villagers on Day 5
Kath (Seer) – Scalped with eyeballs ripped out by werewolves on Night 6
Mormegil (Ordinary Villager) – Cut off his own head rather than having the villagers handle his axe on Day 6
Encai (Shirriff) – Burned to death by werewolf on Night 7
Lhuna (Ordinary Villager) – Jumped off a cliff on Day 7
Wilwarin (Shirriff) – Ripped open by werewolf on Night 8

Score:

Werewolves – 1
Villagers – 2

It is now Day 8. Day will end in 24 hours or earlier if the vote is passed by then.

The Only Real Estel · 08-07-2005, 12:06 PM

*Takes a drag on my trusty pipe*

Quote:

the Cobbler might be going for a subtle approach - hoping to stay more under the radar until the final DAY & then flare up & guarantee a sure wolf victory? That would be a daring plan.

It was a daring plan. But it has paid off.

++ The Only Real Estel

I am The Cobbler. Wolf, vote for me and complete the desecration of this accursed village.

These villagers had treated me, my trade, & my ambitions (such as they were) like inferiority. Of course they feigned kindness towards me, but I read their true motives. I caught their looks, their whispers, I am sure they were directed towards me.

Well, I have turned the tables on them. I was as shocked as the others when Firefoot was slain. But I saw that these wolves had afforded me a chance for revenge, and I took it. I aided them as best as I could. I was not sorry when Fea was murdered. I felt no remorse when Durelin was killed; I laughed when she mistook TGWBS for a wolf and helped my cause. I masked my true feelings when Dancing Spawn was done away with & the only sorrow I felt over lmp’s death was that he was not the seer (which I was already fairly certain of). I gloated when the wolves massacred the true seer, Kath, & was glad to see the two sheriffs go in rapid succession. I felt no twinges of guilt over the lynching of the ‘innocent’ villagers – not even those I especially took part in. If you roll a stone it will roll back on you – and a stone was due to roll back on them for what they had put me through.

I would not openly aid the wolves. No, of course not; if I was too obvious I wouldn’t live to see my designs fulfilled. Instead I lurked in the shadows, causing some confusion here; throwing some suspicion on innocents there, but mostly I took glee in the predicament of those that I had hated since before I even knew such a destructive thing as hate. I bided my time, hoping that, rather than help the wolves for a day I could emerge at the end & seal this cursed village’s fate. And now I have.

Still, I am not happy. Vengeance is mine, but it is not sweet. I shall look forward to today’s lynching. My only wish is that I might hang by my own hand – after I have seen the slaying of the very last villager that did me wrong.

And now I go to have one final smoke on my good, trusty, pipe; the only thing in this village that I never bore ill will towards.

Saurreg · 08-07-2005, 12:09 PM

If me could curz like a drunkened sailor, me would.

Game over. Game Over.

Eomer of the Rohirrim · 08-07-2005, 01:05 PM

May you find your peace, cobbler.

++TORE

This is for my fallen comrades.

Firefoot · 08-07-2005, 01:15 PM

“All is lost!” cried Saurreg.

Meanwhile, Eomer turned to Estel. “It’s time for you to go, old chap. Thank you for your help.”

“You mean I don’t even get to see him die first?” asked Estel in disappointment, indicating Saurreg.

Eomer thought for a moment. “Just for you,” he decided, “I’ll let you witness Saurreg’s death. Then you may die in what manner seems best to you.”

Estel smiled mirthlessly at this pronouncement. “Make it painful.”

With a victorious light in his eye, Eomer looked upon Saurreg. “Rest assured, once I kill you, I’ll do the same to every one of your sheep.”

Saurreg’s face paled. “Not me poor sheep!” And that was all the last words that Saurreg had time for before Eomer underwent a snarling transformation. Saurreg put up a futile fight, but Eomer easily overcame him. Within minutes, all that was left of Saurreg was scattered, bloody, shredded body parts.

And Eomer smiled a wolfish smile. Victory was nigh complete.

Estel’s purpose was finished. With a salute to the remaining wolf, he took off towards his house where he had affixed a noose to the eaves of the house. He climbed a step ladder and fastened the noose about his neck. “Never shall it be said that this village was wholly unable to hang people, though the honor shall go to me alone. Vengeance is mine!” With that, he kicked aside his ladder. His neck snapped, and all that was left of the unloving Loveland was a victorious werewolf and Estel’s dead body, swaying in the dusty wind.

WEREWOLVES WIN!

08-06-2005, 11:46 AM	#1
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	“Kill the lhunatic wolf!” The shouts went up as the sun went down. Clearly this was their final wolf, hiding behind that bluffing howling of hers. The small mob of four herded Lhuna down to the village square. Lhuna went willingly, cackling insanely and occasionally howling. “You do know I’m innocent,” she commented, then laughed maniacally. The villagers exchanged looks amongst them. It seemed that their final wolf had finally cracked. As they reached the square, the question went up, “So how are we going to lynch her?” The villagers were beginning to run out of ideas. Their gallows was utterly ruined and the executioner’s axe had mysteriously disappeared. Besides that, they no longer had a village undertaker to take care of the dead bodies... and, if she did turn out to be a wolf, the villagers weren’t quite sure how they would fend her off. “So we’ll have to get rid of her… somehow.” The villagers paused in quiet thought, broken only by Lhuna’s mad howling. Finally, one of the villagers cried out, “I can’t think! Let us throw her over the cliff some ways out of town and be done with her for good.” Happy with this thought, the villagers hastened out of the town into the more mountainous terrain surrounding the village. They all knew of the cliff, and as they drew nearer, Lhuna got to be downright batty. They reached the clearing before the cliff, and the villagers began to contemplate how they would throw her over. “I’ll grab her legs… you take her arms…” But suddenly, Lhuna broke free, sprinting for the cliff. Inches from the edge, she jumped. “I’m a bird!” she shrieked. But alas for Lhuna, she was no more a bird than she was a werewolf. In seconds, she hit the rocky bottom with a resounding thud and moved no more. The villagers peered over the edge and realized that they had rid themselves of nothing more than an ordinary lhunatic; there was still a wolf among them. With fear in their hearts, the final four made their trek back to the village. ~~~~ Living: Eomer Saurreg TORE Wilwarin Dead: Firefoot – drowned and burned by werewolves on Night 1 Nilpaurion (Ordinary Villager) – beat piñata style and killed by villagers on Day 1 Fea (Ordinary Villager) – gutted and stuffed by werewolves on Night 2 Oddwen (Ranger) – killed by Nilp’s villager-provoked wolves on Day 2 Durelin (Hunter) – Deadheaded by werewolves on Night 3 TGWBS (Ordinary Villager) - Slain by Hunter on Night 3 Kitanna (Werewolf) – Paralyzed and hung by villagers on Day 3 Dancing Spawn (Ordinary Villager) – Twisted like a pretzel and stuffed in a closet by werewolves on Night 4 Elf-Warrior (Ordinary Villager) – Stabbed through with knives by villagers on Day 4 LMP (Ordinary Villager) – Suffocated by werewolves on Night 5 Oromin (Werewolf) – Crushed under gallows by villagers on Day 5 Kath (Seer) – Scalped with eyeballs ripped out by werewolves on Night 6 Mormegil (Ordinary Villager) – Cut off his own head rather than having the villagers handle his axe on Day 6 Encai (Shirriff) – Burned to death by werewolf on Night 7 Lhuna (Ordinary Villager) – Jumped off a cliff on Day 7 Score: Werewolves – 1 Villagers – 3 It is now Night 8. I need a name from the Wolf. Night will end in 24 hours. Last edited by Firefoot; 08-06-2005 at 11:51 AM.*

08-07-2005, 12:00 PM	#2
Saurreg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: In self imposed exile... Posts: 465	Und me vote goes to- Oops sorry. Dah Great Earthmodma hasn't passed judgement yet. __________________ "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. " ~Voltaire

08-07-2005, 12:09 PM	#5
Saurreg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: In self imposed exile... Posts: 465	If me could curz like a drunkened sailor, me would. Game over. Game Over. __________________ "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. " ~Voltaire

08-07-2005, 01:05 PM	#6
Eomer of the Rohirrim Auspicious Wraith Join Date: May 2002 Location: The Netherlands Posts: 4,859	May you find your peace, cobbler. ++TORE This is for my fallen comrades. __________________ Los Ingobernables de Harlond

08-07-2005, 12:05 PM	#3
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	For most of the night, the entire village was silent. No one could sleep; the doom of the villagers seemed imminent though uncertain. Then, in the very darkest hour before dawn, several things began to happen. The wolf, having weighed its choices of kills, transformed shape and padded off through the village. Nilp’s wolves, almost entirely forgotten, lifted up their mournful howls to the waning moon: a sound entirely beautiful and sinister and sorrowful, all at the same time. From the chosen victim’s house, music woke. The sound was at once familiar and strange, and those who heard it recognized it immediately as the music of their troubadour Wilwa, music that was an echo of happier times. The music of the wolves and that of Wilwa combined to make a composition that sounded haunting and resigned… and yet, not without hope. Could there still be a way to rid this village of its plague? Abruptly, with a jarringly discordant chord, the music stopped. The two villagers not present would later find out that the strings of the instrument on which Wilwa had been playing had been ripped off. Then there was silence. Eventually, the wolf returned home, and the sun soon rose. The villagers knew before they even met together that Wilwa was no longer among them. A trip to her house revealed that after her instrument (they now saw that it had been a mandolin) had been destroyed, her insides had been ripped open. After being destroyed, they had been tied in bundles by the strings from her now useless mandolin, which had afterwards been coated in her blood. They found a scrawled message on a sheet of paper nearby, short, simple, and to the point: I wish for hope, yet fear there is very little. Good luck. –Shirriff Wilwa. And so the unlikely trio – wolf, cobbler, and ordinary villager – departed the house. This day spelled doom, either for the wolf or the villagers; only time would tell. ~~~~ Living: Eomer Saurreg TORE Dead: Firefoot – drowned and burned by werewolves on Night 1 Nilpaurion (Ordinary Villager) – beat piñata style and killed by villagers on Day 1 Fea (Ordinary Villager) – gutted and stuffed by werewolves on Night 2 Oddwen (Ranger) – killed by Nilp’s villager-provoked wolves on Day 2 Durelin (Hunter) – Deadheaded by werewolves on Night 3 TGWBS (Ordinary Villager) - Slain by Hunter on Night 3 Kitanna (Werewolf) – Paralyzed and hung by villagers on Day 3 Dancing Spawn (Ordinary Villager) – Twisted like a pretzel and stuffed in a closet by werewolves on Night 4 Elf-Warrior (Ordinary Villager) – Stabbed through with knives by villagers on Day 4 LMP (Ordinary Villager) – Suffocated by werewolves on Night 5 Oromin (Werewolf) – Crushed under gallows by villagers on Day 5 Kath (Seer) – Scalped with eyeballs ripped out by werewolves on Night 6 Mormegil (Ordinary Villager) – Cut off his own head rather than having the villagers handle his axe on Day 6 Encai (Shirriff) – Burned to death by werewolf on Night 7 Lhuna (Ordinary Villager) – Jumped off a cliff on Day 7 Wilwarin (Shirriff) – Ripped open by werewolf on Night 8 Score*: Werewolves – 1 Villagers – 2 It is now Day 8. Day will end in 24 hours or earlier if the vote is passed by then.

08-07-2005, 01:15 PM	#7
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	“All is lost!” cried Saurreg. Meanwhile, Eomer turned to Estel. “It’s time for you to go, old chap. Thank you for your help.” “You mean I don’t even get to see him die first?” asked Estel in disappointment, indicating Saurreg. Eomer thought for a moment. “Just for you,” he decided, “I’ll let you witness Saurreg’s death. Then you may die in what manner seems best to you.” Estel smiled mirthlessly at this pronouncement. “Make it painful.” With a victorious light in his eye, Eomer looked upon Saurreg. “Rest assured, once I kill you, I’ll do the same to every one of your sheep.” Saurreg’s face paled. “Not me poor sheep!” And that was all the last words that Saurreg had time for before Eomer underwent a snarling transformation. Saurreg put up a futile fight, but Eomer easily overcame him. Within minutes, all that was left of Saurreg was scattered, bloody, shredded body parts. And Eomer smiled a wolfish smile. Victory was nigh complete. Estel’s purpose was finished. With a salute to the remaining wolf, he took off towards his house where he had affixed a noose to the eaves of the house. He climbed a step ladder and fastened the noose about his neck. “Never shall it be said that this village was wholly unable to hang people, though the honor shall go to me alone. Vengeance is mine!” With that, he kicked aside his ladder. His neck snapped, and all that was left of the unloving Loveland was a victorious werewolf and Estel’s dead body, swaying in the dusty wind. WEREWOLVES WIN!