CCRunner
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Im here stated the man. Clad in a robe of shadows, nothing about him was visible save his face, and even that was partially concealed by a large hood. All around him, drunken men roared at nothing in particular and brawled with the slightest provocation. This man was a clear exceptionhis attention remained focused on the only form in the room less visible than he.
Good. You are aware of what this entails I presume? And why we are fighting?
It entails death. Does the reason matter?
Very much so. Let me tell you a little story. For centuries this nation, if you could call it that, has looked upon men such as yourself as being merely second rate. Your brethren and mine were struck down for no crime but being normal. These wizards have been murdering for generationsnow its our turn. Eight years ago I led the only mixed race unit in the conventional army in a revolt. We killed hundreds and lost more. Forced to flee to the outskirts of nowhere, we waited. Time after time, we struck and instantly melted away into the night. The man paused for a second, remembering his countless fights But in time, men on both sides sought an end. That is why we are hereto end this fight. This peace conference is a farce, both sides know that. But we shall teach them not to underestimate us. We shall kill.
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By the time the old man had finished speaking, a loud roar erupted not fifty yards away in the town hall. Every person in the hall rose as one and dashed over to the source of the noise. They were just in time to catch a glimpse of a furry, man sized creature dashing away and the visage of the still living mayor clamped firmly in its jaws. It was immediately clear to everyone that enemy infiltrators were not the only threat to their safety.
Welcome to Night of the Werewolves XXVI: Children of Kylorin!