Inevitably, darkness intruded onto this idyllic scene, a darkness that was both real and metaphorical. The anticipated storm rushed in as the sun began to set, and for several minutes it poured mercilessly. Soon the rain died down to a steady, cold sprinkle, though this was more than enough to make everyone prefer to huddle inside their huts or beneath whatever other makeshift shelter they could find. Somewhere, wolves howled, giving them more reason to shiver, and a pall seemed to hang over the valley. Something was not as it should be.
The dawn broke still chilly, grey, and damp, fog lying thickly in the village. Almost instantly, the inhabitants realized something bizarre had happened. One little hut, that belonging to Nisien, one of their best hunters, was marked with some strange substance that glowed a very faint green. Inside, Nisien lay on his bed, his body as shriveled and shrunken as though he had died of old age overnight.
All knew the stories. These were clear signs that the Bean sídhe had chosen to haunt them, and they would have to decide quickly who they should trust, lest they all be destroyed utterly.
There are 8 Keltoi, 1 Seanacha (Seer), 1 Niadh Nask (Champion), 1 Druí, and 3 Bean sídhe.
[NB: Voting for the first person to be removed begins now. The top vote-getter will be turned out into the woods, to survive if possible. The night roles (Seanacha, Niadh Nask, and Bean sídhe) will happen on the next night, followed by another player being cast out, etc. Choose wisely!]