Thief Hunt Series I

[Silky Gooseness]

Good news! Something has been stolen and a thief is at large! Now, even though we just love thieves, this one is just a little too cunning for our Lords’ liking. They want the thief found immediately, or else they’ll get upset, and you know what happens when they get angry! So help us find the thief, before we are roasted!

To Appease Our Lords, Find

The Thief’s Name
Where The Thief Is Hiding
The Item The Thief Stole

Possible Thief’s Name

Aelita – Dincairwen - Narv –Eldy– Quill –Toasty M – Akilah – Moriel - Loke - Nessila – - Reikon Suchi-ru – Sil– Uruva - Winddancer - Mazana

Possible Hiding Spots

Assassins Guild - Barad-dûr – Cirith Ungol -

Halls of Injustice – Lava Snake Racing - Minas Morgûl–

Morannon – Mordor Job Center – Mordor Pub - Newbie Spawning Pool -

Post Office – Riddles of the Eye – Ringwraith Review

Carchost - Narchost

Possible Items Stolen

Angainor - Black Axe of Gothmog – Cat O Nine Tails-

Grond – Goblet of Steaming Blood -Hunk of Man Flesh -

Witch King’s Iron Crown - Lava Snake –Mouth of Sauron’s Toothbrush –

Morgûl Blade – Nazgûl Robes - One Rotting Leg O’ Las

- One Ring - One Huge Barrel Full of Hobbits - Pink Tricycle -

Traps

The thief was obviously very crafty, for he has left a few traps for the unsuspecting.

Covered Pit: Enter this place and you will immediately fall into the dug out pit and must RP your way out before your next guess!

Variety of Snakes: In one place, the thief has left a variety of poisonous and non-poisonous snakes to attack whoever enters. If you are unlucky enough to cross these snakes, you are bitten and must examine your wound. You Must Rp your way out before your next guess!

How The Game Works

All participants will post before a 24 hour deadline (roughly...) has passed.
When the deadline arrives, hints, a new 24 hour deadline, and other information concerning the game will be posted.
The process is repeated until either one or more person posts the correct combination to solve the mystery.
At that time, the participant that has derived the correct answer will be told at the following deadline.
EDIT TO ADD: Yes, it is fine to jump in at the start of a new round - you don’t need to have been here since the start. Piggybacking off information other people have worked hard to gain is absolutely in the spirit of Mordor.

The Rules of The Game

1. All posts must be over 200 characters! This means you post an IC description of how you reached your conclusion.
2. Each player must post name of thief, place where the thief is hiding, and item that he/she/it stole in bold somewhere in their post.
3. Only one post is allowed between each deadline.
4. You may post the same combination as another playe

[Reikon Suchi-ru]

Reikon had found himself within the confines of Mordor many a time, but not in quite a long while. As a trader and procurer of rare goods, the Silvan was one of the only Elves who had gained enough of a reputation for violence and mischief to be welcomed in the Dark Lands. This time, it was work which had brought him to the far East. More specifically, he had been dispatched to recover a stolen item of some value and importance. He wasn't sure exactly what the item was, but based on the tumult in Mordor, Reikon guessed a Morgul Blade had been stolen. If this were the case, the most logical place to begin searching for the item was obviously at the Assassins Guild. Where else would one covet such a powerful and ancient weapon with such fervor? As to the identity of the thief, Reikon had heard only whispers, but if reputation were to be believed, Winddancer was the most likely culprit.

[Gecko]

Waves of heat rolled across the rocky, ashy stretch of Mordor with enough familiarity to make Gecko's chest ache. It had been a long time since she'd thought about home, longer still since she'd come, but the timing felt right. She brushed a hand over the sword she wore strapped to her hip, ready to draw it out at the slightest provocation. There had been few enough chances to fight during her hiatus, but hopefully Lord Sauron would overlook that. She's been out spreading chaos and creating new minions in her time away, surely that counted for something. Stopping by the throne room seemed like an important first step, then the Assassin's guild to see how that had fared in her absence. But, a sign near the Black Gate caught her attention

Gecko frowned as she read the words, then resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course there were thieves in Mordor, that went without saying. What self-respecting minion didn't help themselves to others positions from time to time? I mean, wasn't that exactly what happened with the One Ring? First some man took it, then apparently a hobbit or something? Maybe a wizard? Gecko wasn't exactly sure of the details, only that they were dirty rotten thieves, not the type that Mordor appreciated. Which, of course, begged the question of who would be caught this time? Thinking back over her past acquaintances, Gecko wondered which of them might still be alive. Mordor wasn't exactly the kindest place to live, but if she were a gambling woman (and she was when the mood struck), Gecko would bet almost anything that Nessila was still kicking around somewhere. That woman had more lives than a cat.

[Pele Alarion]

Strange as it may be Daeryn found herself looking for some mysterious thief in unlikely places, though more likely than not she herself could end up being kidnapped and maybe eaten by some gross orc in a deep cave. Yet dare she did and wondered whether Mazana might be the thief. After all Nazgûl Robes could be a rather useful item to have, especially if you tried to intimidate someone in a Mordor Pub.

[Rowena Ellenweorc]

*eeee squee TH*

NPC Elanna Amruniel (Runi)
What the bloody hell was she doing back here, again? There had been a time in her life oh so many years ago where this had been her homeland. Elves had been known for having uncanny precision with their preferred weapons, but it had been here she'd fine tuned it. Here she had learned her taste for blood. But she had left for her own safety and fled to Gondor. So why the hell was she back? Was she insane? Okay everyone knew the answer to that was yes, but she still had no idea what the hell had made her decide to visit her Reeky old friend. He had sent her an invitation via the post office to visit him. For some reason, she stupidly accepted. So now here she was. Now what? Hold on. Was that--? No it couldn't be. Impossible. That was only an item of legend. Certainly it couldn't be the famed pink tricycle! She had to be mistaken.

[Moriel]

A thief was running amok in Mordor- what else was new? Fortunately, this time Moriel was in town to hunt the miscreant down. She herself obviously wasn't the thief (though if she was, that would be telling, and she wasn't about to give the game away), so who could it be? There were plenty of minions and non minions alike clever -or stupid- enough to want to make off with the Black Axe of Gothmog, but who could actually do it? Moriel pondered this deeply, and concluded that as the greatest wild card in the land, Narv was the most likely culprit. As to his hiding place, Moriel set off at once for the one place no one would ever expect to find Narv. The Mordor Job Center.

[Gwai]

This wasn't the first time Gwai had accidentally stumbled her way into Mordor. Some prankster, probably Quill, had turned the "Cirith Ungol this way" sign the opposite direction, and Gwai had clearly had her head in the clouds not to notice she had ridden toward large and scary cliffs. No matter, she had survived Mordor before, and could do it again. There was a little more activity than she remembered from prior visits. Her mastery of the Black Speech was a little rusty, but word on the street seemed to be that something valuable had gone missing--something with a reward attached, one would assume. Being a little on the broke side, this seemed like a decent job opportunity. If the Witch King's Iron Crown was missing, she would be the one to find it.

[Oro]

Thieves, always thieves. Why did it have to be thieves? Gror was a dwarf and didn’t belong in Mordor, but had been captured and was now being forced to catch a thief. Bad luck as always. If it weren’t for bad luck, he would have no luck at all. He was quickly becoming tired of this hell hole, but had to do his job or else his family would die. Or some such rubbish. He had the feeling that Winddancer was the thief, and so he was following her to Minas Morgul to retrieve the item, although He had yet to figure out how he was going to pry the Cat O Nine Tails from a Nazgul’s hands. But one thing at a time right?

[Mazana]

As she made her way outside for the first time in ages, Eámanë brushed the dust off her clothing and muttered darkly. It had been a long time since she had been called on and it showed. Still, even if her limbs still felt heavy with disuse and her joints ached with every step, her glittering eyes were as alert and malicious as ever. They swept across the barren landscape that slowly came into view as the Elf climbed the stairs from her prison, recalling the assignment that had been given: Hunt down an unknown thief who had stolen an unknown item and stole away to parts unknown. Vague, but well within her expertise.

If she was hunting alone, she would've had time to recuperate and prepare properly, but this was apparently a competition and others had already gotten a headstart. There was no time. With only the clothes on her back and her sword in hand, Eámanë began to walk towards the direction of Carchost, where a master thief named Akilah was rumored to have been spotted. If it was true that Angainor was the item that had been stolen, perhaps the reward would be worth the hassle.

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

Nerwen hated thieves. The lazy devils should just get out there and work like everyone else did. Except for her, because she was a queen. Queens don't work, they rule, and there is a distinct difference don't you know? The dwarfette had heard that Mordor was having some issues with light-fingered activity, this alone was confusing because surely people were always trying to return things to Mordor? That Ring for example, everyone was really keen to put that back where it came from. Regardless, Nerwen had thought hunting thieves would be a passable way to spend some of her sabbatical, especially if a reward or treasure was involved. She thought she would start at the top - in Barad-dur, looking for the thief Nessila who may have stolen a thing called Hunk of Man Flesh. Honestly, these minions had some very strange perceptions of treasure...

[Yávië]

Talen had been at the wrong end of a lot of back alleys, flailing fist fights, and failed heists since his childhood in...Bree? Or had it been Rohan? Everything seemed like it was blurring together these days. But he was still scrappy, his collection of knives had seen several upgrades, and he wasn't old--hey now, come off it!--he was just...matured. But to end up chasing thieves in Mordor? He didn't know whether to be disgusted with himself or impressed.

And where was he to start? These dark lands were beyond the ken of his usual sources. None of his would-be schemes had hereby prepared him for lava snakes. Then again, aha! Who was that raving in such strong denial? Moriel, he thought he had heard someone say. Just the name for the petty thief of the Mouth of Sauron's Toothbrush! And if she was headed one direction, well, that was obviously a fake. Talen was sure he'd find her cowering away in the Post Office.

[Silky Gooseness]

The Thief Has Been Found!
The Item Has Not Been Found!
The Place Has Not Been Found!

Both Talen and Runi have fallen into a heap of snakes in the Post Office! An exploded parcel from a mysterious Tiger King seems to be the issue here. Both of you must RP your way out of your predicament instead of making a guess this round!

[DEATH]

Loke feels funny. And hot. And hurt ... possibly broken. All around him are familiar faces, worn out places, Sauron's braces. Bright and early for their Lava Snake Races, going nowhere, going nowhere.

Place does look familiar though. Rocky, a bit ashen, lots of shadows. Frayed ends of memory tug at the skirts of his mind, as though trying to undress the past, or at least get a peek at its underwear. And sticky, oozy, all around. Loke drags himself out of the Newbie Spawning Pool with a hi and a ho and a bottle of ... where did he leave that rum? A sudden whiff of ... what is that? What IS that smell? Putrid, greasy, decaying. Dinner! Could it be a Rotting Leg O' Las? Loke lifts his foot and realises - nah, it's just this lump of goop on the bottom of his foot. Dripping a deep red ichor, it's weird bony protuberance caught between his toes. Oh, bonus! Loke scrapes the Hip O' Las from his sole, and starts to chew over his predicament. And the hip. Back in the days, he and Winddancer used to split a Las to save money. He'd have to find that wench and fight her to the death again, for old times' sake.

- I know I missed the first round but I plead ignorance. And apathy. Or indifference. Something in that kind of zip code. Also I'm new here.

[Reikon Suchi-ru]

A thorough inspection of the Assassins Guild had turned up no stolen items as of yet, and the Morgul Blade was found just where it had been left, in a display case jealously guarded by two rather foul-tempered Olog-Hai. Reikon managed to make it out of the Guild hall unscathed, but he was no closer to locating the thief and recovering the stolen item. The Silvan still suspected Winddancer was the pesky thief, as she had a penchant for pilfering, and Reikon had learned she had been at the Assassins Guild earlier but was now on the move. To the untrained, there were a number of locations one could continue looking for the thief, but Reikon was a seasoned thief hunter, and knew the most likely location to find the culprit was at the Halls of Injustice. With the Morgul Blade found in its proper place, Reikon wondered if it wasn't Grond instead that had been lifted. How one could get a Morgul Blade and Grond mixed up, the elf had no clue, but that was not the task in front of him at this time.

[Gwai]

Apparently the Witch King's Crown was right where he wanted it...on his head, and as Gwai hurried away from that somewhat embarrassing as well as potentially dangerous encounter, she was only glad that he seemed to be distracted by something about a Tiger King sending explosive snake packages. Glad not to have been anywhere around that explosion, and the inevitable scandal to arise, she found herself by the Newbie Spawning Pool, wondering if she might run into Quill. She wished she had a spy network here in Mordor. But, if the Tiger King was sending explosive packages, it would stand to reason that he would be after something like Grond, since wolves and tigers were natural enemies. There was no arguing with that kind of perfect logic.

[Moriel]

Ok, so Moriel had been mistaken about both the item and the location, but she was still pretty sure that Narv was the thief. She shook off the last couple of snags that had tailed her out of the Job Center, waving resumes and and swords in a desperate effort to get a reference. She'd only had to kill a couple of them to get away, but it was very tedious when she was on the hunt for a thief. One thing that any minion was always striving to steal, whether for the lory, the intrigue, or a midnight snack, was One Rotting Leg O' Las, and Moriel was pretty sure Narv was always on the lookout for a snack. But where would he hide this prize, so tempting to all and sundry? Of course! The Newbie Spawning Pool! None of the little snags there knew any better, and he could skulk off into some corner to gnaw a rotting bone.

[Oro]

Gror felt that he was no closer now than he had ever been. He shrugged. It was a good guess to think it was Winddancer but he wasn’t correct on the item or location. First of all the Cat O Nine tails was in the hands of Moriel at the Spawning Pits, and no Nazgul yet existed to fill Minas Morgul with terror. Shrinking back, Gror started to look around Morannon over the black gates themselves. Maybe that was where the cruel villainess had gone. What had she taken? Now he suspected it was the great battering ram Grond that had been taken. Where ohh where had she taken it?

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

Half way across the desolate wasteland which let up to Barad-dur, Nerwen had a change of heart. She had the distinct feeling that Nessila was actually far too foo to try and steal anything, let alone hunks of stuff. The silly elf probably wouldn't even know what to do with man flesh. However, a rumour had reached her ears that a shady character called Narv had been behaving badly, possibly he could be found in at Lava Snake Racing? The season was just started after-all, and the arena was a good size to stash Grond!

[Mazana]

Eámanë was not at all surprised when it turned out that Carchrost was a dud. Hunts were rarely ever easy or simple. That's what made them fun, or at least a temporary distraction from the futility of life. After using her time there to requisition someone's horse and waterskin, she rode out again in search of the thief. Thankfully, it was a straight line heading to Narchost. The Elf was still convinced that Akilah was the criminal she was searching for, though more updated reports have noted that One Huge Barrel Full of Hobbits had gone missing in the last day.

[Yávië]

Talen hadn't had delusions, exactly, when it came to Mordor. He hadn't been expecting a feather bed, fresh-picked summer salads, steaming bath houses, or, even, the barest degree of polite chit chat. But he also wasn't expecting to walk into the Post Office, several knives loose and ready in their sheaths, and fall headlong into a pile of reptiles.

Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?

Crafty goblins, blundering trolls, evil-smelling orcs, cut-throats around every corner, that's what he had prepared for! Not--"Yaaaack!" He made an undignified screeching noise as a new bundle of wriggling monsters dropped from a teetering shelf into his hair. "Gerroff me you stinking, slimy, savages! Garahhh!"

Enough was enough. Let the mystery thief run amok with barrels full of toothbrushes or goblets of steaming tricycles! What was it to Talen? He shoved himself backwards, snakes slithering and sliding underneath his hands, and fumbled for the door in the murky light. Several long, scaly forms scrambled outside with him, attached to his trousers and under the collar of his shirt. He kicked the door shut again with an almighty bang! and set about disposing of the hanger-ons with a groan and his least favorite blade. Wretched, ridiculous place.

[Silky Gooseness]

The Thief Has Not Been Found!
The Item Has Been Found!
The Place Has Been Found!

Loke and Moriel have fallen into the tar pit which is the Newbie Spawning Pool. What did you expect? It was always a tar pit. RP extricating yourself before your next guess!

[Oro]

Gror was on the hunt, he worked his way towards the Morannon when he saw Winddancer standing near Narchost waving at him. This had to be a dream, Winddancer never waved. He shook his head and immediately knew that it wasn’t Windy that had stolen whatever it was that was stolen. Trudging along he thought, who else could have done it. Then it hit him, It was Moriel who had taken Grond to the Morannon that had to be it. He was sure of it., As sure as anyone who had just gotten a concussion in the pits could be.

[Reikon Suchi-ru]

Rooting around in the Halls of Injustice proved unfruitful for the Silvan, but that did not deter him from continuing his quest. After all, there was sure to be a hefty reward once the legendary Grond was finally recovered. Though Reikon's suspicions of Winddancer being the culprit had not been entirely dispelled, the elf's contacts had shared with him (not cheaply) that an even more nefarious thief was likely lurking about the Black Lands: Nessila. Though she was not particularly scary, Reikon could definitely see her pilfering valuable items and running off with them. She could still be lurking in the Halls, and so Reikon pressed on with the search.

[Mazana]

In Narchost, the trail leading to Eámanë's main suspect had gone cold. No one had seen or heard of Akilah nearby, which unfortunately meant that she had to consider a new thief to investigate. As she walked through the halls of the guard tower, ignoring the orcs and trolls running around the place, the Elf idly considered the information available to her at the moment. The loss of One Huge Barrel Full of Hobbits could be considered a rescue mission, and if there was a person Eámanë associated with random good deeds, it was her sister, Mazana. Maybe she was the thief. It was something to consider. Besides, there was nothing like a few years spent in a dark pit to even make a family reunion seem palatable.

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

Aule take it! This hunt was going round in circles, first she thought she had the thief, then she didn't have the thief. Now she thought she had the place, but everything was starting to look the same. All rocks, and lava, and slathering orcs with rolling eyes and bad breath. Nerwen sat down at Lava Snake Racing (tentatively, because you never do know in Mordor), where she spotted the back of Moriel's head as she was leaving and it looked like she was carry One Huge Barrell Full of Dwarves. Nerwen scratched her beard and pushed herself up with her axe; time to catch a thief!

[DEATH]

Loke is certain he had dragged himself OUT of the Newbie Spawning Pool with a hi and a ho and a bottle of ... but apparently that goop on the bottom of his foot wasn't just a Hip O' Las. One misstep later and it's Glug, Glug, Glug ... sleepy time.

Cough. Splutter. Ghnmng. Oh My Eru this schlop is STICKY. What was that old rhyme about when you find yourself stuck in a tar pit? Loke hums it to himself ...
"When you're covered in tar and it all starts a' stickin',
Cast your gaze around for a fair feathered chicken,
'Cos all this tar is a time bomb a' tickin',
And chickens are a yummy route to free-dommm!"

But that's just a silly childrens' song, right?

All of a sudden though, Loke hears a familiar call. Buk-Buk-BuKERK! Also a chicken wanders into the Newbie Spawning Pool. Loke ignores the call and latches onto the chicken's leg, using it as an anchor to drag himself out of this stinking tar pit.

But the thief has got away.

[Moriel]

ALAS. Even if this was the correct location, Moriel had no was of knowing it as she was currently occupied by trying to to be sucking into the tar pit that was the Newbie Spawning Pool and die a horribly sticky and viscous death by drowning. Drowning in tar? Was there any less pleasant way to drown? ...really though, that's not a question that needs to be answered. Moriel grappled with her balance, for it was extremely difficult to change direction when sunk hip deep in a tar pit, but with a tremendous effort she succeeded in turning around and flinging her upper body at the edge of the pit. The ground had nothing helpful to grab on to, but it was ground. By sheer dint of will and clawing her fingers into the ground in a manner she would surely come to regret, Moriel dragged herself a few inches closer to the edge. At that moment, a couple of snagas came into the hall. "You! Hey, you!" she shrieked at them, "Get over here and pull me out!" Not only was this not a situation you really wanted a snaga to see you in, Moriel would normally have avoided the putrid little beasts at all costs, but beggars can't be choosers. The snagas trotted over obediently and each seized an arm, but the suction was too great. they tugged, and it seemed Moriel would emerge from the tar pit, but as soon as the snagas relaxed a little it sucked her back in with a sicking THUCK. Fortunately, her shout had attracted the attention of other snagas, who scurried over to help. One by one they grabbed onto each other to help pull, until a line of twenty snagas on each arm was pulling Moriel in the most ridiculous game of tug of war of her life. At last, at long, terrible last, the power of the combined snaga company overcame the suction of the tar, and Moriel came hurling out of the pit to land in a cloud of dust and a heap on the floor. The snagas went wild with jubilation, for nothing so exciting had ever happened in their miserable existences. "Shut it," groaned Moriel, laying an arm over her eyes. She would never, ever live this down if it got out.

The only solution was to kill them all. Once that was accomplished, she could go about her hunt...

[Gwai]

It seemed there were quite a few places around here that one did not want to be close to, out of concern for one's health. Gwai felt lucky as what turned out to be a tar pit was already at max capacity--hard to fall in when there are two other people already stuck and floundering. She assuaged her guilt about not helping the unfortunates by the comforting though that they would likely try to kill her when if she did. Wandering toward the Lava Snake Racing course, she decided to start interrogations, starting with Nessila, and try to get more information about the whereabouts of Grond.

[Yávië]

Talen flung the last snake away from him with a lungful of explosive curses and glared at the grimy lava pits and desolate paths surrounding him. A snaga goggled at him, leering and mishappen. He stalked past it in high dudgeon, taking care to dig the heel of his hard boots into the ugly thing's clawed toes.

He still thought the thief was Moriel, it had to be! Every twitch she made was suspicious, every tar-matted lock of hair dripped with corruption. But perhaps it was Grond she had taken and hidden away in the very spot her fate was sure to be determined, the Hall of Injustice.

[Silky Gooseness]

The Thief Has Been Found!
The Location Has Been Found!
The Item Has Been Found!

But no one has found them all together yet...so keep hunting! You’re so very near...

[Reikon Suchi-ru]

Nessila had given Reikon the slip, but the elf was still hot on the trail of the person whom he thought was the true thief in all of this. The Hall of Injustice had proven to be much larger than Reikon had initially anticipated, as in all of his rummaging around the imposing structure, he had still not managed to fully clear the location of all its possible hiding spots. The Silvan still strongly suspected that someone had pilfered Grond in all of this, but as had been the case with Winddancer at one point in time, the true culprit still eluded Reikon. Just as he was about to turn around and head for the doors, the elf spotted Moriel skulking about in a very suspicious manner. He decided to carefully follow, in hopes she would lead him to the thief.

[Oro]

The dwarf tapped his foot on the side of the black gates of the Morannon but still there was no thief present. Maybe he had miscalculated the size of the item being stolen. He was looking for a giant battering ram, but maybe instead it was something smaller. He could not quite wrap his head around it. He was positive it was Moriel, maybe, who had stolen it but it wasn’t Grond. Or maybe it was. He wondered if anyone had seen that One Huge Barrel full of Hobbits lately.

[Moriel]

Covered in tar from the waist down and snaga blood from the waist up, Moriel had resumed the hunt with a vengeance. There was no question that she was hot on the trail if the thief, she had overturned almost every secret location in the land of shadow, every dark and ashy corner, but there were still a few places left to look. As she slipped (though less silently than usual due to the tar coating her feet) into Narchost she saw One Huge Barrel Full of Hobbits sitting in a corner, quite alone. Some of them were groaning but most were quite dead. As she approached the barrel, Moriel realized that not only was it quite alone, so was she. There was no one else around. Could it be? Through some incredible lapse of memory (or booze), could she have forgotten that she, herself, was the thief?

[Gwai]

It was getting confusing, wandering around Mordor, wondering if every passing orc and goblin was going to stick a knife in her ribs. Gwai also began wondering if she should have put on some sort of disguise. She also wondered if the reward for the return of Grond would be worth it. There had better be quite a bit of a reward to make it worth going to Morannon, which was not the best of spots even when there wasn't a thief on the loose. She also wasn't getting very far with her interrogation of Nessila, making her wonder if perhaps she should have hired someone else to do the interrogations for her, although that would begin to cut into her profit margin.

[Dungeon Delver]

It figured, as soon as Frost returned to Mordor after nearly a decade at sea he would be called upon to catch a thief. It irked him to no end to be gang-pressed into the search but, well it was Mordor after all, sometimes you just had to go with the flow. It only took a few cursory conversations with less than intelligent Orcs to find that most of the players hadn't changed in his years away, Nessila was the most likely culprit, she had been caught (by him) on at least a dozen occasions trying smuggle out some strange trinket. Best start with her. He headed over to the Halls of Injustice, a good enough starting point when you've been away for a decade and need to play catch up. The information, as was ever the Mordor style, was bad. His contacts came back with half a dozen items that could have been stolen, there was nothing definite, naturally. If it was Ness, then the item she stole would have to be the One Huge Barrel Full of Hobbits because, well because it was weird.

[Yávië]

Maybe it was Moriel, maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was Grond, maybe it wasn't. Maybe the whatever it was was in the Hall of Injustice, maybe it was stuck in the throat of an octopus twenty thousand leagues under the sea. Talen just hoped the thief had as much of a headache as he did.

With a rather self-pitying sigh, the would-be bounty hunter wandered off towards Morannon, kicking at stones and glaring belligerent at everyone he passed. If he picked a fight in this place, what were his chances of coming away with all his important limbs? Worse than his chances of discovering...wait! What was that! There were piteous cries coming from a large round lump in the rocks ahead. It couldn't be...had Moriel stolen a huge barrel full of hobbits. Unbelievable!

[Silky Gooseness]

The Thief Has Been Found, The Place Has Been Found and the Item Has Been Found... by the successful winner of game 1, MORIEL, who nobly caught herself in the act of snaffling a Barrel full of Hobbits (not Dwarves @Queen Nerwen I can only assume you stuffed the Dwarves in there yourself you bad girl) in Narchost.

The traps have been reset: now there is a Fell Beast lurking somewhere, and the Thief has primed a stink bomb to go off in another location when disturbed.

Moriel as winner of game one may redirect the Fell Beast if she finds it, into the person of her choosing.

Go forth and hunt the Second Thief!

Edit to tag @Moriel

[Oro]

Congrats Moriel!

Time passed and yet no villain arrived. Gror had been sure that he saw Moriel sneaking this direction with a barrel full of hobbits, but the thief was missing. Heading home, past Narchost, He saw Moriel awkwardly standing looking at her hands, standing next to a barrel full of hobbits. It seemed that she had just realized that she was the thief. Gror stopped, would she really chain herself up? Arrest herself? He had to see this. But then a snaga came running past yelling “THIEF THIEF” and Gror was back to work. An investigators job is never done. This time he would catch the foul thief Winddancer in the act as she stole Grond at the Morannon

[Dungeon Delver]

The thief already found? Ha! Frost didn't believe it for a second. Clearly Moriel had turned herself because she was working with a crew. Frost could almost admire that. Almost. Stealing a barrel of Hobbits was a dead give away though. He'd follow her, or hire someone to follow her. Sil was good at sneaking about, if he could recall. Now Frost just needed to find her. He was half turned around backwards now. So much had changed in Mordor, everything had a whisper of familiarity but only just. Perhaps he'd stop by the Mordor Pub and have a pint of black ale or fermented goat milk before he set out. He mused on the way of the nature of the artifact that had been stolen. Of course there was no word as to what it was, might might be a Pink Tricycle for all he knew. He laughed, the more Mordor changed, the more it stayed the same.

[Moriel]

It was me! I did it! Muahahaha!

Having gotten away totally clean with her last stunning heist, Moriel set out on the hunt for another thief that was plaguing the land. She was absolutely sure it wasn't her this time, and she was still pretty sure that Narv was up to something. That troll wasn't as stupid as he looked- which was saying something- and she knew that he had a penchant for the Pink Tricycle, which was astonishingly sturdy and could stand up under the weight of a troll. Imagining Narv riding around on it made Moriel slightly sick however, and she pushed the image out of her mind as she set off to investigate what seemed to be the most likely destination: the Mordor Pub. All sorts of bizarre things went on there, who would bat an eye at a troll on a trike?

[Menolly]

Horklesnork the orc generally didn't believe in hunting for thieves, because as a thief he resented when other people tried to catch him. But exceptions had to be made. For instance, Hork had had his eye on a Lava Snake for a long while. But then it had disappeared out from under his nose! He hadn't managed to glimpse the thief, but based on the odor left behind he had an inkling it could be Reikon. The smell led away from the scene of the crime directly toward the Post Office. It was perfect! Hork could catch the thief and also mail those postcards that had been piling up.

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

Zâram grunted under her breath as she began to hunt for the resident thief. If there was anything she hated, it was a thief that wasn't her. Her beady eyes scanned the spot where the Witch King’s Iron Crownhad been not too long ago. Who on earth could have taken it? Well, there was that creature Nessila, who would make a likely candidate for a thief. In a huff Zâram clumped off towards the Newbie Spawning Pool to catch the vile thief.

[Gwai]

Her scant contacts in the Mordor underground, better known as just Mordor, told Gwai apparently the thief had gotten away with the crime and was long gone. That was fine, she was over looking for Grond anyway. She had already looked in all the obvious places,and had drawn a blank. Wondering if she should have signed up for that private eye course she had once seen advertised in a magazine, she began retracing her steps toward the Ringwraith Review, on the lookout for one Loke, as apparently chaos followed where this particular person went.

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

@Sil typos mistress, I'm clearly having a character / cannibalistic crisis

One thief down. That sneaky Moriel must have got a split personality or two. However, here in Mordor, death and thievery goes on as normal. Maybe it wasn't the residents who were the problem, maybe it was the possessions and items. Maybe the iconic paraphernalia of Mordor grew hundreds of little legs which grew out of them and then they went off on little adventures of their own. Nerwen stroked her beard; that story sounded familiar, rather like a man in a hat had written it. If indeed, things were travelling she might have to widen her search: she set off in search of Uruva, in the Post office, possibility in possession of Ringwraith Robes.

[Landy]

Everyone is a thief, at least in Mordor, but Akilah had to find somebody who had stolen a hunk of man-flesh. This pretty much narrowed it down to the majority of females in Mordor, herself included. Most likely it was man-flesh belonging to somebody's beau. Akilah had done plenty of stupid stuff in a drunken stupor, and her memory isn't what it used to be. So before going off on a hunt for somebody else she decided to check her favourite hiding place. Her first contribution to Mordor had been as a the Mordorian postmistress, so she hopped on her steed, spear in hand, and trotted off to the Post Office.

[Yávië]

Yaaaaaaaaaaah, so close, but this wasn't the time to wallow in lava pits. Shouts of "thief, thief!" were already filling the air. Was Mordor always like this? It was almost...exhilarating. Talen considered his options and headed in the direction of Minas Morgul. He had to start somewhere, and he may as take in the sights, so to speak. Boy, would there be tales to tell in the next pub outta here. No one would believe that he, little ragamuffin Talen, had dared venture into the dark lands. Of course, if people were stealing pink tricylces, maybe Sauron wasn't all he was cracked up to be--Talen darted his eyes around nervously even as he had the thought, as if someone might pick it from his mind and make an example of him. Someone like, Toasty M, perhaps? He had better watch out.

[Silky Gooseness]

The Thief Has Been Found!
The Item Has Been Found!
The Place Has Been Found!

Wow, you guys are expert thief hunters! I mean not expert enough to actually catch the thief but you’ve narrowed it down...

@Moriel has accidentally set off the stink bomb in The Pub! Shame it wasn’t the one trap you could redirect. Sucks be to you. You know the drill, RP your way out of the situation.

[Dungeon Delver]

Sil was nowhere to be found. Maybe she wad dead? Frost half figured most of the people he knew were dead. Mordor had a rather high turn over rate when it came to those in charge. It was a cut throat system that ended up with a lot of blood on the floor. Without going in any particular direction, Frost found himself standing in front of the Post Office. Had he ever actually been inside? He had no recollection of it if he had, even now he was a little too inebriated to fully decide if that was in fact where he was. Mordor alcohol was a thing of beauty, or was it disgusting? Frost's head was going to start hurting if he thought too much at this point. What was he looking for again? The Witch-King's Iron Crown? What was he even doing here? He needed to find a bed.

[Oro]

Gror was starting to get frustrated, but the job of a private eye was never done. Deciding to check yet again another location, He made his way to the Spawning Pool hoping to catch Winddancer in the act of her theft. There was no other explanation other than that it was her. He had no grudge against her, he thought, but for some reason he blindly chased after his nemesis from place to place for item to item. He knew it had been Moriel last time, but it had to be Windy this time. What did she steal? Maybe it was the Hunk of Man Flesh

[Moriel]

@Sil dare I point out that Frost also chose the pub last round? I bow to your superior evilness if you have a method for determining who gets the trap when more than one person picks it rather than giving it to both.

Moriel had slid into the pub in entirely stereotypical fashion: a dark figure in a long cloak with her hood up sidles mysteriously into the bar... you know the drill. Unfortunately for her, the stealth act didn't work very well this time. Clearly, Narv had planned ahead to cover his tracks! No sooner had the door swung shut behind Moriel than with a tremendous bang a noxious cloud of green smoke and the most vile smell imaginable filled the air! She gagged and retched, throwing herself against the wall in an effort to escape the cloud. This was terrible! Even worse than when Orco had destroyed the outhouse! Pressing herself against the wall was making no difference whatsoever so, as if it was a fire instead of a raging pungency, Moriel dropped to all fours and began to crawl. It was an awkward crawl, what with one hand holding the cloak wrapped over her nose and mouth, but at long last she made her way back to the door. Flinging herself outside. Moriel rolled over several times in the ash- both to get away, and to douse the smell. Lying on her back, limbs outsplayed, she determined that there was no way a thief could still be in there. Time to try again.