There was a great sense of accomplishment in the village today. Everyone had prepared for the emergence of a wolf today, since they had been fully convinced that Malkatoj was indeed the wolf. The villagers had seen their members die from quills, alcohol, instruments, peaches, and other horrible means. They would not tolerate failure. Slowly, they gathered
Malkatoj had been bound and gagged, leaving no means for any defense. The villagers were a little uneasy by the fact that no wolf had tried to defend themself at this point, but continued to pick up the supposed-wolf, and pull her off to the pond. When they arrived, Malkatoj was calm, no sign of fear in her face. In fact, Malkatoj was the only villager at that moment that was not worrying, the others pondering in their head why a fencer wouldn't defend themselves. But, what had to be done would be done, and so they dropped her right in front of the pond.
"Malkatoj, for inexcusable crimes of serial murder, slanderous lies, and masquerading around as one of us, you are to be executed in the most humane manner imaginable: Fed to the piranha’s in the Pond of Twingeness! Have you any last words before you are executed, foul lupine?”
Malkatoj was ungagged, though she was still bound and closely guarded with axes and bows. “Just one” Malkatoj said, as a eerie calm grew over the crowd. After a minute of having her eyes closed, there was a loud roar from the crowd “Well!?! Common then! What is it?” Malkatoj opened her eyes slowly, staring at the villager. “Run”
A grey mist came instantly out of the west, as Malkatoj twisted around violently. The bindings snapped, and Malkatoj stood up at her full height, her tail brushing between her feet. At once, she pounced for the nearest villager, but before anyone could speak a word, three bows twanged and Malkatoj fell dead.
To the dismay of those that stood by, about the body of Malkatoj the eerie mist gathered. It rose slowly to a great height like smoke from a fire, as a pale shrouded figure it loomed over the pond. For a moment it wavered, looking to the West; but out of the West came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing.
“Here us now, werewolf! You are alone, and may no longer take council with your kind! Your end is near at hand!” they said, as they grabbed Malkatoj’s inanimate corpse, and threw it to the piranha’s, where it disappeared in seconds. Watching grimly, the people took their last look at the dead wolf, and then to each other, and then slowly departed to the sanctuary of their beds.
Dead
Glirdan (mod) - got a quill throught the head on Night 1
Wayne (Cobbler) - lynched by villagers on Day 1
Kitanna (ordinary villager) - Died of Alchool poisoning on Night 2
Bergil (Wolf) - stabbed with silver blade on Day 2
Gurthang (ordinary villager) - beaten to death by his own instruments on Day 3
The Only Real Estel (Seer) - eyes gouged out and replaced with peaches on Night 4
Malkatoj (Wolf) – Shot by arrows and dissolved into nothing on Day 5
Alive
Eonwe
Feanor of the Peredhil
Jack (aka Folwren)
Hiriel
Rune Son of Bjarne
Sleepy Ranger
Thinlomien
Wolf: Think wisely on your choice tonight. Ranger and Hunter, do what must be done. There should be no more chatter from the villagers, as it is Night 5!
PS: Hope you liked my little tribute to The Scouring of the Shire
