Ichabod Wrote:Does the silence mean that we haven't lost yet?
If Meiz turns out to be a 'Wolf I'm gonna be pissed. :neenernee
I'd say we lost, silence or no. It just wasn't a very good game for us Villagers. All in all, though, I enjoyed it. I don't think I'll be present for the next round - I need a breather - but it's been fun, and more relaxed than the last one (certainly better executed). Sorry Jkaen if you're a Villager, and doubly so if Meiz is in fact a 'Wolf. As I said, 50/50 - toss a coin and see what shows.
[Size="7"]End of Day 8, Night 8[/Size]
[INDENT]---- A quiet desperation hung over the village for the entire day and stifled deliberations. A bandwagon was quickly formed against JKaen and Meiz, but Meiz argued strongly that the villagers were being played for fools, that it was Scooter, GES, and Zakalwe who were wolves, that JKaen and he were innocent! Why could the mayor not see this, nor the school teacher. Roland was impassive through much the day, before swinging his support behind the lynching of JKaen, being followed by the schoolteacher.
Meiz spent the rest of the day trying to convince anyone to follow him against any of his three wolf suspects, but the village was decided, for better or for ill. He was eventually forced to vote for JKaen, or see himself lynched.
One last time, a villager ascends the gallows, to be hanged by his fellows. The trapdoor drops, the rope cracks taut, and a neck snaps. JKaen hangs in the air, unmoving, the wind has stilled completely, and there is no change.
The village is doomed - they return to their homes to barricade their doors against the coming darkness.
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Later that Night...
---- The night is filled with the howls of the werewolves. Villagers who had once slept soundly through such night noises huddle in terror behind their doors, hoping beyond hope that they will be forgotten, to live one more day. Ichabod is not so lucky, his door is smashed down, and he can hear a quiet chuckle as the wolves search his house, looking for him.
"We know you're in here Ichabod, there's nowhere for you to hide, no Baner to save you now. Our brother will be avenged!"
"Found him!" cries one of the wolves as Ichabod makes a break for the door, he's tackled to the floor and a claw goes through a leg muscle.
"Now now now dear schoolteacher, there will be no running tonight..."
The screaming went on for a good 4 hours before Ichabod finally died, before the morning came, and the sun rose once again.
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The following morning...
---- In the morning, the village gathered. As Roland was about to leave to ascertain that Ichabod had been the night's victim, scooter grabbed him by the shoulder, stopping him: "No need for that today, he hasn't shown up yet, clearly the wolves got to him". "But the forms, and the orders of how things are done!" protested Roland. Scooter smiled at him, "Oh I don't think those are particularly important anymore dear mayor, dear mason". With those words he picks Roland up with one hand and casually throws him into the wall of the nearest building. Roland hits the wall with a wet thud and slides to the ground, stunned. Meiz and Serdoa look around, trying to find a way to escape the town square, but their way is blocked by Zakalwe and GES. "I was right foul fiends" screams Meiz as he charges Zakalwe, brave to the last, but still merely human. As Meiz closes the distance, Zakalwe sprouts fur and fangs and meets him as a wolf, ripping out the throat of the screaming barbarian as GES chases down Serdoa. There will be no survivors.
Roland is beginning to recover his sense as Scooter saunters up, still in human form.
"Terribly sorry about that mayor, don't know what quite came over me there..." he pauses, "you were always so trusting, Your fellow mason had the right of it, shame he had to die in such a painful way". "You know, I've always detested night work, it always feels rushed, like you're trying to get it all done before the sun comes out and ruins your fun." His face brightens: "But hey, today, we've got all day, so let's settle back and enjoy this for a bit shall we? I promise it won't hurt too much... though you know what they say about promises.
Twilight falls, and the village is silent and empty, it's inhabitants slain both by beast and paranoia. When the next traders come they'll report their findings to the local lord and life will eventually return to Kalocly. But for now she stands a forlorn shell of her former self. Scooter looks over his shoulder, his packmates flanking him to the left and right. It was a good home, but the forest beckons, and he can almost hear the heartbeat of the doe in the next glade over. He breaks into a gentle trot, and vanishes into the dark of the forest.
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[COLOR="Red"]JKaen was Lynched!
JKaen was a villager.
Ichabod was eaten!
Ichabod was a villager.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="Green"]There are now equal numbers of werewolves and villagers.
