I am writing today to recount the tortured tale of a town called Luskadt, a small village in the countryside which was the site of many atrocities during the great war. 'Foraging' parties from both sides frequented this town for food, bed, and a woman's warmth, but these were not offered freely, as we had suffered terrible conditions throughout that year, a late frost which killed more than half the crop, hail, even a grass fire in mid summer, these predations we would have had enough food to last the winter, but they came and paid little heed to our woes. Disease and discontent took the town, most of those who could walk left, and many more were killed forming a militia to try and stop these foragers from taking their horrible toll. Oh how I remember that day, the men stood in the square with improvised weapons at hand, and several heirloom pieces of weapons or armor scattered amongst these brave men, ready to die to protect the small remaining stores of the village, and die they did, no match for battle hardened men, I went through the carnage shortly after the fighting stopped, looking for survivors, and found but one, a man not half the height of me with ghastly wounds covering his body. He was the mercenary who had marched into town the day before the attack, and a stunted man too, but he was a great warrior, one of the best, to hear the armies speak of him, but he was unable to talk of his exploits, as he had had his tongue cut out.
But this is not the tale of our sorrows in the war, which are much like those of other nearby towns, this is to tell the tale of an even greater evil, one that would forever ruin this small town, for in mid winter, the Wolfgaurd River froze over, for the first time in memory, and if the scrolls are correct, the first time ever. The day of it's freezing we heard wolves howling on the other side of the river and nervous villagers, little more than fifty in all gathered what little weaponry we could amass in case of an attack, as tales of wolf raids on livestock were well known just to the north of our town, but even with such preparations, when it came, it was on a scale nobody was prepared for.
The second day after the freezing the howling stopped, and we thought the threat gone... how wrong we were, late in the afternoon, a hunter, bloodied with many bites and claw marks raised the alarm, " Wolves! Dozens of them!" he cried as he entered town, and those were his last, for the wolves were on his heels, and quickly had him down and ripped the throat out of him, but the alarm was raised and only a few remained without weapons of some sort when they came to the square, these were pulled down and killed on the spot. The hunter had been right, there were dozens of them, but they hesitated to attack this knot of villagers lead by the fierce dwarf-man with his axe. Both forces were unwilling to attack the other, but the wolves were equally unwilling to leave, and by the look of them had scarce had food all winter, then a howl went up, and that was the end of life as we knew it at the village.
The wolves surged forward as one, and the dwarf had his own cry, a guttural and incomprehensible one though, and lead a charge against the wolves. It was carnage, good villagers brought down by a merciless enemy, but the dwarfs cry invigorated them, and they beat the wolves back, though at great cost. I said the village was ruined, and it was at that, not due to simple damage, but only eight remained, aside from myself and my dwarf apprentice.
That night was almost was the greatest miracle of the year, as the river ice melted, and gave us peace, for a time at least, but my dwarf, whom would answer my questions through drawings, as he was illiterate as well as mute, came home terrified that night. I asked him what was wrong, as this was the first time I had ever seen worry, fear, or even pain in his eyes. He drew a picture of two men on a hilltop fighting, him in the woods watching. Then, to my horror he drew a full moon, and gave the two men wolves snouts. I asked worriedly "We have werewolves in the town?" He nodded somberly and handed me a twig, I looked at him questioningly, and tried to give it back, but he shoved it back into my hands, I looked closer to see what was so important, and saw that it was a sprig of wolfsbane! Perhaps we weren't as doomed as I thought, but still we must find the werewolves. I told the dwarf to take the wolfsbane with him as he left for his home, that I would be safe as werewolves would not enter holy ground.
How fortunate he found it that night, for almost as soon as he left, there was a rustle amongst the trees outside, and I watched from the window as two werewolves started to chase him across the square to his home, I shouted for him to run, but even so it was nearly too late, he only just closed his wolfsbane sealed door as the wolves closed in on him, and they left, their prey denied them for this night.
In the morning I called the village to discuss the night's happenings, and to try and decide a course of action, what happened was...
Werewolf Luskatd continues from this point.
Rules:
1) If you are not a wolf, you MAY NEVER COMMUNICATE with any other werewolf player outside of this thread (with regards to anything game related) until the game has ended. This includes PM's on Taleworlds, email, instant messenger, text messaging, etc.
2) If you ARE a wolf, you may only PM other wolves at night (meaning the thread is locked). You may also use instant messenger, etc, but only at night.
3) The current game is NOT to be discussed by active or former players in ANY werewolf thread (including the casino or planning threads). People who are not playing are welcome to post, but must do so out of the main werewolf game thread.
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There are two Werewolves, both of them competing for dominance, they act as a pack during the night, picking either one or two targets, if one, they are guaranteed to kill it, excepting if it is protected by Wolfsbane, if it is two, the wolves have a 50/50 chance of killing each target with a one in four chance of getting either both or no targets, and 1/2 chance to kill a single one.
The seer picks either one or two targets during the night, subject to the same rules as the wolves one or two choices.
The wolfsbane is passed along at the holders discretion, but it must be passed (that is, holder can choose to give to whoever the **** he wants, but can't hold it for two days).
Shikamaru (Barber)
TSN (Carpenter)
Adaham (Hunter)
Tarrantmw (Mason)
Trooper5445 (Sheriff)
Archonsod (Blacksmith)
Sir Velmu (Farmer)
Werewolf Luskatd Day One Starts NOW! Five to Lynch.
) never mention it anymore. I'll get back to the game, once I've done my homeworks (Swedish = 
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