Tol-in-Gaurhoth XLIX - At the Source of Darkness

[Macalaure]

While the wolves were saddened about the loss of their last cobbler, their hearts were quickly uplifted again by the proximity of their victory. Snickering and tittering they came upon their next victim, and they were almost too careless, for as they approached her, they stumbled over piles of items of stone, tin, copper, and dirt. Brinniel, their victim, startled from her sleep and saw her fate baring its ugly fangs at her. But no fear was inside her in this moment... but wrath.

You have chosen the wrong person to kill tonight! Brinniel exclaimed.

What? No, we haven't. This time we really haven't!

Then Brinniel drew a sword, or so it looked at first, for as they looked, no blade could be seen by the wolves.

Begone foul werewolves, hounds of carrion! I will hinder you, if I may!

But the wolves only snarled back: Fool! No cobbler assassin can hinder us.

But no cobbler assassin am I. You look upon an ordo!

But... that sword?

Eönwë sold it to me.

Ha! You dare to threaten us with one of Eönwë's arms? They are fakes! Junk! the wolves laughed.

Yes, but that's why I like it...

The wolves showed no respect of the weapon and approached Brinniel fearlessly. But then, with no second to react, Brinniel sprang onto one of them, and hit it with the sword's side.

Ouch!

Hard.

DIEEE!

Repeatedly.

Ah! Help!

So staggering was her attack, that one werewolf alone she might have mastered. But there was more than one, and that one now grabbed her from behind. With a cry he lifted her up into the air... and threw her down on her sleeping place to devour her. He was ready and willing to tear Brinniel to shreds, but then noticed he didn't have to. A long, black, stony candlestick stuck from her chest. It was worth absolutely nothing, and Brinniel adored it like no other piece she collected on her long way. Now it had impaled her, and Brinniel was dead.

*~*

Wait, may I tear her to shreds anyway?

Well, I guess you can...

*~*

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
Nogrod - (ordo) died in a battle of wits on Day Four
A Little Green - (cobbler) ripped in two in Night Five
Eönwë - (cobbler) fell to his death on Day Five
Brinniel - (ordo) stabbed by her own junk in Night Six

Alive:
Shastanis Althreduin - loner roane
Nerwen - treasure-seeker
Kath - unemployed bum
Durelin - eccentric, misanthropic archaeologist
the phantom - obtainer of rare antiquities
Thinlómien - marine zoologist

Day Six has begun. Villagers: redeem yourself! Wolves: Matchball!