Thief Hunt Series I

[Gwai]

Loke was a difficult person to track down, likely due to anticipated chaos which surrounded him. She was getting nowhere with where she was, so Gwai wondered if she should grab a pint while she contemplated her next move. The smell coming from the pub was more than her puny human olfactory senses could stand, however. Did it always smell that bad, or was it a special occasion? It was hard to know. She looked around for something to cover her nose, only finding Ringwraith's Robes, which seemed a scary item to attempt to use without permission, but she wasn't sure she was going to have much of a choice if she wanted to keep looking for the thief. Next stop, Minas Morgul. That was far enough away to try to get away from the stench.

[Menolly]

Horklesnork frowned. The smell leading from the scene of the crime was truly horrendous, but now she wasn't so sure she had the right thief in mind. It smelled more like Winddancer now. Gagging slightly, Hork covered her nose and studied the ground for clues. The tracks led away from the post office and in the direction of the Mordor Pub. Hunting stolen lava snakes was thirsty work, so Hork hurried toward the pub, hoping for both a stiff drink and a chance to steal that lava snake back for herself.

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

Perhaps the thief wasn't Nessila after all, but Narv was a likely second candidate. Though why he'd be interested in the Witch King's Crown was beyond her. It was huge, heavy, and, hopefully this wasn't a treasonous thought, downright ugly. Oh well, some things simply weren't meant to be explained. Zâram wasn't quite ready to leave the Newbie Spanning Pool. There still seemed to be something fishy about the place and she would not leave until she had determined if that thief was hiding here.

[Silky Gooseness]

@Moriel You are correct - @Frost should also be affected by the stink bomb! My oversight. Frost, you will also need to RP your way out of the situation.

[Aerlinn]

Talen stared up at the sheer walls and gulped. So this was the Witch-king's abode. A bit above his pay grade, probably, to be sneaking around here. He wouldn't know who to bribe, or indeed, what to bribe them with, if someone objected to the presence of a scrawny westerner carrying more knives than he had fingers. But then he saw a vaguely familiar figure sulking against the wall. They seemed to be trying to hide something with their cloak, but a corner had slipped, and there was a pink tassel fluttering in the wind. It couldn't be! Or was it? It sure looked like Winddancer to him. Winddancer, prepared to spirit a pink tricycle away from white under the Witch-king's nose in the heart of his own abode--Minas Morgul.

[Reikon Suchi-ru]

Reikon had not been quick enough to nab Moriel as she made off with her riches, and for that, the Silvan cursed his efforts. He had found himself wandering around the Halls of Injustice for too long when the thief had skittered off elsewhere. But he would not be thwarted so easily this time! Though the previous thief had gotten away, Reikon was determined not to let the same happen with the most recent perpetrator. The thief hunter had caught word of another heist, and this time, rumor had it the Pink Tricycle had been pilfered from this very location! With a head start, the elf thought he could use the advantage to nab the thief before anyone else had a chance. Just then, Reikon spotted Sil slinking by, and decided she looked suspicious enough for some questioning...

[Silky Gooseness]

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

@Frost and @Menolly are being stink bombed (stunk bombed?) in the pub - and @Reikon Suchi-ru in the Halls of Injustice you find yourself fending off an enraged Fell Beast...

RP your way out before your next guess!
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[Mazana]

Eámanë lost the first round and subsequently lost herself in contemplation of her failure. It did not hurt as much as she thought it would. If this had happened years earlier, maybe she would've thrown a tantrum. Or murdered someone. Or not. She hardly knew the Elf she had been years before and her memory was not working with her. Then again, it was said that memory problems were bound to happen. After all, she had been a child when she had participated in the First Kinslaying. It was about time her age caught up with her.

Anyway, thief hunt. Another crime. Less suspects now that she was joining late in the game, but it was still not a walk in the park. At least she wasn't walking. With a cry, she rode from Narchrost and headed to the Ringwraith Review. Such a hub of lies and villainy could be expected to harbor thieves. Her money was on Reikon this time. He seemed the type to steal the Witch-King's Iron Crown. Eámanë fancied a turn with it as well. It'd go well with her hair color.

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

Zâram had scoured the entire area of the Spanning Pool and determined that it was not the location for the thief to be hiding out in. A thief would not be a new orc in Mordor after all. Only someone excellent in stealth was able to pull of a heist and everyone knew how clumsy newly spanned minions were. With that, she huffed her way out and headed towards the Ringwraith Review. Perhaps she could find more information in the news that came out of that dangerous place. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if the thief was Uruva. After all, it would make sense for the crazy minion to have swiped the Witch-King's Crown.

[Gwai]

Gwai gave up on Minas Morgul. It was no place for a human. Judging by the number of carcasses littering the ground, it wasn't a place for anyone. It was most likely Nessila's work, if she had to guess. That seemed a good lead to continue looking for a Pink Tricycle. But where to look next? Morannon seemed a good option, and as she had been there before, hopefully she would fade into the background. Although she really wasn't sure if she wanted to be mistaken for a local. That would have it's own issues later on down the road.

[The Good Hunter]

BANG! And Frost is awake, his head pounding and his face half in a puddle of... something. What happened to him last night? Why did he smell like a stink bomb went off next to him? He vaguely remembered going to the pub and drink far, far too much of whatever was being put in front of him, be it a black IPA, fermented goat milk, or shots of some orcish liquor. Then, was it Uruva that set the thing off? Maybe, it was hard to tell once the gas started spraying everywhere. Frost needed a new set of clothes. He needed a bath and... well there went whatever it was that he had eaten in that puddle. What color was that stuff? His meal floated there in the shape of the Witch King's Iron Crown. Why was significant? How had he gotten out of the pub and.. wherever the heck he was now? Frost was afraid that if he thought too hard he was going heave up whatever was still left in his stomach. He remembered something vague about diving out of the window and smashing glass all over the place. It probably hadn't been necessary, but it had been fun in his drunken state. His back hurt now though, maybe he was getting too old for that stuff now. Where was he? Nothing looked familiar here at all, which probably meant he was at the Ringwraith Review a place so filled with metatextual meaning that Frost would have never gotten within a hundred miles of the place sober. Drunk Frost was a freakin' weirdo.

[Oro]

Gror found himself lost. Windy was there right in front of him. And she hadn’t stolen a thing. Why did this keep happening to him. Just because the item was not in her hand did not mean she wasn’t the mastermind behind it. But who was her stooge? Turning back around and heading back to the black gates, Gror stood up at the Morannon wondering if maybe just maybe Akilah had joined forces with Windy and had stolen the nasty Hunk of man flesh

[Moriel]

Trailing a cloud of ashy stink behind her (for the ash-bath had done little to actually suppress the smell), Moriel was hot on the trail of the thief once more. She had determined that it wasn't Narv after all- that trap had been far too cunning. No, she was now quite sure that the thief was Uruva. Despite the change in thief, Moriel was sure that the thing which had been stolen was still the Pink Tricyle! But where could it be hidden? That trail was narrowing, the hunters closing in, and there were only so many places left to search... with determination, she set off to the Morannon, to catch the hapless thief.

[Aerlinn]

Talen leaped behind a pile of boulders as a cave troll stormed past, club swinging. He had no interest in dulling his blades on that monstrosity. It and Windy could fight over that tricycle to their black hearts' content, it was a rusted old thing anyways, hardly worth stealing. Or, at least, that's what Talen told himself as he took a few cautious steps out from around his rocks, and slunk off in the direction of the Ringwraith Review. That must be some kind of newspaper, he thought, though he could hardly imagine an orc dashing off headlines with a feather quill.

"Hobbit head-breaking record broken for sixth time this year"
"Torture chamber malfunction leaves prisoners alive an extra three days
"Giant poisonous spiders spin new webs of intrigue
...

But he digressed. Maybe he'd find Uruva there, delivering the local rag from a bright, shiny, little-too-new pink tricycle.

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

Dwarves and beards! This hunt was one confusing, looping, repeating...annoyance! Nerwen huffed. First they had it, then they didn't. The post office was just full of slightly singed post, mostly bribery notes, black mail, credit card statements and unsolicited advice. She had found nothing of use there, not even any good stamps. Nerwen had a friend, a von Lipwig, who had a penchant for stamps. She liked to donate them to him. Somewhat resigned to the ever circular nature of finding thieves in Mordor, Nerwen headed to the Ringwraith Review where she had heard Akilah might be hoarded the Witchking's Iron Crown

[Reikon Suchi-ru]

The last thing Reikon expected to encounter in the Halls of Injustice as he was rounding the corner following Sil was the familiar silhouette, gust of wind, and foul stench of a fell beast haunting the Halls. The huge, hulking, winged beast swung its head around and focused squarely on the elf as he came into full view of the creature. The beast let out a tremendous screech which almost sent Reikon to his knees in agony, and then lifted off from its perch and hurtled towards the elf. Reikon barely had enough time to react as beast moved with more alacrity than his bulk belied, diving into a doorway out of view of the best. The fell beast crashed into the frame of the heavy wooden and iron door, splintering timbers and sending fragments of stone skittering across the cobbled floor.

Just then, a lowly snaga - likely roused by the crash of the fell beast on the door frame - had the misfortune to round the corner as the fell beast was extricating itself from the rubble in preparation of mounting a second attack on the elf. The fell beast seemed to consider its options for a split second before turning its head and launching its stinking, scaly mass at the orc in an attempt at easier pray. As the pitiful creature squealed and turned around in a futile attempt to flee the fell beast, Reikon hurtled the rubble of the former door frame and made his way for the nearest exist. If there were more creatures like this lurking as the elf hunted the thief, he questioned if it really was worth all this effort.

[Silky Gooseness]

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

You’re getting closer...

[The Good Hunter]

Coming away empty once again, Frost left the Ringwraith Review in a rage. He hadn't missed a step since leaving Mordor ten years ago by missing all the freaking steps. He had to be better, had to be smarter. He was smarter, wasn't he? Well he had chosen to come back to Mordor of his own free will his intelligence might be up for questioning. He nearly ran someone named Toasty M, practically bowling them over. Frost, ever the gentleman (maybe that's too much of a stretch) helped them up. He learned a lot about them in a brief, far too friendly, period of time. Frost felt like he needed to somewhere else, anywhere else. Friendliness here was a sign that you were about to get assassinated, or hugged (which might be worse), and Frost was in no mood for either. He still needed a bath. As he left, his coat pocket felt suddenly heavy. He reached inside and felt something metal. His heart skipped a beat. Was it the Witch-King's Iron Crown just sitting in his coat pocket now? He was too afraid to look.

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

She was getting closer, Zarâm knew it. Of course, her hunch as to the identity of the thief was currently incorrect, but there were still a few other likely candidates for having stolen the Witch-Kings Crown. Zarâm stamped around the Ringwraith Review, looking at all the different wanted posters. My, Mordor had a problem with thievery, or at least, thieves had a problem with getting thought. Any good thief would not how not to get caught, but then, Toasty M was not a good thief.

[Moriel]

Poking about the Morannon had revealed to Moriel that the thief was not Uruva after all, but she was confident she was in the right place. The Pink Tricycle was still missing, and Moriel was sure now she knew who the thief was. Toasty M was a crafty beastie, but not crafty enough! Sniffing the air, Moriel caught a whiff of burnt bread, and set off after it, following her nose on the trail of the Toasty one.

[Menolly]

Hork coughed. He coughed again. He doubled over and coughed and coughed and coughed until it felt as though his insides might become his outsides. How could he have been so stupid, to look into the pub? The stink of the thief was one thing, but the stink coming from inside the pub was so horrendous, he could barely think. Hork slammed the door of the pub shut, falling over backwards in his haste to escape. How could anyone possibly be in the pub when it was so toxic? And how fast could he escape the smell that permeated his senses? Scrambling to his feet, Hork ran for his life, pausing only to hork up his insides as the stink reached his stomach.

[Gwai]

Gwai hadn't realized what high demand Pink Tricycles were in, to warrant being stolen. Maybe there was something special about this one. She would have to ask Toasty M when she found the tricycle. But where to track the thief. The Ringwraith Review seemed a good place to start, there should be plenty of thieves there, and perhaps she could get some insight where else to look. The thought of a reward spurred her onward.

[Aerlinn]

Talen searched high and low for Uruva, digging through piles of moldy parchment and trying not to turn over too many inkwells of what, he suspected, was blood. But despite the assortment of odd creatures that seemed to be converging on the Ringwraith Review, his quarry was nowhere to be seen. Had others followed the thief's trail here, too? Did he have competition? He just needed a clue, something small, just enough to stay ahead of these jokers. Aha! There was a oddly pleasant smell in the air, one he hadn't sniffed in the weeks since he had passed out of civilization into this nightmare. It was toast, and he doubted he was suddenly going to run into a bed and breakfast around the corner. That could mean only one thing--Toasty M was here. The thief! And he couldn't help but think, with a shudder, that Toast might be more interested in the hunk of man flesh than tricycles.

[Silky Gooseness]

By some black sorcery, @Moriel has won Round 2 as well and caught Mor Toast with the Pink Tricycle in the Morannon! Congratulations on your incredible thief hunting skills, Moriel: you now have the power to redirect either of the traps should you come across them.

Round 3! The traps have been reset, and a new thief prowls abroad with their loot.

Go forth and thief hunt!

[The Good Hunter]

Frost's plan was working perfectly. It might not look like it on the surface, he had been nowhere near correct on the location on the last item, but no one suspected him at all. In fact, he seemed completely impervious to suspicion of any kind. He had managed to swipe the Witch King's Iron Crown and not a single person even noticed. Everyone, now, would be so focused on Moriel and following her that no one was going to notice if Frost met up with WInddancer and executed the exchange. Why she wanted the crown was a mystery to Frost but then, when had that ever bothered him. It was getting late now though, he was supposed to meet her at the Mordor Job Center in an hour. He was going to have to hitch a ride to make it there on time.

[Moriel]

Moriel had struck gold again, or pink as it were, and caught the second thief! But it seemed there was a veritable infestation of thieves afoot, for the Witch-king's Iron Crown had gone missing, and everyone know how touchy he was about that. Who could be so daring as to snatch the weave crown right off the Witch-king's head? Truth be told there were several minions, all ambitious, cunning, and frankly foolish enough to do so, but in Moriel's opinion Sil was the prime suspect. Sil was a crafty wench, and smart enough to know that the last place you usually found something was when it was hidden in plain sight. Therefore Moriel set off to Minas Morgul to find the guilty wretch!

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

How had she missed the fact that Moriel was the thief yet again? Zarâm shook her head as she marched off in a huff, before hearing the announcement that there was yet another thief on the run. Well, perhaps third time was the charm and she'd find the wretched thief first? Now, where had Uruva gone with those Ringwraith Robes? Zarâm muttered to herself as she headed towards Minas Morgal to catch a thief.

[Silky Gooseness]

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

Quite relieved really as was half expecting Moriel to walk up immediately with the right answer

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

With a growl, Zarâm quickly realised that her hunch was wrong. She kicked a stone out of her path and snarled as she bit her lip. Why were all these thieves so sneaky? If the thief wasn't Uruva, then it had to be Narv, it just had to be. She began to run down the path towards the Assassins Guild. If Narv had indeed stolen the Black Axe of Gothmog, that is where he would be hiding out. Hoping her luck would catch up, Zarâm entered the guild hall.

[Moriel]

Sil

So perhaps her luck was waning slightly. None of her original impulses about this thief had been correct- but no matter! That, along with some judicious spying on what the other thief hunters were doing, narrowed the field a bit. But not as much as Moriel might have hoped, for many of them had not yet reappeared... slackers. Considering what she might have stolen if she were the thief (again), Moriel landed upon the idea of a stolen Morgûl Blade, such a prize would definitely be worth the risk of taking it! But you had to be a little foolhardy to set out to take such a thing in the first place, and so she determined that she would hunt down Reikon to see if he had taken it, and she knew he could likely be found in that den of iniquity, the Mordor Pub.

[Arothir]

"Go find a thief, they said, it'll be fun, they said." Takor said as he went down the list of potential options, being a bit overwhelmed. "But better start somewhere." WIth that he went with his gut, which directed him to one place, the Post Office. He was not sure why, but when your gut gives you advice, you go with it. When going through the building, he caught a few words idly spoken and thought he heard the name Dimcairwen, with no context, but it was better than nothing, but he was still baffled on what could have been stolen, though the sudden rise in the market for hobbits could mean that One Huge Barrel Full of Hobbits would probably fetch a pretty price.

[The Good Hunter]

Winddancer was late, that was no surprise to Frost at all, that he wouldn't be able to fence the Iron Crown was a surprise. Maybe it was too hot right now? It didn't matter all that much at the moment, because of course at the moment Frost was going to have to deal with Reikon who decided now, in the middle of The Newbie Spawning Pool, was an excellent time to catch up. He was right, it was not a completely wasted three hours but now Frost felt like something was breathing down his neck. If the crown was going to be no good for now, what about the Goblet of Steaming Blood he had back at his apartments? Surely he could get rid of that smelly thing now.

[Nerwen Nuke-queen]

Nerwen decided that maybe her strengths would lie more in the thieving than the thief catching. But as she had no idea how to enter that particular profession she reckoned she could continue bumbling around Mordor for a while No-one seemed to mind. Now that the second thief had been caught, maybe the odds were slightly more in her favour. She headed off to find if Narv was holding the Goblet of Streaming Blood in a Mordor Pub, that seemed very on-brand for him!

[Gwai]

Clearly Gwai needed to take thief-hunting lessons from Moriel. Fortunately though, this was Mordor, and another thief was immediately on the loose. Grond appeared to be missing, although with the luck she’d been having, it was just misplaced, although how something that big could get lost was a mystery. She headed toward Barad Dur to investigate. Narv seemed a likely suspect to question first.

[Silky Gooseness]

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

Oh no, @Gwai! You’ve accidentally disturbed a colony of bats in Barad-dûr! And some of them look kind of rabid and bitey. RP getting away from them before your next guess!

[Arothir]

Takor is mildly irritated after rifling through the garbage and unattended mail that there was no real progress in his efforts; however, there was still his gut telling him to keep following Dimcairwen's trail. Perhaps a better place to check would be somewhere up in the mountains, perhaps Cirith Ungol. But what would someone want to hide up there? It would have to be something important, perhaps the most important, the One Ring!

[The Good Hunter]

Frost's legs felt like that had been whipped with the Cat o' Nine Tails by the time he got to his apartments. He had thought that sea legs would help him run faster, but the uneven terrain of Mordor and the constant construction detours had played havoc on his body. It was bad enough he very nearly ran into Reikon again while embarrassing gasping for breath but when he finally made it home, it had been ransacked. The goblet was gone, but there was no real lose there, it was nothing more than a strange trinket he'd thought to sell off. Good riddance to it and the smell it brought with it. Nothing else seemed to be missing, nothing of import anyway. Unfortunately most of his clothing had been stolen, ripped to shreds, or... eaten? and now he needed to find a place he could buy more, the leather he was wearing was starting to get a little ripe. He had a cache of clothing hidden in Cirith Ungol from when he was stationed there, there was a good chance there might still be something there, even if was a pair of socks and the corset he wore that one time.

[Moriel]

Reikon was a wily quarry to be sure, leading Moriel on a bit of a goose chase around Mordor, but that was undoubtedly because she was hot on his tail! If not the Morgul Blade, then perhaps he had made off with the Cat O' Nine Tails? It was a coveted implement of torture after all, and lower risk than stealing from a Nazgul. Unless the owner of said cat o' nine happened to be the one who caught you after the theft... "Silent be," Moriel trilled, setting off to investigate the Riddles of the Eye, "it was the cat!"

[Dwim]

Akrag the orc creeped out of the deep, dark cave he'd been lurking in. Even the blackened atmosphere of Mordor was a bit bright for his eyes as he looked out upon the dark lands outside. The only time he seemed to come out these days was when there were thieves to hunt. He'd heard whispers that important things kept getting stolen lately and that the superiors up high were not impressed. He thought he better come out and have a sniff. Akrag's cave was just near the Ringwraith Review offices, and he thought that would be a good, easy place to look for Dincairwen first. He'd seen her there before, he thought. The last time he'd snooped around her trail, years ago now, he knew she'd been up to something. Getting around with a Cat O' Nine Tails was certainly suspicious on its own.

[Gwai]

Barad-Dur was an immediate bad idea. Gwai had just arrived at the already somewhat scary looking tower, when what looked like a whole colony of bats immediately swarmed at her. While Gwai wasn't particularly scared of bats, these did not seem to be ordinary bats. The started dive-bombing her immediately, which seemed not only odd, but possibly dangerous.

Her suspicions about the dangerous part seemed immediately confirmed. As the bats came closer she saw that not only did they have fairly ridiculously large teeth, and a fairly large amount of foaming saliva around those large teeth. Lovely, Gwai thought to herself. Of course bats in Mordor were rabid. She picked up a nearby tree branch that only looked half rotten and, using it like a bat, started batting the bats down. If she hadn't been about to get bit by rabid bats she would have congratulated on herself on using the word bat so much.

Unfortunately the tree branch soon broke as she knocked down one of the particularly large bats with extra large teeth. She grabbed another tree branch that looked sturdier and started swinging. "Get out of here!!" she yelled, swinging wildly, making contact with quite a few bats, and ducking as they fell. Thief hunting was known to be a dangerous occupation, but this was worse than usual.

[Silky Gooseness]

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

You’re all very near now! Someone who isn’t Moriel is bound to catch that thief soon!

[Dimcairien Luiniel]

Well, her hunch had been wrong, again, but this time Zarâm knew she was very close to catching that confounded thief. She sped out of Minsas Morgal and hurried towards Cirith Ungol. The thief was Dincairwen, she was sure of it this time. Only that individual would have the guts to steal the One Ring and would quickly go and hide in the shadows. Zarâm was certain that she would be handsomely rewarded if she caught this thief.

[Gwai]

Gwai was panting as she knocked the last rabid bat down with the tree branch. She leaned against a rock, sweating. Fortunately, everything around smelled so bad, nobody was likely to notice. Especially if she went someplace more populace, such as the Ringwraith Review. It seemed a likely spot to be hunting for the thief anyway, and was there a possibility that the One Ring was there as well? If that was stolen, the only likely suspect was Reikon. Time to get hunting.

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[Arothir]

Takor can sense it. He is on the right path, at least he thinks he is. His gut feeling that Cirith Ungol was certainly the right place, but maybe he was looking for the wrong person. What if Reikon is the actual culprit?! This might change things, or it might not, but he was still certain that The One Ring was the item, moving it farther away from the middle of Mordor would be wise, but he was still uncertain as he frantically searched for the thief.

[The Good Hunter]

Cirith Ungul had been a bust, all Frost could find was a corset, so maybe the correct term was busty. Frost wasn't one to quibble over semantics, that was the job of a successful smuggler of which Frost was still seemingly failing at. Whatever! A conversation with Dincairwen outside the Riddles of the Eye revealed that his services might be useful in getting the infamous Cat o' Nine Tails away from its current owner. Apparently this day was going be on a theme, he adjusted his corset and strode off.

[Moriel]

So close, so very close now! But other hunters were closing in too, so Moriel must be very stealthy now. No doubt others were watching her every move, jealous of her previous successes. She was still in pursuit of Reikon in his theft of the Cat O' Nine tails. Having not found him at the Riddles of the Eye, she decided to make a bolder choice: it wasn't everyone who would brave the the chutes and ladders of spam and random thoughts to make good with a theft, but it was the sort of thing Reikon might just do, and so she set off for Ringwraith Review!

[Dwim]

Akrag performed a thorough search of the Review Offices. He came across a lot of odd people saying a lot of odd things about their daily lives in there, but Dincairwen was nowhere to be seen. The orc was tipped off that another hunter was hurrying towards Cirith Ungol to try and find her. "Curse them!" he yelled. He was going to be beaten to the punch if he didn't hurry. Pushing past anyone in his way, he jumped a stone stairway then began his sprint and climb up towards the tower. He was going to snatch this Cat O' Nine Tails and claim the glory.

[Silky Gooseness]

@Dwim has done it! Thank Melkor it wasn’t @Moriel again or people would be accusing me of running a rigged game, which, whilst I heartily endorse all forms of corruption in Mordor, I am not. Well done for finding Dincairwen in Cirith Ungol with the Cat o Nine Tails! You are now a level 1 Thief Hunter and will be able to redirect one of the traps.

You know the drill, guys: yet another sneaky sneaky thief has made off with yet another item and squirrelled it away somewhere secret. Go forth and discover things.

Round 4 Thief Hunt!

[Dwim]

"Got you, maggot!!" yelled Akrag, ecstatic with finding Dincairwen and being proven right about his suspicions. The stolen whip was quickly taken away to be delivered to the authorities, so Akrag didn't have a chance to do anything fun with it. But he was sure the thief would get a good lashing for her foolish act.

And now people knew there wasn't only one competent thief hunter in the lands of Mordor. This earned him connections, and he received a tip off that another treasured item had gone missing. The giant goblet of steaming blood had been stolen from the Assassins Guild, it appeared. That hurt the guild hard, actually, because where now could they boil the blood of their victims? And who would have stolen it? Someone who liked drinking or smelling boiled blood, perhaps. Did Sil like blood?

[Gwai]

Gwai shook her head. She was quite possibly the worst thief hunter in the history of thief hunting, and there was quite an extensive history. Maybe this was a sign Riders did not belong in Rohan. But, as this was Mordor and there was already another thief on the loose, she decided to keep at it in case she needed to consider a career change at some point. Eldy seemed a suspicious character. Gwai headed to Lava Snake Racing to look for a missing Morgul Blade.