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Master and Mrs. Ranger, otherwise known as Sleepy and Roa, had a bustling little family in Caranlondien, Glirdan, and Lommy.

Caranlondien Ranger was the oldest, and having poured over the lorebooks of the village of Sealville, found her heart racing with the legendary ways of the village before the sea had eaten the land and drawn close to the village. She took to wandering far and wide across the wilderness, and taught herself skills for surviving and moving quickly. On her excursions, she found the ways of the reindeer, for which she had been searching. She captured and took two home with her, and started breeding them. She went on more excursions and captured more, until she had a small herd. During the winter she gathered six reindeer from the herd she had developed painstakingly, and she hitched them to the sled she had made, and she made off into the wild, leaving Sealville far behind for weeks at a time. To the village's surprise, she returned with furs and salted meats and choice sprigs of herbs that she traded with Celuien for her needs. She was not stuck in the village during the summer months, either, for she had a second sled with wheels. Now, this was stranger to see, for she still used reindeer, but now they were hitched to a small wagon. She took with her that which she had won in the wild, or in Sealville by trade, and went to markets near and far, honing her skills of making a good deal, and wended her way back to Sealville after months in the summer, more well off than she had started. Sleepy and Roa were proud of her, though Roa was displeased that the young woman was hardly home. She was an eligible young lady, and quite fair of face, all things considered, but she refused to stay long. Unlucky for her that she had been in Sealville when the Curse had come.

Lommy Ranger looked up to her older sister, and thought to herself that she would like to take what she had and turn it into better by trade just like Caran did. Except that Lommy didn't know how that was done, so she used her imagination. And that was how it came to be that, not knowing what to say, she decided that Caran must be quick of hand and foot, and must leave the things behind that she didn't want, and took what she did while others were not looking. That was how it came to be that Lommy would leave a clam shell or a pebble, or when she was feeling more generous, even a colored stone that she thought must be gems, for she had gotten them out of the bay, from the floor where the sun had sparked them to shining brilliance. All she ever took was candy and cookies, so she wasn't sure that she was getting the better deal. Once, she had taken an especially scrumptious looking chocolate favor from the filthy little Oddwen, in exchange, of course, for a most beautiful ruby pebble she had found in a little puddle near the bay that day, and Oddwen had seen her as she dashed off, yelling imprecations upon her head, and bawling at the top of her lungs. Lalaith fretted over Oddwen, not ever able to make sense out of what the little waif said, so Lommy got off free that time. But she learned to be more careful after that. It was a shame that it was the last time.

Four werewolves descended upon the house of Ranger, splitting into pairs, with orders to seek out the two young females in the house. Roa and Sleepy were in bed, sleeping. Glirdan was in bed, snoring away. Two werewolves found little Lommy in bed. One picked her up by the hair and clapped a clawed hand over her mouth so that she couldn't scream. Her eyes were wide with terror. The other werewolf pushed her, and pushed her again, until she was swinging by her hair, a human pendulum. She wondered in her fright and follical pain why they were doing this.

Meanwhile, the second pair entered the private bedchamber of Caranlondian, but found her missing. They sniffed from side to side, looked up and down, under the bed, inside her wardrobe; she was nowhere to be found. They loped out of the Ranger house, sniffing for her, since now they had her scent very well in nose.

The werewolf holding Lommy as she swayed back and forth, let go of a sudden as the second werewolf gave a sudden push, and Lommy was spinning through the air, head over heals over head, until she crashed head first into the wall. Her skull was crushed and she fell down the wall to the floor. The two werewolves pounced. When they were done, all that remained was a fear filled face, and a hand holding up a small piece of candy uneaten.

Meanwhile, the two other werewolves had homed in on the scent of Caranlondien, and they whispered foully to each other regarding where she was found. The home of Alcarillo and Cailín, and their live-in son, Eomer, was a two story affair that featured four dormers, two on each side of the stately house. Caranlondien had situated herself just to the inside of the rightmost of the two front dormers, which happened to be the front window of Eomer's room. In one hand she held the hilt of a glinting sword, and in the other a foot long dagger. She had seen them even as they had seen her.

"You'll not get him, if he's the one you're looking for," she murmured. "You'll have to kill me instead."

They chuckled in their foul throats. "You're the one we're after, little fool."

They galloped toward the house, leaped, and landed on the roof. Caranlondien whipped out her sword and dagger, trying to keep both werewolves in view. But they were cagey, and kept themselves one in front, and one behind, so that no matter how quickly she turned, one or the other had moved more quickly still, hiding in and around the dormers, until in growing desperation, she leaped from the roof to the ground and almost, almost withstood the shock of the fall, but heard and felt a painful crunch in both ankles, and she fell to the ground. The werewolves were upon her in an instant, and taking both daggers and sword, they skewered her where she lay, then began to feed on the remaining Carankabob.

By morning all the werewolves were gone, and as the villagers gathered, they found the two skeletal remains at the foot of the Watcher rock. The Watchers looked out to sea, mournful as ever, tears staining their faces. The villagers proceeded to respectfully bury the remains of the new victims, making sure to place Caranlondien's sword and daggers beside her, and Lommy's little piece of uneaten candy upon her lips.

~ The Tally ~ (8)

One evil wizard
One good wizard
Four werewolves
One seer
One hunter

~ The Dead ~ (15)

Elempi, father of Diamond of the Battledore, killed on Night One
Loki the leech collector, lynched on Day One: innocent
The Saucepan Man the barkeep, killed on Night Two: innocent
Nogrod the retired jester, lynched on Day Two: werewolf
the phantom the loud, unpredictable, adventurer: hunter
Naria the servant who empties and cleans chamber pots: werewolf
Celuien the Healer and Cupper, lynched on Day Three: innocent
Lhunardawen the jeweler, committed suicide on Day Three: innocent
Cailín the match maker, mauled by werewolves on Night Four: innocent
Valier the gardener, planted and stoned in her garden on Day Four: werewolf
Firefoot the artist, frenziedly eaten on Night Five: innocent
Nilpaurion the ne'er do well hubby of Dancing Spawn, head almost ripped off by werewolves: innocent
Alcarillo the old retired sea captain, drowned on his boat on Day Five: werewolf
Lommy the little girl who steals other children's candy, broken and consumed on Night Six: innocent
Caranlondien the Sled-Team Driver, skewered and kabobed on Night Six: ranger

~ The Living ~ (16)

Diamond of the Battledore
Roa Aoife the weaver
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant the Baker
Kath the minstrel
Glirdan with the giant crush on Kath
Sleepy Ranger the former wanderer
Kitanna the beloved of Eomer
Oddwen the filthy, insane street urchin who steals chickens
mormegil the retired mariner and current mayor
Feanor the shepherdess with a love of alliteration
Zali the seamstress and beloved of the phantom
Jenny Hallu the unmarried maiden & aunt
Lalaith the frivolous aunt and guardian of Oddwen
Eonwe the freeloading husband of Lhunardawen
Eomer the adventurer & lover of Kitanna
Gurthang the stable-hand