WWXXXV: Werewolves among the Wolf-men - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nogrod · 06-27-2007, 01:57 PM

"Are you that sure Mac? I can vote Shasta if that is needed. And after all his contribution is not much more than that of Xyzzy or Isabell. I'm just afraid of our numbers going down drastically for Day3..."

Macalaure · 06-27-2007, 01:59 PM

"Sure I am not, of course, but suspicious enough for a vote. There's always a risk. I'm taking it.

++Shasta"

Macalaure · 06-27-2007, 02:00 PM

"Keep in mind that Bellkya or xyzzy still might appear tomorrow."

Brinniel · 06-27-2007, 02:02 PM

"Does this make a tie?

Then I think Shasta will be lynched..."

Brinniel · 06-27-2007, 02:04 PM

"No wait...

Shasta has more votes. Sorry, I'm just confusing myself."

Brinn rolls his eyes.

Nogrod · 06-27-2007, 02:04 PM

"Nope. Shasta will have three votes and tgwbs two."

EDIT: X'd with Brinn.

Shastanis Althreduin · 06-27-2007, 03:05 PM

Shasta was horrified that everyone could twist the words he made in one remark, and attempt to kill him.

"Well! That's gratitude for you. In sheer self-preservation, I'm going to be forced to vote ++tgwbs, even though I'm not at all sure of his guilt. It seems that I can't say much of anything without seeming suspicious, can I?"

With that, Shasta stormed off, probably to sulk.

Isabellkya · 06-27-2007, 03:32 PM

Izzy opened her eyelids and looked upon the ceiling of the cave. She traced the subtle lines in the rock with her eyes as she continued to listen to the others discussing the best plan of action.
Their words had infiltrated her slumber, yet that was not what had awoken her. It was the poking of a stick by the grandmotherly old-woman which had finally dragged her from her sleep.

She continued to stare at the rock as she let her thoughts marinate, she was not ready to cast her vote upon another.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 06-27-2007, 03:37 PM

After the echo of the outlaw's last words faded, Shasta raised his head.
"What do you say?" he spoke. "You are going to kill me, innocent, instead of getting rid of the beasts among you?"
"First things first," said Rikae. "I think we decided to make our sleep safer!"
"You- you cannot!" shouted Shasta, standing up and drawing a sword. "You will dare! No dirt-covered outlaw shall judge me!"
"I knew he will make trouble," said Gil-Galad. "But see? He is not one of us! Let's flank him!"
"Do not move," Macalaure spoke to Shasta. "Everyone, surround him! He shall not escape!"
The outlaws reached all for some weapons, but Shasta did not wait. With sword drawn, he gave out a war cry and sprinted forward. Some of the outlaws leapt aside to avoid him, but some turned on him to strike. Right in front of the door, Rikae's staff knocked Shasta to his head and then Gil-Galad and Macalaure fell on him with blades drawn. Shasta's sapphire cloak turned to red. "I curse you, Túrin!" was the last sound that came through his lips, though it was not clear to whom this cry was meant to go.

"Is he dead?" asked Nogrod.
"It seems so," said Brinn, coming closer to the body. "Was he a Werewolf?"

He reached down, and took the hood off Shasta's face. There were several screams among the observers. Shasta's features were not as human as it seemed on first sight. His fair face was the one of Elf-kind.
"An Elf!" cried Lhuna. "Is that not Beleg, one of the Two Captains?"
The crowd came forth to examine the body closer. Mithalwen pointed at a scar at the dead's right cheek. "What is this?" she said. "He has similar on the neck. Look!" Carefully, she took off the dead's cloak. Shasta's body was covered with old scars and wounds.
"What is this?" gasped Gil-Galad.
"He was not a werewolf," said Nogrod. "And that is what should concern us. Those of us who have not slept all the day - " he glanced at xyzzy and Isabellkya - "are surely in need of a rest. Let's leave all questions till tomorrow."

The outlaws slowly walked to their sleeping corners, silent. Túrin, quietly, moved near Beleg. "It was Saeros!" he whispered. "I do not understand it, but it was him!"
"But you killed him?" said Beleg.
"I saw him falling to the chasm," Túrin replied, looking around. "But it was him, I swear. What was he doing here?"
"We may never learn," whispered Beleg. "But sh! No one should notice us."

Another night fell on Amon Rûdh. There was one less of them – but two of Morgoth's servants were still lurking in the halls.

The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – dead:

Ibun son of Mîm, killed by a Werewolf on Night 1
Shasta alias Saeros, outnumbered and stabbed on Day 1

The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – living:
Mîm the Petty Dwarf
Rikae
Nogrod
Macalaure
Isabellkya
Brinniel
Lhunardawen
xyzzy
Gil-Galad
the guy who be short
Mithalwen

Night 2 has begun. Outlaws are asleep. Wolves may talk. Túrin and Beleg may talk. Everyone who has something to send to me, please do so.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 06-28-2007, 02:03 PM

It was deep night. Outside Amon Rûdh, above its crowned top, cold moon was shining in the clear sky. But inside the hill, in the vast labyrinth of caves, darkness laid heavily.
Two dark shadows were slowly passing through empty corridors. Two dark shadows in the darkest darkness of Amon Rûdh's deep halls. Their senses found the best way to their target tonight. Their senses lead them towards their prey the best and safest way.
Here it was. They entered the small room, on its further end they sensed the heat of their victim. Unbeknownst to anyone, they neared their prey.

Unbeknownst to anyone?

Suddenly, a bow sang and an arrow pierced the air. The first monster stopped in fear. Twice! That was for the second time in two nights! There was no time to think. Before another projectile could hit them, the two shadows turned and quickly disappeared in the maze of corridors.

Beleg stood silently in the dark for a minute, but then he put his arrow back in the quiver. Good work, he thought to himself. The beasts will surely not return this night. Shame he could not hit one of them. But their evil deed was foiled. "Valar grant me blessings," he muttered to himself. Slowly, he walked out of the room to hide his bow for the Day in a safe place.

Unbeknownst to him, a dark hooded figure with covered lantern in its hands joined him in the corridors. He was being followed.

Túrin woke up. It must have been still night out there, though in the darkness of the tunnels inside Amon Rûdh day or night were not any different. At the moment he awoke, he more felt than saw someone standing above him. He reached for the blade.
"It's me, Beleg," whispered the person.
Túrin put down the sword and sat up. "Something happened?"
"Yes," said Beleg. "I stopped them."
"Good!" said Túrin. "That was a favor, at last. How much time remains till dawn?" he asked.
"Not much," said Beleg. "Have you slept enough?"
"I will take a nap during the day," said Túrin. "In this company, I think nobody notices."
"Sleep for now," said Beleg. "I will as well. We have nothing more to fear this night."

Somewhere in the darkness of far corridors, the dark shadow took Beleg's bow, and disappeared.

The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – dead:

Ibun son of Mîm, killed by a Werewolf on Night 1
Shasta alias Saeros, outnumbered and stabbed on Day 1

The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – living:
Mîm the Petty Dwarf
Rikae
Shastanis Althreduin
Nogrod
Macalaure
Isabellkya
Brinniel
Lhunardawen
xyzzy
Gil-Galad
the guy who be short
Mithalwen

Day 2 has begun. Heroes and villains, stop your talking. Outlaws, awake.

Nogrod · 06-27-2007, 02:00 PM

It seems Shasta has gained the two votes first anyway.

Let's see what you say if I join Brinn in this...

-- Xyzzy

++ tgwbs

edit: X'd with Mac again...

06-27-2007, 02:04 PM	#5
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	"No wait... Shasta has more votes. Sorry, I'm just confusing myself." Brinn rolls his eyes. __________________ Nolite te bastardes carborundorum

06-27-2007, 03:32 PM	#8
Isabellkya Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Amongst trees. Posts: 919	Izzy opened her eyelids and looked upon the ceiling of the cave. She traced the subtle lines in the rock with her eyes as she continued to listen to the others discussing the best plan of action. Their words had infiltrated her slumber, yet that was not what had awoken her. It was the poking of a stick by the grandmotherly old-woman which had finally dragged her from her sleep. She continued to stare at the rock as she let her thoughts marinate, she was not ready to cast her vote upon another. __________________ But I was clinging to her like a homicidal monkey.

06-27-2007, 03:37 PM	#9
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	Second evening After the echo of the outlaw's last words faded, Shasta raised his head. "What do you say?" he spoke. "You are going to kill me, innocent, instead of getting rid of the beasts among you?" "First things first," said Rikae. "I think we decided to make our sleep safer!" "You- you cannot!" shouted Shasta, standing up and drawing a sword. "You will dare! No dirt-covered outlaw shall judge me!" "I knew he will make trouble," said Gil-Galad. "But see? He is not one of us! Let's flank him!" "Do not move," Macalaure spoke to Shasta. "Everyone, surround him! He shall not escape!" The outlaws reached all for some weapons, but Shasta did not wait. With sword drawn, he gave out a war cry and sprinted forward. Some of the outlaws leapt aside to avoid him, but some turned on him to strike. Right in front of the door, Rikae's staff knocked Shasta to his head and then Gil-Galad and Macalaure fell on him with blades drawn. Shasta's sapphire cloak turned to red. "I curse you, Túrin!" was the last sound that came through his lips, though it was not clear to whom this cry was meant to go. "Is he dead?" asked Nogrod. "It seems so," said Brinn, coming closer to the body. "Was he a Werewolf?" He reached down, and took the hood off Shasta's face. There were several screams among the observers. Shasta's features were not as human as it seemed on first sight. His fair face was the one of Elf-kind. "An Elf!" cried Lhuna. "Is that not Beleg, one of the Two Captains?" The crowd came forth to examine the body closer. Mithalwen pointed at a scar at the dead's right cheek. "What is this?" she said. "He has similar on the neck. Look!" Carefully, she took off the dead's cloak. Shasta's body was covered with old scars and wounds. "What is this?" gasped Gil-Galad. "He was not a werewolf," said Nogrod. "And that is what should concern us. Those of us who have not slept all the day - " he glanced at xyzzy and Isabellkya - "are surely in need of a rest. Let's leave all questions till tomorrow." The outlaws slowly walked to their sleeping corners, silent. Túrin, quietly, moved near Beleg. "It was Saeros!" he whispered. "I do not understand it, but it was him!" "But you killed him?" said Beleg. "I saw him falling to the chasm," Túrin replied, looking around. "But it was him, I swear. What was he doing here?" "We may never learn," whispered Beleg. "But sh! No one should notice us." Another night fell on Amon Rûdh. There was one less of them – but two of Morgoth's servants were still lurking in the halls. The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – dead: Ibun son of Mîm, killed by a Werewolf on Night 1 Shasta alias Saeros, outnumbered and stabbed on Day 1 The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – living: Mîm the Petty Dwarf Rikae Nogrod Macalaure Isabellkya Brinniel Lhunardawen xyzzy Gil-Galad the guy who be short Mithalwen Night 2 has begun. Outlaws are asleep. Wolves may talk. Túrin and Beleg may talk. Everyone who has something to send to me, please do so.

06-28-2007, 02:03 PM	#10
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	The second night It was deep night. Outside Amon Rûdh, above its crowned top, cold moon was shining in the clear sky. But inside the hill, in the vast labyrinth of caves, darkness laid heavily. Two dark shadows were slowly passing through empty corridors. Two dark shadows in the darkest darkness of Amon Rûdh's deep halls. Their senses found the best way to their target tonight. Their senses lead them towards their prey the best and safest way. Here it was. They entered the small room, on its further end they sensed the heat of their victim. Unbeknownst to anyone, they neared their prey. Unbeknownst to anyone? Suddenly, a bow sang and an arrow pierced the air. The first monster stopped in fear. Twice! That was for the second time in two nights! There was no time to think. Before another projectile could hit them, the two shadows turned and quickly disappeared in the maze of corridors. Beleg stood silently in the dark for a minute, but then he put his arrow back in the quiver. Good work, he thought to himself. The beasts will surely not return this night. Shame he could not hit one of them. But their evil deed was foiled. "Valar grant me blessings," he muttered to himself. Slowly, he walked out of the room to hide his bow for the Day in a safe place. Unbeknownst to him, a dark hooded figure with covered lantern in its hands joined him in the corridors. He was being followed. Túrin woke up. It must have been still night out there, though in the darkness of the tunnels inside Amon Rûdh day or night were not any different. At the moment he awoke, he more felt than saw someone standing above him. He reached for the blade. "It's me, Beleg," whispered the person. Túrin put down the sword and sat up. "Something happened?" "Yes," said Beleg. "I stopped them." "Good!" said Túrin. "That was a favor, at last. How much time remains till dawn?" he asked. "Not much," said Beleg. "Have you slept enough?" "I will take a nap during the day," said Túrin. "In this company, I think nobody notices." "Sleep for now," said Beleg. "I will as well. We have nothing more to fear this night." Somewhere in the darkness of far corridors, the dark shadow took Beleg's bow, and disappeared. The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – dead: Ibun son of Mîm, killed by a Werewolf on Night 1 Shasta alias Saeros, outnumbered and stabbed on Day 1 The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – living: Mîm the Petty Dwarf Rikae Shastanis Althreduin Nogrod Macalaure Isabellkya Brinniel Lhunardawen xyzzy Gil-Galad the guy who be short Mithalwen Day 2 has begun. Heroes and villains, stop your talking. Outlaws, awake. Last edited by Legate of Amon Lanc; 06-28-2007 at 02:11 PM.

06-27-2007, 01:57 PM	#1
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	"Are you that sure Mac? I can vote Shasta if that is needed. And after all his contribution is not much more than that of Xyzzy or Isabell. I'm just afraid of our numbers going down drastically for Day3..."

06-27-2007, 01:59 PM	#2
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	"Sure I am not, of course, but suspicious enough for a vote. There's always a risk. I'm taking it. ++Shasta"

06-27-2007, 02:00 PM	#3
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	"Keep in mind that Bellkya or xyzzy still might appear tomorrow."

06-27-2007, 02:02 PM	#4
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	"Does this make a tie? Then I think Shasta will be lynched..."

06-27-2007, 03:05 PM	#7
Shastanis Althreduin Werewolf Psychic Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water. Posts: 2,832	Shasta was horrified that everyone could twist the words he made in one remark, and attempt to kill him. "Well! That's gratitude for you. In sheer self-preservation, I'm going to be forced to vote ++tgwbs, even though I'm not at all sure of his guilt. It seems that I can't say much of anything without seeming suspicious, can I?" With that, Shasta stormed off, probably to sulk.