Talk about the pot boiling over. Most of the day it looked like the villagers were just going to let it all go and have it be every man for himself. But the decision was made, thanks to the dreams of one villager, that Roa_Aoife was a werewolf. They were absolutely positive this time.
The lobbyist tried to defend herself. She kept calling for the others to “fight the power” and not lynch her. In this case the power was the seer. But no one would heed her words.
Roa was dragged outside of town and chained to a rock. Nogrod was elected to cut her open. As he pulled the knife blade across, Roa’s skin changed. She howled in pain and frustration. Her human skin was being taken over by tufts of brown fur. She growled and fought the chains trying to get at the villagers.
“You will never win against my werewolf comrades!” She snapped.
Roa was left, chained to that rock, her insides spilling out. She was there for the birds to feed on.
LIVING
JennyHallu ~ Friendly neighborhood tax collector
Eonwe ~ Hermit
Firefoot ~ Person who runs the stables
Valier ~ Dance instructor
Nogrod ~ Pipe-weed grower
Elu Ancalime ~ Brass Musician
Gandalf_the _white ~ Magician
Mithalwen ~ Baker/confectioner
DEAD
Kitanna (mod)~ Stabbed with a letter opener on Night One
Wilwarin (hunter)~ Flogged to death on Day One
Thinlómien (ordo) ~ Dropped dead from fright on Night Two
Sleepy Ranger (ordo) ~ Eaten by penguins on Day Two
Folwren (ranger) ~ Sewed shut and run through on Night Three
Roa_Aoife (werewolf) ~ Tortured Prometheus style on Day Three
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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