Tol-in-Gaurhoth LXIII: The Cottage of Lost Play - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nogrod · 07-21-2009, 12:56 PM

This will be interesting to read toMorrow indeed!

But alas! No three-way tie I'd say... Anyone out there with thoughts?

EDIT: X'd with two

Nogrod · 07-21-2009, 12:57 PM

Woops!

++ Fea

Let's check this one for sure!

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-21-2009, 12:58 PM

Hey now, stop that!

I'm not done yet!

McCaber · 07-21-2009, 12:59 PM

Thank you, Nogrod. Now we should know one more person, and have one wolf down.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-21-2009, 01:00 PM

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Inziladun · 07-21-2009, 01:00 PM

McCaber, if you're telling the truth, I apologize for pushing you to this. But if you'd come up with some reason you were voting for Fea before, I likely wouldn't have voted for you.

Mnemosyne · 07-21-2009, 01:56 PM

The sun was setting.

No one was certain of whom to kill, nor whether to kill at all.

As the last rays of the sun grew longer and longer still, desperate, McCaber claimed that he had had a forbidding dream of Feanor of the Peredhil the previous night. At the last minute Nogrod cast the deciding vote for her.

"You want to kill me?" said Fea. "And I was trying to be so helpful!" Then she smiled, a manic, fey sort of smile that looked almost frightening on her fair features. "Very well, then: make it entertaining." And with that, she sprang up and bounded away from the room.

"After her!" cried Nessa.

The rest of the guests hurried after her, through a hallway that gave way to a wooded path. Ahead of them they could hear distant laughter.

As they ran, Lalaith noticed one shoe lying on the pathway, then another. Flung to the side a few paces ahead were two socks.

When Rikae found a pair of jeans caught in brambles on the side, the guests began to be very, very worried. Just then an eerie, earth-splitting howl floated to their ears from ahead, followed by a wheezing, gasping, sobbing laugh.

"There!" said McCaber. "I told you! Get her!"

The path became clearer ahead, divested garments aside, for claws had ripped through the underbrush. But when it abruptly ended at a cliff overlooking a steep river, all they saw was Fea, looking perfectly human, her bare body turned red by the dying rays of the scarlet sun. She turned her head to look at them, and for a brief moment Eönwë thought he could see the glimmer of a tear in her eye. Then her lips curled up, into a majestic leer.

"O happy to be dead," she whispered, and leapt off the cliff before anyone could stop her.

The guests searched far and wide. Yet the paths they took did not lead to Fea's body, but rather to their rooms. Exhausted and numbed, they fell into slumber.

IT IS NOW NIGHT TWO.

The Living:
Nessa Telrunya
Inziladun
Shastanis Athreduin
Pitchwife
McCaber
Nogrod
autume98
Boromir88
Lalaith
Nerwen
Rikae
Eönwë

The Dead:
Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf)

Mnemosyne · 07-22-2009, 01:01 PM

Boromir88 woke up with a start. Looking around him, he switched on his light and sighed with relief. Then he remembered where he was.

Without a warning, the room melted away around him and he was in a forest facing a wolf's snarl. Out of his periphery he saw another wolf. Turning his head, he had only a moment to see the bow drawn at him before a black arrow pierced his side.

"Oh, of all the screennames I could have chosen," he muttered, before the next arrow hit. He fell to the ground.

* * *

When Boromir woke up, the first thing that he noticed was that he was in pain. The second thing he noticed was that he was alive. The third thing was that he could not move.

Sunlight broke over his face. An eternity seemed to pass before he heard shouts from nearby, calling his name.

Then a face--Nessa's face--bent over him. "He's dead," she said.

And they did check to make sure--they clasped his wrist, listened to his heart. Someone even found a shield to hold to his lips to check for mist.

But at last they all, sorrowing, made the inevitable (to everyone's mind but Boro's) conclusion. "Well," said Nerwen, we do seem to have a boat and a river nearby..."

They pulled the arrows from him and combed his hair and laid him in the boat. They shut his eyes, too, and he could not open them.

"Does anyone remember the song they sang?" he heard someone say.

"I could find my copy, if you'd like..."

"No. It's too depressing."

He felt the boat being pushed into the water. "No!" he tried to say, but his lips would not move. The current pushed him along, until it settled and he simply drifted. He wondered faintly if maybe the wolves had not been able to find Parth Galen itself but some other river that opened out into a lake. Then he heard the roar of water, and a tugging at his back. He was pulled, faster and faster to the brink, until he fell...

* * *

"Well," said Nogrod, "at least we were able to send him off in a fitting fashion."

IT IS NOW DAY TWO

The Living:
Nessa Telrunya
Inziladun
Shastanis Athreduin
Pitchwife
McCaber
Nogrod
autume98
Lalaith
Nerwen
Rikae
Eönwë

The Dead:
Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf)
Boromir88

Inziladun · 07-22-2009, 01:42 PM

*sighs*
Well, Boro, it seems I was wrong about you.
This completely decimates my main theory. I was pretty well convinced Boro was most likely a wolf. His behaviour earlier on Day 1 had left me with some uneasiness about him, then, when Fea turned out to be a wolf, I recalled their interactions later in the Day and became even more sure.
At least we did get one of the wolves. That bodes well for us, I hope.
Perhaps McCaber will have had another fruitful night's sleep.
I feel the need for a drink, and even wine will do for the moment.

07-21-2009, 12:56 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	This will be interesting to read toMorrow indeed! But alas! No three-way tie I'd say... Anyone out there with thoughts? EDIT: X'd with two __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

07-21-2009, 12:57 PM	#2
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	Woops! ++ Fea Let's check this one for sure! __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

07-21-2009, 12:58 PM	#3
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Hey now, stop that! I'm not done yet! __________________ peace

07-21-2009, 12:59 PM	#4
McCaber Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Skyrim, again. Posts: 820	Thank you, Nogrod. Now we should know one more person, and have one wolf down. __________________ Werewolves vs. Fishmen. The battle of the century.

07-21-2009, 01:00 PM	#5
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. __________________ peace

07-21-2009, 01:00 PM	#6
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	McCaber, if you're telling the truth, I apologize for pushing you to this. But if you'd come up with some reason you were voting for Fea before, I likely wouldn't have voted for you. __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.

07-21-2009, 01:56 PM	#7
Mnemosyne Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Between the past and the future Posts: 1,159	The sun was setting. No one was certain of whom to kill, nor whether to kill at all. As the last rays of the sun grew longer and longer still, desperate, McCaber claimed that he had had a forbidding dream of Feanor of the Peredhil the previous night. At the last minute Nogrod cast the deciding vote for her. "You want to kill me?" said Fea. "And I was trying to be so helpful!" Then she smiled, a manic, fey sort of smile that looked almost frightening on her fair features. "Very well, then: make it entertaining." And with that, she sprang up and bounded away from the room. "After her!" cried Nessa. The rest of the guests hurried after her, through a hallway that gave way to a wooded path. Ahead of them they could hear distant laughter. As they ran, Lalaith noticed one shoe lying on the pathway, then another. Flung to the side a few paces ahead were two socks. When Rikae found a pair of jeans caught in brambles on the side, the guests began to be very, very worried. Just then an eerie, earth-splitting howl floated to their ears from ahead, followed by a wheezing, gasping, sobbing laugh. "There!" said McCaber. "I told you! Get her!" The path became clearer ahead, divested garments aside, for claws had ripped through the underbrush. But when it abruptly ended at a cliff overlooking a steep river, all they saw was Fea, looking perfectly human, her bare body turned red by the dying rays of the scarlet sun. She turned her head to look at them, and for a brief moment Eönwë thought he could see the glimmer of a tear in her eye. Then her lips curled up, into a majestic leer. "O happy to be dead," she whispered, and leapt off the cliff before anyone could stop her. The guests searched far and wide. Yet the paths they took did not lead to Fea's body, but rather to their rooms. Exhausted and numbed, they fell into slumber. IT IS NOW NIGHT TWO. The Living: Nessa Telrunya Inziladun Shastanis Athreduin Pitchwife McCaber Nogrod autume98 Boromir88 Lalaith Nerwen Rikae Eönwë The Dead: Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf) __________________ Got corsets? Last edited by Mnemosyne; 07-22-2009 at 10:19 AM.

07-22-2009, 01:01 PM	#8
Mnemosyne Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Between the past and the future Posts: 1,159	Boromir88 woke up with a start. Looking around him, he switched on his light and sighed with relief. Then he remembered where he was. Without a warning, the room melted away around him and he was in a forest facing a wolf's snarl. Out of his periphery he saw another wolf. Turning his head, he had only a moment to see the bow drawn at him before a black arrow pierced his side. "Oh, of all the screennames I could have chosen," he muttered, before the next arrow hit. He fell to the ground. * * * When Boromir woke up, the first thing that he noticed was that he was in pain. The second thing he noticed was that he was alive. The third thing was that he could not move. Sunlight broke over his face. An eternity seemed to pass before he heard shouts from nearby, calling his name. Then a face--Nessa's face--bent over him. "He's dead," she said. And they did check to make sure--they clasped his wrist, listened to his heart. Someone even found a shield to hold to his lips to check for mist. But at last they all, sorrowing, made the inevitable (to everyone's mind but Boro's) conclusion. "Well," said Nerwen, we do seem to have a boat and a river nearby..." They pulled the arrows from him and combed his hair and laid him in the boat. They shut his eyes, too, and he could not open them. "Does anyone remember the song they sang?" he heard someone say. "I could find my copy, if you'd like..." "No. It's too depressing." He felt the boat being pushed into the water. "No!" he tried to say, but his lips would not move. The current pushed him along, until it settled and he simply drifted. He wondered faintly if maybe the wolves had not been able to find Parth Galen itself but some other river that opened out into a lake. Then he heard the roar of water, and a tugging at his back. He was pulled, faster and faster to the brink, until he fell... * * * "Well," said Nogrod, "at least we were able to send him off in a fitting fashion." IT IS NOW DAY TWO The Living: Nessa Telrunya Inziladun Shastanis Athreduin Pitchwife McCaber Nogrod autume98 Lalaith Nerwen Rikae Eönwë The Dead: Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf) Boromir88 __________________ Got corsets? Last edited by Mnemosyne; 07-23-2009 at 03:42 PM.

07-22-2009, 01:42 PM	#9
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	sighs Well, Boro, it seems I was wrong about you. This completely decimates my main theory. I was pretty well convinced Boro was most likely a wolf. His behaviour earlier on Day 1 had left me with some uneasiness about him, then, when Fea turned out to be a wolf, I recalled their interactions later in the Day and became even more sure. At least we did get one of the wolves. That bodes well for us, I hope. Perhaps McCaber will have had another fruitful night's sleep. I feel the need for a drink, and even wine will do for the moment. __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.