WWJ II: Welcome to Lower Tadfield. The Apocalypse has Now Begun. - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Kitanna · 10-18-2005, 06:33 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Eonwe

um i happen to agree with sr. what good is stabbing in the dark the whole game through. logic. tell me why. what is behind it all? that is what we need to see, cold hard logic. we won't get anywere without it. but there is a great derth of that Day one.

I am not talking about taking random stabs in the dark every day. I am talking about the fact on day one if someone does not get the ball rolling then we will start each day as clueless as we were the day before.

WaynetheGoblin · 10-18-2005, 06:42 PM

Well I missed a lot. It looks to me that it is a theer way tie. If someone dosent vote to break the tie then three die and we cant do that.

WaynetheGoblin · 10-18-2005, 06:46 PM

Sorry for the double post. After a little thinking I will vote. Mostly I just voted for her bacause it is tar first game and I dont suspect glirden.
++marcolian.

sotty · 10-18-2005, 06:56 PM

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Originally Posted by WaynetheGoblin

Sorry for the double post. After a little thinking I will vote. Mostly I just voted for her bacause it is tar first game and I dont suspect glirden.
++marcolian.

I think if you want this to count Wayne you need to bold the name and but vote in the message title

cross posted with Tar-ancalime and malkatoj

Márcolië Lamen · 10-18-2005, 07:01 PM

Come on, break the tie and let me live. I want to at least get a role.
I know I'll be dead by tomarrow so I'll share now.
<- mytho

malkatoj · 10-18-2005, 07:01 PM

~~~TIME~~~

Expect Glirdan and DEATH's deaths shortly.

Hiriel · 10-18-2005, 07:28 PM

Crapberries! Sorry all. Thought it was GMT - 6 for some reason. Damn, I ment to vote with an hour to spare! Very sorry, all.

tar-ancalime · 10-18-2005, 07:30 PM

Me too! I think I must have forgotten about daylight savings time or something. Sorry, all!

malkatoj · 10-18-2005, 07:40 PM

The sun began to set on Lower Tadfield as the villagers cast their votes, hoping that they would kill a werewolf. One by one, Malkatoj's ghost floated through their walls, telling them to hurry up and get outside. She added to each as she left, "It's cold outside, you'll need a sweater. A sweater..." and floated away.

Finally, the villagers gathered in a circle around the two mods, each equipped with a weapon. Two villagers brought up the people to be lynched.

"Two, eh? In the first night? Well, that's interesting," remarked Abercrombie as she surveyed the crowd.

Suddenly a great commotion rose as Glirdan tried to escape. "I don't want to die! I'm too young! I'm innocent, really!" he protested. One of the villagers, seeing this, lost control and fired a 24-carat golden bullet into his chest. Watching him grow cold, they soon realized that they had killed an innocent.

"Well, there's the other one!" yelled Rune Son of Bjarne, hoping that Márcolië Lamen would be their wolf. DEATH was brought to the middle of the circle. The village was silent in anticipation. As Bergil raised an axe, Malkatoj floated forward, pausing the swing.

"Márcolië Lamen..." she said. "Do you have any last requests? Any at all?"

"Yes, Modkatoj, I do." The entire village stared, confused--why hadn't Glirdan gotten a last request? Finally they understood as Márcolië uttered one word: "Shelob."

"Wait--you want to be Shelob? You could have been anything! Wolf, or seer, or hunter or whatever. And you choose Shelob? A giant spider? Disgusting!" Malkatoj was enraged as to why her Mythomaniac would choose to be a spider.

"No, no, not the spider Shelob. The other Barrow-Downer. I want to be her," Márcolië explained.

"But she's not even--Oh. You make me sad. So be it...come, Abercrombie." With that, the Mod and her backup floated away from the village.

"But we have to kill Márcolië!" shouted the villagers, as they stared at their disappearing Mods and forgot about DEATH. When they finally decided to pay attention, they caught her just as she disappeared from existence, completely and entirely. "But that means...if it's Shelob...it was never here in the first place?" questioned one very astute villager. Then another pointed out, "DEATH is gone...nobody can die now."

"But it's not gone. It just...vanished. It's not dead...it's gone for a walk, you might say. We can still die..." ventured Holbytlass, realizing what had happened.

ALIVE:
Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.'
Rune Son of Bjarne, Traveling Cheese Juggler
Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly
WaynetheGoblin. Scientist.
Gurthang. Peddler.
Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield.
Sotty. School teacher
Tar-ancalime. Crone.
Eonwe. Friendly undertaker.
Holbytlass, f. tanner.
Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects.
THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher.
Kitanna. Historian.

DEAD:
Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
Glirdan (ordinary) Shot with a 24-carat gold bullet on DAY one.
Márcolië Lamen (Shelob/Mytho) Vanished from ever having existed in Lower Tadfield on DAY one.

IT IS NOW NIGHT. Wolves, start PMing. I need a name from the wolves, the seer, the ranger and the hunter. Please remember to look over the rules in Post 1 before tomorrow, and don't post until the NIGHT's death.

malkatoj · 10-19-2005, 07:12 PM

It was a long, cold night in Lower Tadfield. As day broke, the villagers stretched their arms and rubbed their sleepless eyes. Each one had his fair share of stumbling into walls from being too tired, and some just outright fell asleep. Alas, they were too nervous to stay that way. They knew that a werewolf attack could occur at any time.

The villagers gathered in the town square and began to count. Due to everyone’s constant falling asleep and being bleary-eyed to the extent that they couldn’t see correctly, nobody really got a straight count until finally Hiriel found a solution: “Does anyone have coffee?” he asked. When he saw the blank looks on everyone’s faces, he understood that no, the village was severely lacking in this food staple.

After a little chatting (and snoring) about where to get coffee, or really anything that would wake them up, Sleepy Ranger remembered something. “Guys…that, you know, that guy I was with. With the cart and all…selling stuff…Gurthang. He’s a peddler, right? Who’s to say he can’t sell coffee?” Sleepy Ranger was of course used to needing to wake up, so the villagers listened to him.

Sleepy led the way to Gurthang’s cart, getting a little lost on the way. Everyone was alert in only one aspect: wolves—any movements made by anyone else caught their attention, and when they realized that it wasn’t a wolf, the fell back into their stupor.

Finally they arrived at the cart. A friendly face greeted them, as always, from inside and the villagers started ordering their coffee. But the friendly face did not change. WaynetheGoblin grabbed a long stick and poked Gurthang’s face—was he asleep like the rest of them? Sleepy walked to the back of the cart and opened up the door. As soon as it was fully open, Gurthang’s body fell to the ground. Sleepy called the other villagers over to look.

“Wolves,” said THE Ka, settling the wolf-Balrog dilemma. “Look,” she continued, pointing at a distinct paw print on Gurthang’s shoulder.

ALIVE:
Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.'
Rune Son of Bjarne, Traveling Cheese Juggler
Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly
WaynetheGoblin. Scientist.
Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield.
Sotty. School teacher
Tar-ancalime. Crone.
Eonwe. Friendly undertaker.
Holbytlass, f. tanner.
Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects.
THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher.
Kitanna. Historian.

DEAD:
Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
Glirdan (ordinary) Shot with a 24-carat gold bullet on DAY one.
Márcolië Lamen (Shelob/Mytho) Vanished from ever having existed in Lower Tadfield on DAY one.
Gurthang (ordinary) Mauled by werewolves on NIGHT two.

IT IS NOW DAY. I shall expect your votes in in 24 hours' time (9:00 GMT-5). Remember: Any names mentioned in the death have nothing to do with anything unless they're the ones dying.

Márcolië Lamen · 10-18-2005, 06:49 PM

votes

Tar-2
Glirdan-2
Sleepy Ranger-1
wilwa-1
DEATH-2

So to break the three way tie
++Glirdan
because you've played more of two to choose from and It'd be fairer to let a new person play

Rune Son of Bjarne · 10-18-2005, 06:49 PM

I realy hate this first day. There is nothing "real" to vote by.

You guys are making this realy hard for me, You have made me a bit suspisios of Glirdan and think less ill of DEATH. I will let Tar-ancalime go for this time, but lets see tomorrow.

arrg I will just go with my first thught.

++DEATH
aka
Márcolië Lamen

Eonwe · 10-18-2005, 06:51 PM

well that didn't do much good. someone needs to rebreak our tie. have at it guys..

SunniGadi · 10-18-2005, 06:52 PM

Hey!

It's more than likely too late for me to join...heheh....and I hope no one gets mad t me for posting, but just letting you know I'm here.

malkatoj · 10-18-2005, 06:54 PM

Okay, so current voting is as follows:
Tar: 2
Glirdan: 3
Sleepy: 1
Wilwarin: 1
Marcolie: 3

Here is how to vote: The title of your post MUST be 'Vote.' Then it goes like this:
++NAME
Capitals, I don't care so much about. IF THE NAME IS SPELLED WRONG IT DOES NOT COUNT. Simply because they're right there and you should be able to look at it.

Remember that there ARE double lynchings, but no triple lynchings, so if there is a three-way tie then the first two voted for get lynched. Thanks!

10-18-2005, 06:42 PM	#2
WaynetheGoblin Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: far far away Posts: 275	Well I missed a lot. It looks to me that it is a theer way tie. If someone dosent vote to break the tie then three die and we cant do that. __________________ if your happy im happy if your sad im sad if you jump of a cliff i watch

10-18-2005, 06:46 PM	#3
WaynetheGoblin Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: far far away Posts: 275	Sorry for the double post. After a little thinking I will vote. Mostly I just voted for her bacause it is tar first game and I dont suspect glirden. ++marcolian. __________________ if your happy im happy if your sad im sad if you jump of a cliff i watch

10-18-2005, 07:01 PM	#5
Márcolië Lamen Wight Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Nwy, land of the llamas Posts: 109	Come on, break the tie and let me live. I want to at least get a role. I know I'll be dead by tomarrow so I'll share now. <- mytho __________________ Here there be turtle-dragons

10-18-2005, 07:01 PM	#6
malkatoj Wight Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A hovel in Florin Posts: 173	~~~TIME~~~ Expect Glirdan and DEATH's deaths shortly. __________________ Now, mostly dead is slightly alive. Now, all dead...well, with all dead, there's usually only one thing that you can do--Go through his clothes and look for loose change.

10-18-2005, 07:28 PM	#7
Hiriel Wight Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Sleeping in the South, dreaming of Umbar Posts: 135	Crapberries! Sorry all. Thought it was GMT - 6 for some reason. Damn, I ment to vote with an hour to spare! Very sorry, all. __________________ Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising 4 8 15 16 23 42 ~Proud Lostaway

10-18-2005, 07:30 PM	#8
tar-ancalime Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: abaft the beam Posts: 303	Me too! I think I must have forgotten about daylight savings time or something. Sorry, all! __________________ Having fun wolfing it to the bitter end, I see, gaur-ancalime (lmp, ww13)

10-18-2005, 07:40 PM	#9
malkatoj Wight Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A hovel in Florin Posts: 173	The sun began to set on Lower Tadfield as the villagers cast their votes, hoping that they would kill a werewolf. One by one, Malkatoj's ghost floated through their walls, telling them to hurry up and get outside. She added to each as she left, "It's cold outside, you'll need a sweater. A sweater..." and floated away. Finally, the villagers gathered in a circle around the two mods, each equipped with a weapon. Two villagers brought up the people to be lynched. "Two, eh? In the first night? Well, that's interesting," remarked Abercrombie as she surveyed the crowd. Suddenly a great commotion rose as Glirdan tried to escape. "I don't want to die! I'm too young! I'm innocent, really!" he protested. One of the villagers, seeing this, lost control and fired a 24-carat golden bullet into his chest. Watching him grow cold, they soon realized that they had killed an innocent. "Well, there's the other one!" yelled Rune Son of Bjarne, hoping that Márcolië Lamen would be their wolf. DEATH was brought to the middle of the circle. The village was silent in anticipation. As Bergil raised an axe, Malkatoj floated forward, pausing the swing. "Márcolië Lamen..." she said. "Do you have any last requests? Any at all?" "Yes, Modkatoj, I do." The entire village stared, confused--why hadn't Glirdan gotten a last request? Finally they understood as Márcolië uttered one word: "Shelob." "Wait--you want to be Shelob? You could have been anything! Wolf, or seer, or hunter or whatever. And you choose Shelob? A giant spider? Disgusting!" Malkatoj was enraged as to why her Mythomaniac would choose to be a spider. "No, no, not the spider Shelob. The other Barrow-Downer. I want to be her," Márcolië explained. "But she's not even--Oh. You make me sad. So be it...come, Abercrombie." With that, the Mod and her backup floated away from the village. "But we have to kill Márcolië!" shouted the villagers, as they stared at their disappearing Mods and forgot about DEATH. When they finally decided to pay attention, they caught her just as she disappeared from existence, completely and entirely. "But that means...if it's Shelob...it was never here in the first place?" questioned one very astute villager. Then another pointed out, "DEATH is gone...nobody can die now." "But it's not gone. It just...vanished. It's not dead...it's gone for a walk, you might say. We can still die..." ventured Holbytlass, realizing what had happened. ALIVE: Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.' Rune Son of Bjarne, Traveling Cheese Juggler Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly WaynetheGoblin. Scientist. Gurthang. Peddler. Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield. Sotty. School teacher Tar-ancalime. Crone. Eonwe. Friendly undertaker. Holbytlass, f. tanner. Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects. THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher. Kitanna. Historian. DEAD: Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1 AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1 Glirdan (ordinary) Shot with a 24-carat gold bullet on DAY one. Márcolië Lamen (Shelob/Mytho) Vanished from ever having existed in Lower Tadfield on DAY one. IT IS NOW NIGHT. Wolves, start PMing. I need a name from the wolves, the seer, the ranger and the hunter. Please remember to look over the rules in Post 1 before tomorrow, and don't post until the NIGHT's death. __________________ Now, mostly dead is slightly alive. Now, all dead...well, with all dead, there's usually only one thing that you can do--Go through his clothes and look for loose change. Last edited by malkatoj; 10-18-2005 at 07:44 PM.

10-19-2005, 07:12 PM	#10
malkatoj Wight Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A hovel in Florin Posts: 173	Coffee It was a long, cold night in Lower Tadfield. As day broke, the villagers stretched their arms and rubbed their sleepless eyes. Each one had his fair share of stumbling into walls from being too tired, and some just outright fell asleep. Alas, they were too nervous to stay that way. They knew that a werewolf attack could occur at any time. The villagers gathered in the town square and began to count. Due to everyone’s constant falling asleep and being bleary-eyed to the extent that they couldn’t see correctly, nobody really got a straight count until finally Hiriel found a solution: “Does anyone have coffee?” he asked. When he saw the blank looks on everyone’s faces, he understood that no, the village was severely lacking in this food staple. After a little chatting (and snoring) about where to get coffee, or really anything that would wake them up, Sleepy Ranger remembered something. “Guys…that, you know, that guy I was with. With the cart and all…selling stuff…Gurthang. He’s a peddler, right? Who’s to say he can’t sell coffee?” Sleepy Ranger was of course used to needing to wake up, so the villagers listened to him. Sleepy led the way to Gurthang’s cart, getting a little lost on the way. Everyone was alert in only one aspect: wolves—any movements made by anyone else caught their attention, and when they realized that it wasn’t a wolf, the fell back into their stupor. Finally they arrived at the cart. A friendly face greeted them, as always, from inside and the villagers started ordering their coffee. But the friendly face did not change. WaynetheGoblin grabbed a long stick and poked Gurthang’s face—was he asleep like the rest of them? Sleepy walked to the back of the cart and opened up the door. As soon as it was fully open, Gurthang’s body fell to the ground. Sleepy called the other villagers over to look. “Wolves,” said THE Ka, settling the wolf-Balrog dilemma. “Look,” she continued, pointing at a distinct paw print on Gurthang’s shoulder. ALIVE: Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.' Rune Son of Bjarne, Traveling Cheese Juggler Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly WaynetheGoblin. Scientist. Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield. Sotty. School teacher Tar-ancalime. Crone. Eonwe. Friendly undertaker. Holbytlass, f. tanner. Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects. THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher. Kitanna. Historian. DEAD: Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1 AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1 Glirdan (ordinary) Shot with a 24-carat gold bullet on DAY one. Márcolië Lamen (Shelob/Mytho) Vanished from ever having existed in Lower Tadfield on DAY one. Gurthang (ordinary) Mauled by werewolves on NIGHT two. IT IS NOW DAY. I shall expect your votes in in 24 hours' time (9:00 GMT-5). Remember: Any names mentioned in the death have nothing to do with anything unless they're the ones dying. __________________ Now, mostly dead is slightly alive. Now, all dead...well, with all dead, there's usually only one thing that you can do--Go through his clothes and look for loose change.

10-18-2005, 06:49 PM	#11
Márcolië Lamen Wight Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Nwy, land of the llamas Posts: 109	Vote votes Tar-2 Glirdan-2 Sleepy Ranger-1 wilwa-1 DEATH-2 So to break the three way tie ++Glirdan because you've played more of two to choose from and It'd be fairer to let a new person play __________________ Here there be turtle-dragons Last edited by Márcolië Lamen; 10-18-2005 at 06:51 PM. Reason: typo

10-18-2005, 06:51 PM	#13
Eonwe Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: In a world grown ever smaller. Posts: 678	well that didn't do much good. someone needs to rebreak our tie. have at it guys.. __________________ I've got bridge club on Wednesday, Archery on Thursday, Dancing on a Friday night!

10-18-2005, 06:52 PM	#14
SunniGadi Animated Skeleton Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: Massachusetts. Yay. Posts: 26	Hey! It's more than likely too late for me to join...heheh....and I hope no one gets mad t me for posting, but just letting you know I'm here. __________________ ~~~~~~~~~ Stuff should go here. It might eventually.

10-18-2005, 06:54 PM	#15
malkatoj Wight Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A hovel in Florin Posts: 173	Reminder... Okay, so current voting is as follows: Tar: 2 Glirdan: 3 Sleepy: 1 Wilwarin: 1 Marcolie: 3 Here is how to vote: The title of your post MUST be 'Vote.' Then it goes like this: ++NAME Capitals, I don't care so much about. IF THE NAME IS SPELLED WRONG IT DOES NOT COUNT. Simply because they're right there and you should be able to look at it. Remember that there ARE double lynchings, but no triple lynchings, so if there is a three-way tie then the first two voted for get lynched. Thanks! __________________ Now, mostly dead is slightly alive. Now, all dead...well, with all dead, there's usually only one thing that you can do--Go through his clothes and look for loose change.