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**The Saucepan Man** · 05-25-2005, 04:42 PM

It had been a traumatic few days. The remaining Villagers were in mortal danger. But things could have been worse. At least they still had their Seer. They did not know who he or she was, but they could rest assured that he or she would be secretly working night and day to assist them in their plight.

When the Old Farmer’s Wife did not appear the next morning, no one was unduly concerned. After all, she had been a loner since her husband, the Old Farmer, had died. A bit crazy in the head, some said. With her runes and her crystals and the like …

An almighty crash signalled the dropping of an enormous penny.

As one, the Villagers rose and rushed to the Old Farm where the Old Farmer’s Wife lived. It stood there, silent and forbidding, as if it were taunting them. A few brave souls ventured forth and cautiously entered. And they were mightily relieved to see the Holbytlass sitting at her table, her head in her hands.

“What’s the matter, Old Farmer’s Wife?” one of them asked.

But there was no reply.

Another stepped forward to comfort Holbytlass. But, as she did so, the old woman’s head lolled back to reveal two empty sockets where her eyes once had been. Blood poured down her front from a gaping wound which ran from one ear to the other. And grimly the Villagers watched as two severed eyeballs dropped from the old woman’s hands, rolled languidly across the table and fell to the floor.

“Is she alright?” someone asked.

Quick, call the Healer!” cried another.

As the more observant reader may have noticed, these Villagers were not the sharpest tools in the box.

Living:
Eomer of the Rohirrim
The Barrow-Wight
the phantom
Encaitare
Ainaserkewen
dancing spawn of ungoliant
Son of Númenor
Nimrodel_9

Dead:
Oddwen (Villager) - Slaughtered, plucked and trussed like a chicken on Night 1
Fordim Hedgethistle (Villager) - Lynched and hung in a flurry of puns on Day 1
Anguirel (Guardian) - Carved up and barbequed on Night 2
Feanor of the Peredhil (Villager) - Lynched and hung despite her quick tongue on Day 2
Holbytlass (Seer) - Eyeballs plucked out and throat slit on Night 3

Score:
Werewolves: 3
Villagers: 5

Er, Villagers, you realise what happens if you don’t find a Werewolf today …

DAY 3 has now started. It will end in 24 hours’ time (11.45PM GMT tomorrow), or earlier if a clear majority on voting is reached before then.

05-25-2005, 04:42 PM	#96
The Saucepan Man Corpus Cacophonous Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A green and pleasant land Posts: 8,390	It had been a traumatic few days. The remaining Villagers were in mortal danger. But things could have been worse. At least they still had their Seer. They did not know who he or she was, but they could rest assured that he or she would be secretly working night and day to assist them in their plight. When the Old Farmer’s Wife did not appear the next morning, no one was unduly concerned. After all, she had been a loner since her husband, the Old Farmer, had died. A bit crazy in the head, some said. With her runes and her crystals and the like … An almighty crash signalled the dropping of an enormous penny. As one, the Villagers rose and rushed to the Old Farm where the Old Farmer’s Wife lived. It stood there, silent and forbidding, as if it were taunting them. A few brave souls ventured forth and cautiously entered. And they were mightily relieved to see the Holbytlass sitting at her table, her head in her hands. “What’s the matter, Old Farmer’s Wife?” one of them asked. But there was no reply. Another stepped forward to comfort Holbytlass. But, as she did so, the old woman’s head lolled back to reveal two empty sockets where her eyes once had been. Blood poured down her front from a gaping wound which ran from one ear to the other. And grimly the Villagers watched as two severed eyeballs dropped from the old woman’s hands, rolled languidly across the table and fell to the floor. “Is she alright?” someone asked. Quick, call the Healer!” cried another. As the more observant reader may have noticed, these Villagers were not the sharpest tools in the box. Living: Eomer of the Rohirrim The Barrow-Wight the phantom Encaitare Ainaserkewen dancing spawn of ungoliant Son of Númenor Nimrodel_9 Dead: Oddwen (Villager) - Slaughtered, plucked and trussed like a chicken on Night 1 Fordim Hedgethistle (Villager) - Lynched and hung in a flurry of puns on Day 1 Anguirel (Guardian) - Carved up and barbequed on Night 2 Feanor of the Peredhil (Villager) - Lynched and hung despite her quick tongue on Day 2 Holbytlass (Seer) - Eyeballs plucked out and throat slit on Night 3 Score: Werewolves: 3 Villagers: 5 Er, Villagers, you realise what happens if you don’t find a Werewolf today … DAY 3 has now started. It will end in 24 hours’ time (11.45PM GMT tomorrow), or earlier if a clear majority on voting is reached before then. __________________ Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!