The once grand city of Fornost Erain has long decayed into complete ruin. Over the years, the empty stones became home to many a creature. The Breelanders and other peaceful folk tells stories of the horrors that live at Deadmen's Dike, as the place became known. For many years the creatures prospered, until a vicious gang came down from the mountains. They were werewolves, shapeshifters. In the night, they slaughtered and hid the good ghouls and wights and mewlips and took their shape in the day, and planned to murder all the local residents one by one. But little did they know that among the simple creatures lived those with power to thwart them- and yet there also lived one who would do much to be accepted into their group.
NIGHT ONE BEGINS. WOLVES MAY TALK AMONGST THEMSELVES. SEER MAY DREAM. ALL OTHERS REST (special roles - just please confirm by PM that you got the role from the second round).
Living Players:
Inzil- surprise creature
Rune - slightly unsettling fox
Nerwen - Barrow Wight
Sally - Boo Joe, a teacup Pomeranian with abnormally sharp teeth and a Napoleon complex
Boro - a warg bred for a single purpose, never being on time
Lalaith - fell voice on the air
Pitch - undead vampire bat
Huinesoron - inverted gorcrow
Morsul - demigorgon
Shasta
Tally:
2 wolves (definitely not 3, as I almost had it!)
8 innocents: Moon Moon, Seer, Ranger, 5 ordos
Edit: for those unsure about the deadline, this post was made 22 minutes late, after DL.