Werewolf Game 1

Alright so I'm not in bed...

Ah, what a beautiful day it was is the pastures of Wroclaw. Pappy, the lone shepherd, loved days like today. It was now nearly dark and time to return to the town. But at the end of the day, after role call, not all of Pappy's sheep were accounted for. The flock is down one, his favorite of the group, Gertrude. "Hmmm, must have wandered off on me when I was snoozing...she can be quite ditsy." Pappy meandered over to the edge of the fields, all the while calling out for his lost sheep. No luck. When he finally reached the end, where the rolling hills meet the dark forest, Pappy sees something. Or at least he thought he saw something. Then a noise. Like braking branches and the sound of feet Wait what is that? A trail of blood leads from the edge of the field through the mysterious woods. Pappy had heard rumors of wolves in the town. Werewolves. "Rubish," he had said, "who ever heard of werewolves?" But now Pappy wished he would have listened...there is no doubt in his mind that dark days are ahead for this beloved town, a town whose residents he had grown attatched to the last 3 months since moving in. They welcomed him with open arms and fresh pastry's from mee-mee's shop. But now who could be trusted? Pappy must keep his eyes and ears open for clues because now this is personal...Gertrude must not die in vain! It's hunting season!!!
 
Well, since even jl is role playing I guess I will.

Jlosh Slavender, the the son of Hebreet and Katrina Slavender, which own the largest farm in the town, slowly heads down to mee-mee's pastry shop to purchase some Timbits. While he is there he hears people whispering in the corners on how werewolves are thought to be lurking around, looking for blood. He quickly runs back, as fast as his 18 yo legs can carry him, to tell his Mother and Father about the bad news. They quickly bring all the Dobdian Cattle into the barn where its safer. At 2AM he heres lots of ruckess in the hen house, so he runs out to find the rooster missing....seeing large wolf tracks all over he knows who did...now he knows the rumors were true.

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Lady G moves to what she thought to be a nice, quiet little village, after all she needed a place to clear her thoughts and mind after she lost her favorite betta "Paul" to ick.

After a long day of chopping wood for the fireplace, she went out to the pasture and gathered up the cows, chickens, and horses to move them all into the barn for the evening. Once that was done she remembered a quaint little pastery shop in town and thoughts of fresh scones and biscuts consumed her, so she decided to saddle up her favorite horse "Silver" a white stallion and head for Mee-Mee's. Silver is acting very skittish this evening as they ride down the dirt roads of town. Funny Lady G thinks to herself, Silver is always so eager to ride..

Little did Lady G know Silver was trying to warn her of evil and danger to come....
 
charlie_stubbs said:
I also noticed something was fishy about Ice's post. Here's my theory. Ice owns a horse. A horse has hooves. The devil also has hooves. The connection here is undeniable. How did you aquire that horse Ice?? Did you steal it from the stables of a Nobleman while you fed on his innerds?? Have ye the bloodlust?? Burn the witch!!!
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Mike wakes up, groogy to hear the terrible news about what might be happening in his little town. He decides he will carry on as normal, but with suspicious eyes. He prepares himself for his day, he has an accounting exam in an hour so he rushes to get ready, then when heading outside he realises he will be running if he wants to make it to school on time.... SOME ONE STOLE HIS HORSE!!! (phew, good thing I caught that typo almost forgot the "s" in horse!) And, some of his innerds gone! Some one is gonna pay, and dearly:headshake2:
 
charlie_stubbs said:
I also noticed something was fishy about Ice's post. Here's my theory. Ice owns a horse. A horse has hooves. The devil also has hooves. The connection here is undeniable. How did you aquire that horse Ice?? Did you steal it from the stables of a Nobleman while you fed on his innerds?? Have ye the bloodlust?? Burn the witch!!!
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How dare thee throw such ludicrous suggestions my way. Do you not know who I am? Have you've never read a stone tablet? I am Sir Ice,retired knight of the King. Tore an ACL had to retire.No good surgeons this part of the world you know. If I can save enough money I'm going to the United States. I hear they have some great surgeons.

*thunderous hooves*

Sir Ice looks up and sees the Barons men riding into town, he knows this is usually not a good thing.He walks up to the leader and invites them for a beer and to talk. He needs to know why they are here. But he also knows they are usually very tight lipped about the Barons deeds.

I think its hilarious that Jl votes for the 1st role player because he hates it but now role plays. Shouldn't you now vote for the last role player or whoever doesn't role play?

I have a good mind to challenge Jl to a duel but I could do the same for CS because of the nasty allegation.

I'll think about it....
 
Cousin Pete wanders into town. He feels like some coffee and donuts. And maybe a pie or ten. He wanders down to Mee-mee's pastry shop.

After returning to his small, comfortable house, he wanders into his drinking shed, smiling at Mr.Bagel, his moldy bagel, which he slept with like a teddy bear when he was too nervous to go to bed. He had had that bagel ever since he moved out of the shed behind Mee-mee's shop. Mr.Bagel has gained a friend, thanks to JL. He smiles and waves to Mr.Potato. They get along so well.

As Cousin Pete goes to the back of his shed, his smile fades. Someone got into his beer, and used his crappy little stove which he kept to warm himself when he would have more than a sip of beer. Almost all his beer was gone, and a cooked chicken haed lays on the ground, covered in beer. Pete groans. They didn't leave him anything good of their beer basted chicken, those dirty wolves! He considers that it was cooked... Maybe the beer replaces the blood... It gives him an idea that leads to some cooking thoughts...

Then, he freezes. They could have eaten his moldy friends! He quickly grabs Mr.Bagel and Mr.Potato and hurries them into the house, along with his beer. He can't let his friends be eaten!... Then he remembers the town. Well, he guesses that he shouldn't let them get eaten either. Especially not Mee-mee. She's such a nice dear, giving him the bagels that have "lost their freshness" when he was a begging drunk. She's also a friend. His thoughts turn to his rescuing from his drunken ways. He feels proud if his accomplishments: going from a begging drunk to a somewhat poor semi-drunk/caffeine addict. He loved the longer name.

JL, lmao, that was funny... The voting part...
 
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IceH2O said:
How dare thee throw such ludicrous suggestions my way. Do you not know who I am? Have you've never read a stone tablet? I am Sir Ice,retired knight of the King. Tore an ACL had to retire.No good surgeons this part of the world you know. If I can save enough money I'm going to the United States. I hear they have some great surgeons.

*thunderous hooves*

Sir Ice looks up and sees the Barons men riding into town, he knows this is usually not a good thing.He walks up to the leader and invites them for a beer and to talk. He needs to know why they are here. But he also knows they are usually very tight lipped about the Barons deeds.

I think its hilarious that Jl votes for the 1st role player because he hates it but now role plays. Shouldn't you now vote for the last role player or whoever doesn't role play?

I have a good mind to challenge Jl to a duel but I could do the same for CS because of the nasty allegation.

I'll think about it....
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:lol: I agree Ice. Now that JL roleplays he must vote for the last to do so. Sure hope you save the money to get to America someday. They have surgeons in Canada i heard, but since healthcare is free there you may die waiting for surgery.
 
Charlie scans his meager hut for weapons. A rake. A hoe. A watering can. Charlie has no weapons. Before the Dark Times came, he was a simple medicinal marijuana farmer who's crops mostly went to scientic research, with only a little reserved to barter with other villagers for meat and supplies. Charlie particularly likes Lil'John's potatoes and owns several. But Charlie is not afraid. He will fight when called upon, and will regale his grandchildren with stories of the hot summer's night when the Wolves came from Wroclaw, and Charlie bagged his limit....
 
Just checking in...I have my funeral arrangements booked this time (last game I got taken by surprise and corpse ended up being taken to show and tell by KOTD's mafia offspring.

I got nothing so far...I'll be keeping a check on anyfellow villagers who persist in biting the postpeasant and sniffing each others butts.
 
Sandle awakes to a town prepared. The air is crisp with a mountain breeze and the scent of fresh baked goods and bacon makes his nose tingle. He emptys the latrine into the alley and makes his way down to the pasty shop for a meat pie. He notices some houses have newly nailed boards over the Mica window panes and the blacksmith has a line out his door even at this early hour. A few people mingle in mee-mee's so Sandle starts a few conversations and learns of the queer going's on last night. Sandle is a novice stargazer and he knows the Full Moon is approaching. After dropping a few pence he rushes back to his shop and opens her up for the day, he grabs Old Pointy and keeps it within reach. A quick inventory pleases Sandle as he sees he has enough hard leather to begin his task. With needle, thread, and thimble a blur he begins construction of his greatest craft. Hide Armor.
 
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