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After the Ranger's ultimate sacrifice, the men solemnly bore him on their shoulders back into the Inn with the women trailing behind wailing and gnashing of teeth.
They laid Perky on the bar of the tavern hall. Then began a night of celebration, opening many barrels and smoking many pipes in his honor and the others' memory. Music and dance filled the hall along with cheers.
Hours later the tavern hall was thick with smoke and the fevered pitch still high. One foolishly stepped outside alone for a bit of fresh air. Trying to gaze through the cloud filled sky for a glimpse of the stars, the one didn't notice until too late the three wolves sprinting towards themself.
One of the wolves leapt up and caught the villager by the throat dragging, with the help of the other two, the one deeper into the woods....
The villagers finally woke up, their heads as hazy as the hall and suffering massive hangovers. All lined up for the morbid and mandatory head count.
Instant sober for they were all of them there.
villagers:8
wolves:4
deadHolby(mod) clawed from wolves night 1
Gil-Galad(Ordinary)shot by firing squad day1
Shelob(ordinary)killed by wolves jack-o-lantern style night2
The Perky Ent(ranger)executed by his sword day2
nobody on night3
living
Morm
Formendacil
Wilwarin
Saucepan Man
Eomer
Arcticstorm
Alcarillo
Abercrombie
Marcolie
Azaelia
Boromir
Cailin
~wolves stop P.M.ing
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Holby is an actual flesh-and-blood person, right? Not, say a sock-puppet of Nilp’s, by any chance? ~Nerwen, WWCIII
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