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McCaber · 10-20-2009, 10:00 AM

A new day had begun and ended, and the villagers felt it was time to deliver some Innsmouth justice. Nerwen and Inziladun had follow the blood trails from the fight last night, but only one of those had led anywhere. Pitchwife traced the wolfpack using arcane methods and hidden rites, and he quickly had an answer.

When the two angry mobs met in the street outside Lairen Shadow's house, they were prepared. Torches, wooden stakes, religious symbols, silvered weapons, wolfsbane, shotguns, machetes, garlic, molotovs, and the like. Why take any chances with this?

Two swift kicks and the door was down. Craydon and Hakon were the first ones into the house. They found Lairen sitting on her bed nursing a grievous wound on her shoulder. From the elbow down her arm was still a massive furry paw.

"Alright, let's do this," she wearily said. She tried to shift into her werewolf form, but she only got halfway before she collapsed on the floor. Two Molotov cocktails sailed through the windows and shattered. The villagers quickly made an exit, and they tried to bar the door.

They tried, but they were no match for a werewolf on fire. Lairen exploded out of the wooden doors and took the fight to the mobs. Even with one useless hand she was an impressive force. No villagers died in the fight, but that was more a testament to Innsmouth resilience than to the wolf's lack of strength. She clawed her way straight to Pitchwife, who could only stare at her advance. She made it to his feet before all the punishment she took finally ended her.

And the village began to celebrate.

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]
Lairen Shadow, Innsmouth denizen [werewolf]

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
Brinn, Innsmouth denizen

10-20-2009, 10:00 AM	#517
McCaber Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Skyrim, again. Posts: 820	A new day had begun and ended, and the villagers felt it was time to deliver some Innsmouth justice. Nerwen and Inziladun had follow the blood trails from the fight last night, but only one of those had led anywhere. Pitchwife traced the wolfpack using arcane methods and hidden rites, and he quickly had an answer. When the two angry mobs met in the street outside Lairen Shadow's house, they were prepared. Torches, wooden stakes, religious symbols, silvered weapons, wolfsbane, shotguns, machetes, garlic, molotovs, and the like. Why take any chances with this? Two swift kicks and the door was down. Craydon and Hakon were the first ones into the house. They found Lairen sitting on her bed nursing a grievous wound on her shoulder. From the elbow down her arm was still a massive furry paw. "Alright, let's do this," she wearily said. She tried to shift into her werewolf form, but she only got halfway before she collapsed on the floor. Two Molotov cocktails sailed through the windows and shattered. The villagers quickly made an exit, and they tried to bar the door. They tried, but they were no match for a werewolf on fire. Lairen exploded out of the wooden doors and took the fight to the mobs. Even with one useless hand she was an impressive force. No villagers died in the fight, but that was more a testament to Innsmouth resilience than to the wolf's lack of strength. She clawed her way straight to Pitchwife, who could only stare at her advance. She made it to his feet before all the punishment she took finally ended her. And the village began to celebrate. 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] Lairen Shadow, Innsmouth denizen [werewolf] 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 Brinn, Innsmouth denizen __________________ Werewolves vs. Fishmen. The battle of the century. Last edited by McCaber; 10-20-2009 at 11:08 AM.