Werewolf III

[Remington]

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, the Oracle Speaks!


Enrico sat in his armchair as the fire died, with his back to the darkened doorway. He polished his gun as he waited; a .45 caliber pistol he had picked especially for tonight. He had know this night would come. What happened would be inevitable, he knew that, but he'd be damned if he couldn't make the bastard work for it.

The wind gusted, and the floorboards creaked. The generalissimo cracked his knuckles, muttered something under his breath. Enrico swung around and fired point blank into Wolf Xennas' chest, one after the other in a series of thunderclaps. Six times the gun fired, with each and every shot finding its mark. Xennas staggered back, blood trickling from his chest. It was enough to put down any mortal creature, but Xennas was not entirely mortal. The werewolf's look of surprise and pain flashed to bloody fury in an instant, and he roared in anger.

The Generalissimo stood.
"So that is how it is, then?" the doomed man muttered under his breath. "You wish to give Enrico a challenge?"
From beside his chair he picked up a sword; his sword. Made in his homeland and passed down to him by his dying grandfather; it was the most valuable thing he owned. He brandished it out at the foul beast with all the dignity and poise of his ancestors, the ancient Porn Kings of Bavaria.

"Is not an easy meal you are having tonight, wolf."

The Generalissimo's voice was as steady as his blade, and his eyes reflected the mirror shine of its steel.

'What are you waiting for? Come, and try. Enrico will make you bleed."

Xennas lunged as Enrico thrust, and the howls of Man and Beast resounded as one.






A single body was left for the villagers to find. One corpse, yet blood enough for two men.










Enrico Salazor has been killed by Wolf Xennas; he was the psychic. 14 players remain.

It is now daytime. The villagers have 24 hours to secure a lynch (7 votes required).

[Freeky]

Oh noez, Generalissimo sir! 

[Requia ☣]

He's just dodging taxes again.

Could have stuck around to tell us who the wolves are though 

[Triple Zero]

OH NOOO YOU GLORIOUS FAGGOT!!!

VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE

FUCKING WOLVES

IT'S ON BITCHES

[The Wizard]

(salute followed by groan eulogizing Enrico for his badassery in the face of incredible odds. Man deserves a medal)

[Rumckle]

Well, I'm going back to my old theory, that Pariah is a wolf.

So,
I vote to lynch Pariah.

Pariah - 1

[Requia ☣]

I'll go with that, been wanting to lynch him for a while.

I vote for Pariah.

Pariah -2

[Freeky]

I vote to lynch Pariah. 3

[Doktor Howl]

Pariah 4

I totally thought Monk was the psychic.

[Triple Zero]

I intend to go over the entire thread and hunt for clues before casting my vote.

Anyone know how many time we got? In hours, I'm not very good with timezones, I just got the hang of Boston/New York and such, which is -6 hours from me, but now you suddenly all shiften to mountain time and I am confused again.

[Freeky]

12, 13 hours left maybe?

[Remington]

12 hours.

[Dimocritus]

Is there any reason to suspect Pariah, or are we going on instinct here?

Sooo... we got moved to the ghetto, eh?

[Freeky]

Yep and yep.

[Chairman Risus]

Does anyone else suspect TGG for making the vote so difficult last time?