Thief Hunt::Series IV

"Going to Mordor!" Cried Pippin. "I hope it won’t come to that!"
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Dwim could not believe it. The trap he'd fallen into had led directly to the thief, Frost. Dwim had found him lazing in the shadows of the tunnels below the pits, guzzling down the wine stash. The poor hobbit had failed to find the last ten thieves before this one. Finally he had reason to celebrate.

But he still had to get out of these tunnels! He refused to die beneath a rock. He still had more thieves like Winddancer to catch. Now that he'd caught one, he had to ride that momentum. Speaking of riding... why was there a pink tricycle down here?

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Well that was unfortunate she thought. She had been quite close having found all but the thief to come and steal her victory. Such as it was she was certain she would get revenge sooner or later, though she felt almost a little bad. The halfling seemed a nice enough fellow but nice fellows did not tend to do well in places like Mordor.

Generally they didn't do very well in Harad either, but she needed to focus, and find the next thief, after all that was the goal not thinking about how the little hobbit would probably have a terrible ending. As such she decided to take and see if Dwim or Lailorn had made off with Sequined Bumflap onesie to the Towers of No Return.

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Well then Umoya narrowed her eyes at Dwim and Lailorn she had no doubt that they either solo or together were up to know good she should have known that the Hobbit would be trouble. Hobbits were ALWAYS trouble when they came to Mordor never failed. To figure out what they were after pehrpas he was trying to get the huge barrel of hobbits out of the Morannon.

that would kind of make sense after all a hobbit would probably want to save more hobbits from being pickled in a giant barrel to be fed to the olog-hai. That's what that barrel was for right? She assumed that's what the barrel of hobbits was for she assumed they weren't live hobbits packed in a barrel as she doubted very much they'd survive for terribly long in that barrel no matter how huge it was to a hobbit.

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It seemed that the only thing that Naelia was successful in tracking down last time was the item that was stolen, but she was going to try to rectify it this time around.

Finding herself searching in her home base of Barad-dur, the minioness could have sworn she saw Winddancer seemingly up to no good. "What is she up to?" Naelia thought to herself, as she began to wander the familiar halls in an attempt to track down what this particular thief could have been hiding within such an obvious hiding place.

Turning a corner on her way down to the Pits, the minioness came across One Rotting Leg O' Las of all things. "I haven't come across this item in a while!" Naelia thought to herself, continuing to track Mordor's latest thief in the place she liked to call home.
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Dwim began to feel very hungry down in the depths under the pits. It felt like he'd travelled so far through the tunnels that he could have been underneath Minas Morgûl by now. He wasn't sure if he was becoming delirious, but he swore he could hear the grumbles of his belly echoing through the caves. It had been a long time since lunch. He was becoming so hungry, in fact, that even if he came across something as gross as One Rotting Leg O’ Las, he was sure he would resort to eating it.

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@Lady of Shadow, within Barad-Dûr you have stumbled upon the Heart of Orodruin! You have passed through a portal into the very heart of Mount Doom where you suffer a fiery death, and cannot play for the remainder of this round (until the thief has been found and we start again)! You are free however to describe your torment or/and death and haunting of other players.

@Dwimmerlaik, within Minas Morgûl you have stumbled upon the Murder Hornets! The thief has managed to relocate a nest of enormous, deadly, ANGRY hornets from the far east into this place. You must figure out a way to escape with your life before hunting again.
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Something happened in her home base of Barad-dur that Naelia hadn't been expecting: passing through a portal that led to the very heart of Mount Doom which led the minioness to suffer a fiery death (which she didn't feel, since it was too quick). The experience led her to what some of the free peoples called an "out of body" experience, which was something that Naelia hadn't experienced before and found it quite troublesome, mostly because she couldn't torment anyone in this form (at least not how she could when she was alive and kicking). "But I can still haunt them!" the minioness thought to herself as she targeted her first victim, the Hobbit Dwim, since he often gave her a hard time when she was trying to rid her native homeland of people that thought that they could get away with taking something that didn't belong to them. Even though Naelia knew this wasn't permanent (since she heard that even Orngor had been brought back a few times), she was going to have a little fun with it while it lasted, so she floated (which was actually more like gliding without the use of a kite or other similar type object) over to the area where the Halfling was last seen hunting and tried to have a little fun with him (so those dreaded Hornets wouldn't be his only worry).
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Umoya heard the murder hornets and tensed slightly before realizing that she was perfectly safe from the murder hornets and that they were none of her concern. She almost wished she had a cup of tea to watch the little blighter try to escape the things. it would be fantastic. Instead though she had an an item and a location to find at least thought she could mark of three more locations as not being where the thief hid their prize. and a few more prizes that the theif did not steal. She was still quite certain that it was Dwim or Lailorn so she was sticking with that for the time being but WHERE and What did one or both of them steal and hide was still a mystery.

She needed a drink so she decided to make for On the Rocks and maybe she'd see if someone had hidden George there. After all it wasn't that long ago the Grobby had been hidden so George being hidden in the Rocks plied with alcohol seemed highly plausible.

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Ahhh yes Umoya was getting close she could sense it. She hoped that she'd be able to sort through the mess of items that were in On the Rocks, there were far too many items for the moment for her to be able to tell right away what it was that was stolen.

She was still eyeballing Dwim and Lailorn, as far as the haradrim woman was concerned the two of them had to be working as a team it was why she was having a hard time finding out what it was that they had stolen. Finally she decided on the Cat o Ninetails after doing a mental tally of all the things that had been stolen and located so far in the hands of other thieves. Quite frankly it wasn't the most glamorous thing to steal but she could see the appeal in the practicality of it.

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Still no luck. Umoya was displeased by this and then she realized perhaps it was because she was ignoring the fact that Grond was there, she hadn't overly wanted to ask anyone how they had managed to fit the massive thing into On the Rocks because she didn't really want to find out what sort of dark sorcery was involved. Her dad would want to know he was very much into the whole Blue Wizard Cult thing, and magic and so forth. She however was not. She just wanted to find what it was that Dwim and Lailorn had stolen and tried to hide in the pub.

Hopefully she hadn't been staring at the obvious the entire time. But with her luck she likely had been.

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DING DING DING!

The thief has been caught!! @Fuin Elda has successfully apprehended that rascally thief Dwim in his hiding place in On the Rocks, where he had made off with Grond. Fuin, you are now a Minion Fourth Rank Hunter! In addition to your previous abilities, you may now choose another specialization in Thieves, Places, or Items, and guess two of those each time.

As always in Mordor, thievery is rife, and it's time to set out after one again... a new culprit is abroad, the traps have been reset, Thief Hunt Round Thirteen, commence!
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A triumphant smirk played across her face as she had finally caught Dwim thieving, soon she would be as she hoped of the highest order of the thief hunters. She was so close to it she could smell it. Or was that Ketchups droppings? Probably Ketchups droppings, they were quite pungent compared to some thief hunter ranking. What would that even smell like. Her. It would smell like her soon yes it would.

For now though she needed to find one more thief and what and where they hid it. Honestly were only so many places one could hide things in Mordor so she decided she would start searching in the Cloud of Ash, which was very uncomfortable but she could check for so many things there... like the Cat o Nine Tails and the Sequin Bumflap Onesie. Most people didn't overly want to have their eyes too open in a cloud of ash so it was easier to miss things there. Hopefully she could find out if those were there or if perhaps Narv of Elenhir were up to no good in the cloud

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She sneezed horribly as she made her way out of the Cloud of Ash her quest for any clues there had been utterly dashed. ACHOO She rubbed her face with the back of her arm as she exited the cloud. Dismal, well there was naught to do but continue on, she dusted more ash off of he clothing and continued sneezing all the way to the Shadows. Figuring if they knew she was coming they would be less likely to kill her since she was really just trying to see if there was someone hiding stolen items there.

She looked about deciding that she'd try to see if there was a rotting Leg'O'Las or perhaps George had been tucked away here of course her ever suspicious mind immediately thought of Sil, but it did also question if Windancer might be behind some of this tomfoolery as well.

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Fleeg woke up from his coma, as long as coma is a synonym for falling into a ditch, getting one’s head stuck in a rotting log filled with beetles, and felt something crunch in his mouth. It had a strange, umami flavor to it, and the crunchy shell gave way to a gooey, slimy center. Fleeg was pleased as punch! He had no idea what it was, but damn was it delightful! He swallowed, picked his misshapen teeth, and spat a thick ball of snot from his nose. He looked around and realized he had no idea where he was. Well that’s not completely true. He knew he was in a ditch with a rotting log in it. That’s a start. Not a great start, but a start. What was the last thing Fleeg remembered? He suddenly burst out laughing as he remembered. He’d emptied a jar of tiny crabs down Reg’s pants then ran. The beetles were very unhappy with the noise Fleeg was making and started making creepy sounds of their own. Fleeg decided it was time to nope out of there and climb out of the ditch. How much time had passed? Had Reg realized there were crabs in his pants yet? He hoped so, otherwise the purchase of the crabs from Krumhûr would be rendered moot and Fleeg could not financially handle an aborted prank.

He climbed and climbed, slipping at least half a dozen times back into the mud because, as a goblin, Fleeg was not very strong and had trouble pulling himself up. When he finally reached the top, he could see Barad-dûr in the distance. Good, that was good. He had two points with which he could triangulate his position. He just needed a third. Maths were never his strong suit, that was all Mig. He had covered his teacher in honey one day and gotten him eaten by murder hornets, the substitute he merely ignored and slept through the class. How embarrassing that he was now going to have to use trigolonometry to figure out where he was. If only he hadn’t murdered his teacher and paid attention. Oh well, live and learn. He could see what he thought was the Halls of Injustice, where Búbosha worked, in the distance and after several minutes of calculation discovered he was… screwed. Fleeg couldn’t do maths, he had no idea where he was. He was a hopeless goblin covered in muck. He would be lucky not get eaten by Ketchup the Fell Beast at this point. Was that a screech he heard?
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OOC Moriel:I assume I can hunt again, since the last thief has been caught?

Just as she was attempting to float over to where another hunter was successful in apprehending the last thief, Naelia landed on the ground in a big heap, seemingly feeling pain again, so she assumed she had been brought back to life, but did she have to land back on the ground of her native homeland so hard? "I think it was easier being dead! Then at least I wouldn't feel pain!" the minioness thought to herself as she got up and dusted herself off and tried to get her bearings. She heard rumors that the Halfling known as Jorgy may have been a resurrection expert, and went on the hunt to go find him. Not to thank him for bringing her back, but to see if he was the latest thief to attempt to take something from the Dark Land without permission.

After she recovered enough from being killed and brought back to life when she least expected it, Naelia found herself wandering through Cirith Ungol of all places and hoped that her Ladyship was still expanding her territory elsewhere, since the minioness wasn't in the mood to deal with the giant spider (or whatever she actually was) at the moment. As for the item that had mysteriously gone missing? She heard rumors from her trusty Orcish helper, Orngor, that someone was trying to rid the Land of Shadow of the Pink Tricycle. "Good riddance!" Naelia thought to herself, since she didn't know what such an item was doing in the Dark Land in the first place.
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Out of the murky bath water rose a hairy and pruny figure, still shining slightly from the iridescence of the disintegrating geode’s bubbles. All in all, Reg was quite the horrifying sight to behold. He shook himself off and meandered from the bath into his cave, leaving the lava snakes and the last of Fleeg’s crabs to their own devices.

He pulled on some clothes and wandered to his shelves. There were his geodes, mercifully untouched since he’d last seen them. Whoever had been rearranging his prized belongings before seemed to have moved on. He rummaged in a pile of bottles and found one still half-full of booze. Reg drained it and tossed it into the heap outside his window. His tummy rumbled. Dinner time.

He hopped onto his Pink Tricycle and rolled on down to On the Rocks. Surely - SURELY - Írimë would have forgotten that he (and Fleeg) were banned. Right? Right. He walked in with the confidence of a blissfully stupid orc, settling in on a bar stool before anyone could kick him out. “Mmmm,” he grumbled. “Gimme some grub. And some Nazgûl Essence,” he commanded the bartender. Thank the crabless pants on his ass that it wasn’t that Frost on duty tonight. Something about that guy unsettled Reg like few other things in this cruel, mortal world.

Anyway. As Reg gulped down provisions, his mind wandered to how he would torment Fleeg the next time they crossed paths. He could impale him on the points of the Barad-Dûr or strangle him with a Sequined Bumflap Onesie. Strangling was the reason behind their lawsuit, though, so that was right out. Perhaps he’d just feed Fleeg, bit by bit, to Winddancer.

A grin spread across Reg’s dull face.
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@Tarawen, within On the Rocks you have stumbled upon the Heart of Orodruin! You have passed through a portal into the very heart of Mount Doom where you suffer a fiery death, and cannot play for the remainder of this round (until the thief has been found and we start again)! You are free however to describe your torment or/and death and haunting of other players.
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Fleeg was picking a toad out from Beneath a Rock when he felt something stir in the air around him. It was as if a doofus voice cried out and then went suddenly silent. He could have sworn the voice said “dammit Fleeg, this is your fault!” but the wind carried the voice away too quickly. It sounded like Reg. What was Fleeg’s fault now? Seriously, his CHAos brO would blame him for anything. Reg would willingly walk into the heart of Mount Doom and blame it on Fleeg. To be fair to the giant patch of toe fungus, it normally was Fleeg but right now, he was more focused on finding a toad to eat/lick. A little Pearl of wisdom from his mother, Mama Phlegm, “when in doubt, lick a toad, then you’ll know the way to go.” His mother was weird. But there was a reason he was a Phlegmson and not a Florkson. His father was an employ of Dhâd Bûrz, a low level key lackey that never amounted to anything until a prisoner convinced him to let them free. The rest of that story doesn’t need to be told, you can figure out what happened from there.

So what had happened to Reg? Normally, Fleeg wouldn’t have cared less but he’d been away too long and he needed to make sure his ChAoS Bro was okay. A rare bead of sentiment that made him behave irrationally. The last time he tried to save Reg’s life he had angered One George and alienated three others. It was a nightmare.

So, toad psychedelics ingested, Fleeg set out to figure out what happened to his hermano.
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What a stupid life. Reg had been relaxed and clean and happy in his geode bubble bath. He’d been munching happily on some food and imbibing liquor as usual. He’d been about to open his palmistry booth at the Black Market. Everything had finally been going mostly okay! That conniving Írimë must have opened up this portal into Mount Doom especially for banned customers to fall through. Either that or Fleeg had set this trap. But no. Fleeg would not murder him; theirs was a MUTUAL murder-pact, after all. Right? Eh.

Such were the musings of a large and wispy ghost which rose from the bowels of the volcano and into the gloomy Mordorian sky. Ghost Reg looked curiously at his now translucent form and examined his arms, legs, feet, and stomach (no belly button fungus in the afterlife, it would seem). He did a few backflips and loop-the-loops in midair, enjoying the novelty of flight.

He coasted through the night, looking for Fleeg. If Reg was dead, Fleeg needed to follow suit. And fast. He spied his bRo holding a toad. “Not my lawyer!!!” Reg growled. He descended upon Fleeg and stole the toad. Then he slapped him across the face with it. And then he laughed a whispery, ghostly laugh.
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The strangest thing happened. The toad that Fleeg had just licked started flying! Woooooah! This must be a very strong toad, Fleeg thought to himself. He was grinning and about to reach out and touch the airborne frog when, out of nowhere, the toad punched him in the face. No, the toad himself did not punch Fleeg, but rather the toad was used to punch him. The goblin creature went flying. Not the same kind of flying as the toad though, that would have been much nicer. He could have sworn he heard a “not my lawyer!” as he was soaring in the other direction but the wind was rushing by him so fast it was hard to tell. It sounded like Reg too. Was… was Reg invisible? That asshole had found some invisible potion and didn’t share it with his best ChAoS BRo? Wow, Reg. Wow. Fleeg soared through the air. His high was ruined by the knowledge that Reg had somehow managed to gain the upper hand in their battle of death pranks. Invisible potion! The nerve of the butt faced miscreant! As soon as Fleeg landed he was going to find Elenhir to make him a canon, or a cannon, or however its spelled, and then Reg would be sorry! He’d see how he betrayed him!

Fleeg landed a foot away.

That was less epic than he thought it was going to be.

He picked himself up, glared at the floating toad and he who he assumed was the invisible skid mark known as Reg, and darted off in the direction of the Black Market. Why? Well Elenhir was going to need supplies. He didn’t just have cannnnonn material lying about in his… house(?).

He found everything he needed in a shop called That Dark Corner, a specialty store that sold one thing: black powder. Fleeg had been a patron of this place for years. He initially saw it as a place he could hone his prank craft. He bought a barrel of the stuff and would often pour a little into Reg’s coffee to see if he’d notice. The lugnut never noticed. Fleeg was making Reg’s coffee one part coffee to one part black powder the fungus farm couldn’t even taste it! Fleeg thought there had been something wrong with the black powders so he once put a thimble of it in Ketchup the Fell Beast’s food. Fleeg suffered two broken legs, a deflated lung, and a concussion. But he’d gained valuable knowledge: Reg was an idiot.

His supplies gathered, he went to the angry man’s house to begin building the canonn.
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Not being successful in tracking down the thief after she had been brought back to life, Naelia now found herself wandering through the Towers of No Return, hoping that she wouldn't run into the same trap that caused her to become a ghost for a short time (which she still found a bit disheartening, since although she was able to haunt people, she couldn't torment them like she could when she was alive and kicking, and was in no rush to repeat the experience any time soon).

While contemplating this, the minioness came across One Rotting Leg O' Las of all things. "Haven't come across this particular item in a while." Naelia thought to herself as she continued to search the area for the person responsible for making off with such an item. Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw Blinky slithering away around a corner. The minioness was becoming more familiar with some of the races of some of the suspects accused of making off with things that didn't belong to them (even if they thought they should, but that was no excuse, even in the Dark Land).
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Well Umoya had gotten busy and had been side tracked but now she was back on the case. She had narrowed it down to One Rotting Leg O'Las or Ketchup the Fell Beast by the smell of it as to what had been stolen of course that didn't help much because really if she was honest both of them absolutely stunk. You know what else stunk?

Riders of Rohan. The smell of horse everywhere it was almost as bad as fellbeast smell though Umoya suppose that most horses did not try to EAT those cleaning up after them so there was that so she decided she was going to look into Thalionwen and Taethowyn and she was going to the check Minas Morgul for them mostly because it was a place that she figured they had easier access to than most other places in Mordor.

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@Fleeg in an unprecedented happenstance, you have stumbled upon two traps! Within the Black Market you find a Variety of Snakes! And then within the ship called That Dark Corner, you encounter Shelob's Lair. You must deal with both these traps before hunting again!
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Yes her thought on the Rotting Leg'O'Las and Ketchup the fell beast possibly being in Minas Morgul seemed to be on the mark thus far... she hoped she oculd still be off on that it would take a bit to find that out entirely though and until then she would have to try to figure out WHO possibly would want to steal either a leg or a giant grumpy fell beast.

Perhaps hit was Gwai, or maybe even Dimcairien after all at least the first one out of those two was another Rider, their sense of smell was probably shot to bits from all the horse smell. Umoya still had no idea how people put up with mumakil they were as bad as horses though they create a substantially larger pile of manure daily. She was just glad her father had been into dark magic and wizards and not into Mumakil breeding for war she'd be as bad off as the riders were when it came to smell.

She wrinkled her nose at the thought of it and caught word that Shelob and a bunch of snakes were on the move, fortunately for the moment, not where she was.

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Oh dear. Oh dear, oh shire, oh fredegar, oh no! This was the worst! The absolute worst! Fleeg dropped his cannonn parts as he was leaving That Dark Corner. His foot slipped on something smooth. He managed to look down before he toppled ass over teakettle. Snakes! Why did it have to be snakes! There must have been a dozen kinds of snakes just slithering all over the ground in front of the store. What kind of establishment was this!? A terrible idea came into Fleeg’s head as he felt something bite his meaty parts. That thought, whatever it might have been, fled when the goblin screamed out in pain. He screamed and kicked, got bit once more, screamed and kicked again, suffered another bite, screamed and kicked again. It was a vicious cycle that was about to get him killed. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his weird little mind, he knew this but that didn’t stop him from stomping on snakes.

Something stopped him though.

A long shadow passed over the area, a shadow with eight legs. All the snakes suddenly disappeared, sneaking back into wherever it was they came from. Fleeg was left with a cold dread. He wished Reg was here. Reg would be useful in two potential scenarios. One, he and Shelob had some sort of rapport (something to do with bumflap onesies) and he could talk the monster spider away, and two, Fleeg could just throw Reg at the spider and make a run for it. Unfortunately, neither of those were options here. Play dead. That’s the smartest thing Fleeg could think of. Play dead. It wasn’t going t be far from the truth at this point, he’d been bitten at least half a dozen times at this point. So, he played dead. He played dead like no one has ever played dead before. He played dead so well that for a moment he thought he might be dead. The spider passed, after poking at Fleeg’s body a few times and finding him not worth eating.

Was Fleeg dead?
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Fleeg was… alive? He woke up in a puddle of drool, pale yellow in color, and felt his head throb like Reg had just learned to play the bongos. Dundun dundun dundundundun dun. His legs, skinny as they were, were covered in snakebites. Say, wasn’t that a drink of some kind? He could use a drink, regardless. Something with a very strong alcohol content. He felt strange, different. He was alive, which he hadn’t expected to be. Unless… was he dead? When he was dead before it felt much like this, but then again he hadn’t actually died at that point, just got too close a whiff of Reg’s armpits. What if Fleeg was now part snake? He opened his mouth and tested his fangs. They were all still there, pointed in a dozen directions, pointed and sharp. They didn’t feel different, but Fleeg wouldn’t know until he bit down on something. Where was Reg when you needed him? Wasn’t he off being invisible? What a douche. Ducky, the world’s weirdest waddle-wandering wizard, ambled passed, ignorant of everything around him. Fleeg pounced!

The result was not what he expected. He came away with a mouth full of duck down and no answer as to whether or not he was in fact part serpent now. Pensive, the snot goblin (maybe part snake), looked toward the north and saw the Towers of No Return. Wasn’t he supposed to go fight there with Reg at some point? He was sure they’d arrived, received the rules and stipulations, and were about to go in when… he shrugged. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe this was a dream. What if it was all real though? Yeah, Fleeg needed a drink before he started going down the philosophy road. Goblins and philosophy never ended well, just as Mig.

To get to the pub though, he’d have to go by That Dark Corner again and he wasn’t sure if Shelob was still about. Better grab a Rotting Leg-O’-Las to appease her just in case.
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Well she had removed minas Morgul from the running of where the Rotting Leg'O'Las or Ketchup the Fell beast were being hidden. The areas that were left were so far not too far apart so she was busy looking at the Towers of No Return, it always had a number of shady people there. Well this was Mordor. Everyone was shady here, she knew that, everyone should know that.

She did notice that Fleeg the snot goblin was out and about after being trapped by Shelob and dealing with snakes. She scowled at him as he attempted to well she wasn't sure what it was he was doing to Ducky but she wasn't too terribly worried about that after all she had a good number more people to look at than the person he was... hugging? It looked like he was hugging the person. She wondered if there was some sort of 'evil police' she could report this behaviour to. On her way to figure that out she decided to look to see if Death or Sil were up to anything.

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The thief has NOT been found!
The item HAS been found!
The hiding place has NOT been found!


@Fleeg, within That Dark Corner you have stumbled upon Shelob's Lair! And Shelob is indeed still there. Tsk tsk, trespassing again, you must deal with her before hunting again!
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Well she was now certain where the stolen item was and where it was. She was dead certain it was either the Rotting Leg 'O' Las or Ketchup the Fell Beast after all the smell was unmistakable. The problem was she was going to have to - Ohhh no no she was not going to be dealing with snakes after all she could throw those at someone else make them deal with them. Sometimes being a magic cult fanatics daughter had it's advantages. Easier to deal with snakes of all different shapes and sizes as she marched into the Black Market.

Now who there looked suspicious. All of them. It was time she figured to start with BabyZor and Lailorn.

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Reg was giggling to himself, floating just above and behind Fleeg as the latter fell into not one but TWO traps (and one of them repeatedly???). Had Fleeg’s brains leaked out his ears and his nose like the Phlegmson he was?? Reg couldn’t have planned this any better, not least because he never planned.

Fleeg had played dead and tricked Reg momentarily into thinking he had voluntarily fulfilled their mutual murder pact, but alas. The little booger got up and began walking around again. Reg followed. Fleeg opened his mouth and Reg could have sworn he heard a strange hissing sound. “Blinky???” Reg shouted, though his ghostly voice was but a whisper on the breeze. No. It was not Blinky. Rather, it seemed, Fleeg was trying on a snakelike identity after his encounter with a large number of the creatures. Hehe.

“It was not a dream, you dung heap,” Reg taunted him. Somehow, he could hear Fleeg’s internal monologue and his ramblings about the Towers of No Return! Oh, this would be fun. “I stabbed yeh in the groin and then we both just blacked out, prolly from that stupid flower crown o’ yours. You better not wear flowers. Ever. AGAIN!!”

Reg wondered what would happen if, in his ghostly form, he flew through Fleeg. Would his bRo fall over? Die? Poo himself again? Reg had to find out. He swooped low and cried, “OooooooooooOooOo you did it! You’re a snake now!!!”
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The thief has NOT been found!
The item HAS been found!
The hiding place HAS been found!


@Fuin Elda, within the Black Market you have stumbled upon a Variety of Snakes! Here the thief has left a variety of poisonous and non-poisonous snakes to attack whoever enters. You are bitten and must RP your way out of the situation before hunting again!
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@Moriel Ummm I'm a 4th rank hunter pretty sure I'm not affected by the trap?

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OOPS @Fuin Elda you are correct! You are unaffected by the trap and may continue your hunt. You may also redirect the trap to a fellow hunter of your choosing.
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Well the number of possible thieves were shrinking rapidly it was time to look into some of the more.... obvious characters. So she began to follow Uruva and PoshZor as she worked slunk around the Black Market having dropped the snakes down the back of Lady of Shadows to deal with them so that they would leave her alone. It wasn't the nicest thing to do but this was Mordor there really weren't too many 'nice' people in Mordor.

If she could figure out which stinking item it was between the Rotting Leg'O'Las and Ketchup the Fell Beast that would be good as well but honestly she didn't care she'd found both of them in this area. Hopefully this hunt would be over soon and she could go have a nap, possibly on a nice southern beach. SOUTH of Corsair city.

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He knew it would happen again. Fleeg didn’t have the memory of a goldfish, the attention span sure, but not the memory. He tossed the rotting haunch of meat at the giant spider and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Something passed through him right he rounded the corner and he went sprawling to the ground. Thank the Dark Lord, he did not poo himself. His heart seized up though. He heard something though. What was it? He closed his eyes, trying to listen closer. He strained until a vein was popping out if his forehead. He must be listening wrong, that never happened before. All he could get was something about Blinky and now he was a snake. Well, the voices from beyond had spoken, and they were never wrong. They told him once he’d never live up to his ancestor’s expectations and they were right! Wait, that’s not something to be proud of. Now he really needed that drink. Reg was probably at the bar. Didn’t Írimë or the bartender Reg was so afraid stock some liquor with a snake in it? Fleeg wasn’t sure why, but that really appealed to him right now. Maybe it was the part of him that was now part snake.

“SsssssssSsssssSssssssSssssSssSSss.”

The sound was there. He beamed with pride. Cautiously, knowing the eight legged demoness was still about somewhere, he crept around the corner.

“Be the sneak, be the sneak,” he repeated the affirmation in a slow drone, just like he taught people to do in his seminars. “Be the sneak you want to see in the world.”
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Naelia wasn't surprised that while she was searching the Black Market, a fellow hunter (an Elf of all things) had sprung a trap the latest thief had sprung onto her! And one she wasn't expecting... a variety of snakes, both of the poisonous and non-poisonous kind. "Now, which is which?" the minioness thought to herself as she was very careful with her footing, due to the fact that she didn't know which snakes were poisonous, so the best course of action was to avoid being bitten by any of them.

While Naelia was contemplating getting through this endless maze of snakes, there came a familiar sound... the sound of her pet dragon, Drinch, coming down on the snakes hard, breathing fire as he came. Obviously, someone in the Dark Tower knew she was in trouble, or so the minioness thought, but the real reason that Orngor had set loose Drinch was to hunt down Lathana, who in an attempt to escape the Pits had killed the Orc who was guarding her cell and was on the run in the Dark Land. Drinch just happened to come across the snakes when he flew over the Black Market and thought that he would led a hand to the minion that rescued him from certain death all those years ago as a kind of thank you, and although the minioness didn't know about her half-sister's escape attempt, she welcomed the help as she continued to try to navigate through the snakes in an attempt to track down Mordor's latest thief. If she came across the Elf that had sprung this trap upon her, she would deal with them in due time.

"Something's up." Naelia thought to herself, looking skyward, since Drinch didn't usually fly overhead like that for no good reason. Once this thief was caught, the minioness would have to inquire, since maybe she could lend a hand, whatever the problem happened to be.

Once she was free of the trap set upon her by another hunter, Naelia realized that she did happen to get bitten by one of the snakes before Drinch showed up, but luckily, it wasn't by one of the poisonous kind, so the bite would heal with proper treatment once she got back to the Dark Tower and found out what all the fuss was about (since she didn't get much help when she went on these thief hunts, so this was a first).
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DING DING DING!

The thief has been caught!! @Fuin Elda has successfully apprehended that sneaky thief PoshZôr in her hiding place in The Black Market, where she had absconded with Ketchup the Fell Beast.

Fuin, you are now a Minion Fifth Rank Hunter! Which means that after the longest series ever.... you have WON THE SERIES!! Congratulations, you have won nothing but the hate of your fellow hunters for being so successful, and perhaps the loyalty of a certain fell beast...! Better watch your back in the next series...

Thread will remain open for a few days for congratulations, whinging, dark mutterings, threats of revenge etc. as appropriate.



Meanwhile, Series V is open for business! Get hunting!!
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Well done @Fuin Elda! But watch your back, Fleeg and a vast assortment of oddballs are coming after your crown. :mwahaha:
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*straightens crown* You mean trying to get it back don't you @Fleeg ? I do believe this was yours before it was mine lol

Thanks it was a lot of fun and I look forward to the next round of hunting! (I did save ketchup twice lol)

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Naelia's going to want revenge on you for throwing those Variety of Snakes her way! Luckily, her pet dragon, Drinch, came along to save the day (though it was only because he was going that way anyway, due to Lathana's escape. If you want to help protect Lathana from recapture or death, feel free to join in when I start this story line, probably in the Free RP thread in case the scenario in the Army thread picks up again, so it's a good idea to keep the two story lines separate, just in case). Congratulations anyways, just watch your back for us minions lurking around, since this particular Thief Hunt is being held in Mordor! :lol:
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