WW XXXXI: With a Twist

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"Cruelty?” laughed the Voice. “Me? Perhaps, but only one such as you would label those things which I have done with a word such as ‘cruelty.’ And I daresay I am yet imperfect, for only those like you, proud fool, consider themselves to be unchangeable and right. I can yet learn, adapt. There is hope, for me”

“You speak of inability to adapt, yet my plan was altered, and I still claim victory over you and yours! For in the end, in a battle between you and I, I shall always prevail. Do not pretend you do not know the Power which I serve.”

“Your precious Power... Your Power deceives you. Tricks you. Keeps secrets from you. Your Power’s bidding is a command to you, one you follow with no thought of your own. One you follow blindly. Your Power enslaves you, creates a monster of you.”

So it went between them, a battle of curious words, both sides unswayable, throughout the day.

And as their voices echoed over the heads of the villagers, altered by the damp of the fog, carried strangely over the water so as to seem to come from everywhere, the villagers in turn argued.

"Remember lore!” shouted Saucie. “Remember your history lessons. Hear what I have to say of villages from afar, for I travel and you… you people make lamps, tend sheep, dig graves. Hear this, of a village far away, long ago! Two travelers approached and were side-tracked by a castle similar in appearance in terms of decrepitude and ravens to the House of Usher, if you’re familiar with Poe. And in the tower lived a creature, a mad creature, a fully beautiful creation of feminine form, who called herself the Dark Lady, and she had werewolves, a pair. The travelers died somewhat nonchalantly and took control of the narrative and the Dark Lady commanded the wolves to KILL. And when they died at her feet, due to injuries inflicted by the village, very early on, quite frankly, before the game had really even gotten going, she showed no concern. Rather, she continued to slaughter the village, her decisions made by roll of dice, and continued to play on their fears so they would kill each other even when she rested! Or something like that! It’s been a while! Hear now the story of the Dark Lady! Learn! My point relies less on the details of the events than the fact that she was an absolute nut job, this Dark Lady! Do not forget that the wolves may die but an evil may yet live! Take nothing for granted!”

And many cried, “This is madness!”

To which Saucie responded, “Of course it is, you fools! Of course! That’s what I was trying to tell you! We should be prepared for madness!!!”

To which someone muttered, “I’d say he knows an awful lot about madness… maybe… too much.”

A comment which was deftly ignored by all as decisions were made to lynch both Aganzir and the Might.

“Wait…” muttered Kath. “I don’t want to kill either of them.”

“I mean to contribute to a game run by nutjobs with a bit more madness. Die, Isabellkya, die!” And he charged her with those things he’d tinked in his travels. But he was stopped.

“Ahem.” Quothe the village. “Not Isabellkya. We decide these things by popular vote.”

And Saucie looked meek.

Kath cast her vote for the Might, and Saucie, rebuked, agreed, and so it was that the Might died at the hands of the village. Yet as he died, the fog fell heavily, like a living thing, upon them, around them, between them, and all sounds were muffled, and all were blind. And when it lifted, the Might was gone from their midst.

“Did anybody see if he transformed!?” shouted many.

But alas… nobody knew. And the Fog laughed. And the Voice beyond it almost seemed to chuckle as well.

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The Residents-
Aganzir- hangwoman
Eomer of the Rohirrim- gravedigger
Isabellkya- hen
Kath- milliner
Legate of Amon Lanc- lamp-maker/fiddler
mormegil- woodsman/carpenter
The Saucepan Man- traveling tinker

The Departed-
Nogrod, reticent lumberjack- Day 1 lynch victim (WEREWOLF)
Shastanis Althreduin, herbalist- Night 2 wolf slaughter (VILLAGER)
Valier, basket weaver- Day 2 lynch victim (HUNTER)[/COLOR]
Azaelia of Willowbottom, apprentice to Rikae- slain by Hunter on Day 2 (VILLAGER)
Nerwen, miller- found out on Day 3 (WEREWOLF)
Macalaure, jailer- outed on Day 4 (WEREWOLF)[/COLOR]
Boromir88, assistant to the apprentice to Rikae- taken by fog on Night 5 (RANGER)
Rikae, midwife/wise-woman- executed on Day 5 (WEREWOLF)
Farael, conspiracy theorist- surrendered to fog on Night 6 (SEER)
The Might- shepherd – went missing upon execution (UNKNOWN)

IT IS NOW NIGHT 6. YOU MAY NOT POST.