"Well, now that we know that
Cailin was a wolf, it's obvious that
morm,
Firefoot, and
lmp aren't wolves," stated one villager.
"We don't know that!" objected another villager. "One of them could very well be a wolf trying to look innocent."
"As a matter of fact, two of them could be wolves," pointed out a third villager.
"Or maybe even all three of them!" added a rather stupid villager.
"Why are you all assuming
Cailin is a wolf, anyway?" asked a clueless villager.
"Because
the phantom said so," answered a very wise villager who knew that particular answer took care of about every question in the world.
"Okay, so who are we going to kill today?" questioned a villager who liked to get things done and over with.
"We still need to decide," answered several unsure villagers.
"Shelob!" answered several villagers who didn't want to see
the phantom's narrative drag on any longer.
The villagers decided to use
Anguirel's sword for the execution.
Shelob, the beggar, was tied face down to a table to await her death. Because everyone knew there was a chance they were wrong and
Shelob was innocent, no one particularly wanted to step forward and be the executioner. So the villagers gathered in a circle around another table and spun a bottle to determine who would get to lop off
Shelob's head.
littlemanpoet gave the bottle a good twirl. After several seconds it came to a stop.
"Well- it's pointing to you,
Enca," said
Fea.
"Me! No way- it is
so pointing to you,
Fea!"
"What are you talking about? The end is pointed right at you!" returned
Fea while giving
Enca's skirt a sly tug that made her lean closer in front of the bottle.
"I think it was pointing to
Fea," whispered
Esty to
mormegil.
"Me too," added
Lhuna.
"Hey
Fea-
Esty and
Lhuna think it was pointing to you!" exclaimed
mormegil.
"Shut up,
morm!" snapped
Fea.
"Hey, don't kill the messenger!" countered
mormegil.
"That's probably what he'll say if we try to lynch him," muttered
the guy who be short.
"This is the most annoying village I've ever been in!" shouted the ever insulting
Boromir88.
Suddenly there was a loud
THUNK!!
The villagers turned towards
Shelob in time to see her head roll off the table and onto the floor (then out of the door, through the garden, and under a bush, and was then nothing but moosh).
littlemanpoet released his hand from the sword that was embedded in the table and walked off towards his quarters. "Sorry guys, but you were taking way too long. I have to get up early tomorrow to brew some more ale. G'night."
After
lmp was gone,
Firefoot spoke up and asked, "Well, how do we tell if she was a wolf? Do wolves change after their heads are off?"
"Probably not," answered
Mister Underhill, "but it's quite obvious she isn't, or wasn't, a wolf."
"Why is that?" everyone asked.
"Because we wouldn't have been able to keep a wolf tied to a table for ten minutes while we decided who would kill it."
Living-
- mormegil (messenger)
- the guy who be short (dwarf)
- Encaitare (jewel smith)
- Boromir88 (insulting man from Dor-Lomin)
- Firefoot (naturalist/herbalist)
- Lhunardawen (healer)
- littlemanpoet (lecherous innkeeper/bartender)
- Feanor of the Peredhil (tavern wench)
- Formendacil (gong farmer)
- Estelyn Telcontar (seamstress)
- Mister Underhill (itinerant drúadan watch-stone maker)
Dead-
- the phantom (Moderator- captured by Sauron and slain by wolves on Night 1)
- Anguirel (Ordinary- beaten to death by villagers on Day 1)
- Eomer of the Rohirrim (Hunter- died bravely battling wolves on Night 2)
- Cailin (Werewolf- slain by Hunter on Night 2)
- Shelob (Ordinary- beheaded on Day 2)
Score: Villagers- 9, Werewolves- 2
It is now night. Only the great and mighty Phantom may post.
Wolves, Seer, Ranger- I need your picks by 12:30 AM EST.