Tol-in-Gaurhoth Threefold and Six: The Night Guard - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

A Little Green · 09-05-2009, 03:41 PM

I think I'm going to bed now. I agree, though, that Wilwa's point is something we might want to look at toMorrow. And now I'll just hope this bandwagon will end with our triumph. Either way, though, it will be rich material for analysis...

Hakon · 09-05-2009, 03:51 PM

++Nienna

Something about her is off. Sadly this is a gut feeling and I am going to get hell for it especially if Inziladun turns out guilty. Still something is off about Nienna.

satansaloser2005 · 09-05-2009, 04:00 PM

++Shasta

satansaloser2005 · 09-05-2009, 04:01 PM

Sorry, my computer froze (and ate my analyses, so I'll try to do them again toNight and hope I live) and I just got him working again.

EDIT: x'd with Mayor Steve

Eönwë · 09-05-2009, 05:03 PM

The village clamoured around.

The Day had started with the entire village wondering whether or not they should perform vigilante justice on Nogrod, the same way they had with Legate the day before, leading to the death of another innocent.

Today the conclusion was that it was probably a wolf trick and that Nogrod should be kept alive another day. Soon the talk turned to other village-people.

The fool spent many hours reciting forgotten words of the villagers in the past few days, and people were amazed by his surprising intellect and conclusion-drawing. "How about Inziladun?" he said, and cast his vote to kill thusly.

Nerwen tried to sing to the wolves instead, but lost inspiration. She soon also voted for Inziladun.

Few voted that day, and it was decided that it should be Inziladun that would die that day.

They led him out of the village, and found a tree stump. He would be beheaded with a sword. They sent Nilpaurion the Fool back to the village to get a sword for the proceedings, while the village assembled.

Nilp had looked, but all he could find was an old, slightly rusty sword. Nerwen took it from the fool's hands and brandished it fiercely. She went towards the stump, on which Inziladun's head was resting.

She raised it up, and then swung it down upon his exposed neck. But a transformation was beginning. Dark grey fur rippled across his back, and the blunt sword glanced off his tough hide, leaving only a small mark where it had cut through the skin.

He stood up, reaching full his full height, which was increasing. The fur rippled across his body, until only his face remained. And then that changed too, with his nose elongating into a snout and his mouth moulding into it. And his eyes did not turn into the eyes of a normal wolf, but into the eyes of one bred by Melkor himself in the darkness of the Days of Old.

He now stood at full height, that of a Númenorean in their days of glory. His dark fur shone in the light of the failing sun, and the colours were shifting in the sky and upon the land.

Nerwen stepped forwards, unafraid, armed with her blade, and rushed forwards. She swung it, leaving a large gash in the arm of the Werewolf, but the sword was wrested from her grasp. The wolf crumbled the blade in his powerful hands.

He went down onto all fours, assuming a more wolf-like shape in the blink of an eye, attempting to escape the circle of his foes. But as he brushed past Nilpaurion, the fool pulled out one of the daggers he used for juggling, and plunged it deep into the neck of the wolf. The wolf stood up in the more mannish form of before, and howled a long and piercing howl, before collapsing at their feet.

And slowly, as they looked, his body melted back into that of Inziladun, once a noble villager, who was forced into evil by the bite of the Great Wolf, just as the other three had been. He still had the knife stuck in the back of his neck.

Nilpaurion stepped back, shocked at what he had done.

The villagers burned the body of Inziladun, hoping that the fire would cleanse his body of the evil, and that his fëa would be able to leave the circles of the world, honourable once again.

They returned to the village square, wondering who they would guard for the night. The villagers narrowed it down to three people- Shasta, Nerwen and Pitchwife. The people each favoured their own choice, and would not give in.

So Eönwë took the traditionial six sticks. They were rectangular with two faces, one of white and one of black. A one or a two would Guard Shasta, a three or four Nerwen, and a five or six Pitchwife. Five sticks landed face up. Pitchwife would be the one to be guarded tonight.

The Night Guards went to take their place and Eönwë bid the village a good night. He left the village square last, looking at the stars that seemed to shine brighter than ever before.

So there is still hope after all for this village he thought to himself.

Living:
A Little Green- the village butcher
alonariel- the village blacksmith
Boromir88- the village pig farmer
Brinniel- the village witch
Hakon- the village innkeeper
McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild
Nerwen- a wandering minstrel
Nessa Telrunya- the village seamstress
Nienna- the village potter
Nilpaurion Felagund- the village fool
Nogrod- the retired bourgeois
Pitchwife- the village mason
satansaloser2005- The village librarian (Mistress of the books)
Shastanis Althreduin- the village apothecary
wilwarin538- the village barmaid

The Dead
Kitanna- the village hermit - Seer
Mnemosyne- the village coquette - Innocent
Legate of Amon Lanc- the village broker - Innocent
Thinlómien- the village chief gardener - Innocent
Inziladun- the village brewer - Wolf

Night 4 has begun. People of the Night, do your stuff.

Eönwë · 09-06-2009, 04:00 PM

The stars shone brighter than ever before upon the village of Upper Downsbury. The darkness that had been over the village for the past few days was lifted a little, and the spirits of the people rose.

All except for one. She ran, weeping through the silent dark streets of the village. Alonariel had fallen into despair as soon as she had heard of the wolves. For the last three days she had locked herself in her bedroom, and would not leave.

The village had learned of her unusual behaviour, and would have tried to help her, were it not for the larger, life-threatening problem at hand.

Tonight she had finally left her house, running in the streets. She aimed to go into the wilderness to die, for she had lost all hope in life.

But as she made her tearful way down a dark alley, three silent shadows met her in the blackness.

"Who are you?" she asked, in fear and uncertainty.

"We are the three remaining werewolves." answered one, who had stepped forwards from the darkness.

Alona's eyes appeared glazed for a moment, and she seemed to be looking into the distance. "Please, take my life. I do not want to live any longer. There is no point for me any more."

"Are you sure, because we were planning on..."

"Yes, I'm sure."

And she stood there perfectly still. "Just don't make it hurt too much."

The wolf grinned, and leapt forwards in the darkness. But Alonariel the Forsaken realised that he would not be true, and saw the glint of malice in his eyes. She took out a small dagger from her side, and plunged it straight into her heart.

She collapsed onto the cold, cobbled floor, and within a few seconds she was dead, her life extinguished.

The wolves feasted. They hadn’t even had to fight for this one. She had just done their job for them.

“Now, shouldn’t we go onto who we meant to kill this night?” said one of the wolves, shrouded in shadow.

“No, it’s too late. Look.” The second wolf pointed off into the distance. The sky in the East was beginning to lighten. Soon the colours would start shifting, and it would be day once more.

And soon, just before the hour of twilight, the werewolves transformed back into their human forms, ready to act like normal humans again. The three each went back to their homes, closed their doors, and prepared themselves for the day to come.

Living:
A Little Green- the village butcher
Boromir88- the village pig farmer
Brinniel- the village witch
Hakon- the village innkeeper
McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild
Nerwen- a wandering minstrel
Nessa Telrunya- the village seamstress
Nienna- the village potter
Nilpaurion Felagund- the village fool
Nogrod- the retired bourgeois
Pitchwife- the village mason
satansaloser2005- The village librarian (Mistress of the books)
Shastanis Althreduin- the village apothecary
wilwarin538- the village barmaid

The Dead
Kitanna- the village hermit - Seer
Mnemosyne- the village coquette - Innocent
Legate of Amon Lanc- the village broker - Innocent
Thinlómien- the village chief gardener - Innocent
Inziladun- the village brewer - Wolf
alonariel- the village blacksmith - Innocent (modfired)

Day 4 has begun. Resume posting, villagers of Upper Downsbury.

satansaloser2005 · 09-06-2009, 04:03 PM

So....erm, the wolves just didn't send in a kill? Right?

Nogrod · 09-06-2009, 04:08 PM

That was interesting indeed!

So it was "too late" to go about their bussiness? So not a ranger-save?

Now I'm beginning to wonder whether there is something along the lines of those secret roles that can deny the kills during the Nights, or something? That would be awesome actually...

Or then they missed their own kill?

I have to wake up in five hours so I'll go to sleep now but congrats to you for yesterDay! Well done indeed! And as Greenie said at the end of the Day, there sure is lots to mull over in there... I'm finally trying to make an effort for this later in the Day.

Pitchwife · 09-06-2009, 05:04 PM

*shuffles into the marketplace, head ducked between his shoulders as if preparing to dodge flung stones*
Well, what can I say? If our Mayor hadn't told us explicitly there are no cobblers in this village, my performance yesterDay surely would fit the role. Will anybody believe it wasn't intentional - that I was just honestly mistaken (again)? That Inzil frame theory I came up with yesterDay just looked so convincing to me, I was blinded to the truth. I can only thank the Valar that no more villagers were led astray; the majority voted more wisely and got rid of our first wolf. You did well!
The good thing is, with one wolf down, the danger of two night-kills is gone without ever having become reality. But I'm at a loss to explain what happened last Night. From the Mayor's report, it doesn't look like either the Night Guard or the Ranger had to intervene. Are we to believe the wolves wasted their one kill on our doomed blacksmith, who was going to die anyway? Or was there something more secret going on?
One thing I can say - I'm very confident now that Nilp and McCaber, our two surviving Inzil-voters on Day 2, are innocent. Whether or not there was any wolf in yesterDay's Inzilwagon, I don't think any of the two, as a wolf, would have voted a packmate on Day 2 without need and with a happy witch-hunt against Legate going on to hide in.
My suspicion against Boro is also lessened to some degree - I still find his behaviour before and after Legate's death somewhat worrisome, after the stance he had taken against the probability of a frame, but I'll give him credit for smelling the beast in Inziladulf so early. (Somehow, this has a déja vu feeling - where have I witnessed that before?)
Should I mention that Inzil's Guard vote for me was, in retrospect, probably an attempt to taint me in case he got lynched? He had only two votes at the time, but he must at least have reckoned with the possibility he'd end up on the chopping block. Or did he hope to survive and wanted to keep me around as an involuntary cobbler? But in this case he could simply have made sure the pack killed someone else (and I don't think I would have been a likely target anyway).
Enough monologue for now. I need to be alone for a while and meditate on my errors. That'll take a while, but I'll be back some hours before DL.

09-05-2009, 03:41 PM	#1
A Little Green Leaf-clad Lady Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 1,571	I think I'm going to bed now. I agree, though, that Wilwa's point is something we might want to look at toMorrow. And now I'll just hope this bandwagon will end with our triumph. Either way, though, it will be rich material for analysis... __________________ "But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created."

09-05-2009, 03:51 PM	#2
Hakon Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2009 Location: The Twilight Zone Posts: 736	++Nienna Something about her is off. Sadly this is a gut feeling and I am going to get hell for it especially if Inziladun turns out guilty. Still something is off about Nienna. __________________ Medicine for the soul. ~Inscription over the door of the Library at Thebes

09-05-2009, 04:00 PM	#3
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	++Shasta __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

09-05-2009, 04:01 PM	#4
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Sorry, my computer froze (and ate my analyses, so I'll try to do them again toNight and hope I live) and I just got him working again. EDIT: x'd with Mayor Steve __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

09-05-2009, 05:03 PM	#5
Eönwë Flame Imperishable Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Right here Posts: 3,928	Day 3 The village clamoured around. The Day had started with the entire village wondering whether or not they should perform vigilante justice on Nogrod, the same way they had with Legate the day before, leading to the death of another innocent. Today the conclusion was that it was probably a wolf trick and that Nogrod should be kept alive another day. Soon the talk turned to other village-people. The fool spent many hours reciting forgotten words of the villagers in the past few days, and people were amazed by his surprising intellect and conclusion-drawing. "How about Inziladun?" he said, and cast his vote to kill thusly. Nerwen tried to sing to the wolves instead, but lost inspiration. She soon also voted for Inziladun. Few voted that day, and it was decided that it should be Inziladun that would die that day. They led him out of the village, and found a tree stump. He would be beheaded with a sword. They sent Nilpaurion the Fool back to the village to get a sword for the proceedings, while the village assembled. Nilp had looked, but all he could find was an old, slightly rusty sword. Nerwen took it from the fool's hands and brandished it fiercely. She went towards the stump, on which Inziladun's head was resting. She raised it up, and then swung it down upon his exposed neck. But a transformation was beginning. Dark grey fur rippled across his back, and the blunt sword glanced off his tough hide, leaving only a small mark where it had cut through the skin. He stood up, reaching full his full height, which was increasing. The fur rippled across his body, until only his face remained. And then that changed too, with his nose elongating into a snout and his mouth moulding into it. And his eyes did not turn into the eyes of a normal wolf, but into the eyes of one bred by Melkor himself in the darkness of the Days of Old. He now stood at full height, that of a Númenorean in their days of glory. His dark fur shone in the light of the failing sun, and the colours were shifting in the sky and upon the land. Nerwen stepped forwards, unafraid, armed with her blade, and rushed forwards. She swung it, leaving a large gash in the arm of the Werewolf, but the sword was wrested from her grasp. The wolf crumbled the blade in his powerful hands. He went down onto all fours, assuming a more wolf-like shape in the blink of an eye, attempting to escape the circle of his foes. But as he brushed past Nilpaurion, the fool pulled out one of the daggers he used for juggling, and plunged it deep into the neck of the wolf. The wolf stood up in the more mannish form of before, and howled a long and piercing howl, before collapsing at their feet. And slowly, as they looked, his body melted back into that of Inziladun, once a noble villager, who was forced into evil by the bite of the Great Wolf, just as the other three had been. He still had the knife stuck in the back of his neck. Nilpaurion stepped back, shocked at what he had done. The villagers burned the body of Inziladun, hoping that the fire would cleanse his body of the evil, and that his fëa would be able to leave the circles of the world, honourable once again. They returned to the village square, wondering who they would guard for the night. The villagers narrowed it down to three people- Shasta, Nerwen and Pitchwife. The people each favoured their own choice, and would not give in. So Eönwë took the traditionial six sticks. They were rectangular with two faces, one of white and one of black. A one or a two would Guard Shasta, a three or four Nerwen, and a five or six Pitchwife. Five sticks landed face up. Pitchwife would be the one to be guarded tonight. The Night Guards went to take their place and Eönwë bid the village a good night. He left the village square last, looking at the stars that seemed to shine brighter than ever before. So there is still hope after all for this village he thought to himself. Living: A Little Green- the village butcher alonariel- the village blacksmith Boromir88- the village pig farmer Brinniel- the village witch Hakon- the village innkeeper McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild Nerwen- a wandering minstrel Nessa Telrunya- the village seamstress Nienna- the village potter Nilpaurion Felagund- the village fool Nogrod- the retired bourgeois Pitchwife- the village mason satansaloser2005- The village librarian (Mistress of the books) Shastanis Althreduin- the village apothecary wilwarin538- the village barmaid The Dead Kitanna- the village hermit - Seer Mnemosyne- the village coquette - Innocent Legate of Amon Lanc- the village broker - Innocent Thinlómien- the village chief gardener - Innocent Inziladun- the village brewer - Wolf Night 4 has begun. People of the Night, do your stuff. __________________ Welcome to the Barrow Do-owns Forum / Such a lovely place

09-06-2009, 04:00 PM	#6
Eönwë Flame Imperishable Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Right here Posts: 3,928	Night 4 The stars shone brighter than ever before upon the village of Upper Downsbury. The darkness that had been over the village for the past few days was lifted a little, and the spirits of the people rose. All except for one. She ran, weeping through the silent dark streets of the village. Alonariel had fallen into despair as soon as she had heard of the wolves. For the last three days she had locked herself in her bedroom, and would not leave. The village had learned of her unusual behaviour, and would have tried to help her, were it not for the larger, life-threatening problem at hand. Tonight she had finally left her house, running in the streets. She aimed to go into the wilderness to die, for she had lost all hope in life. But as she made her tearful way down a dark alley, three silent shadows met her in the blackness. "Who are you?" she asked, in fear and uncertainty. "We are the three remaining werewolves." answered one, who had stepped forwards from the darkness. Alona's eyes appeared glazed for a moment, and she seemed to be looking into the distance. "Please, take my life. I do not want to live any longer. There is no point for me any more." "Are you sure, because we were planning on..." "Yes, I'm sure." And she stood there perfectly still. "Just don't make it hurt too much." The wolf grinned, and leapt forwards in the darkness. But Alonariel the Forsaken realised that he would not be true, and saw the glint of malice in his eyes. She took out a small dagger from her side, and plunged it straight into her heart. She collapsed onto the cold, cobbled floor, and within a few seconds she was dead, her life extinguished. The wolves feasted. They hadn’t even had to fight for this one. She had just done their job for them. “Now, shouldn’t we go onto who we meant to kill this night?” said one of the wolves, shrouded in shadow. “No, it’s too late. Look.” The second wolf pointed off into the distance. The sky in the East was beginning to lighten. Soon the colours would start shifting, and it would be day once more. And soon, just before the hour of twilight, the werewolves transformed back into their human forms, ready to act like normal humans again. The three each went back to their homes, closed their doors, and prepared themselves for the day to come. Living: A Little Green- the village butcher Boromir88- the village pig farmer Brinniel- the village witch Hakon- the village innkeeper McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild Nerwen- a wandering minstrel Nessa Telrunya- the village seamstress Nienna- the village potter Nilpaurion Felagund- the village fool Nogrod- the retired bourgeois Pitchwife- the village mason satansaloser2005- The village librarian (Mistress of the books) Shastanis Althreduin- the village apothecary wilwarin538- the village barmaid The Dead Kitanna- the village hermit - Seer Mnemosyne- the village coquette - Innocent Legate of Amon Lanc- the village broker - Innocent Thinlómien- the village chief gardener - Innocent Inziladun- the village brewer - Wolf alonariel- the village blacksmith - Innocent (modfired) Day 4 has begun. Resume posting, villagers of Upper Downsbury. __________________ Welcome to the Barrow Do-owns Forum / Such a lovely place

09-06-2009, 04:03 PM	#7
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	So....erm, the wolves just didn't send in a kill? Right? __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

09-06-2009, 04:08 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	That was interesting indeed! So it was "too late" to go about their bussiness? So not a ranger-save? Now I'm beginning to wonder whether there is something along the lines of those secret roles that can deny the kills during the Nights, or something? That would be awesome actually... Or then they missed their own kill? I have to wake up in five hours so I'll go to sleep now but congrats to you for yesterDay! Well done indeed! And as Greenie said at the end of the Day, there sure is lots to mull over in there... I'm finally trying to make an effort for this later in the Day. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

09-06-2009, 05:04 PM	#9
Pitchwife Wight of the Old Forest Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: Unattended on the railway station, in the litter at the dancehall Posts: 3,329	shuffles into the marketplace, head ducked between his shoulders as if preparing to dodge flung stones Well, what can I say? If our Mayor hadn't told us explicitly there are no cobblers in this village, my performance yesterDay surely would fit the role. Will anybody believe it wasn't intentional - that I was just honestly mistaken (again)? That Inzil frame theory I came up with yesterDay just looked so convincing to me, I was blinded to the truth. I can only thank the Valar that no more villagers were led astray; the majority voted more wisely and got rid of our first wolf. You did well! The good thing is, with one wolf down, the danger of two night-kills is gone without ever having become reality. But I'm at a loss to explain what happened last Night. From the Mayor's report, it doesn't look like either the Night Guard or the Ranger had to intervene. Are we to believe the wolves wasted their one kill on our doomed blacksmith, who was going to die anyway? Or was there something more secret going on? One thing I can say - I'm very confident now that Nilp and McCaber, our two surviving Inzil-voters on Day 2, are innocent. Whether or not there was any wolf in yesterDay's Inzilwagon, I don't think any of the two, as a wolf, would have voted a packmate on Day 2 without need and with a happy witch-hunt against Legate going on to hide in. My suspicion against Boro is also lessened to some degree - I still find his behaviour before and after Legate's death somewhat worrisome, after the stance he had taken against the probability of a frame, but I'll give him credit for smelling the beast in Inziladulf so early. (Somehow, this has a déja vu feeling - where have I witnessed that before?) Should I mention that Inzil's Guard vote for me was, in retrospect, probably an attempt to taint me in case he got lynched? He had only two votes at the time, but he must at least have reckoned with the possibility he'd end up on the chopping block. Or did he hope to survive and wanted to keep me around as an involuntary cobbler? But in this case he could simply have made sure the pack killed someone else (and I don't think I would have been a likely target anyway). Enough monologue for now. I need to be alone for a while and meditate on my errors. That'll take a while, but I'll be back some hours before DL. __________________ Und aus dem Erebos kamen viele seelen herauf der abgeschiedenen toten.- Homer, Odyssey, Canto XI