[Kath]

Kath had run from the woods back to the town, knowing she would be safe for the night if only she could get back to her house. Her foresight, skill with weapons and charms for protection had always served her well before, but tonight her foresight had shown Kath her own death, and she was determined to do all she could to help the village combat these monsters before then. Running inside she gathered everything she would need and headed back out.

Making sure not to wake anyone she pushed a small slip of paper under the door of one of the huts. There were no words on it, at least none that could be seen, but upon being read they would give the reader her gift of foresight, and that person would become a Seer. Under another she slipped the paper that would pass on her skill with weapons, in order that the reader would become a Hunter. Next the one that would pass on the ability to protect, to gain the role of a Ranger. Taking the last slip she hesitated. This was a wildcard, and she wasn’t sure whether to gift someone with it or not. While it could help the village immensely, it could also help the wolves. Hearing the howls getting closer, she quickly made a decision and pushed the slip under a door, knowing the occupant would soon have the gift of a Changeling.

Making her way back to her house Kath saw the wolves gathering outside. She stopped short but they had already smelt her. Turning back she ran to the centre of the small town where the notice board was, and hurriedly used the charcoal remaining from the night’s bonfire to scrawl a warning.

“Three werewolves walk among you, I have provided help, you know who you are.”

Before she could get any further a screech from above made her look up. An eagle was circling overhead with something gripped tightly in its talons. The growling behind her signified that the wolves had caught her, and she brought her gaze down to meet that of the largest beast. She steeled herself, waiting for the inevitable attack, sure she could find a way out once they leaped, but the first strike came from a place she had not anticipated. Something heavy landed on her head with an audible ‘thunk’ and both she and the object fell to the ground dazed. Unable to focus enough to stand she lay helplessly as the wolves mauled her stricken body under the watchful gaze of the turtle that had delivered the fatal blow from above. Closing her eyes, she prayed desperately that the villagers would find a way to defeat these fiends.



Night 1 ~ Kath, killed by a turtle in an aerial attack ~ Innocent.



Day 1 has now begun. Wolves stop PMing, villagers start talking.