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The first glint of sunlight broke over the ocean. The sky was a beautiful tint of watery gold, and it just feels like a perfect day.
When the early risers of the village made it into the streets, they noticed that the city was a bit wetter than usual. Everyone met in the central square to count off their numbers and see who didn't make it through the night.
To their surprise, it turned out that they were all still alive. This was a bit of a mystery, until Inziladun started walking towards the docks to work. He found a large group of watery footprints coming from the sea to the square. The curious villagers examined the cobblestones a little closer. The chinks of the pavement were caked with blood; some of it red and most of it a bluish green.
And the realization hit. For some reason it was here that the Water Brothers took a stand to defend their people. They really do care.
The Dead:
McCaber, town drunk and general layabout [mod]
Saucepan Man, disturbed and disturbing artist [werewolf]
A Little Green, blind ex-soldier [ordinary villager]
Nienna, innocent child and meteorologist [ordinary villager]
Kitanna, Innsmouth denizen [ordinary villager]
Loslote, humble seamstress [ordinary villager]
The Living:
Inziladun, fisherman
Pitchwife, heretical organist
Hakon, Innsmouth denizen
wilwa, Innsmouth denizen
Nogrod, student of alternate cosmologies
Roa, Innsmouth physician (with everything that entails)
Craydon1, penniless drifter
Nerwen, last scion of a decadent dynasty
Legate, displaced scholar of the Pnakotic Shards
Morsul, quiet librarian
Lairen Shadow, Innsmouth denizen
Brinn, Innsmouth denizen
IT IS NOW DAY 4. YOU KNOW THE DRILL.
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