WW XXIX Dor-en-Gaur

[Nogrod]

The initial success of the wolves had started waning. The Alpha-Wolf was alone now but it knew whom to kill. It felt itself driven to the corner but would at least go with a blaze of glory. And the commanding voice in it’s head called for more blood.

The Ranger heard the Wolf creeping towards the house she was guarding that Night. She had gotten it right this Night! There would be no deaths toNight! She was pleased. But she was also nervous, almost terrified in fact. There being no deaths toNite would require her to step forwards and face the beast alone in the Night. Would the sword protect her?

The Homeless Waif’s heartbeat went wild. But inspired by Gorlim’s Lighthearted Brother’s firmness the evening before she gathered all her courage and stepped out from the shadows to cut the Wolf’s way. “You foul beast of Darkness! With this sword of the Eagles I command thee to crawl back to your lair! You shall not kill anyone toNight!” The giant Wolf stopped on it’s trail.

Suddenly the front door of the house banged open and the Serious Jester ran out, an arrow already notched in his bowstring. “Get out of my way you Homeless Waif! This matter is between me and the wolf. That beast tops my list and I have been preparing for this already two Nights in a row. And I will kill the beast even if I have to perish along with it. This werewolvery will have to end toNight!” The Jester bellowed and pulled the string.

The Homeless Waif took a step forwards to get between the Jester and the Wolf. She would not allow anyone to get killed so long as she was protecting them. “Hold on a...”, she started.

“Hold on a minute, everyone!” a loud call echoed from the darkness not far away. “I think it’s my privilege to make us rid of the beast”, the voice declared.

The wolf turned it’s head towards the new voice just to realise a heavy golden dagger coming towards it, flying much too fast for the giant wolf to react to in anyway. The dagger hit the creature straight into the forehead, breaking deep into it’s skull. Rikae fell backwards from the impact. First she was in shock, then she was dead.

Anguirel the Merry came out from behind the nearest trees. “Sorry Boro, me old mate.” He said merrily. “You see, this way no’ne else had to die.” He looked at the astonished faces of both Firefoot and Boromir. “Keep it simple...”, he added and smiled.

“Should we wake Mith and Farael up? I mean this has ended now, hasn’t it? Shouldn’t they know it asap?” Firefoot asked.

“I think we have all earned a pint!”, Boro agreed.

“On the house...”, Firefoot added.

~*~

Dead:
Volo – The Cryptic Lens Grinder – (ordo) hanged on Day1
Macalaure - Eiliniel's Witty Younger Brother Who's Always Right – (ordo) killed to his bed on Night2
Roa_Aoife - The Town Fletcher – (ordo) killed from behind while dozing off in the middle of her room on Night2
Celuien - The Innkeeper – (Ranger) throat slit on Night2
Morm – (ordo) beheaded on Day2
Eomer - A Beekeeper – (ordo) stinged to death by his own Bees on Night3
Gil-Galad - A Confused Philosopher – (ordo) sliced by the pendulum on Night3
Rune son of Bjarne - A Moonshiner – (Informer/cobbler) hacked to death with the golden dagger on Night3
Lalwendë - Eiliniel, A Retired Village Idiot – (beta-Wolf) mobbed and in the end stabbed to the chest on Day3
Durelin - The Augur of the Village (Ranger) overcome by the wolves while guarding another Villager on Night4
Thinlómien - An Ugly Little Shepherdess – (ordo) jumped to the well on Day4
Kath - A Weawer – (beta-Wolf) assasinated by Anguirel the Merry on Day4
Rikae - A Superstitious Mathematician – (alpha-Wolf) assasinated by Anguirel the Merry on Night5


Alive:
Boromir88 - The Serious Jester (hunter)
Mithalwen - A Frivolous Serving-Wench (ordo)
Farael – A Moose Tamer (ordo)
Anguirel - Gorlim's Lighthearted Brother, Anguirel the Merry (assassin)
Firefoot - A Homeless Waif (ranger)


The Village has Won! Congratulations!