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Edward suggested a silver knife-a shallow cut on the arm should prove the same results.

Failing that, it may behoove us to have Brother Himmeldenker bless the villagers in turn. It is well known the hounds of hell can not abide by blessed water.

It appears as if we have a tie in lynching votes.

If you vote me in as Braumeister you can trust me to make the right decision.

Aye, I will not support that Timothy holds a blood letting. Such an act is entirely unholy. Imagine it, all of the villagers of our town together cutting ourselves with a cruel dagger. It makes a man such as myself shiver. Tsk, and who are we to trust that any knife presented is neither some devilsh instrument (the Bishop himself lost his own blade not last week in curious circumstance), nor would it have been smelted from that batch of Fool's Silver that that dishonest trader was carrying on him (the fool must have been thinking that we'd be clambering for his wares with all this talk of mystical beasts about).

Come the morrow he and I shall attend the Bishop. Let us hope that the waters remain as pure as they were before these troubles.

D-USA, Edward, I will offer my vote to whichever one of you joins me in my request to lynch McMcalla. He has refused every silver test brought before the village, and has proven himself a threat. I only want to see us live, and I fear he may be our undoing. Make the right choice, and you have my vote.

Mr. Dakka has proven himself the most suspicious to me. He wishes to kill the man that could heal us all.

Mutilating ourselves with metal that might not even be silver serves no purpose when we should be harvesting.

One dead villager is less of a burden than a town crippled by tetanus!

Oh, and gentlefolk, you may call me....Mr. White... ;-)

Even more than this unknown murderer, I fear condemning a man to die simply to secure a vote. I fear not only for my immortal soul from the possible foulness of such an act, but also fear that it shall be I whom hangs from the accursed rope on the next day for using a man's life to further any aims to aid in the Count's request I may have.

Sterilize it with fire. Dammit guys, everyone knows werewolves abhor silver. I'll take a small scratch to ensure our survival. I agree, it's better (safer) than the bullet. My brewmaster vote still goes to whoever helps lynch he who protests the silver test the loudest.

This is not the time to be murdering one another based upon hearsay. Paranoia may have taken some, but I would hope that the rest of us remain our calm selves (not alike those drunkards of Dakkadorf. We only take servings of ale thrice a day!). Though without the aid of the Count's men in such matters it may fall to ourselves to deal with such matters if this murderer is still afoot.

Should we begin to cast our votes to murder one another purely for personal gain what would become of our town? Would we fear our neighbours and cast accusation upon another at the slightest provocation? At this time Lammheim remains prosperous, I'll hear no more talk of murdering one another. For those who demand one another's heads I leave it to you to contemplate your own intentions, lest it be known to your brothers that you would murder those you have lived with all your lives like the chaff we've been tasked to cleave.

There is still talk of this outlaw in our lands. With both he and a murder abouts should we really be turning on another so soon whilst there are more corporeal dangers to face?

What proof do you have that it is even silver? A fake knife could be used to cover the tracks of the real wolf.

Wolf Conversion Therapy (WCT) is the only known therapy to cure a werewolf, and we have a licensed practitioner in our village. I have seen the parchment on his wall and the link that he has forged at the tower while studying this craft!

Sure, a knife might expose the wolf if it is indeed made of silver, and it would surely kill him. But WCT would cure him and leave him as a valuable member of society that can continue to assist us in our harvest.

The man that wishes death on the only person that can cure him is not a man that looks out for the best interest of this village.

That's why I must insist on the death of Mr. Dakka. If someone must die, it must be him. Unless we all take back our votes. But if we remain with this tie then vote for me as your Braumeister, and I will make sure that the right man sees justice.

All this talk of tie breaking, murder, and cutting. It has been a long day, gentlemen, and we are all high strung from the news of our neighboring town and this most unpleasant murder in our midsts. Perhaps we should adjourn and attend our duties to the Count before resting and meeting again in the morning to discuss this business and the issue with the outlaw?

I pray that we shall all have cooler heads after a pleasant eve's slumber.

I vote for D to get the man I believe deserves to be lynched. Even if we haven't used a knife, he has refused it at every junction. He protests too much. D, you have my vote to sway yours.

D-USA for brewmaster
Harvesting hops
Lynch McMcalla

We need to elect a Braumeister before nightfall, unless we want to be without ale in the morning.

What good is it to be alive, only to bear the wrath of the Count?

Edward has spoken with an even head this day. With the demands of our laird, I had my doubts that many of us would be up to the task of producing a fine ale for him. So, I hope that he may brew a beer with such a fine head on it as his own.

I vote that Platuan4th be our Bräumeister today, and that was done without even him putting one of his shiny blades to my throat.

I believe the Tallies here forth are correct, and I invite others to double check:

For Mr. Bobbington - Himself and Mr. Wastel
For Mr. Dakka - Himself
For Mr. Wastel - Mr. Mackey
For myself - Myself, Mr. White, Cmdr. Fettius, Mr. Fofistin, Mr. McMcalla, and Mr. Deschain

Abstaining - Brother Himmeldenker

End of Day One

There has been much debate throughout the day but, content in the merry toil of pastoral affairs, the productive Lammheimers lived up to the mild name of their Village and put none among them to death. But as Night throws her dark nets across the sky, the gentle folk are chilled to wonder who, if anyone, will be caught up by her savage servants.

Edward Platuan IV (Platuan4th) was narrowly elected Bräumeister after voting for himself. Herr Bräumeister, please PM me your intentions as to appointing a Guard (who appointed, appointed to guard whom). Since no one was lynched on Day One, I shall somewhat abbreviate Night One.

Beginning of Day Two

Perhaps there is something to the rumors about Dakkadorf after all.

Each among you can imagine that poor village, once blessed with laughter and the happy work of brewing fine beer but now deserted, laid to ruin and waste, the corpses of its former inhabitants decaying in the trees where their terrified neighbors hanged them or out in the streets and fields where someone ... or something awful ran them down and ... and ...

Such dark thoughts are the fruit of dread, grown out of the seeds sown only the night before. There were screams but no one dared go out of doors to see what the matter was. It's one thing to laugh off grim tales as superstitious nonsense in the bright, warm sun. But it's another thing altogether at night, when you're huddled up in the dark listening to a man being murdered somewhere close by.

Mighty Joe Dakka (a.k.a. motyak) has been killed. He was a Villager.

Four barrels of beer are stacked in the Bräuhaus, ready for the Count's own larder, and with a bushel of hops remaining.

Remember, Only the living may post during the Day phase!

See? I didn't vote for Mr. Dakka and he was a villager. I could be wrong about McMcalla, since I wasn't killed during the night...but I'm a cynical man. I still fully believe he's one of the wolves and my continued survival was used to draw me off the (apologies for the pun) scent. I'm watching you, McMcalla. -.-

The wolf might be waiting and trying to infect us all, although they would mean that we have a murderer among us.

What has this peaceful village done to deserve such a fate! I will continue to harvest hops to further our progress for our beloved Count (may he protect us in our time of need) and spend an hour before breaking the fast this morning in prayer and meditation with our Lord (may he give us courage and strength). Maybe he will give me a sign in these troubled times.

*enters the church and makes the sign of the cross with the holy water stored near the entrance*

Tis sad that the murderer has struck once more. We shall mourn Mr. Dakka as one of us. Let us all pray for him at mass this morn.

But there is also Great News™! Due to our combined efforts as a village, we were able to complete 4 barrels for our glorious Count!

To complement Mr. Bobbington's Hops, I shall harvest Barley this day.

I have but a single question to ask our dear Braumeister, who has indeed shown his skill in creating fine brews.

Did you appoint a guard last night?

-R. Deschain

So... Ah...

...

Uh... There is indeed a murderer in our midst!

I see no flames over Wastel's house, so I guess he just wanted a man to die yesterday without any of his own expense. What's this really over Wastel? Betsy's mine. I was the one that found her when she wandered into town all covered in those swirly symbols, and the Bishop right sanctified her too.

So, the cretin who killed that shifty out of towner's started hitting our folk now? Hmph, now I've seen how easy it is for ours to start baying for each other's blood, but last night showed that not one of us could carry through with that intent. Now I'm not one to play about with rumours, but that outlaw that's supposedly about, yeah, he might well be the one that's up to it. All that disgusting stuff with the bodies; could any of you rightly say that one of the friends you've known all your years (or days and weeks for you now folk, but ye have good families abroad I hear) could've done that? Something foul's taken root in our town, and I say we pry it out! ...Through all just and legal means available to us of course.

Today I shall attend the fields harvesting hops. Betsy's mighty spooked over what happened last night, but the poor girl should hold up today. Her mind's still in check, just, but she'll rest fine tonight at least.

Before that I'll be seeing the priest about a blessing though. Now I'm not a superstitious man, nor a very religious one, but if its serves to placate my fellows, needs must. Let's just hope that nobody's been spiking the water with none of that new beer that we've harvested like last year's affair. I suspect that the chapel'll be seeing a few visitors today, and not just for poor Dakka's funeral.

Aye, there was a guard posted last night. Sadly, he was in the process of guarding across town at the time of the attack and the ghastly deed was accomplished before he was able to arrive.

Whether twas a beast or not, he can not say for he never spied the individual what committed the act. Perhaps there is more reason and thought in these acts than a mere monster can call upon.

I will also harvest Hops.

And I would like to know if Moytak had any wenches, I invite them to spend the day and night with me.

GRAH...THIS MURDER MAKES ME ANGRY. THIS WILL BE ANOTHER DAKKADORF BEFORE LONG.

I WILL ANGRILY VOTE FOR EDWARD PLATUAN IV TO CONTINUE BREWING. FOUR BARRELS IS GOOD PROGRESS.

I WILL ALSO HARVEST HOPS BECAUSE I AM HOPPING MAD.

Alright, my fellow villagers. I've come up with a theory.

We brewed 4 barrels of the wet stuff, with a bushel of hops left over.

Now, let's see who harvested what:

Hops: Timothy Wastel (TTW), our Braumeister Edward Platuan IV, Mr. Mackey (Kronk), the dear departed Mighty Joe Dakka (Moytak), Mr. White (White Dragon), and Bob Bobbington (d-usa).
Barley- Roland Deschain (myself), Moaravius Fofistin (WarOne), Cody Fettius (mega_bassist), Brother Himmeldenker (JB), and Wilson McMcalla (wyrmalla).

Our dear Braumeister's harvest counts for naught (seeing as he is the Braumeister). That should've left us with an even five barrels of the fine stuff. Instead, we have four, with one bushel of hops left over.

You kind folks know what this means of course? One of our Barely harvesters wasn't actually harvesting, because he was either becoming the beast that feeds in the night, or he was hunting and murdering one of our fellow villagers.

Either way, there be a traitor amongst the barley.

-R. Deschain

Unless the barley harvester was appointed guard, would be also not harvest in that case?

 gunslingerpro wrote:


*snip*

-R. Deschain

Also keep in mind the posted guard also counts against the harvest.

EDIT: Good point Bob Bobbington.

 d-usa wrote:
Unless the barley harvester was appointed guard, would be also not harvest in that case?

Nay, good sir. The appointed guard cannot harvest today, as he needs to rest after last night's long watch. Unless, of course, I've misunderstood the Count.

As a side note:
I vote to keep Plantuan IV as Braumeister, he has passed my test.
I will harvest Barley, as we have four for Hops already.