It was another long day for the villagers. After burying poor Eomer, their beloved doctor and protector, they went back to disscussing on who they were to lynch next, yet none were sure of whom they wanted to lynch. Finally, after being questioned and accused all day, Shelob got fed up. "That's it! I have had enough of this!" she cried.
"We all are!" Gandalf yelled at her. "So what are you going to do about it!?" he demanded. With that, Shelob ran to her shob and grabbed her scciors and ran back out to the village square. "You want to see what I'm going to do!?" She yelled and as she did, she stabbed herself in the leg. Everyone stood there, mouths wide open in shock and fear. And she continued up until she reached her chest. "This is good bye my friends. I really do hope you catch those lupines." With that, she stabbed at her heart. Blood poured forth, in a pool of blood all around her, and she fell, face first, into it. The villagers couldn't look away form the horrid incident the entire time. Tar was the first to come out of the daze and she wept, for Shelob was a dear friend to all of the villagers, even the two cursed villagers. However, she did not transform. Shelob had sacrificed her life for the villagers.
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Dead
Glirdan(Mod) - Night 1 - Beheaded and then reheaded with a sax
Gil-Galad(Mod) - Night 1 - Bled to death.
Eonwe(Ordo) - Day 1 - gallows collapse on top of her
Thin(Wolf) - Day 1 - strangled to death, by Valesse with a hidden chord
Eomer(Ranger) - Night 2 - stabbed through his stomach with own sword
Shelob(Ordor) - Day 2 - killed herself with her scciors in sacrifice
Alive
Garin
Roa
Ang
Mith
Kath
Gandalf
Valier
Valesse
Wayne
Fea
Crombie
tar
It is now Night 3. I need a name from Wolves, Seer and Hunter.
PS: Names included in deaths have nothing to do with their actual roles. So don't go accusing people for having their names in a death.
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I'm going to buy you a kitty, I'm going to let you fall in love with the kitty, and one cold, winter night, I'm going to steal into your house and punch you in the face!Fenris Wolf
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