And so decided the Villagers - that
CaptainofDespair was Bearish. Enough to lynch, anyway.
"Go ahead. Lynch me. Make my day," said the Shrew Farmer. "You'll see."
He offered no struggles on the way to the faraway lynching tree, he just walked in stony silence.
They tied the rope to his neck and stood back. Pulling the stepstool from underneath him, he hung for only a moment before the change.
Where once a crooked tree had stood, with a rope attatched, there was a crooked tree on the ground, with a rope trailing in the snow.
"He is such an evil being, that the tree itself could not bear him!" cried the Villagers. "It's the hidden bulk of a bear! It's a good omen!"
But they couldn't very well hang him on a felled tree, could they? So they searched for other methods.
They tried feeding him to his own shrews, but they fawned at his feet and attempted to eat the other Villagers.
They tried to impale him on a sliver of wood from the wrecked bar, but it snapped beneath his weight and barely punctured his skin.
They tried to set fire to the bar, but surprisingly, the wood would not catch.
They tried to drown him in the horsetrough, but it sprang a leak and crumbled from disuse, leaving a wide swath of ice around it.
"Wow," they said. "He must be
really evil if nothing in the natural realm will touch him! I guess it's up to us, then."
So they stood him in the Village Square, which has been noted not to be square but hexagonal, and plunged a knife into his breast.
The only change that came about was that he was no longer standing.
The Villagers wondered at that. Could they have been...
wrong? Chasing after an innocent with murderous intent? Then one of them caught a glimpse of metal underneath his cloak, and uncovered a sword and shield.
Now how could that fit underneath his cloak? No wonder he had looked so bulky and seemed so suspicious!
They wondered why they had not noticed the fastening on his cloak, a many-rayed silver star.
Uh-oh...one feared to say it...Standard-issue Ranger gear.
A trip to CoD's house clinched it. Hidden in various places were more swords and shields, some worn with use.
They'd killed the Ranger, and insured that there would be two kills a night after all.
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Dead:
Oddwen (Mod) - Skeletonized by Wolves on NIGHT 1
Chicken (Poultry) - Crushed by a bear on NIGHT 1
Mithalwen (Werewolf) - Cheesily lynched on DAY 1
Alcarillo (Villager) - Smashed to bits on NIGHT 2
Mormegil (Villager) - Blown away on NIGHT 2
CaptainofDespair (Ranger) - Innocent blood rejected by nature, received by men on DAY 2
It is now NIGHT 3. Sherriffs kindly stop conversing, Wolves kindly may start.
I need names from the Wolves, Seer, Hunter, and Bear.