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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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The people woke up to find themselves alone in different parts of the town. Each of them hastily made their way to the town fountain, and there with their arms wrapped around each other lay Sleepy Ranger and The Ka. One of her legs had been severed below the knee and her body seemed to have been drained of all its blood. The blood in the fountain seemed to have risen in level but that wasn't all, the fountain also contained tufts of brown fur, colored red by the blood. Ka's hair was the only part of her that had any blood, it had been soaked in it. There was a note pinned into her forhead, "Werewolf." it read.
And at their feet (just three since Ka had one leg cut off) lay another note which read, "Well, well, well! You killed one of the traitors and on the first day! Would you like some candy to celebrate? Or maybe you'd prefer a leg!" As the villagers read this Ka's other leg exploded below the knee sending bits of flesh and bone splattering over all of them... but there was no blood, it had all been drained. The wind seemed to sigh as it travelled past the dead lovers, even in death together but one question lingered in everyones mind, "Why did she do it?" Nobody really had any time to ponder over it as the voice of their host exploded from the far end of the town, "Congratulations! You've killed a wolf! Hurrah, lets have a party! A pool party, you'll have to excuse the bloody color and the random tufts of fur floating around. Oh and please pay no heed to the two dead people over there." The fourteen people left looked from one to the other, they had killed a wolf but it seemed things had just gotten worse. "What?!? Nobody wants to party? So bad, too sad, just for that you can die." And one at a time they all fell asleep. --- Wolves and seers you may begin to PM. Ranger send me the name and Hunter you may choose who you want to now. Oh and on a sidenote I'll be out most of tomorrow so don't expect a reply till sometime around the deadline.
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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Fourteen fell asleep but only thirteen awoke the next morning. In front of the fountain (where once lay Sleepy and Ka, they had inexplicably vanished) lay LittleManPoet, left eye dangling out of its socket, his hair ripped off along with pieces of bone and little flecks of brain all over his face, but no blood. No, that was all in the fountain. His arms had been mutilated beyond recognition with cuts everywhere and having been twisted into a shape they were never supposed to have been. There was a note pinned into his right eye, "Innocent." it read. The thirteen survivors looked at each other as the madman's voice sounded, "Thirteen! Lucky number thirteen! That means tonight you're all in for a real surprise! All I'm going to say is you better think before you pull any of your tricks my dear seers, ranger and hunter!" The voice trailed off into its trademark laughter.
--- Day 2 may commence now.
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