Well now. The events of this last night can only be described as a massacre. Perhaps the werewolves grew hungry, not having feasted the previous night. Or perhaps the noose has been growing bored. When you emerge the next morning, it appears that
three of your number are no longer with you.
After a bit of examination, however, you find that not everyone has been mauled by a wolf. Oh, surely that was what happened to
@Megan Tritor and Savannah Reed. With all the blood and ripped flesh and shattered shards of bone littering their shelters, how could it be anything but? It couldn't have been silent, but you slept the night through without hearing a single thing. Would you have been able to stop this, if you were aware it was happening?
And when you enter the house that used to belong to
@Gwyn ap Herne, you find what appears to be a body lying peacefully. A closer look shows the truth: her skin is pale and waxy, the corners of her mouth dripping with bloody froth, her gaze bright, unfocused, vacant.
A single empty vial lies on the ground near the entrance to her home.
Three steps closer to freedom. You're almost there.
You know, in that odd way that dreams just make sense, that a mantle has been passed down in the night. Ueno Mizuki is now your captain, by decree of the late Gwyn. Whether it is an honor or a curse, that is for you to decide.
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