There was some disagreement during the now-familiar discussions today. Ultimately, though, HeilMewTwo was led up to the gallows. As he fell, a faint golden glow appeared around him, but it vanished into thin air when his neck snapped.
As the townsfolk returned to their homes, a freak bolt of lightning out of the gloom struck Strikingwolf's house. This time, he didn't get out in time. When the flames died down, there wasn't much left of his body- but it was clear that he had some serious fangs.
By this time, nearly the entire town was badly sleep-deprived, and some even managed to sleep through the incessant howling. A few of those that didn't, however, heard some frustrated yelps and barks mixed in with the near-constant howling when the full moon was almost directly overhead.
That morning, oddly enough, nobody turned up missing. The wolves had, for some reason, not taken anyone. Maybe they gave up on Thraben in search of a more lucrative source of meat?
- HeilMewTwo was lynched! He was a Midvast Protector!
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- Strikingwolf was smited! He was a Servant of Markov!
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- The wolfkill was blocked by a Hollowhenge Spirit!