[The Perky Ent]

A false sense of security loomed over Fwedawick. Inside homes, the villagers were all dreaming about magical lands of far away. All the villagers, except one. There was a creaking sound on her roof that kept her awake. Slowly and consistantly it creaked, until it reached a great uproar. The house seemed to shake at its foundation at the sound. For a second, the villager thought she was dead, but then the creaking stopped.

She didn't know wether to get out of bed, or fall back asleep. Before she could think it over in her head, the decision was made for her. Her ceiling collapsed right in front of her, and she found three snarling snouts engaging closer.

When the sun arose, the villagers woke up and gathered at the center of the town. "Head count!" Rune said, as he counted the assembled villagers. One was missing from their numbers. "Who is missing" they were all asking, while panicking in circles. Abruptly, one shouted out "Look over there!" The villager was pointing to a pillar of smoke comming out of the woods. "Quickly!" one of the villagers shouted, as they all sprinted to the smoke.

What they found did not amuse the villagers. A house had been burned to the ground that night, nothing left but its foundation. "Look!" one shouted, as he pointed to what remained to the ceiling. It was none other than Kitanna, sitting on the rafters, a bottle of ale in her hands and a smile on her face. "Get her down! I must examine her!" Thinlómien said, as the villagers climbed up to fetch her body. There were no signs of scrates of markings. It appeared that Kitanna was perfect fine, apart from her being dead. "What caused her death?" one asked, as he looked around the body for wounds. "Why this is most strange," Thinlómien said, as she opened Kitanna's inanimate mouth. "It appears that she died....of alcohol poisoning." The village didn't know wether to be in shock, or laugh. "Al....alcohol poisoning? So what, the wolves just made her drink to her death?" one said. "It would seem so. It doesn't look like she suffered" Thinlómien said, taking the half-empty bottle from Kitanna's hand.

"But...if she died of Alcohol poisoning, why is the house on fire?" one asked, touching a piece of the burnt wood. "I think they lit the remaining alcohol and burned the house down!" another suggested. "Well, one thing's for sure: She won't need the insurance money"



NOTE: The names mentioned in this post do not mean anything as to their identities, with the exception of Kitanna

Dead

Glirdan (mod)- got a quill through the head on Night 1
WaynetheGoblin (Cobbler) - lynched by villagers on Day 1
Kitanna (ordo) - Died of Alcohol poisoning on Night 2

Alive
Bergil
Eonwe
Feanor of the Peredhil
Jack (aka Folwren)
Gurthang
Hiriel
Malkatoj
Rune Son of Bjarne
Sleepy Ranger
The Only Real Estel
Thinlomien

It is now Day. Wolves, stop PMing, Villagers, start lynching!