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

Macalaure · 06-29-2007, 01:54 PM

"++xyzzy" said Macalaure, "for reasons I and others have previously stated."

Mithalwen · 06-29-2007, 01:58 PM

"Well Brinniel I am in the strange position of finding two peopel suspicious but alas one of them is suspicious for suspecting so quickly someone I now find supicious. "

Mithalwen · 06-29-2007, 02:00 PM

Time is against me to resolve this logic problem .. but Xyzzy's no lynch plan is ludicrous - and I don't know about TGWBS but his maths is better.

++ Xyzzy

Nogrod · 06-29-2007, 01:59 PM

"I think I will join this wagon toDay...

++ Xyzzy

From Isabell we can get some readouts anyway and Xyzzy's last comments make him look pretty bad. I'm much more hopeful with this now than I was twenty minutes ago."

Nogrod · 06-29-2007, 02:00 PM

"Maybe Xyzzy just couldn't make a rivalling case that would have sounded believable enough?"

Legate of Amon Lanc · 06-29-2007, 02:00 PM

The outlaws turned to Xyzzy, who has been sitting quietly in the corner, listening to their talk and looking from one on another like a little animal when a pack of wolves approaches.
The grim faces of the outlaws did not seem at all comfortable.
"You were just waiting for us to kill each other," the guy who be short spoke, "right? Hiding in the shadows, so that no one notices you!"
"But - "
"You are a werewolf! We know it!" yelled Rikae, picking up a stone and throwing it at Xyzzy. The man raised his hands to cover his face, but the stone hit him in cheek. "No!" he shouted with pain, but at that moment also the others were picking up stones from the ground. "Catch this!" shouted Macalaure. Stones were flying from all sides, and slowly, Xyzzy slumped down to the ground and fell asleep.

"He's dead," said Nogrod. "He cannot harm us anymore."
"But could he?" said Lhuna, coming closer to the dead body. No change was to be seen on the face of the dead. "He was innocent!" shouted Isabellkya. "Innocent, and you killed him! Fools! Now there are still two of them wolves around!"
Silence fell on all. "But -" said Brinn. "But – what are we going to do, then?"
Nogrod looked at the young outlaw sideways. "What should we do? Sleep, as always. You don't have to act like a little girl, even though you look like one!"
Surprisingly to everyone, Brinn blushed. "Hey, what is it?" said Nogrod. "What's that, m'boy?"
"I am a girl," said Brinn.
"Whoa!" shouted Macalaure. "A girl?"
Brinn turned on him, looking angered. "Yes! And so what? Heck, forget it! Does it matter? I can fight, I can swear, I can live in the wilderness."
"I always thought him – her – strange," said Rikae. "Oh, you look like a man indeed, my girl."
Mithalwen nodded. "Everyone of us is an outlaw. Our fates are manifold."
"Not everyone is just an outlaw," spoke Nogrod's voice, reminding them of their main concern. "And where is Gil-Galad and the Dwarf, anyway?"
All looked to the entrance as if they expected the two to enter at that very moment. But the entrance was empty, only a sudden cold wind of the incoming night's wind blew inside, stealing heat of their bodies.
"Let's go to sleep," said Lhuna, picking up a blanket that Xyzzy left in the corner. "I am terribly tired. Maybe they will come back later at night."

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
Xyzzy the Outlaw, stoned to death on Day 2

The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – living:
Mîm the Petty Dwarf, outside the hill for an unexpectably prolonged period
Rikae
Nogrod
Macalaure
Isabellkya
Brinniel
Lhunardawen
Gil-Galad, outside the hill for an unexpectably prolonged period
the guy who be short
Mithalwen

Night 3 begins. Outlaws, stay low. Two Captains, you may talk. Wolves, you may plot. Whoever has anything to send to me, please do so as soon as possible.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 06-30-2007, 02:04 PM

Sun rose above Doriath in the east and its light goldened the crown of Amon Rûdh. It was a sunny, windy morning and just light clouds were moving swiftly in the skies.
Eight outlaws were sleeping in the halls of stone. Closest to the entrance was lying Mithalwen, curled in a coat of fur. Right on the other side of the main hall there was Nogrod's place, the old man was about to awake, as he was used to in the early hours. Behind a junction in one of the shorter corridors leading out of the room, Brinn's face was hardly seen under a pile of quilts.
In the long corridor leading down to Mîm's hidden smithy, Macalaure slept restlessly. He was muttering something to himself in his sleep, rolling from one side to the other. Even deeper in the mountain, Isabellkya was breathing low near the entrance to the Dwarf's chamber, blocked by a stone now when its occupant was away.
The guy who be short slept alone in one of the smaller halls, a sword lying by his side. But his sleep was a deep one, despite the morning hour, so even if something was happening, he probably won't rise to defend himself. In a nearby room Rikae was lying, holding her staff even in deep sleep.
Lhunardawen rested comfortably on a large pile of sacks full of straw, her tangled black hair spread all over and also full of straw that somehow got out of the sacks.

The only ones who were not present already were Gil-Galad and Mîm. But all the other outlaws were here, alive, some asleep, but first yawnings were already heard as the early risers awoke. Their third day in Amon Rûdh has dawned.

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
Xyzzy the Outlaw, stoned to death on Day 2

The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – living:
Mîm the Petty Dwarf, outside the hill for an unexpectably prolonged period
Rikae
Nogrod
Macalaure
Isabellkya
Brinniel
Lhunardawen
Gil-Galad, outside the hill for an unexpectably prolonged period
the guy who be short
Mithalwen

Day 3 begins. Nightly walkers, stop talking. Everyone, awake!

Nogrod · 06-30-2007, 02:14 PM

Nogrod woke up and eager to find ot some news he took a swift glance around him... he counted the sleeping outlaws. Everyone's here... the dwarves chamber..., he half ran there only to see everyone deep in sleep. Now where else...

Finally Nogrod came to sit by the pool in the early morning sunshine. No one was dead but Mîm and Gil hadn't returned either.

And everythnig looks so nice and neat, like there was no struggle, no nothing... Maybe our wolves missed this Night by sleeping over it? Or Gil is one and away and the second one missed this Night alone? This needs to be thought... as soon as I can get myself wake well enough...

Nogrod fell into his thoughts which neared half-sleep, but he would wake up in a short time...

the guy who be short · 06-30-2007, 02:41 PM

Guy was woken earlier than his usual time by nightmares of werewolves. He sat up, bolt upright, and looked around in fear.

Nogrod looked over at him and smiled. "Everybody's alive! They're all still sleeping, but I've counted; nobody's missing save Mim and Gil. Most peculiar..."

Guy didn't entirely trust him and counted himself. So it is true, he thought. We were lucky last night, but this night has been even better! Although... this lack of nightly death does make it difficult to calculate who the wolves may be. We have no records or insight into how they think.

"I think you're right," he said to Nogrod, who was the only other one awake, though one or two others were stirring. "The wolves must have slept through this night, for there is no hint of any struggle. It does indeed seem that we have inexperienced or flippant wolves, taking the night before into account too.

That said, Mr Nogrod, I have a few metaphorical bones to pick with you. But I'll get there soon..."

Nogrod · 06-30-2007, 02:58 PM

"Ahh, guy... well if you are so sure about the order of the oncominmg lynches then why not. But I'm afraid we need to give a few thoughts to this before we enter the world of metaphors. I mean we still have the two lupine creatures unidentified and sleep seems to haunt us all here. You know..."

Nogrod made a pause while he tried to articulate carefully what he was about to say.

"Have you ever wondered about the spiritual world? I mean the world of pure information and the routes the Valar uses to organise it? I had a dream that there was a disturbance in the spiritworld last Night, in the world of energy and data. I do see funny dreams every once in a while..."

Nogrod shook his head and half-laughed to his own words.

"But just think if our wolves need something like a spiritual support from the master of Angband to break this charm under which we all sleep the Nights - to make their misdeeds? Now if there was actually a disturbance in that field of energy they might have failed not because of their own fault?

I know you may think this an old man talking others the contents of his own age-old imagination... But this I still wonder... whether it's so easy I think you wish to think. I mean I thought the same thought first myself and felt relieved. But that was before I remembered my dream last Night.

And there's always the possibility that we have just forgotten any number of small details we should now hold clearly in front of our minds...

So you see, I'd really like to give this some thought before I trust my first reaction..."

Nogrod fell quiet for a while.

Brinniel · 06-30-2007, 03:30 PM

Brinn awoke tangled in quilts after an uneasy night of dreaming that every one of the outlaws were being viciously attacked by the wolves. She was unhappy after yesterday, having her gender exposed....now everyone would think her as a wimpy little girl. She sighed and pulled off her hood, running her fingers through her closely cropped hair. Replacing the hood, Brinn wandered over to where tgwbs and Nogrod sat, still half asleep. She looked around at the sleeping others and began a head count...eight of them. Wait, eight? All of them were still alive. And there was no evidence of a struggle.

"So the werewolves did not attack?" Brinn muttered. "But what does this mean? Could it be that our wolves are sleepers....Izzy maybe, and Gil-Galad who is still away? Or perhaps the wolves are more clever and actually chose not to attack in order to fool us all into thinking they are actually sleepers..."

Brinn rubbed her eyes, feeling rather frustrated.

"A death last Night would've almost been welcome. At least then we would have a clue on who the wolves could be. But now, I'm completely stumped."

06-29-2007, 01:58 PM	#2
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,461	"Well Brinniel I am in the strange position of finding two peopel suspicious but alas one of them is suspicious for suspecting so quickly someone I now find supicious. " __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

06-29-2007, 02:00 PM	#6
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	Third nightfall at the Hill The outlaws turned to Xyzzy, who has been sitting quietly in the corner, listening to their talk and looking from one on another like a little animal when a pack of wolves approaches. The grim faces of the outlaws did not seem at all comfortable. "You were just waiting for us to kill each other," the guy who be short spoke, "right? Hiding in the shadows, so that no one notices you!" "But - " "You are a werewolf! We know it!" yelled Rikae, picking up a stone and throwing it at Xyzzy. The man raised his hands to cover his face, but the stone hit him in cheek. "No!" he shouted with pain, but at that moment also the others were picking up stones from the ground. "Catch this!" shouted Macalaure. Stones were flying from all sides, and slowly, Xyzzy slumped down to the ground and fell asleep. "He's dead," said Nogrod. "He cannot harm us anymore." "But could he?" said Lhuna, coming closer to the dead body. No change was to be seen on the face of the dead. "He was innocent!" shouted Isabellkya. "Innocent, and you killed him! Fools! Now there are still two of them wolves around!" Silence fell on all. "But -" said Brinn. "But – what are we going to do, then?" Nogrod looked at the young outlaw sideways. "What should we do? Sleep, as always. You don't have to act like a little girl, even though you look like one!" Surprisingly to everyone, Brinn blushed. "Hey, what is it?" said Nogrod. "What's that, m'boy?" "I am a girl," said Brinn. "Whoa!" shouted Macalaure. "A girl?" Brinn turned on him, looking angered. "Yes! And so what? Heck, forget it! Does it matter? I can fight, I can swear, I can live in the wilderness." "I always thought him – her – strange," said Rikae. "Oh, you look like a man indeed, my girl." Mithalwen nodded. "Everyone of us is an outlaw. Our fates are manifold." "Not everyone is just an outlaw," spoke Nogrod's voice, reminding them of their main concern. "And where is Gil-Galad and the Dwarf, anyway?" All looked to the entrance as if they expected the two to enter at that very moment. But the entrance was empty, only a sudden cold wind of the incoming night's wind blew inside, stealing heat of their bodies. "Let's go to sleep," said Lhuna, picking up a blanket that Xyzzy left in the corner. "I am terribly tired. Maybe they will come back later at night." 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 Xyzzy the Outlaw, stoned to death on Day 2 The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – living: Mîm the Petty Dwarf, outside the hill for an unexpectably prolonged period Rikae Nogrod Macalaure Isabellkya Brinniel Lhunardawen Gil-Galad, outside the hill for an unexpectably prolonged period the guy who be short Mithalwen Night 3 begins. Outlaws, stay low. Two Captains, you may talk. Wolves, you may plot. Whoever has anything to send to me, please do so as soon as possible. Last edited by Legate of Amon Lanc; 06-29-2007 at 02:24 PM.

06-30-2007, 02:04 PM	#7
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	Third day at Amon Rûdh Sun rose above Doriath in the east and its light goldened the crown of Amon Rûdh. It was a sunny, windy morning and just light clouds were moving swiftly in the skies. Eight outlaws were sleeping in the halls of stone. Closest to the entrance was lying Mithalwen, curled in a coat of fur. Right on the other side of the main hall there was Nogrod's place, the old man was about to awake, as he was used to in the early hours. Behind a junction in one of the shorter corridors leading out of the room, Brinn's face was hardly seen under a pile of quilts. In the long corridor leading down to Mîm's hidden smithy, Macalaure slept restlessly. He was muttering something to himself in his sleep, rolling from one side to the other. Even deeper in the mountain, Isabellkya was breathing low near the entrance to the Dwarf's chamber, blocked by a stone now when its occupant was away. The guy who be short slept alone in one of the smaller halls, a sword lying by his side. But his sleep was a deep one, despite the morning hour, so even if something was happening, he probably won't rise to defend himself. In a nearby room Rikae was lying, holding her staff even in deep sleep. Lhunardawen rested comfortably on a large pile of sacks full of straw, her tangled black hair spread all over and also full of straw that somehow got out of the sacks. The only ones who were not present already were Gil-Galad and Mîm. But all the other outlaws were here, alive, some asleep, but first yawnings were already heard as the early risers awoke. Their third day in Amon Rûdh has dawned. 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 Xyzzy the Outlaw, stoned to death on Day 2 The inhabitants of Amon Rûdh – living: Mîm the Petty Dwarf, outside the hill for an unexpectably prolonged period Rikae Nogrod Macalaure Isabellkya Brinniel Lhunardawen Gil-Galad, outside the hill for an unexpectably prolonged period the guy who be short Mithalwen Day 3 begins. Nightly walkers, stop talking. Everyone, awake!

06-29-2007, 01:54 PM	#1
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	"++xyzzy" said Macalaure, "for reasons I and others have previously stated."

06-29-2007, 01:59 PM	#4
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	"I think I will join this wagon toDay... ++ Xyzzy From Isabell we can get some readouts anyway and Xyzzy's last comments make him look pretty bad. I'm much more hopeful with this now than I was twenty minutes ago."

06-30-2007, 02:14 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	Nogrod woke up and eager to find ot some news he took a swift glance around him... he counted the sleeping outlaws. Everyone's here... the dwarves chamber..., he half ran there only to see everyone deep in sleep. Now where else... Finally Nogrod came to sit by the pool in the early morning sunshine. No one was dead but Mîm and Gil hadn't returned either. And everythnig looks so nice and neat, like there was no struggle, no nothing... Maybe our wolves missed this Night by sleeping over it? Or Gil is one and away and the second one missed this Night alone? This needs to be thought... as soon as I can get myself wake well enough... Nogrod fell into his thoughts which neared half-sleep, but he would wake up in a short time...

06-30-2007, 02:41 PM	#9
the guy who be short Shadowed Prince Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thulcandra Posts: 2,343	Guy was woken earlier than his usual time by nightmares of werewolves. He sat up, bolt upright, and looked around in fear. Nogrod looked over at him and smiled. "Everybody's alive! They're all still sleeping, but I've counted; nobody's missing save Mim and Gil. Most peculiar..." Guy didn't entirely trust him and counted himself. So it is true, he thought. We were lucky last night, but this night has been even better! Although... this lack of nightly death does make it difficult to calculate who the wolves may be. We have no records or insight into how they think. "I think you're right," he said to Nogrod, who was the only other one awake, though one or two others were stirring. "The wolves must have slept through this night, for there is no hint of any struggle. It does indeed seem that we have inexperienced or flippant wolves, taking the night before into account too. That said, Mr Nogrod, I have a few metaphorical bones to pick with you. But I'll get there soon..."

06-30-2007, 02:58 PM	#10
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	"Ahh, guy... well if you are so sure about the order of the oncominmg lynches then why not. But I'm afraid we need to give a few thoughts to this before we enter the world of metaphors. I mean we still have the two lupine creatures unidentified and sleep seems to haunt us all here. You know..." Nogrod made a pause while he tried to articulate carefully what he was about to say. "Have you ever wondered about the spiritual world? I mean the world of pure information and the routes the Valar uses to organise it? I had a dream that there was a disturbance in the spiritworld last Night, in the world of energy and data. I do see funny dreams every once in a while..." Nogrod shook his head and half-laughed to his own words. "But just think if our wolves need something like a spiritual support from the master of Angband to break this charm under which we all sleep the Nights - to make their misdeeds? Now if there was actually a disturbance in that field of energy they might have failed not because of their own fault? I know you may think this an old man talking others the contents of his own age-old imagination... But this I still wonder... whether it's so easy I think you wish to think. I mean I thought the same thought first myself and felt relieved. But that was before I remembered my dream last Night. And there's always the possibility that we have just forgotten any number of small details we should now hold clearly in front of our minds... So you see, I'd really like to give this some thought before I trust my first reaction..." Nogrod fell quiet for a while.

06-30-2007, 03:30 PM	#11
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	Brinn awoke tangled in quilts after an uneasy night of dreaming that every one of the outlaws were being viciously attacked by the wolves. She was unhappy after yesterday, having her gender exposed....now everyone would think her as a wimpy little girl. She sighed and pulled off her hood, running her fingers through her closely cropped hair. Replacing the hood, Brinn wandered over to where tgwbs and Nogrod sat, still half asleep. She looked around at the sleeping others and began a head count...eight of them. Wait, eight? All of them were still alive. And there was no evidence of a struggle. "So the werewolves did not attack?" Brinn muttered. "But what does this mean? Could it be that our wolves are sleepers....Izzy maybe, and Gil-Galad who is still away? Or perhaps the wolves are more clever and actually chose not to attack in order to fool us all into thinking they are actually sleepers..." Brinn rubbed her eyes, feeling rather frustrated. "A death last Night would've almost been welcome. At least then we would have a clue on who the wolves could be. But now, I'm completely stumped."