Night Five Has Ended.
The mayor nervously surveyed the crowd. His control was slipping. He could feel it. Nothing can better unhinge a crowd than the dramatic swings between supreme elation and absolute despair. Jman bagged three wolves in a row. The village was in celebration. And then the wolves proved that they could be just as good at finding targets.
Wquist had always kept mostly to himself. Gifted with the power of foresight, he served briefly as scry to the people of New Prosperity. However, his most recent visions informed him that his time was just about out. Being so well acquainted with the workings of fate, wquist did nothing to try and avoid his inevitable future. Instead, he tried his best to prepare himself for his impending doom, and communicate what he had recently found.
Wquist was interested by the death of Snail at the town hall. What had he been doing there? What did his notes mean? And, like Snail, wquist had been on the verge of figuring out something huge. Something behind the werewolf crisis. A terrible truth wquist would piece together when he looked into the eyes of the beast themself and found a familiar face. Everything snapped in place.
But wquist's findings, like in the case of Snail, mostly died with him. But of course, mostly was an intentionally chosen word in this case. Wquist did leave a small morsel behind. Another clue for the general populace. On the far wall of his study, Wquist had arranged a series of news clippings and photographs. In large red writing he wrote the words "Founding Members. One of them must know."
The mayor now prepared to speak.
"Citizens and friends...
I understand this news might be hard to take. After so great a streak of luck, it can be hard to face the cold bite of death and despair. But please, for the sake of our community, do not lose hope. Wquist and Cosine worked to discover our enemies, a task they would give their lives for. To lose hope in our cause would mean that these men died for nothing. That they sacrificed themselves for a moot cause. And I, for one, will not allow that day to come.
"I still see good in this town. I still see a potential for us to triumph over the forces of evil, and to come out as a strong community united in trust. But this future cannot be obtained if we abandon our hope in favor of despair and darkness. No success has ever been attained without the fullest cooperation of its participants. And it is for this reason that I plead you to not falter in our search for justice. These 'men' will be found. They will be brought before the death they have caused and forced to look upon the lives they've ruined. And, when all is said and done, they will be executed before the crowd they have so terribly affected.
"This, I can promise you. If we stand resolute, these traitors can fall. Let not this tragedy confuse you in our direction. Justice is still on the way. These traitors will pay for what they've done."
A few citizens threw flowers the grave of Wquist the Scry. Several cried. "We're absolutely blind!!" one citizen ventured to yell out, and countless more echoed agreement back. The mayor could feel the disorder rising like the bile he could taste in the back of his throat. But he wouldn't loose control now. Especially not now, when he was most needed. Things would turn out alright. He was real good at telling himself that. Things would be alright.
Day Six Now Begins.
You've got 24 hours to get lynching. Also, please note that Snail now has the reins until i return in a few days time. Please send all role PM's to him. If you'd like, you can send it to me as well, as i still keep a log of everything. Just make sure he gets a copy.
With that being said, it's been a pleasure serving as mod to you all for the first part of the game, and I wish you the best of luck over the upcoming few days.