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Exactly! And Mr. Mackey's wenches are particularly buxom.

 motyak wrote:
Who will join me in my quest to save the town from Mr. Mackey? Will you, Mr. Bobbington? Will you, Edward Platuan IV? Without your support and the support of others in this town in this endeavour, we will surely be lost!

M'kay, this is just foolish! We shouldn't be fighting each other and pointing fingers, mkay? The town has survived for dozens of years since the last out break, mkay? Don't you remember the crab people? Didn't we learn anything?

Mkay, that's about enough of that foolishness. The only person being aggressive here is the guy that drinks so much he urinates beer. What does that tell us class? mkay?

 motyak wrote:
Exactly! And Mr. Mackey's wenches are particularly buxom.

OOC: fething awesome!

Bah, you superstitous lot! A werewolf?! Such creatures are just the stuff of mother's stories and the ledgers of phony monks. This is no work of some supernatural beast, but rather some unhinged plebian willing to use such a ruse to cover their own foul deeds. Nae, I, Mr Wilson McMcalla say to you my foolish brethren, take the higher path and ignore such nonsence. Carry on with your lives as you would, tilling your fields and aquanting yourselves with your pigs and other loved ones. That dead man probably performed that horrible mutilation upon himself anyhow. Youknow how queer those out of townsfolk are with their money grabbing tactics.

I shall tend to the barley, like all good citizens of Lammheim should do. We have a tally to make, and our laird has a terrible wrath.

I vote that the trader's body be exumed and lynched again. None of the fine folk of Lammheim have brokered the need for the short drop on this day.

I withold my vote for Braumeister. That said, I'm not above a bit of persuasion should one of you upstanding folk send any fine and willing wenchfolk my way (or one of Edward's blades finds its way to my throat...).

So I head to the fields with my only and dearest friend Betsy. She's a fine ox and with her auspices it shall be a fine harvest today, fit to put the mead of Dakkadorf to shame!

Wyrmalla, I believe that I can offer you the services of Mr. Mackey as a wench. Mr. Mackey, I will withdraw my request for you to be lynched (for now) if you...persuade...Wyrmalla to vote for me as braumeister! What say you fine sir?

My woman's not a prostitute, mkay. Prostitution is bad, mkay. Just like drugs are bad.

I'm going back to harvesting hops and ignoring this foolishness!

Despite clarification, there seems to be some confusion about lynching.

There is no such thing, formally speaking, as voting against lynching altogether. These are desperate times. A "vote" for no lynch doesn't count for anything but rhetoric.

So for example:

If player Y votes that player X be lynched and three other players vote that there be no lynch (and there are no other votes), player X will be lynched.

If player Y votes that player X be lynched and player X votes that player Y be lynched (and there are no other votes), there is a tie and no lynch UNLESS either of player X or Y is elected Braumaster, in which case he breaks the tie.

Given the apparent confusion, I shall extend this Day phase until 1800 EST.

*Pops his head up from between the hops plants*

Could we get a current count of lynch votes kind sir?

*Goes back to harvesting, dreaming of a time when he gets to brew the best beer this village has ever tasted*

 d-usa wrote:
Could we get a current count of lynch votes kind sir?

The current Count vests that responsibility in his subjects.

Just on the off chance I am unavailable at the end of the day, I am harvesting hops. I am not voting for a braumeister, as I am in the runnings and find it unfair to vote for myself. I am holding off on the lynching unless some form of proof is brought forward.

Mighty Joe Dakka,

I beseech ye to spare the life of poor Mr. Mackey. We know not whether he be an innocent or a fell beast but we might know more in a day or two.

If ye spare him, I will cast my vote for ye as the Braumeister.

In any case, I will pray for poor Mr. Mackey.

--- Brother Himmeldenker

Since a vote has been cast, and someone is now bound to die unless it is taken back, I voice my vote to lynch Mighty Joe Dakka.

He is the only one that has voiced a desire to bring death upon this village, which I find suspicious. Is his blood-lust showing itself even when he is not in his wolf form? Is he so scared that the counseling sessions might reveal him for what he really is, so he plots the death of the only mental health professional this town has ever seen?

If he can show that he is willing to give treatment a chance, then I will withdraw my vote. But until then, I find his behavior most suspicious and in the interest of the safety of this village I vote for his death.

I shall also continue to vote for myself for Braumeister while harvesting hops in the service of whoever gets elected.

D, while Mackey may be a bit slow, fear can be a powerful cause to request violence. It's not too suspicious, given the circumstances. I'm more wary of the person claiming there is nothing wrong...that terrifies me far more.

That sounds like the talk of an out of towner to me Mr Wastel. My family's lived in this village so long that the very fields that we're tilling are churning up their bones (admittedly with the laird's recent demands some of us have had to expand our fields into the local cemetery), but what of you?!

I say keep all of our heads down and work the crops. Better to fear ahem, cautiously respect real things like our dear leader, than figurative ones! It'll be our heads if we start decimating our workforce chasing after imaginative foes. So let us be content, I mean not one of us has died bar some trader (and I see that inexplicably goods from that man's cart have been appearing about my dear neighbour's homes since...). Betsy chipped a hoof last eve and I didn't hear nobody yelling werewolf then!

Everyone knows a man becomes a werewolf through a bite. Your family living here forever means naught. I've seen you sneaking out in the middle of the night, as our homes are not far away from each other. What have you been doing, going off into the woods? I fear you seek to lull us into a false sense of security. Edward! I will throw my full support behind you in being brew master if you trust me on this-Wyrmalla is trying to calm us into a false lull. Mackey may be insane, and he has terrible taste in sags, but he isn't actively trying to destroy us. I beg you, cast your lot in to have this "fureigner" hung like the dog he is! I have a change, mighty magistrate:

I harvest hops
I nominate to lynch the fureigner, Wyrmalla
I cast a vote for Edward to be brewmaster, ONLY if he stands by my suspicions of Wyrmalla

Think of our wives-do you want a wolf chowing down on your wife? I thought not-and even if he isn't a wolf, we've seen from Family Guy how the Brits view our women-don't let your wife be a "Lois".

We should perhaps be especially wary of outsiders these days. Rumors of beast worshiping cults in Dakkadorf? Perhaps this murder has a more natural, but no less unwholesome, source than we first suspected.

The condition of the body, though, is in such a state as to not discredit the theory of unholy monsters...

I count the tallies as such:

Mr. Wastel calls for lynching Mr. McMcalla

Mr. Bobbington calls for Mr. Dakka's head

Mr. Dakka wishes death brought upon Mr. Mackey

Anyone else wish to change their votes for a lynching?

Aye, twas found in a horrible state. A wholly natural reasoning would be that someone killed that poor man in the night and performed such horrible acts upon his remains! Perhaps there is indeed a murderer afoot, and a wholly natural one at that. Yes, an individual who has attempted to cover up their foul deeds by blaming them on a mythical scapegoat. Mr Wastel you say that you watched my home last night, the night of the murder I may add, and claimed you saw me wander from my slumber. Oh I did indeed leave, as I do every night since Betsy had her troubles, into her adjacent stall, something well known to mine brethren. That you would try and manipulate the actions of a caring companion to wrong foot the dear folks of Lammheim makes me question your intent Mr Wastel. I shant vote for your lynching as you so quickly did for me, for what lawful man slays another upon such disingenuous accusations? Aye, but I shant stoop to your level and watch your door this night Mr Wastel, I have an Ox to care for.

Ah, and here is where you stumble, villain! I said I have seen you going out at night into the woods-I did not say which night(s). You just openly admitted to leaving on the night of this grisly murder. Be wary, for I have come to trust one amongst you-he knows of my suspicions, and he has reached out to others as well-they know who they are. Should you lynch me to cover for yourself, he has the evidence and will avenge my sacrifice. I realize I am to die this night, by man or by beast, but it is a sacrifice I willingly accept to save my town. Should your attempts to lynch an innocent man not come to pass, I will wait up tonight in my home with a torch and I will burn my home to the ground to alert everyone. When they see you run out, they will know I am slain and who the culprit is. Stay back, devil, lest ye reveal yourself.

Edward, I call to you as a man who loves stouts as much as I, let us remove this creature and brew dark wonders for the Count!

I made no call for your murder Mr Wastel. Nae, it is you who repeats his demands for blood! Can I, a good man of Lammheim, not tend to my beast without being accused of murder? Mr Wastel presents lie upon lie about my actions, attempting to twist well dictated events for to full fill his own paranoid fantasies. Such a man has taken the unfortunate death of an out of towner, and used it as an opportunity to spark off treason and fear in our town. I had counted you as one to trust Mr Wastel, but these unfounded actions of yours present a change in you which I had not foreseen. On the morrow I would ask that you meet with the town apothecary, or would you freely admit to turn yourself to such black speech of your own will? I wouldn't believe our laird would be too pleased of this talk of murdering ones neighbours and burning down one's own home in these troubled times. With the trouble in Dakkadorf it would be ill omens for such circumstances to occur here...

And what is it that has you out at such hours to observe Herr McMcalla leaving for the woods? I do not wish to draw suspicion to yourself, but I wish to know as many facts as can be gathered surrounding the circumstances before I decide to condemn a man. I would rather not be known as a man ruled by his passions.

As well, the unfortunate previous Braumeister had been heard to lament the absence of so strong an Ox for carrying the barrels and harvests in, so there is evidence for that. And I'm not sure I can believe McMcalla would be willing to harm a creature he treats as dearly as a wife simply to throw off future accusations.

You have not called for it, but should my words ring true, I suspect my death will come this night. I asked for us all to accept a silver bullet, and gladly accept the first shot-I will even let another test to ensure the bullet is silver before firing it upon my own foot. None can doubt my loyalties after surviving such a shot. The magistrate has not decreed this to be an unjust act, and as such, it is allowed, as he has had the opportunity time and again to denounce it. Will you take the third bullet, after myself and Edward? I will personally assure that it is silver-for I suspect it won't merely wound you, but will slay you. If you survive the experience, you have my humblest apologies for being a better man than I, caring only for peace. But I suspect the bullet will cause you more distress than the rest of us.

Mr Wastrel I believe that a madness has taken you. Perhaps you had loved ones in Dakkadorf and the trouble there has upset you? With the prying need to fulfil the Count's order you suggest that you aught to shoot your own foot in order to prove you aren't some mystical beast? You ask for one man to die, whilst removing yourself from the leighbour force in our time of leave. If you aren't mad then you are at least a wretch who would desire others to work for your own gains as you spend the rest of your years and those of any others that are shot as cripples! You twist the laws which we live our lives by for your own gain, and assume that your fellow townsfolk will stand by idly? To be wounded in such times is to decree a death sentence upon a man. You may brazenly claim that you would survive a shot to the foot, but I have seen my own brother die to the mearest nick in service in the Count's own guard. So, you insult me and your fellow townsfolk, then consider them to follow in your insane plans?

The day may be growing late, but I would suggest that my poor, sick neighbour be put under watchful care on the morrow. I would not wish death upon such a troubled man, though this business with the out of towner is still fresh. Should he any ill will become of Mr Wastrel I, and my Ox, will be displeased indeed.

Where will this bullet be placed? Who will be the rifleman? Surely you don't believe us all to place our trust in you or each other to deliver the grisly test.

Do you all see? McMcalla refuses the bullet? Who but a werewolf would refuse this test? You have seen with your own eyes his refusal to submit to a test that would prove his innocence. I suggested the bullet in lieu of your lynching, and you have scoffed at it. Is it mad to offer a small (albeit painful) proof of your innocence? Yet you refuse.

Good townsfolk! Wyrmalla knows he has been caught and is attempting to protect himself, but each sentence he speaks further unravels his disguise. Don't be taken apart by him (literally, in this case).

White Dragon, I suggest you shoot yourself in the foot. It will be loaded with a single bullet at a time, so if you shoot someone else, your guilt is clear and you shall be taken and overpowered by the townfolk. Do you think me a fool to offer each person a gun capable of killing everyone at once?



edit, for I have missed McCalla's true name and have updated properly.

You would waste good silver shooting a me, yourself, and anyone else foolish enough to involve themselves in your game? Perhaps we should grind the metal into a fine powder and eat it with every meal, or better yet turn it to bread and let us die a slow death from poisoning? Lammheim is not as rich a village as you jest sir, nor would I suspect that any fair trader would buy such a bullet once it has been shot and covered in blue (and those of us who speak to the Bishop know that silver that has been touched with the blood of a man is surely cursed). Should we bankrupt Lammheim over your paranoia? No, but perhaps for the benefit of your own sanity I will play game. I suspect the Bishop would know of a means of detecting these mystical beasts that you image that does not require us to empty the town's treasury...

Continue to demand another man's blood and you will further close yourself off from your friends Timothy. We would care that you refrain from this bloodthirsty talk as a man killed in such a similar fashion's corpse barely cold in the ground. These are not times in which to have the townsfolk turning against one another. So shall we all recant our ill spoken words, and see that it is not the blades of the count's men which are falling upon our necks, before we are so quick for those blades to be our own? Do not usurp the stability that our village has cherished Timothy. Continue with this talk of self harm and murder and your friends may start to believe that it is not your fear and paranoia over one man's death that sets you upon these machinations. No, perhaps something much fouler may have taken rout with you. What do you do in your home as others sleep and you watch them? I believe our Bishop would look down on practices which call for such much blood, though the followers of an altogether more devilish and unhallowed creature may not be so judging.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, children! Guns are bad, mkay. And I will not sit here and listen to you talk about shooting each other in the foot, or leg, or face any longer!

Is it a waste if it ensures the survival of those of us who are human? Hardly. You can't take silver with you when you die, and I'd rather be poorer and alive, than a rich corpse. The townsfolk have seen your cries against my suggestions, they must decide for themselves. I don't desire an innocent man's death, but your "denial" of a beast, followed by your repeated refusal to partake in the surest way to prove guilt and innocence speaks for itself. I love my brothers, but I don't think I can count you among them. Come for me in the night, if they don't hang one of us. I will burn my house down around you. I probably taste better barbecued, after all.

While Mr. Wastel makes a very strong argument, I'll agree that shooting one's self may not be the best (or safest) idea! Surely, there must be another way to test? If not, we'll simply need more evidence to prove anything!

The one calling for the death of the only person certified in werewolf-conversion-therapy surely is the one with the most to fear from such therapy.

What more proof do you need!