[The Saucepan Man]

The sun had almost set and Isabellkya had been chosen to die. The remaining delegates turned to her brandishing torches and whatever weapons came to hand. Terror was in the eyes of the delegate from the remote village of Kyaq as they approached her and, spinning on her heels, she ran. The crowd immediately set off after her but, gaining some ground, she darted in between two huts. In desperation, she hurriedly scanned her surroundings in the hope that there might be some place to conceal herself. Alas, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The small passageway ended in a wall. Cornered, she turned, petrified, to face the savage mob.

But as the delegates neared Isabellkya, her frightened features gave way to a sneer, which politely moved over in deference to a snarl, which in turn was chased away by a growl. Falling on to all fours, she began to grow in size as hair sprouted on her arms and legs and began to spread over her entire, rapidly morphing body. Her fingers split, making way for cruel blood-red claws as her mouth stretched to form a beastly snout arrayed with a fearsome set of razor-sharp teeth. Twice the size of a man now, she glowered at the delegates, who had been halted in their tracks by the sudden and alarming transformation. It did not take long for them to reappraise the situation.

“Run away!” cried one.

“Run away! Run away!” agreed the others.

Turning as one, the mob careered back down the alley, jostling and scrabbling at one another in their terror. With a howl, the great She-Wolf leaped forward and bounded after them. But, just as she began to draw level with the stragglers, a small fox sprang out from a small cluster of bushes and darted between her legs. Startled, Isabellkya was momentarily caught off balance and, fell crashing snout over tail to the ground. The villagers needed no second chance and were immediately upon her, axes, pitchforks and blades hacking, slashing and thrusting in a wild frenzy of blood-letting.

When at last they stepped back, all that remained was the bloody, battered and decidedly dead body of Isabellkya.

The dead:

The Saucepan Man - Slaughtered and boiled up in a spicy ghoulash on Night zero.
xyzzy - Got bored of the role-based banter and hung himself quietly on Day 1 (Ordinary Innocent)
Meneltarmacil - Fatally wounded in sooth he was and crawled awaye to find ye deathe in ye woodes on Nighte 1 (Werewolfe)
Rune Son of Bjarne - Hunted and added to his own trophy collection on Night 1 (Ordinary Innocent)
Durelin - Spied on things which should not be seen and got hung for it on Night 1 (Thief)
Kath - Burned at the stake and spurned by her Lord on Day 2 (Priestess of Sauron)
Rikae - Tickled mercilessly and died with a smile on her face on Night 2 (Oridnary Innocent)
Legate of Amon Lanc - Underwent radical optical surgery and lost his life and his foresight on Night 2 (Druid)
Isabellkya - Mometarily caught off guard by a darting fox and set upon by the frenzied mob on Day 3 (Werewolf)

The living:

Mormegil
Aganzir - the Dwarf delegate of a Woodsmen village
Gil-Galad
Shastanis Althreduin - the extremely detail-oriented centaur delegate from the Plains
Volo - the very hairy delegate from as far as it gets
Nogrod - the moody delegate from the Witch-burners' village who is ready and willing to form a theory to suit his feelings whatever the facts ...
Boromir88 - the filibuster delegate from Laketown, whose geography is not that good
The Sixth Wizard
Thinlómien - the Delegate of INSTRAW
the guy who be short - the delegate from nearby Necropolis
Mithalwen - the delegate of an anarco-sydicalist commune, taking her turn as a sort of executive officer for the week
Feanor of the Peredhil - the slightly offbeat delegate who offers controversial suggestions to the moot regardless of lycanthropic tendencies

Night 3 has fallen. Things that go bump in the Night may start bumping.