[tab]No one sleeps at night in Foxford. Instead every door is barred, and every innocent villager hides in the shadows of their homes. For those that survive, the nights are full of imagined sounds and distant animals noises that sound more ominious since the werewolves arrived.
[tab]But not tonight. There is a crash so loud that everyone thinks the werewolves are coming through their own door. But the houses aren't touched. Instead you hear a low growl and a drunken challenge.
[tab]"What are .. come on! Killed my Sonne, the only nice one!"
[tab]You peek out of your houses and see Village Idiot Corlindale running through the village with a gleaming sword in his hand. Spirits stretch from the sword, the souls of those killed by it, and the reach for and surface the sword comes near. Gripping walls, a rain barrel, a tree only to be pulled back when Corlindale whips the sword the other way.
[tab]Two werewolves stalk the drunk, growling and leading him back into the village square, where they will have more room to maneuver. You briefly consider rushing out to help, but the werewolves glance at those peeking from your windows, and you are unable to overcome your fear.
[tab]Maybe if the Hunter was still alive, he could do something. Maybe with that sword Corlindale will be able to fight them off. Maybe...
[tab]When the werewolves get him into the village square they circle him. Corlindale is blubbering about the butterflies and Sonne when they leap. The sword moves on its own, as if to counter the attack, but Corlindales leg gives out and he tumbles backwards into the mud. One of the werewolves easily bats the sword aside, and the other sinks his teeth into Corlindales throat. The two feast, tearing him apart as you watch from your windows. He never stood a chance and you are suddenly happy, and very guilty, that you did nothing but watch.
[tab]After they have fed one of the werewolves picks up the discarded sword. Then, with a howl they both dissapear with it into the night.
[tab]Safe for a few hours you allow yourself to sleep and your dreams are full of dark shapes that hunt you and blue butterflies.
[tab]In the morning you hope that 2 villagers will be missing, that the werewovles would have left town now that they have the sword. But of the group only Corlindale is gone, the hunt continues. But it is day now, and you are the hunters and they are the prey.
[tab]You have 2 chances left, today and tomorrow. If you fail to get a werewolf in either day Foxford is done.