[Feanor of the Peredhil]

It had simply been that kind of day. The villagers of Swankytown had been through it before... yesterday. Accusations flew through the air like uncalled-for and occasionally directionless pidgeons. The resident apothecary drew his customary amount of attention as he and the local mushroom harvester exhibited a fantastic display of tennis skills in the village common. It was met with many cheers and many comments of "what in the world is this accomplishing?" from the masses.

The flower-seller drew some notice for varied and sundry reasons. Perhaps it was her unnaturally good looks... perhaps it was the dead flowers that she had forgotten to remove from her plaited hair.

The zookeeper was closely watched... That may have been due to the way his facial features seemed to reflect his animal charges. His beady eyes brought to mind a rat; his blunt nose a Fordim-Warg, more commonly referred to as "pug". The greenish tinge to his skin may have been from one too many swims in the zoo's frog pond, but there had been a rumor about the village some years back that his family simply had a well-hushed strain of iguana blood. It would certainly explain those mysterious scales...

The tailor and the blacksmith also warrented some curiousity.

The mayor watched this all worriedly. He was running for re-election, of course, and all of his citizens were accumulating votes! He needed not to worry however, for when the votes poured in, the majority went to none other than himself. Alcarillo had won the day's event... in a depressing sort of way.

He steeled himself, mentally composing a speech. "And I will pass my title gracefully to Alice..." No, he thought. What about "And so I pass into history...." No, too presumptuous. The villagers heard his muttering as they hoisted him to their shoulders and carried him down the road. I always wanted to crowd surf... he thought absently. He pulled a small yellow legal pad from his anachronistic pocket and a pen from his jacket. "It has been an honor to..." No, it simply does not work for the occasion. I knew I should have hired a secretary.

The group had began to chant. He listened proudly, admiring his village's quick thinking creativity. "Kill the may-or! Kill the may-or!" they chanted, carrying him none too gently. Alcarillo began to fret. How would he ever go town in history as the greatest mayor Swankytown had ever seen if he could not compose an appropriate farewell speech to his lynch mob voters? I can do this. he thought. I didn't beat out so many other runners in the last Swankytown election extravaganza for nothing!

They had reached the recently fallen gallows. Torches were lit, as the sky had began to darken as Alcarillo's death was finalized. He was deposited with a thunk onto the muddy ground. A pitchfork found it's way into a villager's hands. It was pointed at the mayor. "We have decided to relieve you of your position, Mayor Alcariwolfo!" He began to stand to give his half composed speech and was forced to the ground. "Grovel." commanded the villagers.

"A true leader never negotiates with terrorists." he stated mayorly. This was not, of course, the reaction that the village had expected, so they stabbed him in the foot with the gardening implement. He jumped and swore. "I must tell you, my dear people, that you are making a terrible mistake. I don't suppose you could rethink this? I assure you that I would make a far better mayor next term than Alice..." They ignored this and with the spirit of all those who have ever wanted to unduly punish a politician for attempting to do his job, the villagers jumped Alcarillo. Within moments, his body was lifeless. He had not transformed. He had not sent a quick message to his counterpart, he had not made a last moment plea that his dreams be heard. He did not howl at the moon, or transform to bear in the now appearing moonlight.

Alcarillo had been nothing but an ordinary villager. The people nearly panicked when they realized that they had another night of double death to look forward to.

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Dead:

Bergil (ordinary villager)
TGWBS (Hunter)
Kitanna (Cobbler)
SamwiseGamgee (Ordinary Villager)
Alcarillo (Ordinary Villager)

Alive:

Azaelia of Willowbottom
Cailín
Durelin
Folwren
Gil-Galad
Glirdan
Holbytlass
Kath
Meneltarmacil
mormegil
Nilpaurion Felagund
Saucepan Man
Shelob
the phantom
WaynetheGoblin
wilwarin538

NIGHT time players please send your applicable PMs to Encaitare. She resumes Moddess Goddess duties now. DAY time players, quit your tomfoolery.

My apologies for the lateness of the death.