Middle of Day Three
The Night's events, or rather lack thereof, had finally gotten too much for the little band of refugees. They'd been driven to drink. Literally,
Rikae had herded them toward the old bar, talking about her suspicions of
Mith the whole way there.
By the middle of the afternoon the village was spackled, nay, plastered.
Of course they weren't quite out of it enough to not notice
Wilwa rush in.
“I'm blind!” she screamed. “I'm blind!”
“Well duh,”
Nilp put in, rolling his eyes and pouring himself another drink. “You'd have to be blind, deaf, or dumb to stick around here and....well, crap.”
Wilwa closed her eyes and the villagers who were watching closely were able to see blood running down her cheeks where there should have been tears as she started shouting again.
“I have seen [censored] uncloaked!”
“The next person to say 'that's what she said' dies,” remarked
Nilp, but his comment was drowned out by
Wilwa's shrieks of pain and they all watched as her eyes melted from her head, the flow of the white -now molten- liquid barely stopping before she collapsed to the floor.
“What....the....”
They all watched carefully, expecting the rest of her body to burst into fire, but instead of flames erupting from her skin feathers sprouted from her fingers, toes, and....well, everything else.
The rest of the were-ducks shifted uncomfortably in their chairs and, sufficiently sobered up now, the group stepped around
Wilwa's corpse and left the bar to attend to business.
The Dead
Sally (stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0)
Phantom (made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0)
Legate (ordo, pickled on Day 1)
Mira (Ophelia, ordo, drowned on Night 1)
Shasta (Hamlet, ordo, semi-accidentally poisoned on Night 1)
Lommie (were-duck, axed on Day 2)
Wilwa (were-duck,
blinded by the light in the middle of Day 3)
A note: Wilwa was not modfired, she was killed mid-Day by....erm, can't say now, can I?
