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Formendacil · 01-11-2006, 04:05 PM

The day after Gil-galad’s lynching dawned cold and bright. Perfect weather for a day of accusational oratory. But one villager did not awake with the rest of the village to hunt Formendacil’s killers…

Kath had always dwelt on the edge of town, in one of the more ramshackle dwellings. Some said this had to do with the smell. Being a gongfarmer was never a pleasant job.

When Kath didn’t appear, Kuruharan the arms merchant, Gurthang the tough rancher, and Amanaduial the archer travel guide banded together and carefully made their way to the stinky house on the edge of town. The rest of the village, not so bold, held back watching, despite the fact that all their number was present and no one missing (other than Kath) who could be a Werewolf.

With one blow of his Dwarven fist, Kuruharan sent Kath’s door flying. The three warriors peered in cautiously, then jumped back, startled, at the sight that met their eyes. The mangled body of Kath was lying facedown in her own dirt floor.

Slowly, the villagers got over their shock, and entered the building, searching for clues of the attackers.

“They got her without a struggle,” said Meneltarmacil, surveying the scene. “Not a weapon or piece of wolf anywhere.”

“They’ve left us another message,” said Cailín, catching sight of another parchment. She read it aloud to the others:

Are all Men of the West as stupid as you?

You didn’t come near to catching us yesterday, and you won’t today. Yet another of your number is dead, and if you don’t leave by sundown, another shall be taken tonight.

Leave Rhovanion or die!

And it was signed,

The Werewolves in your midst

“Hey, does anyone besides me notice something?” asked Rune.

“What?” said The Guy Who Be Short.

“There’s an awful lot of shoes in here,” said Rune, and looking around, the others realised that it was so. Pairs upon pairs of shoes littered the floor, as well as scrap leather and tools for cutting and fitting shoes.

“So Kath was a COBBLER in her spare time,” said Lhuna. “What a sad hobby! We should have spent more time with her.”

“Mmm… peach cobbler,” Nilpaurion smacked his lips.

“Stop it, Nilp,” said Meneltarmacil. “You’re a carnivore, remember?”

“That’s why she didn’t put up a struggle!” said Malkatoj. “She WANTED to die. And with a job like gongfarmering, and a hobby like shoemaking… She was probably trying to HELP the wolves.”

“Shoemaking,” shivered Rune, who always went about barefooted, for some reason. “What a perverted hobby!”

“Perverted?” said Amanaduial. “In what way? If you ask me, Master Peace Person, you’re as much as confusion as she was. Maybe YOU’re a werewolf!”

And so began the second day of debating in Dol-in-Gaurhoth.

Those alive:

Meneltarmacil - Creepy Guy on the Edge of Town
Cailin - Noble Kleptomaniac
Azaelia - Town Drunk
Farael - Worm Hunter
TGWBS - Hat Maker
Garin - Horse Loaner
Rune – Misplaced Hobbit Peace Activist
Valier - Brewmaster
Alcarillo - Moneylender
Lhunardawen - Potion-Pizza Person
Gurthang - Rancher
Amanaduial - Northman Travel Guide
Naria - Store Proprietor
Nilpaurion Felagund - Suspicious Carnivore
Kuruharan - Dwarven Alcohol and Weapons Merchant
Eluchil - Mild-Mannered Innkeeper
Malkatoj – Philosophy Professor

Those dead:

Formendacil - Moderator - Killed by Werewolves, Night 1
Gil-Galad - Shrubber - Ordo - Lynched by Village, Day 1
Kath - Gongfarmer - Cobbler - Killed by Werewolves, Night 2

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01-11-2006, 04:05 PM	#18
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	The day after Gil-galad’s lynching dawned cold and bright. Perfect weather for a day of accusational oratory. But one villager did not awake with the rest of the village to hunt Formendacil’s killers… Kath had always dwelt on the edge of town, in one of the more ramshackle dwellings. Some said this had to do with the smell. Being a gongfarmer was never a pleasant job. When Kath didn’t appear, Kuruharan the arms merchant, Gurthang the tough rancher, and Amanaduial the archer travel guide banded together and carefully made their way to the stinky house on the edge of town. The rest of the village, not so bold, held back watching, despite the fact that all their number was present and no one missing (other than Kath) who could be a Werewolf. With one blow of his Dwarven fist, Kuruharan sent Kath’s door flying. The three warriors peered in cautiously, then jumped back, startled, at the sight that met their eyes. The mangled body of Kath was lying facedown in her own dirt floor. Slowly, the villagers got over their shock, and entered the building, searching for clues of the attackers. “They got her without a struggle,” said Meneltarmacil, surveying the scene. “Not a weapon or piece of wolf anywhere.” “They’ve left us another message,” said Cailín, catching sight of another parchment. She read it aloud to the others: Are all Men of the West as stupid as you? You didn’t come near to catching us yesterday, and you won’t today. Yet another of your number is dead, and if you don’t leave by sundown, another shall be taken tonight. Leave Rhovanion or die! And it was signed, The Werewolves in your midst “Hey, does anyone besides me notice something?” asked Rune. “What?” said The Guy Who Be Short. “There’s an awful lot of shoes in here,” said Rune, and looking around, the others realised that it was so. Pairs upon pairs of shoes littered the floor, as well as scrap leather and tools for cutting and fitting shoes. “So Kath was a COBBLER in her spare time,” said Lhuna. “What a sad hobby! We should have spent more time with her.” “Mmm… peach cobbler,” Nilpaurion smacked his lips. “Stop it, Nilp,” said Meneltarmacil. “You’re a carnivore, remember?” “That’s why she didn’t put up a struggle!” said Malkatoj. “She WANTED to die. And with a job like gongfarmering, and a hobby like shoemaking… She was probably trying to HELP the wolves.” “Shoemaking,” shivered Rune, who always went about barefooted, for some reason. “What a perverted hobby!” “Perverted?” said Amanaduial. “In what way? If you ask me, Master Peace Person, you’re as much as confusion as she was. Maybe YOU’re a werewolf!” And so began the second day of debating in Dol-in-Gaurhoth. Those alive: Meneltarmacil - Creepy Guy on the Edge of Town Cailin - Noble Kleptomaniac Azaelia - Town Drunk Farael - Worm Hunter TGWBS - Hat Maker Garin - Horse Loaner Rune – Misplaced Hobbit Peace Activist Valier - Brewmaster Alcarillo - Moneylender Lhunardawen - Potion-Pizza Person Gurthang - Rancher Amanaduial - Northman Travel Guide Naria - Store Proprietor Nilpaurion Felagund - Suspicious Carnivore Kuruharan - Dwarven Alcohol and Weapons Merchant Eluchil - Mild-Mannered Innkeeper Malkatoj – Philosophy Professor Those dead: Formendacil - Moderator - Killed by Werewolves, Night 1 Gil-Galad - Shrubber - Ordo - Lynched by Village, Day 1 Kath - Gongfarmer - Cobbler - Killed by Werewolves, Night 2 You may begin posting. __________________ I prefer history, true or feigned.