[Firefoot]

Despite the late hour, the hunter Durelin had not fallen asleep. She knew that her chances of dying tonight were high, so she remained armed and vigilant, ready for what the werewolves might bring.

Sure enough, she soon spotted three werewolves making their way to her house. She crept downstairs, drawing her sword. If she could, she would take one of them with her.

So when the wolves came through the door, the surprise attack was turned on them. They leapt at her, their sharp teeth gleaming as they snarled. The element of surprise was with Durelin, and many of her blows came too close for comfort, and she may have even beaten the wolves had they not decided to retreat and regroup, then come back in a more organized fashion.

“One of you was TGWBS,” murmured Durelin as they departed. “I’m sure of it.” So while she had a break from the furious attacks of the wolves, Durelin hastened to the blacksmith’s house, which was, in fact, next door. She found that TGWBS was not asleep at all and assumed it was because of wolfish activities, though in actuality he had been woken up by the commotion next door.

“I knew it was you! Thought you could hide from me here, didn’t you!” said Durelin triumphantly.

TGBWS held his blacksmith’s hammer ready, the only weapon accessible to him at the moment. He tried to ease what seemed to him Durelin’s utter madness. “You’re making a mista-” But Durelin’s age belied her swiftness. Taking the hammer to be a threat, she plunged her sword through TGWBS’s heart while TGWBS could only begin to swing his hammer in defense. Durelin’s face paled as TGWBS slumped to the ground – no wolf was he, but an ordinary villager.

Nor was Durelin ready when the real wolves burst through the door. In haste, she tried to pull her sword from TGWBS’s body, but to no avail. She was already scored with slashes by the time she was able to face the now organized wolves. As she swung her sword towards one of them, a second caught her wrist neatly in its mouth and snapped off her hand. She still fought valiantly with a knife in her other hand, but Durelin Erchamion was no match for three vicious wolves. Like so many flowers that Durelin had dead-headed, the wolves ripped her head from her body.

Durelin had been quite correct in saying that werewolves disliked flowers, and for their “victory lap” the wolves ripped the blossoms off every single one of Durelin’s plants in delight. Their night had been entirely successful, after all – two innocents dead where they had thought only to kill one!

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Living:

Dancing Spawn
Elf-warrior
Encai
Eomer
Kath
Kitanna
Lhuna
LMP
Mormegil
Oromin
Saurreg
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
Durelin (Hunter) – Dead-handed and dead-headed by werewolves on Night 3
TGWBS (Ordinary Villager) - Slain by Hunter on Night 3

Score:

Werewolves – 3
Villagers – 10

It is now Day 3. Shirriffs may begin PM'ing; Wolves should stop. Day will end in 24 hours.