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I have some instructions from Sweet about where her vote should go *if* I need it, but it wouldn't be really fair to whoever gets that blind vote. So, if Sweet's own vote could save her, I'm really considering an extension of a day - or maybe merging day and night phases... though I have to think carefully about this last option. Anyway, yeah - I'm considering it

Scorecard Enjoying Leif's tasty stew at the tavern... Sweetcherrie => Annie, 7-year-old brat Katzaniel => Karen Zahn, the butcher's daughter Patrick Durham => Cedric Fernsworth, a man in his early fifties who's to marry Susan, a 16-year-old girl Venefyxatu => Nathaniel Blake Churnstone, owner of a so-believed haunted house JDRollins => Joseph Gunalo. merchantile and general goods store proprietor Mynx => Susan, 16-year-old girl to be married to Cedric; Azuran => Tsal, 19-year-old boy who spends most of his time making small sculptures and figurines from wood Panther => John, the town carpenter. He can do almost anything with wood, be it houses, cupboards or coffins and everything in between. Enjoying the comforts of John's crafted coffins... Mark, the town drunk => first NPC kill Jonathan, the tailor => second NPC kill Jammeez => Granny Jammeez, baner and wolf kill Giles Jordan => Adam, lynched LeifTheBunny => Leif the Bunny, lynched 48 hours to vote! Edit: Jammeez, if you want to "haunt" the game thread, go ahead. Maybe you'll end up as one of the ghosts in your grandson's house?

Another day, but a snowy one. There hadn't been more than a very light snow earlier in the night, but close to dawn the snow had started again to fall heavily. Not until midmorning the first people start leaving their houses, but they find the tavern already open and the stew ready to be served. Lillen, eyes shadowed, directs the other barmaids; her face is hard as she faces some of her customers, remembering how they had murmured against Leif. But he would have liked to know that the tavern was in good hands, and so she and the cook had did what was necessary to keep it running. The boy stopped in front of Granny Jammeez' house, wondering at the closed window. With a blink, he wonders next at the door, slightly ajar. Wary, he kept an eye on it while approaching slowly, grabbing his shovel almost like a spear. A big lump of snow caught his foot, though, and he lost his balance. He hit hard the snow bank - but it didn't give in as it should have. Instead, something hard was hidden by the snow, and the boy knelt and dug it up carefully. A gnarled hand. Then the arm. The boy, already pale, almost sickened up, but kept digging in a mesmerized way. The sight of Granny's ripped throat, the blood frozen around it, finaly made him give a muffled cry, and he stood up unsteadily. Gasping, he turned slowly and, finally focusing his eyes on someone, he stumbled into Joseph. "Granny... Granny's dead... help.... " he whispered. Joseph grabbed his shoulders, almost shaking him, but got nothing more than another weak whimper. He shouted for help, and a few minutes later people gathered around Granny's house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: Granny Jammeez was, unfortunately, the Baner. Congratulations to the wolves! It's now Day Phase, and you have 48 hours from this timestamp (until Tuesday, 8pm EST) to vote and try to find a wolf. Scorecard at the OOC thread. Good Hunting!

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I'm not really sure if I understood this... but count me in, too. Question: how frequently should we post? I'm going to get busier from the 1st on, and with the Werewolf games also going on, I'm afraid to commit myself to more than one thread that asks for close posting

Tsal left John's workshop quite satisfied, already eyeing critically the new pieces of wood and looking for the shapes hidden in them. Anxious to carve them out, he went straight to his rooms in the tavern's upper level. Upon entering the tavern, though, he winced at the shouting going on in the main room. Some angry men surrounded Leif, who looked at them defiantly. A soft hand touched Tsal's arm, and as he turned he met Lillen's bright eyes. "Oh Tsal... can't be him, can it? I've known him since I was a little girl. He's a sweet person, really..." He blinked, unsure, but something in her eyes and the warmth of her hand made him unable to think of something more than a "What?", blurted out quite rudely in his surprise. "They're accusing Leif! Because he's lived elsewhere for most of his life, and is an adventurer, or was..." "I don't think it's Leif... " Tsal murmured, really hoping it wasn't anyway, for both of their sakes. "But as bad as it sounds, I'm afraid that if the townsfolk turn on Leif, we're better off not putting ourselves in danger by getting in their way." Their soft talk was interrupted by Leif's firm voice as he put his gear down. "Very well, it seems that there is no love in this town for former adventurers. I shall take my hint." His tone made his accusers hesitate a second, but he calmly planted himself in the middle of the room, a relaxed pose that should also signal how ready he was to fight. "Come, take me." As one, the men attacked. Leif held his own, using a broken chair as a club and showing the skill he had aquired while still adventuring in far lands. However, someone managed to hit and trip him, and in minutes he was buried under his attackers. Lillen screamed, Tsal instinctively holding her before she entered the fray herself. Several men entered the tavern then, making Lillen scream in despair - but they were the sheriff's men, and in some more minutes they were holding the attackers off Leif's still form. Lillen sobbed in Tsal's arms, while he looked on with a dazed expression. ~~~~~~~~~ OOC: Leif the Bunny was an innocent villager. It's now Night Phase. Wolves/Seer/Baner, you have around 24 hours from this timestamp (until about Sunday, 8pm EST) to PM me your targets. RP is free, but please no accusations/speculations . Good luck! (Sorry for the shabby post... I got late... thanks again, Azuran, for writing Tsal with me.)

I'm planning to write a story version of this game, as it was done long ago with Werewolves II and III. So, please, I'd like to ask the permission of all players involved so that I can use their posts and characters, with due credits, in that story. And also to use the PMs I've received to set the background for the events. Otherwise, I'll just skip those who rathrer not appear in the story version. Thanks to all! ~Tanny

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1. Colour - grayish-blue 2. Adjective - scandalous 3. Name of Male - Nathan 4. Adjective - queer 5. Verb (Past Tense) - purified 6. A Profession - blacksmith 7. An Exclamation - Look out! 8. Adjective - impatient 9. Noun - stapler 10. Part of Body (Plural) - kidneys 11. Noun - drawer 12. Verb (Past Tense) - hit 13. A Hobby - skiing 14. Noun - sea 15. Verb (Past Tense) - drowned 16. Name of Female - Katherine 17. Noun - rake 18. A Number - Pi 19. Adjective - salacious 20. Adverb - absent-mindedly

Scorecard Enjoying Leif's tasty stew at the tavern... Sweetcherrie => Annie, 7-year-old brat Katzaniel => Karen Zahn, the butcher's daughter Patrick Durham => Cedric Fernsworth, a man in his early fifties who's to marry Susan, a 16-year-old girl Jammeez => Granny Jammeez, matchmaker Venefyxatu => Nathaniel Blake Churnstone, owner of a so-believed haunted house LeifTheBunny => Leif the Bunny, retired adventurer, tavern owner JDRollins => Joseph Gunalo. merchantile and general goods store proprietor Mynx => Susan, 16-year-old girl to be married to Cedric; Azuran => Tsal, 19-year-old boy who spends most of his time making small sculptures and figurines from wood Panther => John, the town carpenter. He can do almost anything with wood, be it houses, cupboards or coffins and everything in between. Enjoying the comforts of John's crafted coffins... Mark, the town drunk => first NPC kill Giles Jordan => Adam, lynched Jonathan, the tailor => second NPC kill 48 hours to vote!

Susan picks again her book, trying to not think about Cedric and what he had seen. After some time she starts dozing, stray thoughts giving her nightmares. She wakes up with a start, looking out of the window to the night, and wondering if there is someone out. Shuddering, she goes to her bed and curls up, forcing herself to not linger in the images of Mark's and Adam's bodies. John also has a restless night, his dreams bringing back his easy relationship with the lynched smith and his surprised face at the accusation, making him wake up several times during the night. He gets up while still dark, not minding the cold water dripping down his neck when he washes, wondering if this day also would bring bad news. Similarly, other people in the village have trouble sleeping, and many bar their doors and windows with extra precaution. Granny Jammeez even locks the door to her bedroom, and Karen keeps a sharp knife by her bedside. Even Nathaniel checks the windows before drawing the curtains over them, while Cedric leaves extra instructions to his employees to be specially careful with doors and windows. Before going to bed, he looks through the window in the direction of Susan's house, wondering about her pregnancy once again. Lillen, arriving early to the tavern, looks surprised at seeing Leif sitting at one of the tables, nursing a glass of mead between his hands. A soft noise from upstairs catches their ears, and they see Tsal coming down. "Good morning, Tsal..." Lillen points to a table in the corner. "I'll see if we already have bread and spiced milk in the kitchen. You're up early..." "I guess no one could sleep really well, Lillen." Leif stands up, cleaning the table. "He's not the first up in the village, I've already heard Annie's morning screech and Joseph has just left after getting a bit of a breakfast with me. You're here early, too. How's Karel?" "Haven't seen her since yesterday evening, Leif. Her window was still closed, I thought it better not disturb her... I hope you don't mind it. I'll work a double shift if she doesn't come." "We'll see if there is need for that, Lillen. Be so nice as to see the kitchen, then?" Tsal sits and waits, his eyes straying from the window to the kitchen door, waiting for Lillen. It's not Annie's screech, or any woman's screech that starts the commotion in town. It's again cursing and shouting, for both the Sheriff and the doctor. The first curious to arrive are barred by the sheriff's man, but it's not too long before the news spread. Jonathan, the old tailor, found dead on his kitchen with his body precisely rent by claws. And the kitchen door open, which proves to many that the person who killed him was known to him. ~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: Jonathan was an NPC. No PC has been killed tonight. It's Day Phase, and you have 48 hours from this timestamp (Saturday by 8pm EST) to try to find a wolf. Scorecard at the OOC thread... and please, no tying of votes or votes by proxy this time. Good hunting!

Lillen, stunned, just stared at Tsal for several seconds. Then, slowly, shook her head. "Tsal... it's not like that. I've heard stories from my grandmother, about the werebeasts. All of them had conscience that they were... changing into beasts. If you were one, you would know for sure." In an impulse, she touched his arm. "I've heard Karen. Don't you listen to her. She just doesn't know you, Tsal. She hasn't been around you as all of us, those who live here all days of the year." Tsal gasped, surprised, as Lillen hugged him. He wondered nervously what to do with his own arms before he hugged her, too - awkwardly at first, but then more tightly. He smiled happily, his face hidden by his hair. ~~~ During all day long, whispers and suspicious looks haunt several of the villagers. Once, Leanne, Karel's sister, just throws the books she is carrying at one of the hunters who dares to insinuate that Karel herself was a werewolf. "Enough!" The sheriff barks in a deeply annoyed voice, separating one more fight. "If you want to hunt beasts down, then do it clearly. We don't need folks getting at each other's throats." "Alright then, sheriff!" comes a cold voice. "If it is to be clear, then we think you should just hang Adam. It's clear he's a werebear!" Other voices raise, supporting that claim. It doesn't take long for a mob to go towards the smithy. "If you think he's a werebeast, then let's lock him in jail. Don't be fools!" Some men surround the sheriff, barring his way. "Sheriff, we aren't going to hand this village over to werefolk. It might be one, it might be more. If it's just the one - good enough. If it's not, there will be more killings and even a rescue. We just know that Adam is one of them. Several of us have seen him going into the forest at night, disappearing in its depths during full moon." "Come on, you know as well as I do that this is all hearsay. There is no one person who wants to swear on the Bible that they've seen him doing anything suspicious!" The men hesitate, starting to agree with the idea of locking Adam in prison instead. But a girl runs head-on on them, yelling. "Sheriff! There's a gibbet built outside the village. They're already carrying him there!!" Cursing most inappropriately in front of the girl and the women who join her, the sheriff runs in the direction pointed. "Stop! Down with him!" He points his gun at the men around the gibbet, Adam thrashing wealky on the end of the noose. The doctor opens his way through the people to quickly examine Adam. He then shakes his head sadly. "Too late, Clance." He sighs at the Sheriff. "And innocent, too. No werefolk would be idiot enough to not fight his way out." ~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: Adam/Giles Jordan was an innocent blacksmith. It's now Night Phase. Feel free to RP anything that goes on from sundown on, but please no speculations/accusations whatsoever. Seer/Baner/Wolves, you have 24 hours from this timestamp (until Thursday, 8pm EST) to send me your targets. Good luck!

Tsal stopped whittling, and showed it to her. The carving was of two intersecting rings, a little nifty one since Tsal had to carve them out of the same piece of wood such that they were already intersecting; he didn't want to have to break one later to put them together. One of the rings was still pretty rough and unfinished, but they were at least detached from each other at this point so they weren't actually the same piece of wood anymore. There was a pause while Lillen examined the two rings, one of which was still very rough and almost hexagonal looking, and Tsal felt the need to explain further. “Figured someone could use it as a pendant or something, you know?” Lillen nodded, running her fingers over the careful work of Tsal's hands. "I think it will be a beautiful piece when you finish, Tsal. You have a gift for carving." “I guess so…” he didn’t sound so sure, “really I just happened to have a pocket knife with me when I came here and it was something to occupy my time. Didn’t really care much about where I’d end up in life at the time...” He already felt uncomfortable having just mentioned his unattractive past and tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “But what good is carving, or anything really, when you’re not even sure if you’ll live another week to use it again?” “You’re talking about the werebeast, right?” Lillen looked at Tsal with a shadowed expression, then after a pause added in a hushed tone, “who do you think it could be? I've been living here all my life, and know most of them so well. What do you think, Tsal? You arrived but a few years ago, maybe you see something we don't..." ~~~~~~~ Thanks to Azuran for writing with me And my next post should be the end of phase... in about 1hour

Lillen finally left a sleeping Karel at home, and decided to go out for a walk. Her feet ended up taking her to the stables, and she noticed the new snowfall already starting to hide the signs of the murder. She frowned, letting her eyes drift and linger on the beginnings of the forest, not that far from there. After some minutes, she moved on, wandering a bit in spite of the light snowfall. Nathaniel, unaware that he was being followed by Annie, decided not to go look at the corpse. He didn't have a very strong stomach when it came to mangled bodies, and since he wasn't a doctor it wouldn't teach him anything anyway. So he wandered through the streets, reading tidbits of information from people's lips and nodding to those who took notice of him. Lillen was one of them, and she not only nodded but started talking to him. "Hello, Mr. Churnstone." Nataniel looked a bit startled, and Lillen repeated the greeting in a louder voice, remembering also to let him see clearly her lips. Nathaniel smiled his vague half-smile when Lillith approached him. "Just Nathan, please. I had something else on my mind ... a book that wouldn't let go." "A book?" He nodded, then, sensing that something more of an answer is probably expected, added, "A good story. Too short as always, though." And with those words he went on his way, again absorbed in this thoughts. Lillen smiled a bit, shaking her head as Nathaniel left. She resumed her walk and, while remembering what she had seen and heard that morning, she smiled and changed direction. After some peeking into a few places, she finally heard the faint sound of a knife whittling wood. "Hey, Tsal." Tsal looked up, only one eye peeking through his hair and unable to spare a hand to brush it back. “Lilly..! What do you want?” Like usual, things never came out quite like he intended them to sound. “I mean, not that you have to want anything really…just wondering, I guess…” Feeling his face turning a little red, Tsal quickly looked back down at his hands, and continued working. He's such a cute boy. Lillen's smile seemed to reflect that thought. And the way he calls me "Lilly" is really nice. "I wanted to thank you for this morning. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the attention you deserved, but Kari was a wreck." She sat down at his side, though far enough not to get in the way of his carving. "What's it going to be?" She pointed at the piece of wood with her chin. ~~~~~~~ OOC: Day phase ends in 6 hours ~~~~~ Thanks to Venefyxatu for writing this with me! Edit: mm... somehow, I think I cut out a paragraph when quoting this into the next post... just putting it back here.

Giles, Your vote has been counted provisionally as for Panther, then. As it is right now, I'm sorry but I cannot assign it to anyone else because it would cause a tie with someone you haven't accused directly... later on, it might be different. To all players: please, try to not give the decision of the vote to anyone else... be them the mod or another player (that means, please, no tying your vote to another one's). If you're unable to come back to vote, PM me - or vote early; any vote can be changed before the end of day phase, so that shouldn't be much of a problem normally. Any questions PM me or post here. Ah, yeah... day phase ends 8 hours from now. (And you'll drive me crazy... 8 votes for 7 different people??? )

Just to help... if Jammeez had a child at 16, that child could have married and had her grandchild when she (Jamz) was in ther middle to late 30's. Let's say... well, 40 to give some more years. Then, "today" her grandchild would be around 40 - we could say 35-45 safely; a great-grandchild could be in their 20's also. Does anyone want the role(s)? ~Tanny

Roles have been sent - check your PM box. Sign up is officially closed. It's now Day Phase... 48h to vote. Remember that, if there's a tie or too many missing votes, I might give an extension (considering also that there will be a short board downtime on Wednesday morning); but after this, whowever has the most votes will be lynched. Due to the number of players, I made a slight modification in the initial rule for baning: if one wolf of two is baned, there's a 50% chance of the kill happening. Also, for any reason the wolves have the option of not killing in a given night. And last... it's always good to remind you that the mod's posts (mine) dealing with NPC and general interaction or changing of phases are never to be taken as clues to the identities of wolves/seer/baner. I pick the characters that fit best the scenes I have in mind, whatever their roles. Good hunting!

As the night comes, the village slowly retracts into silence. The snow that has been threatening to fall finally comes, and doors and windows are shut tight against the cold. By midnight, a howling wind comes and the snowstorm once again hits hard. Light from some windows cast shadows on the street, and sometimes odd shapes can be seen almost lurking in the dark paths. With morning, there comes a shriek. "Not Annie again... not every morning..." mutters widow Pearson, closing her door after making sure that her old poplar tree had resisted well to one more storm. However, the first shriek is followed by others, and shouts for help. Some men run towards the back of Craig's stables, and then a boy darts towards the sheriff's office. Lillen hugs Karel, the youngest of the barmaids, who cries histerically. "Calm down, Kari. It's over. The sheriff will take care of it, and doctor Mason is coming to take the body." The girl sobs, Lillen patting her arm with a frown while trying to get another peek at the body of Mark, the village drunk. "Those are claw marks." Lillen turns, startled by Leif's voice. "I've seen them enough in the past. Mark has been attacked by some beast. Winter must be making them bold." Adam shakes his head, standing up from where he had been kneeling by the body. "Claws, yeah. Beast, surely. But not a common beast. See the tracks." People turn to where the former hunter/woodsman points, and see clearly a set of odd tracks. "I have just once seen something like that. Together with this." He opens his hand, showing strands of odd-colored fur. "Werebeasts." A murmur spreads quickly, and some comments can be heard. "Werebeasts? They're dead!" "It's been more than 40 years since the last one was caught in the heart of the forest!" "There must be a pack of wolves around the village!" "A pack of wolves, maybe. But this was a solitary kill." Leif looks at Adam, then at the sheriff. "I see no tracks coming to the body... just leaving. The ground has been trampled, sure, but no animal track can be identified anywhere except those going back to the forest." As realization comes, the sheriff nods. "You might be right. My father thought he had seen the last of them, but we might be harboring werebeasts among us." ~~~~~~~~~ OOC: Mark, the town drunk, has been found dead. Werebeasts lurk among you. It's Day Phase, and you have 48 hours from this post's timestamp (Wednesday around 8pm EST) to vote one of you out. Please, state your vote clearly in an OOC line at the end of your post. There's a list of players in the first post of this thread. Keep an eye on the OOC thread, too. Good hunting!!

Lillen's an NPC. Feel free to interact with her; she's a barmaid at Leif's tavern. A cute, black-haired no-nonsense kind of girl, with eyes that change color from hazel to light green depending on weather and mood. She's in her early 20's.

Lillen walks briskly through the streets, nodding here and there for some people who wave a her. The cold gives her cheeks a rosy tint, and her eyes gleam a deep green this morning. Her long black hair is loose, falling below her shoulderblades, but soon it will be held in a pony tail - as Leif like his barmaids looking neat. She enters the smithy, greeting Adam warmly while John examines the nails. "Good morning, Adam. Mother sends this to you." She hands him a package, the smell of fresh home-made bread teasing everyone's noses. "Thank you, Lillen. And thank your mother, please." Adam smiles, and turns to John as he's paying for the nails he had chosen. "You should come to the tavern, John. With this weather, I'm sure Leif is having a good stew being prepared. It's always nice to have something hot in your stomach to start a day." She includes Tsal in the invitation by looking at him and smiling. The boy grins back in silence as Lillen completes, "and you too, Tsal. You look like you need some food in you." Leaving the smitly, Lillen crosses Annie's path soon after waving to Granny Jammeez. Frowning a bit and forcing a smile on her lips, she nods a good morning to girl, who barely looks at her. Lillen sighs. She's such a pretty girl... it's a shame her parents have no idea of what to do about her. Shaking her head, she heards someone calling her name. "Good morning, Mr. Churnstone. Coming to the tavern?" He nods, adjusting his steps to hers. "Something hot would be good, I think. Is Leif preparing that wonderful stew?" "Probably, Mr. Churnstone. Ah, I'm sorry... you can go on to the tavern, it must be open already. I have to get a couple of things for Mother..." Waving amiably to Nathaniel, she enters Joseph's store for a quick shopping. "Heya Joseph, how are things?" It's just a few minutes later that she enters the tavern, being greeted by Leif. "Sorry for being late, Leif... mother wanted me to hand in some bread to Adam, and get some yarn at Joseph's."

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YAY! Finally....! *hugs Panther warmly* It didn't hurt to sign up, did it? Don't worry, it's not possible to mess up a WW game if you keep RPing And I'm usually very protective of new players, too... *goes update her first post*

Not open at all - specially considering that all my writing is in English... or, that I started writing in English because it assured privacy.

(lol ) Quick, quantify Quincunx's quiet query!