Werewolf VI (the saga continues in a rather continuous way)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Voting over, Gil is gone. Expect his death post shortly.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

It had been a long day of debate and discussion of strategy when it was decided not even nearly unanimously that Gil-Galad should die. It was very highly suspected amongst the village that he was taking place in night time wolvery, and so with five votes to seal his death, Gil-Galad was nailed to a crucifix.

"Well.." he said with not a small amount of consideration. "I suppose you really ought to always look on the bright side of death. That and split your infinitives."

And so, with these words, Gil-Galad cheerfully whistled until his terminal breath vacated his body. A short while later, the call was made for the collection of the dead. Though at first it was uncertain whther he was dead, alive, or just pretending, it was soon quite obvious that he was pretending.

"It's a miracle!" he cried. "I think I'm getting better!" Air streamed into his lungs as he was resurrected for a short time. His lungs expanded, filling up his chest. Then his chest expanded into a rather more bulky one. His nose expanded into a snout, and his teeth expanded into rather terrifying looking fangs. The village had found themselves a wolf, and now they were in grave peril. They had taken him down from the crucifix that he had seemed to have died on, and lo and behold! He'd been faking it. His transformation complete, it looked as though he was quite about to ravage the villagers standing awestruck around him.

A swift whack upside the head solved the matter. Gil-Galad (TTM) was knocked from his "second" and most unnatural life with naught but a quick look around to see if anyone was willing to prosecute for the aggrevated assault. Nobody was, seeing as how the plan was to kill him in the first place. The body was unceremoniously tossed into a wheelbarrow with the words "See you next Thursday" muttered, and a new NIGHT began.

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NIGHT is now in session. Wolves, PM each other and then get word to me who dies next. Seers, dream something. Hunter, get me a name. Sherriffs, go to sleep. Villagers... also go to sleep.

Those Dead:

Eomer (villager): killed in a very ripped off horror-movie way
Kath (ranger): slaughtered to the sounds of GhostEomer's lute
Gil-Galad (wolf): killed in an entirely ripped off comedy-flick way

Mod's Note: Yep, it's Friday. ToNIGHT will be a few hours longer than usual, which is why I don't feel guilty that I'm running a wee bit late with this post. Depending on RL circumstances that you don't care about, I'll get a dawn post up between normal time and noon, but I won't guarantee a time because I can't.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"What the!?!?" he cried.
"Don't make so much noise." he also cried.
"Shut up! I'm the one being attacked here!" he cried once more.

The two lycans advanced, a menacing glint in their eyes. Against all odds (and the moderator had indeed lost a bet over it), their choice for tonight's fun was none other than Mr. Personalities himself, Nilpaurion Felagund.

"Quiet", they hissed evilly, as they dragged his struggling form toward the stables. "Not that anyone will hear you, but you'll scare the horses."

And indeed, there were four horses. Nilp yelled all the more, just to spite the werewolves. The horses pranced nervously at the nearness of the creatures, but settled at Nilpaurion's gentle touch. He'd always liked horses. He admired their gleaming chestnut coats, their impressive build. They were a rather large set of geldings... stallion mean when they wanted to be, but they'd never take off after a mare.

He looked back at the wolves who were, oddly enough, conferring just out of his line of hearing. Ignoring them for a few moments, he looked closer at the graceful creatures. They trembled with nerves, but stood calm. Each horse was harnessed and attached to heavy chains that currently held them to the wall of the stable. He wondered at them, a growing sense of dread filling his every bone. The lycans advanced, settled on the details of tonight's wolvery.

"Nilpaurion Felagund, what say you? Do you See?"

"You're right in front of me, of course I see you." he said.
"Yes... we both see you." he said again.
"How could I possibly miss you, when you're hovering malevolantly like that?" he said.

"Yes... we thought you might answer as thus. Which is why we've prepared such a fitting death. You shall be drawn and quartered... one personality for each section of you."

"Wait.... I see a flaw with this plan. Nilpaurion... Adam... sometimes Alice... what is the fourth?"

They answered with a pair of terrifying smirks. "You, m'boy, are pretending to be Calm." And with that, they jumped him. He struggled heroically, but not hard enough. He yelled loudly, but not loud enough. He kicked them, but it didn't work. Within seconds, Nilpaurion Felagund was chained to four noble steeds and was soon discovering that he did not much like them any more.

With shrieks of pain and the obligatory exhuberant baying from the wolves, Nilpaurion Felgaund was drawn into several pieces in the wee hours of the morning. He had never offered any signs of Sight, he had never kindly offered to kill someone else in return for the taking of his life. The wolves had found a peaceful villager. Now, ironically enough, he was a pieceful one.

Upon finding his remains in the early hours, the village gasped in horror. The horses had been let free to graze. The separate sections of Nilp had been piled carefully and labelled with signs.

Nilpaurion Felagund labelled his left arm, several ribs, and a strip of intestine.

Adam was his head, right arm, neck, and the rest of his torso.

Alice was the left leg.

Random Others was the rest.

It was said in later years that Alice was not all-together happy with her lot, but such was life, and it could scarcely be changed.

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DAY has begun. Wolves stop your PMing, Sherriffs, start. Seers have dreamt, Hunter has hunted, Nilp's been slain. DAY will end some time tomorrow morning. I won't guarantee the time, because it depends on several variables.

Dead:

Eomer (villager): killed like the little girl on The Ring on Day 1
Kath (Ranger): attacked unexpectedly on Night 1 (to the sound of Eomer's music)
Gil-Galad (Wolf): killed with a club on Day 2 with Monty Python jokes
Nilp (villager): drawn and quartered on Night 2

Alive:

Firefoot
Holby
Lhuna
LMP
Morm
Oromin
Saurreg
TGWBS

Have fun and be good, my children.

[the guy who be short]

Do these werewolves just kill for fun or something? You'd expect a lot more eatin' from such fiends.

Anyway, Nilp killed... weird.

So, theories:

Right. Nilp. Not sure about his death. Perhaps the wolves, seeing that with two known Shirriffs, the chance of killing a Seer was higher, chose to kill Nilp in the hope that he was one of them. Much more likely, they did it to confuse the heck out of us.

However, a lot can be gleaned from voting records, as per usual. Observe:

Day 1, the two front runners were Eomer and Gil-Galad.

Mormegil, Lhuna and Firefoot voted for G-G. No wolf would vote for another wolf on Day 1 - it would be sheer lunar-cy. I propose that all three of these are innocent.

However, Saurreg, Gil (known wolf) and Holbytlass voted for Eomer. I believe it was necessary for all three to do so to save Gil on the first Day. Saurreg and Holbytlass are, therefore, our wolves.

This isn't absolutely definite. Oromin didn't vote and could, potentially, still be a wolf. I doubt it though.

Yesterday, they both voted for G-G, with Saurreg initiating the voting. This was probably a ploy to create some sort of defense, as they saw the sway of opinion.

Seeing as good ole Firefoot is still alive, I'm waiting for her post of who voted for whom. Until then, I propose a joint lynching of Holbytlass and Saurreg. Should this fail, we should turn our attention to Oromin.

[Firefoot]

Fact: Holbytlass is a wolf.

The other wolf is either Saurreg or Morm - these are the only two whose role I don't know, and the other Seer should have dreamt of Saurreg - who I think is more likely to be guilty. (If, somehow, there was a mistake, there's always tonight - the wolves can only kill one of us.) I see no way that the villagers can lose: we lynch Holbytlass today and the other wolf tomorrow. Or, as TGWBS proposed, we could just have a double lynching and get it over with (I was forgetting that that was allowed...).

Just for the record... (and because TGWBS asked):

Gil - 6 (Saurreg, Morm, LMP, Holby, Firefoot, Oromin)
Holby - 1 (TGWBS)
TGWBS - 1 (Gil)

Did not vote: Lhuna, Nilp

I also think it's odd that Nilp was killed - perhaps they thought he was a Seer. Oh... actually, it does make sense. The seers were set to dream about Holby and Saurreg, and if they were both wolves, the only way to save one of them was to kill a Seer. Hopefully (for them) they'd get another Seer tomorrow night, and the third wolf's identity would remain unproven by a seer.

[the guy who be short]

Ah, Firefoot, I thought you were a Seer. The mytho-Seer actually. Please tell us all the people you've dreamt of so far for clarity.

I was gonna ask the Seers to come out actually.

[mormegil]

Originally Posted by the guy who be short

Ah, Firefoot, I thought you were a Seer. The mytho-Seer actually. Please tell us all the people you've dreamt of so far for clarity.

I was gonna ask the Seers to come out actually.

Wait on that Firefoot

In case Seer 1 didn't dream of Saurreg or myself. We shouldn't expose who they are. Suffice it to say that you don't know of Saurreg or myself.

[mormegil]

As for my guilt I can tell you that I am innocent. However if my record doesn't speak for itself I would suggest the other seer come forward if they dreamt of Saurreg as they were suppose to.

[Firefoot]

Oromin - Seer (who I became)
Lhuna - Hunter
Holby - wolf

Unless I am completely mistaken, Oromin dreamt of lmp (see post 108). Of course, TGWBS is the other Shirriff.

This leaves Morm and Saurreg - one of them is an ordinary villager, the other a wolf.

[mormegil]

I would ask you to look at how I ended the day yesterday. Did it not seem that I was attempting to be the seer? I was hoping that it would be obvious to the actual seer especially to Firefoot the Mytho seer. I was attempting to be subtle in my manner but show that I was the seer so the wolves would attack me last night. I must say I'm a bit surprised to be alive today.

anyway there you have it.