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Formendacil · 01-24-2006, 04:01 PM

Another day had passed. The last of the villagers were quiet and wary. They no longer trusted any of their companions. All that they wished to know was who was guilty. But no one, naturally, was exactly forthcoming in answering that question.

The votes for the day were tallied, each of the villagers stonily counting over each other's shoulders. Cailín had drawn the short straw.

"I won't put up a fuss," she said. "I must have done something to deserve this- unless you're ALL werewolves.

They went to the hanging tree.

"Erm... any last words?" asked Farael, uncomfortably conscious of some of the death speeches they had already heard.

"No, I don't think so," said Cailín. "I'm ready to go. This almost feels like a Numenorean release..."

"Then our apologies if you're innocent, and our hatred if you're not," said Naria, and soon Cailín hung from the tree- dead.

"Not a single sign of wolfishness," said Azaelia, drawing away from Farael and Malkatoj, as if one of them would eat her.

"This is getting frustrating," said Naria, irritably.

"Come on," said Malkatoj. "Let's all go to bed. By this time tomorrow, it should all be over."

DAY 8 is over, NIGHT 9 is begun. Please cease posting- not that you have done any of that for the last twelve hours...

Due to the number of villagers remaining, tomorrow will be the last day. Due to the lack of a Night therefollowing, and due to my annoying worklife, I'll probably let the day end slide for a few hours.

Werewolf, Hunter... the last night comes. Names please.

~Michael A. Joosten - WW XVI Moderator~

01-24-2006, 04:01 PM	#470
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	The Mod looks on the silent village.... Another day had passed. The last of the villagers were quiet and wary. They no longer trusted any of their companions. All that they wished to know was who was guilty. But no one, naturally, was exactly forthcoming in answering that question. The votes for the day were tallied, each of the villagers stonily counting over each other's shoulders. Cailín had drawn the short straw. "I won't put up a fuss," she said. "I must have done something to deserve this- unless you're ALL werewolves. They went to the hanging tree. "Erm... any last words?" asked Farael, uncomfortably conscious of some of the death speeches they had already heard. "No, I don't think so," said Cailín. "I'm ready to go. This almost feels like a Numenorean release..." "Then our apologies if you're innocent, and our hatred if you're not," said Naria, and soon Cailín hung from the tree- dead. "Not a single sign of wolfishness," said Azaelia, drawing away from Farael and Malkatoj, as if one of them would eat her. "This is getting frustrating," said Naria, irritably. "Come on," said Malkatoj. "Let's all go to bed. By this time tomorrow, it should all be over." DAY 8 is over, NIGHT 9 is begun. Please cease posting- not that you have done any of that for the last twelve hours... Due to the number of villagers remaining, tomorrow will be the last day. Due to the lack of a Night therefollowing, and due to my annoying worklife, I'll probably let the day end slide for a few hours. Werewolf, Hunter... the last night comes. Names please. ~Michael A. Joosten - WW XVI Moderator~ __________________ I prefer history, true or feigned.