[Valesse]

Remorsefully retiring, the campers found the silence terrifying. They knew that at any moment the wolves would attack another one of their peers, and they would be powerless to stop them. They waited, frowing at the top of their tents for any sound or clues that they might suddenly come upon to catch the culprits.

Hours had past and Mormegil wandered out to maybe swipe a drink out of Eomer's wet bar, when suddenly he felt a sharp pounding on his head, and heard a pretty little "Ting!". Whirlling around he felt his breath leave him. There stood three werewolves, grinning and holding his triangle.

"But... but thats pure silver! You shouldn't be able to touch it!" whimpered the wizard.
The first werewolf shrugged "perhaps its a loop hole." And with that proceeded to bludgeon Mormegil with his triangle.

Scratched into the dirt the next morning next to Mormegil's body there was a note from the wolves, demanding no one else should even think about mentioning uncloaking... they were having nightmares of their own.


The Living:
Roa_Aoife- trick pilot, double-necked electric guitar.
Valier- town pickler, piccolo.
Macalaure- unskilled inventor of of funny fake occupation ideas, on the verge of bankruptcy, Tuba
Mithalwen- cat-herder, viola
JennyHallu- street corner doom-sayer, Aeolian wind harp
Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass
Kitanna- hermit, didgeridoo
Kuruharan- condottieri, flute

The Dead:
Valesse- Master Accordionist (Mod) stabbed with A Sharp key.
Gil-Galad- Artisan spoon player (Mod) choked on his musical spoons.
Glirdan- town musician, sax (Ordo) impailled on his music stand.
Formendacil- pirate, pipe organ (Seer) hung on a pipe organ yardarm.
Nogrod- idle fantasist, tin whistle (Ordo) asphyxiated on this whistle.
Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle (Ordo) bludgeoned with his triangle.

Thus begins Day three