[littlemanpoet]

Spawn had always wondered how she'd gotten such a name. Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant, to be exact. What had her parents, may they rest in peace, be thinking? She wondered why they had not at least named her Spawning Dance of Ungoliant, for then at least her handy nickname would have been 'Dance' instead of 'Spawn', which was what everybody called her. Actually, though she would not have minded being called 'Dance', she feared that she would have been expected to bear gobs of little spawns to her hubby Nilpaurion, so she was quite glad that she was a Spawn that danced, even if the horrible Ungoliant of legend was her supposed birth-mother. Which of course was precisely why she had the name, for her mother's name had been Ungoliant, and Spawn considered that she'd been the luckier of the two, for her mother Ungoliant was nothing at all like the horrible creature of legend, but a dear, quiet, soft-spoken woman who had unfortunately passed on ... or maybe fortunately, considering the current situation of Sealville.

Spawn had done her part, as had her husband Nilpaurion, and she was proud of him for being innocent, though dead. She had not been entirely pleased when her eldest son, the now revealed, and dead, Gurthang the Good Wizard, had sadly pronounced her doomed - precisely because she had been fearless and devastating in her analysis of other villagers. So things do go. Maybe it was the family tie that had caused him to speak so.

Mormegil, the gaffer, mayor, and retired mariner, was happy in Sealville. He had lived a full life, married, well, and fathered two eccentric and always interesting daughters, Jenny and Celuien. He was proud of his name, for he knew that it came from a tragic hero from the legends of the first age. He always tried to live up to them. He had not liked the marriage of his younger daughter, Celuien, to that beer toting Saucy, but he did admit that he provided well. Better, he thought, was the choice of Jenny, who refused marriage. He liked her independence.

When the Curse came, he as not entirely happy to lose Saucy on the first Day, for his daughter's sake. But when she was lynched, that cut him to the heart. When his eldest granddaughter was revealed to have been one of those cursed by the evil wizard, he was beside himself - on the inside - until the same happened to him.

Kath was one of the most simply named villagers, and for that she was glad. Her parents, she figured, must have named her in reaction to their own overgrown handles, Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant, and Nilpaurion Felagund. They had hinted at simpler times by naming her older brother Gurthang, but the true simplicity had come to the household with little Kath. Now she was pretty much grown up, and made a livelihood of minstrelsy, always sure to have one person in the audience, Glirdan, who listened to her playing and singing much, watched her even more, and tossed in a little bit of coin each day to pay for his gain. She bore this patiently, wondering when he would either lose interest or gain enough to finally meet with rejection, for there was no way she was going to have anything to do with that Ranger family; they were an odd bunch, their father a stranger from Arnor and all.

When the Curse had come to Sealville, Kath had been filled with trepidation and feared for her life. When her father Nilpaurion had turned out to be the seer, she was proud; but sad when he had been killed. When her brother Gurthang had been revealed as the Good Wizard himself, she almost burst with pride, for her family had never before been accounted as much in the village, and here they were the virtual saviors of the living. She hoped for the best.

Two werewolves entered the bedroom of Spawn through the window, and found only the bed empty. They swept the room with their feral gaze and did not find her. They crept back outside. One of them felt a sudden weight on its back, and felt a dagger at its throat, sawing at its throttle. The other werewolf turned and pounced upon the first werewolf's attacker and tore into her. For it was Spawn. She was relentless and even as she felt the pain of new deep scars across her back, she ripped at the throat of the werewolf she had attacked. The werewolf she was attacking died first. Spawn died soon after. The still living werewolf flayed deep, deep into her back, so deep that he reached through her ribcage from behind and wrenched her heart free, to show as a prize to the Shadow in hopes of being made the new evil wizard.

Two werewolves entered the other occupied bedroom in the Felagund house, and found Kath asleep, and dreaming. There was a pleasant look on her face. One of the werewolves tapped her on the shoulder. She woke up. Her eyes went wide with fright. The other werewolf clapped a fanged hand over her mouth before she could scream. The first werewolf ripped through her neck and killed her. Then both werewolves began playing a game of 'splash the walls', leaving bits of flesh and spatters of blood all over all the walls with each rip into the body with their sweeping, flaying arms. It was not long before the heart was visible. They took it, and made sure to pluck out her eyes as well, to bring to the Shadow.

The Shadow was most pleased, for three more villagers had died this night.

Spawn, her back gone and the stones beneath her stained with her blood, sat atop Mormegil, whose throat had been sawn so deep that his head was almost clean off his shoulders.

Next to them lay the flayed and blinded remains of Kath.

~ The Tally ~ (3)

Three werewolves
No Gifteds

~ The Dead ~ (18)

Elempi, father of Diamond of the Battledore, killed on Night One
Loki the leech collector, lynched on Day One: innocent
The Saucepan Man the barkeep, killed on Night Two: innocent
Nogrod the retired jester, lynched on Day Two: werewolf
the phantom the loud, unpredictable, adventurer: hunter
Naria the servant who empties and cleans chamber pots: werewolf
Celuien the Healer and Cupper, lynched on Day Three: innocent
Lhunardawen the jeweler, committed suicide on Day Three: innocent
Cailín the match maker, mauled by werewolves on Night Four: innocent
Valier the gardener, planted and stoned in her garden on Day Four: werewolf
Firefoot the artist, frenziedly eaten on Night Five: innocent
Nilpaurion the ne'er do well hubby of Dancing Spawn, head almost ripped off by werewolves: innocent
Alcarillo the old retired sea captain, drowned on his boat on Day Five: werewolf
Lommy the little girl who steals other children's candy, broken and consumed on Night Six: innocent
Caranlondien the Sled-Team Driver, skewered and kabobed on Night Six: ranger
Roa Aoife the weaver, burned by fire on Day Six: the evil wizard
Gurthang the stable-hand, contorted by evil magic on Day Six: the good wizard
Sleepy Ranger the former wanderer, lynched on Day Six: innocent
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant the Baker, flayed through the back on Night Seven: hunter
Kath the minstrel: flayed where she lay on Night Seven: seer
mormegil the retired mariner and current mayor: virtually beheaded by the Hunter on Night Seven: werewolf

~ The Living ~ (10)

Diamond of the Battledore
Glirdan with the giant crush on Kath
Kitanna the beloved of Eomer
Oddwen the filthy, insane street urchin who steals chickens
Feanor the shepherdess with a love of alliteration
Zali the seamstress and beloved of the phantom
Jenny Hallu the unmarried maiden & aunt
Lalaith the frivolous aunt and guardian of Oddwen
Eonwe the freeloading husband of Lhunardawen
Eomer the adventurer & lover of Kitanna