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Lommy couldn't sleep. Too many bad things were happening around the village. She sat up in her bed, a blanket over her head. There were a few hours until dawn. It was a shame daylight no longer guaranteed safety. The Hobbits had gone crazy over the last few days.
Lommy removed the blanket from her head. Something smelled of burning wood. Was that smoke seeping in under the door? Wonderful. The fiends were going to serve the wolves cooked meat for a change. The bewildered Hobbit jumped from bed, grabbing a basin of water. She pulled the door open and prepared to douse the flames.
The three stood outside her bedroom, fanning the smoke from a burning log toward Lommy's door. “Surprise,” they said. One of them slammed a fireplace poker into her gut.
Across town Glirdan burst into flames while making a midnight snack.
The Dead
Kitanna - Left on the Brandywine to be eaten on Night 1, Moddess
Pitchwife - Beaten to death on Day 1, Ordo
Inzil - Strangled on Night 2, Seer
G55 – Committed suicide on Day 2, Ordo
Lommy - Kabobbed on Night 3, Ordo
Glirdan – Spontaneously combusted on Night 3, Cobbler
The Living
Shasta
Menel
Nerwen
Legate
Nogrod
Aganzir
Sally
Kath
Day 3 Begins
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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