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Encaitare · 09-07-2005, 05:52 PM

The villagers gathered once again in the square, feeling chills going down their spines that came from more than the briskness of the early morning -- for two of their friends were not present.

With jaded expressions, they made their way to Mormegil's home. It was nearly the largest in the village, second only to that of the late mayor, although they probably would not have impressed a city dweller overmuch. Yet the villagers stood in Mormegil's parlor, wondering where to look first.

"Maybe we should split up into groups to make it go faster. He's got to be around here somewhere," someone suggested grimly. But suddenly, there came a shriek from Azaelia.*

"I just felt rain!" she cried.

"We're inside, Zali," a villager said kindly, no doubt thinking that the poor girl's mind was being affected by recent events. "There it is again!" Azaelia insisted. She put a hand to her head anyway, and her fingers came away red and sticky.

In trepidation, the villagers looked up. Only a few feet over their heads was Mormegil, hung from the broken chandelier by a golden chain, much like the ones he had shown them with his anti-wolf charms. And indeed, there was a charm as well: a large heart-shaped one where his real heart ought to be.

"I knew those charms were fakes," someone complained, just as the chain snapped and morm's body came crashing to the floor. Everyone shouted and jumped back. They tried to avoid looking at the body, but a bit of white poking out of his pocket caught their eyes. It turned out that mormegil had letters in his pocket addressed to "my dear friend". Clearly morm had been corresponding with someone -- but who?

With yet another mystery upon them, the villagers trudged to the phantom's home, for he was the other who was absent. They knew they would find only a corpse inside his house, and so they tried to walk in with brave faces. But being only human (for the most part, anyway), they were again greatly shocked.

The phantom was laid on his bed as though he were a sick patient. But his abdomen was torn open and stuffed with herbs and spices so pungent that it made the villagers' senses reel -- though it was doubtless better than the stench of blood and decay that had greeted them in other cases. Upon closer inspection, they saw that the phantom's eyes had been removed and replaced with small poultices labeled "Chinchona bark."

"Too much of that can cause blindness... and death," said the Saucepan Man*, who had done business with the phantom on several occasions and knew of such matters.

"He was our Seer!" the villagers realized, eyes widening in shock. More frightened than ever, they returned to debate in the square. The wolves exchanged sly sidelong glances, and the bear laughed inside. They could scarcely contain themselves, so thrilled were they by their own cleverness.

*Remember that references to anyone aside from the deceased have no deeper meaning -- there are no hints to people's roles, of course!

Living:

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

The Deceased:

Encaitare (Moderator) - Stuck full of quills by Wolves on NIGHT 1
Llama (Mammal) - Mauled into oblivion by Black Beorning on NIGHT 1
Bergil (Ordinary Villager) - Crushed under the gallows on DAY 1
SamwiseGamgee (Ordinary Villager) – Killed by Hunter on NIGHT 2
TGWBS (Hunter) – Impaled by Wolves on NIGHT 2
Kitanna (Cobbler) – Given a TV closeup by Black Beorning on NIGHT 2
Alcarillo (Ordinary Villager) - Dismembered by villagers on DAY 2
Mormegil (Shirriff) - Charmed by Black Beorning on NIGHT 3
The Phantom (Seer) - Rendered blind by Wolves on NIGHT 3

It is now DAY 3. Wolves, stop PMing.

(Sorry this is a few minutes late; it took me longer than expected to write.)

09-07-2005, 05:52 PM	#184
Encaitare Bittersweet Symphony Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: On the jolly starship Enterprise Posts: 1,814	DAY 3 begins... The villagers gathered once again in the square, feeling chills going down their spines that came from more than the briskness of the early morning -- for two of their friends were not present. With jaded expressions, they made their way to Mormegil's home. It was nearly the largest in the village, second only to that of the late mayor, although they probably would not have impressed a city dweller overmuch. Yet the villagers stood in Mormegil's parlor, wondering where to look first. "Maybe we should split up into groups to make it go faster. He's got to be around here somewhere," someone suggested grimly. But suddenly, there came a shriek from Azaelia.* "I just felt rain!" she cried. "We're inside, Zali," a villager said kindly, no doubt thinking that the poor girl's mind was being affected by recent events. "There it is again!" Azaelia insisted. She put a hand to her head anyway, and her fingers came away red and sticky. In trepidation, the villagers looked up. Only a few feet over their heads was Mormegil, hung from the broken chandelier by a golden chain, much like the ones he had shown them with his anti-wolf charms. And indeed, there was a charm as well: a large heart-shaped one where his real heart ought to be. "I knew those charms were fakes," someone complained, just as the chain snapped and morm's body came crashing to the floor. Everyone shouted and jumped back. They tried to avoid looking at the body, but a bit of white poking out of his pocket caught their eyes. It turned out that mormegil had letters in his pocket addressed to "my dear friend". Clearly morm had been corresponding with someone -- but who? With yet another mystery upon them, the villagers trudged to the phantom's home, for he was the other who was absent. They knew they would find only a corpse inside his house, and so they tried to walk in with brave faces. But being only human (for the most part, anyway), they were again greatly shocked. The phantom was laid on his bed as though he were a sick patient. But his abdomen was torn open and stuffed with herbs and spices so pungent that it made the villagers' senses reel -- though it was doubtless better than the stench of blood and decay that had greeted them in other cases. Upon closer inspection, they saw that the phantom's eyes had been removed and replaced with small poultices labeled "Chinchona bark." "Too much of that can cause blindness... and death," said the Saucepan Man, who had done business with the phantom on several occasions and knew of such matters. "He was our Seer!" the villagers realized, eyes widening in shock. More frightened than ever, they returned to debate in the square. The wolves exchanged sly sidelong glances, and the bear laughed inside. They could scarcely contain themselves, so thrilled were they by their own cleverness. Remember that references to anyone aside from the deceased have no deeper meaning -- there are no hints to people's roles, of course! Living: Folwren Shelob Holbytlass Meneltarmacil WaynetheGoblin wilwarin538 Durelin Saucepan Man Kath Azaelia of Willowbottom Cailín Nilpaurion Felagund Gil-Galad Glirdan The Deceased: Encaitare (Moderator) - Stuck full of quills by Wolves on NIGHT 1 Llama (Mammal) - Mauled into oblivion by Black Beorning on NIGHT 1 Bergil (Ordinary Villager) - Crushed under the gallows on DAY 1 SamwiseGamgee (Ordinary Villager) – Killed by Hunter on NIGHT 2 TGWBS (Hunter) – Impaled by Wolves on NIGHT 2 Kitanna (Cobbler) – Given a TV closeup by Black Beorning on NIGHT 2 Alcarillo (Ordinary Villager) - Dismembered by villagers on DAY 2 Mormegil (Shirriff) - Charmed by Black Beorning on NIGHT 3 The Phantom (Seer) - Rendered blind by Wolves on NIGHT 3 It is now DAY 3. Wolves, stop PMing. (Sorry this is a few minutes late; it took me longer than expected to write.)