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After the rush of the werewolf battle, Pitchwife spent one last night preparing. The dreams were his, after all, and it was clear what would happen tonight. He used the first of the hours to fill the church with music it had never heard and never will again.
Once he was in the right frame of mind, he finished his tasks.
The whole town was silent by the time the church door opened. Pitchwife rose from the pew he was praying in and turned to face his assailant. "So, it's finally time then. Come in, my friend, " he said calmly.
The werewolf slowly moved into the sanctuary. He stood a moment in shock. This was not the church he remembered. Someone had carved strange signs and painted sigils onto the walls and floor.
Pitchwife continued speaking. "I see you enjoy my work. It's not as good as what your brother the Saucepan Man would have done, but it should suffice. Come closer, into the light. I promise I won't harm you."
"You presume I need such a promise?" the wolf snarled at him. "There's not a thing you can do to hurt me." And he increased his speed.
When he entered the circle of torches, he was stopped dead in his tracks. Pitchwife stepped into the center of an eldritch symbol (almost like three question marks smashed together) and began chanting in forgotten tongues. The creature got angrier and angrier, but could neither move his paw nor drown out the man's words.
The chant reached a fever pitch. Despite his burning rage, the wolf was still anchored to the ground. His hair stood on end and his vision began to blur yellow. Pitchwife had stretched forth his arms and lifted a few inches off the ground. And he made a final cry of "Iä Carcosa quid fecit Rex Fulvata HASTUR!"
The room was flooded with golden light. When the wolf opened his eyes, Pitchwife was gone and the church was undefiled. He gave a snort and left the building.
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]
Kitanna, Innsmouth denizen [ordinary villager]
Loslote, humble seamstress [ordinary villager]
Lairen Shadow, Innsmouth denizen [werewolf]
Pitchwife, heretical organist [Dreamer]
The Living:
Inziladun, fisherman
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
Brinn, Innsmouth denizen
DAY 5 IS BEFORE YOU. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS.
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