[the guy who be short]

The villagers woke up, fearing the worst. Who would be taken this night? What terrible vengeance would the remaining werewolf exact?

Anguirel, the brehon, was missing from the village square. The rabble of villagers that still lived walked to his home, on the outskirts of the small village. He lived in a small shack near the woods, though he often left and wandered through them to commune with bears and the like. Hopefully he was simply away...

The villagers pushed open the door to the shack. Theatrically, it creaked ominously before slowly admitting them into the brehon’s abode.

The townspeople at the back of the crowd pushed those at the front in reluctantly. The reluctance was due to the fact that those at the front could actually see the inside of the hut, which requires a short narrative for the reader to fully appreciate it.

Huts, as we all know, are generally on the small side. This shack contained the one, standard room, and was sparsely furnished according to regulations; the only furniture being a small, wobbly wooden table. This was in the middle of the room.

On top of the table was a head. Anguirel’s head to be exact. It looked woefully up at them, though how it managed this without any eyes was a bit of a puzzle. The long hair was matted with blood, and the head was roughly severed at the neck.

This brings us to the question of where the rest of the body was, which is quite an interesting one really.

An arm was directly in front of the doorway, in a large pool of blood. There was part of a leg – was it a thigh? – underneath the table, in a pool of blood. That squelchy thing by the far wall looked like a liver. It was in a pool of blood. Oh, look, there was the other arm in the middle of the room. It was in a pool of some suspiciously bloody looking red liquid.

Various detached parts of Anguirel’s body were spread around the floor like some sort of horrendous jigsaw puzzle. As well as the small pools of blood these dominated, there were quite a few free-standing puddles of blood dispersed around the room. Oh, and the walls, don’t forget the walls, they were splattered too. With blood, incase you hadn't guessed.

So you can now understand the reluctance to step inside the shack.

The werewolf had presumably eaten Anguirel’s eyes (the only part of his body not littering the floor, excluding the tête-sur-la-table of course), and the various, now-blood-stained crystals and charms around the place now certified what most of them had already guessed. Anguirel was their Seer, and now he was dead.

A closer look around the room revealed something else startling. There were no frogs. None at all.

Now the wolf was serious.

Living:

Celuien
Evisse the Blue
Feanor of the Peredhil
Firefoot
Lalaith
littlemanpoet
Saurreg

Dead:

the guy who be short (Villager) - partially consumer by werewolves on NIGHT 1.
Kath (Ranger) - lynched by villagers on DAY 1.
Azaelia of Willowbottom (Villager) - turned into a pincushion on NIGHT 2.
Oddwen (Villager) - lynched with kitchen utensils on DAY 2.
Eomer of the Rohirrim (Villager) - lynched and drowned on DAY 2.
the phantom (Shirriff) - poisoned himself on NIGHT 3.
Nilpaurion Felagund (Villager) - pitchforked to death on DAY 3.
Esgallhugwen (Werewolf) - probably choked on a tree-frog on DAY 3.
dancing spawn of ungoliant (Villager) - definitely choked on a tree-frog on NIGHT 4.
Hookbill the Goomba (Werewolf) - Stoned to death on DAY 4.
Anguirel (Seer) - Ripped apart by werewolf on NIGHT 5.

Score:

Werewolves: 1
Villagers: 6

It is now DAY. DAY will end in 24 hours at 1:30pm BST, 8:30am EDT, 7:30am CDT, or earlier if a majority is reached before then.