Werewolves: New Blood

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Watari

Death! she thought. A death in our village? It cannot be!

She ran out of her cottage, towards the scene of the crime, and immediately turned away. The body seemed to be torn apart into many pieces, and there was blood everywhere. She glanced around the group of villagers that had gathered, and saw that suspicion in their eyes as they all started to mutter and whisper to each other. She knew that this death would cause much chaos, and did not want the town to turn on itself. I should say something--do something

But what?

She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, "We must find out who is responsible for the death of our friend." she said, in a shaking voice. She knew that she was but a seamstress, and her word did not count for much in the town, but she felt the need to continue, "If anyone has any information about how this happened, I urge you to come forth now!"

The Unholy Potato

The young merchant would be slow to emerge from his large, stone-brick and even once he did, the fear on his face was palpable. Nonetheless, he eventually joined the crowd which had gathered to observe the grisly scene. He seemed thoroughly unsettled by the remains, but thoroughly inspected it anyway, if from a distance, clearly hoping to find something. He eventually turned away looking disappointed and rather green, and wandered off for a short time, perhaps hoping to find some salve for his ill-settled stomach.

It was the seamstresses's cry that caught his attention once more, and he turned back to the huddle of villagers. The bravery which she demonstrated impressed him, and a for a moment he cursed himself, wishing that he could have been the person to make such a brave request. Then, the familiar warmth of his cowardice settled upon him, and he dismissed such a ridiculous thought. Still, he could at least offer his help.

"I will admit that I know nothing of this affair except that I feel that it would be foolhardy to attempt to act before more is understood of what is going on," he said nervously, glancing around at the others. "I would urge others to do the same, for now."

The Exiled

The cries of another female villager rang clearly in the shepherd's ears. She was started and ran out of her home in nothing but a cloth nightgown, holding her father's sword in both hands, as if half expecting a monster devouring her sheep. But they all remained in the pen, unharmed but strangely nervous and gathered as far from the scent of the slain villager as they could gather in the relative safety of the confined space. She panted with the effort of being so started, and lowered the sword now, stepping quietly to the edge of her property to get a better view of the woman who had shouted such frightening things.

Those strong, brown, shepherd's eyes already gazed upon the villager in accusation, as if she suspected the shouting was in all too obvious defense. The strewn remains of William, a kind neighbor and friend were at the seamstress's feet, and the shepherd spake in a tone so harsh for herself, even as she shook from the adrenaline of waking to these cries, and half expecting to fight for her life and her flock. Her hair, in its unruly state, shook in her anger for this death. "My only information is that the guilty dog barked first."

Ex68471

I ran into town at the sound of a female's shriek and pale at the grisly sight before me.

I fight back my gorge as I back away slowly. I never could take the sight of gore, that's why I let my brother take the family's butcher business and started a tannery.

Keeping my eyes averted from the carnage before me, I join the crowd.

"I can't say much, I generally sleep like a log." I step closer to the shepherd girl. "But if she says she heard it, then I'd believe her. Nothing better than a sheepgirl's ears for keeping track of wolves." I spit the last word out with disgust.
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GeekFury

He awoke to the scream even at the edge of the forest he culd hear it and with a shot he was out his door, grabbing the axe at his door as he went. By the time he arrived there was a crowd and he stood at the edge of it. "Whats happened? I heard a scream?" He panted looking at the faces of the village as he stood with axe over shoulder. He could feared the worse as he tried to look over his fellow villager to what they crowded around.

The Unholy Potato

The merchant grew even more perturbed by the reactions of his fellows, quickly bordering on panic. His shrill voice only barely made itself heard over the rising hubbub as he tried to suppress the quick-flying accusations before they became too heated to retract. "Friends, neighbors! We cannot let this madness overwhelm us. What has happened is terrible, but to act rashly now would only aid the forces arrayed against us. Please, we must wait and act with foresight and wisdom if we are to act at all!"

Albedo

The hunter emerged from the woods after hearing the screams. He had been out early hunting again, and found a mangled corpse of a deer. No Regular wolf would do this much damage to an animal. He thought to himself. He emerged from the woods and head towards the scream he heard. By the time he got there there was already a crowd of people huddled around the mangled remains of William.

"Oh no the wolves are attacking humans now?" He asked as he turned away from the torn up remains. "I've been finding torn up parts of dead animals in the woods for some time now, but I didn't think they would come into our village and attack us. Wolves don't usually do that. And they don't usually leave animal parts lying around as well. I don't know what could've done this I haven't seen a bear in these parts for years now." He scratches his head trying to look away from the bloody remains.

Lucius Cornelius

The blacksmith came out, a sword in his hands,
"brothers, sisters..
look at the size of his wounds, it was not a wolf who kill him, the ancient curse is over us, the bad omen are over us.
The killers are between us....."

he look around, looking their reacions.

Albedo

Looks at the Blacksmith.
"You believe one of us did this Blacksmith?" The hunter asks outraged.
"Why would one of us brutally murder William like that?"

The Exiled

The shepherd loses interest in the other villagers, and begins tending to her fields and her sheep. She has her daily chores, and they take priority despite the murder.

GeekFury

The woodsman seemed shocked but not suprised, he knew the rumours and it was starting to seem plausable. "Well when ya decide what to do, I'll be at my shack.. Axe in hand." He snorted heading back to his home.

VictoriaVale

Victoria watched from a distance as the other villagers huddled around the corpse of poor William. Having only arrived in the village a few days earlier, and with several flasks of wine as her only company, Victoria had kept pretty much to herself.  As she neared the group, the woman watched and observed the speculations and subtle insinuations fly... It was always the way when people got nervous, especially when there was a dead body to explain.


The Unholy Potato

The young man eventually withdrew from the huddle of neighbors, returning to the quiet and security of his home. Within a handful of hours, he reemerged, posting a small, neatly written note to the front of his door. It read as follows:


Friends and neighbors, though I am loathe to act with little other knowledge, I see no other recourse. I, personally, cannot believe that any mundane animal could be responsible for the carnage that we witnessed. William, though no sage, was a strong and canny man, and on the handful of occasions that I witnessed him encounter a wild beast it was the beast who fled in terror. To this end, I must offer my suspicion of the newest arrival to our fair village, VictoriaVale. This may seem like reckless xenophobia, but I would respectfully point out that before her arrival, we had never suffered any murders of this kind.

Please do not judge me poorly for this relatively ignorant action, nor believe me to be unshakeable in my belief. If the good Miss Vale or any other would wish to change my mind with information, evidence, or even pure rhetoric by which my mind might be changed, I welcome it.

Signed,
T. U. P.



For those confused by the effusive pedantry contained in the note, or even entirely incapable of reading, the merchant would explain. "Yes, indeed, I do believe that VictoriaVale to be the most suspicious among us," he stated, voice suggesting less certainty than his words would otherwise imply.

GeekFury

After reading the merchents note the woodsman snorted, silly man. He muttered to himself as he walked back from the store to hick shack. "Aye, right.. Myself I never trusted that AncientMaster fella seems to shifts. Aye AncientMaster seems more likely to be the killer, bloody clergy."

The Exiled

The shepherd seemed to feel calmed for having completed her chores, and yet, as her flock grazed, her eyes would only distantly watch the sheep as she kept her father's sword laced to the cord that kept her flowing robes modest, as if guarding her chastity more than anything. She would see the note left by the town merchant, and then hear the words of the woodsman, whose own thoughts were worth consideration. And yet, she could not help but cast her own opinion into the gathering, troubled especially for the accusations toward the town priest. "It was Watari whose actions were not witnessed that night, and it is she who discovered the body of William and cried out like a siren in her own defense. Who would wear a sheep's clothing so conveniently upon the rising of the sun, but a wolf?"

Valerian

#40
Current voting:

AncientMaster (2) - GeekFury, Albedo
VictoriaVale (2) - The Unholy Potato, The Exiled
Albedo (1) - Lucius Cornelius
The Exiled (1) - VictoriaVale
Ex68471 (0)
GeekFury (0)
Lucius Cornelius (0)
Maric (0)
The Unholy Potato (0)
Watari (0)

Yet to vote: AncientMaster, Ex68471, Maric, Watari

There are 6 Villagers, 1 Guardian, 1 Seer, and 2 Werewolves.
"To live honorably, to harm no one, to give to each his due."
~ Ulpian, c. 530 CE

Lucius Cornelius

Look strange as albedo as he ask things the evident, a hunter asking about these wounds??? very suspicious.
he thinks that albedo is a bit guilty. he vote for him

Albedo

Upon more inspections of the body the Hunter didn't want to believe that one of his fellow townsman could do this. He really wanted to believe that it was a normal run of the mill wolf attack, but wolves don't usually kill something and leave their remains around. He eyed each of the huddled towns people. It could be anyone of them He thought.
Ancient Master He felt it had to be him, he never quite trusted that preacher.

VictoriaVale

Victoria smirked as she read the note attached to TheUnholyPotato's door, before a soft chuckle forced its way from her tight lips and a shake of her head. "Really now."  The woman rolled her eyes as she turned to the man. "Show me proof. Show me the weapon with which I supposedly tore that man apart. Show me the blood stained clothes in my possession... and maybe, just maybe then, I'll respond to your wild accusation with anything other than ridicule."  She spat with a venomous tongue while tearing the note from the door and tearing it into pieces and throwing them in TheUnholyPotato's direction.

"Am I the only one who thinks it strange that TheExiled, rather than work to get to the bottom of this crime, has drifted off to tend her flock, away from prying questions?"

The Exiled

Two fierce eyes met the note posted at the village's center, as it was shredded in an act of defense. The shepherd simply nodded, then, clearly feeling well adjusted to a change of opinion as the bits of paper fluttered from a breeze as the sun rose in the sky. "The merchant's written words are a shy warning, and I feel that warning is confirmed. William remains slain, but my sheep remain hungry and cannot feed at night. Even VictoriaVale would surely know that my livelihood is at stake if the flock falls ill from hunger, and is exposed most to the danger if they scatter upon the field to feed at night."

The Unholy Potato

"It is quite regrettable that you could not rebuff my thoughts with less vicious words. I might have been swayed, but I find it difficult to divert my suspicion elsewhere when your words have the sort of harshness I often see born of desperation. It will be a mark on my conscience should this be followed to its logical conclusion, regardless of your guilt or innocence," he told the agitated woman solemnly, managing to keep his nervousness temporarily in check.

"I would also note that none of us have truly worked to get to the bottom of this. Truly I ask you, what is there that any of us can accomplish? I do not believe that any of us have experience in the area of grisly murder, unless there is something which I am missing about one of my neighbors."

Watari

"I must admit that it pains me to accuse one of our own." the seamstress began, her voice shaking, "I don't think turning on each other is the right solution, but if I am to be overruled in this matter, I have little choice but to choose"

She glanced around at the gathered townsfolk, taking care to examine each of them in turn. "My vote shall be for The Exiled, for I find her avoidant."

Valerian

#47
Current voting:

AncientMaster (3) - GeekFury, Albedo, Ex68471
The Exiled (2) - VictoriaVale, Watari
VictoriaVale (2) - The Unholy Potato, The Exiled
Albedo (1) - Lucius Cornelius
Ex68471 (0)
GeekFury (0)
Lucius Cornelius (0)
Maric (0)
The Unholy Potato (0)
Watari (0)

Yet to vote: AncientMaster, Maric

There are 6 Villagers, 1 Guardian, 1 Seer, and 2 Werewolves.
"To live honorably, to harm no one, to give to each his due."
~ Ulpian, c. 530 CE

Ex68471

I slowly look from face to face, listening to the accusations fly like locusts in a plague. Thinking on the matter, carefully, I voice my concerns.

"I am loathe to make any decisions, while at the same time I am eager to do something. I wish that we had more time to investigate and make a solid decision, but..." I sigh heavily. "Since we are all voting on who to kill for something they may or may not have done, I shall cast my vote on AncientMaster. The priest has yet to show his face around here, and in my book that shows either guilt or cowardice. And he has nothing to be fearful of, excepting us killing him, of course."
Experiments 68469, 68470, and 68472 were perfect successes.
I am Experiment 68471, the catastrophic failure!

My Ons and Offs. Still a work in progress!

Attention: Everybody
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