The night wore on. A storm like no other was brewing. Everyone huddled in their houses afraid, that they would be next. But one brave soul sat up. They would not let others die. They would die to protect the village. suddenly,they were startled from their vigil, by a noise from outside. They raised their weapon and went to take a look.
"Oh it is you! What are you doing out on a night like this? Are you a Thing here to take the life of an innocent?" "No. Are you?" retorted the other.
"well if you aren't and I know I am not then lets go and have a drink." But the other sprung bringing DARNESS and DEATH. The towns Ranger was no more.
The village awoke the next day to huge snow piles everywhere, but there was no mistaking the large spot of crimson in the middle of the street. There in the snow lay what appeared to be Folwren or what was left of her. Her face had been horribly mangled from within,as if something had escaped....
Dead villagers
Valier- Milkmaid-
Killed by Thing- Mod-killed on night 1
Thinlomien-
Blind gardener maid-Pulled apart by horses on Day1- Innocent
Folwren-
Jack the blacksmith- Face mangled on night 2-Innocent
Live villagers
Gil-Galad-
Friendly neighborhood window cleaner
JennyHallu-
Prophetess
Volo-
Village loony/Poet
Kitanna-
Hermit
Naria-
Herbalist
Glirdan-
Town musician
Briseis-
Seamstress
Rikae-
Cheesemaker
Macalaure-
Village Doomsayer
Rune son of Bjarne-
Weaver (not the actual one)
Nogrod-
GoatHerder
Meneltarmacil-
Former pirate
Eonwe-
Miller
Day2 has begun. Things stop pming. Village start talking
You have 24 hours.