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11-11-2007, 01:13 PM
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
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The game begins
Night1 starts now. Lovers and werebalrogs, you may send PMs. Seer please send me your dream pick. Hunter, you may choose a "victim", but you're definately in no hurry, because it's me who's going to die toNight anyway.
Day 1 will start tomorrow at 7.00 pm GMT, so this first Night will be a bit shorter than a usual Day/Night phase. Please don't post anything here... Last edited by Thinlómien; 11-11-2007 at 01:25 PM. |
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11-12-2007, 01:02 PM
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Shady She-Penguin
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Day1 dawns
A clear voice came amidst the sound of falling water.
”Ei múmitaloa lucita yócsi, hei múmí! Cun hamara hípú yo tahtien vyócsi, hei múmí...! Nyt carceloi cansa ya cunnailla soi, cas múmeilta elamá opia voi... hei múmí!” Tuor recognised both the song and the voice instantly. It had to be Glorfindel, singing the famous battle (and bath) song of the House of the Golden Flower. Tuor couldn't help smiling. So his friend was alive and well and as cheerful as usual. Sighing, Tuor retreated back to the shadows. It was better that they did not see each other. It was better Glorfindel wouldn't see him at all and that he did not see Glorfindel in his disguise. If they knew each other, they might not be able to hide their friendship and thus their mission would be risked. ~*~ Eärendil took off his miner's clothes. Pretending to be an adult was harder than he had expected. He folded up the clothes and hid them behind a stone. Resolutely, he walked into the little brook, curled up in a ball and fell asleep. ~*~ ”Who is it? Who is calling me?” ”Don't you know my voice, darling, don't you know?” ”You shouldn't be here.” ”You shouldn't be here either.” ”You know I must be here. But you don't have to.” ”I couldn't be without you any longer.” ”It is not a reason to risk your life.” ”Maybe love is more important to me than it is to you.” ”Oh, let's not start quarrelling, my love, it has been so long since we last met.” ”I guess it depends on what you consider a long time...” ”Every second without you feels like a hundred years.” ~*~ ”He said he suspects some spies have arrived from the City”, said the Balrog with Swing. ”Then we must act”, said the Balrog with Bling. ”That shall we do”, agreed the Balrog who Sings. They decided to make the roof of the passageway collapse. They started whipping the roof with their fiery whips and the Balrog who Sings started singing: ”Just whistle while you work And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place So hum a merry tune” ”What's going on?” Thinlómion the Old Miner asked grumpily. ”You woke me up. Who are you and what are you doing to the roof?” ”We are da Werebalrogs, dude!” the Balrog with Bling replied enthusiastically. ”And we're making the passageway collapse”, the Balrog with Swing continued easily. ”Don't let it bother you, forget your troubles, Try to be just like a cheerful chick-a-dee”, the Balrog who Sings adviced the old miner. ”Stop right now, thank you very much! You foul creatures of Morgoth! I'll wake the others and they'll kill you!” Thinlómion shouted. ”That you're not going to do”, warned the Balrog with Swing and picked the elf up. He rose up and started flying around the cave in circles. ”Do balrogs have wings?” the Balrog with Swing asked casually. ”What?” asked Thinlómion. ”Do balrogs have wings?” ”Of course they don't!” Thinlómion shouted, horrified by the unnatural idea, ”There's nothing in the books that states they have actual wings!” ”A pity”, said the Balrog with Swing, ”then we must fall. Because I can't fly without wings.” They fell together. The old miner's frail bones broke when he hit the stony floor. His twisted body was surrounded by a great shadowy fire. Then the Balrog with Swing emerged from the flame and bowed. His companions applauded. He grinned. ”Now let's get back to work.” ~*~ The miners woke up when the passageway roof came crashing down. In the chaos that followed, no one noticed that three of the miners didn't actually look like they had just woken up nor that there was one miner whose hair was dripping water. ”What the Utumno is happening here?!” satansaloser2005 shouted. ”The roof of the passageway just collapsed!” Nogrod roared. ”We're in a dead end”, screamed Lhunardawen. ”We are trapped”, The Might said, fear in his voice. ”Don't worry! We have plenty of space here, so we're not going to suffocate”, Mithalwen said. ”Besides, there's a brook running over there and we all have food with us, don't we?” Volo said cheerfully. ”This doesn't look so bad, after all”, Kath concluded. ”But this does!” Gil-Galad said, upset, ”come and see what's happened here!” Thinlómion's body was laying on the floor, half buried among the fallen stones. The other old miner, Aganwë, was kneeling by his body and weeping. ”Wake up, dear”, he sobbed. ”Oh Valar, Thinlómion is dead”, Legate of Amon Lanc whispered. ”What happened here?” Naria asked Aganwë. ”I don't know. Leave me alone, I don't want to see you, leave me alone!”, he screamed. ”I think he's gone crazy”, Shastanis Althreduin said in a low voice. ”Poor old man”, Macalaure said empathically. ”Go away! And don't disturb me unless you really need something. I don't care. My world has fallen apart. Kill each other or something, I don't care”, Aganwë said in a broken voice. ”I think we'd better leave him alone”, Brinniel suggested. They moved away from the dead man and his grieving friend. ”Horrible things happen in this world”, Nerwen said, shaking. ”What shall we do?” Rikae asked hopelessly. ”There are three werebalrogs among you. Wipe them out. All of them”, a mighty unearthly voice bellowed from the little brook. ”Ulmo”, Eärendil whispered. ~ written by Thinlómien and Aganzir ~*~ Dead Thinlómien (mod) - killed by a wingless balrog on Night1 Living Brinniel Gil-Galad Kath Legate of Amon Lanc Lhunardawen Macalaure Mithalwen Naria Nerwen Nogrod Rikae satansaloser2005 Shastanis Althreduin The Might Volo Day1 starts. Elf miners and the ones disguised as such (in other words, all of you players), you can start discussing.
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11-12-2007, 01:20 PM
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Let's just organise ourselves people.
The innocent miners to the left and do-gooders should blend in I suppose... and the baddies who are behind all this havoc to the right. Okay? Now let's see the persons remaining at the right side and lynch them once and for all... Well no one that is. C'mon, be fair guys! What's all this hide and seek stuff about? And how about if this one with wet hair being kind enough to explain?
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11-12-2007, 01:46 PM
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Pilgrim Soul
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Care to say which side you are standing on? Nogrod? It would solve my dilemmas as to whether I should summarily vote for Kath for being inscrutable or Gil-galad for being confusing...
 However I shall not be hasty. But actually reading posts might force me to abandon age long prejudices.... Anyone else talking?
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11-12-2007, 02:06 PM
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
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But if they are not as fair guys, I wouldn't be as sure whether the actual villain would have already dried his head, so... I only hope there is no xyzzy among us...
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11-12-2007, 02:17 PM
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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 And I'm afraid you Legate have it right. They won't reveal themselves so we just have to pick them out one by one with inquiry and deduction. Hopefully with some nice schemes and tactical manouvers as well. But all that in turn is impossible if there is no wider partaking in the discussions. So if you Balrogs won't co-operate with lining yourselves against the wall to be executed would you then please open your mouths? And surely everyone else is encouraged to open their mouths as well...
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11-12-2007, 02:37 PM
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Pilgrim Soul
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Are you sure... if you think anything is fool-proof you are liable to find that someone has found a new class of fool..... I suspect I may have to wait for tomorrow for much of significance..... due to the strange time zone issues that affect this part of Gondolin...
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11-12-2007, 02:39 PM
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
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11-12-2007, 03:27 PM
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Pilgrim Soul
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However, it should be borne in mind that many peole are reluctant to vote for someone wh hasn't said much, "who hasn't been around to defend themselves" etc...and the wolves.... (given that it is unlikely but not impossible that all wolves are first time players) will be aware of that. Obviously deliberate non participation is a dangerous strategy but this is a small group to face 3 werebeasts and a cobbler even with a ranger about.
The innocents can't afford to be too noble .... no one can be discounted, not the quiet, not the noisy, and certainly not the pseudo helpful not the flyers-under- the radar.... but if noone else is around I shall go to my rest...
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11-12-2007, 11:34 PM
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Anyway, no unthought accusations from me, yet. |
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11-12-2007, 02:33 PM
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Guard of the Citadel
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No point on blaming each other folks, as we know nothing for now. For all we know, it could be anyone of us.
But the question remains...who is it?
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