[Formendacil]

The sun was rising again over the village that would someday be known as Dol-in-Gaurhoth. The villagers, over-confident from the Werewolves' lack of success the night before, rose expecting to find things as they had the morning before.

But such was not to be the case...

As the villagers gathered in the village square, and casually took their morning head count, they soon realised that one of their number was missing. After some frantic checking to see who was there, and who wasn't, it soon became apparent that the Werewolves had taken Valier from their midst.

Together, the villagers made their way to Valier's home, but there was no sign of her there, dead or alive. There was, however, signs of an attempted flight from the village. Clothes were scattered on the floor, cupboards were thrown open, there was hardly any food to be found, and things were in total disarray.

"Here's all the stuff she was planning to take," said Farael, after a bit of searching. He held up a sack of food, clothing, and other essentials, apparently abandoned by her back door.

"Let's check out the brewery," said Lhunardawen. "It's rather apparent that she isn't here."

"Why would she go to the brewery if she was planning to flee?" asked Gurthang.

"I don't know," said Lhuna, "maybe she needed something from there. It's not like she would have left the village without this sack. It's leagues from any other settlement."

"She may have wanted some of her brewing equipment, or maybe some ale for the journey," suggested Cailin.

And so the villagers made their way to the brewery, and found to their startlement that the door was ajar. Cautiously, they made their way in. It was not long before they found Valier's body, sunk at the bottom of a vat of ale. Once again, the Werewolves had left them a message.

Stubborn little buggers, aren't you, Men of the West?

Well, no matter. Yet another of your number is down. And another soon will be. Your chances of finding us seem not to improve. You really ought to leave while you still can. Rhovanion WILL be ours.

The Werewolves in Your Midst.

P.S. Try the new brew, it's deliciously zesty!

"Eeww!!!" said The Guy Who Be Short. "That is just plain sick. At least she died INNOCENT."

"I wonder why the Wolves would have killed Valier," mused Kuruharan. "Let's think back over who she accused, and see if we can find a pattern."

"Or maybe they just killed her to throw us off by making us think that," said Gurthang. "You're too smart for your own good, Master Dwarf!"

And so began yet another day of debate...


Night 4 is over, Day 4 is begun.

You may begin posting.

Those alive:

Meneltarmacil - Creepy Guy on the Edge of Town
Cailin - Noble Kleptomaniac
Azaelia - Town Drunk
Farael - Worm Hunter
TGWBS - Hat Maker
Rune – Misplaced Hobbit Peace Activist
Alcarillo - Moneylender
Lhunardawen - Potion-Pizza Person
Gurthang - Rancher
Amanaduial - Northman Travel Guide
Naria - Store Proprietor
Kuruharan - Dwarven Alcohol and Weapons Merchant
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
Garin - Horse Loaner - Werewolf - Killed by Vilager, Day 2
Eluchil - Mild-Mannered Innkeeper - Ordo - Killed "Accidentally" by Werewolf, Day 2
NIGHT 3 - NO DEATH
Nilpaurion Felagund - Suspicious Carnivore - Ordo - Lynched by Village, Day 3
Valier - Brewmaster - Ordo - Killed by Werewolves, Night 4