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Night 4
The stars shone brighter than ever before upon the village of Upper Downsbury. The darkness that had been over the village for the past few days was lifted a little, and the spirits of the people rose.
All except for one. She ran, weeping through the silent dark streets of the village. Alonariel had fallen into despair as soon as she had heard of the wolves. For the last three days she had locked herself in her bedroom, and would not leave.
The village had learned of her unusual behaviour, and would have tried to help her, were it not for the larger, life-threatening problem at hand.
Tonight she had finally left her house, running in the streets. She aimed to go into the wilderness to die, for she had lost all hope in life.
But as she made her tearful way down a dark alley, three silent shadows met her in the blackness.
"Who are you?" she asked, in fear and uncertainty.
"We are the three remaining werewolves." answered one, who had stepped forwards from the darkness.
Alona's eyes appeared glazed for a moment, and she seemed to be looking into the distance. "Please, take my life. I do not want to live any longer. There is no point for me any more."
"Are you sure, because we were planning on..."
"Yes, I'm sure."
And she stood there perfectly still. "Just don't make it hurt too much."
The wolf grinned, and leapt forwards in the darkness. But Alonariel the Forsaken realised that he would not be true, and saw the glint of malice in his eyes. She took out a small dagger from her side, and plunged it straight into her heart.
She collapsed onto the cold, cobbled floor, and within a few seconds she was dead, her life extinguished.
The wolves feasted. They hadn’t even had to fight for this one. She had just done their job for them.
“Now, shouldn’t we go onto who we meant to kill this night?” said one of the wolves, shrouded in shadow.
“No, it’s too late. Look.” The second wolf pointed off into the distance. The sky in the East was beginning to lighten. Soon the colours would start shifting, and it would be day once more.
And soon, just before the hour of twilight, the werewolves transformed back into their human forms, ready to act like normal humans again. The three each went back to their homes, closed their doors, and prepared themselves for the day to come.
Living:
A Little Green- the village butcher
Boromir88- the village pig farmer
Brinniel- the village witch
Hakon- the village innkeeper
McCaber- chief (only) miner, head of miners' guild
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
wilwarin538- the village barmaid
The Dead
Kitanna- the village hermit - Seer
Mnemosyne- the village coquette - Innocent
Legate of Amon Lanc- the village broker - Innocent
Thinlómien- the village chief gardener - Innocent
Inziladun- the village brewer - Wolf
alonariel- the village blacksmith - Innocent (modfired)
Day 4 has begun. Resume posting, villagers of Upper Downsbury.
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