After all the somewhat puzzling events of the Night the Villagers seemed all to have made up their minds at last. They had an idea how the things were and held on to their thoughts, letting no argument to twist their minds, Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother’s announcement possibly not included.
The stern looks of the villagers started concentrating on a few persons while a host of them were having none of the attention. Two suspects made it to the top. There was Eiliniel, Gorlim’s wife and the Homeless Wife. Some voted for one, some for the other. Surely, the Mathematician, the Weaver and the Moose Tamer got their fair share of suspicion but those never materialised as votes. In the end it was still quite clear who would have it this Day.
“It amazes me that Lal and Rikae are both persisting with conspiracy theories; one would think wolves would avoid such stubbornness to avoid implicating each other...perhaps one is a misguided innocent.” Gorlim’s Lighthearted Brother declared. “I shall stay my knife till after the lynch. And I'll vote to lynch Lalwendë”. With that he draw back.
“I find the most suspicious person today being Lalwendë and this is probably the most confident I've felt this entire time”, said the Serious Jester.
“I don't see me finding enough evidence to put anyone ahead of her so I will stick to my guns...” said the Frivolous Serving-Wench.
“Lal, what I would have expected from an innocent villager was not a "I'm the ranger"-thing, but a genuine panicky reaction along the lines of "you can't do this! I'm innocent!"” said the Ugly Shepherdess.
The Villagers were gathering around her.
“And why not, as inconsistency seems to be a factor shared by those both suspected and those not suspected right now. If I go in a new path I will be doomed and if I retread old ones I will be doomed.” She tried.
“Once a mob has decided then that's it.” She added, still trying to make a brave face.
“Que sera, sera, or however i’ts spelled. Maybe Je Ne Regrette Rien would be better?” she sighed as the villagers were up to her en masse.
She was felled down as the villagers went over her. She was not resisting too much.
The Serious Jester hoisted him up from the overall meddle.
The Homeless Waif gave her a blow with her walking stick.
The Serving-Wench strangled her with the kitchen towel as the Augur started sawing her right arm off with her small and dull knife.
The Ugly Little Shepherdess felt that that was too much and took the knife she beared with her to defend against the normal wolves in the pasture and sank it to her chest.
Lalwendë’s body yanked and started transforming. It started growing dark black hair and her overall posture changed into something really weird. Half-human – half-wolf she turned out to be. She didn’t struggle, she only transformed into something pretty odd and died.
And there she was, a half-hairy werewolf laying on the square a knife in her chest.
The villagers had at last made a right decision.
But Eiliniel! How could that be? What would Gorlim think of that?
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 – (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
Lalwendë - Eiliniel, A Retired Village Idiot – (beta-Wolf) – Mobbed and in the end stabbed to the chest on Day3
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
Farael – A Moose Tamer
Anguirel - Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother, Anguirel the Merry
Firefoot - A Homeless Waif
Night4 is on.
Wolves PM me your kill, Rangers send me your protections. Others with something to say, PM as well...
Good Night!
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
Last edited by Nogrod; 02-03-2007 at 04:20 PM.
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