The Return of the Renaissance, Weregame #4

[GoddessWolf]

The Keeper of Keys and Grounds


Her eyes took in the scene before her like a ghost passing through a realm of carnage and destruction. Never in her twenty four hundred years had she ever lain eyes upon such hasty abandon, nor had she ever faced the task of covering up the truth in so little time. It would take a miracle to remove the stain of death upon the Shire in time for opening day, but it was a task she had promised to complete and would prove she could finish.

Sure GW had heard the rumors of a disease so terrible it twisted its host into a horrid beast programmed to kill anything innocent in it’s path, but those were mere tales of blarney, weren’t they? Either way, no one and certainly no cockamamie story could damper her fiery spirit. Not this time. Broom in one hand, and a rag in the other, GoddessWolf set out to clean the red stain littering the once pristine land, starting with the Royal Coin Press.

The monstrous contraption that had once pressed fine silver and gold now stood like a creaking omen of death. Chunks of withered flesh still clung to its massive weight despite the many years since its death fall days. Its blood smeared wooden frame a constant reminder than something not quite right had taken place, despite the owner’s assurance that it had simply been a gang related massacre. Not that their story sounded any better than the tall tale rumors. In fact, it almost sounded worse.

Shaking her head, GW sighed. “Whatever happened here, I hope that it stays buried with those who have passed from our realm.”

A gravely male voice howled in amusement. “You mean that’s still taking place my dear, STILL taking place.”

Whipping around, GW uncapped the end of her broom revealing a silver stake molded to the wood. “So we meet again DarkWolf. It’s been a long time.”

The pale man emerged from deep within the forest shadows, a mere skeleton of the man he had once been. “You forget your place in this world. I am predator and you are prey, it’s really that simple.”

A quick laugh escaped her throat. “I’m not afraid of you vampire. You no longer hold the power to tempt me from my path.”

“Ah, so the little Celtic Witch has grown a backbone in her old age. It’s such a pity you retained your soul in death. We could have made such a wonderful destructive pair you and me.”

“Go to hell!”

“I’ve been there and find it quite lovely thank you.”

Lunging forward, GoddessWolf raised her makeshift stake high, swinging it down in the spot where DW’s heart had just moments ago been. A growl escaped her lips as she wheeled around, searching for the creature who had ended her mortal life.

“I grow weary of this cat and mouse game, so instead I shall release the hound to scent out the fox.”

“Come back and fight you blood sucking son of a demon!”

Silence met her echoing rant as it disappeared into the moans of the wind. In the quiet, a howl rose up around the shire walls, freezing GW to the very spot she stood gripping the useless silver stake.

“Please God no. Anything but what I think that is….”


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“I am SO excited for this year’s festival!” Golden Howl announced, placing some last minute pearl beads onto her princess tiara. “We’re the first people to be cast for the Faire in more than twenty years! We are going to make history!”

“Yeah, or BE history.” BlackRosePhantom mumbled. “Don’t tell me you aren’t at least a little curious about the rumors surrounding the grounds?”

“Now, now, I’ll have none of that.” Greggchamberlain scolded. “We nine are all the Faire was able to hire this year due to reconstruction and deadlines and I won’t have any whiners in my Shire.”

“It’s not whining.” BRP pointed out. “I’m seriously concerned for everyone’s well being.”

“That’s why it’s so important we stick together and work towards a common goal this year.” Tempest quickly interrupted. “The better we do the more cast we can have next year.”

“Are you saying the nine of us don’t mean anything?” UNODRAGONE accused. “I’d think it would be obvious that each of us had something to offer the festival or we’d never have been picked over some of the top performers in the country.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it!” She sighed. “I’m just saying that if we do well, we can get more publicity, and form a bigger Faire family. I in no way meant to insult your talent as an actress.”

“She’s just in a mood because the vending machine at the Greyhound station was out of Reeses Pieces. No sugar makes UNO a cranky girl.”

“Shaun, don’t make me kick you in the culo! I’d like to see you without a healthy stock of Doritos’s at your disposal.”

“Man, this is better than watching television!” Piscean Mora laughed. “I am so glad we all opted to take a bus to the grounds for our first rehearsal.”

“So has anyone met the new grounds keeper?” Wolfx spoke up. “I heard she used to work the Faire circuit until some sort of tragic accident or something.”

“Not what I heard.” NightDeath chimed in. “I heard her family has old Celtic roots. Depending on who you hear accounts from, some say she practices, some say she’s just an oddball, and some say she’s certifiably nuts.”


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~RUN, RUN, RUN!!!~ GW’s mind screamed, pushing her further and further towards the massive Castle gates. All the while the eerie howl’s followed, quickly gaining ground behind her.

Turning around to try and catch sight of her enemy, GW caught sight of two red glowing eyes, a sure sign of what she feared most, a hell hound.

Flinging open the right side gate and slipping out into the open, GoddessWolf slammed and bolted the door closed behind her, trapping the hellish hound inside the grounds. Its claws scraped loudly, already causing cracks to splinter in the partially dry rotted wood.

“Shit, shit, shit.” She muttered, catching sight of the rapidly approaching bus before turning back to the quivering door. “I forgot about the cast rehearsal, just my rotten witchy luck!”

The squeal of tires upon loose gravel whirled her towards the sleek Greyhound as the new Faire cast gathered together, giving her a look that she had seen one too many times.

“Not that I don’t want to get to know yah all, really, but there’s a bit of a crisis here. If you’d get back on the bus I’ll just be a moment.”

“What kind of crisis.” Gregg asked suspiciously.

“Seriously, I’ll be glad to dish out all the oh so wonderful details, but later. Now, for the love of Ireland get back on the bus!”

“Has one of the festival guard dogs gone rabid?” Golden Howl asked pointing towards the splintering wood just seconds before the door collapsed.

“What the hell is that thing?!” BlackRosePhantom shouted.

“It IS hell! Get on the bus, RUN for goodness sakes!”

The massive wolf like creature stood ramrod still, foam dripping from its elongated fangs as it slowly licked its quivering lips. Hellfire glowed from its eyes as it took in each person standing before it, as if playing meenie-miny-moe to determine who to strike.

“Don’t move, any of you!” GW cautioned, gripping the silver tipped broom and breaking the brush side off across her knee. “I can handle this.”

Holding tight to the silver stake, GW slowly moved forward. “This is between me and your master. Go back and I shall spare you.”

A howl met her ultimatum as chaos erupted within the small group. One of the cast members flinched from the howl, calling attention to themselves and sending the enraged beast into a frenzy. GoddessWolf leapt forward, plunging the silver death stick deep into the heart of the hell hound mere moments before blood speckled the ground. A furious wail rose up to the moon before the hounds body crumpled, dissolving into nothing more than fire pit soot.

Staring down at the blood drops, a single tear leaked from her eyes. So this was the game he wanted her to play, the game of God, of life and death giver.

“What was that, that THING!” Wolfx gasped.

Sighing, GW raked a hand through her long violet hair. “I’m afraid that what you saw just now was what you would call a hell hound, or in Hollywood, a werewolf.”

“Ok, I’m starting to think the rumors about you are true.” Tempest gasped.

“I’m afraid they are, at least some of them. Let’s just say that I was tricked a very long time ago by a handsome face, and now I protect that which cannot protect themselves.”

“I’m out of here!” NightDeath fumed. “I’m not being paid enough for mumbo jumbo crazy talk.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” GoddessWolf whispered, defeated. “The blood you see littering the ground is not that of the beast, but that of one of your own. No one can leave now, not until we find the one the hound has infected.”

“What do you mean by infected?” Shaun and Uno questioned simultaneously.

“It means that whomever the creature bit will slowly become that which I’ve just destroyed before you. It means that each night from here on you must each cast vote on who you think has been infected and the individual with the most votes shall be executed. The more times you guess incorrectly, the more chance the infected has of overtaking us all.”

“This is way beyond nuts, this is insanity!” Golden Howl cried out. “What about the festival.”

“I fear for now, that this year’s faire shall have to be cancelled until this nightmare is solved. I am truly sorry. If my senses are working properly however you have a seer among you in truth, one who can see beneath human skin to the being within. Treasure that person, for should you lose them, I fear for all of us. Let us enter the grounds now, for I am keeper of keys, grounds, and now….Souls.”

[greggchamberlain]

bluidy hell! when did any of us get bit?

:confused:

beauty opening narrative, GW!

so i am seeing maybe a mix of Irish/Celtic/Gaelic, some Tolkien, and maybe Sherlock Holmes sources for clues...p'raps...

oh, yeah, an' maybe Harry Potter...

uh...deadline for today is when?

[GoddessWolf]

Thanks Gregg! I was up until 3:30 this morning after writing the narration and tending to Cocoa, so I'm glad to hear the opening turned out well. :)


A howl met her ultimatum as chaos erupted within the small group. One of the cast members flinched from the howl, calling attention to themselves and sending the enraged beast into a frenzy. GoddessWolf leapt forward, plunging the silver death stick deep into the heart of the hell hound mere moments before blood speckled the ground. A furious wail rose up to the moon before the hounds body crumpled, dissolving into nothing more than fire pit soot.

That's where someone got infected. ;)

Voting closes tonight at 10pm EST. :)

[Golden Howl]

A quick laugh escaped her throat. “I’m not afraid of you vampire. You no longer hold the power to temp me from my path.”

“That’s why it’s so important we stick together and work towards a common goal this year.” Tempest quickly interrupted. “The better we do the more cast we can have next year.”

“Are you saying the nine of us don’t mean anything?” UNODRAGONE accused. “I’d think it would be obvious that each of us had something to offer the festival or we’d never have been picked over some of the top performers in the country.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it!” She sighed. “I’m just saying that if we do well, we can get more publicity, and form a bigger Faire family. I in no way meant to insult your talent as an actress.”


I vote for Tempest for several reasons. First, the word 'temp' is used by GoddessWolf while in a discussion with DarkWolf; "I’m not afraid of you vampire. You no longer hold the power to temp me from my path.”

Also Tempest gets into a slight quarrel with other members, but of course this was before anyone was turned, but it's all I've got at the moment.

[Tempest]

I vote for Tempest for several reasons. First, the word 'temp' is used by GoddessWolf while in a discussion with DarkWolf; "I’m not afraid of you vampire. You no longer hold the power to temp me from my path.”

Also Tempest gets into a slight quarrel with other members, but of course this was before anyone was turned, but it's all I've got at the moment.

I think that's just a typo for tempt. Also, I didn't really fight with anyone. My comments were innocent enough, but it was UNO who got snippy about it. So, if anyone, you should be voting for UNODRAGONE.

[GoddessWolf]

Aw bloody heck, what a dumb typo on my part! I totally blame it on being written so early in the morning! >.<

[Shaun]

I have to go with Nightdeath, he was the first one to want to leave after everything happened, maybe to hide his guilt.

“I’m out of here!” NightDeath fumed. “I’m not being paid enough for mumbo jumbo crazy talk.”

Not to defend my Uno, but I think GoddessWolf was just making a character reference there to Uno's loving chocolate.

[UNODRAGONE]

I'm sorry Nightdeath but these two sentences so close together to me is a strong clue:

A furious wail rose up to the moon before the hounds body crumpled, dissolving into nothing more than fire pit soot.

Staring down at the blood drops, a single tear leaked from her eyes. So this was the game he wanted her to play, the game of God, of life and death giver.

[GoddessWolf]

There are still five people who need to vote tonight! It's supposed to close at 10pm but if I don't hear back from that many I'm going to have to extend it.

[GoddessWolf]

Alright folks, since it's nearly a quarter after 9 and there's been no more votes, I am officially extending voting until 8am EST.

If the same players have yet to vote by then I'll just count them as no votes and get the next narration up. :)

[greggchamberlain]

These creatures live onely without meats;
The Cameleon by the Air
The Want or Mole, by the Earth,
The Sea-Herring by the Water,
The Salamander by the Fire,
Unto which may be added the Dormouse,
Which lives partly by sleep,
And the Werewolf, whose food is night, winter, and death.

English traditional

given the celtic/gaelic tone of this narrative...NightDeath...and apologies if i read too much into these things.

[GoddessWolf]

Voting Closed



Note: A couple of the people who didn't vote were online yesterday. If you have the time to be online and reply to other threads, you have time to cast a vote, even if it's a quick one. I spent a couple hours on the opening narration and it irks me just a bit that 4 people didn't vote.

[GoddessWolf]

I'll have the new narration up as soon as I can everyone. Voting will close tomorrow at 12pm EST to make up for the delay.

[GoddessWolf]

Guys I am so sorry but the narration may not be up until tonight.

I've about 90% my poor little guinea pig I just got has lice and I'm in the process of trying to contact a vet asap! I'm very worried about her. :(

[Shaun]

Guys I am so sorry but the narration may not be up until tonight.

I've about 90% my poor little guinea pig I just got has lice and I'm in the process of trying to contact a vet asap! I'm very worried about her. :(

You worry about Cocoa Goddesswolf, we understand. I told Uno about Cocoa and she stated you can actually buy a special shampoo for her to rid her of the lice but recommends you have a vet check to make sure it is lice and not mites just to be safe. She also sends her love and I am adding mine in as well.

[BlackRosePhantom]

Damnit. (>_<) I'm terribly sorry I didn't vote yesterday. I don't have an excuss except that I forgot. Right now, I still don't know who I would've even voted for, but it most likely would have been NightDeath. Again, sorry! :(

[GoddessWolf]

The Boy Who Cried “Thing”


GoddessWolf pushed open the broken castle gate as the small troupe stared back at her in disbelief.

“The bus is already gone.” She pointed. “You might as well come with me. The kitchens were stocked a couple of days ago so there’s plenty of food and drink for everyone.”

“See, I tried to tell yinz.” BRP huffed. “So much for making that new history.”

Golden Howl flinched. “It’s not like I was the only one looking forward to the start of a new Faire. How was I supposed to know this was what would await us?”

“I don’t think any of us really believed such mythological beasts could exist.”

“Tempest is right. Now isn’t the time to have broken spirits. Perhaps if we play our cards right we will discover the truth and spare others the same fate.”

“So sayeth the Wiseman.” NightDeath chuckled. “Always the optimist eh gregg?”

“Well someone has to be.”

GW sighed, leading the group down towards the Pirate Pub. Although the building was tattered and torn, the main structure had survived to provide a quiet retreat. At least while the festival remained closed to the public.

“Why do I feel like I’m in a bad version of Harry Potter?” Wolfx paled. “First the keeper of keys, then a mythological beast, now it’s like we’re walking down into the dark forest. We’re doomed!”

“Why spiders? Why can’t it be follow the butterflies!?” UNO laughed, sitting next to Shaun as everyone chose varies stools and seats to plop down in.

“So, I think I speak for everyone when I ask this but who, or better yet, WHAT are you?”

GW nodded slowly, cracking the top off of a dusty fuzzy navel wine cooler and taking a long swallow. “I had a feeling someone would ask me that, Piscean Mora.”

“Forgive him for being so blunt.” Shaun glared. “Although I do have to admit to a certain curiosity.”

“A long time ago, I made a deal with the devil. Not the devil himself, but rather one of his sinister minions. The man was charming, sweet, and promised that should I take him up on his offer that I would have the very world at my fingertips.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase if it’s too good to be true?”

“Ha, that phrase didn’t exist back then gregg.” GoddessWolf laughed bitterly. “Now to continue with the story, let’s just say that something went wrong. The vampire, as you would call him, was interrupted while in the process of converting me and had to leave my body to tend to what he’s referred to as ‘a problem of great urgency’. At this point I had been nearly drained of blood, so in order to keep me alive, he gave me some of his own to keep my vitals going. Problem was, I was so near death already that the blood he gave me began the true conversion. By the time he was able to return I had already regained consciousness and was up and about.”

“I don’t understand, if you were turned, why aren’t you on his side, the side of evil?”

“Near as I can figure Tempest, because I didn’t truly die I retained my soul.”

“Don’t you crave blood though?” NightDeath questioned.

“Sometimes, but I have learned to curve the hunger for blood to that of animals, not humans.”

“Oh lord, next you’ll tell us you sparkle in the sunlight.” BRP groaned.

“Hardly.” GW mused. “Nor will I burst into flames, explode, or die by any other means while out and about in daylight. All of that is pure myth.”

“All of that she says.” Wolfx chuckled.

Taking another swig of the cooler, GW surveyed the people before her. Would they learn to trust her and her to trust them? The right path was never the easiest nor the most clearly marked.

“While this has just been the most wonderful conversation, I fear that soon night will fall. When the moon rises, even the quarter that it is, the infected will be turned. Once turned there is no going back and for that I am truly sorry. So now I must ask of each of you to provide me with the name of who you think has been bitten.”

“Tempest.” Golden Howl offered.

“I disagree, I think it to be NightDeath.” Shaun countered.

“I second that vote.” UNO nodded.

“Well I happen to think it’s you UNODRAGONE.” Tempest accused.

“I’m not sure what to think.” Gregg replied, shaking his head is disgust. “Everything happened so quickly that it seems unreal someone could have even been bitten. However, I saw the blood upon the ground as plainly as the rest of you, and evidence I cannot discredit. It is with this that I am going to third the vote for NightDeath. I do apologize if indeed I am wrong.”

NightDeath, BlackRosePhantom, Wolfx, and Piscean Mora sat looking at the group with horror in their eyes. None of them would vote this night, not until more evidence made itself known. Condemning a possible innocent was just too awful to even contemplate.

“So be it. You’re silence has condemned one of you. NightDeath, your name has been cast thrice by those before you. With the absence of votes from yourself and three of your troupe mates, it is by this that you have thus been condemned. Have ye any last words?”

“Sorrow does as sorrow will; innocent blood ye’ll spill. A cape cannot hide what lurks inside, for fur, bone, and muscle doth shift and slide.”

Stepping up beside NightDeath, GoddessWolf removed the silver broom handle from a small satchel upon her leather belt. “May you find peace in the ever after should you be worthy.”

As the other’s watched in morbid fascination, the silver spike struck true, slicing through ND’s heart. As blood ran freely from shocked lips his body slowly sank to the ground, lifeless, innocent. Silence so thick you could hear the sap run through the veins of the trees filled the small pub. One innocent down, one wolf to go.

“Tonight too many silences may have been the key to this innocent’s life. Be ye more careful tomorrow, for we are few, and soon they will be many.”


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Fog, pea soup thick, had slowly rolled in over the course of the tragic evening. As the sun began to slowly rise, a scream shattered the morbid silence.

GoddessWolf jerked awake, silver in hand as she took in the dazed looks of those closest to her through misty veils. All but one could be made out in the smokey haze, the one called Wolfx.

“He, he was right beside me!” Golden Howl shrieked.

“Everyone, please, I implore you all to remain calm.” She hissed. “Stay close to me. I heard the sound coming from the Washing Well stage.”

Hand in hand, the band slowly made their way towards the watery pit. GW closed her eyes as she took in the scene that greeted them.

Wolfx lay before them face first in a watery grave, his shirt ripped, torn, and fished through the back of his skull to resemble a hand puppet. In his bare back the words “Mr. Wetums says: Lonely” had been carved.

“What does it mean?” Shaun spoke first.

GW, eyes a bit too wide, turned away from them all. “It means, the hound tonight is in search of a friend. Vote carefully, all of you, for I fear should you choose another innocent another hound shall be born.”



(NOTE: Voting shall remain open until 7am EST Thursday to give everyone ample time to vote.)

(UPDATE: I have an appointment for Cocoa at the Petco covered vet for 6:45 this evening. I will keep everyone updated and I want to thank you for all the well wishes and love sent for her.)

[Golden Howl]

I'm still sticking with Tempest.
Her question “I don’t understand, if you were turned, why aren’t you on his side, the side of evil?” seems like a self search. She's asking a more experienced person to cope with her confusion & locate answers. :shrug:

[BlackRosePhantom]

“Sorrow does as sorrow will; innocent blood ye’ll spill. A cape cannot hide what lurks inside, for fur, bone, and muscle doth shift and slide.”
From this I'm going to have to go for Tempest. Her avatar is Little Red Riding Hood, and as the name suggest, she wears a red hooded cape. The thing about Tempest asking GW why she's not evil is also a tad suspicious to me.

[Piscean Mora]

I'll have to vote for Tempest as well, since there is no other founding evidence.

Sorry I didn't vote last time, I had a major brain fart and forgot I had signed on for this one.

[Tempest]

You're all voting for me based on an avatar that I haven't had since the hack? :confused: I also don't understand what's so suspicious about me asking why she's not evil. That doesn't seem like a logical question to you? Think a little deeper than that or you're going to lose another innocent.
I'm withholding my vote until tonight, after I've had some time to think on it.

[Shaun]

I honestly don't remember what your picture looked before the hack but Tempest has my vote for worrying about Goddesswolf being on the wrong side, a hint to me she is on the wrong side.

“I don’t understand, if you were turned, why aren’t you on his side, the side of evil?”

[UNODRAGONE]

Tempest did have a red riding hood picture before the hack but I think her worrying about Goddesswolf possibly knowing her identity speaks for her guilt. Sorry Tempest :(

[Tempest]

*sigh* Well, I'm going to have to vote for Golden Howl because, remembering the pattern from previous games, the were usually chooses an innocent and then keeps building up a case against them, taking advantage of the sheep-like mentality of the other players. Hopefully some people can see this rather than just going along with what the wolves tell them.

[greggchamberlain]

sorry, Tempest. but i recall that little red riding hood avatar of yours also.

[GoddessWolf]

I'm home from the vet everyone!

They couldn't find anything on Cocoa, but they gave me a shampoo just to be safe and the pet shop I got her from reimbursed me for all of the vet charges. :)

[GoddessWolf]

Voting Closed!!!

[GoddessWolf]

I'm working on the new narration now everyone! Should have it up by 6!

[Golden Howl]

I'm working on the new narration now everyone! Should have it up by 6!

I am uncertain when the voting will close, but I will not be present tomorrow or Monday due to appointments & other business affairs. I am notifying you ahead of time, I abstain. Just in case :)

[GoddessWolf]

Not All Who Hunger Are Lost



“You know what? I don’t need to wait for nightfall to tell you who I’m voting for.” Golden Howl exclaimed. “I’ve been replaying something over and over in my mind and I’m telling you that the wolf is Tempest! Why would someone be so curious to know why someone wasn’t evil? Sounds like someone trying to figure themselves out to me.”

Tempest glared. “How else are we supposed to figure out if we can trust her? I’m still not convinced that she’s not the one behind this whole mess. Who cares if she killed the other creature? It could have been a set up the entire time!”

“I confess you have a point my dear, but unfortunately it’s not going to save you this time around.” Gregg replied. “Weren’t you a part of this festival a couple years before its original closure?”

“Yes, but what does that have to..”

“And is it also true that while at that festival you wore a red cape and were often referred to as “little red riding hood”?”

“Yes but I still don’t understand where you’re going with this.”

“Let me fill you in.” BRP smirked. “When NightDeath was about to be murdered, he gave us all a most curious and cryptic rhyme. A rhyme that stated a cape could not hide what lurks inside. Hmmm, put that with the fact you used to wear one, and I believe you have the answer to where we’re going with this.”

“You’re going off of something I used to portray in another incarnate of the festival?! What’s wrong with you people!? Seems to me like Golden Howl is playing you all like a well tuned violin! She’s the wolf, not me!”

“Me thinks thy protestith too much.” Piscean interrupted. “I may have been silent last night but no more. All of the evidence so far points toward you.”

GoddessWolf studied the fired up group with newfound respect. So this was what it took to rile them up and band them together, the murder of one of their own by the hound. Perhaps they would save the festival after all.

~*Oh I doubt that very much.*~ DarkWolf’s voice echoed in her mind. ~*I knew my wolf would be found this night, so I gave her some rather interesting instructions don’t you think.*~

~*DarkWolf, what have you done? These people are innocent! This battle is our own, not theirs.*~

~*Ah, true. But I happen to find this little game rather amusing personally. When one has nothing but time on their hands, a little entertainment is a welcome reprieve from tedious interactions with you my dear. You are rather, how should I put this, like a feces covered stick in the mudd.*~

~*Bastard!*~

~*I’ll take that as a compliment thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must introduce myself to my new minion. Hope you don’t mind…much.*~


“Hello, hellllllllllllllllllloooo? Earth to GW, this is control tower, do you read me?” Uno asked, snapping a finger in front of the spaced out vampiress.

Shaking her head GW looked at the now staring group, a blush creeping up her neck. “Er, um, right.”

“It was him, wasn’t it?” Gregg asked. “The one who made you as you are.”

“Aye.” She nodded.

“What did he say to you? You look pale as a bleached chicken egg.”

“Nothing good I’m afraid, Shaun.”

“Hahahaha.” Tempest laughed, an evil look filling her eyes. “Let me fill YOU in this time. You see my dear friends, while you were all in a rather good panic this morning at the tasty Wolfx missing, I used the fog to my advantage.”

“Spirits almighty, you didn’t!” Golden Howl gasped. “Tell me you didn’t!”

“Oh I did.” Tempest sneered. “You can try to kill me foolish humans, but another lurks among you. Where I have failed they will….”

“Die.” GW whispered, pulling the silver stake out from behind the surprised hell hound.

Tempest placed a claw tipped hand against the bloody hole where her heart stuttered, fighting to beat against all odds. “You…bitch!” She shouted, turning around to face the woman she despised. “Had you merely become his none of this would have happened. Play martyr all you want, but it is you and you alone causing this destruction. I hope he kills you all.”

“And I hope you find the peace you deserve.” GW spoke softly. “Everyone has a choice. You could have told us, saved everyone, but the power of evil was too much for you to resist. Remember that as you face Wolfx in the ever after.”

A howl erupted from the throat of the enraged woman as she tackled GW to the ground, smacking the silver atrocity from her hands. Digging claws into the vampiress’ stomach she growled, “If I die, so do you.”

“I don’t think so.” Golden howl spat, yanking the peace-tied sword from BRP’s belt, taking the belt with it in her haste. In a single downward strike the sword struck true, severing the head from the hound’s body.

As the head thumped off the collapsing hound’s body, the word “itch” slipped from her lips. GW lay upon the ground surprised, staring up into the eyes of the head resting on her now bloody stomach. A shudder ran through her as she scrambled up and away from the bloody stump, a look of panic in her eyes.

“A victory won is a victory gained, another soul I fear is maimed.”

With that, she leapt from the clearing, leaving behind several surprised Rennies.

“What was that about? You’d think it would kill her to say thank you.”

“Leave well enough alone GH.” Piscean More cautioned. “I think she was protecting us from herself this time.”

So the clean up began, but for how long would the land remain unsoiled. With another suffering from infection, how soon would another fall victim to death or disease. It was only a matter of time…..

[GoddessWolf]

Voting will close at 11am EST tomorrow!

[BlackRosePhantom]

Well, I have two suspects. My first is Gregg, for knowing that DarkWolf was talking to GoddessWolf telepathically. And My second one is Shuan, who wasn't mentioned at all in this narrration. I'm still compemplating who to vote for, but I'm kind of leaning toward Shaun.

[Shaun]

I am going to have to go with BlackRosePhantom this time, he was carrying a weapon and yet Golden Howl was the one who used it, just seems odd to me and it could be nothing but I got nothing else.

[UNODRAGONE]

first, I am glad Cocoa is ok and we got one wolf :). BRP, Shaun was mentioned here:
“What did he say to you? You look pale as a bleached chicken egg.”

“Nothing good I’m afraid, Shaun.”

as far as my vote, I am going to have to go with Piscean More based on the following:

“Leave well enough alone GH.” Piscean More cautioned. “I think she was protecting us from herself this time.” I think he was a little worried here with not much basis to be worried on. I am sorry if I am wrong :(

[Piscean Mora]

I am going to have to go with BlackRosePhantom this time, he was carrying a weapon and yet Golden Howl was the one who used it, just seems odd to me and it could be nothing but I got nothing else.

Yes that is suspicious, I think you have a point there. I'm able to consider the fact that he was too shocked to act, but it also crossed my mind that perhaps Golden Howl was covering his tracks there as well. However, I will put in a vote for Greggchamberlain, as voting off the hellhound's slayer seems to be a harsh reward. Gregg has been putting in strange rhymes and frankly, he knows a little too much.

[greggchamberlain]

well, this time, my vote seemed to follow pack. i did think of Tempest when i first read that clue but i saw it in my email inbox as a werewolf.com relay and did not have time to go to the board then until the next morning prior to the vote deadline.

so that is why my voting has been delayed these days. still is...

as far as BRP goes...i didn't even know he had a sword...which means i need to pay more attention to the narration (again :eek:).

having GH be more quick on the draw with the sword than BRP might seem odd but not enough to stick him with the suspicion of being the new were. except BRP then saying that Shaun wasn't mentioned in the narrative as one reason for suspecting him when even i could tell that GW was replying to Shaun's comment.

now THAT might be a better clue that he could be the new wolf rather than slow-reaction time.

so i think i will go with BlackRosePhantom for this round. unless i find something after re-reading ALL of the narratives a little more carefully to change my mind.

sorry, BRP.

Yes that is suspicious, I think you have a point there. I'm able to consider the fact that he was too shocked to act, but it also crossed my mind that perhaps Golden Howl was covering his tracks there as well. However, I will put in a vote for Greggchamberlain, as voting off the hellhound's slayer seems to be a harsh reward. Gregg has been putting in strange rhymes and frankly, he knows a little too much.

[BlackRosePhantom]

first, I am glad Cocoa is ok and we got one wolf :). BRP, Shaun was mentioned here:


as far as my vote, I am going to have to go with Piscean More based on the following:

I think he was a little worried here with not much basis to be worried on. I am sorry if I am wrong :(

Sorry, I missed that. >.< Well, there goes my suspicion on Shaun. Which leaes Gregg. Sorry man, but you're suspicious and I need to save myself. So my vote goes toward Greggchamberlain if it's not too late.

[GoddessWolf]

Voting Closed!!!

[GoddessWolf]

New Narration will either be up late tonight or else tomorrow morning. I've been helping out my mom today and we're having a family dinner this evening.

Voting will remain open all through the weekend and close on Monday at 7pm EST. This should give everyone enough time to vote if they cannot be online over the weekend. :)

[greggchamberlain]

aw, man...people please VOTE! we do NOT need another tie...even if it does give GW lots of interesting storyline fodder.

:D

New Narration will either be up late tonight or else tomorrow morning. I've been helping out my mom today and we're having a family dinner this evening.

Voting will remain open all through the weekend and close on Monday at 7pm EST. This should give everyone enough time to vote if they cannot be online over the weekend. :)

[GoddessWolf]

Erm, I'm suffering from a tweak of writer's block. :o

I'll make sure the narration is up before the day is over though!


(Note) Still blocked! >.< I know I'm over thinking. I'll keep trying!

[GoddessWolf]

Update: I am really sorry everyone. I had every intention of writing the narration this evening, but even with Tylenol my headache (which I've had since I woke up) will not go away. If I wrote something the way I am it would not be very well written and I feel everyone playing deserves much better than a half effort.

I will be writing the narration tomorrow, I absolutely positively promise.

Again, I'm really sorry about the delay. :(

[GoddessWolf]

Betwixt & Between


GoddessWolf paced atop the castle parapet, hunger fueling her already enflamed fury. Here at least she could look out at the scene below and find peace enough to think. By now the talking and murmured whispers about her strange behavior had grown quiet as the remaining Rennies worked together to prepare a celebratory meal. A meal that she craved to taste, but knew she could not.

“I’d ask you to hunt with me, but I know how you would answer.”

Cringing, GW turned around to face DW. “So what horrors have you come to bestow upon me now?”

DarkWolf shrugged. “For once, none. Dreadfully uncharacteristic of me I know, but I felt you rather deserved a break after helping to slay one of my hounds.”

“I don’t buy that for even a second.” She laughed, folding arms across her chest. “So get on with it and tell me the truth.”

“My, my, my testy without your little woodland friends to satiate you are we? Personally I always found rabbits and squirrels a bit too lacking, even in desperate times.”

“Not all of us can be psychopaths like you. Now quit puttering around the truth.”

Snickering to himself, DW finally answered. “I’ve come to forewarn you that you’re eyes and ears, or conduit as you would say, will soon be unable to contact those spirits of yours. Pity, I rather liked that snitch of yours. Such a shame a gypsy cannot be turned. Sort of takes away the fun of things.”

“You are such a dick.”

“Ah, and you are forever the bitch chasing my heels. Enjoy your rodents my dear.”

Fuming, GW lashed out at the walls around her. Towers crumbled under the fury of her blows as the others looked up in horror.

“What do you think has gotten her so angry?” Uno asked, dipping a cod filet into a beer batter mixture before plopping it into the waiting fryers. “I certainly hope she calms down before coming back here.”

“Gyah, watch how you put those in there!” BRP jumped. “You’re shooting oil everywhere. The last thing we need is for a fire to break out. These buildings are so old they’d go poof in seconds.”

“Well then you man the fryers Mr. I know everything about deep frying!” Shaun retorted. “At least Uno is trying to cook something for us meat eaters.”

“There is nothing wrong with being a vegan thank you!”

“Guys, please, this isn’t helping.” Golden Howl sighed, added the finishing touches to a root beer float. “We’re all tired, hungry, and pissed off, but channeling that anger towards each other isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

“She’s right to an extent.” Gregg nodded. “Each of us is entitled to liking or disliking a particular food, or living a particular lifestyle. That however is not what we should be focusing on. When GoddessWolf calms down she is going to be back, and when she returns she will want the papers with our votes upon them.”

“Since when did this become a paper secretive voting?” Piscean More questioned. “We’ve always just said our choice aloud to those around us. Why the sudden need for everything to be so hush, hush.”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea.” Uno agreed. “We’ve all been on edge looking at one another when we cast blame. If no one knows who has cast vote for them, no one can directly point a finger.”

“Hmm, maybe someone should think to ask the one in charge of counting said votes, eh?” GoddessWolf spoke, raising an eyebrow. “Unless of course you’d prefer I leave you to your own fate.”

A chorus of “no’s” met the question, as GW sat down on a rickety bench. “I thought not. Now as to this new suggestion, I shall allow it, for tonight. If it works, all the better, if not, we go back to the old way. Understood?”

“Aye.”

“Good. Now, each of you will step forward and write your vote down on a piece of pap…er, a leaf. I’m fresh out of destroyed trees at the moment so their greenery will have to suffice.”

One by one each of the remaining cast stepped forward, scribbling down a name before returning to their food prep stations. GW eyed each warily as she picked up the leaves and tallied the votes. A growl escaped her lips as she looked upon the feasting Rennies.

“Stalemate.” She announced.

“What does that mean?”

“It means Golden Howl, that we have a tie. I knew I should not have allowed this new vote system.”

“A tie between whom?” Shaun asked, hugging Uno close.

“Both greggchamberlain and BlackRosePhantom have each received two votes. Picean Mora received one, and someone else abstained.”

“How are you going to choose?” BRP and gregg asked.

“Me? Oh no, I’m not going to choose between the two of you. This was a collective idea and as a collective group, tomorrow, you shall vote only for those who have landed in the tie.”

“That’s suicide for one of us!” Shaun shouted. “If we let the hound go free, someone tonight will surely perish! How can you sit there and do nothing?”

“So instead you’d prefer I kill both and be done with it? What If I kill two innocents in one go?”

“No one is truly innocent.” Golden Howl whispered, looking up at GoddessWolf with sadness in her eyes. “But I can not condone the slaying of two.”

“She’s right.” Piscean sighed. “We have let our anger and fears blind us to the possibility of innocence. If a vote between gregg and BRP is necessary, then so be it.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dew dusted the ground like glittering diamonds as the sun slowly rose, stretching it’s radiant finger’s to warm those below. It seemed as though peace has blanketed the land, the hound too scared to make a move, lest they be recognized.

GW stretched, covering her eyes from the sunny onslaught as she began her journey down to the pirate pub from her castle top dwellings. As she whistled to herself, the scent of blood permeated her nostrils, causing her to freeze in her tracks.

“WAKE UP!” She bellowed. “NOW!”

The scrambling and shuffling of feet met her command as the barely conscious group assembled, minus one. Fear ran through her at she took in the one who was missing.

“What’s going on?” Uno yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“Look around you, notice anything?” GW ground out.

“It’s sunny?” Piscean laughed.

“No! Golden Howl is missing!”

“What?” The group gasped, looking around bewildered at the absence of their peace loving friend.

“Oh it get’s better. I can smell blood, her blood. Move out! No one rests again until she is found.”

GoddessWolf hiked back up to the parapet, scanning the ground from the highest point of the festival. Suddenly, a red speck in the distance caught her eyes.

“Please no.” She whispered, running full out towards the jousting arena.

Sitting against the railing, Golden Howl appeared to be deep asleep. In her heart, or whatever was left of it, GoddessWolf knew that her friend was no longer among the living.

“So you’ve found me.” A whispery voice spoke.

GW turned around to the misty ghost-like visage of the once alive woman. “So I have.”

“Do not blame yourself for my death. I knew what waiting to break the tie would mean for me.”

“Who, who had killed you my Golden Snitch?”

She laughed. “I know not. I was caught off guard, for I confided in the wrong person.”

“That could be any of them!”

“So it could. Be strong my friend, the spirits and I are routing for you. Right the wrongs that have plagued these lands. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye my gypsy.” GW whispered back, watching the soul of her friend depart for the ever after. A single pink tear rolled down her cheek, just as the others arrived.

“My God!” Piscean gasped, turning away. “Her throats been torn out.”

“Wait, what’s that.” GW pointed, jumping the fence to inspect the ground. “Something’s been carved into the sand.”

“It says “Il silenzio è d'oro oggi.” Uno sobbed.

“What’s it mean?” Shaun inquired, pulling her away from the body.

“It means, “the silence is of gold today.” GW answered for them, revenge in her eyes. “Our gyspy, our Golden Snitch, is gone. Find the one who has done this! I want their head on a spike!”

[GoddessWolf]

Since this was late, and I have a job interview tomorrow morning, voting will remain open until 2pm EST.

Hope it was worth the wait. :)

[Piscean Mora]

It was.

I'm voting for greggchamberlain.

[greggchamberlain]

crap!

knew a tie vote was gonna screw us up.

:mad:

Piscean Mora this time...making bad jokes in a serious situation seems a bit off to me. and i don't go with the italian message either as a clue...unless it is a "red herring" clue to divert attention onto Unodragone because of her italian background.

[Golden Howl]

Darn it! I died! :cry: At least my departure was interesting :D Well...my fellow members, locate me in the Dead thread, because I have some information to share. My voice shall not be silenced quite yet.


Piscean Mora this time...making bad jokes in a serious situation seems a bit off to me. and i don't go with the italian message either as a clue...unless it is a "red herring" clue to divert attention onto Unodragone because of her italian background.
You're suppose to vote for yourself (which I doubt you'll do) or BlackRosePhantom. Those are your only choices, or at least that's what I believe.

[BlackRosePhantom]

Gregg

[greggchamberlain]

Darn it! I died! :cry: At least my departure was interesting :D Well...my fellow members, locate me in the Dead thread, because I have some information to share. My voice shall not be silenced quite yet.


You're suppose to vote for yourself (which I doubt you'll do) or BlackRosePhantom. Those are your only choices, or at least that's what I believe.

oops! sorry...i really do need to pay more attention to narration text.

:(

okay, given limited choice then have to go with BlackRosePhantom. cancel the PM vote.

sorry, dude.

[UNODRAGONE]

sigh, my poor Golden Howl :( I think the part about BlackRosePhantom being a vegan is a little too obvious as well as Piscean Mora stating it's sunny, so I have to go with you Gregg, I'm sorry if I am wrong :cry: the Italian part is a good distractor, but the wording isn't exact guys :)

[GoddessWolf]

I'm going to keep voting open until 8pm tonight everyone. Narration will follow shortly after. :)

[Shaun]

I am going to have to go with BlackRosePhantom, I think those clues are obvious for a reason.

[GoddessWolf]

Well since all the votes are in, VOTING CLOSED!!!

[greggchamberlain]

well, here we go, folks.

hope i get a half-decent death scene.

:D

try and get my good side, GW, eh?

:D

[GoddessWolf]

well, here we go, folks.

hope i get a half-decent death scene.

:D

try and get my good side, GW, eh?

:D

No pressure there eh Gregg? lol.

It's ok, I worked out some ideas while I was chopping up red and yellow bell peppers to freeze for Cocoa. She loves her pepper pop cycles!

Freeze...hmmmm. *goes off to write*

Muah hahahahahaha!


Note: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! My computer is acting up worse tonight than usual. I keep having to restart it over and over. I'm going to leave it go over night and try again in the morning. (I keep losing what I start writing and am frustrated.) Post WILL be up by noon if I have to tear my comp apart and put it back together!

[GoddessWolf]

It's been a very weird day here for me everyone. I have about half the narration written up and will have the other half written up in the am, I absolutely positively swear!

[GoddessWolf]

Wax Butterflies and Frozen Goodbyes


Thick sheets of rain had begun to pummel the crisp land as the remaining Rennies gathered together once more. The somber skies seemed almost fitting, as each looked at one another with ever growing suspicion. How much longer did they have until the cursed hounds destroyed every good thing that the Festival had stood for? How much longer could they hold out to survive at all? So many questions and so little time left. Worst of all, their beloved gypsy had now been slain.

GoddessWolf cringed at the blackened skies as she spied upon the group from afar. More than once a clue had made itself known while she’d been hidden away. Trust was earned, not freely given, so who could blame them for their distrust? She was a mystery to herself and trying to explain it had only made them doubt her further.

With the shocking slay of their gypsy, who else would they blame but the one who had refused to settle the score. Perhaps two lives for the salvation of the rest would have been worth it. Maybe not. It was the small doubt in her mind that had made her decision, and it was one she would come to regret for eternity. In this instance, DarkWolf had won a small victory. Now it was up to the remaining few to decide who would win the war.

“So it’s come to this.” Gregg sighed, raking a hand through his silvering hair. “Had I had it my way, my vote would go to Piscean Mora. I don’t trust who the gypsy didn’t confide in. However, be that as it may, I find myself forced to vote for BlackRosePhantom.”

“Yea well, I’m not happy about it either.” BRP retorted. “So it’s you I’ll be placing my vote for, greggchamberlain.”

“Ugh, men.” Uno cringed, rolling her eyes. “Between the bickering going on between the two of you and our absent so called keeper, who can decide which is guilty and which is innocent!? Ugh, ugh, UGH! Despite all the distractions I’m going to have to go with greggchamberlain as well.”

Shaun laughed. “Ever the optimist but I fear I’m going have to agree to disagree. My vote goes to BlackRosePhantom because I think the whole vegan thing is an act. That just seems way too obvious to me.”

“Well that just leaves one vote left.” Gregg cringed.

“Oh great, no pressure there whatsoever.” Piscean scowled. “Fine, my vote goes to greggchamberlain. Just because the gypsy didn’t contact me doesn’t mean that I’m to blame! I’m new to this troupe of actors/actresses so it was only natural to go to those that she knew already.”

“I see.” Gregg replied. “I should have known. Tie’s are always favoring the younger crowd.”

“That’s not always so.”

“So you’ve come for my head eh, GW?”

“I knew it was you.” She spat, stepping from her hidden sanctuary. “Killing the gypsy was your biggest mistake.”

Uno gasped, looking between the two with horror filled eyes. “It can’t really be true. I mean, I know I voted for you Gregg but… How could you?”

Gregg laughed, his eyes a haunting yellow as he faced the group. “Oh yes my dear indeed it’s true. I could because I had the power to make it so. Why on earth would I allow my biggest enemy to roam free? Without your precious gypsy you will fail.”

“It’s over Gregg, we have you. This ends tonight.” Shaun hissed.

“Oh but you see that’s where you’re wrong.” He smiled. “I snuck something a little extra special in someone’s meal last night.”

“What?!” Piscean Mora gasped. “You evil, no good, low life, bastard!”

“Call me any name you wish but the fact remains the same. One of you drank a lovely cup of tea with my saliva mixed in.”

“That’s just revolting.” BRP paled. “Why would you do that to one of us?”

“Have I not already explained this? Because I COULD!”

GoddessWolf seethed, rage the likes of which she’d never known consumed her. A red haze veiled her eyes as she narrowed in on her target. It should have ended tonight, but no, DarkWolf and his minions had to play dirty. How could she ever have suspected anything less?

“You all will die you know, one way or another. Whether your souls wither as the curse consumes you, or you die by my or my minions hands.”

“I think not!”

“Oh I think so.” DarkWolf sneered, materializing before GoddessWolf and ramming a wooden stake straight through her heart. “I grow tired of your ever growing soul. So I think it’s about time you lost it.”

GW staggered, looking into the eyes of those before her with sorrow. “Not like this.” She whispered, yanking the foreign object from her chest in a spray of blood. Falling to her knees she stared up with hatred in her eyes.

Gregg cheered. “Good luck without your keeper to protect you. When night falls, you’re all mine.”

“Whatever becomes of me,” GW wheezed, forcing herself to stand. “You’ll be the first to die.”

DarkWolf lunged forward, grabbing the ailing keeper by her hair and sinking his fangs deep into her neck. Sickened by the taste of her blood, he tossed GW to the ground. “Why won’t you die already?!”

“Stick her in the freezer.” Gregg sneered. “That ought to chill the life from her.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Piscean shouted, picking up the discarded stake and ramming it into Gregg’s shoulder.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh yea, what are you going to do? Kill me?”

“That could most easily be arranged however we prefer our meals to be a bit more of a challenge than a simple threat.” DarkWolf chuckled. “I say we stick them all in the pub’s freezer. If the cold doesn’t get them, my creation will.”

“I would never.”

“So says you. However, I have a feeling you won’t be able to resist.”

“I can and I….” GW began, unable to finish as darkness rushed over her.

“STOP, just stop already!” Uno shrieked. “Look, leave her be, it’s us you want. We’ll go in the freezer, but leave her alone.”

“We’ll what?” BRP choked.

“Her lips are turning blue.” Shaun grimaced, looking towards the others. “She’s nearly dead already. Better to die by her hands than those of the ones set to kill us anyways.”

“I’ll stand watch.” Gregg smirked. “If any of them try to escape, an early snack for me says I.”

“And if they survive.” DarkWolf sneered. “The fun will truly begin.”

[GoddessWolf]

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Huddled together the remaining four gathered around the bluish form of the once noble GoddessWolf. Her breathing was so shallow they feared at any moment her life would cease and their own lives would be forfeit to a demon’s hunger.

“This is suicide.” BRP huffed. “At least out there we have a chance of escape, in here we’re trapped.”

“I think that if she hasn’t passed from this world already, we may have a chance.” Piscean spoke up. “Seems to me she’s always been a fighter and is still fighting.”

“I think you spoke too soon.” Shaun whispered, pointing to the unmoving figure before them. “She’s gone.”

“Aww boo hoo.” Gregg taunted from outside the freezer doors. “Did your poor little grounds keeper go bye bye? What a shame.”

“Piss off.”

“BRP, that’s not going to help us!” Uno glared. “We need a plan for when she comes to. Does anyone have any suggestions?”

“How about we torch the body for warmth?”

“Dude, that was harsh.” Piscean scolded. “We could always see what kind of meat is in here and see if that will distract her for a little bit.”

“Oh so we can be torn apart by Gregg waiting outside as we try to flee?”

“Or Shaun,” A wheezy voice gasped. “You could maybe think of the possibility that because a person was already half vampire with a soul they might still retain it in death.”

“GW?” Uno asked, backing up a step.

Groaning, GW propped herself up, leaning against a case of frozen peppers for support. “I think so.”

“How is that possible?” BRP questioned. “We saw you die!”

“Well lucky for you I’m playing Lazarus and rose from the dead.” GW mused.

“How can you be in such good spirits after what’s happened to you?”

“Funny story that, Piscean. You see I could never defeat DarkWolf because I wasn’t fully like him. Now that I’m dead, or undead as it would seem, I have the same strength and speed. I might stand a chance against him now.”

“What’s going on in there?” Gregg huffed.

GoddessWolf cringed at the hell hounds voice. First he’d killed her friend, and now he’d lent a hand in killing her. Enough was enough.

“What are we going to do?” Uno asked?

“Everyone stand back.” She smiled. “There’s something I’ve been itching to try.”

Tapping a fist lightly against the cool metal door, GW could tell the metal was about 5 inches thick. A brighter smile blossomed across her face as she pulled her hands back. In a lightning quick blur she lashed out, striking the door so hard that it blew off its hinges, pinning the surprised Gregg to the ground. Jumping atop the fallen frozen fortress door, she heard the agonized wheeze of the pinned hound. By the looks of it, the hounds lungs were punctured, and his spine broken.

“Doesn’t feel so nice to be trapped does it?”

“Why are you…..helping…..them?”

“Because where there is evil, there is good. You’re the evil, I’m the good, does this compute?”

“Bitch!”

Rolling her eyes, GW hopped down flinging the door aside as if it were a pebble. “I’ve heard that my fair share, believe me. Do you have anything left to say or should I just move along with killing you?”

A sad smile touched the werewolf’s eyes as a glimmer of the old Gregg briefly resurfaced. “Well, like I've said before, me and mine never do what people expect. That's why we're called 'Crazy' Canucks.”

Jamming a fist into his chest cavity, GoddessWolf clutched the evil man’s heart in her palm.

“Have fun with my little friend.”

“Oh we shall.” She sneered, ripping the organ apart and tossing the remains to the ground.

In a brilliant blaze of fire, the hounds body popped and sizzled as flesh and bone melted and dissolved into nothing but dust. As GW bent so wipe the ashes away, a glittering object within the pile caught her attention.

“What is it?” Uno asked curiously.

“That’s so strange.” GW gasped, dusting off a perfectly preserved monarch butterfly. “It’s covered in wax.”

“Why didn’t it melt in the flames?”

“Well Piscean, when a pure life it slain, hellfire cannot destroy it. If I had to take a guess, this is our only clue in finding out who Gregg has infected.”

“Not much of a clue.”

“No BRP, it’s not.” GW growled. “But it’s all we’ve got, for a monster now awaits their newest prey.”

[GoddessWolf]

Before I forget, voting closes tomorrow morning at 10am est!

[Shaun]

Awesome narration Goddesswolf. My vote goes to BlackRosePhantom, he seemed a little too harsh and not giving a shit.

[GoddessWolf]

Just so that everyone knows, and since she can't post this herself, UNODRAGONE has chosen to vote for BRP as well.

[Piscean Mora]

Damnit, that butterfly clue does not ring any bells for me.

On another note, thanks for making me a badass in this one :p

I'm thinking about abstaining but it's too late in the game for that. I feel so hypocritical for this, but BRP is the only choice I can make, other than UNO.

[GoddessWolf]

I'm extending voting until 2pm. My family decided to leave a list of to-do's for me today. >.<

[GoddessWolf]

Voting Closed!!!

[BlackRosePhantom]

Crap, I missed voting. (>_<) I ment to vote yesterday, but when I saw the two votes for me, I was stumped as to vote for so I decided to thin on it for a while and forgot to come back and vote. It's kind of pointless now anyway with the three votes in.

Edit: I'm going to dmit here that before the hack, my avatar was a butterfly as Tempest's was Little Red.

[GoddessWolf]

Crap, I missed voting. (>_<) I ment to vote yesterday, but when I saw the two votes for me, I was stumped as to vote for so I decided to thin on it for a while and forgot to come back and vote. It's kind of pointless now anyway with the three votes in.

Edit: I'm going to dmit here that before the hack, my avatar was a butterfly as Tempest's was Little Red.

Actually I totally forgot about that and the clue pointed to something else. lol.

[BlackRosePhantom]

Actually I totally forgot about that and the clue pointed to something else. lol.
Well that's the first thing I thought of when I read that.

[GoddessWolf]

I'm sorry about the delay everyone, again.

Seems I picked up a tweak of a stomach virus and have been ill for most of last night and today. I've been in bed or lounging for a good portion of today trying to get better ASAP because of everything going on this coming weekend.

I will be getting up early tomorrow (my mom's got night shift so somehow I always end up awake earlier) and will definitely have the final narration finished asap.

In the meantime, BRP has graciously extended his sign up's until tomorrow evening so make sure to sign up for his game while you're waiting for my final narration! :)

[GoddessWolf]

Floral Ties & Illusionary Lies



“Oh come on!” BlackRosePhantom barked. “Everyone knows that my old shield used to have a butterfly on it!”

“Honestly you seemed like you could care less when we were trapped in the freezer about anyone else. Seems to me a once lively heart has been frozen, or in this particular instance, encased in wax.” Shaun shot back. “So it goes without saying that my vote goes to BRP.”

“That’s not it.” Uno sighed, a frown forming. “I remember a poem someone wrote once that said something about a monster on a moon-ridden bed of roses awaiting prey.”

Piscean gasped. “It was framed above a picture on the castle gates. The picture was of a woman holding a rose with a wax-like back round of butterflies! That has to be it!”

GoddessWolf watched closely as the group threw theories back and forth like a bad episode of Scooby-Doo. Although in the case of the castle gate she had to admit it seemed fitting. Perhaps the butterfly had been a signal from DarkWolf to his minion on whom to turn and he’d merely forgotten to retrieve the item. Of course he had also believed in death that she would turn to the side of evil. So why should he reclaim that which was his when there would potentially be no need? It seemed as though slowly but surely the pieces of a mysterious puzzle were coming together.

“What say you GW, our so called keeper?” BRP asked, kicking a pebble across the uneven ground.

“I believe that I know not who is guilty, but that I must be true to our arrangement and go by the number of votes cast. I am sorry BRP, but your time has come.”

He growled. “The only one whose time draws near is yours.”

“Oh I doubt it.” GoddessWolf grinned. “You can always try. I too find I have a certain love of challenges.”

Sneering, BRP gripped the handle of his sword, unsheathing it. “You forget that I too have supernatural energy running through my veins, along with my weaponry.”

“GW, catch!” Uno shouted, tossing her two dusty broken bottles of Guinness.

“That’s it?” BlackRosePhantom laughed. “Two old broken bottles to defend against my sword?”

“It is not the weapon itself, but the person wielding it that truly makes a difference.” Piscean replied.

“If I were you,” Shaun mocked. “I’d be scared.”

GoddessWolf smacked the brittle bottles against the pub countertops, stepping back as the glass shattered into a million glittering pieces. Amongst the debris two pieces jutted out, each sharp as a dagger. “Let us finish this.”

“Let’s.”

“Oh honestly!” DarkWolf sighed. “Even I find this banter dreadfully boring.”

Leaping down from atop a tall Pine, the evil vampire landed with cat’s grace. His bloodshot eyes raked over the one he’d created with disgust.

“This isn’t the time or place.” GoddessWolf hissed. “Go crawl back into whatever ooze you were created from until I take care of your mess.”

“I can take her.” BRP insisted. “You need only give me the chance.”

DarkWolf laughed. “Many have tried and failed. I find you no different from them.”

In a whirl DW backflipped, grabbing hold of the shocked hounds head while twisting. With a sickening crunch BRP’s spine shattered, bone now protruding from where the man’s jugular had once been. In the shocked silence the gleaming sword clattered to the ground as its owner collapsed atop it.

“Rest in peace.” GW whispered. “May the land of the dead give you the battle you deserved.”

“There you go with that dreadful sentiment of yours.” DW gagged, backhanding the distracted vampiress. “If you truly want something done right you…”

“Do it yourself?” Uno asked.

“I was going to say you have to kill it yourself.” He mused. “Which is what I fully intend to do.”

GoddessWolf let loose a feral growl, charging at the smug vampire before striking out. “No more games.”

“I agree.” He hissed, wiping the blood from a cut above his left temple before swinging around to land a blow to GW’s abdomen, knocking both the wind and broken bottle fragments from her.

Wheezing, GW reached out and tore a wooden leg from the nearest stool as Piscean and Shaun both tackled her assailant to the ground.

DarkWolf cursed, shoving the humans off him in a single fluid movement.

GoddessWolf took advantage and leapt atop the fallen vampire, her wooden stake pressed deep into his heaving chest. “This ends tonight…….”

“I always knew you had it in you to kill, I just never realized bringing out the bloodlust would be this easy.”

“Annnnnd Cut!” Gregg shouted, stepping out from a hidden door in the castle towers, very much alive. “Great work everyone!”

GW and DW stood up laughing, wiping away the fake blood from their lips as they turned to face their director and reappearing cast mates.

“What the hell?” Shaun glared. “What are you people playing at?”

“Sorry about this.” GW smiled politely. “We’re reopening the festival for murder mystery groups. You were our test run.”

“But, but what about what we’ve seen?”

DW nodded. “We thought everyone would have questions, Uno. You see we choose certain actors and actresses for our test run, and then hired on a few “norms” to test reactions.”

“That’s messed up.” Piscean growled. “It sure as hell didn’t seem fake!”

“That’s how it was supposed to be.” Wolfx spoke up, cleaning the lens from his pocket sized camcorder. “Otherwise we wouldn’t be able to fake anyone out. This is a very much interactive theatre and we really needed to see true emotion.”

“So the whole vampire/hell hound scenario was completely Hollywood smoke and mirrors?” Shaun asked.

“Absolutely.” Tempest nodded.

“Positively.” BRP chimed in, rising from the bloody heap before them.

“We promise you’ll be compensated as if you were working a full festival run.” Golden Howl assured.

“Even though this was all a test we want to make sure we don’t leave a foul taste in anyone’s mouths.” NightDeath explained. “It’s the least we can do for emotional stress and enduring the elements out here.”

As the cast and directors gathered together to discuss the failures and success’s of the trial run, a chorus of howls rose up behind them. Whipping around the group stared in horror at the three before them.

Unodragone, Shaun, and Piscean Mora smiled, their eyes golden with menace. “Who ever said the original Renaissance Slaughter was only a myth?”


~~~The End

[UNODRAGONE]

damn GW!! Amazing ending I never would have thought of that!! :rockon: :notworthy: :beerchug:

[NightDeath]

Sweet ending GW :D:cool:

[Piscean Mora]

Haha, that was great. I can't believe we had such good luck rooting out the weres.

[greggchamberlain]

sure surprised, and delighted, me.

:cool: