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Eönwë · 08-31-2009, 03:59 PM

As the rest of the village slept, there were some who stirred in the darkness. Four there were, who transformed in pain and anguish into the foul form of the Werewolf. Those four crept out of their houses and met in the village square. They stood there for a while, their powerful hearts thudding in the darkness.

---

There others too. One found that they had the ability to see into the hearts of others, and check what they were in the Night.

There were also two more. Both had been trained by the late Formendacil in secret, without the other knowing. To one, he had taught the art of hunting wolves, and to the other, the art of protecting people from the evil beasts. They would be ready...

---

As the wolves stood there in the square, they were filled with energy, and with the desire to kill. As they stood there, one of them spoke, "If we're going to do this, then we need to make it easier for ourselves. That Eönwë's scheme is going to make it much harder on us."

And so they formed a plan. Tonight, they would attack together, as one, but every night afterwards, while they all remained alive, the Werewolves would split into two groups of two to attack their unsuspecting victims.

There was still pitch blackness as the wolves, silent as the shadows of the night, crept upon their next target. Against the darkness, they were silhouetted, their figures picked out in the silver light of the moon.

They reached the house that they were looking for. It was one of the larger, more luxurious houses, second only to Nogrod's. They opened the gate and crept up to the door, blending in with the shadows. But as they reached the door, an arm from either side shot out to meet them. Armed with halberds, two Guards stepped forwards and crossed their weapons, blocking the way to the door.

"You shall not pass," they said, in unison.

"We are the werewolves," one werewolf said, "we will go wherever and kill whoever we please."

"You shall not pass," they said again.

"If you do not stand aside, we will kill you as well," said another of the lycanthropes.

"We move for no wolf," the Guards said, in unison.

"We do not wish to kill you, we just want to get past you to Eönwë," said one of the other wolves.

"Then you shall die," replied the Night Guards.

One wolf, believing this to be a bluff, charged forwards, claws and teeth at the ready.

In one fluid movement, one of the guards swing his weapon, and plunged it deep into his leg. The afflicted werewolf howled in pain.

"Run away, run away!" shouted one of the wolves, and soon the cry was echoed by them all.

"That... that really hurt!" said the wolf with the impaled leg.

"Don't worry," said another, "It will heal itself when you transform back"

"Ok, so from now on we do not mess with the Guards," said the maimed wolf, clutching his leg.

"Ok, so we will avoid them, but there will still be others to kill," said one of the uninjured wolves.

They each went back to their respective houses, and stayed there until daybreak, when they transformed back into normal-looking humans, which would have been impossible to believe could have been wolves that night if one had not seen them.

---

That morning, Eönwë once again called the village together.

"Last night," he began, "the wolves tried to attack me. But luckily, the Night Guards were there to save me. Though they attacked together, it does not mean that they will always do so. They will probably try many cruel ways to attack us in the night. We must be on our guard."

"Today, you, people of Upper Downsbury, must decide who will we be Guarded; and who you think is most likely to be a wolf. This person will be executed," there were gasps from the crowd "at dusk today."

"Let us begin."

Living:

The Mayor:
Eönwë

The Villagers:
A Little Green- the village butcher
alonariel- the village blacksmith
Boromir88- the village pig farmer
Brinniel- the village witch
Hakon- the village innkeeper
Inziladun- the village brewer
Kitanna- the village hermit
Legate of Amon Lanc- the village broker
McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild
Mnemosyne- the village coquette
Nerwen- a wandering minstrel
Nessa Telrunya- the village seamstress
Nienna- the village potter
Nilpaurion Felagund- the village fool
Nogrod- the retired bourgeois
Pitchwife- the village mason
satansaloser2005- The village librarian (Mistress of the books)
Shastanis Althreduin- the village apothecary
Thinlómien- the village chief gardener
wilwarin538- the village barmaid

Day 1 has now begun. You may now start posting.

08-31-2009, 03:59 PM	#3
Eönwë Flame Imperishable Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Right here Posts: 3,995	Night 1 As the rest of the village slept, there were some who stirred in the darkness. Four there were, who transformed in pain and anguish into the foul form of the Werewolf. Those four crept out of their houses and met in the village square. They stood there for a while, their powerful hearts thudding in the darkness. --- There others too. One found that they had the ability to see into the hearts of others, and check what they were in the Night. There were also two more. Both had been trained by the late Formendacil in secret, without the other knowing. To one, he had taught the art of hunting wolves, and to the other, the art of protecting people from the evil beasts. They would be ready... --- As the wolves stood there in the square, they were filled with energy, and with the desire to kill. As they stood there, one of them spoke, "If we're going to do this, then we need to make it easier for ourselves. That Eönwë's scheme is going to make it much harder on us." And so they formed a plan. Tonight, they would attack together, as one, but every night afterwards, while they all remained alive, the Werewolves would split into two groups of two to attack their unsuspecting victims. There was still pitch blackness as the wolves, silent as the shadows of the night, crept upon their next target. Against the darkness, they were silhouetted, their figures picked out in the silver light of the moon. They reached the house that they were looking for. It was one of the larger, more luxurious houses, second only to Nogrod's. They opened the gate and crept up to the door, blending in with the shadows. But as they reached the door, an arm from either side shot out to meet them. Armed with halberds, two Guards stepped forwards and crossed their weapons, blocking the way to the door. "You shall not pass," they said, in unison. "We are the werewolves," one werewolf said, "we will go wherever and kill whoever we please." "You shall not pass," they said again. "If you do not stand aside, we will kill you as well," said another of the lycanthropes. "We move for no wolf," the Guards said, in unison. "We do not wish to kill you, we just want to get past you to Eönwë," said one of the other wolves. "Then you shall die," replied the Night Guards. One wolf, believing this to be a bluff, charged forwards, claws and teeth at the ready. In one fluid movement, one of the guards swing his weapon, and plunged it deep into his leg. The afflicted werewolf howled in pain. "Run away, run away!" shouted one of the wolves, and soon the cry was echoed by them all. "That... that really hurt!" said the wolf with the impaled leg. "Don't worry," said another, "It will heal itself when you transform back" "Ok, so from now on we do not mess with the Guards," said the maimed wolf, clutching his leg. "Ok, so we will avoid them, but there will still be others to kill," said one of the uninjured wolves. They each went back to their respective houses, and stayed there until daybreak, when they transformed back into normal-looking humans, which would have been impossible to believe could have been wolves that night if one had not seen them. --- That morning, Eönwë once again called the village together. "Last night," he began, "the wolves tried to attack me. But luckily, the Night Guards were there to save me. Though they attacked together, it does not mean that they will always do so. They will probably try many cruel ways to attack us in the night. We must be on our guard." "Today, you, people of Upper Downsbury, must decide who will we be Guarded; and who you think is most likely to be a wolf. This person will be executed," there were gasps from the crowd "at dusk today." "Let us begin." Living: The Mayor: Eönwë The Villagers: A Little Green- the village butcher alonariel- the village blacksmith Boromir88- the village pig farmer Brinniel- the village witch Hakon- the village innkeeper Inziladun- the village brewer Kitanna- the village hermit Legate of Amon Lanc- the village broker McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild Mnemosyne- the village coquette Nerwen- a wandering minstrel Nessa Telrunya- the village seamstress Nienna- the village potter Nilpaurion Felagund- the village fool Nogrod- the retired bourgeois Pitchwife- the village mason satansaloser2005- The village librarian (Mistress of the books) Shastanis Althreduin- the village apothecary Thinlómien- the village chief gardener wilwarin538- the village barmaid Day 1 has now begun. You may now start posting. __________________ Welcome to the Barrow Do-owns Forum / Such a lovely place Last edited by Eönwë; 08-31-2009 at 05:51 PM.