[The Saucepan Man]

The Villagers awoke once more, fearful of what the day would bring.

And it was not long before their fears were confirmed. A sickening stench hung in the air. The unmistakeable smell of burning flesh.

A steady stream of smoke could be seen billowing from the chimney of the Blacksmith’s workshop. Surely it was too early for him to be at work?

A few Villagers, stout of heart, ventured into the Smithy. But they soon wished that they had not. Most of what remained of the Smith’s body lay on his great anvil. It appeared that his own implements had been crudely employed to carve his corpse into portions. In fact, the remains would not have been recognisable as Anguirel at all were it not for his severed head, its expression grim and impassive as ever, lying at an angle to one side of the scattered joints of meat.

Over the wide furnace hung a great haunch of what appeared to be the Blacksmith’s leg, skewered on a poker and burned almost to a crisp. But even in its blackened state, it was clear that great chunks had been ripped out of it by terrible canine jaws. There could be no doubt that the Werewolves had enjoyed a hearty feast of barbequed Blacksmith the previous night.

But the Smith had not given his life without a struggle. The workshop had been the scene of a great fight. Tables and benches lay smashed on the floor and the tools of the Smith’s trade were scattered about. And among them lay a sturdy broad sword and a great round shield – unusual possessions for a humble village Blacksmith. But then it was clear that Anguirel had been no ordinary Villager. As those who had the stomach for it searched the scene of the dreadful attack, they realised that he had been busy over the past few days making preparations to guard the Village from the marauding beasts.

But who would defend them now …?

Living:
Feanor of the Peredhil
Holbytlas
Eomer of the Rohirrim
The Barrow-Wight
the phantom
Encaitare
Ainaserkewen
dancing spawn of ungoliant
Son of Númenor
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Dead:
Oddwen (Villager) - slaughtered, plucked and trussed like a chicken on Night 1
Fordim Hedgethistle (Villager) – lynched and hung in a flurry of bad Billy Joel puns on Day 1
Anguirel (Guardian) – carved up and barbequed on Night 2

Score:
Werewolves: 3
Villagers: 7

DAY 2 has now started. It will end in 24 hours’ time (10.45AM GMT tomorrow), or earlier if a clear voting majority is reached before then.