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Nilpaurion looked around in shock as the villagers, pitchforks ready, surrounded him. The Oddwen Memorial Gallows were still in construction (they were doing it as quickly as time allowed, honest), so this was the only option.
“Are you going to lynch me??” Nilp cried, staring round in confusion at the shiny pitchforks.
‘Fraid so, his alter-ego replied with an evil cackle.
“You do remember that if I die, you do too, right?”
There was a short silence, followed by an expletive.
“I hate you, Adam, you know that?”
The villagers looked on in awe. This was simply too suspicious… was the werewolf side of Nilpaurion Felagund's personality arguing with him? In public? A few thrusts of the pitchfork would tell. They closed in, narrowing the circle.
“Erm… look… could we maybe…”
Lynch him! Lynch him now! He’s a wolf!
The villagers decided to believe Nilp after all. Well, to believe the side of Nilp that accused Nilp, but called itself Adam. Unless maybe Adam was lying… was Alice in there somewhere? Or maybe Alice was telling Adam to...
“Oh, darn this, it’s all too confusing!” Somebody moaned in exasperation. The pitchfork went in. The pitchfork came out, slightly redder and more wrapped in guts than before. Nilpaurion Felagund's body collapsed to the ground as the rest of the villagers joined in. Pitchforks were so multi-functional; it was incredibly handy.
The villagers stepped back, pitchforking complete. The post-pitchforked (and thus very full of holes) body of Nilpaurion remained in a pool of blood.
Heh, how interesting, Adam noted. A blood-puddle. A Bluddle. Heh. Good on you, villagers… You finally got him... Something I couldn't do for years...
The villagers watched Nilpaurion die. Come on, he was the suspect after all, he had to be a wolf!
But nothing happened. There was no transformation into a Beast of the Night. The villagers looked sadly at one another as they realised that this death was simply the product of Nilpaurion Felagund's vindictive alter-ego.
Sobered, the villagers decided to check in on Esgallhugwen, the candle and candle stick maker who hadn’t been at all visible during the Day. What could she be doing all Day long? Was this another one of her notorious Candle-making sprees, where she shunned humanity for extended periods of time and mass-produced small wax animals for the sheer amusement of it?
The villagers knocked on the door. No answer. Surely the wolves couldn’t have killed her by Day?
The people walked in nervously. The Candlestick maker’s home was no place for superstitious peasant folk… who knew what evil arts the wretched woman employed to create those little wax figures? They were endured solely for the light they gave at night.
But inside the house, the villagers screamed in shock. For there, lying on the floor, clearly dead, was the body of Esgallhugwen – in wolf form! One of the triumvirate was killed – not by the villagers, but by chance! What good fortune was this?
The villager’s closed in on the body of the wolf, fascinated by the repugnant beast. What had caused her – it – to just die?
Possibly it was the fumes of the business that had slain the creature. Perhaps it had had a heart attack. Maybe she had simply choked on something – was that a small tree-frog in her throat, or merely an enlarged larynx? It was croaking suspiciously.
The villagers didn’t know. To be frank, they didn’t really care. They simply prayed to and thanked Eru for the good fortune with which they had been graced. There would be much feasting soon.
Living:
Anguirel
Celuien
dancing spawn of ungoliant
Evisse the Blue
Feanor of the Peredhil
Firefoot
Hookbill the Goomba
Lalaith
littlemanpoet
Saurreg
Dead:
the guy who be short (Villager) - partially consumer by werewolves on NIGHT 1.
Kath (Ranger) - lynched by villagers on DAY 1.
Azaelia of Willowbottom (Villager) - turned into a pincushion on NIGHT 2.
Oddwen (Villager) - lynched with kitchen utensils on DAY 2.
Eomer of the Rohirrim (Villager) - lynched and drowned on DAY 2.
the phantom (Shirriff) - poisoned himself on NIGHT 3.
Nilpaurion Felagund (Villager) - pitchforked to death on DAY 3.
Esgallhugwen (Werewolf) - probably choked on a tree-frog on DAY 3.
Score:
Werewolves: 2
Villagers: 8
It is now NIGHT. NIGHT will end in 24 hours at 6:30pm BST, 1:30pm EDT, 12:30pm CDT, or earlier if all activities are completed by then.
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