Thief Hunt::Series IV

"Going to Mordor!" Cried Pippin. "I hope it won’t come to that!"
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She never did find Sil, but she caught sight of yet another Lava Snake as she stalked through the streets, and this one seemed to be slithering with purpose so she started to follow it. It led her through a meandering path until she stood in sight of Minas Morgûl. What surprised her, though, was to see a little hobbit lady--Pearl, she thought. She'd seen her picture among the list of potential thieves--trying to sneak into the city. This was definitely not the thief she would have expected, or where she was trying to hide...

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The little wispy voice had stopped its dreadful singing, so Reg slowed to a leisurely stroll. He thought he’d been running toward the sunset, and there certainly was a big glowy orb low on the horizon, so he can be forgiven for assuming it was the sun. It turned out to be, of all things, a giant Pearl, reflecting the rays of the actual sun which was setting in the opposite direction.

Reg stopped before it and tilted his head back to look up at the huge thing. It stood more than three times his size. “Huh,” he said, stupefied. He scratched his head and walked closer, then kicked the pearl.

It didn’t budge.

He kicked again.

It started to roll.

The ground groaned beneath the mammoth pearl as it started picking up speed. It crushed several goblins, decimated a Lava Snake community, and rumbled away toward The Towers of No Return. Reg’s mouth was hanging open again. “Stupid pearl!” he cried, shaking a fist at it.
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She continued to follow the Lava Snake, warily eyeing it as the creature began to lead her into the very depths of Minas Morgûl. She dodged numerous dark creatures, and even saw a fell beast flying overhead at one point. When she looked back down from the sky, though, she finally saw Sil scurrying away somewhere. Maybe, just maybe, this was the thief at last!

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"Well, you really did it now Reg," Fleeg said, apparating out of the air to sit his translucent self on Reg's shoulder. “I suppose you think that terribly clever.”

He jumped of his still living ChaoS HerMANo’s shoulder and kicked him in the shin as hard as his ghostly alignment would allow him. “You idiot! How the heck were we gonna play soccer with that thing? You can barely move it and you actually have muscles. How? How did you live long enough to meet me? Honestly, between eating geodes, eating your belly button fungus, and growing up as an orc, how are you still alive and I’m dead? That’s just… Melkor’s own luck, that’s what that is. Melkor’s own damned luck.”

He watched the pearl roll down the hill and toward the Towers, his hands and jaw slack with disbelief.

“How… how do you do… You are in some serous fell beast shire now my friend, I think you’re going to join me soon.”
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“Gahhhh!” Reg screamed as a light presence touched his shoulder and a wee voice spoke in his ear. Was that... was it... Fleeg?!

“Fleeg!” he roared, spinning in circles to try and find his oRb soAhC. “Where the hell are yeh?”

No sign of Fleeg. Reg spun around once more in his confusion. The voice continued heckling him, admonishing him about the incident with the Pearl and mocking all of his most favorite hobbies. Reg bristled particularly when the voice mentioned his geodes.

“You blasted piece of dung! You shriveled bit of Lava Snake skin! I’ll get you yet, Phlegmson!!”

He took off, hairy arms flailing yet again, in the general direction of the Barad-dûr.
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Still no luck it would seem Umoya set the cobwebs down in the tower and looked about. Maybe she was looking for the wrong thing? After all maybe hiding Grond here was a bit too difficult. Perhaps Uruva and Sil were in fact hiding a lava snake. She'd always thought those were bigger and not so fun to play with so she had never wanted much to do with them but if they couldn't hide Grond in here maybe they were plotting something with snakes?

Yes maybe they were going to change Barad-dur into a completely inappropriate caduceus with an eyeball on top. Who knew? She didn't not yet but she was going to find out.

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DING DING DING!

The thief has been caught!! @San has successfully apprehended that innocent(?) thief Pearl in her hiding place in Barad-dûr, where she had made off with a Lava Snake! You are now a Minion Second Rank Hunter! You may choose to specialize in Thieves, Places, or Items, and will be able to guess two possible Thieves, Places, or Items, according to which specialization you choose, in each post.

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 Ten, commence!


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“AAAAAHHHHHH!”

Reg was screaming. Why? Because he’d arrived at home to find his geodes had been touched and rearranged on their shelves. Reg was not particular about much in life, but he was very particular about the organization of his precious rocks. Typically, he arranged them in order from biggest to smallest, but on some occasions he’d really go wild and put them in the order in which he planned to eat them. On this occasion, they had been in their usual size order along his shelf (a flat outcropping of more rock in his cave), but he’d arrived home from the adventure with the pearl to find them all haphazardly messed up.

“Aaauurrrrggghhh!” he screamed, stomping his feet and punching at walls.

Who would do such a thing? Naturally, Fleeg was suspect número uno. Somehow, though, this seemed much too simple for Fleeg. So who?

Reg had a lot of enemies, a handful of frenemies, and a couple of friends (maybe). The first one who popped to mind after his chAos bRo was, of course, Blinky. Reg rather hoped the lava snake community decimated by the giant pearl had been where Blinky resided these days. But who knew? Maybe the little blighter was out for revenge.

And so Reg hopped onto his Pink Tricycle to search for the culprit. First, he rode from room to room of his home. He was going to be thorough about this, oh yes. He wouldn’t put it past the thief (or a surprise One George) to be hidden somewhere still, in this or That Dark Corner...
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The only good that Dwim's yelling did was get him evicted from the Black Market. It did not matter too much though. The missing lava snake had been found elsewhere. Once again, someone else had claimed the glory. Distressed and with nowhere else to go, he decided to go and sulk in That Dark Corner. Once he found the corner and nestled into the darkness, he felt something run over his hairy foot, then heard a whisper and then a rat squeaking. Was that someone eating a rat? "ScaryZôr? Is that you?" he asked meekly. It was too dark for him to say for sure. "I didn't know you liked eating rats. You know who else likes rats? Ketchup the Fell Beast does."

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Taking a break from hunting for a while, Naelia decided to come back to it once some of her other responsibilities were in order. "I got to stop taking on more things that I can handle!" the minioness thought to herself as she began to search for clues as to the identity of Mordor's latest thief.

This time, she found herself in the Halls of Injustice once again, trying to pick up the trail of the person that thought they could continue to deceive the powers higher up by emptying out the Land of Shadow of anything that would pose a threat to them. "Good luck on that one!" Naelia scoffed, as she came across the Hauberk of Angmar, seemingly abandoned, hidden under a loose piece of flooring that nobody seemed to notice. Nobody but the minioness herself. "Are the minions responsible for looking out for things like this losing their touch?" Naelia wondered, searching the area for clues as to the identity of the person responsible for making such an obvious hiding place for such an item.

Hearing somebody snickering, the minioness thought that she was chasing one of the Halflings, but it didn't prove to be the Halfling she thought, since there, sitting near a corner with his back turned towards her was none other than Jorgy, trying his hardest to make himself look smaller than he actually was, probably in an attempt to throw people like Naelia off of his trail.
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"No, it's Frost," was the whispered response from the darkness of the corner.

"Oh, Frost!" replied Dwim. "That makes more sense." He found it much easier to picture Frost eating a rat. Is that why he was hiding in the corner? Just hunting rats?

"No, I've stolen the One Ring," he revealed. "But clearly this isn't a great place to hide it. Maybe I should find a Cloud of Ash instead."

"I'm not so sure that's a great hiding place either..." Dwim muttered under his breath as he watched the strange minion disappear into the distance.

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Dwim realised that if Frost was out looking for clouds of ash, it meant that he was not tending to the On the Rocks pub. Which meant that he might be able to get away with doing some snooping there. He left the darkness of the corner he'd been crouching in and made for the pub. He wouldn't find the One Ring there, but he was sure there would be other stolen things stashed in cupboards there. That place always seemed to be the centre of shady activities. He'd have to be careful though. If the wrong person caught him snooping, like Moriel for example, they'd probably string him up and punish him with the Cat O’ Nine Tails or something similarly wicked. They had no sympathy for hobbits in these parts of the world.

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She was in a mood she was going to figure out who did this she was a little miffed that she had missed the last one but that was fine, really it was. Now she was looking at Ducky and Elenhir for being the theives since quite frankly she had been off target for so long maybe it was best to stop watching Sil and Tzu that way they could get back to their sneaky sneakery. Whatever it was they did. The Haradric Haradrim? Woman whatever she called herself, Umoya did not trust them and she was not here for grammar either apparently. Someone might even call her a murderer of grammar. English teachers beware.

NOW what would Ducky and Elenhir go after and were would they hide? Apparently Grobby's Cupboard was once again regenerated, and she was tempted to peak in there but only if she could figure out what it was that they were hiding Probably the Sequined bum flap onsie. Ducky would be calling it cannon, Elenhir would be railing against it, because that sounded appropriately like the two of them it was time though to get over her fear of spiders it seemed.

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“Not over here, not over there. Where are you, geode reorganizer??” wailed Reg. This was as hopeless as Narv trying to resist eating ALL of One Huge Barrel Full of Hobbits. That guy couldn't stop at just one. Oh no. He'd eat the whole barrel full, every time.

In his despair, Reg cast aside his tricycle and decided to locate the disruptor of his stuff on foot. He stomped about and used his teeth to pull the cork from a bottle from Írimë’s Wine Stash. “Ahhh,” he sighed. This was more like it. A bit of booze to loosen up the ol’ peabrain. Reg wondered vaguely if that big pearl had in fact crushed the Towers of No Return. He shrugged. Not his problem. His problem, of course, was whoever had entered his top secret bachelor pad without permission! Rrrrrg.

He drained the last of the wine and chucked the bottle out the window. It rolled down a slight hill to join several thousand other bottles Reg had discarded. “All righ’!” he roared. “Time to kick some butts!”
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As Dwim entered the pub, he was relieved not to see Moriel there. There were no whips in sight either. Írimë’s Wine Stash seemed to be keeping everyone distracted, so the hobbit kept low and snuck past minions. He managed to get behind the bar without being spotted (as far as he could tell). There were lots of cupboards to check, most of which were filthy and greasy, at least to his hobbitish standards. The first few cupboards all seemed to hold fairly standard items, but soon he came to Grobby's Cupboard. When he opened the door to that place, he could hardly believe his eyes, or the smell of it. All sorts of strange things were stashed in there! "What, in the name of Dimcairien, have I come across here?" he mouthed to himself, looking at some strange kind of creature wriggling around on the ground.

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@CHAOS and @Dwimmerlaik, within Grobby's Cupboard 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.

@THE MAIDEN FAIR, within the Towers of No Return you have stumbled upon a Tar Pit! Here the thief has cunningly concealed a deep, wide tar pit beneath the floor and you must swim or otherwise make your way out of the hot, sticky morass before hunting again.
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"Yet another elusive thief!" Naelia thought to herself as she found herself searching through The Towers of No Return when the last location didn't seem to get her any closer to catching Mordor's latest thief. Since she was led to a place where she ran into a trap in the past, the minioness tried to keep on her guard for anything out of the ordinary. "Now what kind of trap was I led into before?" the minioness tried to recall, since although she had checked the location before, these traps seemed to move around, so she was never quite sure when (or if) she would run into the next one.

Whilst searching the area, she came across One Rotting Leg O' Las, hidden in plain sight. "This seems to be a popular item to want to try and take!" Naelia thought to herself as she continued to hunt for clues as to the identity of the person responsible for such a heist. Like before, she heard snickering, which led her to believe it was one of the Halflings that was responsible, but was shocked to discover none other than Uruva! Perhaps the snickering was made by one of the Halflings, but he was either no longer here, or perhaps he was just trying to elude the person that the minioness just came across. "Perhaps suspicion has been placed upon him." Naelia thought to herself.
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She went wide eyed seeing the murder hornet nest and fled as quickly as possible, attempting to trip Dwim so that the murder hornets would kill him rather than her but that didn't seem to work, they were both dead meat to these hornets. She kept running as hard as she could before she spotted something rare in Mordor, a beehive. Some sorry sod had decided to try to set up a bee hive, fortuitous for her, not so much for the hive or it's owner. She ran for it and knocked it over allowing the murder hornets to feast on said bees from bee hive ignoring her only slightly stung backside to escape well away from Grobby's Cupboard as a few bees caught her but then were caught in a storm of angry (but apparently hungry murder hornets)

By the time the bee slaughter had finished Umoya well well onto the otherside of the Morannon nursing and cursing at the stings she did happen to get.

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All of a sudden it became clear what it was that was wriggling on the ground. It was a nest of those damned murder hornets! So that's why there were always so many of them around On The Rocks, trying to attack him every time he came close. Because they were nesting inside the pub itself. Just as he went to slam the cupboard door shut, which would have contained the hornets and averted the crisis, Umoya tried to trip him. It was enough to make his hand slip from the door, and all of a sudden the hornets were upon them. "What did you do that for?" he asked her as he ran from the swarm. Luckily enough, a bunch of bees suddenly appeared and started warring with the hornets. Dwim jumped over the hive and hightailed it out of there.

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@CHAOS and @Dwimmerlaik, you may now hunt again!

@Lady of Shadow, within the Towers of No Return you have stumbled upon a Tar Pit! Here the thief has cunningly concealed a deep, wide tar pit beneath the floor and you must swim or otherwise make your way out of the hot, sticky morass before hunting again.
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“Ahh, tar. We meet again.” Reg and tar were practically best friends now. Or at least casual acquaintances. He had swam (swum? Swimmed?) about in the sticky stuff many times. He could probably train to be a tar pit lifeguard by this point, so finessed were his tar swimming skills. Though he would probably be more inclined to let others get sucked into the stuff rather than saving them. Fine. He would be a tar pit deathguard. But only after he found whoever touched his geodes!!!

The hairy orc did a slow breaststroke from the midst of the pit to its edge, then hauled himself out. “I think I need a bath,” he muttered, for the first time in his life.
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"Panicked." She said with a flippant shrug to Dwim when he asked why. "What else was I going to do against Murder Hornets? I'm sure you'd do the same if you'd thought of it first. We both survived thankfully" With that she went back to looking for clues as to who had stolen what. She came up with a short list Sil and Winddancer as the possible thieves. A fantastic deviation from her standard of Sil and Tzu she thought. And what would the steal? Could they possibly be holding Grobby hostage? Away from his cupboard? Perhaps somewhere else in On the Rocks.

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Dwim was glad to see Umoya turn her attention to elsewhere in the pub. He was still convinced that whatever was stolen was hidden amongst the mess inside Grobby's Cupboard. Murder hornets would certainly be an ingenious way to keep something safely guarded in there. With the swarm of hornets and the bees still battling like a wild cloud from hell, he realised the coast was probably clear for him to snoop around in the cupboard. Grobby was gone. Maybe BabyZôr had taken him for a spin. But just as Dwim began to rummage around, he suddenly realised that not all the hornets were gone...

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"That's what it was!" Naelia thought to herself as she encountered the Tar Pit. Since the minioness had encountered this particular trap before, she looked around to see if the rather large looking tree branch (or whatever it actually was) from the last time was still around (not that she expected it to be, but she had to check, just in case. Even if it were, she would have to drag it around to the other side and attempt to do the same thing all over again).

Seeing that it wasn't, Naelia had to come up with another plan on how to get across to the other side. Last time she attempted to do this, she tried at first to tie her cape around her head to keep her hair from getting all sticky and gooey if she had to actually swim through the tar. This time, the minioness had a bit of an advantage; she was actually wearing her chest plate, so she could attempt to do the same thing that she originally wanted to do the first time she encountered the Tar Pit, without actually getting her shirt all sticky and gooey (other than her arms that was, but that couldn't be helped). "I'm going to need to find somewhere to bathe after this." Naelia thought to herself as she tried to balance on the breastplate armor that she wore (anything else would simply get too bothersome, and the minioness wasn't the type of person that often fled from a fight, which is why she often refused to cover her legs and arms, but this was one time she wished she had, since it would be much easier to navigate through the Tar Pit), though she would still have to put her arms and legs into the tar pit in order to glide her way across, similar to what she did last time, but with her arms instead of another tree branch.

Attempting to jump into the Tar Pit to make it at least half ways across, Naelia landed only a third of the way and had to stick her arms in the tar to make like oars if she were in some type of a water craft. The minioness would have to remember to search for something (like the large tree branch or whatever it was she encountered the last time) that she could throw in the pit so that she wouldn't have to get her clothes all sticky and gooey (either that or start wearing a full suit of armor when she went on these thief hunts and since there was really no need to, she vowed for the option to look for something to help glide herself across without having to actually step foot or place an arm in the tar pit itself, since this was gruelling work).

Finally making it across (after rolling over a few times, but at least the tar wouldn't stick to the armor like it did her regular Mordorian clothes), she pulled herself out and began looking for a place to either bathe in or hose herself off before she continued on with her search for the elusive thief that set up these traps in the first place. "If I could only find a piece of wood or branch long enough to put it across the Tar Pit, next time will be much easier." Naelia thought to herself.
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@Dwimmerlaik, within Grobby's Cupboard 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.

@THE MAIDEN FAIR and @Lady of Shadow, you may now hunt again!
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It appeared it was time to bite the hornet as it were. Umoya after finding several extra layers of clothing, which was rather hard to do as a haradrim woman. After all things were all light and airy in the desert. Not much use for protecting against murder hornets and she rather liked her skin in one piece and not swollen to bits. She took several deep breaths and plunged back into the hall of hornets as she had taken to naming Grobby's Cupboard, hopefully to rescue Grobby from such a horrible fate. All that was left now was to figure out WHO would do such a thing. She decided she had been lenient enough with Tzu that she'd see if she could find that dastardly woman when another name struck her. WAIT a moment.

HOld on a tick.... Dwim had not really done much to escape those murder hornets aside from follow her. She narrowed her eyes. "Super sus." She muttered as she looked at the other person that had been in the cupboard with her.

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Naelia heard rumors that Grobby's Cupboard may contain those dreaded Murder Hornets, but since the minioness was out of options, she had to check it out anyway and hope that the hornets had moved on (Naelia didn't like encountering them since it was rumored that they may have attacked her pet dragon, Drinch, when she first came across him near the Sea of Nurnen, badly dehydrated, so every time the minioness came upon them, it brought these memories back to the surface).

On her way, she could have sworn she saw DEATH sneaking around, seemingly crouched over, as if he was protecting something small. "Trying to conceal something, are we?" Naelia thought to herself as she continued to track him, keeping a close eye out for those deadly hornets. If the person responsible was trying their hardest to conceal the item (since the location was a little on the small side for them to hide themselves in, or so the minioness thought) on their person, could it be Grobby himself that had gone missing (since Naelia was getting a little more familiar with this particular item)?
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"Aaah!" cried Dwim as the remaining hornets were rustled up and began to attack him. He charged back out to the bar, running straight past Umoya with fear in his eyes. "Don't trip me again!" he urged as he moved past her. The fact that she was heading back towards the cupboard meant that she too knew the stolen item was in there. He only hoped the hornets would attack her too and keep her from finding it first.

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DING DING DING!

The thief has been caught!! @Fuin Elda has successfully apprehended that sneaky thief Tzu in her hiding place in Grobby's Cupboard, where she had made off with Grobby. Fuin, you are now a Minion Third Rank Hunter and will not be affected by any traps, in addition to the 2nd Rank abilities! If you stumble on a trap, you may redirect it to the player of your choice..

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 Eleven, commence!


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This was fantastic, yes Umoya was absolutely pleased at the fact she'd finally caught Tzu misbehaving and had managed blessedly to avoid any further interactions the previous round with the Murder Hornets. She'd even refrained quite gracefully she thought, at least the second time, from tripping Dwim as he attempted to escape.

Now however her attention turned to finding the next Thief. And she decided that Dwim was well within the capabilities of being the thief, perhaps he even has used Sil as an accomplice. One could never tell in these dark lands, as for what they stole and where they had hidden it, she decided that perhaps it was the Sequined Bumflap Onesie, she'd not seen that stolen yet though perhaps she had missed it previously but it was of little concern to her, no more than A Cloud of Ash passing by. Which gave her a thought...

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"At least I was able to avoid those dreaded Murder Hornets!" Naelia thought to herself as the last thief was caught by someone else, though she seemed to be right about everything else.

Moving on, the minioness now found herself searching through the watering hole known as On the Rocks once again. She didn't search the location much, since she wasn't much of a drinker. Alcohol only slowed the thought processes, so it was good if Naelia indulged very little in the activity, but it was quite humorous to watch others attempt to make a fool of themselves, even if they didn't remember much about it in the morning (which was another reason that the minioness often refrained from this particular activity).

While she was searching a peculiar looking empty spot in a far corner, she came across none other than Jorgy, seemingly very successful at trying to make a fool of himself, regardless of his small stature. "What is that Halfling really up to?" Naelia wondered, as she snuck closer to his position, not noticing that Irime's Wine Stash was not far from her current location.
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Dwim was impressed that Umoya had restrained herself from tripping him again. However he was less than impressed that she'd got back to the cupboard before him and found Grobby first. Dwim was always so close to success, but never quite there! Thief hunting was a lot harder than he'd expected. There was just too much mischief going on ay On the Rocks for him to keep up with. This time he'd have to pick a case somewhere quieter. He flipped through the letters he'd received from the Thief Hunting Commission, browsing the different cases and leads.

According to one of the letters, the known thief Elenhir had been spotted near Cirith Ungol. Dwim wondered if he'd stolen the One Ring again. It would certainly be a bold thing to do twice. The hobbit thought it was at least worth a look, so he exited the pub and began the journey to Cirith Ungol.

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Reg was floating serenely in a large stone vat full of warm water. He had finally scrubbed the last of the tar from himself and now, at last, it was time to relax. His setup was pretty sophisticated given the primitive materials at hand and, well, the primitive nature of his brain. Several Lava Snakes were snoozing at the base of the vat, providing heat to keep the bath warm in exchange for a hearty meal Reg had offered. He also had a rubber Ducky on hand, just to get that complete bath time experience. The great hairy orc was feeling mighty pleased with himself, incident with the giant pearl notwithstanding.

“Arr, nearly forgot!” he grunted, sitting up and reaching over the edge of the vat to grab a special geode from Beneath a Rock, where he’d hidden it earlier. It was bright blue and had a lovely swirly pattern in it. It had taken all of his willpower not to eat it when he’d found it in The Shadows deep in the mines. “Meant to try this at my last bath. Hopefully it’s not gone bad in the decades since.”

With a plunk!, Reg dropped the geode into the warm water. For a few long moments, nothing happened. Then, slowly, the geode began to fizz and disintegrate, emitting a delightful cascade of bubbles. “Ahhhhh!” Reg sighed, sliding back into the water. Geodes truly were magical things.
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Apologies for the delay, hunters!! Back on track now :dance:

The thief has NOT been found!
The item HAS been found!
The hiding place has NOT been found!
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Umoya had almost fallen asleep which probably would have been bad, she probably would have found herself stolen. Now she though calmly she was a bit annoyed that Dwim and Sil were not the thieves but she had a solid feeling on the Sequined bumflap Onesie. She was certain that that was the item. However she needed to figure out who stole it and where they might be hiding it.

The Haradrim woman paced quietly thinking and watching until she was certain she had figured out the next beings that she was going to investigate. Finally she decided on Uruva and Windancer they were likely up to something and one of the easiest places to hide something like that was the Black Market.

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If Umoya thought the Sequined Bumflap Onesie was the stolen item, that was good enough for him. She had after all been right there with him in the hunt for Grobby. That realisation brought a very sudden halt to his journey to Cirith Ungol. There was no point searching for anything there anymore. The tower had been long abandoned and was so far out of most people's minds that he'd be incredibly surprised if anyone would even think of it when considering where to hide something.

The last time he'd seen someone wearing the onesie had been at On The Rocks (had the wearer been Taethowen?), but they had quickly dashed away towards the Towers of No Return. He couldn't remember what prompted that mad dash, but it may have been that a thief hunter was on her trail. That was more of a lead than he had otherwise, so he suddenly became resolute in his decision to head towards that other tower. Besides, if they truly were towers of no return, then if she'd went there, she couldn't have returned!

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


@Dwimmerlaik, within the Towers of No Return you have stumbled upon a Tar Pit! Here the thief has cunningly concealed a deep, wide tar pit beneath the floor and you must swim or otherwise make your way out of the hot, sticky morass before hunting again.
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Could Naelia have been right about Irime's Wine Stash? Even if the minioness was right about the item that had mysteriously gone missing, she still hadn't located either the thief or where it was that either they or the stolen item had been stashed.

"Where to check next?" Naelia thought to herself as she found herself searching Beneath a Rock in a last resort kind of scenario (even though it was far from it, since the guilty party was only successful in trapping one person so far). It wasn't a place that the minioness checked often, since most thieves were a lot bigger than the common insect, but she thought that she would check anyway just in case she lucked onto something.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary, Naelia could have sworn she saw Blinky heading in the direction of a location where the minioness had run into a trap before, and was a little weary on following them in. "That doesn't mean I have to actually enter the location if I know that there is a trap there." the minioness thought to herself as she tried to find a way to capture the thief without running into any more unexpected surprises.
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Another day, another trap. Just as Dwim opened the door to the Towers of No Return (a huge effort for a small hobbit), his foot searched for ground but instead found air, and he was quickly tumbling down into a pit of tar. "GAAHHHH!" he yelled, not understanding what this thick, sticky stuff was that he'd fallen into. But he suddenly understood why it was called the Towers of No Return. Either you got trapped in this sticky pool, never to return. Or you escaped, and quickly decided never to return to this damned tower. For Dwim, it became the latter. His mother had taught him a trick. "If you ever fall into the lake, make sure you take a big breath of air and hold it. You'll find your body will float to the surface."

Whether it was that trick working for him, or just that the tar was too thick for him to sink down into, he found himself slowly able to wade to the edge of the pool until his knees felt ground. He crawled out, spitting tar out of his mouth in between huffs and puffs. Now he was in a cave, and he'd have to find his way back out through the undeground tunnels. Mordor had quickly become the worst place he'd ever been to.

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


@Dwimmerlaik, you may now hunt again!
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Well then it appeared she was wrong on the market and the bumflaps not because she was actually doing a good job but she did pick out that someone had found out what had been stolen so now it was a matter of finding the who and the where. Who would take Irmes Wine Stash? Where would they hide it? She had no idea. None at all so she decided to take a look at Gwai and Dimcairien perhaps they hid it in Dhad Burz. That might makes sense? Did she care?

Perhaps it did perhaps it did not, and the answer was infact no. She did not. What she did care about was that Dwim seemed to have fallen in a tar pit. She turned her nose up at the smell of the tar from him and that did take her mind off of the hunt for a moment. "You seem to only have bad luck, because I feel you're almost to the point where having no luck would be better for you." She said with a laugh at the misfortunate hobbit, he was perhaps one of the best things in Mordor at least in terms of entertainment.

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The thief has NOT been found!
The item HAS been found!
The hiding place HAS been found!
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Well then she was doing half decently from what she could tell NOW all that was left was to find the thief she supposed. She didn't even feel bad as she sat down in Dhad Burz and pulled out a bottle from Irmes Wine Stash and began sipping at it waiting to see who possibly have stolen Irme's Wine stash and hidden it here. There were not a lot of options over all but she finally decided it was quite possibly Lailorn, they were not local, and the other was BabyZor and perhaps neither of those would understand the importance of the wine to Irme. (She was planning on blaming the loss of yet another wine bottle from the stash so that she didn't have to deal with any rage from them)

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"Get me out of these blasted tunnels!" yelled Dwim, his cries echoing through the caves and tunnels for what sounded like miles. "I'd rather be tortured in Dhâd Bûrz than try to find my way through this insufferable darkness any longer."

"If only I was down here with Írimë’s Wine Stash, I'd just stay and drown my sorrows. Frost tried to warn me about this. He said there was no place in Mordor for a hobbit. Turns out he was right."

He trudged on further through the darkness, swiping at the frightening creatures which swooped at him every now and again. Were they bats? He'd heard all sort of terrible tales about bats, and these creatures did seem to fit the descriptions.

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Not finding anything out of the ordinary in the last place she looked (not that she was expecting to, but she had to check, just in case), Naelia now found herself wandering through the tunnels that led to Dhad Burz, which made her think of her nuisance traitorous half-sister once again. Probably because Lathana was always trying to come up with new ways to escape and go back home to Northern Mirkwood, but since their mother was no longer around, the minioness didn't know why the Elf wanted to even go back there. "Wasn't she sent to live with me in the first place because she had no other family?" Naelia thought to herself as she shook off the memory and returned to the task at hand.

The minioness was only successful in finding out that it was indeed Irime's Wine Stash that was stolen, but why would the thief hide out here, where Naelia felt more comfortable rather than choosing a location that had a trap, for example. "Especially if the said trap is running into those blasted Hornets!" the minioness thought to herself, and wished she had a blow torch every time she encountered them.

As she was reminiscing, Naelia could have sworn she saw DEATH sneaking through the area, hiding something of value under the cape they tried to conceal themselves under, but were they trying to conceal themselves, or the item that they had made off with? There was only one way to find out...
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DING DING DING!

The thief has been caught!! @Dwimmerlaik has successfully apprehended that rascally thief Frost in his hiding place in Dhâd Bûrz, where he had made off with Írimë's Wine Stash. Dwim, you are now a Minion First Rank Hunter! Nothing special happens.

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 Twelve, commence!
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