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[Oddwen]

It was the turning of the year, and the leaves grew less and less green. There was more work to do than ever despite the shortening days.

Kath the farmer's mushroom crops were busy becoming bread baked by Shasta and beer brewed by Eomer. Kath was very excited about her new endeavor and even more elated when the harvest was eleventyfold what she was expecting. The members of the town who were not hobbits were still a little doubtful about how the aforementioned fungusy bread and beer would turn out, but time will tell. Eomer was not a hobbit and secretly sent orders to a nearby town to bring in wheat and other real drink making supplies. Shasta was nearing a perfected mushroom loaf recipe in his labakeratory and had been staying up late of late in his excitement.

A Little Green's incredibly green garden was fueling the autumn frenzy of hearty soups made by Nerwen, while her goats and cats ceased cavorting and began the serious business of fattening up for winter. Very few people suspected the mad plot Greenie was growing on her plot, but that would soon come to fruition. Nerwen souped on, creating a flurry of diced veggies and slicing through the steam of vats of boiling broths, still driven to try to recreate the ethereal soup in the dream she had in her youth.

Aganzir walked around covered in blood from the slaughter, but that was usual for her. She gave the resulting animal fats to Rikae for candles, despite the fact that Rikae had insisted for years that they only made candlesticks.Nobody ever had to make candles. They appeared where they were needed.It had always been, and would always be. So saith the prophecy.

Thinlomien was kept very busy keeping the houses of everyone, what with nobody having time to keep their own house. One day, she dreamed, she would have a house of her own to keep, instead of renting a tiny room.

Legate still didn't do much but drink, or think about drinking. He was surprised to find himself intensely drawn to the thought of a new drink made from....mushrooms. Inziladun was doing much less laying about than he liked, due to the fact that most of his favorite flat surfaces were in use. Mostly he would lie in the middle of the road viciously pretending not to hear people complaining about or at him, and he would dream of silence and surfaces covered in softness.

With all of the hustle and bustle and schmustle, it was no wonder that nobody really noticed the newcomer in town...

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Players:

Eomer of the Rohirrim - Tavern-keep
A Little Green - Mad Gardener and Cat/Goat Lady
Thinlomien- The Housewife
satanisaloser2005 - Town Bard
Legate of Amon Lanc -Town Drunk
Inziladun - Town Layabout
Kath - A Farmer, trying their hand at a new potentially lucrative crop: mushrooms!
Shasta - A Bakerof Bread (and only Bread)
Rikae - A Candlestick Maker (but not a maker of candles)
Nerwen - A Soup Artist who is Souper at their job
aganzir - The Butcher
Oddwen - A Visitor

Rules:

Deadlines are at approximately 10pm MT/12 Midnight ET/7am Finntime.

In this village there are:

3 Wolves (wolfs) who will try to outnumber the Villagers
8 Villagers (vlgorzz) who will try to eliminate the Wolves

In the case of a tie in votes, a coin will be flipped or a dice will be roll'd.

Votes must be ++highlighted or they will not count. Use the code (highlight)++YOUR VOTE(/highlight) but use brackets [] instead of those curly things ()


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