*If werewolves weren’t enough trouble, further mysterious signs have manifested in Cecilton; the day grows short and darkness creeps across the land early, villagers have become strangely incoherent and inebriated, and the barman looks oddly happy. Hmm.
In a day in which civil discourse began to change to heated discussion, Rubystreak came under suspicion. The executioner, however, turned up late, and the villagers took matters into their own hands with a silver candlestick.*
Night falls.
Rubystreak, a werewolf, has been candlestick’d. Nice work, townies. Seer, GA, werewolves, votes in as soon as poss, please.
Just so everyone knows, I got back this afternoon from being the best man at my brother’s wedding, which required me to leave Friday morning. So that’s why I didn’t vote. No Internet access most of the time.
Here’s to our fallen friends, may they rest in peace. (Not sure what’s going on with Rysto there.) Those furry bastards cannot long hide from our vengeance, for we fight not only on the side of good, but on the side of awesome!