WW LXXXII: Return to Tol-in-Gaurhoth - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Eönwë · 10-06-2010, 01:59 PM

Ok, well I've kind of caught up, but I had to skim read most of the second page.

There's a few comments I'd like to make before anything else.

1. Why Shasta? I really don't find him suspicious at all. I mean, yes, he's defensive, but he just seems like normal innocent Shasta. In fact, he just seems like an easy Day 1 lynch, and I think it's quite likely that one of the Shasta-voters is a wolf who had to vote early.

But then again, this is worse:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Boromir88

I think I'm going go random with this vote

Saying your about to make a random vote is never good, because it seems like your covering yourself against any future effects that might have. So even a little suspicion right now is better than voting randomly.

2. Secondly, all this Cobbler-talk is quite interesting- especially seeing as some people seem like they're changing what their saying to seem more innocent and in line with the crowd.

As for my opinion, I think we should just vote for who seems suspicious, because generally the cobblers seem even more suspicious than wolves, so we'll probably lynch them before the wolves- though obviously it would be much better for us if the wolves kill the cobbler first.

edit: x-ed since Nog's #92

Eönwë · 10-06-2010, 02:00 PM

Well, since Shasta's going to vote and there's no chance of changing anything, I might as well not vote, especially since I haven't really got any true suspicions yet.

edit: x-ed with Moddess and finished sentence

Thinlómien · 10-06-2010, 02:35 PM

So they sat down and talked and accusations slowly gathered speed, until when the hint of light grew almost undectable half of the Elves were convinced Shastanis, one of the hunters, was evil.

"He is a strange guy," Loslote said in a quiet voice.
"Yes, just keeps to himself," echoed Inziladun.
"Poor boy! It must be his lack of parents and proper upringing that made him like that," speculated Glirdan.
"It's not the lack of parents that makes him disturbing," said Pitch. "It's the snake."
"Yes," said Green decisively. Which such a likeness to an opossum, she was secretly afraid Shastanis's pet snake might eat her.
"So we shall kill him to save ourselves and his soul," Nogrod concluded solemnly.

Upon hearing his doom, Shastanis stood up quietly. He knew there was no changing the opinion of his companions, yet he wondered...

"I believe you are making a grave mistake," he said quietly. "You can still stop this folly."
"No one can stop this folly," Wilwarin said. "I wish I was safely in the Halls of Mandos..."
"That's where he shall be soon!" the girl Loslote cried out and everybody turned to her. She said: "There is a crack on the floor next to the place I sleep. I do not know how deep it is, but it is deep. Let us cast him there."
"Yes," confirmed Inziladun, and that was all that was needed for Glirdan and Skip to grasp Shastanis and lead him to the direction Loslote was pointing to.

"Please, let me have my last word to you, my friends..." Shastanis said, but Pitch covered his mouth with his hand. "Enough of these evil words, let him be silenced for ever."
Shastanis tried to fight, but Glirdan and Skip held onto him and dragged him to the edge of the crack, the pit in a pit.
The small green snake, hiding until now, darted out from the layers of Shastanis's folded hood, but even quicker than it, the veteran hunter Green snatched it and broke its neck. "Done with the devil," she muttered.
Shastanis let out a wail that was barely muffled by Pitch's hand.
"Let Mandos judge you fairly," Nogrod said. "Namárië."
And with those words Glirdan and Skip pushed Shastanis to the pit.

He screamed, and then there was sickening thump.

"I think he's dead," Ozban said quietly.

Just at the same moment, they heard a few broken notes echoing from the pit. With sickening hearts, they recalled they had heard the tune before, last night and it had brought a little comfort to their nightmare-ridden sleep. Now it was fading away.

"I... I am sorry... so sorry I failed you..." they heard Shastanis's voice echo from the bottom of the pit. Every syllable was an effort for the dying man. "I... I was meaning to tell you that... that last night... I discovered... in a dream... that..."

There was a silence.

"That what?" Boromir shouted.

Only the dulled echo of his words answered. The dreamer of dreams once know as the Seer was gone.

~*~

Night2 has started. Wolves, feel free to start PMing and you and the remaining gifteds may send your picks. Everybody shush up on the thread until dawn!

The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1

The Living
Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Glirdan - local batty scholar
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Legate - jeweller with an affinity to the colour white
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nerwen - young and impatient hunter who makes animal statues of wood and likes the colour green
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Pitch - furrier
Skip - an admirer of Finduilas's
Wilwarin - hunter

10-06-2010, 02:00 PM	#2
Eönwë Flame Imperishable Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Right here Posts: 3,928	Well, since Shasta's going to vote and there's no chance of changing anything, I might as well not vote, especially since I haven't really got any true suspicions yet. edit: x-ed with Moddess and finished sentence __________________ Welcome to the Barrow Do-owns Forum / Such a lovely place

10-06-2010, 02:35 PM	#3
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Night2 falls So they sat down and talked and accusations slowly gathered speed, until when the hint of light grew almost undectable half of the Elves were convinced Shastanis, one of the hunters, was evil. "He is a strange guy," Loslote said in a quiet voice. "Yes, just keeps to himself," echoed Inziladun. "Poor boy! It must be his lack of parents and proper upringing that made him like that," speculated Glirdan. "It's not the lack of parents that makes him disturbing," said Pitch. "It's the snake." "Yes," said Green decisively. Which such a likeness to an opossum, she was secretly afraid Shastanis's pet snake might eat her. "So we shall kill him to save ourselves and his soul," Nogrod concluded solemnly. Upon hearing his doom, Shastanis stood up quietly. He knew there was no changing the opinion of his companions, yet he wondered... "I believe you are making a grave mistake," he said quietly. "You can still stop this folly." "No one can stop this folly," Wilwarin said. "I wish I was safely in the Halls of Mandos..." "That's where he shall be soon!" the girl Loslote cried out and everybody turned to her. She said: "There is a crack on the floor next to the place I sleep. I do not know how deep it is, but it is deep. Let us cast him there." "Yes," confirmed Inziladun, and that was all that was needed for Glirdan and Skip to grasp Shastanis and lead him to the direction Loslote was pointing to. "Please, let me have my last word to you, my friends..." Shastanis said, but Pitch covered his mouth with his hand. "Enough of these evil words, let him be silenced for ever." Shastanis tried to fight, but Glirdan and Skip held onto him and dragged him to the edge of the crack, the pit in a pit. The small green snake, hiding until now, darted out from the layers of Shastanis's folded hood, but even quicker than it, the veteran hunter Green snatched it and broke its neck. "Done with the devil," she muttered. Shastanis let out a wail that was barely muffled by Pitch's hand. "Let Mandos judge you fairly," Nogrod said. "Namárië." And with those words Glirdan and Skip pushed Shastanis to the pit. He screamed, and then there was sickening thump. "I think he's dead," Ozban said quietly. Just at the same moment, they heard a few broken notes echoing from the pit. With sickening hearts, they recalled they had heard the tune before, last night and it had brought a little comfort to their nightmare-ridden sleep. Now it was fading away. "I... I am sorry... so sorry I failed you..." they heard Shastanis's voice echo from the bottom of the pit. Every syllable was an effort for the dying man. "I... I was meaning to tell you that... that last night... I discovered... in a dream... that..." There was a silence. "That what?" Boromir shouted. Only the dulled echo of his words answered. The dreamer of dreams once know as the Seer was gone. ~~ Night2 has started. Wolves, feel free to start PMing and you and the remaining gifteds may send your picks. Everybody shush up on the thread until dawn! The Dead Thinlómien* (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1 Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1 The Living Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum Boromir - incompetent gatewarden Eönwë - hunter Glirdan - local batty scholar Inziladun - weaponsmith Legate - jeweller with an affinity to the colour white Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair Nerwen - young and impatient hunter who makes animal statues of wood and likes the colour green Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund Pitch - furrier Skip - an admirer of Finduilas's Wilwarin - hunter