Evening Two
The public outcry was swift and strong. Villager after villager turned on their once loved priest nearly unanimously. All were in agreementEkolite was to be killed for his alleged involvement in the death of the mayor, the farmer, and the shaman. There was one minor problem thoughnot one person was willing to be the executioner.
Its not my job after all claimed one of the soldiers Im supposed to protect you all, not kill people! The other soldier also offered excuses
What do you mean an excuse! My leg is broken for gods sake! yelled out the injured z4ckdabeast. And so every person in the village from the knight (Hed dirty my armor!) to the apprentice (La la la, Im not listening!) gave their reason as to why they shouldnt be the to strike the final blow with one notable exception. The hunter was not present and just as everyone was beginning to notice that fact, one voice rose above the others
Ill do it then
The problem was, this voice didnt originate in the mob that had formed nor from the absent hunterthis one came from the priest. With a roar he broke the chains that held him and leaped into the crowd, transforming as he moved. The form of a werewolf now stood in the middle of the assembled people and he clearly had murder on his mind. The wolf drew himself up to full height and raised his paw, claws extended. But just as it reached its zenith he abruptly brought it to his chest where an arrow now protruded. Ekolite collapsed to the ground, dead
Feeling relieved they had caught one of the killers that stalked their village and that at least one of them had just escaped certain doom, they gave the Knife of Alazkan to the golem Sepuku and the gold to the old veteran KingMorgan, then walked off towards their beds.
It is now night!
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