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Byronic Brand
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: The 1590s
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I could tell you were saying something with the goosefeathers, but I couldn't for the life of me tell what. Was it more vague evidence of your Huntership, in some Indianesque fashion, or a message to me as a supposed Seer?
I think it would demonstrate that a village can defend itself without double-lynchings (we've had not one so far, thank Eru) were we to avoid one, and also preserve one of the exciting unpredictable elements left, namely the Cursed. If we lynch everyone in a paranoiac attempt to stop the Cursed having any chance of being killed, what's the point of having one? No, let that pageant roll into place if the fates will it.
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Blithe Spirit
Join Date: Jan 2003
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I was trying to imply, and hoping that you would thus infer, that you were wearing my garb, my dear jester.
Anyway, it looks like I've been asked to make a decision on behalf of everyone. Something I hate doing. Plus I don't have time to go back and inspect everything thoroughly. What to do? Tar-a was suspected by wilwa and now by Eonwe. LMP is suspected by Anguirel (probably out of sheer devilry) and by me, who can't spot a wolf when it comes and slavers in her lap (vis a vis Kitanna) oh, lord, Bleak House is starting, I must go. ++LMP Good luck, village.
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Itinerant Songster
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: The Edge of Faerie
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I shall be hanged, or what have you.
Dupes! Fools! Miscreants! Idiots, even! Do you honestly believe that I would allow myself to have outright enemies amongst the innocents, if I was the werewolf? Only fools could think me such a fool. No, I would ingratiate myself to all of you innocents, as tar has so cunningly done. Why, we have two jesters, not one! The three graves shall be filled. Eonwe, my blood is not on your hands. But because of the foolishness of those who have voted to kill the innocent and save the werewolf, I do hope that one of you is Cursed. If so, you all shall pay for your foolhardiness. Well played, tar. You've fooled them all for one last Day and Night. Oh, and to borrow, with attributions (coughB88cough) a most terse and well-put phrase, you're all knuckleheads (well, except for the sensible Eonwe). |
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Mischievous Candle
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The villagers had had enough. They wanted to put an end to the mad massacre, and so they decided to lynch the village undertaker. "You've already taken too many of us six feet under", the ever-reducing lot growled as they approached littlemanpoet. The remaining residents had brought most imaginative gadgets with them in order to finish things as efficiently as possible.
Anguirel squeezed his slingshot and an arsenal of ammunition consisting mostly of walnuts and apples, Eonwe fingered a tuberous billy club, Lalaith bore a cutlass and tar-ancalime held a thingamabob that she called a fool-proof Werecreature eliminator. In one rank the four walked towards littlemanpoet who stood on the other side of the village square glaring at the villagers half smugly, knowing that they would have to admit their mistake, and half peevishly, knowing that he himself would not be able to see that moment. "You killed our friends: prepare to die", the group bawled. "Now listen, you idiots, do you really want to fill the three graves I dug today? This is insane, you are a useless bunch of twits!" littlemanpoet hissed. But of course, the villagers didn't tolerate that kind of speech from a death-sentenced, and so they attacked him without hesitating to use their gizmos. The air was thick with nuts and vegetable food, and after Anguirel run out of ammunition, Eonwe and tar-ancalime rushed to contribute the lynching. Finally Lalaith sprang forth and cut littlemanpoet's throat with her sword. Hearts pounding and clothes covered with blood the villagers stepped back to admire the fruit of their collaboration. They had managed to kill the undertaker pretty efficiently, but the down side was that it seemed that he wasn't a werewolf after all. It was proved that the Werecreature eliminator can eliminate normal human beings too, though. Living: Anguirel - jester Eonwe - militiaman Lalaith - goosegirl tar-ancalime - charlatan Dead: dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1 Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1 Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2 Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2 Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3 WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3 Celuien(ranger) - mauled with musical instruments on Night 4 Kitanna(wolf) - stoned, battered and decapitated on Day 4 Wilwarin538(seer) - eyes plucked out and made into a scarecrow on Night 5 Glirdan(ord) - taunted to death on Day 5 Firefoot(ord) - mutilated and deformed on Night 6 littlemanpoet(ord) - maimed with wondrous gadgets on Day 6 Score: Villagers: 3 Wolves: 1 It is now Night 7. As I said earlier, I'll be without internet access this Saturday. I suggest that we don't use 24-hour-long phases anymore (only two people said that they approved the suggestion and now the other one is dead) and Day 7 will begin probably at 3:00 pm. GMT tomorrow. Is it fine? Post in the admin thread if you have any complains about that, please. Good Night! |
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Sword of Spirit
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Oh, I'm around.
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"Cursed, since your birth dear, and your worst fears have all come true" During the night, a heart chilling howl split the silence. Every villager sat upright in their beds. To each the howl had sounded almost outside their window. But the silence reigned again, although sleep did not. When they arose in the morning, each made their way to the center of town, just as they had grown accustomed to do. The Villagers were already used to encountering the loss of a new Villager every morning, and therefore couldn't believe their eyes when they gathered to the village square. Everyone was there and very much alive. What did this mean? Had the wolf become a pacifist in one night? Had someone somehow escaped from the wolves never-missing grasp? They stood for a while in silence, trying to sort out their thoughts. But suddenly the villagers noticed a big 'C' carved on the wall of the nearest house. They walked over to inspect the carving, which appeared to have been made by claws. Yet the letter had been hewn out of solid stone. Quivering, the villagers turned and walked away, knowing that the symbol had been left by the Werewolf. "A 'C'? What could that mean?", one thought out loud. "Clowns, perhaps?", piped in the very cheery jester. "No, it can't be that. We're talking wolves here." "Claws!" "No, it has to Mean something." "Then it must mean... Cursed..." All the villagers gasped. But two of those gasps were only a ploy. Terrified they looked at each other. They knew that the nightly howl had sounded much to joyful to be normal. Suddenly they knew why the wolvish noise had sounded so full of glee. One of their own had been converted into a werewolf. Living: Anguirel - jester Eonwe - militiaman Lalaith - goosegirl tar-ancalime - charlatan Dead: dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1 Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1 Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2 Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2 Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3 WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3 Celuien(ranger) - mauled with musical instruments on Night 4 Kitanna(wolf) - stoned, battered and decapitated on Day 4 Wilwarin538(seer) - eyes plucked out and made into a scarecrow on Night 5 Glirdan(ord) - taunted to death on Day 5 Firefoot(ord) - mutilated and deformed on Night 6 littlemanpoet(ord) - maimed with wondrous gadgets on Day 6 Score: Villagers: 2 Wolves: 2 It is now Day 7. Day will end in 24 hours, or when everyone has voted. Normally, this villager to wolf ratio would mean that the wolves have won. But the outcome is not yet that certain.
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Byronic Brand
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: The 1590s
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Well...after acting so smarmy yesterday...I have to admit I haven't the vaguest idea what's going on. Or why we're not all dead.
My evil stratagem has now completely caved in, so I'll tell you what I had in mind. In the event of Eonwe being slain and the Cursed One not being found, I was planning to vote for Lalaith, thus forcing her to vote for herself if she wanted the village to win. She would then hunt tar-ancalime, and I, the jester, would alone survive! I would be lord of the village! I would dance on the corpses! JESTER WINS! But it was not to be. Now, Lalaith, once again everything lies in your hands. You are the only one of us who cannot be Cursed, as you are clearly the Hunter. I want you to accept my apologies for my framing of Glirdan and LMP-Menel wasn't intentional-and to believe that I've turned over a new leaf. I've repented. Our revels now are ended. I only manipulated people and sent them to their doom when it seemed we were winning by too wide a margin. I wanted there to be a factor of thrill. But now the wolves might actually win-should have won already- Please believe that I'm on your side. I acted like a Cobbler or a Cursed Villager yesterday and the day before, true; but I would not have known to do so were I the Cursed One. I was playing mind-games, but now the game has swept ahead of me. Now-I say we lynch the smoother, more dangerous wolf first. ++TAR-ANCALIME
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Blithe Spirit
Join Date: Jan 2003
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Sigh. This game has not covered me in glory: giving the wolf a sporting chance was a foolish, quixotic action.
I don't believe a word you say Ang and I'm very much inclined to Hunt you whether you are a wolf or not. But I'm pretty sure that voting to kill the known wolf, tar-ancalime now is the only option open, I'll worry about the other wolf, and you, later. ++tar-ancalime
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Byronic Brand
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: The 1590s
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Now, my dear Lady Tar-Ancalime, pay no attention to LMP's pleading that you rip me apart tonight. I've killed almost as many innocents as you have, I believe; Menel, Glirdan, and now probably the Renowned Undertaker. Really no point in Cursing me if I turn out to be that way inclined; I'm doing fine as I am...and I have a final little jest to arrange tomorrow if all goes well... EDIT: Cross-posted with the Moddess Goddess. Shall I delete?
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Itinerant Songster
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: The Edge of Faerie
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I could have sworn there was no Cobbler in this game!
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Mischievous Candle
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No need to delete, It was just a heads-up.
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Byronic Brand
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: The 1590s
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Then I'll clarify. I'm a jester, not a cobbler, but my status as a proven innocent has allowed me to have a little fun and wreak a little havoc...some intentional, some not...and I'm saving up a twist. I only hope I get the chance to employ it...
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