Post by Calanria on Oct 8, 2012 17:36:35 GMT -5
Remaining Players:
Aersoldorf (Werewolf)
Elite (Villagers)
Gunny (Villagers)
Markanite (Werewolf)
Randomain (Villagers)
Tyraniak (Werewolf)
The Dead:
Apamicia (Werewolf, killed Night 1)
Barry (Alpha Werewolf, killed Night 2)
Javatania (Werewolf, lynched Day 3)
Firstaria (Werewolf, killed Night 3)
Nox (Werewolf, killed by Villagers Day 4)
Boltor (Werewolf, killed Night 4)
Malecia (Werewolf Defender, killed by Villagers Day 5)
Surdra (Archangel, killed Night 5)
Hoodhat (Rebel, died as result of Archangel's death Night 5)
Our story begins with fourteen hapless villagers traveling through a dark, dank forest near the hour of midnight. Having missed their boat for the return trip to Grub Island, the villagers are forced to search for a suitable place to camp out for the night.
The town elder grumbles as he follows the stranger who currently leads the townies to what he says will be suitable shelter. The stranger refused to give his name, only referring to himself as "Archangel." He'd rather not have begun to follow Archangel, but Archangel was the only native of the forest they could find... There really was no other choice.
At the stroke of midnight, the clouds in the night sky part to reveal a full moon. All of the group grow quiet, each of them remembering the horror stories passed down through generations about the nightlife of the island.
As if to validate these folk tales, three of the villagers suddenly morph into hideous, furry beasts, snarling and snapping at the heels of the innocents. Panicking, the group dashes into the forest, every man running for his own life.
Just as the werewolves are about to take their first victim in a forest clearing, a flash of light emanates from the depths of the forest. The werewolves, morphed back into their human forms, and the villagers hit the ground in the clearing, unconscious. All have fainted except for Archangel, looking at his handiwork with pride. "Now the fun can begin," muses the old native. He places a strange amulet around the neck of one of the villagers and chooses a spot near the middle of the clearing to nap until dawn.
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Dawn breaks with sunlight filtering through the trees. One by one the villagers and werewolves regain consciousness and realize something... strange about themselves.
Former villagers have a difficult time of stabbing their own tongues with their incredibly sharp teeth. They all have the strange urge to plop down on the ground and howl to the tops of the trees.
The former werewolves stare at each other in horror as they no longer feel the power of their previous state. They have been stripped of all power.
The individual wearing Archangel's amulet feels strange, as if his fate is tied to that of another.
The former town chief basks in a newfound feeling of absolute power; whatever changed last night, he enjoys it.
Archangel looks upon the scene with hidden delight, making sure to mask the glee at the werewolves' and villagers' predicament.
"And thus the cycle begins anew," he thinks to himself.
Elite (Villagers)
Gunny (Villagers)
Randomain (Villagers)
The Dead:
Our story begins with fourteen hapless villagers traveling through a dark, dank forest near the hour of midnight. Having missed their boat for the return trip to Grub Island, the villagers are forced to search for a suitable place to camp out for the night.
The town elder grumbles as he follows the stranger who currently leads the townies to what he says will be suitable shelter. The stranger refused to give his name, only referring to himself as "Archangel." He'd rather not have begun to follow Archangel, but Archangel was the only native of the forest they could find... There really was no other choice.
At the stroke of midnight, the clouds in the night sky part to reveal a full moon. All of the group grow quiet, each of them remembering the horror stories passed down through generations about the nightlife of the island.
As if to validate these folk tales, three of the villagers suddenly morph into hideous, furry beasts, snarling and snapping at the heels of the innocents. Panicking, the group dashes into the forest, every man running for his own life.
Just as the werewolves are about to take their first victim in a forest clearing, a flash of light emanates from the depths of the forest. The werewolves, morphed back into their human forms, and the villagers hit the ground in the clearing, unconscious. All have fainted except for Archangel, looking at his handiwork with pride. "Now the fun can begin," muses the old native. He places a strange amulet around the neck of one of the villagers and chooses a spot near the middle of the clearing to nap until dawn.
________________
Dawn breaks with sunlight filtering through the trees. One by one the villagers and werewolves regain consciousness and realize something... strange about themselves.
Former villagers have a difficult time of stabbing their own tongues with their incredibly sharp teeth. They all have the strange urge to plop down on the ground and howl to the tops of the trees.
The former werewolves stare at each other in horror as they no longer feel the power of their previous state. They have been stripped of all power.
The individual wearing Archangel's amulet feels strange, as if his fate is tied to that of another.
The former town chief basks in a newfound feeling of absolute power; whatever changed last night, he enjoys it.
Archangel looks upon the scene with hidden delight, making sure to mask the glee at the werewolves' and villagers' predicament.
"And thus the cycle begins anew," he thinks to himself.