Tol-in-Gaurhoth XIV: Nyárë Nauroron Númenoreva - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

mormegil · 12-11-2005, 05:57 PM

It's appears that either way I vote suspicion will be cast upon me...so be it.

++Lhuna

I hope that I am not wrong though if Lhuna is proven innocent I suggest that tomorrow we go for Formendacil. His vote today seems to aid Lhuna. But let us wait and see.

Alcarillo · 12-11-2005, 06:07 PM

The votes were counted up, and Lhuna was fated to die that day. The villagers tied her up with itchy rope, and discussed how she should be killed.

"The wolves beheaded the Saucepan Man, so let's behead Lhuna!" Holby the butcher suggested. "Huzzah!" cried everybody else (besides Lhuna), eager to try a new method of execution. The villagers surrounded her bound and gagged body, and hoisted her into the air. The villagers knew there was a large block of stone in the old warehouse, the perfect place to rest a wolvish neck.

The old warehouse stood at the edge of the buildings lining the harbor. It was a grim, stone building with slimy fungus growing on the walls. Inside, rusty steel rafters supported a leaky roof. Stacks of ancient crates rotted at the edges of the great space. Spiders made their webs high up in the rafters or in the corners and eaves. In the center of the ceiling was a grimy skylight, covered with dirt and bird droppings. A shaft of pale light spilled from it, and illuminated a giant block of white stone in the middle of the floor. The villagers knelt Lhuna's bound body at this stone, her head leaning over its cold, hard surface. Morm and Fordim ventured outside to the old tool shed, and returned bearing a variety of rusty axes. The villagers swung these through the air menacingly, testing their weights and chopping ability. They selected one: a cruel, blackish, rusted farm tool, used for hacking apart firewood. Holby, as the town butcher, was chosen to perform the execution. After Lhuna was blind-folded, Holby took her place beside the white block. She raised the cruel axe in the air.

What happened? How did I fail Alcarillo? Lhuna thought, How have the wolves turned the village against their only protection?

The axe swung downwards, striking Lhuna's neck. SWAAATHING! Blood splattered the white stone and Lhuna's head bounced across the dirty floor and into the shadows of the warehouse. Her headless body slumped to one side, and fell onto the floor. One could see the sheath of a sword poking out from under her dress. The villagers retrieved this sword. Their faces grew pale as they realized that this was the sword of an Elf-friend.

* * * * *

Dead
Alcarillo – mod - impaled upon his own sword – NIGHT 1
dancing spawn of ungoliant – werewolf – pushed off the cliffs and into the sea – DAY 1
Jack – seer – toasted and roasted in forge – NIGHT 2
Rune son of Bjarne – ordinary – burnt at the stake – DAY 2
Gurthang – ordinary – slain in naval engagement – DAY 2
Wilwarin538 – ordinary – killed with fiddle-strings – NIGHT 3
WaynetheGoblin – ordinary – burnt at Gurthang's stake – DAY 3
The Saucepan Man – ordinary – dismembered – NIGHT 4
Lhunardawen – ranger – beheaded – DAY 4

Living
Aiwendil – retired tutor
Boromir88 – crab farmer
Fordim Hedgethistle – lithesome and non-unionized pearl diver
Formendacil – disgruntled office clerk
Holbytlass – butcher
Kath – bum
Mormegil - repairman specializing in ships and docks

It is now NIGHT 5. Werewolves my PM each other. Hunter, PM me. And villagers, go to sleep.

Alcarillo · 12-12-2005, 06:02 PM

Aiwendil slept soundly in his cottage, exhausted from the events of the past few days. As he rested, the two remaining werewolves snuck past his window, moving towards the front door. The fiddled with the lock, and snuck into the dark house, giggling with horrible glee at their next kill. They crept down a hallway, and found Aiwendil's bedroom, lined with books. The crept inside, but one of the werewolves stepped upon a squeaky floorboard. The long creak resounded throughout the house, stark and plain against the silence of the night. Aiwendil awoke, and rolled over groaning, but his eyes jumped open when he saw the shape of two werewolves at the foot of his bed. In an instant he grabbed from under his bed a bow and quiver, and without a moment's hesitation poured flashing arrows at them. "YOU MURDERERS! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!" he shouted. The werewolves dashed out the door, chased by a flurry of arrows.

Once they had left his house, Aiwendil could not let them still live. He donned a dark cloak and slung his quiver across his back. With the grace of a cat he snuck out the front door without a sound. He stood on the main road of the village, with the harbor to his left and the forests to his right. Aiwendil crossed the road, and stood outside Morm's house. I'm sure it was him, Aiwendil thought, I'm certain! Aiwendil skillfully unlocked a window with a jagged piece of steel, and crawled through into Mormegil's house. He fit an arrow to his bow, and moved silently down a dim hallway, lit by the moon through a window. He soon heard Morm snoring beyond one door. Aiwendil took a breath and thrust open the door, shouting.

But Morm was awake. Morm held a plank of wood (with several nails in it), and standing next to the door, bashed Aiwendil across the face and chest as he rushed in. Aiwendil let the arrow slip in his surprise, and it flew flashing into Morm's throat. Aiwendil, too, fell down to the floor, bleeding profusely. He glanced over his shoulder at Morm, who was slumping to the floor. But Aiwendil went unconscious before he knew if Morm was a werewolf, and they both soon died.

* * * * *

The villagers awoke to find their number decreased by two. They found Morm's and Aiwendil's bodies in Morm's house. Neither had transformed into a wolf. Two more innocents had died in the night.

* * * * *

Dead
Alcarillo – mod - impaled upon his own sword – NIGHT 1
dancing spawn of ungoliant – werewolf – pushed off the cliffs and into the sea – DAY 1
Jack – seer – toasted and roasted in forge – NIGHT 2
Rune son of Bjarne – ordinary – burnt at the stake – DAY 2
Gurthang – ordinary – slain in naval engagement – DAY 2
Wilwarin538 – ordinary – killed with fiddle-strings – NIGHT 3
WaynetheGoblin – ordinary – burnt at Gurthang's stake – DAY 3
The Saucepan Man – ordinary – dismembered – NIGHT 4
Lhunardawen – ranger – beheaded – DAY 4
Aiwendil – hunter – killed by Morm – NIGHT 5
Mormegil – ordinary – killed by Aiwendil – NIGHT 5

Living
Boromir88 – crab farmer
Fordim Hedgethistle – lithesome and non-unionized pearl diver
Formendacil – disgruntled office clerk
Holbytlass – butcher
Kath – bum

Well, villagers, it's now DAY 5. Good luck.

Boromir88 · 12-12-2005, 06:50 PM

Well this 'as been a very...interestin' day so far.

'Ow wuld yall fel if I sed I wus the Cobbler? Yes, my 'ole Fordim as the surspected Cobbler wus jus' a fake. I am the Cobbler! An' the wulves will win aftuh today.

Holbytlass · 12-12-2005, 07:53 PM

Oh no, oh no!! The wolves took out the hunter and he took out an innocent. My deepest apologies for suspecting Aiwendil all this time, I don't rightly blame him, this has been most confusing.
And now Boromir is selling out the village! I suppose it's a moot point to do the analysis on Kath (

at myself).

Fordim Hedgethistle · 12-12-2005, 08:40 PM

Well, I don't rightly know if Boro is the cobbler or not but I'm glad that he's said I'm not. Because I'm not.

I'm a wolf.

Or, maybe I'm not.

Only one way to find out.

Formendacil · 12-13-2005, 02:41 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Boromir88

I am the Cobbler! An' the wulves will win aftuh today.

I would never have thought you the Cobbler...

I still think Fordhim the Cobbler. You're trying to flush him out. A noble effort, if foolish.

In any event, it doesn't matter WHO the Cobbler is, as long as the Cobbler votes with the Wolves- and the game will be over today, and not thereafter.

Et tu, Cobbler? Then fall, Elendili!

Kath · 12-13-2005, 02:57 AM

Well it was fun while it lasted. I suppose there really is no conceivable way we remaining innocents can win now is there?

Formendacil · 12-13-2005, 03:10 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Kath

Well it was fun while it lasted. I suppose there really is no conceivable way we remaining innocents can win now is there?

Only if we can convince/befuddle the Cobbler into voting for the wrong victim...

An unlikely prospect, of course.

12-11-2005, 05:57 PM	#1
mormegil Maundering Mage Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Texas Posts: 4,651	It's appears that either way I vote suspicion will be cast upon me...so be it. ++Lhuna I hope that I am not wrong though if Lhuna is proven innocent I suggest that tomorrow we go for Formendacil. His vote today seems to aid Lhuna. But let us wait and see. __________________ “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

12-11-2005, 06:07 PM	#2
Alcarillo Shadow of the Past Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minas Mor-go Posts: 1,007	Day 4 The votes were counted up, and Lhuna was fated to die that day. The villagers tied her up with itchy rope, and discussed how she should be killed. "The wolves beheaded the Saucepan Man, so let's behead Lhuna!" Holby the butcher suggested. "Huzzah!" cried everybody else (besides Lhuna), eager to try a new method of execution. The villagers surrounded her bound and gagged body, and hoisted her into the air. The villagers knew there was a large block of stone in the old warehouse, the perfect place to rest a wolvish neck. The old warehouse stood at the edge of the buildings lining the harbor. It was a grim, stone building with slimy fungus growing on the walls. Inside, rusty steel rafters supported a leaky roof. Stacks of ancient crates rotted at the edges of the great space. Spiders made their webs high up in the rafters or in the corners and eaves. In the center of the ceiling was a grimy skylight, covered with dirt and bird droppings. A shaft of pale light spilled from it, and illuminated a giant block of white stone in the middle of the floor. The villagers knelt Lhuna's bound body at this stone, her head leaning over its cold, hard surface. Morm and Fordim ventured outside to the old tool shed, and returned bearing a variety of rusty axes. The villagers swung these through the air menacingly, testing their weights and chopping ability. They selected one: a cruel, blackish, rusted farm tool, used for hacking apart firewood. Holby, as the town butcher, was chosen to perform the execution. After Lhuna was blind-folded, Holby took her place beside the white block. She raised the cruel axe in the air. What happened? How did I fail Alcarillo? Lhuna thought, How have the wolves turned the village against their only protection? The axe swung downwards, striking Lhuna's neck. SWAAATHING! Blood splattered the white stone and Lhuna's head bounced across the dirty floor and into the shadows of the warehouse. Her headless body slumped to one side, and fell onto the floor. One could see the sheath of a sword poking out from under her dress. The villagers retrieved this sword. Their faces grew pale as they realized that this was the sword of an Elf-friend. * * * * * Dead Alcarillo – mod - impaled upon his own sword – NIGHT 1 dancing spawn of ungoliant – werewolf – pushed off the cliffs and into the sea – DAY 1 Jack – seer – toasted and roasted in forge – NIGHT 2 Rune son of Bjarne – ordinary – burnt at the stake – DAY 2 Gurthang – ordinary – slain in naval engagement – DAY 2 Wilwarin538 – ordinary – killed with fiddle-strings – NIGHT 3 WaynetheGoblin – ordinary – burnt at Gurthang's stake – DAY 3 The Saucepan Man – ordinary – dismembered – NIGHT 4 Lhunardawen – ranger – beheaded – DAY 4 Living Aiwendil – retired tutor Boromir88 – crab farmer Fordim Hedgethistle – lithesome and non-unionized pearl diver Formendacil – disgruntled office clerk Holbytlass – butcher Kath – bum Mormegil - repairman specializing in ships and docks It is now NIGHT 5. Werewolves my PM each other. Hunter, PM me. And villagers, go to sleep. Last edited by Alcarillo; 12-11-2005 at 06:33 PM.

12-12-2005, 06:02 PM	#3
Alcarillo Shadow of the Past Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minas Mor-go Posts: 1,007	Night 5 Aiwendil slept soundly in his cottage, exhausted from the events of the past few days. As he rested, the two remaining werewolves snuck past his window, moving towards the front door. The fiddled with the lock, and snuck into the dark house, giggling with horrible glee at their next kill. They crept down a hallway, and found Aiwendil's bedroom, lined with books. The crept inside, but one of the werewolves stepped upon a squeaky floorboard. The long creak resounded throughout the house, stark and plain against the silence of the night. Aiwendil awoke, and rolled over groaning, but his eyes jumped open when he saw the shape of two werewolves at the foot of his bed. In an instant he grabbed from under his bed a bow and quiver, and without a moment's hesitation poured flashing arrows at them. "YOU MURDERERS! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!" he shouted. The werewolves dashed out the door, chased by a flurry of arrows. Once they had left his house, Aiwendil could not let them still live. He donned a dark cloak and slung his quiver across his back. With the grace of a cat he snuck out the front door without a sound. He stood on the main road of the village, with the harbor to his left and the forests to his right. Aiwendil crossed the road, and stood outside Morm's house. I'm sure it was him, Aiwendil thought, I'm certain! Aiwendil skillfully unlocked a window with a jagged piece of steel, and crawled through into Mormegil's house. He fit an arrow to his bow, and moved silently down a dim hallway, lit by the moon through a window. He soon heard Morm snoring beyond one door. Aiwendil took a breath and thrust open the door, shouting. But Morm was awake. Morm held a plank of wood (with several nails in it), and standing next to the door, bashed Aiwendil across the face and chest as he rushed in. Aiwendil let the arrow slip in his surprise, and it flew flashing into Morm's throat. Aiwendil, too, fell down to the floor, bleeding profusely. He glanced over his shoulder at Morm, who was slumping to the floor. But Aiwendil went unconscious before he knew if Morm was a werewolf, and they both soon died. * * * * * The villagers awoke to find their number decreased by two. They found Morm's and Aiwendil's bodies in Morm's house. Neither had transformed into a wolf. Two more innocents had died in the night. * * * * * Dead Alcarillo – mod - impaled upon his own sword – NIGHT 1 dancing spawn of ungoliant – werewolf – pushed off the cliffs and into the sea – DAY 1 Jack – seer – toasted and roasted in forge – NIGHT 2 Rune son of Bjarne – ordinary – burnt at the stake – DAY 2 Gurthang – ordinary – slain in naval engagement – DAY 2 Wilwarin538 – ordinary – killed with fiddle-strings – NIGHT 3 WaynetheGoblin – ordinary – burnt at Gurthang's stake – DAY 3 The Saucepan Man – ordinary – dismembered – NIGHT 4 Lhunardawen – ranger – beheaded – DAY 4 Aiwendil – hunter – killed by Morm – NIGHT 5 Mormegil – ordinary – killed by Aiwendil – NIGHT 5 Living Boromir88 – crab farmer Fordim Hedgethistle – lithesome and non-unionized pearl diver Formendacil – disgruntled office clerk Holbytlass – butcher Kath – bum Well, villagers, it's now DAY 5. Good luck.

12-12-2005, 06:50 PM	#4
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Well this 'as been a very...interestin' day so far. 'Ow wuld yall fel if I sed I wus the Cobbler? Yes, my 'ole Fordim as the surspected Cobbler wus jus' a fake. I am the Cobbler! An' the wulves will win aftuh today. __________________ Fenris Penguin

12-12-2005, 07:53 PM	#5
Holbytlass Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2003 Location: The Party Tree Posts: 1,042	Oh no, oh no!! The wolves took out the hunter and he took out an innocent. My deepest apologies for suspecting Aiwendil all this time, I don't rightly blame him, this has been most confusing. And now Boromir is selling out the village! I suppose it's a moot point to do the analysis on Kath ( at myself). __________________ Holby is an actual flesh-and-blood person, right? Not, say a sock-puppet of Nilp’s, by any chance? ~Nerwen, WWCIII

12-12-2005, 08:40 PM	#6
Fordim Hedgethistle Gibbering Gibbet Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Beyond cloud nine Posts: 1,844	Well, I don't rightly know if Boro is the cobbler or not but I'm glad that he's said I'm not. Because I'm not. I'm a wolf. Or, maybe I'm not. Only one way to find out. __________________ Scribbling scrabbling.

12-13-2005, 02:57 AM	#8
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Well it was fun while it lasted. I suppose there really is no conceivable way we remaining innocents can win now is there? __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”