Around dinner time, the villagers gathered in the tavern.
Firefoot and
Lhuna walked in with a bowl containing some strange sort of liquid. They also were carrying a large rotten board. After everyone else had arrived,
Mister Underhill staggered in carrying a large stone figure.
"So, did anyone have any luck with their project?"
"Well," said
Firefoot, "I had some luck.
Lhuna, the healer, helped me a bit. We found a book that said if you drop a hair from someone's arm in a brew of dandelion milk, apple juice, and shredded wolf's bane, and then pour it over a rotten board, words will appear on the board revealing any genetic secrets about the person you took the hair from."
"Wow! That's great!"
"Yeah! I say we try it- right now!"
"Woah, everyone- I don't have enough ingredients to go trying it on everyone. Dandelions aren't in season right now, and I only have twelve in my store- just enough for one bowl of the stuff."
"Well, if that's the case," said
mormegil, "Then we need to first decide who our main suspect is and try the stuff on them to see if we should go ahead and lynch them."
"Well, hold on a minute there!" cut in
Boromir. "First let's find out what sort of success
Formendacil and
Underhill had with their projects."
Formendacil slumped down in his chair. "I analyzed every toilet in town, and I couldn't find any unusual droppings. Apparently, when wolves are in their human form all of their functions are completely human."
"How about you,
Underhill?" asked
Fea, staring at the large stone figure he had carried into the tavern. The stone was carved in the shape of a man sitting cross-legged with his hands resting in his lap.
"I think making the type of watch stone that I promised earlier is a bit beyond my skill," replied
Mister Underhill.
"So, you don't think that there watch stone will come to life to fight wolves and yell out an alert?" questioned
Enca.
"No."
"Then what does it do?"
"Well... this is kind of embarrassing, but... whenever someone nearby says 'Werewolf'..."
Suddenly the watch stone stood up and began the most ridiculous dance.
Mister Underhill covered his face. Then the stone started yodeling. Everyone in the room covered their ears and began filing out of the door, but as soon as it had started, it stopped. The figure closed its mouth and sat down.
"So," said
the guy who be short, "Your figure there doesn't fight Wer-, umm, I mean wolves, it just sings and dances when someone says it?"
"Says what?"
"You know- it."
"Aahh- he said the word!" cried a passing Knight Who Says Ni.
"Well, it looks like
Firefoot's serum is the only thing we have to work with," said
Esty. "Oh well. So- who should we test it on?"
Several names were said, but more people said
Formendacil than any other name.
"All right then,
Formendacil, come over here and sit by me so I can take one of your hairs," said
Lhuna.
Formendacil looked none to pleased, but he complied.
After
Lhuna and
Firefoot had taken the hair and mixed it with the brew,
Lhuna grabbed the rotten board and set it on the table.
Firefoot poured the contents of the bowl onto the board.
"Okay- let's see if it reveals
Formendacil's genetics like it said."
As the astonished villagers looked on, words began to appear on the wood.
"They're really faint! Can anyone make out what they say?!"
"I think I can!" cried
Fea, who had very sharp eyes. "It says 'If you look closely at Formendacil, you will find micro elf dna'."
"What?"
"I'm not elvish," said
Formendacil.
"Are you sure?"
"Um, do I look like I have elvish blood?" asked the very homely gong farmer.
"I suppose not."
Everyone sighed.
"So, the brew is worthless! It didn't tell us anything!" complained
Boromir.
"Wait!" cried
Fea, "More words are appearing!"
This time, everyone could read the words- "PS- he's also a wolf".
"KILL HIM!!!" yelled
Boromir. All of the villagers grabbed the closest heavy object they could find.
Formendacil jumped onto the table and snarled at the villagers. He had been found out, but he was determined to either escape or take one of the villagers with him. His body quickly changed into its wolf form.
"Touch me and your healer is dead!" growled
Formendacil as he plucked
Lhunardawen from her seat and held her high above his head. But the villagers did not heed his words. They rushed him from all sides, swinging chairs, knives, candlesticks, and other various items.
Formendacil howled in pain as a knife pierced his foot. He kicked out at the villagers and flung
Lhuna across the room. Her neck snapped as she hit the wall head first.
"I'll kill you all!" yelled
Formendacil as he leaped off the table onto
morm and
Fea, knocking them to the floor. As he raised his hands to strike them,
Boromir jumped at him from behind and drove his long dagger into
Formendacil's skull.
The werewolf fell to the floor with a thud.
"HA!" shouted
Boromir, "I finally got him!! I TOLD you he was a Werewolf!"
Fea and
Enca hugged.
TGWBS high fived
Esty.
Mister Underhill's watch stone danced and yodeled.
Living-
- mormegil (messenger)
- the guy who be short (dwarf)
- Encaitare (jewel smith)
- Boromir88 (insulting man from Dor-Lomin)
- Firefoot (naturalist/herbalist)
- Feanor of the Peredhil (tavern wench)
- Estelyn Telcontar (seamstress)
- Mister Underhill (itinerant drúadan watch-stone maker)
Dead-
- the phantom (Moderator- captured by Sauron and slain by wolves on Night 1)
- Anguirel (Ordinary- beaten to death by villagers on Day 1)
- Eomer of the Rohirrim (Hunter- died bravely battling wolves on Night 2)
- Cailin (Werewolf- slain by Hunter on Night 2)
- Shelob (Ordinary- beheaded on Day 2)
- littlemanpoet (Ranger- ambushed by wolves on Night 3)
- Lhunardawen (Ordinary- killed by Werewolf on Day 3)
- Formendacil (Werewolf- taken down by villagers on Day 3)
Score: Villagers- 7, Werewolves- 1
It is now night. If you post on this thread during the night I will kill you.
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