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The weather had turned brutal just as the villagers had dispersed for the night. The rain poured down with a pronounced rat-a-tat as the thunder provided a heavy downbeat. Above all, faintly, the sounds of a ghostly lute rose from the village well in a tune that, should circumstances be different, could have been conceived as a lively one, and good for dancing. However nobody noticed, because nearly all of the villagers were lying safely in their beds, pretending to be asleep.
Three who pretended to be villagers were quite safe, but were not in beds, and were not asleep. One villager lay quite safely in bed, and was asleep. The dark form lurking near that villager's door was neither in bed, asleep, nor safe.
The figure prowled the edges of the house, taking in every sight. The windows had been barred, the doors were locked. The villager inside was safe. She dared not to rest, but continued her rounds, kept company only by the lightening dancing on the horizen to the tune of the ghostly lute and the long sword in her hand. That and the sound of heavy breathing from above.
"No," she cried, all together too late to stop them. The wolves dropped from the roof top to surround her. Their fangs shone in the flickering light of the storm. "You cannot take this villager!" the Ranger yelled fiercely. The least expected sound met her ears. Laughter.
"Kath, darling... who said we wanted the one that you guard?" With that, the wolves attacked. Her sword flashed through the night like a silver butterfly, catching one of the wolves in the arm. The cut healed instantly. She dropped her sword, reaching for her spear. It was wrestled from her grip and she was thrown to the ground. Her long knives met a similar fate, and her bow and arrows never made it to her hands. Though her chosen villager was still safe, Kath had died a lonely, and yet rather interesting and heroic, death. And though it was a rather loud occurence, none of the rest of the villagers heard, seeing as how they were all safely in bed, pretending to be asleep.
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DAY has now begun. Werewolves, no more PMing. Sherriffs, PM all you want.
All of last NIGHT's duties were performed flawlessly, including dreams requested and granted by both of the village's Seers.
Villagers Dead:
Eomer (villager): pushed into a well on DAY 1
Kath (Ranger): killed three-on-one by wolves while guarding someone
Villagers Alive:
Firefoot
Gil-Galad
Holby
Lhuna
LMP
Mormegil
Nilp
Oromin
Saurreg
TGWBS
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