[Kitanna]

Shasta headed over to Kitanna's tavern first thing in the morning. He was ready for breakfast and gossip after a good night's sleep. To his surprise he found Wilwa standing in front of the tavern, surveying the door that had been ripped from its hinges.

“Door's broke,” she said.

“I can see that.” Shasta looked closer. The door lay useless in the dirt a few feet from the doorway. Deep gauges were cut into the wood, like claw marks, but what manner of beast could do such damage?

Nerwen sauntered up, eating an apple. “What's going on here?”

“Door's broke,” Wilwa repeated. Shasta shot her an annoyed look that went unnoticed.

Other villagers arrived to check the damage. None dared to go into the darkened tavern. Even with the sun shining brightly overhead and birds singing, it felt wrong inside. So instead everyone shuffled their feet and avoided eye contact.

Sick of waiting Sally spoke up, “Where's Kitanna?” There was a chorus of “I don't knows” and a lot of shoulder shrugging. “Did anyone go look for her?”

“I bet she's just playing a joke,” Legate said. He forced out a laugh, but no one joined him.

“Hello? Kit?” Sally called, sticking her head into the door frame. There was no response.

One by one the villagers stepped into tavern. Aganzir walked around opening the shutters to let in some light. She immediately wished she hadn't.

Kitanna, or what was left of her, was strewn about the floor. An eye was flung haphazardly onto the bar, her intestines were being used to tie some chairs together, her spleen was splattered against the wall. Her arm lay motionless on the floor, still clinging to her broom.

“Who would do such a thing?” McCaber demanded! “Now who's going to serve us ale?”

“There's only one force in this world capable of this sort of carnage,” Rikae said quietly. “Werewolves.”

The Living
Inziladun
satansaloser2005
McCaber
Legate of Amon Lanc
Rikae
Nerwen
Aganzir
wilwarin538
Shastanis Althreduin
A Little Green
Macalaure

The Dead
Kitanna – ripped apart Night 1

Day 1 has begun.