Squelching through the misty moisty bog, intermittenly wafting up hot reeky air. Searching, searching, but what is lost? Have to keep looking. Feet sticking, arms reaching for stunted trees to pull free. Gagging on the rotten heat blown on the face. A figure ahead shrouded in mist, with head turned back.
Jerking awake from the dream, the villager felt the hot reeky breath of the wolves standing over them. "It's.......!" But whatever 'it' is was never heard.
Morning came again, the wind biting cold. The villagers made their way past the Inn, through the cemetary, along the river to the easterly side of the island to the home of the missing villager.
There was no need to search. In the front lawn was a large wooden tub filled with water and apples, a figure kneeling into it, no doubt drowned. As the villagers pulled the body gently out, the head lolled back with eyes missing.
villagers:7
wolves:3
dead
Holby(mod) clawed from wolves night 1
Gil-Galad(Ordinary)shot by firing squad day1
Shelob(ordinary)killed by wolves jack-o-lantern style night2
The Perky Ent(ranger)executed by his sword day2
cursed villager transformed on night3
Eomer of the Rohirrim(wolf)whacked by lumberjack's axe day3
Cailin(seer)drowned bobbing for apples with eyes ripped out night 4
living
Morm
Formendacil
Wilwarin
Saucepan Man
Arcticstorm
Alcarillo
Abercrombie
Marcolie
Azaelia
Boromir
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Holby is an actual flesh-and-blood person, right? Not, say a sock-puppet of Nilp’s, by any chance? ~Nerwen, WWCIII
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