[Farael]

This is aggravating! This time I have no (proper) excuses, I just lost track of time. This week is a little crazy at school, and my times are a little all over the place. Heres the narration.

Rikae had a plan. It was brilliant, it was risky but the chances of nailing whom she was looking for were rather high. Of course, it would draw some danger and suspicion her way, but which adventurer wouldn’t gladly put her life at risk to further her own goals? That’s almost the definition of an adventurer anyway.

She ‘latched on’ to Macalaure hoping for the best. Of course, should Mac be her target she’d be in trouble, but what were the odds? Not to mention that specially on the first few days no-one would have much idea of who anyone else was, and should Macalaure decide not to play ball, Rikae could’ve easily changed plans and quieted accusations by claiming it was the first-few-days’ haze that had her confused.

Then Menel happened. “Accursed insane adventurer!” She thought to herself. Of course, she would not betray her thoughts to the rest of the folks trapped in the Barrow “Can’t you see what I am trying to do here? Can’t you see this is all for your own good? The writing is on the wall and you are blind, blind to it”

The moods of the mob were fickle, Rikae knew, just the day before Macalaure had been gruesomely lynched. It had proven to her benefit that Mac had been just an ordo, as she suspected all along, but now the tides of fate were turning and she was on the spotlight.

“Nothing to fear” she thought “I have prepared for this moment” and she launched herself into an eloquent defence of herself and accusation of a more suitable target. It was the moment of truth, the point where her plan would come to fruition or come crashing down in flames. She endeavoured hard, she expressed, pointed out, claimed... but to no avail.

When the votes were tallied up, she was to be the one to die that day.
“Wait, I can explain” she said wearily “It was all a plan, this is for the best...”
“Oh, no you don’t! Fool us once shame on you, fool us twice shame on us too!” Said A Little Green as she lunged at Rikae with a sword.

A Little Green had never been much of a swordswoman, but this time her luck held (or Rikae’s ran out) and she pierced the poor woman’s heart. Rikae never got a chance to explain how her plan would’ve helped the adventurers.

So, you are probably wondering “What happened to Farael? His narration is not funny!“ and for most of you it is not. However, for me and the Two remaining wolves, it is probably amusing to imagine the rest of you reading all of this without quite figuring out whether Rikae was an ordo with a plan or a wolf with delusions that somehow, eating everyone would help them. I should take a moment to say “Rikae you are an awfully cunning monster. If I hadn’t been the Mod I would’ve had some serious doubts about what to do. Good job.”

The Living:
Legate
Nogrod
McCaber
Sally
Gwathagor
A Little Green
Nerwen
Shasta


The Dead:
Roa: Eaten by werewolves, or otherwise gone missing
Farael: Killed by a convenient plot-twist
Aganzir: Squished into non-existance inside a d2
Loomy: May not be dead, but she's sure too far from the game to be of much help
Macalaure: Lynched old-fashion way
Meneltarmacil: Lost to the whims of the GM
Rikae: WOLF dead because of her cunning plan of world-domination (or at the very least, adventurer-snacking)

The Tally
2 wolves

The notice: The next game Day will start at the regular time, the wolves will NOT be allowed to PM during the first hours of the day, as they think it that a shortened night will be enough to suit their plotting.