Game Thread: TIG XCII - Disaster by the Lake - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Shastanis Althreduin · 12-10-2011, 06:58 PM

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Originally Posted by satansaloser2005

Oh, bother. I was just about to ask what you thought about Shasta.

Love you too, dear.

In any case, here's hoping Bom was a wolf cub? I think we should look at Kit tomorrow as well.

satansaloser2005 · 12-10-2011, 06:59 PM

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Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Love you too, dear.

Well, see, I'd been hunting you, and we could have killed me instead.

Hugs and kisses, pumpkin.

satansaloser2005 · 12-10-2011, 07:00 PM

For the record....

++Nerwen

It's not like it matters now anyway.

satansaloser2005 · 12-11-2011, 08:06 PM

Please note: This should have been posted yesterDay, but, well, you know, things. Still, I wrote the bloody thing, and must share if only for our sweet mod's amusement. I adjusted the math and stuff accordingly, and am still, as always, the backup plan. My loves, I think you'll see what I mean if you think back toward what I have said toDay.

Previously....

“Lynches happen. Every day – don’t they, village?” And now Sally’s voice was stronger as she addressed the group, who one by one heard her words, their vote power still in hand.

The villagers were unsure who to listen to this day, and accusations would soon be flashing in their hands. “Kill the most suspicious,” they all said, advancing.

Sally gave a soft shake of her head. “No,” she corrected. “++Sally.”

It was an odd phrase, and for the moment it brought everyone up short. Besides, what was Sally's plan this time? Where was the trap? “I don’t think I quite understand that.”

Sally held her vote still but she was smiling more deeply now. “I’ll be only too delighted to explain.” It was four against four now. One day left. (There may not even be that. She did not know. He could she know it would work?)

Slowly, carefully, she began to talk....

The reveal....

“I’m going to tell you something once and then whether you die or not is strictly up to you,” Sally said. The others simply stared at her. “What I’m going to tell you is this: kill me, and if you do, then I will take a wolf with me” –she glanced at each villager in turn, finally singling in on one particular person– “and you will be without one more innocent but also with one less wolf, and you will soon be free to go about your business. And if you choose to lynch unwisely, well, then, we will not all leave alive.”

“I expect to lynch a wolf,” Sally's victim said. “I think you are bluffing – you have seen others try this trick and many times it has lead to their victory, so you must doubt that we will actually kill you.”

“Possibly true,” Sally agreed, “and when the lynch comes remember that: I might indeed be bluffing. I could, in fact be saying this because I think I will come under suspicion today, or because I think a fellow to be in danger. All that, weigh carefully.”

“You are only alive now because you said ‘++Sally.’ I want that phrase explained.”

“My pleasure.” It was four against four now. One day left. She hoped she had more. She took a long pause, then started speaking. “Surely, you must have guessed I am no ordinary musician. I am, in fact, the town bard.”

“I am, in fact, not the least surprised or awed.”

“++Sally means this: If you lynch me and I have hunted poorly, death for me. If we lynch and I hunt well, death for me. But death on my terms.”

“Meaning?” Clearly Sally was setting up a trap. Accusations were at the ready.

“There are those of you who are credited with skill as a hunter, though I find that doubtful.”

The wolf smiled. Sally was taunting her. Why?

“And if you had hunted well, then surely, when you hunted before, you must have begun with the realization that you must die. A role with such complexity ends in death and if you paid attention, you would know that that is the only way this game can end. In death. Remember this: I will kill a werewolf. And I am a bard. We have our special tricks with songs.”

It was four against four now. “I am not unfamiliar with arranging lynches.”

“The first mistake you made was killing Inziladun. Then sweet Kath, who had barely even spoken. You attempted to make Aganzir look evil on the next Day. Then, when she protested to your accusations, you killed her as well. Three ordos is a fair average.” And now Sally was beginning to be aware of statistics she had previously not thought of, the fact that even after her death, the odds would not be much better for the village, but she spoke faster nonetheless, looking at each of them again. “Next, they slaughtered Pitchwife in his sleep. Perhaps they thought he had a gift. What next? Claiming Nerwen is the seer? Not even a chance. The game would be over by now. And then toDay there will be another lynch-”

“And then we will kill you, as we killed Bom, and then the game will end in victory?” Nerwen replied. Her fur was now showing.

“Wrong!” Sally’s voice rang across the room. “You will not kill me, because I will offer myself up to be lynched – every villager who lives on will marvel at my strategy, every remaining wolf that cries ‘That Sally, she showed us all’ will reverberate forever in every post on the Grimoire. That is what ‘++Sally’ means. It means that I leave the wolves to finish the game in fear, in terror, in the realization that you were bested by me until you are lynched one by one; so there you have it, villain, there you know, you blankity-blank werewolf, and I say this now, and live or die, it’s up to you: ++Sally!”

The villagers all stared in awe.

It was four against four.

Boromir88 · 12-10-2011, 07:01 PM

Deadline. No more posting.

And seeing how this game is going, what else would Dale's cobbler be but....another village ordo.

LIVING

Galadriel55...Cook.
Greenie...Undertaker.
Kitanna...Cooper.
Loslote...Candlestick Maker.
Nogrod...Wine-maker from Dorwiniondil.
Nerwen...Town crier.
Sally...most prestigious Musician and Poet of Lake-town.
Shasta...Notable miscreant.

DEAD

Boro...King's Secretary - Night 1
Inziladun...Furrier (Ordo) - Day 1
Kath...Baker (Ordo) - Night 2.
Agan...Baker's wife (Ordo) - Day 2
Pitch...Shepherd (Ordo) - Night 3
Bom...cobbler (Ordo) - Day 3

It's Night 4. Wolves talk. Gifteds do your stuff and hope.

(Edit: I also swear there are actually other roles in this village...it's not my dream game of everyone's an ordo and it's last one standing :-p)

Boromir88 · 12-11-2011, 07:00 PM

It was night and the wolves were in deep deliberation knowing that the right kill tonight would mean their victory would be inevitable. After deciding on their victim, as they had done the previous nights, the pack set out while the villagers slept.

They could never shake the feeling of the threat of watchful eyes from above. Yet, they did not know why they should feel a threat from the skies, as nothing had stopped the pack from one of their night-time feasts.

As the wolves drew closer towards their kill, a squawk was cried out and the wolves frozen where they stood looked up to see a great eagle circling down upon them. All creatures of evil feared the proud race of eagles and this was Lord of the Eagles, who was beckoned away from his mountain home to return a favor from one of its mannish friends.

The wolves did not flee immediately knowing what a successful kill would mean to them on this night. But Eagle descended onto a post by the door and blocked the wolves entry. The pack tried to rush the Windlord, but it swatted two of them away with it's wide wings. And Gwaihir latched onto the tail of the third wolf, making the wolf whelp terribly.

The caught wolf bit and clawed, desperately trying to get free of the eagle's grip. The others, appeared to have left their captured packmate to fend for itself, as they were too badly frightened and ran back into hiding. But in a last desperate attempt, the wolf latched on to just enough of the eagle's neck, to get the bird to open its beak. The wolf was free and just wait until it found the other two who had run off it thought.

The village would wake with no death, and knowing they had been saved to at least have one more day to try to change their fortunes. Maybe it was too late, or maybe, just as the great stories tell. The Eagles had come just in the nick of time.

LIVING

Galadriel55...Cook.
Greenie...Undertaker.
Kitanna...Cooper.
Loslote...Candlestick Maker.
Nogrod...Wine-maker from Dorwiniondil.
Nerwen...Town crier.
Sally...most prestigious Musician and Poet of Lake-town.
Shasta...Notable miscreant.

DEAD

Boro...King's Secretary - Night 1
Inziladun...Furrier (Ordo) - Day 1
Kath...Baker (Ordo) - Night 2.
Agan...Baker's wife (Ordo) - Day 2
Pitch...Shepherd (Ordo) - Night 3
Bom...cobbler (Ordo) - Day 3
No Death...Gwaihir save! - Night 4

It is Day 4. There is hope just yet in this cursed place.

satansaloser2005 · 12-11-2011, 07:01 PM

Details. Now.

EDIT: Of both what the heck happened yesterDay (Nog) and what happened last Night (everyone, but a few in particular).

Shastanis Althreduin · 12-11-2011, 07:06 PM

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Originally Posted by satansaloser2005

Details. Now.

EDIT: Of both what the heck happened yesterDay (Nog) and what happened last Night (everyone, but a few in particular).

Gwaihir owes me a favor, so I asked him to watch over G55 last night. Stupid wolves.

So it's four on four, then? Today's vote will decide it all, then, so it doesn't really matter that I'm revealing. All four innocents are going to have to vote together anyway - hopefully G55 knows who the ordo is.

satansaloser2005 · 12-11-2011, 07:09 PM

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Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Gwaihir owes me a favor, so I asked him to watch over G55 last night. Stupid wolves.

So it's four on four, then? Today's vote will decide it all, then, so it doesn't really matter that I'm revealing. All four innocents are going to have to vote together anyway - hopefully G55 knows who the ordo is.

There's my sweet boy. I'm so sorry I didn't trust you, gumdrop. <3

Shastanis Althreduin · 12-11-2011, 07:17 PM

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Originally Posted by satansaloser2005

There's my sweet boy. I'm so sorry I didn't trust you, gumdrop. <3

Yeah, well, what can I say, nobody trusts us miscreants.

By the way, G55, I appreciate the apples. So does Gwaihir. He's partial to pears, too, if there are any in season.

I suppose it ought to be obvious at this point that my heart is a wolf, as well. Dearling, how could you?

I also suspect Kit, after yesterday. But of Lottie/Greenie/Nog I'm not for certain. I'm leaning bad on Lottie just for being so very against Bom being lynched after it was too late to change it, and Nog could definitely make for a very good cobbler... I'd like confirmation, though.

12-10-2011, 07:00 PM	#3
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	For the record.... ++Nerwen It's not like it matters now anyway. __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

12-11-2011, 08:06 PM	#4
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Please note: This should have been posted yesterDay, but, well, you know, things. Still, I wrote the bloody thing, and must share if only for our sweet mod's amusement. I adjusted the math and stuff accordingly, and am still, as always, the backup plan. My loves, I think you'll see what I mean if you think back toward what I have said toDay. Previously.... “Lynches happen. Every day – don’t they, village?” And now Sally’s voice was stronger as she addressed the group, who one by one heard her words, their vote power still in hand. The villagers were unsure who to listen to this day, and accusations would soon be flashing in their hands. “Kill the most suspicious,” they all said, advancing. Sally gave a soft shake of her head. “No,” she corrected. “++Sally.” It was an odd phrase, and for the moment it brought everyone up short. Besides, what was Sally's plan this time? Where was the trap? “I don’t think I quite understand that.” Sally held her vote still but she was smiling more deeply now. “I’ll be only too delighted to explain.” It was four against four now. One day left. (There may not even be that. She did not know. He could she know it would work?) Slowly, carefully, she began to talk.... The reveal.... “I’m going to tell you something once and then whether you die or not is strictly up to you,” Sally said. The others simply stared at her. “What I’m going to tell you is this: kill me, and if you do, then I will take a wolf with me” –she glanced at each villager in turn, finally singling in on one particular person– “and you will be without one more innocent but also with one less wolf, and you will soon be free to go about your business. And if you choose to lynch unwisely, well, then, we will not all leave alive.” “I expect to lynch a wolf,” Sally's victim said. “I think you are bluffing – you have seen others try this trick and many times it has lead to their victory, so you must doubt that we will actually kill you.” “Possibly true,” Sally agreed, “and when the lynch comes remember that: I might indeed be bluffing. I could, in fact be saying this because I think I will come under suspicion today, or because I think a fellow to be in danger. All that, weigh carefully.” “You are only alive now because you said ‘++Sally.’ I want that phrase explained.” “My pleasure.” It was four against four now. One day left. She hoped she had more. She took a long pause, then started speaking. “Surely, you must have guessed I am no ordinary musician. I am, in fact, the town bard.” “I am, in fact, not the least surprised or awed.” “++Sally means this: If you lynch me and I have hunted poorly, death for me. If we lynch and I hunt well, death for me. But death on my terms.” “Meaning?” Clearly Sally was setting up a trap. Accusations were at the ready. “There are those of you who are credited with skill as a hunter, though I find that doubtful.” The wolf smiled. Sally was taunting her. Why? “And if you had hunted well, then surely, when you hunted before, you must have begun with the realization that you must die. A role with such complexity ends in death and if you paid attention, you would know that that is the only way this game can end. In death. Remember this: I will kill a werewolf. And I am a bard. We have our special tricks with songs.” It was four against four now. “I am not unfamiliar with arranging lynches.” “The first mistake you made was killing Inziladun. Then sweet Kath, who had barely even spoken. You attempted to make Aganzir look evil on the next Day. Then, when she protested to your accusations, you killed her as well. Three ordos is a fair average.” And now Sally was beginning to be aware of statistics she had previously not thought of, the fact that even after her death, the odds would not be much better for the village, but she spoke faster nonetheless, looking at each of them again. “Next, they slaughtered Pitchwife in his sleep. Perhaps they thought he had a gift. What next? Claiming Nerwen is the seer? Not even a chance. The game would be over by now. And then toDay there will be another lynch-” “And then we will kill you, as we killed Bom, and then the game will end in victory?” Nerwen replied. Her fur was now showing. “Wrong!” Sally’s voice rang across the room. “You will not kill me, because I will offer myself up to be lynched – every villager who lives on will marvel at my strategy, every remaining wolf that cries ‘That Sally, she showed us all’ will reverberate forever in every post on the Grimoire. That is what ‘++Sally’ means. It means that I leave the wolves to finish the game in fear, in terror, in the realization that you were bested by me until you are lynched one by one; so there you have it, villain, there you know, you blankity-blank werewolf, and I say this now, and live or die, it’s up to you: ++Sally!” The villagers all stared in awe. It was four against four. __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

12-10-2011, 07:01 PM	#5
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Deadline. No more posting. And seeing how this game is going, what else would Dale's cobbler be but....another village ordo. LIVING Galadriel55...Cook. Greenie...Undertaker. Kitanna...Cooper. Loslote...Candlestick Maker. Nogrod...Wine-maker from Dorwiniondil. Nerwen...Town crier. Sally...most prestigious Musician and Poet of Lake-town. Shasta...Notable miscreant. DEAD Boro...King's Secretary - Night 1 Inziladun...Furrier (Ordo) - Day 1 Kath...Baker (Ordo) - Night 2. Agan...Baker's wife (Ordo) - Day 2 Pitch...Shepherd (Ordo) - Night 3 Bom...cobbler (Ordo) - Day 3 It's Night 4. Wolves talk. Gifteds do your stuff and hope. (Edit: I also swear there are actually other roles in this village...it's not my dream game of everyone's an ordo and it's last one standing :-p) __________________ Fenris Penguin Last edited by Boromir88; 12-10-2011 at 07:07 PM.

12-11-2011, 07:00 PM	#6
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	It was night and the wolves were in deep deliberation knowing that the right kill tonight would mean their victory would be inevitable. After deciding on their victim, as they had done the previous nights, the pack set out while the villagers slept. They could never shake the feeling of the threat of watchful eyes from above. Yet, they did not know why they should feel a threat from the skies, as nothing had stopped the pack from one of their night-time feasts. As the wolves drew closer towards their kill, a squawk was cried out and the wolves frozen where they stood looked up to see a great eagle circling down upon them. All creatures of evil feared the proud race of eagles and this was Lord of the Eagles, who was beckoned away from his mountain home to return a favor from one of its mannish friends. The wolves did not flee immediately knowing what a successful kill would mean to them on this night. But Eagle descended onto a post by the door and blocked the wolves entry. The pack tried to rush the Windlord, but it swatted two of them away with it's wide wings. And Gwaihir latched onto the tail of the third wolf, making the wolf whelp terribly. The caught wolf bit and clawed, desperately trying to get free of the eagle's grip. The others, appeared to have left their captured packmate to fend for itself, as they were too badly frightened and ran back into hiding. But in a last desperate attempt, the wolf latched on to just enough of the eagle's neck, to get the bird to open its beak. The wolf was free and just wait until it found the other two who had run off it thought. The village would wake with no death, and knowing they had been saved to at least have one more day to try to change their fortunes. Maybe it was too late, or maybe, just as the great stories tell. The Eagles had come just in the nick of time. LIVING Galadriel55...Cook. Greenie...Undertaker. Kitanna...Cooper. Loslote...Candlestick Maker. Nogrod...Wine-maker from Dorwiniondil. Nerwen...Town crier. Sally...most prestigious Musician and Poet of Lake-town. Shasta...Notable miscreant. DEAD Boro...King's Secretary - Night 1 Inziladun...Furrier (Ordo) - Day 1 Kath...Baker (Ordo) - Night 2. Agan...Baker's wife (Ordo) - Day 2 Pitch...Shepherd (Ordo) - Night 3 Bom...cobbler (Ordo) - Day 3 No Death...Gwaihir save! - Night 4 It is Day 4. There is hope just yet in this cursed place. __________________ Fenris Penguin

12-11-2011, 07:01 PM	#7
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Details. Now. EDIT: Of both what the heck happened yesterDay (Nog) and what happened last Night (everyone, but a few in particular). __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.