Werewolf VI (the saga continues in a rather continuous way)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"What the!?!?" he cried.
"Don't make so much noise." he also cried.
"Shut up! I'm the one being attacked here!" he cried once more.

The two lycans advanced, a menacing glint in their eyes. Against all odds (and the moderator had indeed lost a bet over it), their choice for tonight's fun was none other than Mr. Personalities himself, Nilpaurion Felagund.

"Quiet", they hissed evilly, as they dragged his struggling form toward the stables. "Not that anyone will hear you, but you'll scare the horses."

And indeed, there were four horses. Nilp yelled all the more, just to spite the werewolves. The horses pranced nervously at the nearness of the creatures, but settled at Nilpaurion's gentle touch. He'd always liked horses. He admired their gleaming chestnut coats, their impressive build. They were a rather large set of geldings... stallion mean when they wanted to be, but they'd never take off after a mare.

He looked back at the wolves who were, oddly enough, conferring just out of his line of hearing. Ignoring them for a few moments, he looked closer at the graceful creatures. They trembled with nerves, but stood calm. Each horse was harnessed and attached to heavy chains that currently held them to the wall of the stable. He wondered at them, a growing sense of dread filling his every bone. The lycans advanced, settled on the details of tonight's wolvery.

"Nilpaurion Felagund, what say you? Do you See?"

"You're right in front of me, of course I see you." he said.
"Yes... we both see you." he said again.
"How could I possibly miss you, when you're hovering malevolantly like that?" he said.

"Yes... we thought you might answer as thus. Which is why we've prepared such a fitting death. You shall be drawn and quartered... one personality for each section of you."

"Wait.... I see a flaw with this plan. Nilpaurion... Adam... sometimes Alice... what is the fourth?"

They answered with a pair of terrifying smirks. "You, m'boy, are pretending to be Calm." And with that, they jumped him. He struggled heroically, but not hard enough. He yelled loudly, but not loud enough. He kicked them, but it didn't work. Within seconds, Nilpaurion Felagund was chained to four noble steeds and was soon discovering that he did not much like them any more.

With shrieks of pain and the obligatory exhuberant baying from the wolves, Nilpaurion Felgaund was drawn into several pieces in the wee hours of the morning. He had never offered any signs of Sight, he had never kindly offered to kill someone else in return for the taking of his life. The wolves had found a peaceful villager. Now, ironically enough, he was a pieceful one.

Upon finding his remains in the early hours, the village gasped in horror. The horses had been let free to graze. The separate sections of Nilp had been piled carefully and labelled with signs.

Nilpaurion Felagund labelled his left arm, several ribs, and a strip of intestine.

Adam was his head, right arm, neck, and the rest of his torso.

Alice was the left leg.

Random Others was the rest.

It was said in later years that Alice was not all-together happy with her lot, but such was life, and it could scarcely be changed.

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DAY has begun. Wolves stop your PMing, Sherriffs, start. Seers have dreamt, Hunter has hunted, Nilp's been slain. DAY will end some time tomorrow morning. I won't guarantee the time, because it depends on several variables.

Dead:

Eomer (villager): killed like the little girl on The Ring on Day 1
Kath (Ranger): attacked unexpectedly on Night 1 (to the sound of Eomer's music)
Gil-Galad (Wolf): killed with a club on Day 2 with Monty Python jokes
Nilp (villager): drawn and quartered on Night 2

Alive:

Firefoot
Holby
Lhuna
LMP
Morm
Oromin
Saurreg
TGWBS

Have fun and be good, my children.