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Blossom of Dwimordene
Join Date: Oct 2010
Location: The realm of forgotten words
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Kath > Morsul
Greenie > Pitch Morsul > hS Lommy > hS [2] Legate > Greenie Huinesoron > Greenie [2] Form > Sally Boro > Lottie Lottie > Greenie [3] 11 minutes to go!
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
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Today has been insane and I'm not remotely caught up. Therefore, for the record....
++No one
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Wight of the Old Forest
Join Date: Dec 2008
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If it's between Hui and Greenie, I'd actually (Legate 180 incoming) rather go for Hui just now. Anybody else?
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Wight of the Old Forest
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sally, seriously?
++Hui purely out of my guts because of #92
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The Werewolf's Companion
Join Date: Aug 2009
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Who's left to vote? Just you and Soriman?
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Wight of the Old Forest
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I'm afraid so. Probably too late.
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Blossom of Dwimordene
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Deadline.
Stop posting. Greenie is first to reach vote count and is therefore lynched. Narration to be posted in a few minutes.
All of you commenting on possible cobblers - did you forget there's a cobbler in the game?
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Guardian of the Blind
Join Date: Apr 2010
Location: Where The Skies End
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End Day 1
By 456 of the First Age, Barahir was the champion of a feisty band of outlaws. They had seen betrayal by their own kinsmen, had been hunted like animals by the evil forces of Morgoth, and now had finally (he hoped) found peace at the edges of the Tarn Aeluin. The crisp mountain air and clear blue sky were marred only by the thick black clouds that hung over the nearby mountain range, a grim reminder of the evil that they fought against.
Barahir sighed and turned to his kinsfolk who had spent the day digging three graves and bickering endless amongst themselves. “I like digging holes in gardens, not in graveyards,” a very tired Loslote said. “Why are we digging three holes when there are only two bodies?” Morsul asked. “Technically, Gorlim merely left…” Legate said. “Someone must pay for this treachery!” Sally yelled. “Whomever killed my Gal is going to face judgement.” This was met with a uniform cheer of support. “My friends and relatives,” Barahir began. “Today has indeed been sad. We lost two of our close friends and another has gone off and not returned. Must we make it even worse by killing one of our own on naught but vague suspicion?” The outlaws looked around at each other. They nodded their heads and whispered amongst themselves. “I believe we are all in agreement that someone must die,” Boro said. “But who…?” Lottie asked. “We have a 1/4th chance of killing a wolf”, said Morsul, ever optimistic. “I feel that a blind 1/4 chance of getting a wolf may be a little optimistic though,” Soriman countered. “Hui is giving me bad vibes and a headache,” Lommy said, pinching her temples. “Could someone do something suspicious already?!” “Legate said something earlier about something that happened last year, but it didn’t happen as he said it did.” Pitch chimed in. “And I would know: I was there!” "How about that Greenie ?" Legate asked. "She's giving me bad vibes…" Hui agreed. "I am innocent, I can assure you," Greenie countered. "That's what a wolf would say!" “Then we are mostly in agreement that this is the correct course of action? The two graves shall contain G55 and BG and the third will contain Greenie,” Barahir said. “She has acted the most suspicious over the last Day!” Hui said. "Then so it shall be!" Barahir declared. The outlaws rounded up Greenie as she protested. "You're making a mistake!" She yelled. "Those fiends have misled you!" They carried her over to the third grave, where someone picked up an ax and shoved it deep into her chest. She bleed out quickly and collapsed into the grave. Dead and very, very human. The Living Boro Formendacil Huinesoron Kath Legate Lommy Loslote Morsul Pitch Sally Soriman The Dead Gorlim (NPC/Ghost) Galadriel55 (Night 1) BlindGuardian (Night 1) Greenie (Day 1 - Ordo) It is now Night 2 By the way, there is no cobbler in the game. This was just G55 cobbling from beyond the modsphere.
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Adjust and calibrate when the memories start to fade; Into a carrier signal, origin unknown Last edited by Blind Guardian; 04-22-2021 at 12:48 AM. Reason: Corrected the spelling of Morsul's name, changed some wording, added a sentence; nothing major |
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Blossom of Dwimordene
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Dawn of Day 2
Thus begins the second night of the end of the outlaws of Dorthorion. The werewolves had begun their quest of death and destruction on behalf of the Dark Lord Sauron. Their orders: to slaughter everyone in the camp. The outlaws went to sleep in their huts and tents, thinking that the walls weren’t sturdy enough. Wishing that they had added just a bit more reinforcements. Sleeping with a dagger under their pillow.
The three werewolves had gathered in a darkened corner of the camp and plotted quietly. “We did well!” the smallest one said. “So well! They killed one of their own!” “The Master will be proud!” the largest and furriest wolf whispered proudly. The werewolfs cackled wildly, but quietly. “Now who shall we kill next?” the small one asked, clicking its sharp claws together expectantly. They looked around at the randomly placed tents and huts. Some huts were in nicer repair than others, but most the tents didn’t stand up straight. One, Pitch’s most likely, was almost completely sideways, but somehow defying gravity and still standing. “A seer would be nice.” “But which one contains the sleeping seer?” the small one asked. They sniffed the air, wagging their tails excitedly. “It smells like meat and it’s making me hungry!” “Then let’s eat!” the big one said, lunging for the nearest tent. The clawed and ripped at their prey so viciously the person was dead before the second blow. They dragged their prey over the wall, ripping limb from limb as they went. The rest of the outlaws barely had time to lift their heads from their pillows before the carnage was over. They picked up swords and went running towards the sounds of growls and grunts, but all that remained were blood splattered stones and tufts of hair. ++Formendacil’s sword hilt was gleaming in the faint lamp light, surrounded by wood, fabric, and blood. The Living Boro Huinesoron Kath Legate Lommy Loslote Morsul Pitch Sally Soriman The Dead Gorlim (NPC/Ghost) Galadriel55 (Night 1) BlindGuardian (Night 1) Greenie (Day 1 - Ordo) Formendacil (Night 2 - Ordo) It is now Day 2 As a reminder, Sally and Soriman are required to vote toDay. Sally, if you are having trouble catching up to the game for RL reasons, please let us know. Awesome narration courtesy of BG.
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...Interesting. May Form and Greenie be at peace and you be granted the wisdom to aid our band from beyond the grave.
First point, now that I think about it. I'm not going to listen to any plans from anyone who wants to try to direct the ghosts on what to do for us here. I won't be making any plans and I strenuously suggest no one else does either, but to each their own. Secondly, going to have to see a lot more from sally and Soriman today.
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