Chandrasekhar
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Slowly, wearily, the Magistrate of Castle Animus hobbled over to the enormous window of his office. The morning sun had a dull shine that failed to warm the Magistrate's aching bones. The blizzard had calmed down a bit, he noticed, but snow still fell, and the landscape was blanketed in white. With a sigh, the Magistrate turned from his contemplation of the unseasonable weather, just in time to hear something outside his door.
A heavy noise - the floor of the outside hallway was buckling under some great weight. There was a crash as the priceless vase on a pedestal outside the office was carelessly knocked over and shattered. The noises stopped outside the Magistrate's office for a moment, and then, there was a low growl...
The double doors exploded inwards, and standing in the entryway was a huge creature, covered in fur and standing on two legs, but hunched over, its claws held in front of it. Its gaze was animalistic, enraged, yet undeniably somehow human. The Magistrate surveyed it across his desk. "Have you come to turn yourself in?" He asked the question calmly.
A few early risers outside the castle heard a great crash, and all eyes turned to the window of the Magistrate's office. The window shattered, and the black-robed form of the Magistrate himself flew out it as through thrown, falling several stories to hit the ground with a sickening crunch. But all eyes were on the shattered window - standing in it, the enormous form of the beast could be seen. It was a werewolf.
Slowly, the beast disappeared back into the hallway. For the next few hours, everyone still sleeping was woken from their rooms, roused to try and track down the werewolf. But the beast had already reverted to its human form - a headcount revealed that everyone was present.
Or almost everyone - when the Carpenter's room was investigated, he was nowhere to be found. He wasn't anywhere else in the castle, either. There was just a small spatter of blood on the floor, presumably his. With no corpse to be found, the manner of death could only be guessed at, but it was clear that there was a killer in the castle entirely separate from the werewolf.
The castle already has a gallows and a jail constructed for dealing with criminals. Neither has been used in a long time. Since the killings, everyone has eyed the gallows in particular uneasily. With the castle snowed in, the only way to escape the killers will be to find them out during the day and lynch them. Still, some cling to the futile hope that this can be resolved peacefully. This first day might not end in a lynching.
It is Day One!
Players, place your votes!
Lynching requires two thirds of all cast votes!
Public posting is open!
Night falls in 48 hours!
Morning One
Slowly, wearily, the Magistrate of Castle Animus hobbled over to the enormous window of his office. The morning sun had a dull shine that failed to warm the Magistrate's aching bones. The blizzard had calmed down a bit, he noticed, but snow still fell, and the landscape was blanketed in white. With a sigh, the Magistrate turned from his contemplation of the unseasonable weather, just in time to hear something outside his door.
A heavy noise - the floor of the outside hallway was buckling under some great weight. There was a crash as the priceless vase on a pedestal outside the office was carelessly knocked over and shattered. The noises stopped outside the Magistrate's office for a moment, and then, there was a low growl...
The double doors exploded inwards, and standing in the entryway was a huge creature, covered in fur and standing on two legs, but hunched over, its claws held in front of it. Its gaze was animalistic, enraged, yet undeniably somehow human. The Magistrate surveyed it across his desk. "Have you come to turn yourself in?" He asked the question calmly.
A few early risers outside the castle heard a great crash, and all eyes turned to the window of the Magistrate's office. The window shattered, and the black-robed form of the Magistrate himself flew out it as through thrown, falling several stories to hit the ground with a sickening crunch. But all eyes were on the shattered window - standing in it, the enormous form of the beast could be seen. It was a werewolf.
Slowly, the beast disappeared back into the hallway. For the next few hours, everyone still sleeping was woken from their rooms, roused to try and track down the werewolf. But the beast had already reverted to its human form - a headcount revealed that everyone was present.
Or almost everyone - when the Carpenter's room was investigated, he was nowhere to be found. He wasn't anywhere else in the castle, either. There was just a small spatter of blood on the floor, presumably his. With no corpse to be found, the manner of death could only be guessed at, but it was clear that there was a killer in the castle entirely separate from the werewolf.
The castle already has a gallows and a jail constructed for dealing with criminals. Neither has been used in a long time. Since the killings, everyone has eyed the gallows in particular uneasily. With the castle snowed in, the only way to escape the killers will be to find them out during the day and lynch them. Still, some cling to the futile hope that this can be resolved peacefully. This first day might not end in a lynching.
It is Day One!
Players, place your votes!
Lynching requires two thirds of all cast votes!
Public posting is open!
Night falls in 48 hours!
