Rheinmetall
Interplanetary Assassin
"*Cough* I want to hear what farmer Tyrs has to say for his defence."
NOTW XXI: A Return to Foxford
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thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Day over in five minutes
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Evening One- a lucky guess
The Innkeeper struggled against the bonds that held him. His fat and jolly face, usually illuminated by the light of joviality, hospitality, and one drink to many was now pale and deathlike in fear. A cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and as he looked into the cold faces of some of the village, and the sympathy of the rest, he at last broke down and began pleading.
“please! Please don’t kill me. I’m just a simple man, serving you all for years. I loved Sonya like a daughter! Please!” this continued as the innkeeper was brought to the giant Oak in the middle of the village.
A noose hung from one of the branches, and, as the sun’s lower edge was swallowed by the Horizon, the Innkeeper’s head was passed through the noose.
The sun sank Quickly, and, with a final “please” the stool was kicked out from under him.
As the dying rays of the sun illuminated him, a transformation took place. His shrill “please” sank down to a feral growl. “Fools! you have killed only the weakest of us! Our will will be done. You’ll all sink under the terror of our reign.”
With a final convulsion, he died, taking the full shape of a Blooded werewolf.
The Innkeeper struggled against the bonds that held him. His fat and jolly face, usually illuminated by the light of joviality, hospitality, and one drink to many was now pale and deathlike in fear. A cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and as he looked into the cold faces of some of the village, and the sympathy of the rest, he at last broke down and began pleading.
“please! Please don’t kill me. I’m just a simple man, serving you all for years. I loved Sonya like a daughter! Please!” this continued as the innkeeper was brought to the giant Oak in the middle of the village.
A noose hung from one of the branches, and, as the sun’s lower edge was swallowed by the Horizon, the Innkeeper’s head was passed through the noose.
The sun sank Quickly, and, with a final “please” the stool was kicked out from under him.
As the dying rays of the sun illuminated him, a transformation took place. His shrill “please” sank down to a feral growl. “Fools! you have killed only the weakest of us! Our will will be done. You’ll all sink under the terror of our reign.”
With a final convulsion, he died, taking the full shape of a Blooded werewolf.
Spoiler :
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
It is now night
Night people and wolves, i need your stuff
Night people and wolves, i need your stuff
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
(OOC: i think in NOTW 3... by shear coincedence, the wolf there was the innkeeper, too...)
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
i don't remember... it's quite possible...
Chandrasekhar
Determined
{3 was my first game - I recall that we were still killing Hitti-Litti first as a tradition back then. Innkeeper PrinceScamp came after, and he was the wolf.}
Love
Deity
Well, i'll be away for a brewing conference (swimming camp) over the weekend so i will be without computer.
reverend oats
King
OCC- Wow, that was nice. Random D1 bandwaggoning is sometimes effective!
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Morning 2- Another Shock
The villagers awoke happy, knowing that they had killed one of the wolves… if one fell so easily, then how hard would it be to kill the rest?
Their enthusiasm was dampened somewhat when they saw the outside of the Tinker’s Caravan. The loyal Watchman, reverend oats, was dead, savaged. Though he must have died in sever pain, his face was peaceful and serene: he had died doing his duty, and to him, nothing was better than that.
Sobered, the Villagers examined the scene… Wolfish tracks appeared at the edge of the village square, and converged towards the Tinker’s hut. There, a few scratches on the door of the caravan indicated that they tried to break inside. There, according to the tracks, they had been set upon by the Watchman…
Voting is now open
The villagers awoke happy, knowing that they had killed one of the wolves… if one fell so easily, then how hard would it be to kill the rest?
Their enthusiasm was dampened somewhat when they saw the outside of the Tinker’s Caravan. The loyal Watchman, reverend oats, was dead, savaged. Though he must have died in sever pain, his face was peaceful and serene: he had died doing his duty, and to him, nothing was better than that.
Sobered, the Villagers examined the scene… Wolfish tracks appeared at the edge of the village square, and converged towards the Tinker’s hut. There, a few scratches on the door of the caravan indicated that they tried to break inside. There, according to the tracks, they had been set upon by the Watchman…
Spoiler :
Voting is now open
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
Hmmmm, he had not spoken at all yesterday, so it seems purely random choice by the wolves. There is no evidence, so the votes shall be random today. I seek no part in anything that is not based on facts.
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
Neither do I.
Sorry, I apparently was too busy playing with my cats yesterday.
Sorry, I apparently was too busy playing with my cats yesterday.
The sounds of the metal clanging punched the townspeople in the face.
With tears in her eyes, the Tinker was applying herself to her creation--and gradually it took shape. A piece of scrap medal formed the shield wall. A long, twisted piece of iron made his spear, which was very, very long and compensated for the generally beat-up twisted look that the statue hade. It was the Watch, of course.
The Tinker placed the diminutive man in front of her house, the first piece of decoration that wasn't completely hideous she had ever deigned to beautify her house with.
There was never going to be one of the Innkeeper. Instead, a sign had took his place before the Watchman where his statue would have been.
"Death to all Wolves," was hammered in, singed red with blood.
With tears in her eyes, the Tinker was applying herself to her creation--and gradually it took shape. A piece of scrap medal formed the shield wall. A long, twisted piece of iron made his spear, which was very, very long and compensated for the generally beat-up twisted look that the statue hade. It was the Watch, of course.
The Tinker placed the diminutive man in front of her house, the first piece of decoration that wasn't completely hideous she had ever deigned to beautify her house with.
There was never going to be one of the Innkeeper. Instead, a sign had took his place before the Watchman where his statue would have been.
"Death to all Wolves," was hammered in, singed red with blood.
J-man
Deity
I think Jhoniten is innocent and that seems like a very wolfish accusation Mergle.
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I guess wrong I was then...
I will hold my accusation until later when I am in better shapes...
I will hold my accusation until later when I am in better shapes...
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
I also think Jhoniten is innocent. But BananaLee has a point about Adrogans being a wolf. After all, he made an accusation early based on whether he spoke up or not.
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