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McCaber · 10-16-2009, 10:00 AM

The day began with confusion. Not one, but four of the villagers immediately claimed to have been gifted by Our Father Below. Pitchwife had made his dreams clear yesterday, while Morsul threw up a quick counterclaim before laughing and saying it was all a joke and we're all going to die alone and unloved. Hakon and wilwa both stepped up to argue that point using advanced theological theory, and before they knew it they had each claimed the priesthood.

A strange four-way standoff developed, with the rest of the village choosing the sides they wanted to prevail. This lasted for a time, with no real gains being made by any faction.

Until once again someone noticed that strange child simply staring at the sky. Shouts began to rise from the crowd. "There she goes again with her talk of how the ocean will be like tomorrow." "Yeah, doesn't she know that only the Father and his servants have that kind of power?" "We cannot let such an affront go unpunished, especially in the chosen city."

By this time, both priests were in favor of execution for heresy charges. The locals quickly agreed. Before anyone else could react, three of the Order's acolytes had already grabbed her. "'Follow me!," both the priests said. And so the procession moved off towards the Esoteric Order of Dagon.

The doors were thrown wide open, and the town marched in all the way to the holiest sanctum. After a short sermon of condemnation, a pit in the floor was opened. The few who dared to look inside lost a little bit of themselves and their lunches, and drew back as far as they could. The only sound anyone could hear was an animalistic cry of "Tekeli-li!" again and again. The girl was slowly moved towards the edge.

A push, a drop, a wet sort of crunch, and the pit was covered again. And so night fell.

The Dead:
McCaber, town drunk and general layabout [mod]
Saucepan Man, disturbed and disturbing artist [werewolf]
A Little Green, blind ex-soldier [ordinary villager]
Nienna, innocent child and meteorologist [ordinary villager]

The Living:
Inziladun, fisherman
Pitchwife, heretical organist
Loslote, humble seamstress
Hakon, Innsmouth denizen
wilwa, Innsmouth denizen
Nogrod, student of alternate cosmologies
Roa, Innsmouth physician (with everything that entails)
Craydon1, penniless drifter
Nerwen, last scion of a decadent dynasty
Legate, displaced scholar of the Pnakotic Shards
Morsul, quiet librarian
Kitanna, Innsmouth denizen
Lairen Shadow, Innsmouth denizen
Brinn, Innsmouth denizen

NIGHT 3, FOLKS. GIFTED AND WEREWOLVES, HAND OVER THE NAMES.

10-16-2009, 10:00 AM	#267
McCaber Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Skyrim, again. Posts: 820	The day began with confusion. Not one, but four of the villagers immediately claimed to have been gifted by Our Father Below. Pitchwife had made his dreams clear yesterday, while Morsul threw up a quick counterclaim before laughing and saying it was all a joke and we're all going to die alone and unloved. Hakon and wilwa both stepped up to argue that point using advanced theological theory, and before they knew it they had each claimed the priesthood. A strange four-way standoff developed, with the rest of the village choosing the sides they wanted to prevail. This lasted for a time, with no real gains being made by any faction. Until once again someone noticed that strange child simply staring at the sky. Shouts began to rise from the crowd. "There she goes again with her talk of how the ocean will be like tomorrow." "Yeah, doesn't she know that only the Father and his servants have that kind of power?" "We cannot let such an affront go unpunished, especially in the chosen city." By this time, both priests were in favor of execution for heresy charges. The locals quickly agreed. Before anyone else could react, three of the Order's acolytes had already grabbed her. "'Follow me!," both the priests said. And so the procession moved off towards the Esoteric Order of Dagon. The doors were thrown wide open, and the town marched in all the way to the holiest sanctum. After a short sermon of condemnation, a pit in the floor was opened. The few who dared to look inside lost a little bit of themselves and their lunches, and drew back as far as they could. The only sound anyone could hear was an animalistic cry of "Tekeli-li!" again and again. The girl was slowly moved towards the edge. A push, a drop, a wet sort of crunch, and the pit was covered again. And so night fell. The Dead: McCaber, town drunk and general layabout [mod] Saucepan Man, disturbed and disturbing artist [werewolf] A Little Green, blind ex-soldier [ordinary villager] Nienna, innocent child and meteorologist [ordinary villager] The Living: Inziladun, fisherman Pitchwife, heretical organist Loslote, humble seamstress Hakon, Innsmouth denizen wilwa, Innsmouth denizen Nogrod, student of alternate cosmologies Roa, Innsmouth physician (with everything that entails) Craydon1, penniless drifter Nerwen, last scion of a decadent dynasty Legate, displaced scholar of the Pnakotic Shards Morsul, quiet librarian Kitanna, Innsmouth denizen Lairen Shadow, Innsmouth denizen Brinn, Innsmouth denizen NIGHT 3, FOLKS. GIFTED AND WEREWOLVES, HAND OVER THE NAMES. __________________ Werewolves vs. Fishmen. The battle of the century. Last edited by McCaber; 10-16-2009 at 11:59 AM.