Thief Hunt Series I

[Dungeon Delver]

Oh no! Frost, once again had not caught the thief. He was so disappointed in himself. So utterly devastated was he by this turn of events, that he managed to steal away the Morgûl Blade whilst everyone had been busy congratulating themselves. Ha! Right under everyone's nose. The smuggler in him hadn't died completely just yet. He would nee to hurry though, word that he had stolen one of the blades would travel fast. Who could he fence it to? Narv? It would be risky, cave trolls did not usually make for good confidantes, but needs must. Where did he hang out these days? Frost was half convinced he was about to spend an entire week searching for him while the troll sat in the Mordor Pub. Better head there first. He was actually quite parched, a good stout would do him some good right about now.

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

Damn, she had been so close, yet still so far from catching the thief. Would she ever be successful? At least someone other than that minion Moriel found the thief this time. It wasn't fair for someone to be so good at catching a thief. Zarâm sighed yes yet another announcement of another thief. Who could it be this time? Zarâm headed off towards the Ringwraith Review. She was certain to find Uruva there with the Goblet of Steaming Blood.

[Moriel]

ALAS. Moriel had been unable to maintain her incredible winning streak, but never mind, it was *retch* kind to let others win sometimes, and after all, this might lull them into a false sense of security and make them grow careless in there hunting. As always, there was another thief on the loose, and the hunt resumed! She was certain she had seen Nessila sneaking around, though truth be told her fluorescence was hard to hide, and spotting her wasn't especially difficult. But this time she had made so bold as to steal The Mouth of Sauron's Toothbrush. Moriel couldn't see why she would want such a putrid object, but there were plenty of people with weird tastes around Mordor and she wasn't going to judge. If there were ever a good place to fence stolen objects, it was the Mordor Pub, so Moriel set off in that direction. A stiff drink wouldn't go amiss either...

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

Nerwen, a dwarfette

Nerwen had got diverted by pubs; many, many pubs with strong Mordorian liquor. She swayed slightly as she left the last one, vaguely aware that during her hiatus she had probably let many thieves get away with treasure and other shinies. As she proceeded down the street, she realised she had never appreciated just how stunning some bits of Mordor were. The jagged rocks, the lava, the volcano, the rusting weapons, the drooling minions...they all had some charm about them. She came face to face with one of these minions and in her tipsy moment, she yelled, "It was Narv wasn't it? He took the Goblet of Steaming Blood from that Mordor Pub."

[Silky Gooseness]

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

@Gwai in Lava Snake Racing has run into an angry debt collector to escape from before the next guess... Whilst @Frost @Moriel and @Queen Nerwen have all run into a shady orc trying to sell you a pyramid scheme in the Pub. Moriel May redirect the MLM seller to another poster next round and guess; the others must suffer through his pitch first.

[Dwim]

Perhaps Sil did not like blood, because she was proven not to have stolen the Goblet of Steaming Blood. She had an alibi, having recently outed herself as an elf of Rivendell. Who was the culprit then? Knowing that a few of the other thief hunters were stalled and distracted by debt collectors and sales-orcs, Akrag afforded himself some more time to snoop around the Assassin's Guild for clues. There were a few puddles of blood trailing out towards the exit. The thief had obviously sloshed the blood around in their haste to get away. In one of these puddles, which had now dried out, there was a sticky looking footprint. Quickly looking in his book of footprints that he'd put together, Akrag realised the footprint looked somewhat like Winddancer's.

[Dungeon Delver]

What the... what? Frost looked up from his Elf Blood and saw a creepy, three toothed orc sit across the table from him. His first instinct was to throw his glass at the orc and leave, but... he couldn't. This must have been a particularly strong Elf Blood. He would have to talk to bartender. Who was that again? Who was this orc in front of him? What was he talking about? Frost managed to make out a few words. Something about makeup sales and how he could reach his potential if he was able to get 10 more people to buy into the program. Frost was rapidly losing consciousness but the orc across from him seemed completely unperturbed. In fact, Frost's inebriation seemed to fuel his excitement. He began talking about his success in what he called the "Capital Trapezohedron." Whatever the flying hell that was. Were there two of them now? The shady orc with bad breath and three teeth seemed to be multiplying. This wasn't good. He needed more Elf Blood if he was going to have to sit through anymore of this. But, then, three glasses later and he was still there. Now he was talking about how easy it was going to be for Frost to earn enough capital to be able to work from home. But... Frost was already working from home. What was this orc talking about? It made no sense. Was he talking about smuggling? Frost could do that. Why were there four of them now? Was he being ambushed? Where was his sword? He could have sworn he had it. Had Moriel taken it before she vanished? Probably. That made this more awkward. What was Frost supposed to be selling? The orc(s) was not very clear on that. Apparently, now Frost needed to sign something? Where was his pen? Just sign his name here and get another Elf Blood...

[Gwai]

Gwai had just entered the Lava Snake Racing arena when an extremely upset goblin approached her. "You owe me money!" the goblin howled at Gwai, pulling a large knife and waving it menacingly. Gwai put her hand on her own sword, and took a step back. "Who are you?" she asked, confused. "I don't owe anybody money." She wasn't saying she was rich, but she definitely was not in debt, particularly to somebody like this. The goblin went on. "My name is Glasha. I'm a debt collector for the Lava Snake Racing Crime Syndicate. You owe us 30 gold pieces!" Gwai was even more confused. "I really don't owe you anything," she said with a semblance of politeness before losing her temper. "Now get out of here!" she threatened, raising her sword, which she did, in fact, know how to use. The goblin looked at the knife, and then at Gwai's sword, and took a few steps back. "The Lava Snake Racing Crime Syndicate will not be pleased with this," Glasha hissed. "They do not take kindly to losing their money." Gwai shook her head, annoyed. "Are you perhaps thinking of somebody else" she questioned. "I've never even heard of Lava Snake Racing, much less the crime syndicate," she said. The goblin looked confused, and then shook her head. "I need the money from somebody, and you'll do well enough!" Gwai sighed. She had tried. She gestured menacingly with her sword. Glasha swallowed, and took a few more steps back, as Gwai approached more closely with her sword, and finally the goblin turned and ran away. Gwai sighed again. Maybe she should get involved with a crime syndicate, since she clearly did not have a career in front of her as a Thief Hunter.

[Silky Gooseness]

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

Anyone who was caught by a trap last round and hasn’t RPd their way out must still do so before they can post with their guess.

Except Moriel.

[Dungeon Delver]

Frost woke up with a horrid taste in his mouth and pounding headache. There were at least three tables in front of him that all coalesced into one, single ugly table with Elf Blood spilled all over it and six empty glasses. How much had he drank last night? There was a taste in Frost's mouth that felt like it could have only come from The Mouth of Sauron's Toothbrush. He leaned over the seat and vomited. He didn't feel better after he did. His head was still pounding and throbbing like an angry hornet had gotten trapped inside. The Pub was empty this morning, except for Dincairwen hanging out in the corner all by herself, like a weirdo. If Frost had had the capacity to think at all in that moment he might have thought something was up, but all he could think of about was getting some eggs and bacon, perhaps with a side of mushrooms. He stumbled out of the bar and wandered over to the Ringwraith Review because, being so hung over he thought it might double as a diner.

[Dwim]

Akrag slammed his book shut. He had been misled by his own sketches. It was not Windy's footprint at all. He opened his book again, sketched a picture of the footprint on a new page, then slammed it shut again. This had become very confusing. Though he knew one place he might be able to get some answers. Back to the Ringwraith Review offices he went. The people there loved answering questions. Surely someone would recognise the footprint he'd drawn and offer a suggestion. "Hey, all you!" he exclaimed as he entered the building. "Gather 'round. I have three new questions for you all!"

In typical Ringwraith Review format, he began his inquiries:

"1. Whose footprint is this?
2. What have they stolen?
3. And where have they gone?"

The first person to answer was a fair-haired maiden from Rohan. She'd come a long way just to answer questions for fun. "Why that looks like Loke's footprint," she answered to the first question. Addressing the second, she said, "I believe he was seen pocketing the Mouth of Sauron's Toothbrush. He tried to conceal it, but it is such a large toothbrush, the bristles poked holes through his pocket. As for the third question, I think he may be hiding down in the basement!"

[Moriel]

@Sil redirect made! :smiley8:

Having just managed to evade a seller of some kind of shady product in the Mordor Pub by shoving her into Zarâm's path (@Dimcairien Luiniel), Moriel moved swiftly on to her next line of pursuit. The Mouth of Sauron's Toothbrush was definitely missing, and the suspect pool was narrowing. Abandoning her previous idea, she now suspected that Quill was behind the theft! After all, elves always wanted to be shiny and clean, and if they were wandering around Mordor, no doubt they'd take a toothbrush where they could get one. But where would an elf hide? Most likely some innocuous place like the Ringwraith Review.

[Silky Gooseness]

This is ridiculous. I’m going to have to stop running this soon and turn ownership of the thread over to @Moriel because she KEEPS WINNING and ruining my fun. Stupid lucky clever Moriel. Anyway blah blah you’re a level 3 Thief Hunter and may now make two guesses of one thing per round, be that person item or place. Which will only cement your position as a Thief Hunt Champion. Unbelievable.

If anyone wants to keep playing except Moriel,

Thief Hunt Round Five!

[Moriel]

Yet again, Moriel was victorious! She was beginning to suspect that the other thief hunters might be banding together to assassinate her in an attempt to end her winning streak, so it would be prudent to proceed cautiously this time. Beginning alphabetically this time, she decided to investigate Aelita and Akilah. Moriel had heard that the Cat O' Nine Tails silentbeitwasthecat was missing, and what better place to search for it than the Halls of Injustice? Things could get awfully heated there..

[Dwim]

Akrag the orc marched back to his cave. That stinkin' Moriel had got another one! That should have been his moment, he was just too slow. Thoughts of murder began to run through his head. He knew how risky that would be, murdering Mordor's most renowned thief hunter, so at this moment it was just a thought. But how did she keep solving all the crimes? Was it just luck? Perhaps she was a thief herself. Did this give her an innate knowledge of what other thieves would do ahead of time? Or was she just framing all these people for her own crimes? This was a lot of questions, so he decided to try and track her to find out. She'd left the Ringwraith Review before him, so he had to catch up. Where was she off to? Was it the Post Office? Probably not. But that would be a great place for him to go to first, he thought, because he could at least send her some death threats before the hunt began. He began scrawling rough drafts on a ratty piece of paper, something about attacking her with the Black Axe of Gothmog, among other things.

[Gwai]

Finally disengaging from the Lava Snake Mafia, Gwai wondered if she should completely give up as a thief hunter. Moriel once again had found the thief. While not normally a violent person, she vaguely wondered how much it would cost to hire an assassin. Would Mazana be interested in such a task? Obviously Gwai first headed to the Assassin's Guild to look into this. An idea stopped her, however. She would probably save money if she did it herself. Perhaps the Black Axe of Gothmog would be an appropriate weapon choice.

[Dungeon Delver]

Moriel was good, Frost would give her that. Really damn good. She had managed to stop three thieves now before they had a chance to fence their goods. This time in full view of Frost. He wondered then, would it be good have her followed? Keep her off his trail? She was good enough that she might be able to catch the uncatchable. That would be a good idea. Perhaps he could have his new friend Mor Toast follow her? Just in case? At any rate, Frost needed to make an example of that orc from the night before. The fog had cleared now. He was to string up that Shining Trapazohedron follower or whatever he was in full view of everyone, perhaps outside Barad Dur itself, to make it clear he was not the drunken fop everyone seemed to think he was. And then, after slaking his bloodlust, he could get to work finding a buyer for Gothmog's Black Axe.

[Silky Gooseness]

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

@Frosty the Snowman was unlucky once again - someone is emptying refuse pots out of Barad-dûr and you are forced to halt your search to get out of the way...

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

Nerwen, a dwarfette

It seemed that one called Moriel was rather good at this hunting lark. If Nerwen was a betting dwarf (which she wasn't) she would put gold on this all being an inside job. She had a brief image in her mind of Moriel, sitting on a dark throne like chair, counting all her ill-begotten goods and laughing at the Thief Hunt organisers. Nerwen wondered if Moriel set out her minions periodically to tack up forged wanted posters and started rumours about who was taking what. The dwarfette huffed, well she might as well keep trying, she considered if Akilah could have stolen the Axe of Gothmog from the Halls of Injustice...

[Gwai]

There was nobody at the Assassin's Hall, most likely because everyone was out on assignment already. No matter, Gwai would figure this out on her own the hard way. She could hire her own assassin. Loke seemed like a likely personage to start with. But where to find him? Cirith Ungol might be a good place to start, albeit scary and out of the way. She would most likely need something to pay for the services rendered, and a Goblet of Steaming Blood seemed a good payment. She wasn't sure what else she would do with it anyway.

[Moriel]

Fan mail! How sweet. Moriel read the letter swiftly- some orc called Akrag had written her the nicest death threats, his detailed descriptions of how he would hack her to death were really very touching. Flicking the letter aside onto an open brazier, Moriel began reassessing her plan. The next obvious choice to investigate was Dincairwen- though it was harder to determine what an elf might want in the black land. Perhaps she wanted to retrieve the Rotting Leg O' Las? No doubt that was a valuable commodity among the poncey elf prince's fans. Or perhaps the One Ring itself- that was always on the table. But elves were a bit less adventurous than minions when it came to Mordor, and so Moriel headed to the Newbie Spawning Pool to investigate!

[Dwim]

Moriel was a bit too crafty. Akrag could not pick up her trail. But hopefully the corrupted ravens from the post office would find her and deliver his death threats. He was quite proud of some of the violence he'd managed to put down on paper. Speaking of violence, one of the most tragically violent injustices in the history of dark, shadowy evil was that time when Melkor was restrained with that filthy chain Angainor, by those wretched fiends known as 'gods'. Where did that chain ever end up, anyway? Akrag scratched his scarred chin in thought. Were they using it at the Morannon? Was it one of those chains the giant trolls used to pull the gates open and closed? Perhaps Narv would know. He was a troll, wasn't he?

[Dungeon Delver]

Of all the damnedest, annoying things that could have happened to him today. Chamber pots? Really? Chamber pots? Who in the Dark Tower even needed to use those? Frost was livid, more livid that usual. His veins were near to bursting as he had to stop and go around, nearly three miles out of the way before he could make his way back. It was only when he was nearly there that he realized he had no reason to go there now at all. Why bother? Whatever meeting he was going to try and set up was going to be useless now. Where was he supposed to go now? He'd lost track of Moriel having to take this stupider than a bag of bananas detour and she had likely already caught his next fence. Could this day get any worse? Better not say that out loud!

[Silky Gooseness]

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

Oh no @Gwai! You somehow got stuck in a spiderweb in Cirith Ungol! Best untangle yourself before you can hunt again - and before you yourself become the hunted...

[Gwai]

Gwai knew it was a mistake to have gone to Cirith Ungol. She hated spiders anyway, and immediately got caught in a large spiderweb, 'large' being the understatement of the year. And where there was a large web there was like to be a large...she stopped at that point, not wanting to finish the thought to it's inevitable conclusion. Large spiders. Argh, she did finish the thought! She struggled in the web, but the more she struggled, the more she found herself more and more tangled. She stopped for a moment, panting, and considered. There was some sort of dead small animal close to her, if she could grab that, it would give her a chance to try to get at least one hand free, and perhaps she could use it for leverage to try to pull herself free enough to reach her sword. She mustered her strength, wishing she hadn't skipped core day, and managed to get her hand on the small dead animal. Very dead. Smelled terrible, and was covered in more web than Gwai cared to think about it. She paused, panting, and using the unfortunate creature as something to brace herself against, managed to get her hand untangled enough to reach her sword. Fortunately, Gwai always kept her sword in fine condition (unlike the rest of her), and a few strokes later she was on the ground, tearing wildly at stray still-sticking cobweb pieces.

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

"That snake Moriel had somehow caught the thief again, damnit!" grumbled Zaram. "How in Melkor's name is such a thing possible?" She grimaced as she realised she was starting over with thief-catching yet again. Now, where would the thief be this time? Her feet trampled back to the Newbie Spawning Ground. While luck hadn't been on her side earlier, perhaps it was the place to try this time. This time she was certain the thief was Reikon. And she was certain he was hiding with the Mouth of Sauron’s Toothbrush. Though why someone would want that stinky toothbrush was beyond her.

[Moriel]

She hadn't found her original quarry ing the Newbie Spawning Pool, but Moriel was still convinced the thief might be around here somewhere. Uruva seemed a likely candidate for thievery, that slippery snaga was always lurking around, looking for unsuspecting newbies to corrupt. But what would she steal from the naïve souls? A Morgul Blade? Perhaps, but it seemed just as likely that she would make off with Grond, the better to knock down some other unsuspecting dimwit's door with.

[Dwim]

It turned out the chains used at the Morannon really weren't that fancy and definitely wouldn't have been strong enough to hold Morgoth. They were just standard chains. Big standard chains, but standard nonetheless. That was a rather dull result to his investigation. But he could smell something fishy in the air. Something was off. It did not feel right at the gate. Akrag climbed the towering stairs to get to the top of the gate for a better vantage point. Once there, it took only a moment of scanning to realise what was off. Someone, somehow, had smuggled a pink tricycle inside the gate. He flinched away, the sight of it burnt his eyes. But if he was going to figure out how it got there, he would have to get closer. Eyes clamped shut, he crawled towards the tricycle. Even with his eyes closed, he could see it, almost burning a hole through his lids. Finally, once he was close enough, he dared open his eyes again. The blinding pain was immense but just before he went blind, he managed to see a name carved into the side of the frame. "Uruva".

[Dungeon Delver]

By the time Frost made it to the Newbie Spawning Pool after his ridiculous detour, his client had left. Frost didn't blame him. Not a bit. Quill was there though, skulking about in the shadows. Maybe they could work as a good fence? There was only one way to find out. While not overly fond of the idea, Frost knew that he needed to make and remake as many contacts as possible. His plan wouldn't work relying on him alone. He had to be careful though, finding a fence wasn't like swinging Grond around like a cave troll. This would require subtlety. Not everyone was out for themselves around here. There were actual honest people in Mordor and he couldn't risk Quill being one of those people.

[Silky Gooseness]

The Thief Has Not Been Found!
The Place Has Been Found!
The Item Has Been Found!
Moriel Has Not Yet Won This Round!

[Gwai]

Shaking off the last of the cobwebs, Gwai hurried away from the place, hoping the owner of the web wouldn't be following. She needed to track down Sil and get to the bottom of this thief business. The Newbie Spawning Pool seemed a good starting point, and hopefully there would be a distinct lack of spiders in the place. Gwai was tempted to steal a Morgul Blade herself, and take it back to finish off whatever horrible creature had spun those webs. Perhaps there was a reward in that also.

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

Zarâm sighed in relief when it was announced the Moriel hadn't won yet. Perhaps there was still hope for some of them to become victorious in this game. She continued to make her way around the Newbie Spawning Pool, certain that she would find Toasty hiding there with the Mouth of Sauron's Toothbrush hidden somewhere amongst the rocks. Hopefully she could catch that dangerous thief and put a stop to all of this insanity. Thievery was a common sport here in Mordor, but so was catching the thief. It was decidely unfair for the same minion to keep catching all the theives.

[Moriel]

There were enough hunters sniffing around the Newbie Spawning Pool that Moriel felt she'd better stick around a little longer- but if she didn't have luck this time, she might have to look elsewhere. All her previous searches had led to dead ends when it came to the thief. But there were a few likelies left- Nessila, for instance, and Eldy. Either of them could have made off with a Morgûl Blade for their own nefarious purposes. Especially Eldy, those creeps were always trying to make off with the goods, but a spell in the Pits soon cured most of those ambitions...

[Dungeon Delver]

Morgûl Blades hold a special place in many of the hearts of the residents of Mordor. That's likely because they've been stabbed by one and still have a piece lodged in said hearts. There's no room for sentimentality here in the Black Lands, unless you're filthy rich and are willing to risk the wrath of the Nine. Which, apparently, Eldy was. She wanted Frost to "acquire" one for her, for a reasonable fee of course, and leave it at the Morannon. Such a place was incredibly risky, beyond foolish. Could it be a trap? Could the home office finally be starting to turn it's Eye on him? Frost did not like the sound of that. But the gold Eldy was offering was, well it was a lot. He could buy half of Umbar with it. No risk.... no reward.

[Dwim]

Uruva must have been framed, because when Akrag screamed her name out in accusation, no one seemed to care. All they noticed was the orc writhing around in agony at the top of the Morannon as he tried to take little peeks at the pink tricycle. Who had carved her name into the frame then? He crawled back to distance himself from the tricycle, then pulled out his book of handwritings, slowly trying to refocus his vision. Flicking through the pages, he tried to compare the samples in his book to the sample on the stolen tricycle. Eventually he came to a realisation. "The thief is Nessila!"

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

Nerwen was taking a break. Sitting in the stinking hovel the Mordorians called a pub, she pulled out a pen and parchment, she smoothed the parchment out tentatively on the sticky table. For a moment she spun the pen between her fingers, showing a clear dexterity, and then she started, "Dear Balfur", she wrote, "I am writing to you about this peculiar novelty here in Mordor. It is called a thief hunt, but to me it seems everyone here in Mordor would be a thief. One called Moriel has quite an infamy for it. I have not yet caught one (not sure I want to) but I have a speculation that this time Toasty, stole a Morgul Blade, from the Morannon." Nerwen paused again and signed off, "Ever yours, all my love, Nerwen". She rolled up the scroll and reached for her drink before thinking better of it and choosing to drink from her hip flask instead.

[Silky Gooseness]

The Thief Has Been Found!
The Item Has Been Found!
The Place Has Been Found!
Moriel Has Not Yet Won This Round!

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

She was getting close, she knew it. Perhaps Toasty had taken the Morgul Blade instead. Although, why someone would dare to invoke the wrath of a Nazgul was beyond her. But, if she could restore the blade to its rightful owner, Sauron might greatly reward her. It would be nice to have some new torture devices for a change instead of the rusty old things she currently used. Zarâm peaked her head into a crevice next to the Newbie Spawning Pool, hoping to catch a nasty thief.

[Almarëa Mordollwen]

Layna was not impressed. Thievery was running rampant in Mordor, and she had been hearing of nothing else but the ongoing and dreadful shenanigans of hapless detectives running around trying to find an item, some item, something that had going missing ... although apparently no one was quite certain what it was? She had heard that a Morgûl Blade had disappeared, which seemed a terribly bad thing to misplace, so she decided to wander over in the direction of the Morannon to see if she could investigate and come up with a proper list of suspects. After all, there were not that many folks around who would have the skills to disappear with such a blade - sil, perhaps?

[Arothir]

Torak was on the hunt again. Today he has a new goal. He figured he would take a look at the Newbie Spawning Pool to see if the Pink Tricycle was there. He was not certain who was the thief, but you have to start somewhere, maybe Sil?

[Moriel]

Tighter and tighter the new drew around the thief, Moriel was sure she was getting closer and closer. Sil was a slippery one- then again, that was only partially due to cleverness, and partially due to her rotten, undead state. If you wanted slippery due to cleverness, then you had to suspect Winddancer! Either of them could be lurking around the Newbie Spawning Pool, looking to shank someone with their new Morgûl Blade... Moriel narrowed her eyes, keeping on a sharp lookout for anyone who might want to shank her.

[Dungeon Delver]

The Morannon was a bust, Eldy must have chickened out of acquiring the Morgûl Blade. That was fine of course, Frost had thought it was a trap to begin with, but now he had the major problem of holding onto a very famous item after it had been reported that one was missing. This was bad. Very bad. If Frost hadn't known any better, he would have said it was a set up to finally try and catch him. He needed to get rid of this thing, and fast.The Newbie Spawning Pool was not an ideal place to hide things, but it was the closest place to him and he needed to act fast. There was a distinct feeling of being watched, though, as soon as he was inside, like there eyes watching him from all over. Winddancer was standing off to a corner but she didn't seem to be paying him much mind, and she was not the sneakiest there was, Frost thought he would be able to tell if she was spying on him.

[Gwai]

The Newbie Spawning Pool was getting busy, making Gwai nervous. There was also talk of Pink Tricycles, which seemed an odd item to have around, much less anyone have a desire to steal. Tensions were high, and Gwai still had not quite given up on her thought of hiring an assassin, versus simply becoming an assassin herself. How hard could it be? There was probably some sort of school around these parts. Perhaps Winddancer was the one to talk to, although she was hard to find.

[Silky Gooseness]

The Thief Has Not Been Found!
The Item Has Been Found!
The Place Has Been Found!
Moriel Has Not Won This Round!

[Almarëa Mordollwen]

When she got to the Morannon, Layna realized it might not have been a blade that was stolen after all - instead, she was hearing rumours that it was a pink tricycle that had disappeared. Which seemed like a far less valuable thing to steal! Perhaps Nessila had run off with it by accident - surely no one would go out of their way to steal something so vividly and obnoxiously pink?

[Dungeon Delver]

Well, well, well. Eldy had shown up after all. Frost absolutely suspected a trap now. They miss the first drop time, indeed they had cancelled the whole exchange, by here they were nonetheless, Strolling into the Newbie Spawning Pool like it was absolutely nothing. If he were not a cautious man by nature, Frost would have confronted them right then and there, but the situation was too delicate. He still the Morgûl Blade in his pack. If he were caught with it now, he'd be roasted on a spit. No, it was time vacate the area. And fast.

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

"Urg," groaned Zarâm as she was once again unsuccessful in capturing the thief. She was now uncertain that the thief was hiding somewhere in the confines of the Newbie Spawning Pool. Perhaps Nessila had been the one to run off with the Morgûl Blade. If that was true, she wasn't anywhere by the Spawning Pool, so Zarâm trampled off to check out the Morannon, hoping to catch a sneaky thief.

[Moriel]

This was excruciating. It was the wiliest of thieves this time, and Moriel was certain that this time, someone was going to catch the thief. But would it be her? She pulled out the scroll on which she had been making notes throughout the hunt, ticking off suspects as they were eliminated ("eliminated"), locations she had checked, items that had turned up not-stolen... there were a few choices left and she chewed her lip, knowing that if she didn't choose right this time, someone else was sure to take home the prize. With determination, Moriel decided to remain at the Newbie Spawning Pool, but change her focus to searching for the Pink Tricycle. And with that in mind, it was time to hunt down Nessila and Eldy.

[Dwim]

Akrag was pretty darned angry because he knew he was right about Nessila, but no one would listen to him. But the simple fact of the matter was a crime had been committed. The pink tricycle was still at the Morannon. It was hard to imagine a bigger crime. And if they wouldn't believe him that it was Nessila, they would eventually agree with his accusations if he just kept trying different names. "Eldy!" he yelled in desperation. "It was Eldy!"

[Gwai]

The Newbie Spawning Pool remained quite a happening place. Windy didn't seem to be there, and Gwai looked around for another likely person. Eldy seemed a good choice, but also a popular person, as there were others who were yelling for him as well. Gwai had to find him first. In desperation, she decided again to try to find the Morgul Blade, thinking ironically that her time as a relatively unsuccessful thief hunter had actually turned her into a thief.