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the phantom · 12-31-2007, 04:32 PM

Throughout the day there was no noise or movement from the fog. The voice from the outside was quiet as well. Both knew that a heavy blow would fall, and they waited.

The village does not fully understand what has happened these past two nights, thought the Voice, but it may work to my advantage.

The village does not comprehend the events of the most recent nights, thought the fog, but it could very well be my gain.

And as the two powers watched anxiously, the village debated. They chewed on logic and reason, and more often than not were forced to spit it out, for nothing seemed to make sense. Strange ideas were put forward, and conflicting stories were told, and as the madness continued everyone knew that this day would live forever in the Werewolf lorebooks.

At last the sun was low, and a decision was necessary. Macalaure, the jailkeeper, was judged the most likely to be guilty of lycanthropy. He was ordered to stay seated in his chair in the common room of the Inn, and everyone left to grab a weapon of some sort, one at a time, for they all feared a repeat of Nerwen's performance the day before.

"What, are you all going to rush me? Am I not entitled to a quick, clean death?" asked Mac, fearfully eying The Might's heavy shepherding staff and Kath's large sewing needle.

"I have a sword!" shouted Eomer excitedly. "I could cut your head off!"

"Yeesh... you don't have to be so excited about it," said Might while giving Eomer a sickened look.

"Hey, I'm a grave-digger," retorted Eomer. "I'm morbid."

Eomer walked to a place behind Mac and raised his sword to strike. Mac looked ready to spring up. But Rikae ran forward and came between the executioner and his victim. "No!" she cried, "Not my beloved! Let me do it, if it must be done! Let me do it in my own way!"

Rikae placed her head on Mac's chest and sobbed, while Mac reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. "I will see you again," he whispered to her, dripping tears onto her forehead. "I know," she answered.

From a pouch on her belt, she drew a small knife and cut Mac on his cheek. Mac winced, but did not cry out. Rikae rose, kissed Mac, and fled through the door.

"Should we follow?" asked Kath.

"Nay!" ordered Boromir. "Perhaps she is attempting to draw us away while he escapes."

"He won't escape," said Legate. "He's dead."

The villagers turned towards Mac, and indeed, he appeared to be dead. Eomer examined him. "Yes. He's gone. The knife must've been poisoned."

"But- he didn't change!" shouted SPM.

"Oh yes he did," returned Farael, who stepped forward and grabbed Mac by the hair. "I don't think these are normal," he said, pulling back the jailer's lips to reveal long sharp canines.

Living-
Aganzir- hangwoman
Boromir88- assistant to the apprentice to Rikae
Eomer of the Rohirrim- gravedigger
Farael- conspiracy theorist
Isabellkya- hen
Kath- milliner
Legate of Amon Lanc- lamp-maker/fiddler
mormegil- woodsman/carpenter
Rikae- midwife/wise-woman
The Might- shephard
The Saucepan Man- traveling tinker

Dead-
Nogrod, reticent lumberjack- Day 1 lynch victim (WEREWOLF)
Shastanis Althreduin, herbalist- Night 2 wolf slaughter (VILLAGER)
Valier, basket weaver- Day 2 lynch victim (HUNTER)
Azaelia of Willowbottom, apprentice to Rikae- Day 2 Hunter victim (VILLAGER)
Nerwen, miller- Day 3 lynch victim (WEREWOLF)
Macalaure, jailer- Day 4 lynch victim (WEREWOLF)

IT IS NOW NIGHT 5. YOU MAY NOT POST.

12-31-2007, 04:32 PM	#460
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Day 4 ends... Throughout the day there was no noise or movement from the fog. The voice from the outside was quiet as well. Both knew that a heavy blow would fall, and they waited. The village does not fully understand what has happened these past two nights, thought the Voice, but it may work to my advantage. The village does not comprehend the events of the most recent nights, thought the fog, but it could very well be my gain. And as the two powers watched anxiously, the village debated. They chewed on logic and reason, and more often than not were forced to spit it out, for nothing seemed to make sense. Strange ideas were put forward, and conflicting stories were told, and as the madness continued everyone knew that this day would live forever in the Werewolf lorebooks. At last the sun was low, and a decision was necessary. Macalaure, the jailkeeper, was judged the most likely to be guilty of lycanthropy. He was ordered to stay seated in his chair in the common room of the Inn, and everyone left to grab a weapon of some sort, one at a time, for they all feared a repeat of Nerwen's performance the day before. "What, are you all going to rush me? Am I not entitled to a quick, clean death?" asked Mac, fearfully eying The Might's heavy shepherding staff and Kath's large sewing needle. "I have a sword!" shouted Eomer excitedly. "I could cut your head off!" "Yeesh... you don't have to be so excited about it," said Might while giving Eomer a sickened look. "Hey, I'm a grave-digger," retorted Eomer. "I'm morbid." Eomer walked to a place behind Mac and raised his sword to strike. Mac looked ready to spring up. But Rikae ran forward and came between the executioner and his victim. "No!" she cried, "Not my beloved! Let me do it, if it must be done! Let me do it in my own way!" Rikae placed her head on Mac's chest and sobbed, while Mac reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. "I will see you again," he whispered to her, dripping tears onto her forehead. "I know," she answered. From a pouch on her belt, she drew a small knife and cut Mac on his cheek. Mac winced, but did not cry out. Rikae rose, kissed Mac, and fled through the door. "Should we follow?" asked Kath. "Nay!" ordered Boromir. "Perhaps she is attempting to draw us away while he escapes." "He won't escape," said Legate. "He's dead." The villagers turned towards Mac, and indeed, he appeared to be dead. Eomer examined him. "Yes. He's gone. The knife must've been poisoned." "But- he didn't change!" shouted SPM. "Oh yes he did," returned Farael, who stepped forward and grabbed Mac by the hair. "I don't think these are normal," he said, pulling back the jailer's lips to reveal long sharp canines. Living- Aganzir- hangwoman Boromir88- assistant to the apprentice to Rikae Eomer of the Rohirrim- gravedigger Farael- conspiracy theorist Isabellkya- hen Kath- milliner Legate of Amon Lanc- lamp-maker/fiddler mormegil- woodsman/carpenter Rikae- midwife/wise-woman The Might- shephard The Saucepan Man- traveling tinker Dead- Nogrod, reticent lumberjack- Day 1 lynch victim (WEREWOLF) Shastanis Althreduin, herbalist- Night 2 wolf slaughter (VILLAGER) Valier, basket weaver- Day 2 lynch victim (HUNTER) Azaelia of Willowbottom, apprentice to Rikae- Day 2 Hunter victim (VILLAGER) Nerwen, miller- Day 3 lynch victim (WEREWOLF) Macalaure, jailer- Day 4 lynch victim (WEREWOLF) IT IS NOW NIGHT 5. YOU MAY NOT POST. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important. Last edited by the phantom; 01-01-2008 at 02:55 AM.