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Blossom of Dwimordene
Join Date: Oct 2010
Location: The realm of forgotten words
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And whoa, the votes.
Can I just say, Bad idea? I will turn out to be *very* innocent.
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Reflection of Darkness
Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull.
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Sorry, G55. I don't really find you that suspicious, but I need to save myself.
++Galadriel55
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Blossom of Dwimordene
Join Date: Oct 2010
Location: The realm of forgotten words
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I am the Ranger. Are you gonna waste the lynch?
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Gruesome Spectre
Join Date: Dec 2000
Location: Heaven's doorstep
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*facepalm*
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Blossom of Dwimordene
Join Date: Oct 2010
Location: The realm of forgotten words
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Not that I would be able to save you now anyways, but at least I would have to be a "wasted" Night kill rather than a lynch, which should be for a wolf.
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Reflection of Darkness
Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull.
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The Werewolf's Companion
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: The Moon
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Oh heck.
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Gruesome Spectre
Join Date: Dec 2000
Location: Heaven's doorstep
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x/d with Brinn
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So am I... A lot of possibilities were said in that sliver of time.
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As for Rikae's vote, looking back without the pressure of the DL, you can see that with the amount of attention G55 gave about that bait post and breaking down the interaction into a more distracting tit-for-tat. Rikae most likely had a hint G55 was a cobbler, even going so far to poke at G55 with, 'A wolf should know not to fall for it, right?'. Rikae had earlier outlined this as well for her Brinn vote reasoning in post #148: Quote:
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G55-cobbler could have done so for a myriad of reasons, as we now have the benefit of some hindsight. Echo others, throw blame back for suspicion on them and Pitch, or to possibly see amongst those hiding in the shadow of their arguments who was leaning towards villager or wolf to either help or hinder. Rikae's reasons are rather interesting, as I don't get the hint in their writing that they've quite confirmed on G55 being a cobbler at that point until G55 really started directing their arguments that way later on. Did they use the 'fake-vote' for Brinn at that time out of true suspicion, a nudge to get Brinn to defend themselves/interact more, or to see who else would argue against/for? I'll admit I made my vote on similar suspicions, because of who was clustering around G55 and Rikae then and later during the height of their argument. It just was entirely too convenient a place to hide nearing the DL that wasn't involved some way in the G-P-L debate. Quote:
As for temptation as a sort of rebuttal against their vote for G55 (obviously for reasons other than game play), that could be a possibility as well, but cloaked in a flimsy argument so as not to seem non-game related and due to limited time. Only say this as someone who remembers when we had to stop playing WW due to personal arguments bleeding over into gameplay. Either way, it's not in good taste.
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Wight of the Old Forest
Join Date: Dec 2008
Location: Unattended on the railway station, in the litter at the dancehall
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Oh frell.
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The Werewolf's Companion
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: The Moon
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Brinn is the only viable option who hasn't claimed to be the Ranger. Vote Brinn if you haven't voted yet. I'm sorry if you're innocent Brinn.
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Gruesome Spectre
Join Date: Dec 2000
Location: Heaven's doorstep
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Has everyone voted?
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly
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I've been stuck on a call!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly
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Because I can't catch up in time and I'll do anything to save the maybe ranger.
++Brinn I do not like this at all, but it's the best I can do right now.
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"My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.
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Laconic Loreman
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Uhh
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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DEADLINE: PLEASE CEASE ALL POSTING!
All the votes cast with a timestamp of xx:00 are counted, all later votes are disqualified. A narration will follow as soon as possible, in about half an hour. ADD: Both Brinn and G55 ended up with 7 votes, but because G55 reached the votes earlier, she will be quarantined.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Closing Day1 / start Night 2
Instead of performing immediately some examinations to find out who’s being infected and who’s not, the Villagers got stuck in discussions on how to actually identify those diseased, and what would be general symptoms that could reveal it. But interestingly enough, from there they went on lengths discussing different approaches on how to vote for it (sic!), and even if everyone should keep personal lists of their suspicions to be read out aloud to others. There were even separate discussions on how the quarantined would do in their seclusion and should they be listened to, or whether they should look for other diseases now that they had started to think of health-issues in the first place.
Even if most of the Day went on with people showing a brave face and acting light-heartedly, it was easy to feel the heightening tensions inside everyone’s heart – well, most everyone. And to the dismay of Húrin, there were even a few minor brawls between some of the people. It was not fitting that people would go after each other under his roof. Especially Andróg's abrasiveness soon started to rub many people the wrong way. In the end it did it so badly, that many people seemed to have forgotten that they were searching for physically sick, not mentally repellent people. But when there in the end was a vote – against Húrin’s and Huor’s wishes who had pledged for unanimity to the end - Andróg was the one looking to get the vote. As a last straw Andróg pleaded the less powerful of the village to save him for he would protect them against the malice of both Morgoth and the lords. That didn't work, but a wildly protesting Andróg was taken away. ~*~ There were not that many suitable places in the village to hold possibly numerous people in quarantine, as any small hut would not do. Finally, Húrin decided it would be his Hall where the presumed sick would be isolated from others. The healthy people could gather outside or at the barn, but the sick needed the best. “They will still be our family, kinsmen and friends, for I fear this decision didn't quite save the day for us yet. So let us give them a decent place to suffer the isolation. I do not see any celebrations we’d need the Hall for anyway.” Thus Andróg was locked inside the hall and the door was bolted. It seems many people who wanted him there were right about one thing: he didn’t have the best of the Village in mind. Instead he hated everyone and especially wanted the villagers to drown into the disease. Galadriel55 was Andróg aka. the Cobbler. Dead, yes dead Nogrod – “The Badger”, The Mod (dead on Night1) Quarantined Galadriel55, Andróg, The Cobbler (voted into QT on Day1) Hanging around Thinlómien Legate of Amon Lanc Huinesoron Loslote Pitchwife Kath Lhunardawen Inziladun Kitanna A Little Green Boromir88 Urwen Lalaith Brinniel Eönwë Macalaure Rikae Rune Son of Bjarne THE Ka Satansaloser2005 Shastanis Althreduin It’s now Night 2 Nightly folks, do your worse / best. The rest, try to sleep if you can. NB. The characters of the narrations will follow their personalities and commitments based on the legendarium, not the actions or words of the players in the game whom they are paired with. The game you play just directs their destinies and thus creates the narrative.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Day2
In the morning the Villagers found the Chieftain of Haladin leaning backwards on the stairs of the Great Hall, staring emptily nowhere in particular, pale and sweating, breathing heavily.
“They came to me at Night…”, Haldir forced himself to speak as he saw his father’s face leaning over him. “They took me by surprise and there were too many of them… they blindfolded me and they bit me… they made cuts in me with knives and… they… they licked the wounds…” His voice failed for a moment. “It was a nightmare…” “Haldir!” Glóredhel ran forwards from the crowd but fell trembling on her knees. Hareth tried to wrestle her father away from her brother. “You must stay away from him! Father do you hear me!” With the help of Huor’s strong hands they managed to draw the sobbing old man away from his son and heir. Back in the crowd Morwen hushed Túrin to go and take little Brandir away: “Just go and don’t let him any near his grandparents, please Túrin! You like Brandir, right? It is for his own good he stays away from there! Be a big boy now, go!” As both Halmir and Glóredhel had been moved farther away from poor Haldir, and little Túrin did take care of Brandir pulling him away from the circle around his grandfather, Húrin stepped forwards. “These are evil tidings. So it’s not only an Evil Breath spreading – there are some cursed people behind it spreading it on purpose! People strong enough to overpower uncle Haldir together” There was a moment of total silence. A short warble of a chaffinch felt like mockery in their ears. A voice from another world. “Let’s pull him in to the Hall, but be careful!” Húrin added, looking to his household staff. Looking then around the crowd he added sternly: “We’ll do it”. With that also blind Ragnir nodded. He knew his masters call. “No, no, godchild…” Haldir murmured under heavy breath. “Don’t you anyone risk yourselves. Your destinies lie higher than withering away in this little village.” He managed a thin smile, even if it wasn’t exactly reassuring, if that was what it was meant to be. “I can creep or crawl in… if you just open the door.” With that he started slowly turning around trying to get on all fours. Húrin hesitated, but then nodded to his servants, and Sador hurried to open the heavy door to the Hall. The people watched silently by as Haldir crawled slowly up the few stairs hissing and puffing, clearly in great pain and looking far too weak to make it – but still he did it. There were tears of compassion in everyone’s eyes when Sador finally closed the door after Haldir had disappeared inside. It took some time for Húrin to gather himself, but in the end he managed to steady his voice: “Come, eat and drink in the barn to strengthen yourselves. We have a long Day ahead of us.” ~*~ Dead, yes dead Nogrod – “The Badger”, the Mod (dead on Night1) Quarantined Galadriel 55 – Andróg, the Cobbler (voted into QT on Day1) Rikae – Haldir, formerly healthy person (infected by the shady Infectors on Night2) Hanging around Thinlómien Legate of Amon Lanc Huinesoron Loslote Pitchwife Kath Lhunardawen Inziladun Kitanna A Little Green Boromir88 Urwen Lalaith Brinniel Eönwë Macalaure Rune Son of Bjarne THE Ka Satansaloser2005 Shastanis Althreduin It is now Day2. The word is free.
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