After giving an almost pitying look to the Initiate,rhawn, whose bizarre rant had landed him in trouble, Ymmaps turned back to Autolycus. Hissing softly at the Archer, the kitten made his scariest face:
Spoiler:
If it wasn't such a silly idea, one might think that the feisty feline had an issue with those who drop a flimsy accusation and then skulk off to hide in the shadows as bandwagons ensue...
As usual in these tales, most everyone was clueless here on the first day after the Tyrant's day. A cat urinated on several people's feet and made scary faces. Some claimed it was a werecat. The GM thought it was cute.
The main thing is, no one was lynched.
Just like in the Mars Attacks! Mafia, there's more than half the abilities not sent tonight. 24-hour extension, folks… don't make me institute a permanent 48-hour Night phase.
Things were quiet at the ruined citadel where our protagonists were now imprisoned, except for a few strikes of magical thunder across the area and the sound of a werewolf gruesomely murdering someone. Oh, that, yes. The town eventually awoke (after the werewolf had left the scene, just in case) and proceeded to examine the remains of the poor swordsman landlubber.
It was concluded that
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