Welcome to Tol-in-Gauroth XI 'Fall of the Fall'

[arcticstorm]

I am going to vote today for ++Formendacil

[Azaelia of Willowbottom]

Oh dear, what a decision to make... I am *inclined* to think Boromir is innocent, but my suspicions and feelings are so often wrong. At any rate, I will not be voting for him tonight, because there are others that I find more suspicious.

This is a difficult vote to make because our survival depends upon it. The point is long past in which if we voted for the wrong person, it was a problem but not a fatal one. This time, if I pick the wrong person, we'll be dead...

Arcticstorm and Formendacil have been on my suspect list for a while...and today I will hold my breath, cross my fingers, and pray for all our sakes that

++Arctic

is a wolf, because I have just tipped the balance.

[Alcarillo]

Time to join the bandwagon!

++arcticstorm

[Holbytlass]

If victory, for the wolves, could be tasted then stress, for the innocents, could be felt. Little had been said, if ever they came together to talk. They were all on edge, nobody sure of what to do, it just seemed who ever voted first the others followed, even more unsettling was the one sealing someone's fate.

The villagers were almost completely lethargic, having lost so much to the vile beasts, it seemed easier to just let them take over and be done. The merest spark of hope, though, remained in their hearts. It was small but could not be extinguished. So they cast their votes, the majority for Arcticstorm-preacher.

The four walked over to the little chapel where they found Arctic tidying things up. He looked up in shock, "What do you mean I'm to be executed? I'm a man of the church!"
"That doesn't mean much anymore, remember the anchoress, she turned out to be a wolf." someone responded.
"Yes, but she was an S.A.E. (self appointed expert), whereas I'm degreed." said Arctic.
"That just means you're the smart alpha wolf!" came the retort.
"No! I'm no wolf!", the preacher insisted, as he backed away from the others, "please, for all our sakes, don't do this!"

But it was too late, the tiny flame of hope and self preservation flared up in each of them. They lunged at Arctic tackling him to the floor, one on top choking him, the others getting in kicks when they could. Something flared in Arcticstorm as well, snarls and spittle issued form his elongated mouth and his ferocious wolf strength was about to throw them all off when one of the villagers plunged a knife into the side of his neck spewing arterial spray all over the holy site.


villagers:3
wolves:1

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
Mormegil(hunter)beheaded by his own ax in a battle to the death day 4
Abercrombie(wolf)beheaded by hunter in a battle to the death day4
SaucepanMan(ordinary)poisoned on night5
Wilwarin(ordinary)'panned' to death day5
Marcolie(ordinary)got 'fawkesed' on night6
Arcticstorm(wolf)knifed and choked day6

living
Formendacil
Alcarillo
Azaelia
Boromir

[Holbytlass]

The wolf was rather pleased with itself, to be the last of its kind still standing. Tonight's kill will be the appetizer to tomorrow's feast, and there will be no sharing. The wolf could take its time in choosing, each possible victim had its own merrits. Finally one was chosen and the wolf set out.....

In the morning, not surprising only three came together, all of their appearances were rathing shocking. The last fortnight had taken its toll. They were dishevelled, gaunt faces with hollowed cheeks, eyes darting in constant vigilance and the blood of the preacher-wolf still on them.

They kept their distance from each other but still within view as they went to look for the missing one. Upon entering the house, there was an almost cherubic scene before them, the one lay as a small child does, legs tucked under and hands nestled under their cheek. Oddly though, the one was lying in a ginormous roaster pan and an apple shoved in its mouth.

The villagers rolled the one over and found them to be gutted and stuffed with seasoned bread. A note lay on the table scrawled with "I convinced him he was a turkey".

Utterly sickened the three faced each other, today was the day of reckoning.



villagers:2
wolves:1

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
Mormegil(hunter)beheaded by his own ax in a battle to the death day 4
Abercrombie(wolf)beheaded by hunter in a battle to the death day4
SaucepanMan(ordinary)poisoned on night5
Wilwarin(ordinary)'panned' to death day5
Marcolie(ordinary)got 'fawkesed' on night6
Arcticstorm(wolf)knifed and choked day6
Boromir(ordinary)stuffed like a turkey night7


living
Formendacil
Alcarillo
Azaelia

[Alcarillo]

Well, today is the day. Unfortunately, it would appear that the wolves killed our least suspicious villager, so I'm suspicious of both of you. Let's vote very carefully; the fate of the village hangs in the balance!

I also have this to say: I am an innocent villager. I know that I have seemed very suspicious at times, and my voting record isn't spotless, and I am known for my quietness, but you have my word that I am not a werewolf. Lynching me will only kill an innocent and bring the village's defeat.