[Anguirel]

Originally Posted by Valesse

I don't know if I should feel a glow to that, Ang, as it seems those without village suspicion seem to be more often dismembered.

I was under the assumption that was who she was dreaming of the night of her death. I don't claim to know exactly how some of the gifted gifts work.

I, fortunately, do. Only Huntership and Cursedness are outside my ken of personal experience.

Many years ago-in the first recorded attack by werewolves on a village-my great-great-great-many-greats uncle, Sir Anguirel the Dastard, was, to our family's never-expiated shame, exposed as a wolf.

In a desperate attempt to atone for his uncle's crime, the Dastard's nephew, my great-great-many-greats-grand-father, swore upon his sword to protect the villagers of the land. He was slain fighting wolves soon afterwards disguised as a local blacksmith.

Our family's moment of glory came when the son of a junior line, Master Anguirel the Just, an itinerant justice, saved the fourth village to fall victim to a wolvish invasion, though he sacrificed his life for the cause. To this day the Anguirelli pray for his soul at our private chapel.

Much later, an illegitimate son of Lord Anguirel X, Anguirel "Wolfcloak", who had become a notoriously scurrilous bandit, fought 'gainst wolves at Tinseltown and though his efforts were vain, we still honour him as the bravest of our clan.

At Erbar Telemarth itself Sir Anguirel the Fair was foully lynched by the votes of wolves, but before he died he left his sword to a Hunter who quickly avenged his death with the enchanted blade. (The sword hangs on my mantelpiece to this day.)

At Shamville, a cousin of the hero Wolfcloak, a lowly jester, witnessed the horrors of that place of torture and helped drag it to its ruin, for though a villager he was as foolish as his profession suggests.

Rumour even has it that one member of our family, a bard, long ago infiltrated Tol-in-Gaurhoth itself, and brought back a strange story of wolves fighting among themselves.

I am the last of my line. And I do not intend to quail or surrender, young though I may be.

(ahem)

Enough of family history. The narration means nothing. tar need not necessarily have dreamed of Fea.

And as for your night-time safety, lady Valesse-you're a wolf. Feel better?