WW XXIX Dor-en-Gaur - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Thinlómien · 02-01-2007, 03:34 PM

Hmm... I'm messing this up. Actually, even if I'd been earlier, that wouldn't have helped.

Good point Lal, Mith might be the cobbler since she's posting her confused role-speculation all the time... maybe to get us confused? As interesting that theory is, I still think it's more probable that she's innocent innocent.

edit: xposting with the last 2 posts

Lalwendë · 02-01-2007, 03:38 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Thinlómien

Hmm... I'm messing this up. Actually, even if I'd been earlier, that wouldn't have helped.

Good point Lal, Mith might be the cobbler since she's posting her confused role-speculation all the time... maybe to get us confused? As interesting that theory is, I still think it's more probable that she's innocent innocent.

edit: xposting with the last 2 posts

Plus there was all the obvious umming and ahhing over the roles when Nogrod's narration was pretty clear. The only thing I've got confused on as new to this is what Rangers do in the day.

I'm disappointed actually.

Thinlómien · 02-01-2007, 03:40 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lalwendë

The only thing I've got confused on as new to this is what Rangers do in the day.

That depends on the ranger, there is (or I have not noticed at least

) a general pattern...

Boromir88 · 02-01-2007, 03:40 PM

++Morm

Nogrod · 02-01-2007, 03:42 PM

Time's up. No voting anymore.

Computing...

Nogrod · 02-01-2007, 03:50 PM

Morm the Tall Doctor is dead - even as I didn't quite believe it at the first sight. I had to run all the stuff again to be sure as the PC has been in the hands of Lommy all evening...

Morm was an innocent villager.

Wolves do your worst with planning, Rangers send me your picks... and others...

Narration to follow shortly as I manage it.

Nogrod · 02-01-2007, 04:40 PM

The villagers gathered at the Inn in the morning but were puzzled by the fact in front of their eyes. The Inn was not open.

The reason for it was soon found out and as the news from the Town Fletcher's and Eiliniel's Witty Brother's destiny reached the villagers, they were getting really upset.

Happily the Frivolous Serving-Wench opened the Inn and all had a possibility to go through all this shock from behind a pint.

It was basically everyone for his or her own against everyone else. The initial votes were spread even wider than the first Day: more than 2/3 of the people got a vote in the earlier hours. But this Day, it seemed, people were not going to change their views so easily as yesterDay.

When the night was drawing close it seemed that the Superstitious mathematician was gathering the votes but then out of nothing a bandwaggon against the Tall Doctor emerged.

"He's not at the top of my list, but he's certainly above Durelin and Lommy" said the Homeless Waif.

"Would there be enough votes for morm?" asked the Ugly Little Shepherdess. The Mathematician was just happy to join the voting.

Eiliniel retracted her vote for the Homeless one and joined in. Simultaneously The Ugly Little Shepherdess raised her hand in agreement. "My vote for the Mathematician was just to save my neck but I would even more like to see this man lynched", she added.

It was at the last moments of the Day when the Serious Jester came forwards calling "Let's get on with it!"

The Tall Doctor was amazed. He had been only slightly suspected during the Day but now, on the final hours of the Day the Village seemed to have risen against him.

"Don't be fools, even if I have changed my way of being...", he tried but to no avail. The villagers were on him.

"It's time to go with my gut feelings" Eiliniel said and draw her small dagger in front of the confused Doctor. "Yeah, I would not regret you go as I would these others in danger. So die you must" called the Ugly Shepherdess and draw her own knife too.

"Just because I act differently than my forefathers?" the Tall Doctor questioned the villgers, but to no good.

"Quit the crap Doc. Taste this!" With a single blow the Serious Jester had separated the Tall Doctor's head from the rest of his body.

There was an awkward silence as all the villagers were looking at the twitching body of their former Tall Doctor. Mormegil was dead and his body stayed the way it had been, a human body.

The Villagers had been wrong again.

Dead:
Volo – The Cryptic Lens Grinder – (ordo) hanged on Day1
Macalaure - Eiliniel's Witty Younger Brother Who's Always Right – (ordo) killed to his bed on Night2
Roa_Aoife - The Town Fletcher – (ordo) killed from behind while dozing off in the middle of her room on Night2
Celuien - The Innkeeper – (Ranger) throat slit on Night2
Mormegil – The Tall Doctor - (ordo) beheaded on Day2

Alive:
Durelin - The Augur of the Village
Rikae - A Superstitious Mathematician
Thinlómien - An Ugly Little Shepherdess
Kath - A Weawer
Rune son of Bjarne - A Moonshiner
Boromir88 - The Serious Jester
Mithalwen - A Frivolous Serving-Wench
Lalwendë - Eiliniel, A Retired Village Idiot
Farael – A Moose Tamer
Anguirel - Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother, Anguirel the Merry
Firefoot - A Homeless Waif
Eomer - A Beekeeper
Gil-Galad - A Confused Philosopher

Night3 is on...

Nogrod · 02-02-2007, 03:41 PM

The Villager with the list sat beside his table again. He had just crossed out one name from his list and now just fiddled with his pen looking unfocusedly for his own mirror image from the window-glass. It was already dark outside.

The Villager with the golden dagger was sitting by the fireside this Night too. He had been wrong, so very wrong! Now should he try again this Night or leave it be? He knew the risks. Shaking his head for a hundreth time he continued staring the fire.

..................
The two remaining Rangers had crept into the Night already and had both taken their positions, watching, and even more so, listening to the Night ready for any sound or movement. And the hooded one was out as well, his eyes and ears hungry for any knowledge about what was going on. He had been able to learn some good stuff last Night. And now it felt his prayers had been answered again as he suddenly recognised the figure of a Ranger in front of a house. He fell back to the shadows and studied the Villager standing tall beside the other villager’s door from afar. He couldn’t make out who it was as the ranger was cloaked, but he was pretty sure it was the same one he had seen in front of another house last Night. But this was good anyway, he thought. Enough to help his masters.

...................
The three met at the square once again as the world had fallen into the quiet and stillness of the wolf’s hour. Now even the two smaller ones looked more confident.

“Ok, mates. How about we meddle a little with the villagers’s heads like we planned? You’re ready to stick with the plan?” The two nodded eagerly to their leaders suggestion, sharing a twisted grin. “We’ll be off!” called the one aloud. “Hssst...” whispered the other. They both winked an eye to the alpha-wolf and were on their way as quietly as they could. And it was a good performance. The leader-wolf nodded in appreciation and then turned on it’s heels to make for it’s own task.

..................
The Villager with the golden dagger suddenly rose up from his chair beside the fireplace. He had decided. He ran in to the Night with a clear aim. He would succeed this time. He had thought of it now, enough.

.................
The Beekeeper heard the familiar noise through his dream. It was only the first sting that got him awake. Suddenly he realised that there were thousands of Bees around him, in full frenzy, stinging him from all over. He tried to shove them off. He tried to cry for help but there was none at the place. Only the giant werewolf grinning at the doorway heard his cries. And the cries died down pretty soon. Eomer's body still vibrated a little when the werewolf left the house.

On it’s way back home it picked a note from the well and grinned maliciously after reading it.

.................

The Villager never quite realised how they had got in without him noticing. Maybe he had been thinking too heavily again? But now he was tied to his bed and a sack was pulled over his head.

He heard two wolves adjusting something, climbing on his bed and chuckling amicably to each other. Then the sack was pulled off from his head.

“Here’s a little puzzle for you, Philosopher. Now don’t get confused this time.” The wolf told him, bringing it’s foul-smelling mouth just too near to his face.

“Is the world determined or is there a thing called chance?”, grinned the other one as the first one pulled back and the sight was revealed to him.

There was a pendulum adjusted to the roof and the thing that hanged from the rope was a giant axe. And then there were those pulleys and stuff. He cursed himself from never been too interested in the empirical sciences to approve what the wolves had created.

“Fitting symbol, now isn’t it?” said the first one as the second pushed the pendulum into motion. "Time and all...", it grinned. The pendulum swang from one side to the other and was coming downwards with every swing as it also gathered speed...

Gil-Galad gazed at the pendulum in horror as the wolves left sneering to him. “Let’s see how you can think yourself away from this one?”, they laughed as they went.

After a couple of minutes of horrorful anticipation the swinging axe at last came low enough to go through his skull.

.................
The hooded Villager was in a good mood. There had been no distractions in the Night and he had managed to slip the note revealing one Ranger’s Nightly protectionates in to the well at the square. He was going home, getting an earned hour of rest before the hassle of the Day would begin.

But then he heard the steps. They were approaching him from behind. And they were coming in fast. He turned around and saw someone running towards him at full speed.

“Wait a moment Moonshiner! It’s cloudy now and your time has come!”

The Moonshiner turned and ran. But the pursuer was faster. In a question of seconds he was overtaken and the golden dagger flashed in the night. The dagger fell into his back making him howl from pain. He dropped to his knees while the next hit only cut his ear off.

There was blood running everywhere. “Why? What’s this?” he managed to cry before the third blow hit his shoulder, breaking the collarbone. “Pleease!” he wailed to his attacker as the fourth hit went through his side into the bowels. His mind was getting farther and farther away from the here and now as the fifth slash of the dagger opened his stomach.

“I have only wished them to win... The Gaur was magnificient! The power, the command... I’m so sorry I didn’t manage to help them more...” The sixth one slit his throat open and he was a living being no more.

To ease his frustration the Villager with the golden dagger still slashed and hacked the now dead body of Rune, the Informer. Soon he was hacked in pieces but the enraged villager was also losing his strength.

“Darn cobbler! That served you right!” he yelled to the mashed body of the Moonshiner and ran home.

Dead:
Volo – The Cryptic Lens Grinder – (ordo) hanged on Day1
Macalaure - Eiliniel's Witty Younger Brother Who's Always Right – (ordo) killed to his bed on Night2
Roa_Aoife - The Town Fletcher – (ordo) killed from behind while dozing off in the middle of her room on Night2
Celuien - The Innkeeper – (Ranger) throat slit on Night2
Morm - The tall Doctor - (ordo) beheaded on Day2
Eomer - A Beekeeper – (ordo) stinged to death by his own Bees on Night3
Gil-Galad - A Confused Philosopher – (ordo) sliced by the pendulum on Night3
Rune son of Bjarne - A Moonshiner – (Informer/cobbler) hacked to death with the golden dagger on Night3

Alive:
Durelin - The Augur of the Village
Rikae - A Superstitious Mathematician
Thinlómien - An Ugly Little Shepherdess
Kath - A Weawer
Boromir88 - The Serious Jester
Mithalwen - A Frivolous Serving-Wench
Lalwendë - Eiliniel, A Retired Village Idiot
Farael – A Moose Tamer
Anguirel - Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother, Anguirel the Merry
Firefoot - A Homeless Waif

Day3 has started. Please start talking...

02-01-2007, 03:34 PM	#1
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Hmm... I'm messing this up. Actually, even if I'd been earlier, that wouldn't have helped. Good point Lal, Mith might be the cobbler since she's posting her confused role-speculation all the time... maybe to get us confused? As interesting that theory is, I still think it's more probable that she's innocent innocent. edit: xposting with the last 2 posts __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

02-01-2007, 03:40 PM	#4
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	++Morm __________________ Fenris Penguin

02-01-2007, 03:42 PM	#5
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Time's up. No voting anymore. Computing... __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

02-01-2007, 03:50 PM	#6
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Morm the Tall Doctor is dead - even as I didn't quite believe it at the first sight. I had to run all the stuff again to be sure as the PC has been in the hands of Lommy all evening... Morm was an innocent villager. Wolves do your worst with planning, Rangers send me your picks... and others... Narration to follow shortly as I manage it. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

02-01-2007, 04:40 PM	#7
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	The villagers gathered at the Inn in the morning but were puzzled by the fact in front of their eyes. The Inn was not open. The reason for it was soon found out and as the news from the Town Fletcher's and Eiliniel's Witty Brother's destiny reached the villagers, they were getting really upset. Happily the Frivolous Serving-Wench opened the Inn and all had a possibility to go through all this shock from behind a pint. It was basically everyone for his or her own against everyone else. The initial votes were spread even wider than the first Day: more than 2/3 of the people got a vote in the earlier hours. But this Day, it seemed, people were not going to change their views so easily as yesterDay. When the night was drawing close it seemed that the Superstitious mathematician was gathering the votes but then out of nothing a bandwaggon against the Tall Doctor emerged. "He's not at the top of my list, but he's certainly above Durelin and Lommy" said the Homeless Waif. "Would there be enough votes for morm?" asked the Ugly Little Shepherdess. The Mathematician was just happy to join the voting. Eiliniel retracted her vote for the Homeless one and joined in. Simultaneously The Ugly Little Shepherdess raised her hand in agreement. "My vote for the Mathematician was just to save my neck but I would even more like to see this man lynched", she added. It was at the last moments of the Day when the Serious Jester came forwards calling "Let's get on with it!" The Tall Doctor was amazed. He had been only slightly suspected during the Day but now, on the final hours of the Day the Village seemed to have risen against him. "Don't be fools, even if I have changed my way of being...", he tried but to no avail. The villagers were on him. "It's time to go with my gut feelings" Eiliniel said and draw her small dagger in front of the confused Doctor. "Yeah, I would not regret you go as I would these others in danger. So die you must" called the Ugly Shepherdess and draw her own knife too. "Just because I act differently than my forefathers?" the Tall Doctor questioned the villgers, but to no good. "Quit the crap Doc. Taste this!" With a single blow the Serious Jester had separated the Tall Doctor's head from the rest of his body. There was an awkward silence as all the villagers were looking at the twitching body of their former Tall Doctor. Mormegil was dead and his body stayed the way it had been, a human body. The Villagers had been wrong again. Dead: Volo – The Cryptic Lens Grinder – (ordo) hanged on Day1 Macalaure - Eiliniel's Witty Younger Brother Who's Always Right – (ordo) killed to his bed on Night2 Roa_Aoife - The Town Fletcher – (ordo) killed from behind while dozing off in the middle of her room on Night2 Celuien - The Innkeeper – (Ranger) throat slit on Night2 Mormegil – The Tall Doctor - (ordo) beheaded on Day2 Alive: Durelin - The Augur of the Village Rikae - A Superstitious Mathematician Thinlómien - An Ugly Little Shepherdess Kath - A Weawer Rune son of Bjarne - A Moonshiner Boromir88 - The Serious Jester Mithalwen - A Frivolous Serving-Wench Lalwendë - Eiliniel, A Retired Village Idiot Farael – A Moose Tamer Anguirel - Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother, Anguirel the Merry Firefoot - A Homeless Waif Eomer - A Beekeeper Gil-Galad - A Confused Philosopher Night3 is on... __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... Last edited by Nogrod; 02-01-2007 at 04:43 PM.

02-02-2007, 03:41 PM	#8
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	The Villager with the list sat beside his table again. He had just crossed out one name from his list and now just fiddled with his pen looking unfocusedly for his own mirror image from the window-glass. It was already dark outside. The Villager with the golden dagger was sitting by the fireside this Night too. He had been wrong, so very wrong! Now should he try again this Night or leave it be? He knew the risks. Shaking his head for a hundreth time he continued staring the fire. .................. The two remaining Rangers had crept into the Night already and had both taken their positions, watching, and even more so, listening to the Night ready for any sound or movement. And the hooded one was out as well, his eyes and ears hungry for any knowledge about what was going on. He had been able to learn some good stuff last Night. And now it felt his prayers had been answered again as he suddenly recognised the figure of a Ranger in front of a house. He fell back to the shadows and studied the Villager standing tall beside the other villager’s door from afar. He couldn’t make out who it was as the ranger was cloaked, but he was pretty sure it was the same one he had seen in front of another house last Night. But this was good anyway, he thought. Enough to help his masters. ................... The three met at the square once again as the world had fallen into the quiet and stillness of the wolf’s hour. Now even the two smaller ones looked more confident. “Ok, mates. How about we meddle a little with the villagers’s heads like we planned? You’re ready to stick with the plan?” The two nodded eagerly to their leaders suggestion, sharing a twisted grin. “We’ll be off!” called the one aloud. “Hssst...” whispered the other. They both winked an eye to the alpha-wolf and were on their way as quietly as they could. And it was a good performance. The leader-wolf nodded in appreciation and then turned on it’s heels to make for it’s own task. .................. The Villager with the golden dagger suddenly rose up from his chair beside the fireplace. He had decided. He ran in to the Night with a clear aim. He would succeed this time. He had thought of it now, enough. ................. The Beekeeper heard the familiar noise through his dream. It was only the first sting that got him awake. Suddenly he realised that there were thousands of Bees around him, in full frenzy, stinging him from all over. He tried to shove them off. He tried to cry for help but there was none at the place. Only the giant werewolf grinning at the doorway heard his cries. And the cries died down pretty soon. Eomer's body still vibrated a little when the werewolf left the house. On it’s way back home it picked a note from the well and grinned maliciously after reading it. ................. The Villager never quite realised how they had got in without him noticing. Maybe he had been thinking too heavily again? But now he was tied to his bed and a sack was pulled over his head. He heard two wolves adjusting something, climbing on his bed and chuckling amicably to each other. Then the sack was pulled off from his head. “Here’s a little puzzle for you, Philosopher. Now don’t get confused this time.” The wolf told him, bringing it’s foul-smelling mouth just too near to his face. “Is the world determined or is there a thing called chance?”, grinned the other one as the first one pulled back and the sight was revealed to him. There was a pendulum adjusted to the roof and the thing that hanged from the rope was a giant axe. And then there were those pulleys and stuff. He cursed himself from never been too interested in the empirical sciences to approve what the wolves had created. “Fitting symbol, now isn’t it?” said the first one as the second pushed the pendulum into motion. "Time and all...", it grinned. The pendulum swang from one side to the other and was coming downwards with every swing as it also gathered speed... Gil-Galad gazed at the pendulum in horror as the wolves left sneering to him. “Let’s see how you can think yourself away from this one?”, they laughed as they went. After a couple of minutes of horrorful anticipation the swinging axe at last came low enough to go through his skull. ................. The hooded Villager was in a good mood. There had been no distractions in the Night and he had managed to slip the note revealing one Ranger’s Nightly protectionates in to the well at the square. He was going home, getting an earned hour of rest before the hassle of the Day would begin. But then he heard the steps. They were approaching him from behind. And they were coming in fast. He turned around and saw someone running towards him at full speed. “Wait a moment Moonshiner! It’s cloudy now and your time has come!” The Moonshiner turned and ran. But the pursuer was faster. In a question of seconds he was overtaken and the golden dagger flashed in the night. The dagger fell into his back making him howl from pain. He dropped to his knees while the next hit only cut his ear off. There was blood running everywhere. “Why? What’s this?” he managed to cry before the third blow hit his shoulder, breaking the collarbone. “Pleease!” he wailed to his attacker as the fourth hit went through his side into the bowels. His mind was getting farther and farther away from the here and now as the fifth slash of the dagger opened his stomach. “I have only wished them to win... The Gaur was magnificient! The power, the command... I’m so sorry I didn’t manage to help them more...” The sixth one slit his throat open and he was a living being no more. To ease his frustration the Villager with the golden dagger still slashed and hacked the now dead body of Rune, the Informer. Soon he was hacked in pieces but the enraged villager was also losing his strength. “Darn cobbler! That served you right!” he yelled to the mashed body of the Moonshiner and ran home. Dead: Volo – The Cryptic Lens Grinder – (ordo) hanged on Day1 Macalaure - Eiliniel's Witty Younger Brother Who's Always Right – (ordo) killed to his bed on Night2 Roa_Aoife - The Town Fletcher – (ordo) killed from behind while dozing off in the middle of her room on Night2 Celuien - The Innkeeper – (Ranger) throat slit on Night2 Morm - The tall Doctor - (ordo) beheaded on Day2 Eomer - A Beekeeper – (ordo) stinged to death by his own Bees on Night3 Gil-Galad - A Confused Philosopher – (ordo) sliced by the pendulum on Night3 Rune son of Bjarne - A Moonshiner – (Informer/cobbler) hacked to death with the golden dagger on Night3 Alive: Durelin - The Augur of the Village Rikae - A Superstitious Mathematician Thinlómien - An Ugly Little Shepherdess Kath - A Weawer Boromir88 - The Serious Jester Mithalwen - A Frivolous Serving-Wench Lalwendë - Eiliniel, A Retired Village Idiot Farael – A Moose Tamer Anguirel - Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother, Anguirel the Merry Firefoot - A Homeless Waif Day3 has started. Please start talking... __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... Last edited by Nogrod; 02-02-2007 at 03:57 PM.