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End of Day 1
Billy was the first one to wake up, just before the son reached it’s highest point in the daytime sky.
Billy used to be a pirate; but for some strange reason he developed such a severe case of seasickness, that he couldn’t even step into a rowboat without losing his lunch, that he became a land bound adventurer. His favorite weapon is still the cutlass; but he also is really good with the hook, where his left hand used to be.
Billy sat there bemoaning his fate, as his head pounded itself back to life.
Grind also began to stir and as he sat up, his moaning could be heard throughout the communal dining building. Grind had been a warrior for many years and he preferred to use a large sword and buckler, when fighting; but because of his size, the sword and buckler looked almost child like. Grind held his head and yelled at a fly, that was walking across a table, to stop stomping it’s feet.
Watermark was next to arise and as usual, he started the day by arguing with himself. Water had a multiple split personality and this caused those around him, to never know what name he was going to call himself on any given day; or even during different times of the same day. Watermark is suspected of being a paid assassin, sometime in his past; but this has never been proven. His weapons of choice are a multitude of throwing knives, that he somehow secrets about his person. How he is able to hide so many, is a mystery that no one has ever been able to discover.
Suddenly all three blurted out, “MOTT IS A WEREWOLF”.
Shocked they all looked at each other, with amazed faces, and began talking to each other.
During their discussion; they realized that all three of them had had the same strange dream, of fighting with a werewolf and then suddenly Mott’s face appeared in their dreams.
Grind suddenly started laughing and said that it must have been all the alcohol that had affected their sleep and that no way could Mott be a werewolf.
Still chuckling to himself, he lay back down, rolled over, and began to snore, very loudly.
Watermark looked at Grind sleeping and muttered, “Fuck you then, you must be the creature” and then he went back to arguing with himself.
3D yelled at the three of them and said “Will you all shut the fuck up” and he began looking around, through bloodshot eyes, for a bottle that hadn’t been drained.
While he was looking for a bottle, he noticed that Damo was missing and brought his absence to anyone that was awake and would listen. He also suggested that maybe the reason Damo was missing; was because he had been out hunting, ALL FUCKING NIGHT. With that, he uncovered a corked bottle, opened it, and fell over backwards, while drinking it.
3D was the youngest of the group and it was rumored, with great pleasure, by the group that he still had never experienced the pleasure of giving a woman pleasure. He of course, spent a great deal of time, trying to convince everyone, that they were wrong.
3D preferred to fight with mace and hammer. His two handed attacks had left many, who doubted his ability, to spend their time pondering this, in the next life.
Mott was sitting in the corner, with a look of abject terror on his face. He could not believe what he had just heard and began trying to figure out how he could bring reason back to everyone. Mott was of an ancient race, called the Hopples.
The Hopples had been known as musicians; but their music was so depressing, that the entire race was almost eliminated during a riot; following an event in the Stockwoods.
Mott preferred to use either a quarterstaff, or a spear, when he battled. His prowess was so well known, that it was decided to let him remain the last remaining Hopple; as long as he sired no offspring.
Mott asked everyone to stop panicking and that it was only the alcohol that was blurring their reason.
All the noise woke up Super and before he was even able to sit up, he yelled out that he had a dream that Mott was the creature that had killed their beloved commander and for that, he thanked him.
Super was of dwarven stature and had the fabled strength of one. It was rumored that his parents had kept him in a box, until he was a teenager, and this was why his body was the way it was. Super used size, lack thereof, to his advantage. Once the battle has begun; he will charge in, below everyone’s attention, and swinging his heavy hammer, and proceed to break knees, ankles, and feet. When the victim falls, he then uses the pointed end of his hammer and dispatches them with a strike to their head.
Damo seemed to appear from nowhere and said that he agreed that more information was needed, before such serious accusations were made.
Damo was tall, taller then most humans, and it was rumored that he had studied the dark magic’s. This has never been substantiated; but two pickpockets, that tried to steal his money pouch, died from spontaneous combustion.
Damo’s favored weapon was the bow and arrow. He once won a bet that he could pin a fly in flight, to a wall. Those betting against him did not try to double or nothing.
With all the noise; no one could sleep, except for Grind, and they all began discussing the mornings events, the creature that they had all seen, and the strange dreams that some of them had experienced. During the discussion; many accusations flew, some of them from past slights or imagined insults.
Water said he was just kidding and that he hadn’t meant anything by this. Of course; he then began arguing with himself, again.
The band accused and then defended other members, sometimes with great enthusiasm; while others attempted to have everyone reason through the problem. It seems that some of the members were still suffering from their liquid diet, from that morning.
As the afternoon wore on, the accusations grew more vocal and alliances rose and fell. Some of them brought up the failures and shortcomings of others, while some tried to get them to see that they all had checkered pasts and that those events could condemn anyone of them.
Lady Thorn wandered in and when everyone looked at her, she explained that she had gotten up early and had been working on cleaning out one of the cottages; because she had no plans to continue sleeping in a large open area, with 9 men.
Lady Thorn had been married to a very wealthy trader; but unfortunately, he also had a gambling problem.
One night he lost a bet and his life, in that very order. When those he owed the debt to showed up at Lady Thorn’s house, with the intent of selling her to make up for their loses, they discovered their mistake, albeit a little late.
Lady Thorn was a master wielder of the epee and dispatched both ruffians in short order. Unfortunately, this made her a wanted fugitive by the local constable; seeing as how it was his two sons that met their fate, that night.
Suddenly a pile of rags, in the corner, moved and everyone drew a weapon. As the pile fell apart; they could see that it was Yurt, the last member of their group.
Yurt wasn’t as young as 3D; but was closer to his age, then the rest. The two of them didn’t get along to good and this led to many arguments and insults, between them.
As Yurt stood up, he told 3D that he had heard what he had said about him and he then called 3D a douche.
This of course started yet another argument and once again the accusations flew, back and forth.
Yurt preferred to use a crossbow used this as a reason to pick at Yurt; by claiming that a real man would like to get up close and personal, with his enemy, before killing him.
Yurt and 3D started yet another of their epic disagreements and the rest of the group continued discussing the problem at hand. In the middle of everything, Damo wandered off, where no one could guess.
The day wore on and the arguing continued. Various party members began gathering in corners and casting accusing looks at other members. This continued for hour upon hour, until it became apparent that the day was ending.
Suddenly Billy, Grind, Super, Water, and Yurt, who had been talking in a corner, rushed over and pounced on Mott.
They tied him up and dragged him, from the building, to a large tree that was in the center of the outpost. Every time that Mott tried to say anything, one of the small mob would put their hand over his mouth and stop him from speaking.
Throwing a rope over one of the limbs, put a chair under the noose, and stood Mott on top of it.
They placed the noose around his neck, tightened the knot, and said that their dreams proved he was one of the creatures.
Mott was finally able to speak and he said:
“Tell the villagers "I am a SEER and it was I who you saw in your dreams; but I was looking for anyone that may be aligned with the creatures that have invaded this outpost. Because of the amount of alcohol that was consumed though, I was only able to make sense of one of your thoughts; I was able to see that this person was one of us and not a creature. Since it seems that I’m now being lynched out of malice and resentment, and not for the benefit of the rest of you, not even 30 pieces of gold will convince me to reveal who that person is; but that since 3 persons seem to be the ring leaders to lynch people to settle personal resentments, I will say that 3D, Watermark and SF are the not person I who I thoughts I revealed and they could be wolves."
Then someone kicked the chair out and Mott died with the cracking of his neck. As he died, his spirit could be seen rising above his body and everyone now realized that he had been gifted with the power of a SEER.
Day 1 Night
After realizing what they had done, the rest of the group returned to the communal building and sat apart from each other, almost ashamed to exchange sorrowful glances.
Suddenly Water stood up, began having a heated exchange with one of his other personalities and ran outside. The group followed him and watched as he scaled the wall and disappeared into the night.
Realizing that it would be suicide to follow him, they retired for the evening; hoping that he would return unharmed.
Slowly sleep consumed them all and their eyes closed. Their dreams were racked with nightmares and feelings of guilt.
Wakening, as the sun came up, they slowly filed out into the courtyard.
As each exited the building, that person stopped and starred in abject horror, for Water’s head was laying by Mott’s swinging corpse; but his body was no where to be found.
It would appear that the Werewolves had claimed a villager.
Wrapping Water’s head in a oil cloth, they then lowered Mott to the ground and wrapped him in a blanket.
The dug a grave, next to Taichi’s, and lowered Mott into it. They placed his weapons with him and piled rocks on top of the dirt, to keep animals from him.
They then dug a hole for Water’s head and laid him to rest also.
Billy was the first one to wake up, just before the son reached it’s highest point in the daytime sky.
Billy used to be a pirate; but for some strange reason he developed such a severe case of seasickness, that he couldn’t even step into a rowboat without losing his lunch, that he became a land bound adventurer. His favorite weapon is still the cutlass; but he also is really good with the hook, where his left hand used to be.
Billy sat there bemoaning his fate, as his head pounded itself back to life.
Grind also began to stir and as he sat up, his moaning could be heard throughout the communal dining building. Grind had been a warrior for many years and he preferred to use a large sword and buckler, when fighting; but because of his size, the sword and buckler looked almost child like. Grind held his head and yelled at a fly, that was walking across a table, to stop stomping it’s feet.
Watermark was next to arise and as usual, he started the day by arguing with himself. Water had a multiple split personality and this caused those around him, to never know what name he was going to call himself on any given day; or even during different times of the same day. Watermark is suspected of being a paid assassin, sometime in his past; but this has never been proven. His weapons of choice are a multitude of throwing knives, that he somehow secrets about his person. How he is able to hide so many, is a mystery that no one has ever been able to discover.
Suddenly all three blurted out, “MOTT IS A WEREWOLF”.
Shocked they all looked at each other, with amazed faces, and began talking to each other.
During their discussion; they realized that all three of them had had the same strange dream, of fighting with a werewolf and then suddenly Mott’s face appeared in their dreams.
Grind suddenly started laughing and said that it must have been all the alcohol that had affected their sleep and that no way could Mott be a werewolf.
Still chuckling to himself, he lay back down, rolled over, and began to snore, very loudly.
Watermark looked at Grind sleeping and muttered, “Fuck you then, you must be the creature” and then he went back to arguing with himself.
3D yelled at the three of them and said “Will you all shut the fuck up” and he began looking around, through bloodshot eyes, for a bottle that hadn’t been drained.
While he was looking for a bottle, he noticed that Damo was missing and brought his absence to anyone that was awake and would listen. He also suggested that maybe the reason Damo was missing; was because he had been out hunting, ALL FUCKING NIGHT. With that, he uncovered a corked bottle, opened it, and fell over backwards, while drinking it.
3D was the youngest of the group and it was rumored, with great pleasure, by the group that he still had never experienced the pleasure of giving a woman pleasure. He of course, spent a great deal of time, trying to convince everyone, that they were wrong.
3D preferred to fight with mace and hammer. His two handed attacks had left many, who doubted his ability, to spend their time pondering this, in the next life.
Mott was sitting in the corner, with a look of abject terror on his face. He could not believe what he had just heard and began trying to figure out how he could bring reason back to everyone. Mott was of an ancient race, called the Hopples.
The Hopples had been known as musicians; but their music was so depressing, that the entire race was almost eliminated during a riot; following an event in the Stockwoods.
Mott preferred to use either a quarterstaff, or a spear, when he battled. His prowess was so well known, that it was decided to let him remain the last remaining Hopple; as long as he sired no offspring.
Mott asked everyone to stop panicking and that it was only the alcohol that was blurring their reason.
All the noise woke up Super and before he was even able to sit up, he yelled out that he had a dream that Mott was the creature that had killed their beloved commander and for that, he thanked him.
Super was of dwarven stature and had the fabled strength of one. It was rumored that his parents had kept him in a box, until he was a teenager, and this was why his body was the way it was. Super used size, lack thereof, to his advantage. Once the battle has begun; he will charge in, below everyone’s attention, and swinging his heavy hammer, and proceed to break knees, ankles, and feet. When the victim falls, he then uses the pointed end of his hammer and dispatches them with a strike to their head.
Damo seemed to appear from nowhere and said that he agreed that more information was needed, before such serious accusations were made.
Damo was tall, taller then most humans, and it was rumored that he had studied the dark magic’s. This has never been substantiated; but two pickpockets, that tried to steal his money pouch, died from spontaneous combustion.
Damo’s favored weapon was the bow and arrow. He once won a bet that he could pin a fly in flight, to a wall. Those betting against him did not try to double or nothing.
With all the noise; no one could sleep, except for Grind, and they all began discussing the mornings events, the creature that they had all seen, and the strange dreams that some of them had experienced. During the discussion; many accusations flew, some of them from past slights or imagined insults.
Water said he was just kidding and that he hadn’t meant anything by this. Of course; he then began arguing with himself, again.
The band accused and then defended other members, sometimes with great enthusiasm; while others attempted to have everyone reason through the problem. It seems that some of the members were still suffering from their liquid diet, from that morning.
As the afternoon wore on, the accusations grew more vocal and alliances rose and fell. Some of them brought up the failures and shortcomings of others, while some tried to get them to see that they all had checkered pasts and that those events could condemn anyone of them.
Lady Thorn wandered in and when everyone looked at her, she explained that she had gotten up early and had been working on cleaning out one of the cottages; because she had no plans to continue sleeping in a large open area, with 9 men.
Lady Thorn had been married to a very wealthy trader; but unfortunately, he also had a gambling problem.
One night he lost a bet and his life, in that very order. When those he owed the debt to showed up at Lady Thorn’s house, with the intent of selling her to make up for their loses, they discovered their mistake, albeit a little late.
Lady Thorn was a master wielder of the epee and dispatched both ruffians in short order. Unfortunately, this made her a wanted fugitive by the local constable; seeing as how it was his two sons that met their fate, that night.
Suddenly a pile of rags, in the corner, moved and everyone drew a weapon. As the pile fell apart; they could see that it was Yurt, the last member of their group.
Yurt wasn’t as young as 3D; but was closer to his age, then the rest. The two of them didn’t get along to good and this led to many arguments and insults, between them.
As Yurt stood up, he told 3D that he had heard what he had said about him and he then called 3D a douche.
This of course started yet another argument and once again the accusations flew, back and forth.
Yurt preferred to use a crossbow used this as a reason to pick at Yurt; by claiming that a real man would like to get up close and personal, with his enemy, before killing him.
Yurt and 3D started yet another of their epic disagreements and the rest of the group continued discussing the problem at hand. In the middle of everything, Damo wandered off, where no one could guess.
The day wore on and the arguing continued. Various party members began gathering in corners and casting accusing looks at other members. This continued for hour upon hour, until it became apparent that the day was ending.
Suddenly Billy, Grind, Super, Water, and Yurt, who had been talking in a corner, rushed over and pounced on Mott.
They tied him up and dragged him, from the building, to a large tree that was in the center of the outpost. Every time that Mott tried to say anything, one of the small mob would put their hand over his mouth and stop him from speaking.
Throwing a rope over one of the limbs, put a chair under the noose, and stood Mott on top of it.
They placed the noose around his neck, tightened the knot, and said that their dreams proved he was one of the creatures.
Mott was finally able to speak and he said:
“Tell the villagers "I am a SEER and it was I who you saw in your dreams; but I was looking for anyone that may be aligned with the creatures that have invaded this outpost. Because of the amount of alcohol that was consumed though, I was only able to make sense of one of your thoughts; I was able to see that this person was one of us and not a creature. Since it seems that I’m now being lynched out of malice and resentment, and not for the benefit of the rest of you, not even 30 pieces of gold will convince me to reveal who that person is; but that since 3 persons seem to be the ring leaders to lynch people to settle personal resentments, I will say that 3D, Watermark and SF are the not person I who I thoughts I revealed and they could be wolves."
Then someone kicked the chair out and Mott died with the cracking of his neck. As he died, his spirit could be seen rising above his body and everyone now realized that he had been gifted with the power of a SEER.
Day 1 Night
After realizing what they had done, the rest of the group returned to the communal building and sat apart from each other, almost ashamed to exchange sorrowful glances.
Suddenly Water stood up, began having a heated exchange with one of his other personalities and ran outside. The group followed him and watched as he scaled the wall and disappeared into the night.
Realizing that it would be suicide to follow him, they retired for the evening; hoping that he would return unharmed.
Slowly sleep consumed them all and their eyes closed. Their dreams were racked with nightmares and feelings of guilt.
Wakening, as the sun came up, they slowly filed out into the courtyard.
As each exited the building, that person stopped and starred in abject horror, for Water’s head was laying by Mott’s swinging corpse; but his body was no where to be found.
It would appear that the Werewolves had claimed a villager.
Wrapping Water’s head in a oil cloth, they then lowered Mott to the ground and wrapped him in a blanket.
The dug a grave, next to Taichi’s, and lowered Mott into it. They placed his weapons with him and piled rocks on top of the dirt, to keep animals from him.
They then dug a hole for Water’s head and laid him to rest also.
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