Day 3
This day, the beggars were almost unanimous that Macalaure the Guileless was an evil werewolf.
”Yes, he is guilty,” said Lommy. ”If he was innocent, he would surely know better than to suspect me!”
”Aye, he is guilty,” said Rikae, ”but I still have this inexplicable feeling that Lommy and Durelin are somehow laughing inwardly when they speak.”
”This whole thing makes me feel so pessimistic,” sighed Volo.
”This Volo makes my head ache,” sighed Lommy.
”That's not important. Shouldn't we kill Mac now?” asked Nogrod.
”What shall we do to him?” inquired Greenie.
”I know! We can play snow war against him!” said Menel.
”What a sweet idea,” exclaimed Mith. ”It's so nice that you kids want to play with each other even in this horrible situation.”
The beggars went out then, but even Mac, who had rejoiced for the new clothes, found them eventually too gruesome to put on. They started to make snowballs in the darkening evening. But although Mac had much experience of both making and throwing them, he stood alone against nine.
Menel was the first to throw a snowball at him. It hit him on the forehead.
”Are you going to confess?” asked Durelin.
”You expect me to tell and spoil the fun?” cried Mac and threw a snowball at her.
”I love this!” exclaimed Volo when he threw a snowball. ”There's a voice in my head that says we're right about Mac!”
He was lying, naturally. Sometimes he liked to invent all kinds of things, imaginative friends and all, to appear cooler. But his words had effect anyway. More and more snowballs were flying towards Mac.
The war was short but furious. The beggars didn't suffer any losses nor was anyone wounded, and eventually Mac ran out of snowballs. Then the beggars charged. They kept bombing Mac until he was lying on the ground, bruised and bleeding. Mith dropped her last snowball on his head. That was enough. He made a rattling sound and closed his eyes.
But, as on so many days before, his body remained unchanged. They had killed already three of their innocent little children with their own very hands.
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Alive:
Nogrod the Agreeable, the leader of the beggars
his wife, Nerwen
elderly couple; Rikae the Kind
and Durelin
Mithalwen the Perpetually Sane and Serene, Boro's widow
their child Meneltarmacil
Volo, a young widowed man
orphaned little Thinlómien
and her little sister A Little Green
Dead:
Tom Bombadil (ranger) - killed on Night 1
Goldberry (seer) - killed on Night 1
The Barrow-wight (hunter) - killed on Night 1
Gwathagor, the child of Nogrod and Nerwen (ordo) - used as a battering ram on Day 1
Sally the Insufferable, a slightly mad crippled woman (ordo) - skinned, scalped and made to clothes on Night 2
the Right Honourable McCaber, Volo's child (ordo) - drowned in the Withywindle on Day 2
THE Ka, a blind old woman (ordo) - poisoned with carbon monoxide & throat slit open on Night 3
Boromir88 the Silent One, Mith's husband, Mac & Menel's father, an ex-pickpocket (ordo) - accused unjustly and carried away against his will by annoying trees at the beginning of Day 3
Macalaure the Guileless, Mith & Boro's son (ordo) - fell in snowball fight on Day 3
It is now night 4. Wolves may kill. No posting here.
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He bit me, and I was not gentle.
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