Night of the Werewolves XXV: Border of Life

Yes, but Tolis is playing the silent game, so you can say that he is active.

Indeed, the evidence against Tolis is pretty damning.

If you don't want to speak, then pretty soon you'll never have the chance again.

Maybe a little time in the jail would make Tolis a little more talkative.

time for Tolis to pay the price of silence

The beggar looks at the deadly blade of the blademaster and fears what it could do to him. Yet everyone else is blaming him, so he should be okay. That is, so long as his spirit doesn't come after him. Blademaster Tolis and then the beggar cowers in fear, hoping to not receive his ire.

Voting closed as of 16 minutes ago. The update will be going up later today. I'm going to be changing the update time by a few hours to fit my new schedule.

Evening Two​

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The second day was very different from the first. With the whole castle clearly threatened by the night's killers, the innocents knew that they'd need to take the matter into their own hands. Everyone but the imprisoned Jester showed up to voice their support... with one exception.

The Blademaster, Tolis, had spent the day alone in his room, practicing the sword forms ceaselessly. His wooden sword twirled with impossible speed and precision, awing the first few people to come and retrieve him for his fate. The Hunter was the first one able to work up the nerve to walk up and tell him to come down and die. The Blademaster gave him and the others an icy stare, then nodded once. Apparently he had heard the verdict through the window.

The Lord was waiting by the gallows, and the rope had already been thrown over the beam, the noose tied and waiting. The Blademaster led himself up the steps and onto the platform, and put the noose over his head. If the Lord was dismayed by his complacence, he didn't show it. With a straight face, he announced that the Blademaster had been sentenced to die, and pulled the lever.

The Blademaster fell, and his neck snapped instantly as the rope was pulled tight. The crowd held its breath, but the corpse remained inert.His belongings would be searched tomorrow.

Next, the items would need to be dealt with. The Lord had easily received the majority vote for the Key to the Studio, which once belonged to the Painter. He held it up and announced this, but before he could go off and investigate the locked room, there was another item that needed to be distributed.

The Staff of Lugus was the day's biggest point of contention, and while most of the castle's denizens didn't speak up either way, the Cook and the Groundskeeper both had strong claims for its ownership. Eventually, the Cook was forced to back down, and the Groundskeeper picked it up with a sort of surly triumph. Nodding in satisfaction, the Groundskeeper returned to his room, and the crowd dispersed soon after that. The day's business was concluded. Night's darkness fell on the castle.



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Morning Three​

A woman's scream broke the cold twilight, when the edge of the sun was just barely visible over the horizon. At first, most of the castle's denizens tried to ignore the noise, pulling up their covers as though they wanted to catch a few more minutes of sleep. No one was able to rest with death hanging over their head, though, and the innocents slowly trickled into the courtyard.

The Miller was kneeling in the courtyard, cradling the mangled Fisherman's, MooseWarrior's head in her lap. No one could maintain an optimistic attitude in the face of her obvious despair. When she noticed the growing crowd, her lips could only mouth the word "werewolf." The Butler gently led her away at the Lord's bidding, and the Healer hesitantly knelt next to the body, before sighing and shaking her head.Eventually, as the sun finally rose above the distant horizon, everyone, including the unsteady Miller, was gathered into the courtyard for another headcount. Only then did the castle realize that there was another missing. It was the Lutist, BananaLee.His room was again empty, only a small smear of blood marking his former presence. The Fiddler and the Harpsichordist turned and fled the room as soon as the Lutist's fate was clear - he had been not only their fellow musician, but also their brother.

During the night, a light, wet snow had begun to fall. It melted in the hair and streaked the face with wetness. The sense of loss in the castle was palpable. To fight these enemies was to risk death. The only thing that kept the innocents going was the knowledge that to surrender would be an even more certain death. Underlying the sadness was a firm determination.

On that note, there were items to be distributed. The Blademaster had owned a more fearsome weapon than the wooden practice sword he had been using before his death. His Mithril Longsword was etched in strange runes and had a presence that suggested it was no mere piece of metal.

The Lutist's instrument of choice was also left without an owner, after his death. It was a fine Lute, with a tone that sent shivers down the spine of all who heard it.

It is Day Three!
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Oops, one thing I forgot to put in the writeup: The Jester has been released from prison, as her time of imprisonment is up.

Bugger....

Nictel, the Historian the longsword. He may find the meaning to the runes etched on the sword

I'll take the lute. It gets lonely all in my jail cell at night, especially now that my friend the jester has left me. Besides, I'm sure his siblings wouldn't want to be reminded of his horrible death all the time. I promise I'll play softly. None of you will have to grieve this terrible event any more than necessary.

The Maid begins cleaning the blood up, forensics and investigations be damned.

The lute should go to one of the siblings...it's only right.

I think it only fitting that the Paladin, PrinceScamp should guard the Longsword. This seems safest to me.

Why, Oh Why !
Oh brother were art thou now ?

After fiddling a few sad notes and shedding a few tears, the fiddler regains his composure.

It is only right that I should get the lute as a legacy of my brother, that is unless my other brother wants it too.

I shall take the Mithril Longsword, I think it will be much better in the hands of a warrior of good than a book worming historian who can barely lift it (no offense).

The lute can go to one of the poor Lutist's siblings, or perhaps the bard can sue it to augement his singing? I shall wait for the harpischordist's reply before deciding.

I believe that I should take the Mithral Sword. I could use it very well against these Wolves. I was taught in the ways of the Axe, Sword, Hammer, all of it. Being of the Clan you must be able to use anything as a weapon in order to survive those around you...