Game Thread: TIG XCII - Disaster by the Lake

[Boromir88]

"Good work on last night's protection. I've got a new name for you tonight." said the Town's miscreant.

The eagle lord shook its head. "My debt has been repaid."

Shasta stood agape, not believing what he had heard from the eagle. "You came here to serve me, to guard whomever I asked you to guard. I command you fulfill your promises!"

"The eagles do not serve men, we serve a higher being, scarcely known to men. You saved one of my kin, I did as you bid and saved one of yours. Not two, just one. The debt has been repaid."

The miscreant was growing more furious with the eagle. How could Gwaihir, the great Windlord just abandon the village now? When the townspeople were in their greatest need too? "I fear the pack will come for me tonight. Guard me. Not for a favor, but for a friend."

"You know I can not. Even if I could, I would not be able to fight off another wolf attack. I fear one bit me good in the attack last night, and the wounds need a healer's touch. The debt..."

"I know, I know." interrupted Shasta. "Its been repaid. Well if it's going that you must do, than go already. Go, go, go...see if your race gets help from me again."

"Simple minded human." brawked Gwaihir. "Does not understand the powers that turns the world. The eagles do not meddle in the affairs of Men and Elves. Though we do not let eagle-friends, sit and wait, only to die."

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The two wolves were on the prowl again. Angry, hungry, and even angier because of their misfortunes in the past 24 hours. They would eat that miscreant tonight though. See if that stupid pet bird stopped them from feasting two straight nights.

As they entered the home of Shasta, gleefully they felt no presense of the eagle at all. "This will be easy tonight." gleamed one of the wolves. But as they tore the house apart, Shasta was nowhere to be found.

"Where could he be?" whimpered a wolf.

"Gone by the looks of it." growled the other. "He didn't even leave us a rotten apple!"

Conflicted with happiness of never having to deal with the dumb bird, or the miscreant again, yet being hungrier than ever as the miscreant seemed to have grown wings of his own, or flown off with that eagle.

"Well, where did we leave the Shepherd's sheep?" asked a wolf.

"By the shepherd...I think." smiled the other.


LIVING

Galadriel55...Cook.
Greenie...Undertaker.
Kitanna...Cooper.
Loslote...Candlestick Maker.
Nogrod...Wine-maker from Dorwiniondil.
Sally...most prestigious Musician and Poet of Lake-town.

DEAD

Boro...King's Secretary - Night 1
Inziladun...Furrier (Ordo) - Day 1
Kath...Baker (Ordo) - Night 2.
Agan...Baker's wife (Ordo) - Day 2
Pitch...Shepherd (Ordo) - Night 3
Bom...cobbler (Ordo) - Day 3
No Death...Gwaihir save! - Night 4
Nerwen...Town crier (Wolf) - Day 4
Shasta...Town miscreant (Ranger/Gwaihir) - Night 5

It is Day 5. Carry on and bring me another lynch.