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Because usually I'm very loud and in people's faces?
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Hmm something else Nogrod said that I thought I commented on, but for some reason it didn't show up and now I can't find it.
Basically it's when Nog said he feels guilty for not trying enough so far, and then basically getting a free pass, which funny enough I feel like I'm in the same boat. It's really eerie to not have anyone challenging me to do better, when I really have done nothing at all. Well, except wilwa who just did today and makes her look a better to me, but at this point, I've done no analysis on anyone, and absolutely nothing, so I'm more or less just playing randomly and un-Borolike. The fact that no one is directly calling me out on it is scary...well again excluding wilwa who just did today.
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++Pitchwife
No particular reason at all other than I feel uncomfortable about his post on Day 2 that laid out reasons to suspect me. It made me feel he was innocent, but then Inzil chose to quote Pitch and defend me. Maybe 2-wolves working together, and Pitch was defensive of Inzil. Now Inzil did vote to guard Pitch, but that was the 1st vote for Pitch and it was a 3-way tie with Shasta and Nerwen. I mean on that day it only took 3 votes.
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++Guard Nogrod
Trust him more than anyone else at this point, or maybe just have a more solid read on/ability to read than the rest.
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Deadline. Stop posting.
Wilwarin is dead. Nogrod will be Night Guarded. Nessa will be modfired in the Night.
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Day 5
The people were beginning to lose their original enthusiasm for finding and killing the wolves. Not everyone present spoke ore voted that Day.
It was only Nienna who spoke a lot that Day, and she recalled everything that was said by those that she found suspicious. Everyone chose who they thought was suspicious, but suddenly, at the end of the day, Brinniel cried out "Let's kill Wilwa!" "Yes!" shouted Nienna. "I agree" assented Nogrod. And soon it was decided that Wilwarin would be the one to be killed. "Let's use the gallows!" announced Eönwë. "We haven't had a good hanging in over half a week." And so the village decided that a hanging was the best option, and took Wilwa to the gallows. But as the executioner put the noose around her neck, she shouted, "No! No! Stop this! I'm your hunter! I'm the only one who has a chance of catching your wolves." She took out a bow. It was made of a strange wood that none of the village had ever seen, and shimmered in the evening light. "This bow was given to me by Formendacil the Brave. In secret, he spent many years teaching me how to hunt evil beasts, knowing that we would need someone possessing this knowledge in the future of the village." She took out an arrow from a seemingly concealed quiver. "I have chosen who I believe to be the wolf. I am correct then this will plunge straight into their heart and kill them instantly. She fitted the arrow onto the string, and drew the string back as far as she could. She aimed her bow, was ready. She released the bow, and the arrow sped forwards at an impossible speed. But it stopped at two arm's lengths away, and caught fire. Within seconds, it had turned to ashes, which fell to the ground. "I was wrong this time, but please give me another chance! I will be able to find the real wolves in no time, now that there are less of us here. Please let me have my freedom!" pleaded Wilwarin the Hunter. "Let her have it!" shouted Eönwë The executioner removed the support. Wilwa's eyes opened in shock and panic. Luckily for her, this one was quick, and she immediately slumped forwards, limp and lifeless. "Nooo!" cried Eönwë. "I meant for you to give her her freedom, not kill her! How could you!" Most of the watching villagers suddenly took a step back, aghast at what had just happened. Wilwa's great bow fell from her lifeless hands, and clattered on the floor. It was examined, and was indeed made of some wood unknown to those parts. It had, inscribed upon it, many strange letters and symbols that none could understand. It was indeed a magical bow. They had just killed their hunter, and to no avail. Now the guards took their place outside the house of Boro, waiting for the night to come. Living: A Little Green- the village butcher Boromir88- the village pig farmer Brinniel- the village witch McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild 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) 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) Hakon- the village innkeeper - Innocent Shastanis Althreduin- the village apothecary - Innocent (modfired) Nerwen- a wandering minstrel - Innocent wilwarin538- the village barmaid - Hunter
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Night 6
'Twas a dark night in Upper Downsbury. Eönwë was filled with restlessness, and could not sleep for the entire night. He sensed that something bad was about to happen.
Three silent shadows swept across the deserted streets of the village. The people of the village had switched their lights off, and darkness reigned supreme. It was a starless night, and if any villager had been outside, they would have been able to see nothing, save for a blacker heart of darkness within the darkness. With each day they grew stronger, and the dread that had on the first night only enveloped them now grew and lay upon the entire village like a shroud of death. As well as their power, their confidence had also grown. Whereas before they had crept in the shadows and the corners, now the strolled down the streets, back straight and shoulders and head held high in foul grimaces. It was a cold night, and their breath steamed, but it was barely visible in the darkness. They walked on, their feet leaving no imprint upon the ground. The only thing that a human observer would have seen would have been the red eyes that burned with the hatred of the fires of Angband. But any who would have beheld them would have been filled with an uncontrollable terror for the short time that marked the end of their lives. The large torches that served as street lights at night extinguished themselves as the Werewolves walked past. They were almost in control now, it would only take two more days, and they would overrun the village and its inhabitants, raze its buildings and tear the inhabitants to pieces. And then the reason for the starless night became clear. A flash of lightning in the distance pierced the night. They reached the house of their choice. This was the most luxurious house in the small village, almost twice as large as any other. As they reached forward to open the door, it was opened before them, and in front of them stood a man, clothed in fine armour, sword in hand. Nogrod looked at them fiercely. "You will not kill me, as you have done to the others!" he declared defiantly. Lightning flashed again, this time nearer, and the thunder came, a deep rumble. A strange sound was released by the wolves, a terrible sound, which Nogrod could only assume was laughing. He stood, bolder than ever, staring the evil right in the face. He would not falter. And then one of the wolves stepped forward. It brought its head down to Nogrod's height, and let out a roar. This was no ordinary roar. The roar could be heard across the entire village, waking up most people. A baby could be heard crying the distance. The sheer power of the roar, with the wolf's thick saliva dripping through its teeth, almost knocked Nogrod off his feet, and forced him to take a step back, his head pounding, his ears deaf. But the wolf spoke straight into his mind. Now, old man, you will taste the bitterness of death. "I will not be killed in this way" bellowed Nogrod. Lightning split the sky, directly above them this time. The thunder cracked like the whip of Morgoth and the landscape was lit in the blazing light for an instant. But Nogrod's valiant efforts were in vain. The wolf stepped forwards and bit upon Nogrod's helmet. The teeth punctured and bend the metal as if it were clay. Nogrod stood no chance against such an evil. The creature of darkness bit hard, and ripped Nogrod's head from its body. The body was eaten, but the head kept for a very special purpose. And then the rain started, heavier than had ever been seen before in that land, streaming down in torrents, going down from the rooftops onto the streets, and washing away the blood from Nogrod's doorstep. --- The Werewolves walked back together. The rain had abated slightly, but the icy droplets still fell. But the wolves didn't care. They had just destroyed one of their greatest enemies, and knew that they were in a good position. As they passed a house, they saw Nessa walk out of her door, and plunge a long dagger into herself. "See, they're doing our job for us," said one of the wolves. The two others chuckled hellishly, and feasted upon her flesh. --- Morning broke upon the village, and a bloody sunrise greeted the townspeople. The air was fresh and clean, yet it could be told that foul deeds had been committed that night. And as the villagers assembled in the square, the extent of the night's evil became clear. Standing in the centre of the village square, was the severed head of Nogrod, cloven from its body. The blood had been mixed with the rain, and there was a large reddish-puddle around it. This was the grisly scene that all who assembled that morning beheld. Eönwë addressed the village. "So, we have lost Nogrod," he said solemnly. The people nodded, trying hard, but failing to ignore the terrible sight in front of them. "And I see also that Nessa is missing. This is terrible news, terrible news indeed." The people looked at their mayor, waiting to see the cause of his despair. "This means that we only outnumber the beasts by two." The crowd gasped in realisation. "What it means for us is that we must catch a wolf today, or we are all going to die." A mass-panic hit the village. People were shouting and screaming. Eönwë called for quiet. "Silence! Silence!" he said. "We must have peace today. For today we shall make the most important decision of our lives." And so the discussion began. Living: A Little Green- the village butcher Boromir88- the village pig farmer Brinniel- the village witch McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild Nienna- the village potter Nilpaurion Felagund- the village fool Pitchwife- the village mason satansaloser2005- The village librarian (Mistress of the books) 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) Hakon- the village innkeeper - Innocent Shastanis Althreduin- the village apothecary - Innocent (modfired) Nerwen- a wandering minstrel - Innocent wilwarin538- the village barmaid - Hunter Nessa Telrunya- the village seamstress - Innocent (modfired) Nogrod- the retired bourgeois - Innocent
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Heh, just realised that I basically (not counting Nessa that is) have 1/3 possibility to hit it right.
Okay. Pitchwife then... Quote:
But in the end I must say that apart from the last dot there is no problem (and I'm not sure big one that is). I mean it looks like he suggests there is a contradiction where there isn't one. It's totally in line to think that the wolves wouldn't miss a kill and then suspect the guarded person the next Day. What else would you do with that premise? (So I'm pointing to the "(see above!)" -thing.) Also I do wonder about the last sentence. Saying it "looks creepy" is a bit overdoing it in a wolvish fashion, especially as there really doesn't seem to be anything "creepy" in there. So the whole post looks like more fabricated than real. Pitch managed to help lynching Kit and Legate while voting to guard Boro & me on Days 1 & 2 - and seeing that the wolves had the idea of trying to frame innocents in the beginning to divert our tactics and to try and lynch those protected he got it right with me - and thence possibly with Boro as well? This is interesting as well... He discusses why he isn't suspected as yet in an sarcastic way pointing out all the faults he has made... okay, read yourselves: Quote:
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Okay, I see people are posting and I need a cigarette so I'll stop for a moment. But as you see, I'm actually getting more uneasy with Pitch even if I only scanned a few pages...
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Brinn: I'm not sure whether the Devil's advocate hasn't taken the better of you in your analysis on Wilwa in general (I mean the kind of "developement-story" with Legate might just be genuine reconsideration dawning on her and her trigger-happiness might be a personality-trait) but I think the last one you pointed out about Hakon is indeed worth looking at - and I think I need to see what they did last Evening with Sally as I don't right now remember it.
Okay, now spoiling my lungs for a minute...
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So I don’t think I’ve formed a conclusive enough opinion of Boro but he looks a little fishy. Right now I don’t know if that fishy-ness if wolvery but it is still something to keep our eyes on.
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With only a 1/2 hour to go:
Lynch: Wilwa--> McCaber Nilp--> McCaber (2) McCaber--> Pitchwife Greenie--> Sally Boro--> Pitchwife (2) Still to vote: Brinn, Nessa, Nienna, Nog, Pitchwife, and Sally Guard: Wilwa--> Greenie Nilp--> Boro McCaber--> Nilp Greenie--> Nienna --Greenie-- Nienna Greenie --> Wilwa Boro--> Nog Still to vote: Brinn, Nessa, Nienna, Nog, Pitchwife, and Sally
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Wilwa--> McCaber Nilp--> McCaber (2) McCaber--> Pitchwife Greenie--> Sally Boro--> Pitchwife (2) Still to vote: Brinn, Nessa, Nienna, Nog, Pitchwife, and Sally Guard: Wilwa--> Greenie Nilp--> Boro McCaber--> Nilp Greenie--> Nienna --Greenie-- Nienna Greenie --> Wilwa Boro--> Nog Still to vote: Brinn, Nessa, Nienna, Nog, Pitchwife, and Sally Jacked this from Nienna in order to comment on the options. Lynching: Cabbie: find him really darn suspicious....I'd hate to be wrong two Days in a row though ![]() Pitch: flip flopping on him, so I'm not sure I want to kill him right now....maybe toMorrow Sally: Erm....right.... Guard: Greenie: not sure if I trust her, but I suppose if she's a baddie at least she'll be kept away from her maties Boro: suspicious of him based on....erm, nothing really, but I doubt he'd be the Night kill anyway (Now that I say that, of course.... )Nilp: I could go with this....I'd like to see some more from my prince yet Wilwa: Meh. Nog: Possible. He's good to keep around....and besides, if he's evil....
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Brinn, what was your point on Sally and Wilwa at the end of yesterDay?
Sally made a lot of work to show how suspicious Hakon was and he turned out innocent. Sure. They both voted to guard Nienna - as did Nerwen... But looking at the yesterDay evening I'd say that Nienna was in the middle of the affairs as well. Quote:
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Here, at least mostly.
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Oooo look! A vote count! I'm so glad- Oi, that's my job! ![]() *finishes catching up*
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Nog: I thought that post pretty self-explanatory. At the time I didn't really know where her suspicion of Wilwa was coming from. Today I have asked and found out so am now feeling better about Brinn and worse about Wilwa.
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Two more I ran across with while looking at yesterDay's last hours...
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