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Nogrod · 06-12-2012, 05:47 AM

Should I take it then that G55 or Pitch is a wolf and the mates are now hanging around not willing to take side hoping they will not be forced to make a move (to try and avoid a lynch of their mate if s/he's eventually lynched, or not willing to cast the first stone as there is still hope someone else will be lynched - but would hjoin the wagon if the case is lost?)?

Nogrod · 06-12-2012, 05:50 AM

Voting then...

++ Pitch

EDIT: X'd with Sally...

Legate of Amon Lanc · 06-12-2012, 05:52 AM

Okay... not sure what the vote count is now, but I think G55 is still more creepy than Pitch.

++Galadriel55

EDIT: x-ed with Nog

Nogrod · 06-12-2012, 05:53 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Legate of Amon Lanc

I think G55 is still more creepy than Pitch.

I kind of agree with you here. But the problem for me is that she always is like that and ends up lynched on D1 just because - and more often innocent than not.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 06-12-2012, 05:55 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nogrod

I kind of agree with you here. But the problem for me is that she always is like that and ends up lynched on D1 just because - and more often innocent than not.

I am not sure if that has happened so often in games I have been in, but might be so. Still... let's see.

Kitanna · 06-12-2012, 06:00 AM

“It was Nogrod!” Pitch cried. He pointed a finger to the retired barkeep.

“No, Inzil is in league with the wolves. He'll kill us all.” Menel jumped in.

All day the villagers had argued. Things had been bad when the food started to run out, but now it was getting worse. The Hobbits had come up with the terrible idea of killing the guilty party. A life for a life. Kitanna was dead and someone had to pay.

“Galadriel did it!” Inzil said, trying to keep his calm after unjust accusations from Menel.

“It had to have been Pitch. He's always been a shifty one.” G55 moved to quick to shift the blame from herself. “And he cheated me on a bushel of apples last spring.”

“You're all fools!” Pitch backed himself into a corner. “I didn't kill anybody. You all know it was Nogrod! He's been skulking around here ever since he retired.”

The others exchanged looks. A life for a life. Four Hobbits rushed Pitch, dragging him into the center of the room. They formed a circle around him, jeering, demanding he confess to his crime. Pitch continued to protest. He was innocent, they needed to look into their own hearts for the guilty.

No one was sure after that who threw the mug, but when it hit Pitch's head the villagers descended on him. Most of the blows landed on Pitch, but a few closest to him were struck in the close confines of the circle. They kicked and punched, someone even taking up another mug to smash into his head. After a few minutes they backed off. Pitch's blood pooled around him. His body lifeless.

Lommy and Kath searched his person. They found nothing. There was no baying from wolves outside, no thunder cracking to denote evil had died, no nothing. Pitch had died innocent.

The Dead
Kitanna - Left on the Brandywine to be eaten on Night 1, Moddess
Pitchwife - Beaten to death on Day 1, Ordo

The Living
Shasta
Menel
Glirdan
G55
Nerwen
Legate
Nogrod
Lommy
Inzil
Aganzir
Sally
Kath

Night 2 Begins
Wolves, seer, ranger, and cobbler, PM your picks. Everyone else, sleep.

Kitanna · 06-13-2012, 06:01 AM

Inzil stayed late to clean up the mess left by the unfortunate Pitch's death. There was no need for the villagers to be reminded of their tragic mistake. However, the blood stain wasn't coming up out of the wood despite all his vigorous scrubbing. A rug of sorts would need to be put down before tomorrow.

The door to the tavern opened. The night air stuck in Inzil's throat. The sheer bitterness of it seized his lungs. This weather was too cold for decent Hobbitfolk to live in.

“We're closed and you know it,” he said to the intruder. His eyes never left the blood stain, his hands continuing their work.

“Won't you even serve us a mug of hot cider on a cold night like this?” Three pairs of snow covered Hobbit feet circled Inzil.

He got to his feet and shook his rag in their faces. “Go home to your families! How can you want hot cider or anything else after what we done to poor Pitch today. Get out of here.”

One of the intruders grabbed hold of Inzil's feet, wrestling him to the ground. When he was down another grabbed hold of his feet. The third grabbed a stray scarf and slipped it around Inzil's neck.

The barkeep spurted and choked, trying to kick off his attackers. As the life drained away his fight slowed. As the last breath escaped, there was a brief moment when a third eye shown on his forehead. The three dragged him out into the snow to leave him for their wolfy compatriots.

They went home content in the knowledge they had killed the seer.

The Dead
Kitanna - Left on the Brandywine to be eaten on Night 1, Moddess
Pitchwife - Beaten to death on Day 1, Ordo
Inzil - Strangled on Night 2, Seer

The Living
Shasta
Menel
Glirdan
G55
Nerwen
Legate
Nogrod
Lommy
Aganzir
Sally
Kath

Day 2 Begins
If you did not vote yesterday and do not vote again today you will be modfired

06-12-2012, 05:47 AM	#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	Should I take it then that G55 or Pitch is a wolf and the mates are now hanging around not willing to take side hoping they will not be forced to make a move (to try and avoid a lynch of their mate if s/he's eventually lynched, or not willing to cast the first stone as there is still hope someone else will be lynched - but would hjoin the wagon if the case is lost?)? __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

06-12-2012, 05:50 AM	#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	Voting then... ++ Pitch EDIT: X'd with Sally... __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

06-12-2012, 05:52 AM	#3
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	Okay... not sure what the vote count is now, but I think G55 is still more creepy than Pitch. ++Galadriel55 EDIT: x-ed with Nog __________________ "Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories

06-12-2012, 06:00 AM	#6
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,132	“It was Nogrod!” Pitch cried. He pointed a finger to the retired barkeep. “No, Inzil is in league with the wolves. He'll kill us all.” Menel jumped in. All day the villagers had argued. Things had been bad when the food started to run out, but now it was getting worse. The Hobbits had come up with the terrible idea of killing the guilty party. A life for a life. Kitanna was dead and someone had to pay. “Galadriel did it!” Inzil said, trying to keep his calm after unjust accusations from Menel. “It had to have been Pitch. He's always been a shifty one.” G55 moved to quick to shift the blame from herself. “And he cheated me on a bushel of apples last spring.” “You're all fools!” Pitch backed himself into a corner. “I didn't kill anybody. You all know it was Nogrod! He's been skulking around here ever since he retired.” The others exchanged looks. A life for a life. Four Hobbits rushed Pitch, dragging him into the center of the room. They formed a circle around him, jeering, demanding he confess to his crime. Pitch continued to protest. He was innocent, they needed to look into their own hearts for the guilty. No one was sure after that who threw the mug, but when it hit Pitch's head the villagers descended on him. Most of the blows landed on Pitch, but a few closest to him were struck in the close confines of the circle. They kicked and punched, someone even taking up another mug to smash into his head. After a few minutes they backed off. Pitch's blood pooled around him. His body lifeless. Lommy and Kath searched his person. They found nothing. There was no baying from wolves outside, no thunder cracking to denote evil had died, no nothing. Pitch had died innocent. The Dead Kitanna - Left on the Brandywine to be eaten on Night 1, Moddess Pitchwife - Beaten to death on Day 1, Ordo The Living Shasta Menel Glirdan G55 Nerwen Legate Nogrod Lommy Inzil Aganzir Sally Kath Night 2 Begins Wolves, seer, ranger, and cobbler, PM your picks. Everyone else, sleep. __________________ "Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain Last edited by Kitanna; 06-13-2012 at 05:46 AM.

06-13-2012, 06:01 AM	#7
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,132	Inzil stayed late to clean up the mess left by the unfortunate Pitch's death. There was no need for the villagers to be reminded of their tragic mistake. However, the blood stain wasn't coming up out of the wood despite all his vigorous scrubbing. A rug of sorts would need to be put down before tomorrow. The door to the tavern opened. The night air stuck in Inzil's throat. The sheer bitterness of it seized his lungs. This weather was too cold for decent Hobbitfolk to live in. “We're closed and you know it,” he said to the intruder. His eyes never left the blood stain, his hands continuing their work. “Won't you even serve us a mug of hot cider on a cold night like this?” Three pairs of snow covered Hobbit feet circled Inzil. He got to his feet and shook his rag in their faces. “Go home to your families! How can you want hot cider or anything else after what we done to poor Pitch today. Get out of here.” One of the intruders grabbed hold of Inzil's feet, wrestling him to the ground. When he was down another grabbed hold of his feet. The third grabbed a stray scarf and slipped it around Inzil's neck. The barkeep spurted and choked, trying to kick off his attackers. As the life drained away his fight slowed. As the last breath escaped, there was a brief moment when a third eye shown on his forehead. The three dragged him out into the snow to leave him for their wolfy compatriots. They went home content in the knowledge they had killed the seer. The Dead Kitanna - Left on the Brandywine to be eaten on Night 1, Moddess Pitchwife - Beaten to death on Day 1, Ordo Inzil - Strangled on Night 2, Seer The Living Shasta Menel Glirdan G55 Nerwen Legate Nogrod Lommy Aganzir Sally Kath Day 2 Begins If you did not vote yesterday and do not vote again today you will be modfired __________________ "Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain