The golden sap of the dead Laurelin, borne in the vessel of the Maia of Fire, tinged the peaks of the mountains of the East. Ened-in-Nowhere slowly stirred from its previous NIGHT's slumber.
dancing spawn of ungoliant hastened to
Nilpaurion Felagund's hut, wishing to apologise for her absence in their nightly stargazing. The laundry of the rich young widow,
Lalaith, had taken her a long time to finish. At the threshold of his hut, she stopped dead in her tracks, for she had heard weeping inside the hut. She opened a crack, peered in, and saw
the guy who be short inside, his beard torn off and scattered all around him. His was the sob the laundress had heard. She opened the door, and was to ask him what he was crying about, when she saw from the corner her eye
Nilpaurion. She shrieked and fainted.
When she had regained consciousness, all the villagers had gathered to the Prophet's hut, inspecting the grisly scene before them. The Prophet was dangling from the ceiling. Around his neck was loop of rope. On the rope was the label 'XVI.' His body was pierced with pitchforks (labelled IV) and beaten with sticks (labelled VII). On the wall behind him was written the following:
++Nilpaurion Felagund
++Nilpaurion Felagund
++Nilpaurion Felagund
++Nilpaurion Felagund
++Nilpaurion Felagund
Adam!
'Werewolves had lynched him,'
tar-ancalime, the witch, divined, 'Four Werewolves, and an alter-ego, to be precise.'
the guy who be short wailed loudly. He had taken one of the pitchforks and was now hugging it as he cried.
dancing spawn of ungoliant said:
'So, he's dead. I have to die, too, right?'
The stomachs of
Cailín and
Lhunardawen turned at that statement.
Eomer of the Rohirrim answered the laundress:
'Nay, Lady Spawnowen. The Mod God had commanded that his prophet and a player cannot be the Lovers.'
'Dommage,' she muttered. 'Let's get these Werewolves, then.'
The scroll of the census was changed:
Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT.
Those alive are:
dancing spawn of ungoliant, a laundress
Kath, a turtle-farmer
Lhunardawen, a Dark Elf (literally)
Caranlondien, a lumberjack
tar-ancalime, a witch
Cailín, the town gossip
Celuien, a psychiatrist
Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth
Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer
Lalaith, a rich young widow
Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker
Garin, the town surgeon and barber
Formendacil, an unemployed person
littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter
Glirdan, an unemployed person
Farael, an escaped mental asylum internee who suffers from chronic suicidal tendency and conspiracy theories
Anguirel, a wood-madman
Eomer of the Rohirrim, the royal musician
Gurthang, an arrowsmith
the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman
Eonwe, a wayfaring stranger
SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager