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Werewolf Psychic
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water.
Posts: 2,832
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Look at that tie.
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Shasta– ... However, if he's innocent his famous clairvoyant powers must be taking the week off. Meanwhile, the Night-kills have been awfully effective– almost like we're dealing with a psychic wolf... - Nerwen, WW LXXV |
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly
Posts: 5,789
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That's a mighty niccccccce tie there. It would be a shame if something happened to it.
Sorry, I'm just being obnoxious at this point. :/ x'd with Steve
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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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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
Posts: 7,431
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Rofl about this. But yeah, horribly intense situation here.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Deadline
DEADLINE: PLEASE CEASE ALL POSTING!
Huinesoron is moved into quarantine. A narration will follow as soon as possible, hopefully in 15 minutes - half an hour.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Night 3 / Closing Day 2
With the horrifying revelation of there being some Morgoth infected souls deliberately spreading the illness, the nature of discussion changed even more from possible physical symptoms to mental ones. Most everyone was scrutinized by others in depth on what they had said and done the previous Day – and to a lesser degree to even what they had said this Day.
~*~ The discussion was brought to a halt in the afternoon when Brandir came around asking for his grandmother. As soon as people realized that no-one had seen her after midday, people started getting worried. Morwen asked the Nurse and Aerin to take care of the children and joined others in the search. She was nowhere to be found. Finally Algund yelled from the main gates. There was Glóredhel, leaning to a tall oak just outside the Village. She seemed cool and collected, staring somewhere far out of sight. Coming closer Halmir suddenly realized she was not breathing at all. His legs gave up under him and he fell to the muddy ground. “Why! Why the House of Haleth! Why didn’t you take me instead! Be damned Morgoth, and your evil deeds!” He cried, pulling his hair. “She’s withered away from grief…” said Indor quietly: “the way of spirits more delicate than ours”. They carried her body to the old Badger’s cabin just around the corner and tucked her in some blankets. They’d have a decent funeral for her when all this was over. ~*~ “How about if I don’t want to go? Those are probably ill people in there. I don’t want to get infected!” Hareth stared at the crowd wildly. “I’m your mother, for Valar’s sake!” she yelled at her sons standing in front of her. “How dare you!” “You just go” Grithnir said calmly notching an arrow. “Yes, just no sudden movements” echoed Gethron drawing his bow as well. “Do as you’re told mother. If you’re innocent, the Valar will protect you”, Húrin said calmly. “But I am not!” Hareth screamed, eyes glowing red, and jumped on his sons. There was a sharp snap and a soft thud, and another. Hareth fell down with two arrows deep in her thigs. Asgon noticed the brothers were stunned and took the reins. “Sador and Ragnir, take her in, and Aerin, get some towels and herbs for her as she comes back to her senses”. “If she comes back…” Morwen murmured to herself, shaking her head. ~*~ Dead, yes dead Nogrod – “The Badger”, the Mod (dead on Night1) Urwen – Glóredhel, healthy person (withered away in grief during D2) Quarantined Galadriel55 – Andróg, the Cobbler (voted into QT on Day1) Rikae – Haldir, formerly healthy person (infected by the shady Infectors on Night2) Huinesoron - Hareth, Infector (voted into QT on Day2) Hanging around Thinlómien Legate of Amon Lanc Loslote Pitchwife Kath Lhunardawen Inziladun Kitanna A Little Green Boromir88 Lalaith Brinniel Eönwë Macalaure Rune Son of Bjarne THE Ka Satansaloser2005 Shastanis Althreduin It’s now Night 3. Sleep or not, next posting in about 24 hours.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Day 3
That Night the Village slept uneasily. It was not just the threat that kept them awake, but also the excitement of the debate – and naturally the dramatic end of the Day. If Hareth could have fallen under Morgoth’s evil spells, then it could befall on just about anyone. There were horrific thoughts in peoples’ minds that Night: could even Húrin or Huor be, or the children? Lalaith? Morwen was having terrifying nightmares.
Húrin couldn’t sleep beside his wife who kept rolling around in her sheets, and stalked silently outside the Village to be alone for a moment. He watched the starry sky which looked exactly the same it always looked, like anything that was going on down in the Village didn’t mean anything, didn’t change anything. Yet, he was wishing Valar would help him, and it was under the light of the stars he could feel a tiny bit of solace. Suddenly there was a crack somewhere in the woods somewhere near him. Húrin awoke from his dreams and was immediately up and awake. He listened. A deer? He thought he saw something disappearing between the trees maybe thirty yards from him. More noises broke out abruptly from the opposite direction, several of them now. Then there was a yell of pain he recognized too well. “Bro!” Húrin jumped towards the cry drawing his sword as he ran. “Huor! Where are you?” “Take them down! Run!” he heard his brother yelling somewhere to his left as he was running down the slope. Several shapes slipped away into the darkness in different directions. It was impossible to reach them all. Drawing breath Húrin realized he’d get none of them – and Huor was there just beside him, in pain. Húrin sheathed his sword and ran to his brother. “What did they do to you?” Húrin touched Huor’s forehead and fell the heat. Bending down he reached for his eyes. “Who were they? Did you recognize anyone?” Huor shook his head and then suddenly pushed his brother away violently, using an amazing amount of strength for a man in his condition. “Stay away from me!” he cried, breathing heavily. “They got our mother and now they got me. You must live! Listen to me. You shall live for greater things, and for the house of Hador!” The effort was clearly too much for him and he fell back to the ground sweating excessively, slowly passing out. Húrin walked slowly back to the village carrying his half unconscious brother on his back to the Great Hall. With a little help from Asgon, he set his brother into a bench with some blankets and cushions. “What on Arda were you doing out there brother?” Húrin asked Huor when their eyes met. “I thought I was protecting you…” he said with a failing voice, but then managed a faint smile. “It seems it was the other way around this Night. What a failure.” Huor closed his eyes. “I’ll promise this will be set right! And you’ll get better. Trust me.” Huor slept and didn’t answer anymore. Húrin left the Hall not quite sure whether even he believed in his own words. ~*~ Dead, yes dead Nogrod – “The Badger”, the Mod (dead on Night1) Urwen – Glóredhel, healthy person (withered away in grief during Day2) Quarantined Galadriel55 – Andróg, the Cobbler (voted into QT on Day1) Rikae – Haldir, formerly healthy person (infected by the shady Infectors on Night2) Huinesoron – Hareth, an Infector (voted into QT on Day2) Kitanna – Huor, the Ranger (infected in the woods by the Infectors on Night3) Hanging around Thinlómien Legate of Amon Lanc Loslote Pitchwife Kath Lhunardawen Inziladun A Little Green Boromir88 Lalaith Brinniel Eönwë Macalaure Rune Son of Bjarne THE Ka Satansaloser2005 Shastanis Althreduin It’s now Day 3 You are welcome to take on the Thread again.
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Gruesome Spectre
Join Date: Dec 2000
Location: Heaven's doorstep
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Well, no more doubt around KitRanger.
YesterDay's Hueywagon turned out well, but it seemed to me to come out of nowhere. It's the same issue I had with the sudden push on Brinn the previous Day. Adding to my trepidation was the fact that Lottie and Pitch, who I was very wary of, were on it. I tried to consolidate yesterDay's comments, and later, votes on Huey : Quote:
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Shady She-Penguin
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a far land beyond the Sea
Posts: 8,093
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A very expected Night kill outcome, a very unexpected lynch outcome!
![]() I have to confess I was 95% sure Huin would turn out innocent because "Last minute bandwagons are never against wolves" ![]() I don't really see basically any reason for a wolf to vote Huin (except possibly something like the second vote if it looked like it wouldn't gain momentum? I need to have a better look how did it actually go) - I mean it would have been an absolutely unnecessary sacrifice from their pov. Even if Mac is a wolf too, he was surely the more expendable one out of the two with the amount of suspicion he'd garnered, while Huin had largely slipped unnoticed until the last minute bandwagon. Therefore I would look toDay very hard at everyone who voted Mac after Huin got the first vote. Those were the people who protected Huin and there's almost certain to be AT LEAST one wolf in there, possibly more. edit: xed with both
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Werewolf Psychic
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water.
Posts: 2,832
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Mac's voters are almost all universally null to me.
Hui's voters have an almost equal mix of people I trust and people I don't. Neat.
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