WW25 - Game Thread

[uberfish]

Ok then.

MJW

[pindicator]

MJW

I just can't quit you, WW

[BRickAstley]

MJW

[Serdoa]

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Official End-Tally for Day 1

MJW (6) - Ichabod, Rowain, zakalwe, uberfish, pindicator, BRickAstley
Jowy (3) - Jkaen, Gazglum, Mattimeo
uberfish (3) - novice, Jowy, +1
slowcheetah (2.1) - Qgqqqqq, Lewwyn
pindicator (2) - slowcheetah, Azza
Mattimeo (1) - MJW

[Rowain]

MJW

I just can't quit you, WW

Oh look; your explosion was only show then?!

[Serdoa]

You don't make my job easy, do you?

[BRickAstley]

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Official End-Tally for Day 1

MJW (6) - Ichabod, Rowain, zakalwe, uberfish, pindicator, BRickAstley
Jowy (3) - Jkaen, Gazglum, Mattimeo
uberfish (3) - novice, Jowy, +1
slowcheetah (2.1) - Qgqqqqq, Lewwyn
pindicator (2) - slowcheetah, Azza
Mattimeo (1) - MJW

[Ichabod]

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Official End-Tally for Day 1

MJW (6) - Ichabod, Rowain, zakalwe, uberfish, pindicator, BRickAstley
Jowy (3) - Jkaen, Gazglum, Mattimeo
uberfish (3) - novice, Jowy, +1
slowcheetah (2.1) - Qgqqqqq, Lewwyn
pindicator (2) - slowcheetah, Azza
Mattimeo (1) - MJW

"Werewolf"

[Rowain]

You don't make my job easy, do you?

GM should work for the fun they have

[Serdoa]

Bathed in sweat Kerwin awoke from his slumber. The dream had left a bad taste in his mouth and his
arms and legs felt weak. He grabbed the water bottle that he had placed on his left side and took a deep
sip. The cold, crystal clear water helped him regain his consciousness and to collect his thoughts.
Scratching through his short, brown hair he tried to remember everything that happened in the dream. It
already slipped away, ignoring the years of training he had received to not let this happen. But it was
different if one trained it in a closed environment, safe from all outside threats or if one tried the same in
the middle of the woods with cracking branches, the whisper of thousands of insects and the deep howling
from wolves miles away. It took him a few valuable seconds before the thought reached his brain. Wolves.
Miles away but running in his direction. Now that he concentrated on it, he could hear their hard breathing
while running, he could smell their wet fur, probably from crossing the river a few miles to the north. He
should had realized that minutes ago but the dream had hold him in his grip for too long.

Hectic he searched his goods together. He wouldn't be able to take the mat with him, but he needed the
food and the water. The pan. How could he almost forget it? The reason for all this trouble. He took a few
seconds to look at it. A boringly normal frying pan at first look with several marks that the years had left on
it. The handle made out of solid wood, shimmering as if someone had polished it just minutes ago, but with
a faint grey touch to it. The pan itself had many scratches on the outside where one could see the metal
underneath the coating. The inside though was unscathed. Black without a scratch, without even the
smallest dust particle. Looking into it long enough made one lose track of time and space. Kerwin winced.

"Fuck!"

The few moments had become minutes and the wolves had nearly arrived. His ears suddenly ached from the
loud sounds they made till he willingly stopped heightening his sense of hearing. He really had to take more
caution with that, he was certain that he wouldn't be able to hear right for the next few days - again. But
that certainly wasn't his most pressing need. With a quick look around he grabbed his bag and started running.
Hopefully he would be able to outrun those beasts. A stupid hope obviously. Those were not normal wolves,
they wouldn't have chased for him like this. Those could only be werewolves. Cursing his luck he started reciting
some old verses. It wouldn't kill them, but maybe it would give him enough time to escape.

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"The novice monk, really Nameless?"

Xaintha sighed. What a stupid play. He could not really expect this to work, could he? Maybe the monk had more
to him than she had realized? She had never paid much attention to them, weak humans with some powers given
by the god without name. Werewolves obviously worked much better. But. There always was a but. In this case,
he had made her split the pack. And if the monk escaped now her chasing wolves would not be available to seize
the city. Not that she needed more than those available already, but having a failsafe was never a bad thing.

"I thought you'd like the hunt, dear Xaintha?"
"I don't like the hunt Nameless! I like the catching. I like to see my wolves feeding on the still warm
body. Remember that dumb bint that worshipped you in Nocaran?" she asked with a faint smile.

She surely remembered. Dozens of times she had tried to kill that woman and dozens of times the god without name
had done his utmost to save her. Till she had sent a plague to Nocaran. And while he was busy taking care of it,
her wolves had hunted the worshipper down. And than they had killed her. Slowly, limb after limb. It had cost her
much energy to keep that woman alive for so long.

"I do." he said, his face showing the pain that the memories still caused him.

Xaintha looked down at the playboard, acting as if she had to think intensely about her next move. As much hate as
she felt, she couldn't deny that she also still felt love for him. Cursed he be that he did that to her. She would not fall
for him again. The pain of losing him was something she could not suffer through again.

Forcing herself to think about her move, she noticed odd behaviour of the inhabitants of the town she had sent her
werewolves at. Angrily she looked up to the god without name.

"Look Nameless. It seems your creatures have decided to make a tribunal. I wonder who gave them the hint that
werewolves are in the city? We had agreed on no direct influences I thought?"
"I have nothing to do with this, dear Xaintha. I value every life highly, even those of your werewolves. I would prefer
them to hunt in the wilds where they belong and not in the cities though."
"That's not an answer how they knew Nameless." she replied, her anger slowly fading. He probably had nothing to do
with it after all. A thought occurred to her that made her laugh.
"You should attend these tribunals. It seems you quibble as much as they do."
"But not as masterfully as they do it" he said smilingly, obviously happy that her mood had taken a turn to the better.
"Maybe I should get myself a sparring partner first?"
Xaintha laughed. "Well, you can take the one that they have lynched. You should be able to handle HIM at least."

MJW died. He was a loyal member of the village.