[Nogrod]

The Night was not quiet. The wind didn’t stop as it usually did and the snow that seemed to penetrate every protection forced the rangers to wrap themselves tightly inside their blankets to get even an eyeful of sleep. Legate, Nienna and Fea were sitting as a group around a small fire while Boro and Valier tried to stay warm by walking in circles farther outside the camp trying to listen for any foul voices from the darkness.

At the evil hour just before the Daybreak three forms emerged from the darkness surrounding one of the sleepers, careful to avoid any eyes that could catch them in their mischief.

“Ready?” one hissed to his fellows.

“Ready…” another whispered back. The third one nodded.

The two revealed their flashing teeth in the darkness while the third jumped to their victim. He went for the head and jerked it violently forcing a cloth into his mouth and pressing his mouth shut with the crook of his arm. At the same time the two sank their teeth into his flesh ripping chunks out from the body. The victim was kicking and trying to wrestle himself out from the hold of the third wolf but to no avail. He was being eaten alive…

Suddenly there was an unwanted noise and all werewolves froze. Someone was walking there, too near. The three exchanged a quick look and disappeared back into the blizzard.

Macalaure had passed out for a second but as he shortly came back to his senses he yelled from pure horror and pain. It was not a nightmare, it was real! For a second he couldn’t believe it – but the pain reminded him of the reality. He was panting heavily. And then he snapped.

Disregarding the pain he stood up bleeding terribly, his bowels hanging out from his stomach.

“You don’t sneak to old Mac like that unpunished!” he bellowed and started determinately forwards carrying his unsheathed sword with him.

Many had awoken and the rest were awakening to the carnage.

“Inziladun! You coward! Fight like a man!” Mac continued and tried to hurry as he felt his powers to diminish. “I know you beast!”

A ranger had gotten near enough and tried to halt Macalaure but with his berserk rage no one could stop him – even if half of his innards were just following him in the snow behind him. With a powerful sweep of his arm he pushed the intruder away and reached Inzil who was just trying to rise up and grab his sword.

“Now here’s the return-ticket!” he yelled enraged as he cut Inzil’s head off with one blow.

There were four rangers leaping forwards to stop him and they managed to fell him down. But there was nothing for them to stop anymore. Mac was dead.

And Inzil was dead as well. Unchanged.

The blood coloured the snow but there was no sunrise to paint the colours.


The Living:

Fea
Nienna
Sally
Kath
Loslote
Valier
Greenie
Nerwen
Roa
Lommy
Boro
Legate
Gwath
Brinn


The Dead:

Nogrod (mod) - turned into a werewolf and butchered on N1.
Hakon (The Master Hunter) - stuck dead on D1.
Rune (Werewolf) - killed from the sword of the Master Hunter at the end of D1.
Macalaure (The Berserk Hunter) - eaten alive by the werewolves on N2.
Inzil (Ordinary Innocent) - decapitated by the Berserk Hunter on N2.


It's Day2 now.

Feel free to talk everyone.

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