As the village went back to their rooms, heads hung low from poor lynch, three snuck away unnoticed to begin further plotting. Despite the sweet lynch, they were still quite hungry from the failed kill the previous night.
"I can't believe that just happened" grinned the other Alpha. "Now we know who the Wight is, so it shall be easy to avoid and with no guardian, looks like our fortunes are finally beginning to change."
"Aye" said the last Alpha. "And let us hope it's a seer snack tonight. That will more than fill my hungry stomach."
Feeling a new air of arrogance in their step, the wolves didn't even bother sneaking in, they simply busted the door right off its hinges. Even if they had been more quiet,
Nogrod would have seen them come in, as he was still awake busily running about the room. He was stirred by the wolves entrance and rushed to grab a wooden staff on the floor. "Back you devils! I'll throw you all out myself if I have to."
But the wolves were just amused. "All the rangers are gone. You seriously think you can stop us? Bree will be raised to the ground in a matter of days. How shall we prepare this one mates? Slit his throat?"
"Smash his head!" shouted the second.
"No. He looks real delicious. Let's rip out his heart and eat it!" said the third.
"How about we just slit his throat, smash his head, rip out his heart, then devour him? Since we didn't get the spoils of a kill last night, let's have some fun."
The wolves laughed wickedly.
Nogrod dropped his staff and
melted on the spot.
"Well that wasn't much fun, he didn't put up any fight!" sulked one of the Alphas.
"No fun at all. But he still looks tasty!"
So the wolves devoured
Nogrod and they enjoyed it immensely. For he was like a prime cut of meat, and the wolves were dying for a satisfying big meal. The only thing that troubled them now is, somehow, eating Nogrod had curiously made them thirsty.
"Ack! I really need something to drink...like NOW!" gagged an Alpha. The other two agreed. In the corner stood a wooden keg that read
Barley's Best.
One of the wolves rushed to the corner and began gulping down the draught. "MMM this really hits the spot." Then the others leaped and began drinking the ale. They drank and partied the night away. Not only did they get the best meal in a long time, but now they were delighting in the best ale. At the same time, the wolves could all feel something weird happening to them. None of them could describe the feeling, but it surely wasn't natural.
LIVING
Agan
Eomer
Formendacil
Greenie
Inziladun
Kath
Loslote
Nerwen
Pitchwife
Sally
Shasta
The Elf-Warrior
Wilwa
DEAD
Night 1: Boro (Mod) - knocked out stone-cold
.............Fea (honorary co-mod) - nommed by wolfies
Day 1: Glirdan (cobbler) - Harry Goatleaf
Night 2: No death!
Day 2: Volo (innocent) - Ranger
Night 3: Nogrod (innocent) - Butterbur
*Note. The wolves will be able to talk next night phase, but there will be no kill.
It's now Day 3. Discuss.
