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Beloved Shadow
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*bows* And so, I am proven correct. Anguirel was indeed a werewolf. Whichever one of you is the seer, use your gift wisely during the next night. Most of us are fairly confident that Fea is a wolf, but you can dream about her just to make sure. However, if you are already certain about Fea, then try to discover the third werewolf. Quote:
*sigh* Why do I get the feeling that either Saucy or I will die tonight? Hey werewolves, you should eat Saucy instead of me. I mean, you wouldn't have to go looking for something to cook him in- he's already wearing all the pans you need.
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Night In Wight Satin
Join Date: May 2000
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Night
DAY has ended and NIGHT is here. No more talking until 6PM this evening when I will reveal who the werewolves have killed.
*** A reminder*** When you are dead, you are dead, and cannot particpate in public or private discussions. I'm sure players will want to continue to support their team, but the survivors will have to make it on the own.
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The Barrow-Wight Last edited by The Barrow-Wight; 05-14-2005 at 08:24 AM. |
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Night In Wight Satin
Join Date: May 2000
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The villagers awoke to a bright morning, surprised that they had each slept soundly through the night. No noises had kept them from slumber, and even the wind had lain silent, like a warm blanket over a cold nightmare that faded with the stars. When dawn arrived, people slowly emerged from their homes, wondering if the wolfish menace had moved on to another town, scared off by clever inhabitants of the small hamlet. Perhaps Anguirel’s death had convinced them to find easier victims.
Mormegil waved to The Phantom, and both shared a cheerful ‘good morning’ with Primrose Bolger and Firefoot. Together, the four old friends walked around the town, checking in on Oddwen, Feanor, and Bilbo_Baggins. Kuruharan joined the group, and at last even Mithalwen emerged from her tiny but picturesque cottage. Everyone was safe, it seemed. “Well,” asked someone, “are we missing anyone?” “Where’s The Saucepan Man?” “Cooking us a good breakfast, I should hope. Let us go down to the tavern and see.” Convinced that they had rid themselves of their beastly troubles, the villagers walked to Saucepan’s place with all expectations of a good breakfast and some hot coffee. But when they approached his home, their faces fell, and the horror of the previous day came rushing back like an avalanche of stones. The Saucepan Man’s front door hung ajar, silent as the night had been, and from inside came no noise or light. They carefully entered, suddenly expecting the worst. But they were surprised to find everything in place and unmolested. The last embers of the evening’s fire glowed dully in the hearth, and a great pan still hung where the Saucepan Man did much of his cooking. “Perhaps he did make breakfast, after all,” said someone, looking for a plate and some silverware. But they were wrong. The pan was indeed full of flesh, but when the villagers discovered what was simmering over the dying fire, they all began to scream. Living
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Score Werewolves: 2 Villagers: 7 It is now DAY. All players can talk publicly in the thread until 6PM tomorrow evening, when we will hang someone. Of course, if a majority vote is reached earlier, we may get to string someone up before 6PM.
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Shade of Carn Dûm
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I am very glad that I didn't die, but I am still very sorry for Saucepan Man. What a truly sad way to die. At least we know he was innocent then. Why did Fea then say she heard pans? I am fairly certain who did it, but to retain my innocence I will withold judgement. bilbo_baggins
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"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow, and with more knowledge comes more grief." Last edited by bilbo_baggins; 05-14-2005 at 05:15 PM. |
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La Belle Dame sans Merci
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Fea screamed at the sight before them before falling into a dead faint. The phantom caught her, lowering her to the floor where she slowly came to. Realizing why she was on the floor, she started to tremble, looking into the faces of those likely to lynch her next. She was scared.
Friends... remember when I said I was allied with no-one? Well, I was telling the truth. Is it my fault that Anguirel tried to hide his own guilt behind my innocence? Is there any better way to try and mask your guilt than by taking the side of one not guilty? I am dreadfully sorry about The Saucepan Man... I feel pretty bad now. And did those werewolves honestly need to come up with such a grisly death? They couldn't just have... I dunno... slit his throat quietly or something? So messy... But I've been thinking about this all night, when I wasn't sunk into a dreamless and deep sleep... The werewolves wouldn't dream of killing me, not because I am one of them, but because I am conveniently the target you are all fixing on! If they could convince you that I am one of them, than they wouldn't need to kill me... you'd do it for them, leaving them wide open to kill another villager! But don't take my word for it... I was feeling like Galileo when I went to bed last night... just because I pointed out a scientific fact about wolves, you'll now all think I need to die. Right now... I've learned my lesson when it comes to accusing with only what I thought I heard for evidence. And since I slept so soundly and didn't even hear the wind... I feel I must hold my tongue when it comes to factless accusations. Passion over-took my common sense yesterday, but today, level-headedness shall prevail... I hope. Unless, of course, you all plan on killing me. In that case, I may just have to make a passionate plea for my innocence. Quote:
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