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The village of Seekhaven Island was established over 100 years ago. It was a place of peace, harmony and a simpler life than the hustle and bustle of mainland towns.
It was prosperous in its own right. With plenty of resources to keep all the trades busy and rich soil that yielded hardwood trees and grains and produce form the communal fields. All this was traded amongst themselves and sold to the towns. Commerce was alive and well, but the barge would not come for another month.
All day the villagers came to the Inn and debated long and hard on who would do such an atrocity. All were at a loss as to who, but time waits for no one and winter was coming. So all came and went as much as they could for daily chores needed to be done.
"Some semblence of normalcy must be maintained," one sagely said.
And the others agreed if only for a chance to to escape the hot debates so they could hear themselves think.
But all too soon, the sun grew large and very orange as it cast long shadows of haystacks and piles of pumpkins. Most came back to the Inn to do the unthinkable, vote for someone's death.
At long last, the tally had been counted and Gil-Galad Gonzalo the Llama Paladin Conqueror of Distant Lands was to be executed.
"I'm innocent! I did no such thing!" he cried, but to no avail. A couple of the men grabbed him and hog-tied him for good measure.
"Now what are we going to do?" was the cry. Afterall, nothing like this had ever happened. So they all wracked their brains for werewolf lore and someone finally remembered something about silver.
The silversmith and the blacksmith were called upon. "Blacksmith, take your arrows and go with the silversmith and dip the tips in silver."
As this was done, Gil-Galad was then dragged out and tied to a tree.
Those who voted for him took up bows and in 'firing squad' fashion shot Gil dead.
And dead he stayed.
Instant remorse filled everyone but something had to be done tonight.
"We should all sleep in the Inn," someone suggested.
"Yes, safety in number." some cried.
"No, easy pickings." others cried.
To each their own. Night had come all went to bed.
~Wolves may start P.M.
Names form wolves, seer, ranger, hunter
ordinary:11
wolves:3
dead
Holby(mod-pigeon girl) clawed from wolves night 1
Gil-Galad(Ordinary)shot by firing squad day1
living
Morm
Perky Ent
Formendacil
Wilwarin
Saucepan Man
Eomer
Shelob
Arcticstorm
Alcarillo
Abercrombie
Marcolie
Azaelia
Boromir
Cailin
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