Fellowship of the Dice

The game is afoot, Salem Witch Trials in colonial times. Our players for this round are (in Alpha Order).

Amaris
Apoctheosis
Bitom
Deadman
Grimbold
Illeveun
Nate
od
Tetnak
Wayloss

The private messages have been sent out. The game will start once I hear back from the sage. This game will follow all the same rules as Round 2 did, except do to the number of people there are three werewolves this time, one sage and one bodyguard.

Please post quickly to this game, once a day if possible to help keep the momentum going. Any questions, ask away or send me a PM

Od the the salem careptenter heads to the town square where he's been building the latest in a series of technologically innovative dunking chairs and a collection of nicely carved burning stakes.

Wayloss staggers into the town square, everyone knows drinking is a sin, but he's drunk as usual, though he always carries his crucifix and talks to it endlessly.
"Morning Od! Awfully bright out this mornin."

Bitom the schoolteacher slowly peruses the items of torture. "Hm... what do you have in the way of rulers and switches?"

Amaris the seamstress finishes her morning tea and settles into her workspace a sunny shop in the center of Salem.

Tet the preacher says, "PRAISE BE TO THE LORD!" with the rise of the sun.

Grimbold, the smith also greets the new morning with a smile.

Illeveun the tax collector comes out of his home, ready to see the day with whatever it may come with, walking with a ledger in hand to the town square.

Apoctheosis, the stable master, loiters around the square, the stables running themselves, 'cause that's what stablehands are for, and town gossip is more interesting.

"Preacherman! We be needing ur guidance! I saw witches sneaking about the village last night! There be witches in our midst!" He kisses his roserie as he implores the help of Tet.