Tol-in-Gaurhoth XLIX - At the Source of Darkness - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Thinlómien · 08-24-2008, 01:57 PM

Well then, let's go with the last minute gut-feeling...

++Fea

At least if we kill her, we'll be rid of her and tp's mystic exchanges...

edit: xed with Noggie who looks like a paranoid cobbler...

Nogrod · 08-24-2008, 01:58 PM

++ Fea

Reasons given already.

the phantom · 08-24-2008, 01:58 PM

Well, it looks like Kath escaped the noose. Rats. It looks to be between Form and Fea.

Thinlómien · 08-24-2008, 01:59 PM

Is everybody waiting for the last possible minute? This is madness...

PS. Nog will you SMS me if you stay up to see the results... I'm going to sleep but I don't know how long it takes me to actually fall asleep...

edit: xed with Nog and tp

Nogrod · 08-24-2008, 01:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Thinlómien

edit: xed with Noggie who looks like a paranoid cobbler...

Even paranoids do have enemies...

the phantom · 08-24-2008, 02:00 PM

+ + Form

I'll try and save Fea.

Shastanis Althreduin · 08-24-2008, 02:00 PM

Wow, this lack of activity is... pretty bad.

Shastanis Althreduin · 08-24-2008, 02:01 PM

That's four for Fea and three for Form.

Edit: Oops! Sorry Mac!

Macalaure · 08-24-2008, 03:12 PM

A few of our adventurers were granted to dream magical dreams and walk in the Gardens of Lórien, yet one was among them whose dreams were obscure enough to not need any augmentation - and she also never tried to conceal what her visions told her:

I have a dream. A dream where one day... the world becomes kaleidoscopic, like a lemming. Yes... that is my dream. Make of it what you will. It is profound though. Never doubt its profundity.

Fea's dream was disregarded by everybody, and only Gwathagor, the one who had really gotten to know the beauty of Valinor, if only a little part of it, found it necessary to show her visions their due place:

I don't think seers actually make seer-hints. The repetition of the word "dream" may only be incidental, but it might also be a wolf's attempt to gain credibility.

Yet neither he nor Fea herself would have guessed that mightier powers than they were about to take her "Make of it what you will" quite literary...

*~*

The third day of the adventurers travels out of Utumno had gone rather unspectacularly. An accusation here, a suspicion there - it was almost without a warning that Fea suddenly saw things that scared her. Did Durelin's front teeth suddenly grow? Why did Brinniel suddenly look furry? Are those whiskers?

Then madness ensued around her. The entire expedition had transformed not into wolves, but lemmings, and blindly they ran after one another, one train of lemmings shouting Feanor! Feanor! and one Formendacil! Formendacil! Yet some lemmings seemed to be as confused as Fea, standing by motionlessly and not knowing which bandwaggon to follow.

At last it became clear to Fea that the lemmings shouting her name were in the majority - and they were storming towards her! She was too paralysed to utter a word or give resistance, and Durelin and Brinniel grabbed her arms and pinned her to the ground. Then Lommy came and forced Fea's mouth open, while Nogrod brought a small barrel of wizard's gunpowder, and poured its content into his poor victim. After Nogrod attached a fuse to her and lit it, the lemmings fled and waited until Fea exploded with a deafening noise. In quite a violent way, Fea's world had been turned into a kaleidoscope of herself.

The lemmings returned to inspect the outcome of their deed. They looked around the floor, walls, and ceiling of the hallway they were in, but every separated detail of Fea still looked rather regular and ordinary. Only when they stepped back again did they saw the true marvel of their deed. The splinters of her bones, the shreds of her skin, and the pieces of her brain, all coloured in various shades of red, formed a piece of truly outstanding abstract art none of them, save maybe Fea herself, had envisioned before.

*~*

Dead:
Macalaure and Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One
Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One
Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two
Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two
Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two
Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three
Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three

Alive:
Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane
Formendacil - snowbird
Eönwë - seller of pointless fakes
Nerwen - treasure-seeker
Kath - unemployed bum
Nilpaurion Felagund - aged tale-seeker
Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
Brinniel - junk collector
Nogrod - pointless philosopher
A Little Green - blind astronomer who sells stars at the stock exchange
the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien - marine zoologist

Night Four has begun.

Macalaure · 08-25-2008, 02:08 PM

A being of the night lurked around after everyone else had gone to sleep. Silently he raised himself, taking a look at the blade that only he could see. Come my sword, we shall slay evil tonight.

The alert ear could have heard him muttering to himself whil sneaking among the sleeping. Because you will not let us exit; because you scorn our attempts at healing; because you chose for your instrument sanguinary, dirty, ugly werewolves; because you are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block you! I will hinder and harm your creatures on Arda as far as I am able.

He stepped towards one of the sleeping.

And you, Formendacil, shall be the one I start with.

Formendacil woke from his sleep confused: You? What do you want from me?

You shall taste the steel of my blade, cobbler!

Cobbler? But I am no cobbler!

Yes, you are!

No! I am not dead. Two days ago the consensus agreed that I was a cobbler, yet, I did not die at night. Therefore I am no cobbler.

You did not die because I chose to let you live.

I don't believe you. If I look into my heart, all I find are intentions to achieve the best for our expedition. I would never wilfully try to lead us astray. I do not bow to the unsurpassable power of He Who Arises in Might. I worship the web of lies that the Valar have cast over our eyes to enslave us.

The cobbler assassin did not look convinced. Let me put it to a test. he said, and shoved his sword down Formendacil's throat down to his heart, and Formendacil died a quick death.

Two to go.

*~*

Another adventurer was wakened before dawn had come. Nilpaurion Felagund, the aged tale-seeker, opened his eyes - and looked into the two fiery pairs of eyes of ghastly werewolves!

Are you going to kill me now? he asked afraid.

I see that age has made you wise. a werewolf answered smugly.

Nilp was deeply scared. He was too old to give them a fight, and could only think of one way out for him. Will you grant me one wish before I die?

Well, I think we are feeling generous tonight - our mission is going very smoothly so far. What do you wish?

I am a tale-seeker, and I am very interested in your story. You creatures must be thousands of years old, and have done many gruesome and great deeds. I would like to write those down so they will be preserved in song for all eternities.

Nilp achieved what he wanted to. His words met their mark right in the werewolves' evil egoes. They started telling him their long tale, and hours passed. Stories of dark and evil and timeless waiting and wandering were written down. Dawn approached...

I don't think there is much left to say now. one werewolf concluded.

I hate to say it, but I agree. The last few thousand years were a little bit dull down here. added the other.

No, no, surely you underestimate how interesting even those stories are to those who have never been here.

Nah, I don't think so - and I'm tired anyway. I'd like to go to sleep and turn this body into its human shape again.

Nilp broke into sweat. Ah, indeed, morning is coming. We probably should go and wake everybody...

Not so fast. We did not forget what we woke you for in the first place.

Nilp looked into the same evil eyes again that he saw earlier, while in the meantime they had become more friendly. Slowly they approached him.

But, no, tell me more about... don't... you can't... What do I have in my po...

But before the tale-seeker could finish his last plead, the werewolves took his notes and shoved them down his throat, and Nilpaurion suffocated to his death.

*~*

Dead:
Macalaure and Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One
Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One
Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two
Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two
Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two
Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three
Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three
Formendacil - (cobbler) killed by assassin in Night Four
Nilpaurion Felagund - (ordo) choked on his own tale in Night Four

Alive:
Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane
Eönwë - seller of pointless fakes
Nerwen - treasure-seeker
Kath - unemployed bum
Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
Brinniel - junk collector
Nogrod - pointless philosopher
A Little Green - blind astronomer who sells stars at the stock exchange
the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien - marine zoologist

Day Four has begun. Let the madness continue. (sorry for the delay)

the phantom · 08-25-2008, 02:49 PM

Form was a Cobbler? No way. Impossible.

So yeah, on the plus side, two Cobblers gone. On the minus side, no more Fea.

Now if you'll excuse me *sniff* I'm going to go have a cr- I mean, take a walk. *wipes eyes* Darn allergies.

Nogrod · 08-25-2008, 02:58 PM

If I were a cobbler I would really congratulate myself from yesterDay...

How wrong one can be?

Form was a cobbler.

Fea was an innocent.

With Form I was quite sure he was an innocent (happily our cobbler-assassin disagreed with that).

With Fea I really thought she was up to no good. I just hoped she was a wolf but was more than assured she was at least a cobbler...

10 people.
2 wolves.
2 cobblers.

6-4 on intention toDay.
8-2 on count toDay.

Hooray for the cobbler-assassin!

But let's be careful with the voting for there we're soon going to be the underdogs. Like I said in the beginning of the game. Those cobblers learn Day by Day as we do but they can ally themselves with the wolves who know the situation.

And really, this much RL-hindrances...

Well, no can do... but really, even if RL presses please try for there are too many we have nothing to go for and the times are getting rough. Blind lynches are not ones we'd afford now.

But I at least will make a basic re-focus now.

I'm afraid the wolves are hiding in the shadows this time.

EDIT: x'd with tp

Macalaure · 08-24-2008, 02:01 PM

Deadline.

08-24-2008, 01:57 PM	#1
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Well then, let's go with the last minute gut-feeling... ++Fea At least if we kill her, we'll be rid of her and tp's mystic exchanges... edit: xed with Noggie who looks like a paranoid cobbler... __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

08-24-2008, 01:58 PM	#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	++ Fea Reasons given already. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

08-24-2008, 01:58 PM	#3
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Well, it looks like Kath escaped the noose. Rats. It looks to be between Form and Fea. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

08-24-2008, 01:59 PM	#4
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Is everybody waiting for the last possible minute? This is madness... PS. Nog will you SMS me if you stay up to see the results... I'm going to sleep but I don't know how long it takes me to actually fall asleep... edit: xed with Nog and tp __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

08-24-2008, 02:00 PM	#6
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	+ + Form I'll try and save Fea. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

08-24-2008, 02:00 PM	#7
Shastanis Althreduin Werewolf Psychic Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water. Posts: 2,832	Wow, this lack of activity is... pretty bad. __________________ 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

08-24-2008, 02:01 PM	#8
Shastanis Althreduin Werewolf Psychic Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water. Posts: 2,832	That's four for Fea and three for Form. Edit: Oops! Sorry Mac! __________________ 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

08-24-2008, 03:12 PM	#9
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	A few of our adventurers were granted to dream magical dreams and walk in the Gardens of Lórien, yet one was among them whose dreams were obscure enough to not need any augmentation - and she also never tried to conceal what her visions told her: I have a dream. A dream where one day... the world becomes kaleidoscopic, like a lemming. Yes... that is my dream. Make of it what you will. It is profound though. Never doubt its profundity. Fea's dream was disregarded by everybody, and only Gwathagor, the one who had really gotten to know the beauty of Valinor, if only a little part of it, found it necessary to show her visions their due place: I don't think seers actually make seer-hints. The repetition of the word "dream" may only be incidental, but it might also be a wolf's attempt to gain credibility. Yet neither he nor Fea herself would have guessed that mightier powers than they were about to take her "Make of it what you will" quite literary... ~ The third day of the adventurers travels out of Utumno had gone rather unspectacularly. An accusation here, a suspicion there - it was almost without a warning that Fea suddenly saw things that scared her. Did Durelin's front teeth suddenly grow? Why did Brinniel suddenly look furry? Are those whiskers? Then madness ensued around her. The entire expedition had transformed not into wolves, but lemmings, and blindly they ran after one another, one train of lemmings shouting Feanor! Feanor! and one Formendacil! Formendacil! Yet some lemmings seemed to be as confused as Fea, standing by motionlessly and not knowing which bandwaggon to follow. At last it became clear to Fea that the lemmings shouting her name were in the majority - and they were storming towards her! She was too paralysed to utter a word or give resistance, and Durelin and Brinniel grabbed her arms and pinned her to the ground. Then Lommy came and forced Fea's mouth open, while Nogrod brought a small barrel of wizard's gunpowder, and poured its content into his poor victim. After Nogrod attached a fuse to her and lit it, the lemmings fled and waited until Fea exploded with a deafening noise. In quite a violent way, Fea's world had been turned into a kaleidoscope of herself. The lemmings returned to inspect the outcome of their deed. They looked around the floor, walls, and ceiling of the hallway they were in, but every separated detail of Fea still looked rather regular and ordinary. Only when they stepped back again did they saw the true marvel of their deed. The splinters of her bones, the shreds of her skin, and the pieces of her brain, all coloured in various shades of red, formed a piece of truly outstanding abstract art none of them, save maybe Fea herself, had envisioned before. ~ Dead: Macalaure and Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three Alive: Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane Formendacil - snowbird Eönwë - seller of pointless fakes Nerwen - treasure-seeker Kath - unemployed bum Nilpaurion Felagund - aged tale-seeker Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist Brinniel - junk collector Nogrod - pointless philosopher A Little Green - blind astronomer who sells stars at the stock exchange the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities Thinlómien - marine zoologist Night Four has begun. Last edited by Macalaure; 08-25-2008 at 08:11 AM.

08-25-2008, 02:08 PM	#10
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	A being of the night lurked around after everyone else had gone to sleep. Silently he raised himself, taking a look at the blade that only he could see. Come my sword, we shall slay evil tonight. The alert ear could have heard him muttering to himself whil sneaking among the sleeping. Because you will not let us exit; because you scorn our attempts at healing; because you chose for your instrument sanguinary, dirty, ugly werewolves; because you are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block you! I will hinder and harm your creatures on Arda as far as I am able. He stepped towards one of the sleeping. And you, Formendacil, shall be the one I start with. Formendacil woke from his sleep confused: You? What do you want from me? You shall taste the steel of my blade, cobbler! Cobbler? But I am no cobbler! Yes, you are! No! I am not dead. Two days ago the consensus agreed that I was a cobbler, yet, I did not die at night. Therefore I am no cobbler. You did not die because I chose to let you live. I don't believe you. If I look into my heart, all I find are intentions to achieve the best for our expedition. I would never wilfully try to lead us astray. I do not bow to the unsurpassable power of He Who Arises in Might. I worship the web of lies that the Valar have cast over our eyes to enslave us. The cobbler assassin did not look convinced. Let me put it to a test. he said, and shoved his sword down Formendacil's throat down to his heart, and Formendacil died a quick death. Two to go. ~ Another adventurer was wakened before dawn had come. Nilpaurion Felagund, the aged tale-seeker, opened his eyes - and looked into the two fiery pairs of eyes of ghastly werewolves! Are you going to kill me now? he asked afraid. I see that age has made you wise. a werewolf answered smugly. Nilp was deeply scared. He was too old to give them a fight, and could only think of one way out for him. Will you grant me one wish before I die? Well, I think we are feeling generous tonight - our mission is going very smoothly so far. What do you wish? I am a tale-seeker, and I am very interested in your story. You creatures must be thousands of years old, and have done many gruesome and great deeds. I would like to write those down so they will be preserved in song for all eternities. Nilp achieved what he wanted to. His words met their mark right in the werewolves' evil egoes. They started telling him their long tale, and hours passed. Stories of dark and evil and timeless waiting and wandering were written down. Dawn approached... I don't think there is much left to say now. one werewolf concluded. I hate to say it, but I agree. The last few thousand years were a little bit dull down here. added the other. No, no, surely you underestimate how interesting even those stories are to those who have never been here. Nah, I don't think so - and I'm tired anyway. I'd like to go to sleep and turn this body into its human shape again. Nilp broke into sweat. Ah, indeed, morning is coming. We probably should go and wake everybody... Not so fast. We did not forget what we woke you for in the first place. Nilp looked into the same evil eyes again that he saw earlier, while in the meantime they had become more friendly. Slowly they approached him. But, no, tell me more about... don't... you can't... What do I have in my po... But before the tale-seeker could finish his last plead, the werewolves took his notes and shoved them down his throat, and Nilpaurion suffocated to his death. ~ Dead: Macalaure and Rikae (mods) - killed by wolves and turned into faulty quenya in Night One Kitanna (ordo) - lynched by a pointless mob on Day One Lalaith (ordo) - severed from her chalk, and her head, in Night Two Groin Redbeard (ordo) - died from exhaustion on Day Two Gwathagor - (seer) turned into a talking corpse on Day Two Mithalwen - (cobbler) made into a diverse set of items in Night Three Feanor of the Peredhil - (ordo) visionary whose body was turned into abstract art on Day Three Formendacil - (cobbler) killed by assassin in Night Four Nilpaurion Felagund - (ordo) choked on his own tale in Night Four Alive: Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane Eönwë - seller of pointless fakes Nerwen - treasure-seeker Kath - unemployed bum Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist Brinniel - junk collector Nogrod - pointless philosopher A Little Green - blind astronomer who sells stars at the stock exchange the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities Thinlómien - marine zoologist Day Four has begun. Let the madness continue. (sorry for the delay) Last edited by Macalaure; 08-25-2008 at 04:06 PM.

08-25-2008, 02:49 PM	#11
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Form was a Cobbler? No way. Impossible. So yeah, on the plus side, two Cobblers gone. On the minus side, no more Fea. Now if you'll excuse me sniff I'm going to go have a cr- I mean, take a walk. wipes eyes Darn allergies. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

08-25-2008, 02:58 PM	#12
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	If I were a cobbler I would really congratulate myself from yesterDay... How wrong one can be? Form was a cobbler. Fea was an innocent. With Form I was quite sure he was an innocent (happily our cobbler-assassin disagreed with that). With Fea I really thought she was up to no good. I just hoped she was a wolf but was more than assured she was at least a cobbler... 10 people. 2 wolves. 2 cobblers. 6-4 on intention toDay. 8-2 on count toDay. Hooray for the cobbler-assassin! But let's be careful with the voting for there we're soon going to be the underdogs. Like I said in the beginning of the game. Those cobblers learn Day by Day as we do but they can ally themselves with the wolves who know the situation. And really, this much RL-hindrances... Well, no can do... but really, even if RL presses please try for there are too many we have nothing to go for and the times are getting rough. Blind lynches are not ones we'd afford now. But I at least will make a basic re-focus now. I'm afraid the wolves are hiding in the shadows this time. EDIT: x'd with tp __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...