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Alcarillo · 12-10-2005, 06:05 PM

The Saucepan Man slept in the largest house in town: A two-story townhouse right by the docks. It was filled with fine furniture and expensive tableware. A fancy portrait of his grandparents (Dish and Spoon) hung above the fireplace. An expensive rug adorned each bedroom, and exotic tribal masks from Middle-Earth adorned the walls. His voyages as a mariner had taken him around the worlds and from each land he visited he had picked up a new piece of furniture. He was surrounded by trinkets from all four corners of the earth.

But for all this luxury he did not sleep well this night. He tossed and turned in his creamy-colored linen sheets, turning each single thought over and over in his mind. Who were the werewolves? How could he keep his reputation in such a paranoid village? Could he live up to the expectations of Grampa Dish and Gramma Spoon?

I need a glass o' water, he thought and climbed out of bed. He walked down his hallway and a set of stairs, and into his kitchen. He held a candle in one hand, but its light was dim and weak. He moved his hands about, looking for the candelabra he usually set atop the dining table. He felt the table, but where was the candelabra? Darn, I swear I 'aven't lost it . . . he thought. Then a breeze wafted through and his candle blew out. Now I suppose I 've left the window open! Bah! All I want is some water. 'Ow can I get a drink when I can't even see?! the Saucepan Man, already agitated by the state of his village, cursed a bit at the world's unwillingness to let him find a glass of water. He stumbled about in the darkness for a while, grasping the walls and moving along towards the windows. Suddenly, he felt like somebody was watching him. There he was, moving blindly along the wall, when there could be a werewolf a foot away! He froze, and his hand reached for a heavy picture hanging on the wall, but it was too late . . .

* * * * *

The sun rose in the East, and the sky grew bright and warm. The villagers rose from bed already with the knowledge that another death had occurred. Who was it this time? A quick count showed that the Saucepan Man had vanished during the night. The villagers found the windows of his home open, and after Morm climbed through and unlocked the front door, the rest of the villagers entered. Morm seemed dumbstruck by the horror of what had happened to the harbourmaster, and so he could only lead them to the scene of the crime: the kitchen.

It was a horrible sight: the walls were painted red with blood, the cabinets were smashed to pieces (and the boards and nails apparently used as weapons), and the Saucepan Man's limbs lay scattered all over the floor. His head sat in the very center. His bushy white beard was bloodstained and tangled, and his old pipe sat snapped in two close by. The worst part was the sarcastic note tucked into the Saucepan Man's mouth:

Too bad you killed your doctor.
- The Werewolves

* * * * *

Dead
Alcarillo – mod - impaled upon his own sword – NIGHT 1
dancing spawn of ungoliant – werewolf – pushed off the cliffs and into the sea – DAY 1
Jack – seer – toasted and roasted in forge – NIGHT 2
Rune son of Bjarne – ordinary – burnt at the stake – DAY 2
Gurthang – ordinary – slain in naval engagement – DAY 2
Wilwarin538 – ordinary – killed with fiddle-strings – NIGHT 3
WaynetheGoblin – ordinary – burnt at Gurthang's stake – DAY 3
The Saucepan Man – ordinary – dismembered – NIGHT 4

Living
Aiwendil – retired tutor
Boromir88 – crab farmer
Fordim Hedgethistle – lithesome and non-unionized pearl diver
Formendacil – disgruntled office clerk
Holbytlass – butcher
Kath – bum
Lhunardawen – polite little shepherd girl
Mormegil - repairman specializing in ships and docks

DAY 4 has begun. Villagers, start talking; hunter, PM me; werewolves, stop PMing.

12-10-2005, 06:05 PM	#215
Alcarillo Shadow of the Past Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minas Mor-go Posts: 1,007	Night 4 The Saucepan Man slept in the largest house in town: A two-story townhouse right by the docks. It was filled with fine furniture and expensive tableware. A fancy portrait of his grandparents (Dish and Spoon) hung above the fireplace. An expensive rug adorned each bedroom, and exotic tribal masks from Middle-Earth adorned the walls. His voyages as a mariner had taken him around the worlds and from each land he visited he had picked up a new piece of furniture. He was surrounded by trinkets from all four corners of the earth. But for all this luxury he did not sleep well this night. He tossed and turned in his creamy-colored linen sheets, turning each single thought over and over in his mind. Who were the werewolves? How could he keep his reputation in such a paranoid village? Could he live up to the expectations of Grampa Dish and Gramma Spoon? I need a glass o' water, he thought and climbed out of bed. He walked down his hallway and a set of stairs, and into his kitchen. He held a candle in one hand, but its light was dim and weak. He moved his hands about, looking for the candelabra he usually set atop the dining table. He felt the table, but where was the candelabra? Darn, I swear I 'aven't lost it . . . he thought. Then a breeze wafted through and his candle blew out. Now I suppose I 've left the window open! Bah! All I want is some water. 'Ow can I get a drink when I can't even see?! the Saucepan Man, already agitated by the state of his village, cursed a bit at the world's unwillingness to let him find a glass of water. He stumbled about in the darkness for a while, grasping the walls and moving along towards the windows. Suddenly, he felt like somebody was watching him. There he was, moving blindly along the wall, when there could be a werewolf a foot away! He froze, and his hand reached for a heavy picture hanging on the wall, but it was too late . . . * * * * * The sun rose in the East, and the sky grew bright and warm. The villagers rose from bed already with the knowledge that another death had occurred. Who was it this time? A quick count showed that the Saucepan Man had vanished during the night. The villagers found the windows of his home open, and after Morm climbed through and unlocked the front door, the rest of the villagers entered. Morm seemed dumbstruck by the horror of what had happened to the harbourmaster, and so he could only lead them to the scene of the crime: the kitchen. It was a horrible sight: the walls were painted red with blood, the cabinets were smashed to pieces (and the boards and nails apparently used as weapons), and the Saucepan Man's limbs lay scattered all over the floor. His head sat in the very center. His bushy white beard was bloodstained and tangled, and his old pipe sat snapped in two close by. The worst part was the sarcastic note tucked into the Saucepan Man's mouth: Too bad you killed your doctor. - The Werewolves * * * * * Dead Alcarillo – mod - impaled upon his own sword – NIGHT 1 dancing spawn of ungoliant – werewolf – pushed off the cliffs and into the sea – DAY 1 Jack – seer – toasted and roasted in forge – NIGHT 2 Rune son of Bjarne – ordinary – burnt at the stake – DAY 2 Gurthang – ordinary – slain in naval engagement – DAY 2 Wilwarin538 – ordinary – killed with fiddle-strings – NIGHT 3 WaynetheGoblin – ordinary – burnt at Gurthang's stake – DAY 3 The Saucepan Man – ordinary – dismembered – NIGHT 4 Living Aiwendil – retired tutor Boromir88 – crab farmer Fordim Hedgethistle – lithesome and non-unionized pearl diver Formendacil – disgruntled office clerk Holbytlass – butcher Kath – bum Lhunardawen – polite little shepherd girl Mormegil - repairman specializing in ships and docks DAY 4 has begun. Villagers, start talking; hunter, PM me; werewolves, stop PMing.