[Nogrod]

The Villager with the list sat beside his table again. He had just crossed out one name from his list and now just fiddled with his pen looking unfocusedly for his own mirror image from the window-glass. It was already dark outside.

The Villager with the golden dagger was sitting by the fireside this Night too. He had been wrong, so very wrong! Now should he try again this Night or leave it be? He knew the risks. Shaking his head for a hundreth time he continued staring the fire.

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The two remaining Rangers had crept into the Night already and had both taken their positions, watching, and even more so, listening to the Night ready for any sound or movement. And the hooded one was out as well, his eyes and ears hungry for any knowledge about what was going on. He had been able to learn some good stuff last Night. And now it felt his prayers had been answered again as he suddenly recognised the figure of a Ranger in front of a house. He fell back to the shadows and studied the Villager standing tall beside the other villager’s door from afar. He couldn’t make out who it was as the ranger was cloaked, but he was pretty sure it was the same one he had seen in front of another house last Night. But this was good anyway, he thought. Enough to help his masters.

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The three met at the square once again as the world had fallen into the quiet and stillness of the wolf’s hour. Now even the two smaller ones looked more confident.

“Ok, mates. How about we meddle a little with the villagers’s heads like we planned? You’re ready to stick with the plan?” The two nodded eagerly to their leaders suggestion, sharing a twisted grin. “We’ll be off!” called the one aloud. “Hssst...” whispered the other. They both winked an eye to the alpha-wolf and were on their way as quietly as they could. And it was a good performance. The leader-wolf nodded in appreciation and then turned on it’s heels to make for it’s own task.

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The Villager with the golden dagger suddenly rose up from his chair beside the fireplace. He had decided. He ran in to the Night with a clear aim. He would succeed this time. He had thought of it now, enough.

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The Beekeeper heard the familiar noise through his dream. It was only the first sting that got him awake. Suddenly he realised that there were thousands of Bees around him, in full frenzy, stinging him from all over. He tried to shove them off. He tried to cry for help but there was none at the place. Only the giant werewolf grinning at the doorway heard his cries. And the cries died down pretty soon. Eomer's body still vibrated a little when the werewolf left the house.

On it’s way back home it picked a note from the well and grinned maliciously after reading it.

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The Villager never quite realised how they had got in without him noticing. Maybe he had been thinking too heavily again? But now he was tied to his bed and a sack was pulled over his head.

He heard two wolves adjusting something, climbing on his bed and chuckling amicably to each other. Then the sack was pulled off from his head.

“Here’s a little puzzle for you, Philosopher. Now don’t get confused this time.” The wolf told him, bringing it’s foul-smelling mouth just too near to his face.

“Is the world determined or is there a thing called chance?”, grinned the other one as the first one pulled back and the sight was revealed to him.

There was a pendulum adjusted to the roof and the thing that hanged from the rope was a giant axe. And then there were those pulleys and stuff. He cursed himself from never been too interested in the empirical sciences to approve what the wolves had created.

“Fitting symbol, now isn’t it?” said the first one as the second pushed the pendulum into motion. "Time and all...", it grinned. The pendulum swang from one side to the other and was coming downwards with every swing as it also gathered speed...

Gil-Galad gazed at the pendulum in horror as the wolves left sneering to him. “Let’s see how you can think yourself away from this one?”, they laughed as they went.

After a couple of minutes of horrorful anticipation the swinging axe at last came low enough to go through his skull.

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The hooded Villager was in a good mood. There had been no distractions in the Night and he had managed to slip the note revealing one Ranger’s Nightly protectionates in to the well at the square. He was going home, getting an earned hour of rest before the hassle of the Day would begin.

But then he heard the steps. They were approaching him from behind. And they were coming in fast. He turned around and saw someone running towards him at full speed.

“Wait a moment Moonshiner! It’s cloudy now and your time has come!”

The Moonshiner turned and ran. But the pursuer was faster. In a question of seconds he was overtaken and the golden dagger flashed in the night. The dagger fell into his back making him howl from pain. He dropped to his knees while the next hit only cut his ear off.

There was blood running everywhere. “Why? What’s this?” he managed to cry before the third blow hit his shoulder, breaking the collarbone. “Pleease!” he wailed to his attacker as the fourth hit went through his side into the bowels. His mind was getting farther and farther away from the here and now as the fifth slash of the dagger opened his stomach.

“I have only wished them to win... The Gaur was magnificient! The power, the command... I’m so sorry I didn’t manage to help them more...” The sixth one slit his throat open and he was a living being no more.

To ease his frustration the Villager with the golden dagger still slashed and hacked the now dead body of Rune, the Informer. Soon he was hacked in pieces but the enraged villager was also losing his strength.

“Darn cobbler! That served you right!” he yelled to the mashed body of the Moonshiner and ran home.


Dead:
Volo – The Cryptic Lens Grinder – (ordo) hanged on Day1
Macalaure - Eiliniel's Witty Younger Brother Who's Always Right – (ordo) killed to his bed on Night2
Roa_Aoife - The Town Fletcher – (ordo) killed from behind while dozing off in the middle of her room on Night2
Celuien - The Innkeeper – (Ranger) throat slit on Night2
Morm - The tall Doctor - (ordo) beheaded on Day2
Eomer - A Beekeeper – (ordo) stinged to death by his own Bees on Night3
Gil-Galad - A Confused Philosopher – (ordo) sliced by the pendulum on Night3
Rune son of Bjarne - A Moonshiner – (Informer/cobbler) hacked to death with the golden dagger on Night3


Alive:
Durelin - The Augur of the Village
Rikae - A Superstitious Mathematician
Thinlómien - An Ugly Little Shepherdess
Kath - A Weawer
Boromir88 - The Serious Jester
Mithalwen - A Frivolous Serving-Wench
Lalwendë - Eiliniel, A Retired Village Idiot
Farael – A Moose Tamer
Anguirel - Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother, Anguirel the Merry
Firefoot - A Homeless Waif


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