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Come now friendth, let uth not make a mockery of the detheathed. Letth make a thteak and kidney pie inthtead. He would have wanted that (motht likely out of thomeone elthe).

 

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I can ear an owlin on da winds again. The beasts are oot in ferce tonoight. I'm so scared i wants me mam. Thinks oi needs to ide in teh aystacks again out int farmer field. Or else in is barn with tah pitch ferk. Oi dont feel saves no longer. oim gerrin chilly in me wellies.

 

Now all we have left is a "Sloppy Joe"!

I can't wait till I get to reveal who was who at the end of the game!

 

I'll be heading over to the blackthmith tonight. He's got fire and lotth of tharp things there.

Barkeeper, can I get a couple of takeawayth?

 

O' mis'd my vote there. I think the right wolive there was 'anged. I'll sleep better in me bed, not worri'in bout me pigs.

 

I'll tek a firkin of dark please, and keep it away from t'forge, I'm not a liking it too warm.

T'wad appear that I've taken to long at the work today and missed the decision, all I can say is chops up, t'was a wondering why you didn't want a silver cleaver...

I'll be a sharpen'nin n setting tomorrow fer free for all those that wants a lil extra protection, jus bring anything you want done 'round, that includes kitchin knifes and I've even been known to sharpening up the old pitchforks if required. How you doing all the way out there ole Farmer Ludd, nice n quiet is it ?

 

OOC: Sorry for the lateness of my reply, on Canadian time, will remember to leave the lappy in hibernation and check in the mornings!

 

We'll don't look o'er 'ere at me, I did ya a service gettin' out the way.

Grobby, what's that darn yappering raven o' yours say, did i' see anything? Who left late last night after a bit too much o' yer ale?

 

Sorry for the delay, guys.

Dawn has broken, and the Villagers assemble. The Sheriff is lying in the middle of the town square, ripped up. You all run over to him, and with his last breath (via PM to me ), he announces that he wants the Undertaker to take on the role of Therriff... er, I mean, Sheriff.

10 Villagers remain:
Sheriff/Undertaker Igor (nugget)
Blacksmith Greg (GSteer)
Twizzle the Village Idiot (twizzle)
Cumber the Minstrel (Cumberdale)
Maria the Fisherwoman (MLP)
"Honest Jonny" the Used Cart Salesman (JonnyMX)
Farmer Ludd (Luddym)
Col the Village Scribe (Col)
Grooby the Barkeep (AJ)
Mac the Town Drunk (zebulebu)

Lynched:
Estate Agent Eric (ericrollo)
Arro the Mysterious Traveler (Arroryn)
"Meaty Joe" the Butcher (cisco lab rat)

Killed by Werewolves:
Daz the Cobbler (dazza786)
Woodcutter Giddy (GiddyG)
Father Jim (jk2447)

The Witch has not healed or poisoned anyone yet.

 

Six are gone, ten remain.
Some are men, some inhumane.
The Digger takes the Sheriff's role
as God receives the Father's soul.


4TH LYNCHING

VOTES TO LYNCH:
Cumber the Minstrel - 6 (by Col, Jonny, Mac, Grooby, Igor x2)
Maria the Fisherworman - 2 (by Greg, Ludd)
Sheriff/Undertaker Igor - 1 (by Twizzle)

2 Villagers not yet voted:
Cumber the Minstrel (Cumberdale)
Maria the Fisherwoman (MLP)

 

A moity foin choice of Sheriff.
'Oo better to lead us in these troubled toims than someone who can bury us if we fail.
And one o' my foinest customers.

 

So nobody wants to vote to lynch anyone, eh? ;)

 

I shall just reiterate the advice I gave last time - and which you oafs chose to ignore. It's Cumber the Minstrel. Anyone with the remotest faculty of cool reasoning can see that...

 

Hmm. Oi'm thinkin' that you might be roit.
Sommink wrong with someone singin' aaall the toim.

Cumber it is. Get him lads!

 

Some of us have been in here all day...

Awful were the screams of that poor sheriff - as those inhumane beasts descended upon him. Thanks be to all of you, I spent the night once again in the town square. I care not to do that again - and I've never been fond of his annoying rhymes, so I'm voting with the crowd, and suggest that we hang Cumber the Minstrel

 

Dunno why youse all pickin da mistrel, 'is songs soothe moi ead when oi been thinkin hard. I reckon is that bloek taht loikes da dead, wassis name... the fella in black. oi cast moi vote fer igor da Undertker, spends too much time talkin ta da dead. Plue ee as good excuse to hide any remains from feedin toime. An ee good at diggin'

 

I's gettin' a bit concerned about yon fisherwoman, she ain't a shown sight no sound for many a day now, what's she hiding out there hidden 'mongst the smell of them fishies? My vote is fer 'er, Maria.

O'il tank ye Igor, that was a mighty fine gesture last night with the ale, sorry I din't leave much. Hic. Think I'll hold of the poundin' today what with the ole head feeling a bit mushy, but I'll be right as rain ag'in by fightin' time.

Good luck to ye Sherrith.