Werewolf Four and Thirty: Bloodbath in the Anduin Vale

[Nogrod]

Where are you people?

Ten minutes!

Even if I suspect Kath more I might try Isabell just for the future talking of this village.

But three people aren't enough to do it.

[Nogrod]

Okay. I'm ready to give it a try as well.

++ Isabellkaya

[Nogrod]

Kath 6
Isabell 3
tgwbs 2
Boro 1

Gil, Shasta, Isabell and Fea to vote.

Isabell will not vote herself so we would need also Gil here...

Good try anyway.

EDIT: No it wasn't as Isabell would vote Kath... We should have counted this first.

[Aganzir]

I could vote Isabell, but are there enough of us to kill her?

Anyway

++ Isabellkya

If I'm dead toMorrow please consider Rikae.

edit: xed with Nogrod, Boro and Nogrod

[Boromir88]

Let's save Kath, I want to get this last second band-wagon lynch happening.

[Boromir88]

nevermind, scratch that

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

++IZZY

Because I like Kath and she hasn't concerned me much.

[The Saucepan Man]

Day 2 is over. Stop talking and voting.

The result will be announced in a while (once I have had a chance to catch up ...)

[Nogrod]

Remeber to check Mith toMorrow if I'm not around anymore. She has felt so innocent all the time but I've begun to wonder her assuredness about Menel yesterDay and the way she used it toDay

Her thwarted campaign on me when it still seemed there might be a crowd enough to lynch me I find also quite suspicious...

[Nogrod]

And check when pweople joined the wagon anyway if Kath turns out innocent...

[The Saucepan Man]

The events of the previous Night had confused and bewildered the delegates, and there was much discussion of what had occurred. Mention was even made of the old tome of knowledge, Wikipedia, in case it might shed any light on the mystery. Alas, it did not. And so it was not long before the debate turned to the question of who should be lynched.

Once the votes had been cast, it was decided that Kath should be the one to face death this Day. Her provenance had remained a mystery, and so the other delegates were mistrustful of her.

“She’s a witch! Burn ‘er!” screeched Nogrod.

“Don’t start that again!” cried The Sixth Wizard, aghast. “This are a serious narrative.”

“By what authority do you …?” began Mithalwen, but was hastily silenced by the others present.

Unfortunately, the delegates had still failed to construct any suitable means of execution, and so the talk turned once again to how Kath’s death should be brought about. After some time, it was agreed that Nogrod’s suggestion was actually the best that they had to work with. And so wood was gathered and a pyre hastily assembled. A struggling Kath, bound and gagged, was brought forward and tied firmly to the stake.

But, as the flames began to lick at her legs, Kath somehow managed to work free the gag from her mouth. Fixing the assembled throng with a defiant glare, she spoke in a voice both calm and contemptuous.

“Fools!” she said. “I am no witch. I am a Priestess! And I serve the true Lord of Middle-earth. His throne is far from here, but this land will fall to Him ’ere long. You puny woodsmen and your paltry villages are no match for the might of Mordor. I have seen in my dreams the wonder and the terror of what He has wrought here. And those among you who do not serve Him will yourselves share that knowledge all too soon - as red claws rend your flesh and black fangs close about your heads. Wolves, I have done what I can to aid you. My work here is done. May the Hounds of Udun be joined and flourish here in the name of Sauron the Great …!”

And with these words, Kath’s body was consumed in a flash of flame and smoke. The onlookers gasped and backed away as a flaming red eye appeared in the conflagration and they felt the withering intensity of its stare. Momentarily, however, it was gone and nothing remained of Kath but a pall of thick black smoke. The delegates watched as for a moment the plume of smoke wavered, looking to the South-East. But from the South-East came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing.

The dead:

The Saucepan Man - Slaughtered and boiled up in a spicy ghoulash on Night zero.
xyzzy - Got bored of the role-based banter and hung himself quietly on Day 1 (Ordinary Innocent)
Meneltarmacil - Fatally wounded in sooth he was and crawled awaye to find ye deathe in ye woodes on Nighte 1 (Werewolfe)
Rune Son of Bjarne - Hunted and added to his own trophy collection on Night 1 (Ordinary Innocent)
Durelin - Spied on things which should not be seen and got hung for it on Night 1 (Thief)
Kath - Burned at the stake and spurned by her Lord on Day 2 (Priestess of Sauron)

The living:

Mormegil
Rikae - the naughty delegate from the village with the unlikely name of Castle Anthrax
Aganzir - the Dwarf delegate of a Woodsmen village
Gil-Galad
Shastanis Althreduin - the extremely detail-oriented centaur delegate from the Plains
Volo - the very hairy delegate from as far as it gets
Nogrod - the moody delegate from the Witch-burners' village who is ready and willing to form a theory to suit his feelings whatever the facts ...
Boromir88 - the filibuster delegate from Laketown, whose geography is not that good
The Sixth Wizard
Thinlómien - the Delegate of INSTRAW
Legate of Amon Lanc - the De-Legate of Amon Lanc
Isabellkya - the delegate from the village Kyaq
the guy who be short - the delegate from nearby Necropolis
Mithalwen - the delegate of an anarco-sydicalist commune, taking her turn as a sort of executive officer for the week
Feanor of the Peredhil - the slightly offbeat delegate who offers controversial suggestions to the moot regardless of lycanthropic tendencies

Night 2 has begun. Players of the Night, do your thing.

[The Saucepan Man]

As the delegates gathered in the council chamber, it was immediately apparent that two more of their number was missing. Once again, those present trailed nervously to the absent delegates’ huts, fearing the worst.

The occupant of the first lay on her bed, her face contorted in a rictus grin. At first it was assumed that she had died in great agony. But further inspection revealed three sticks strewn about the room, each bound at the end with a cluster of chicken feathers. Slowly, it dawned on the delegates that the expression on Rikae’s face was not one of pain, but of pure, unremitting, deadly laughter. The naughty delegate from the village with the unlikely name of Castle Anthrax had been tickled to death.

The second hut was decked about with many herbs and plants of the surrounding woodland. Sprigs of mistletoe and belladonna there were, bunches of ivy leaves, mandrake roots, holly berries, garlic cloves, mustard seeds and rose petals. Jars and bottles of strange powders and potions lined the shelves. The occupant of the hut was slouched forward at the table, upon which were set a mortar and pestle, a bowl of dark liquid and yet more herbs and plants.

“Phew, strong stuff!” exclaimed one of the delegates, sniffing the contents of the bowl.

“No wonder he’s overslept,” laughed another. “Looks like he’s going to have a mighty hangover.”

“Rouse yourself, good sir,” said a third, shaking the prone man by the shoulder. “’Tis time to…”

But her words died in her mouth as the man’s body slumped back, and those crowded round him gasped with horror. Where the man’s eyes should have been, there were now only empty, hollow sockets, and it was clear that his sightless slumber was the sleep of the dead. With a further cry of disgust, the delegate who had been examining the bowl dropped it on the table. As its contests spilled over, de Legate of Amon Lanc’s eyeballs slowly surfaced and stared grimly up at them.

De Legate had been a far seeing Druid of Radagast, but now he saw no more.

The dead:

The Saucepan Man - Slaughtered and boiled up in a spicy ghoulash on Night zero.
xyzzy - Got bored of the role-based banter and hung himself quietly on Day 1 (Ordinary Innocent)
Meneltarmacil - Fatally wounded in sooth he was and crawled awaye to find ye deathe in ye woodes on Nighte 1 (Werewolfe)
Rune Son of Bjarne - Hunted and added to his own trophy collection on Night 1 (Ordinary Innocent)
Durelin - Spied on things which should not be seen and got hung for it on Night 1 (Thief)
Kath - Burned at the stake and spurned by her Lord on Day 2 (Priestess of Sauron)
Rikae - Tickled mercilessly and died with a smile on her face on Night 2 (Ordinary Innocent)
Legate of Amon Lanc - Underwent radical optical surgery and lost his life and his foresight on Night 2 (Druid)

The living:

Mormegil
Aganzir - the Dwarf delegate of a Woodsmen village
Gil-Galad
Shastanis Althreduin - the extremely detail-oriented centaur delegate from the Plains
Volo - the very hairy delegate from as far as it gets
Nogrod - the moody delegate from the Witch-burners' village who is ready and willing to form a theory to suit his feelings whatever the facts ...
Boromir88 - the filibuster delegate from Laketown, whose geography is not that good
The Sixth Wizard
Thinlómien - the Delegate of INSTRAW
Isabellkya - the delegate from the village Kyaq
the guy who be short - the delegate from nearby Necropolis
Mithalwen - the delegate of an anarco-sydicalist commune, taking her turn as a sort of executive officer for the week
Feanor of the Peredhil - the slightly offbeat delegate who offers controversial suggestions to the moot regardless of lycanthropic tendencies

Day 3 has begun. Nightly activities must cease. You may start talking.