[Brinniel]

Much of the day was spent speculating who Durelin could’ve possibly dreamt of.

“Well, Durelin’s attitude towards Kitanna has changed over the days so it seems there’s a good chance she dreamt her as innocent,” thought Shasta.
“Hey, we shouldn’t clear Kitanna of all wolfishness just because of that,” warned Nogrod.
“Meanwhile, you seem rather suspicious yourself, Shasta,” said Eomer.
“I think Mithalwen seems the most likely wolf here,” said Kitanna. “Even if Durelin didn’t dream of her, her suspicions could’ve added some pressure.”
“I think Durelin might’ve dreamt Formendacil as innocent on Night 1,” stated Boromir.
“That’s just silly,” replied Aganzir. “Look how strange Formendacil’s been acting in these last moments. He can’t be innocent!”
"I can't turn off the italics!" cried Rikae.

By the end of the day, while a few insisted on killing Shasta, it became a split tie between Mithalwen and Formendacil.
“How should we decide?” asked Aganzir.
“I know,” answered Shasta, reaching into his pocketsess. “I randomly have this die with me. Why don’t we roll it to see who we should lynch?”
“Sounds good,” Sally agreed. “Mithalwen will be odds and Formendacil will be evens. Two out of three rolls wins…or errr… loses.”

So Shasta rolled the die. The first roll landed on four. The Formendacil voters cheered. The second roll landed on five. The Mithalwen voters cheered. Then came the third roll. All the BDers leaned forward anxiously. The die landed on another five.
“Looks like we’ll be killing Mithalwen!” Eönwë cheered.
“Thank goodness,” said Formendacil, relieved. “I really didn’t feel like dying today.”
“I demand a re-roll!” Mithalwen shouted. “I think Shasta cheated…it’s probably a trick die.”
“But Shasta didn’t even vote for you,” spoke up Nogrod. “He wanted to lynch Formendacil.”

“C’mon, let’s kill her already,” said Kitanna as she threw a rock at Mithalwen.
She handed more rocks to other BDers and they proceeded to do the same.
“Ow! Ouch!” cried Mithalwen as each rock struck her.
Soon all eleven BDers were throwing rocks at Mithalwen.
“Harder!” ordered Eönwë. “She’s not dying fast enough!”
“I am getting VERY angry!” yelled Mithalwen with her teeth clenched.
“You think she’s gonna turn green any second now?” Sally asked Ka, who remained silent.

But instead of turning green, Mithalwen sprouted fur and teeth. She growled at her attackers. Now as a revealed werewolf, the BDers continued to throw rocks at her even faster and harder.
Finally, Formendacil threw the decisive blow when his rock hit a soft spot on her wolfish head. Mithalwen stumbled, then making a noise similar to a dying walrus, she collapsed in slow motion.

“Aha! At last we’ve lynched a werewolf,” Nogrod proclaimed.
“But what should we do with the body?” wondered Boromir.
“I’ve never eaten wolf before, but I’ve always imagined it would make quite a tasty meal,” spoke Eomer.
“I agree,” said Aganzir. “And it’s not like we have anything planned for supper anyway.”

So the BDers skinned the dead werewolf and cooked her for supper.
“Well it would be a shame not to use her soft fur,” Rikae noted.
And she went right to work at making a large blanket out of Mithalwen’s fur coat.
Once everything was ready, the eleven remaining BDers sat down to enjoy a filling supper as they took turns sharing the fur blanket while night fell upon them.

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The Living:

Kitanna~the self-righteous know-it-all
Aganzir~non-anonymous neg-repper
Shastanis Althreduin~chatspeak translator
Boromir88~the one upper
Rikae~the person who tries to fake knowledge of the books and fails miserably
Eomer of the Rohirrim~easily-offended trendy
Nogrod~the wanna-be moderator
satansaloser2005~a fan of everything but Tolkien
THE Ka~Artful Dodger
Eönwë~conspiracy theorist
Formendacil~Tolkien Canonist

The Dead:

The Barrow-Wight~took up permanent residence in a barrow (mod)
The Sixth Wizard~ grammar Nazi~strung up in a tree (ordo)
McCaber~ does it 4 teh lulz~made the narration much more amusing than it originally was (ordo)
The Elf-Warrior~nitpicker~didn’t know how to float (ordo)
Nerwen~ rabid fangirl~willingly traded her life for an autographed Legolas poster (hacker/werewolf)
Kath~artiste~wrote her last poem (ordo)
Nilpaurion Felagund~ Ainulindalë Addict~had a mouthful of dynamite (ordo)
Durelin~ Unreliable RPG Addict~made a delicious s’more (moderator seer)
Mithalwen~ therapist~provided a satisfying meal while keeping her BDers warm (hacker/wolf)

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Night 5 has begun.

Wolves may start talking. Gifteds do your thing. Everyone else remain silent.