Tol-in-Gaurhoth XXVII - Ballroom Blitz

[Macalaure]

I'm not very fond of a double-lynch including morm. I really don't agree with everything he has said toDance, but I still feel him quite innocent.

I think his last point was very interesting.

What I find most telling is that there are two groups in general terms. Those who think the four above are suspicious and those who do not. It is almost divided perfectly that those three or four do not suspect each other at all and I find that fact alone very telling. How is it that everybody else finds at least one of the three suspicous and the four don't find each other suspicious at all.

That division is very interesting indeed. However, since I'm regarded as being a part of one of the groups, I'd like to add that I am suspicious of Naria and Farael, just not suspicious of one of them being a wolf. If Naria is the one who has to go and she'll turn out a cobbler, I wouldn't be surprised, and it will most probably not change my feeling about Valier being innocent and Eomer being a wolf. I might refrain from thinking Nogrod a cobbler, that is all.

A double-lynching of Naria and Eomer might be interesting, whatever the outcome. Anybody interested?

[Valier]

Do we dare a triple lynch with Eomer, Morm and Naria.? This would clear up alot.

[mormegil]

Originally Posted by Valier

Do we dare a triple lynch with Eomer, Morm and Naria.? This would clear up alot.

If we're going that route let's make it a quadruple lynch and include you. I would be satisified, though we have little time to do it.

[Valier]

Ok agreed then Morm. If others are ok with it I will die alongside Morm, Eomer and Naria. If we all be innocents.....Well wouldn't that be peachy?

[Valier]

If I vote for Eomer it is a three way tie. What if noone else shows up and votes? Noone here can change it to me and still make it a four way lynch.

[Valier]

We need Cailin to retract or Holby or Folwren to show up and one of them votes me

[Naria]

Mmmmmpeaches

[mormegil]

Naria is cracking.

Eomer is still around to vote for Valier.

[Valier]

Oh yeah!!! Eomer hasn't voted!! Ok I will vote for Eomer and Eomer votes for me? Would that make it a four way tie?

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Plus there's the added fun of Valier and me tempted to ruin it all to save ourselves.

There are 11 of us. If 4 go and one tonight there will be 6 left tomorrow. With only one wolf remaining, why the hell not? If nothing else it will be a WW first (I think).

Although it gives more of us less game time.

[Valier]

So are any of us bluffing? I am willing to go with all four. So if someone else does show up they shouldn't vote?

[Naria]

hahahaahhaha blurp...anyone have an extra straight jacket layin around per chance?

[Macalaure]

Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.

[Durelin]

Mwahahaa! You guys all need to be commited to a looney bin!

*rubs hands together with glee*

Dance (Day) 3 is over.

Rest (Night) 4 has begun.

No more talking villagers. Wolf, I look forward to hearing from you.

Yes, the Wolf is still alive. And so are both the Cobblers.

It was a grand effort, though.

[Durelin]

The dancers were getting restless, particularly now that they saw the evil they faced was far from invincible and unstoppable. They wanted more blood to pay for what blood had already been spilt, they wanted vengeance, they wanted an end to the torment and the slaughter… It was judgment day.

So naturally, they had a dance-off.

While the band was nearing an end to their current movement, the guests were narrowing down their suspects…a bit. There were eleven of them left, each with their own ideas. Three nasty souls ate away at the party from the inside while the others were busily trying to catch them.

There were eleven of them left…and from them were picked the fateful four. The others called them the “four contestants,” and that seemed to sound good enough for those four to cooperate, even indulge in this opportunity to show off their mad skillz.

First up was mormegil, and he awed everyone with his rude break-dancing moves. Then it was Valier, who, for some reason, could do the chicken dance at the speed of light. Third was Eomer, who danced the Highland Fling atop a dangerously spiked war shield. Obviously he felt it likely the Werewolf had to be among the four. And last was Naria with her “Walk Like a Venetian,” which seemed to involve more kicking than any walk anyone had ever seen.

It was an exciting lineup, and the contestants certainly were excited: so much so that they did not notice the click of barrels loading.

But before the firing squad fired a single shot, one of Naria’s kicks ended in her shoe flying into the air, the sharp stiletto plunging itself into Eomer’s face. With a yell, his own footing was disrupted, and after slicing his ankle on it, the shield slid toward Valier, who was still shaking her tail feathers. She tripped on the heavy wooden slap and fell head first onto one of the metal spikes. Her beautiful plumage was destroyed in the process, and her beak snapped off her mask in the process, which shot straight into the neck of mormegil, whose spinning body came to a grinding halt.

Everyone watched as three more flames appeared in the chandelier above them. All eyes were now on Naria.

A freak stiletto accident…or a wolfish scheme?

“Oh,” Naria suddenly exclaimed, “there’s my shoe!” She wrenched it out of Eomer’s head and slid it back on her foot.

“She’s loony,” Lalwendë said, in shock.

Cailín stared wide-eyed at Eomer’s lifeless form.

Macalaure silently locked and loaded, his eyes on Naria.

She turned to him, giggled, and took off toward a conveniently placed window.

“You can’t catch me!” she cried.

A shot ran out, but Naria’s momentum drove her forward into a half-filled with winter-themed paperware trash bin. She would have been appalled if she was able to be anything at all anymore.

Another flame joined the eight already flickering on the chandelier.

And thus it would be recorded in memory and in legend, and no one would feel prepared to make judgment upon them; were they the four heroes…or the four stooges?


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The Dead Dead

Durelin (Mod and Hostess) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First
CaptainofDespair (Co-mod and Host) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First
Kath (Ordinary Villager) – Pinned and Labeled by the Mob on Dance (Day) the First
Kitanna (Ordinary Villager) – Minced, Placed in the Band, and Hardcore Harpsichorded on Rest (Night) the Second
Celuien (Werewolf) – Lassoed and Spurred by the Dancers on Dance (Day) the Second
Rikae (Ordinary Villager) – Trimmed and Bedecked on Rest (Night) the Third
Eomer of the Rohirrim (Ordinary Villager) – Stilettoed on Dance (Day) the Third
Valier (Ordinary Villager) – Highland Flinged on Dance (Day) the Third
mormegil (Ordinary Villager) – Beak Danced (hardy harr) on Dance (Day) the Third
Naria (Ordinary Villager) – Thrown in the Loony Bin on Dance (Day) the Third


The Living Dead

Farael as a Fair-looking Orc
Nogrod as a Nice Choirboy
Lalwendë as a (Mischievous Little) Christmas Elf
Naria as a Spoiled Heiress wearing a Venetian half mask
Macalaure as a Mime
Cailín as a Robin
Holbytlass as a Court Jester
Folwren as an Elegant, Cold, Stoic, Mysterious Countess



“You have been dying since the day
You were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you have got the fight of your life”
~Metallica, The Four Horsemen

[Durelin]

So many had died by the hands of the villagers the dance before, and only seven of them remained now. Knowing well that they were running out of time and that soon there would be just as many wishing to do harm as not, the dancers were wary, eyeing not only their companions but themselves. Who could know if they would be next to feel the scraping of claws on flesh, or the crunching of teeth against breaking bone?

Holbytlass sat with her hands on her ears, Nogrod trying to preach to her the value of clean jokes and riddles.

Lalwendë joyfully poked fun at Macalaure, mocking his Mime-ness by stealing his invisible rope.

Farael, ever the fair orc, was showing Cailín how best to condition her feathers, so that they would shine to their best.

As the six tried to keep thoughts of what they knew happened during their rests out of their minds, they were brought out of the conversations by the realization that Folwren was missing. She had spent much of her time alone to begin with, her cold, stoic nature throwing off potential dance partners. Looking up, each saw yet another candle on the chandelier had lit up. They knew she had died. But how did she die? Where was the body? The wolves had always done something with the bodies to disgust and disturb the other guests.

The dancers each looked around, until at last they came to a large fountain in the corner of the ballroom. It was beautifully carved of marble and granite, the waters flowed from the gaping mouth of a great dragon that sat perched upon a false mountain. All six stood around it, for this was the last place they could look. Then, first as a trickle that was barely noticeable, and then as a flood, the blood of the stoic countess flowed out from the dragon’s belly. The dancers then knew where the countess had been stashed.

With a bit of poking around, the dancers then located a note hidden on the back of the dragon’s head. Although it was mostly stained in blood and shredded by claw marks, the last few lines were legible. They read: “And to that last moment of her life your Countess remained cold, caring for nothing, not even her own life. In our hasty discussion, she revealed that she found her imminent death to be an unavoidable necessity. She did not try to turn my decision. She was unmovable, as she is now.”
~The Barrow-Wolf

(by CaptainofDespair)

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The Dead Dead

Durelin (Mod and Hostess) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First
CaptainofDespair (Co-mod and Host) – Ghostbusted on Rest (Night) the First
Kath (Ordinary Villager) – Pinned and Labeled by the Mob on Dance (Day) the First
Kitanna (Ordinary Villager) – Minced, Placed in the Band, and Hardcore Harpsichorded on Rest (Night) the Second
Celuien (Werewolf) – Lassoed and Spurred by the Dancers on Dance (Day) the Second
Rikae (Ordinary Villager) – Trimmed and Bedecked on Rest (Night) the Third
Eomer of the Rohirrim (Ordinary Villager) – Stilettoed on Dance (Day) the Third
Valier (Ordinary Villager) – Highland Flinged on Dance (Day) the Third
mormegil (Ordinary Villager) – Beak Danced (hardy harr) on Dance (Day) the Third
Naria (Ordinary Villager) – Thrown in the Loony Bin on Dance (Day) the Third
Folwren (Ordinary Villager) – Stoned on Rest (Night) the Fourth


The Living Dead

Farael as a Fair-looking Orc
Nogrod as a Nice Choirboy
Lalwendë as a (Mischievous Little) Christmas Elf
Naria as a Spoiled Heiress wearing a Venetian half mask
Macalaure as a Mime
Cailín as a Robin
Holbytlass as a Court Jester



Rest (Night) 4 has ended.

Dance (Day) 4 has now begun.



“Hello
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?”
~Pink Floyd, Comfortably Numb

[mormegil]

We need one more vote for Valier and one for Eomer so the four of us have 2 each.

[Macalaure]

Originally Posted by Valier

Do we dare a triple lynch with Eomer, Morm and Naria.? This would clear up alot.

It will clear up a lot, but it will also practically seal our defeat if we are all wrong.