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**The Saucepan Man** · 10-04-2005, 06:00 PM

Mormegil, just to be clear on this:

Quote:

Originally Posted by me towards the end of yester-Day

But it is clear to me that either Boromir88 or Azaelia is a Wolf, for their subsequent votes for me. What an opportunity for the Wolves to rid themselves of one thorn in their side (me) while implicating another (Eomer). It's unlikely that both are, as that would be risky, but it's a possibility.

I may have used the word "patsy" to-Day, but the theory was the same.

Holbytlass · 10-04-2005, 06:03 PM

After the shock of another one being bitten and having evil course throught their veins, the villagers couldn't face each other yet. Paranoia lay heavy like the storm clouds over the island. It was bad enough that there were three to begin with but now somebody who was on their side had defected.

Some worked in the fields scything off the wheat and barley heads imagining them to be wolf-heads. Some worked the fishing nets flinging them over the sea wishing they could fling the wolves into the sea. Hammers rang, axes thudded, pens scratched, all trying to purge themselves through sweat and tears of their pain and hatred.

A wicked but necessary routine had integrated itself into village life. Time had come again to accuse, defend and vote. Two had risen in suspicion thanks to the finger pointing of each other. In the end, Eomer of the Rohirrim-purveyor of mystical oddments, garnered the most votes. Trepidation filled the villagers' souls, they had to kill a wolf, they needed to kill a wolf, but are they today?

The villagers took a moment to think how they were going to do the deed. Eomer seized the moment, transformed and grabbed one of the young ladies.

"Not one move." Eomer growled as he backed towards the door pulling the miss with him, her large amber eyes pleading for help. Slowly, slowly, still eyeing the others, Eomer made it to the door, then in an instant, shoved the gal towards the people and bolted for the woods.

The people reacted quickly, a couple of them caught the gal, and a bear- like shape darted out the door and threw his axe with precision. Whooh-whooh-whooh, the axe whistled end over end, till it thucked into Eomer-wolf's skull. He fell down dead.

The villagers cautiously walked up to his now human form and nudged it.
"How could such a handsome man do such a thing?"

villagers:8
wolves:3

dead
Holby(mod) clawed from wolves night 1
Gil-Galad(Ordinary)shot by firing squad day1
Shelob(ordinary)killed by wolves jack-o-lantern style night2
The Perky Ent(ranger)executed by his sword day2
cursed villager transformed on night3
Eomer of the Rohirrim(wolf)whacked by lumberjack's axe day3

living
Morm
Formendacil
Wilwarin
Saucepan Man
Arcticstorm
Alcarillo
Abercrombie
Marcolie
Azaelia
Boromir
Cailin

~wolves P.M.
~names from wolves, seer, hunter

Holbytlass · 10-05-2005, 06:01 PM

Squelching through the misty moisty bog, intermittenly wafting up hot reeky air. Searching, searching, but what is lost? Have to keep looking. Feet sticking, arms reaching for stunted trees to pull free. Gagging on the rotten heat blown on the face. A figure ahead shrouded in mist, with head turned back.

Jerking awake from the dream, the villager felt the hot reeky breath of the wolves standing over them. "It's.......!" But whatever 'it' is was never heard.

Morning came again, the wind biting cold. The villagers made their way past the Inn, through the cemetary, along the river to the easterly side of the island to the home of the missing villager.

There was no need to search. In the front lawn was a large wooden tub filled with water and apples, a figure kneeling into it, no doubt drowned. As the villagers pulled the body gently out, the head lolled back with eyes missing.

villagers:7
wolves:3

dead
Holby(mod) clawed from wolves night 1
Gil-Galad(Ordinary)shot by firing squad day1
Shelob(ordinary)killed by wolves jack-o-lantern style night2
The Perky Ent(ranger)executed by his sword day2
cursed villager transformed on night3
Eomer of the Rohirrim(wolf)whacked by lumberjack's axe day3
Cailin(seer)drowned bobbing for apples with eyes ripped out night 4

living
Morm
Formendacil
Wilwarin
Saucepan Man
Arcticstorm
Alcarillo
Abercrombie
Marcolie
Azaelia
Boromir

mormegil · 10-05-2005, 06:13 PM

Alas, I feared this would be the fate of Cailin today. I thought it fairly obvious that she were the seer. Notice how at the end I tried to get her, be asking all, to give us their suspicions. I was hoping that she knew at least one more or maybe could shed light on who was innocent. What I don't understand is why Boromir and SpM brought attention to it by saying they weren't going to bring attention to it.

10-04-2005, 06:03 PM	#2
Holbytlass Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2003 Location: The Party Tree Posts: 1,042	After the shock of another one being bitten and having evil course throught their veins, the villagers couldn't face each other yet. Paranoia lay heavy like the storm clouds over the island. It was bad enough that there were three to begin with but now somebody who was on their side had defected. Some worked in the fields scything off the wheat and barley heads imagining them to be wolf-heads. Some worked the fishing nets flinging them over the sea wishing they could fling the wolves into the sea. Hammers rang, axes thudded, pens scratched, all trying to purge themselves through sweat and tears of their pain and hatred. A wicked but necessary routine had integrated itself into village life. Time had come again to accuse, defend and vote. Two had risen in suspicion thanks to the finger pointing of each other. In the end, Eomer of the Rohirrim-purveyor of mystical oddments, garnered the most votes. Trepidation filled the villagers' souls, they had to kill a wolf, they needed to kill a wolf, but are they today? The villagers took a moment to think how they were going to do the deed. Eomer seized the moment, transformed and grabbed one of the young ladies. "Not one move." Eomer growled as he backed towards the door pulling the miss with him, her large amber eyes pleading for help. Slowly, slowly, still eyeing the others, Eomer made it to the door, then in an instant, shoved the gal towards the people and bolted for the woods. The people reacted quickly, a couple of them caught the gal, and a bear- like shape darted out the door and threw his axe with precision. Whooh-whooh-whooh, the axe whistled end over end, till it thucked into Eomer-wolf's skull. He fell down dead. The villagers cautiously walked up to his now human form and nudged it. "How could such a handsome man do such a thing?" villagers:8 wolves:3 dead Holby(mod) clawed from wolves night 1 Gil-Galad(Ordinary)shot by firing squad day1 Shelob(ordinary)killed by wolves jack-o-lantern style night2 The Perky Ent(ranger)executed by his sword day2 cursed villager transformed on night3 Eomer of the Rohirrim(wolf)whacked by lumberjack's axe day3 living Morm Formendacil Wilwarin Saucepan Man Arcticstorm Alcarillo Abercrombie Marcolie Azaelia Boromir Cailin ~wolves P.M. ~names from wolves, seer, hunter __________________ Holby is an actual flesh-and-blood person, right? Not, say a sock-puppet of Nilp’s, by any chance? ~Nerwen, WWCIII Last edited by Holbytlass; 10-04-2005 at 06:28 PM. Reason: adding stats

10-05-2005, 06:01 PM	#3
Holbytlass Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2003 Location: The Party Tree Posts: 1,042	Squelching through the misty moisty bog, intermittenly wafting up hot reeky air. Searching, searching, but what is lost? Have to keep looking. Feet sticking, arms reaching for stunted trees to pull free. Gagging on the rotten heat blown on the face. A figure ahead shrouded in mist, with head turned back. Jerking awake from the dream, the villager felt the hot reeky breath of the wolves standing over them. "It's.......!" But whatever 'it' is was never heard. Morning came again, the wind biting cold. The villagers made their way past the Inn, through the cemetary, along the river to the easterly side of the island to the home of the missing villager. There was no need to search. In the front lawn was a large wooden tub filled with water and apples, a figure kneeling into it, no doubt drowned. As the villagers pulled the body gently out, the head lolled back with eyes missing. villagers:7 wolves:3 dead Holby(mod) clawed from wolves night 1 Gil-Galad(Ordinary)shot by firing squad day1 Shelob(ordinary)killed by wolves jack-o-lantern style night2 The Perky Ent(ranger)executed by his sword day2 cursed villager transformed on night3 Eomer of the Rohirrim(wolf)whacked by lumberjack's axe day3 Cailin(seer)drowned bobbing for apples with eyes ripped out night 4 living Morm Formendacil Wilwarin Saucepan Man Arcticstorm Alcarillo Abercrombie Marcolie Azaelia Boromir __________________ Holby is an actual flesh-and-blood person, right? Not, say a sock-puppet of Nilp’s, by any chance? ~Nerwen, WWCIII

10-05-2005, 06:13 PM	#4
mormegil Maundering Mage Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Texas Posts: 4,651	Alas, I feared this would be the fate of Cailin today. I thought it fairly obvious that she were the seer. Notice how at the end I tried to get her, be asking all, to give us their suspicions. I was hoping that she knew at least one more or maybe could shed light on who was innocent. What I don't understand is why Boromir and SpM brought attention to it by saying they weren't going to bring attention to it. __________________ “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

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