[Firefoot]

Despite her protests, the villagers had chosen. Oddwen, a mere tourist who was unfortunate to be caught up in the troubles of Loveland, would die tonight.

“I tried to tell you!” she cried out over the clamors of the mob. “I’m your Ranger! Your guardian! Honest!” But the mob had simply gained too much momentum by then.

“If that’s so, you haven’t done such a great job of it!” yelled someone cruelly.

The mob herded her off towards the village square – towards the gallows. As the gallows rose into sight, however, doubt wavered in the hearts of the villagers. They hadn’t had a whole lot of luck with the gallows the previous night…

At this point, the executioner was able to make himself heard: “My axe is sharpened!” But he was overridden by another voice: “Let Nilp’s wolves kill the wolf! They’ve not eaten recently. Let the wolves kill the wolf!”

The mob seemed to forget any inkling that this might be their ranger that they were killing as a chant went up, “Wolves to kill the wolf! Wolves to kill the wolf!” They changed directions and headed out of town for Nilp’s wolf farm.

The wolves, curious about all the noise, gathered near the fence of their enclosure as the mob drew near. The villagers lost some time in figuring out how the latch on the gate worked, but eventually it was opened and Oddwen was shoved inside. “Maybe those wolves really will be good for something,” someone commented.

"This is the most unloving village I've ever had the misfortune to visit," grumbled Oddwen.

Now, wolves don’t usually attack people, and at least a few of the villagers realized this. They began to throw sticks and stones at the wolves to provoke them, and between fright and hunger they concerted their attacks on the available victim – Oddwen. In desperation, Oddwen drew back her cloak, and the villagers realized that this was no mere traveler’s cloak; it served a second purpose in covering Oddwen’s weapons of defense. As the wolves attacked, Oddwen did her best to defend herself, but the wolves’ sharp teeth, raw strength, and sheer numbers were no match for Oddwen and her sword. Though many wolves were wounded, and one or two killed, eventually Oddwen was overcome as one of the wolves made a lunge for her throat. Soon Oddwen collapsed to the ground, her body scored with tooth-slashes and her throat mangled.

The villagers had watched the whole thing in stunned silence. “She really was the Ranger… and we killed her,” mumbled that one villager. And as always, that villager spoke the truth. No longer did the village have protection from the werewolves – the wolves were ecstatic.

~*~*~*~

Living:

Dancing Spawn
Durelin
Elf-warrior
Encai
Eomer
Kath
Kitanna
Lhuna
LMP
Mormegil
Oromin
Saurreg
TGWBS
TORE
Wilwarin

Dead:

Firefoot – drowned and burned by werewolves on Night 1
Nilpaurion (Ordinary Villager) – beat piñata style and killed by villagers on Day 1
Fea (Ordinary Villager) – gutted and stuffed by werewolves on Night 2
Oddwen (Ranger) – killed by Nilp’s villager-provoked wolves on Day 2

Score:

Werewolves – 3
Villagers – 12

It is now Night 3. I need names from the Werewolves, Hunter, and Seer. Shirriffs should stop PM’ing. Night will end in 24 hours.