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Valesse · 06-30-2006, 02:04 PM

An Afternoon in Hìsimë...:
It had been a long day's trek.
Currently the team found themselves in some sort of clearing, if one could call it that. It was getting late, and a mist had enveloped them a few hours ago, growing thicker and thicker as time went on. Now it was nearing sunset and visibility would only worsen until the heat of the next day would drive it off. In short, it was time to put up their tents and build a fire. Fortunately, the camp members were almost humorously well prepared with their tents, and pails, and plates, and spoons. Within an hour the fire was blazing, and each person had their own private tent furnished with everything from bed rolls and buckets to candlesticks and in the case of Eomer, the publican, a fully functional wet bar... but most imporantly they all had their instruments.

It was Gil-Galad and Valesse's idea. He, an artisan spoon player, and she, a Master accordionist, had sent word far and wide over the less wilder lands that a great Zydeco Camp (unconventional instruments welcome) was to be held. However, what skill they had with their music or over-packing, they lacked in actually camping, and there-in laid the first problem.

It was quickly growing dark, and the camp members formed a circle around the fire for their first lesson. But before it started the two camp leaders had discovered something dreadfully wrong. In charge of directions it was Valesse's responsiblity to lead the team to their proper destination but, in actuality, she had the map turned up-side-down most of the journey and now --as best as they could figure-- they were deep in Hìsilómë.

...

Hoping that the camp go-ers were none-the-wiser of their mistake, Valesse asked "What is music?" as she and Gil-Galad joined them at the fire.
Taken back by the simplicity of the question, Kuruharan quickly replied "Melodic sound."
"I've always considered it a kind of way to communicate without speaking" let out Roa_Aoife, thinking deeply.
"You're all off." Glirdan sighed, rolling his eyes. "Music is art."
Gil-Galad sat nodding, agreeing with everyone as they took their turn to reply before speaking up himself. "Music is all of these things...but most importantly, it gets me money."
"And how!" Macalaure cried merrily, raising his glass.

Valesse cleared her throat sternly and continued into lecturing the different theories of music and it's effects. After an hour of this it became obvious that the speech wasn't completely original, as she had to excused herself to replace the batteries in her walkmen. While she was gone, Gil-Galad raised his hands in the air and promised he wouldn't let this happen again, and instructed the camp members to go get their instruments before Valesse had time to return.

They did, and as a reward, were allowed to break the ice by playing their favorite songs until it was time to call it a night.

Day 1, Morning:
Not only was the mist still around in the morning, it seemed to be thicker... Now to the point where only the torches of each respective tent were blurry signals of something beyond the five feet of visable world. This did not dampen the camp's moral, however, and around the camp fire they waited for the leaders to instruct them on their first day's lesson.

"It's been an hour" moaned Valier, the town pickler, who's claim to fame was her successfully pickled zebra.
Mormegil nodded "And it's also been wet. I didn't expect this kind of weather at all."
"Maybe..." Formendacil hesitated "Maybe we should check to see if they're up?"

Using her unique skills, Mithalwen shooed her peers over toward the camp leaders' tents, but as they closed in, each became more and more aware of the eerie tingle of hair raising on the back of their necks. First, they peaked inside of Gil-Galad's tent, eager to wake him before the Valesse in fear of another kind of lecture. What they discovered terrified them.

The utter silence of their screams echoed around inside of the tent, which had been obviously quite well sacked. It was simply amazing to them that no one had heard the noise at all during the night. Inching closer, the campers found Gil-Galad at a folding table which he had brought in order to write his nature-inspired spoon melodies on. He was slumped over, and carefully, Nogrod the idle fanatasist surveyed the damage quietly. Gil-Galad, the talented artisan, had been choked by his own spoons.

Out of fear, the group rushed to Valesse's tent, throwing open the flap to see her leaning over her accordion strangely. With extreme caution, JennyHallu nudged her shoulder and shrieked to find that, not only was the B Flat key off of the accordion broken and removed, but it was replaced into the accordionist. Without further hesitation Jenny let out a loud cry "She's been stabbed with... with... A Sharp key!"

"Who could have done such a thing?!" Kitanna studdered, fighting back tears.
"Not 'who', but 'What', didgeridoo-er" replied Nogrod. "These crimes were not commited by people, but wolves! Just look at the fur and the scratches all over the victims!"
Curious, Eomer inquired "But how does a wolf choke..or stab someone?"
"Not just any wolf..." gasped Macalaure, pointing at a typical calling card and taunting letter "Werewolves!"

Quickly the mass of campers circled the scrawling, squinting and mumbling as they read out loud the message:

'Trust us three, we did you a favor by bumping off the Accordionist,
But we're serious about kill you all! Thats why we nabbed the Spoon-artist, too.

Sinc...- Your's Truely,
the three wolves.'

"Three!" choked Roa_Aoife. "Three werewolves!"
"And they're all probably standing right here with us, playing along..." grumbled Nogrod.

The Living:
Roa_Aoife- trick pilot, double-necked electric guitar.
Valier- town pickler, piccolo.
Macalaure- unskilled inventor of funny fake occupation ideas, on the verge of bankruptcy, tuba.
Mithalwen- cat-herd, viola.
JennyHallu- street corner doom-sayer, aeolian wind harp.
Nogrod- idle fantasist, tin whistle.
Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle.
Formendacil- pirate, pipe organ.
Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass.
Kitanna- hermit, didgeridoo.
Glirdan- town musician, sax.
Kuruharan- condottieri, flute.

The Dead:
Valesse- Master Accordionist (Mod) stabbed with A Sharp key.
Gil-Galad- Artisan spoon player (Mod) choked on his musical spoons.
______________

Day One has begun.
Wolves- plot,
Seer- day-dream
And Ordos start discussing.

Formendacil · 06-30-2006, 02:15 PM

Well. Here we are again... Day 1.

Do I really need to repeat how much I rather dislike them?

No?

Excellent.

Okay, since post-by-post analyses are all the rage these days, and also since no posts have occurred yet, let me give you a rundown of what WILL happen:

Lot's of in-character posting, followed by lots of misinterpretation thereof, followed by voting that is either random or based on misinterpretation. Day 1 will be completely useless as long as it lasts.

Of course, once Day 4 rolls around, it will be found supremely useful, but at the moment it will be no help in catching a werewolf. If we're lucky, we'll do that by accident.

People will disagree with me.

Morm, in particular, will disagree with me, unless and/or until one or the other of us is found to be Innocent.

Eomer of the Rohirrim will set off all sorts of instinct alarms before being lynched. He may or may not be guilty.

We will kill various Innocents.

We will kill or come close to killing the Seer. If we don't get him, the Werewolves will.

I will come back in the next hour or three... to respond to people who disagree with me.

Kuruharan · 06-30-2006, 02:50 PM

Quote:

Lot's of in-character posting

Far be it from me to disappoint...

Saluti, Amici! How are things? Hmm…not so good perhaps, eh? Put’s me in mind of the time that Francesco Sforza tried to murder me by seeding my bodyguards with assassins. Ugh! Everybody was stacked up like…but perhaps this isn’t the time for that story!

Rather than bemoaning our DAY ONE fate, I'm going to ask if anybody has any bright ideas for improving this silly comedy that traditionally ends up with an innocent bambino being strung up leaving a wide range of clues pointing in all the wrong directions…

Nogrod · 06-30-2006, 03:15 PM

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Originally Posted by Kuruharan

Rather than bemoaning our DAY ONE fate, I'm going to ask if anybody has any bright ideas for improving this silly comedy that traditionally ends up with an innocent bambino being strung up leaving a wide range of clues pointing in all the wrong directions…

Just a quick comment to this. Let's play hard on Day1 too. Just check here what may happen on Day1 - and how it can be played...

JennyHallu · 06-30-2006, 03:29 PM

*JennyHallu walks up with an odd-shaped wooden contraption. She sets it down, adjusts it carefully, and walks away as it begins to produce all manner of delicate breathy un-melody. As she sits by the campfire, she wipes a tear from her eye*

Ah, I am just such a maestra.

Anyway, to settle down to business, the WORLD is GOING to END.

Eventually.

Someday.

Soon.

But not today. At least not if I can help it. These malevolent monsters may indeed be the sound of Armageddon, but I have lived my life with one goal, and one goal only: to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming like the passengers in his car.

These wolves offend my sensibilities. The end of the world should be a calm, civilized affair. No blood.

I am all for killing them first, and certainly I believe it can be done today.

Kuruharan · 06-30-2006, 03:30 PM

It is usually considered bad form to make direct reference to other games, much less link to them.

Formendacil · 06-30-2006, 03:53 PM

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Originally Posted by Kuruharan

It is usually considered bad form to make direct reference to other games, much less link to them.

As far as THAT goes, I think most of us have given up not referencing other games... but I agree that linking is rather poor taste. It puts the onus of finding out what you mean on us, the readers, when it would be easier for you to summarize your point from the game, and have us take it on trust.

And there have been enough players in enough games that most of us would be able to soon find out if you were lying.

Oh, and I foresee that referencing other games shall be the first big issue toDay. It beats taking offence at nothing but in-character posts, I suppose.

mormegil · 06-30-2006, 04:16 PM

*ding*

*ding*

*ding*

My triangle sure sounds good doesn't it?

Well I must get this out of the way quickly...

YOU SHALL NOT PASS FOUL HOUND OF SAURON I AM WEILDER OF THE FLAME OF ARNOR....Well perhaps I'll just remove my cloak here...."

Glad to see Formendacil is still intransignet in his stance on Day 1's. Odds are a bit better with 3 of them and 9 of us now isn't it?

Glirdan · 06-30-2006, 04:16 PM

The impudence of these so called "music lovers" makes me sick. If any of you truly knew what music, I think I'd die of a faint.

Now, on to more pressing matters: Wolves. In a Music Camp. Whoever hear of that!? I mean, do Wolves even like music!? Anyway, the only way we can find out is by tuning(ha! I made a pun!) them out and ridding ourselves of them. Then we can REALLY get to playing music.

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Lot's of in-character posting, followed by lots of misinterpretation thereof, followed by voting that is either random or based on misinterpretation. Day 1 will be completely useless as long as it lasts.(Form)

And will forever remain that way unless you do something to tune up (ha, another pun!) your attitude. Look at this Day as a Day filled with....with...okay, I agree. Tis a useless Day, but a necessary Day. Your negative attitude is rather annoying. But I have to agree with everything you said. However, I think we should look at Eomer being amongst us as helpful. I would like to add something about our dear publician: any bandwaggons for this individual shall be looked as suspicious tomorrow, if he's dead and proven innocent that is.

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Rather than bemoaning our DAY ONE fate, I'm going to ask if anybody has any bright ideas for improving this silly comedy that traditionally ends up with an innocent bambino being strung up leaving a wide range of clues pointing in all the wrong directions…(Kuru)

Not anything from me at this point. But something may pop up later on in the Day.

May I ask why we must discuss previous villages? Tis a bad thing to do, especially since none of them are musically inclined and all have had a different outcome. Just because you can judge somebody from how they played in one game doesn't mean you should in another, especially if someone decided to change their playing style. So, I would much rather focus our discussions toDay on something more useful. What, I cannot say at this time. But when an idea comes to mind, I shall come forth and let my saxophone tell the story. Until then, adieu.

Macalaure · 06-30-2006, 04:45 PM

Werewolves, eh?

Ah! All the misfortunes of Arda seem to come upon me! Who is going to buy my funny occupations now in this state of fear and insecurity?

And I cannot even find relief in my music anymore with these hairy, bloodthirsty creatures appearing to cower behind my back any minute. Woe upon us all!

What to do now, what to do...
It is true that my father, who succumbed to the Helcaraxë (and the Angperor Penguin), lived in a village which was able to lynch a wolf on Day 1, but many happy and unhappy circumstances lead to this, so I am not very optimistic at all. 3 wolves, 9 innocents, 25% a chance, it doesn't get any better than that, I fear. But if somebody has an idea to improve it I would very much like to hear about it. Anyway, given the disastrous reputation of Days 1's, I doubt it.

And by the way:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Valesse

"And how!" Macalaure cried merrily, raising her glass.

I'm male.

And:

Quote:

- Limited retractable voting will be allowed.

How much is 'limited'? I'd prefer only 1.

06-30-2006, 02:04 PM	#1
Valesse Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: \|Away Posts: 614	An Afternoon in Hìsimë...: It had been a long day's trek. Currently the team found themselves in some sort of clearing, if one could call it that. It was getting late, and a mist had enveloped them a few hours ago, growing thicker and thicker as time went on. Now it was nearing sunset and visibility would only worsen until the heat of the next day would drive it off. In short, it was time to put up their tents and build a fire. Fortunately, the camp members were almost humorously well prepared with their tents, and pails, and plates, and spoons. Within an hour the fire was blazing, and each person had their own private tent furnished with everything from bed rolls and buckets to candlesticks and in the case of Eomer, the publican, a fully functional wet bar... but most imporantly they all had their instruments. It was Gil-Galad and Valesse's idea. He, an artisan spoon player, and she, a Master accordionist, had sent word far and wide over the less wilder lands that a great Zydeco Camp (unconventional instruments welcome) was to be held. However, what skill they had with their music or over-packing, they lacked in actually camping, and there-in laid the first problem. It was quickly growing dark, and the camp members formed a circle around the fire for their first lesson. But before it started the two camp leaders had discovered something dreadfully wrong. In charge of directions it was Valesse's responsiblity to lead the team to their proper destination but, in actuality, she had the map turned up-side-down most of the journey and now --as best as they could figure-- they were deep in Hìsilómë. ... Hoping that the camp go-ers were none-the-wiser of their mistake, Valesse asked "What is music?" as she and Gil-Galad joined them at the fire. Taken back by the simplicity of the question, Kuruharan quickly replied "Melodic sound." "I've always considered it a kind of way to communicate without speaking" let out Roa_Aoife, thinking deeply. "You're all off." Glirdan sighed, rolling his eyes. "Music is art." Gil-Galad sat nodding, agreeing with everyone as they took their turn to reply before speaking up himself. "Music is all of these things...but most importantly, it gets me money." "And how!" Macalaure cried merrily, raising his glass. Valesse cleared her throat sternly and continued into lecturing the different theories of music and it's effects. After an hour of this it became obvious that the speech wasn't completely original, as she had to excused herself to replace the batteries in her walkmen. While she was gone, Gil-Galad raised his hands in the air and promised he wouldn't let this happen again, and instructed the camp members to go get their instruments before Valesse had time to return. They did, and as a reward, were allowed to break the ice by playing their favorite songs until it was time to call it a night. Day 1, Morning: Not only was the mist still around in the morning, it seemed to be thicker... Now to the point where only the torches of each respective tent were blurry signals of something beyond the five feet of visable world. This did not dampen the camp's moral, however, and around the camp fire they waited for the leaders to instruct them on their first day's lesson. "It's been an hour" moaned Valier, the town pickler, who's claim to fame was her successfully pickled zebra. Mormegil nodded "And it's also been wet. I didn't expect this kind of weather at all." "Maybe..." Formendacil hesitated "Maybe we should check to see if they're up?" Using her unique skills, Mithalwen shooed her peers over toward the camp leaders' tents, but as they closed in, each became more and more aware of the eerie tingle of hair raising on the back of their necks. First, they peaked inside of Gil-Galad's tent, eager to wake him before the Valesse in fear of another kind of lecture. What they discovered terrified them. The utter silence of their screams echoed around inside of the tent, which had been obviously quite well sacked. It was simply amazing to them that no one had heard the noise at all during the night. Inching closer, the campers found Gil-Galad at a folding table which he had brought in order to write his nature-inspired spoon melodies on. He was slumped over, and carefully, Nogrod the idle fanatasist surveyed the damage quietly. Gil-Galad, the talented artisan, had been choked by his own spoons. Out of fear, the group rushed to Valesse's tent, throwing open the flap to see her leaning over her accordion strangely. With extreme caution, JennyHallu nudged her shoulder and shrieked to find that, not only was the B Flat key off of the accordion broken and removed, but it was replaced into the accordionist. Without further hesitation Jenny let out a loud cry "She's been stabbed with... with... A Sharp key!" "Who could have done such a thing?!" Kitanna studdered, fighting back tears. "Not 'who', but 'What', didgeridoo-er" replied Nogrod. "These crimes were not commited by people, but wolves! Just look at the fur and the scratches all over the victims!" Curious, Eomer inquired "But how does a wolf choke..or stab someone?" "Not just any wolf..." gasped Macalaure, pointing at a typical calling card and taunting letter "Werewolves!" Quickly the mass of campers circled the scrawling, squinting and mumbling as they read out loud the message: 'Trust us three, we did you a favor by bumping off the Accordionist, But we're serious about kill you all! Thats why we nabbed the Spoon-artist, too. Sinc...- Your's Truely, the three wolves.' "Three!" choked Roa_Aoife. "Three werewolves!" "And they're all probably standing right here with us, playing along..." grumbled Nogrod. The Living: Roa_Aoife- trick pilot, double-necked electric guitar. Valier- town pickler, piccolo. Macalaure- unskilled inventor of funny fake occupation ideas, on the verge of bankruptcy, tuba. Mithalwen- cat-herd, viola. JennyHallu- street corner doom-sayer, aeolian wind harp. Nogrod- idle fantasist, tin whistle. Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle. Formendacil- pirate, pipe organ. Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass. Kitanna- hermit, didgeridoo. Glirdan- town musician, sax. Kuruharan- condottieri, flute. The Dead: Valesse- Master Accordionist (Mod) stabbed with A Sharp key. Gil-Galad- Artisan spoon player (Mod) choked on his musical spoons. ______________ Day One has begun. Wolves- plot, Seer- day-dream And Ordos start discussing. __________________ "Loo, what sholde a man in thyse dayes now wryte, 'egges' or 'eyren'?" - Caxton, Eneydos Last edited by Valesse; 06-30-2006 at 11:27 PM.

06-30-2006, 02:15 PM	#2
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	Well. Here we are again... Day 1. Do I really need to repeat how much I rather dislike them? No? Excellent. Okay, since post-by-post analyses are all the rage these days, and also since no posts have occurred yet, let me give you a rundown of what WILL happen: Lot's of in-character posting, followed by lots of misinterpretation thereof, followed by voting that is either random or based on misinterpretation. Day 1 will be completely useless as long as it lasts. Of course, once Day 4 rolls around, it will be found supremely useful, but at the moment it will be no help in catching a werewolf. If we're lucky, we'll do that by accident. People will disagree with me. Morm, in particular, will disagree with me, unless and/or until one or the other of us is found to be Innocent. Eomer of the Rohirrim will set off all sorts of instinct alarms before being lynched. He may or may not be guilty. We will kill various Innocents. We will kill or come close to killing the Seer. If we don't get him, the Werewolves will. I will come back in the next hour or three... to respond to people who disagree with me. __________________ I prefer history, true or feigned.

06-30-2006, 03:29 PM	#5
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,628	JennyHallu walks up with an odd-shaped wooden contraption. She sets it down, adjusts it carefully, and walks away as it begins to produce all manner of delicate breathy un-melody. As she sits by the campfire, she wipes a tear from her eye Ah, I am just such a maestra. Anyway, to settle down to business, the WORLD is GOING to END. Eventually. Someday. Soon. But not today. At least not if I can help it. These malevolent monsters may indeed be the sound of Armageddon, but I have lived my life with one goal, and one goal only: to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming like the passengers in his car. These wolves offend my sensibilities. The end of the world should be a calm, civilized affair. No blood. I am all for killing them first, and certainly I believe it can be done today. __________________ <=== Lookee, lookee, lots of IM handles! Last edited by JennyHallu; 06-30-2006 at 03:34 PM.

06-30-2006, 03:30 PM	#6
Kuruharan Regal Dwarven Shade Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: A Remote Dwarven Hold Posts: 3,593	To Nogrod It is usually considered bad form to make direct reference to other games, much less link to them. __________________ ...finding a path that cannot be found, walking a road that cannot be seen, climbing a ladder that was never placed, or reading a paragraph that has no...

06-30-2006, 04:16 PM	#8
mormegil Maundering Mage Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Texas Posts: 4,651	ding ding ding My triangle sure sounds good doesn't it? Well I must get this out of the way quickly... YOU SHALL NOT PASS FOUL HOUND OF SAURON I AM WEILDER OF THE FLAME OF ARNOR....Well perhaps I'll just remove my cloak here...." Glad to see Formendacil is still intransignet in his stance on Day 1's. Odds are a bit better with 3 of them and 9 of us now isn't it? __________________ “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.”