[Valesse]

The stress that day was nearly as thick as the mist. It was terrible, first, to know that three werewolves were among them, but having to stand so close to them just to be able to see everyone was what truely horrified the campers. As the day went on, and the debating grew more and more intense, Eomer the publican resigned himself to his fate with a sigh.

Macalaure shook his head, "He has to be a wolf...there is no other explanation..."

"That is if you forget the explanation I gave." Eomer sighed, thinking more and more about how they were going to proceed with the task of killing him. Brutes. Killing a bartender is one thing, but taking out a publican is surely barbaric behavior! Thinking on all of the previous deaths Eomer stood and smartly put away his instrument, so no one would be able to use it as a weapon.

"If you aren't a wolf...then there is no way we're getting out of here alive." Mithalwen said at length, like a true violist entering at an awkward time and at an awkward pitchy squeek. "If Eomer isn't a werewolf... we're doomed."

Kuruharan raised his hand with florish and interjected "Quite so, Cat-herd, but JennyHallu had stated that exactly fifteen minutes ago. Now... it's nearly dark.. and I really must stress how important we get this done with... after all.. we should bury him before night."

As the campers circled Eomer, he raised a stein and took his last drink. It was a nicely aged mead, however oddly bitter. "Any last words, wolf?" sneered Valier.

Eomer looked up at her and growlled "Don't let her pickle me."

"Thats do-able" JennyHallu shrugged, and leaned against her Aeolian harp. Catching onto the idea Roa_Aoife joinned her, tipping the structure over and crushing Eomer underneath. "...that was also much messier than I thought..."

"Nothing is happening" whimpered Macalaure.
Kuruharan snorted "Thats because we didn't kill a wolf."

The Living:
Roa_Aoife- trick pilot, double-necked electric guitar.
Valier- town pickler, piccolo.
Macalaure- unskilled inventor of of funny fake occupation ideas, on the verge of bankruptcy, Tuba
Mithalwen- cat-herder, viola
JennyHallu- street corner doom-sayer, Aeolian wind harp
Kitanna- hermit, didgeridoo
Kuruharan- condottieri, flute

The Dead:
Valesse- Master Accordionist (Mod) stabbed with A Sharp key.
Gil-Galad- Artisan spoon player (Mod) choked on his musical spoons.
Glirdan- town musician, sax (Ordo) impailled on his music stand.
Formendacil- pirate, pipe organ (Seer) hung on a pipe organ yardarm.
Nogrod- idle fantasist, tin whistle (Ordo) asphyxiated on this whistle.
Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle (Ordo) bludgeoned with his triangle.
Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass (Ordo) crushed under Aeolian wind harp.

Wolves, choose your last kill.