Tol-in-Gaurhoth VII (The Saga goes ever on and on)

[Firefoot]

It was a red dawn that the villagers awoke to in the morning. Most of them took little note of this – “how pretty,” thought one, and, “what a nice sunny day,” thought another – though perhaps they should have. No, most of them were simply relieved that their premonitions of the previous night had seemingly come to naught. After all, what bad could ever happen in a village with a name like Loveland, anyway?

And so, the villagers began to go about their business for the day. It was not until mid-morning that someone realized that everything was not all right. “Has anyone seen Firefoot yet this morning?”

No one had, and Firefoot was not the type to simply turn up missing. Fear reawakened in the hearts of the villagers as they hurried down the street to Firefoot’s house.

“There’s smoke coming from the chimney,” noted one villager in relief. “Maybe she’s just sick or something…”

“Let’s knock,” stated another, more skeptical villager. The chap at the front of the troop rapped on the door; this soon turned into a pounding after getting no answer. “Something’s wrong. We’ll have to break down the door,” he commented, trying the door knob without luck. The pair at the back exchanged looks. Breaking down the door was extreme… and Firefoot would be none too happy if her door was destroyed. One of them ventured, “Maybe if someone could slip through a window and unlock the door…? Firefoot always leaves her windows open.” This was true, and the smallest villager was hoisted in through the window.

Shortly they were all standing inside the door. “Something smells in here,” commented someone, "like something's burning." The scent grew stronger as they came to the back of the house. Gagging could be heard from at least one villager. Finally, they entered the last room and a horrible sight greeted them.

Firefoot had been drowned; her body lay face up in a tub full of water. Her facial features were twisted in pain, for the tub had been pushed up against the stove, and her feet, which had been stuck into the stove, were even now burning – though most of the flesh was gone by now. Something had been burning all right - Firefoot's feet.

“Who could do such a thing?” cried one of the villagers. One of the more stolid souls stepped closer to the body and noticed that Firefoot’s stiffened hand held a sheet of paper. He gently pried it loose and saw that it had at one point held a great deal more writing than could now be read. What was still legible, however, made him blanch.

“Well? What does it say?” demanded a villager.

“Most of the ink has been blurred from the water…” he muttered. “But part of it is clear enough.” He held up the damp parchment for all to see. Though blurry, there could be no doubt: 3 werewolves.

“We must kill them or die trying!” swore one villager. The ominous words seemed to echo in the suddenly still room as they all turned to stare at the unfortunate villager. “Er… maybe we should step outside, where the air is fresher and we can think clearer?” he suggested weakly. Nevertheless, the proposition was followed, though all the while the villagers were shooting uneasy, suspicious looks at their companions. 3 wolves…

~*~*~*~

Living:

Dancing Spawn
Durelin
Elf-warrior
Encai
Eomer
Feanor
Kath
Kitanna
Lhuna
LMP
Mormegil
Nilpaurion
Oddwen
Oromin
Saurreg
TGWBS
TORE
Wilwarin

Dead:

Firefoot – drowned and burned by werewolves on Night 1

Score:

Werewolves – 3
Villagers - 15

It is now Day 1. Day will end in 24 hours. Wolves, stop PM’ing. Shirriffs may start.

Remember: You should be on invisible mode. I can still see at least one of you.

[mormegil]

Looks as though I'll be busy these next few days, what with being the town executioner and all. I say we get lynching and do it soon, I've got lunch to eat.

[dancing spawn of ungoliant]

It's good to hear that you haven't lost your appetite, mormegil. What are you having - some chicken legs, perhaps?

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

What a mess - send for the cleaner!

I always liked that lass. Feisty she was, and powerful intelligent. I remember something she once told me: "Celebration and box socialing may be amusing, but it don't make you see clearer." Now, I always took this as ever so slightly derogatory toward myself but regardless, I won't mock the dead. Only I would point out that I'm seeing clearer than she is right now.

We've wolves that need hunting and no mistake. Now, they say death follows me around like trouble follows Nilpaurion, and for that I am truly sorry. 'Twasn't my choice, 'twasn't my doing. Some folks are just born unlucky. Leastways that's what my grandaddy always told me.

I would like to immediately propose that you do not lynch me.

[wilwarin538]

Me neither. Considering its my first game I should obviously be given a fair chance.

I find that Morm is a little too eager for some blood shed don't you think?

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Not really. I mean, we do have werewolves among us. I'm kinda eager for some bloodshed too; after all, I'd like to live and be free from these monsters. The sooner we kill them the better.

Besides, he's an executioner; he's a bloodthirsty rogue and we love him for it.

[the guy who be short]

It seems the werewolves have a strong sense of irony. Or maybe they're pyromaniacs. Or maybe they like feet.

Those are the three leads I can think of at the moment. Perhaps one werewolf falls into each of these categories?

[Kitanna]

Morm is always eager for blood, he is the town executioner after all.

[The Elf-warrior]

Originally Posted by Kitanna

Morm is always eager for blood, he is the town executioner after all.

Point taken. After all, I'm in a bloody profession too . And TORE, I think that in the maze of accusations someone is going to accuse a wolf, or maybe more than one. But a lot of innocents will be accused too, most likely.

[The Only Real Estel]

Bah, what a mess. And it's a terrible bother what with havin' a tourist like that Oddwen here to see all this! I can assure you, miss, that things like this aren't normal occurrences. Drowned and burned but not a bit chewed upon?
These wolves are a bit strange, to say the least.

Now I'm sorry to be so blunt, no actually I'm not, but lets not here any of this "the best thing to do is cross-examine & analyze each person." It's more than likely that every good intentioned villager was asleep, so we have no witnesses. You all can say what you want, but it seems to me that this first lynching will be mostly a shootin' in the dark. Aside from a rare first day mistake, which I should doubt we'll find, the only thing we can really use are voting records & discernable patterns, & we have neither of those right now. So lets not start wasting breath on rhetoric about examinazation & analyzating. We can keep a sharp eye out for suspicious behavior, but we've not much more than that to go on.

I do agree, though, that we not rush to any conclusions. As for me I'm going to go have a bit of a smoke to clear my head.

[Durelin]

My word... *peeks into basket on arm* I do hope Firefoot was fond of Morning Glories... And I figure the dead won't mind dead flowers. I'll have to scatter some upon her grave, the poor dear. Though it seems I had best save some... Looks like we're in for it, dearies. By lynching or murdering...though a fine line it is between the two, yes it is...

Them werewolves are in for it if they try and get a piece of me! *shakes fist, unfortunately attached to the arm upon which the basket dangles, scattering dead flower blossoms upon the ground* Oh dear...I forgot about my flowers... *spots some carnations and runs over to them, inspecting them*

[Orominuialwen]

Oh my! It's so sad about poor Firefoot. She was a nice lass and will be missed by all. It's terrible that anybody would do such a thing to her. We must expend all our efforts in killing these wolves!

[Durelin]

Originally Posted by the guy who be short

It seems the werewolves have a strong sense of irony. Or maybe they're pyromaniacs. Or maybe they like feet.

Well I can tell you one thing: Werewolves don't like flowers! *shakes basket menacingly*

[Kath]

Poor Firefoot. Dead, and in such a nasty way. I'll never forget that smell as long as I live. But good villagers we must find a way to beat these werewolves before it's us that ends up in a cooking pot! Any ideas floating around?

[the guy who be short]

Originally Posted by Kath

Any ideas floating around?

Yes, actually. I suggest we kill that lying fiend, Feanor. She's only gonna confuse us afterwards anyway!

Or we could take out that shifty Eomer.

[Durelin]

Unfortunately, there's no way for everyone to communicate who they are without the wolves knowing too... We do outnumber the wolves by quite a bit (otherwise we'd all be dead already), but...

[The Elf-warrior]

Poor Firefoot, may she rest in peace. I don't know who did this. The only people who do are the wolves and maybe the Seer knows one. I don't think we should rush to judgment mormegil.

[wilwarin538]

I agree, we should take our time with this decision.