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Scum and Villainy - The Town!

Slightly dazed by the morning light, Sir Zantos takes his place next to Darian

"There's a lot of blood out there my friend, i we're going to need all the weapons we can lay our hands on" he voices as he walks over to the crowds to investigate further.

Upon reaching the site he notes the strange collection of figures that stand out from the milling town populace. It appears bad luck was going to follow him where ever he went. Well nothing to do but take control of the situation, ride it out and pray you survive.

Standing up straight, he marchs out in front of the gathered crowd

"My good friends, i am Sir Zantos. I have come from afar to help you deal with this problem. Now has anyone seen anything suspicious recently?"
 
Having apparently blacked out the previous night amongst a bunch of barrels in the backyard of a house he didn't recognise for a moment Hellbreaker stood up and brushed himself off.
He would usually have a headache after waking up in strange places like these, and so he did too, hence why he managed to fall over every single barrel at least twice before recognising himself.

Paying no head to the fact he had slept outside of the tavern, in the cold, he walked out on the streets.
"Gooooood morning folks!" he shouted, but no one was nearby. Apparently the lil' bastards had gathered in one end of the road, so he walked over about to repeat himself but stopping halfway before opening his mouth. "Oh dear, is that Jake? What will his son say?"
 
After examining the corpses, SaurusWarrior makes a few deductions.

"seems to be of mamalian origin, large claws, and probably unbound strength... the wisest action might to seal yourselfs up at night as best you can, preferably with several layers of barriers."

Saurus walks to the inn, where he's staying. "May the fallen always be remembered," he mutters under his breath, drinking a small pint of whiskey to dull the stunning brutalness of the deaths.
 
After coming to the same conclusions as the drinking one, Yzan went back into the house to help barricade it, after all, it's his home to.
 
"buy the sounds of your deductions there sir," Darian calls over,

"Would ya be thinkin' it be soundin' like we've got wolfman troubles?"
 
Yes sir, Darian, we have wolfmen, by the looks. But even barricades may not help much to protect us.
 
"Right, to my understanding wolfmen have an aversion to silver, at least thats what the tales say..." Darian stood and addressed the frightened villagers.

"Alright, as the gent says, hiding behind barriers won't be enough to stave these beasties off. If you want your homes back, you'll haveta fight for 'em!" "First, we need to bring all silver we can together at the blacksmiths. I have equipment to make shot, and I trust the archers and hunters among you should have the know-how to forge arrowheads and speartips..." he fishes in his pockets and pulls out a few silver coins. "The last of my drinking money!" he said to illicit a nervous laugh from the assembled throng.

"Well, better to give the doggies a dose of silver then to sleep tight with a bellyfull of grog when rex and his cronies come a callin'!" with that he makes his way to the smithy to start his preperations, muttering about fortifications and mentally inventorying his weapons...
 
Having his investigation cut short Sir Zantos decides to chip in with the act of silver collecting.

"This would have been a lot easier if i had found some treasure on the trip" he mumbles to himself
 
walking to the commotion salkuhn pulled out his weapon beliving that it was a riot upon noticing blood he instantly sheathed his dagger and ran to the scene after a short investigation he anounced ''wolfmen.about two or three maybe more'' noticing a group of men and greeted them whith a shake of the hand and a small talk about the goings on of last knight ''iye wolfmen have a nack for this.hope ya dont get clawed in the knight by a werewolf.not a thing you say every day.''
 
The Hunted slowly came to his senses. Silver, weapons, booze, wolves.
Wait, that didn't make sense. It was without the booze...
He told Dreadgrass that he had a luckstone. Which, rather conveniently, was made of silver.
"It never brought me much luck anyway" he said with a faint smile.

Again he brought out a bottle from somewhere, he was thirsty once more!

The Hunted
 
"Thank ye kindly master hunted..." he looks the man up and down, "Did ye have a pistol or somesuch fer me to make some shot for yeh?"
 
Well, I have a bunch of old silverware that i don't use! *brings out a large chest and opens it, dupping the silverware out*

May it be put to good use.

But Darian, what if they're immune to the silver though?
 
"Aye, the legends may not be true, and the silver may have no special properties, but it be our best option, and who knows? Least ways its always been my experience that ye pump enough shot into something and it'll go down eventually!"
 
(side note, I will not be home for Sunday afternoon till Tuesday evening, just so people know)
 
novatomato looks up after hearing the discussion on how to kill the werewolves "It has been my firm belief that a silver bullet in the head would kill just about anything, same thing goes for a stake in the heart, or any bullet in the head and any pointed object in the heart really."
 
after doing some basic "barricading", Yzan walks up to novatomato and said:
"I agree, don't believe every fairytale you hear, normal bullets do the same damage to their brains as silver, but silver may, and I say may slow their advance more then normal bullets if shoot anywhere else then the brain. It depends on how long the creature have been a lycan, the longer the less impact silver will have."
 
Larinus was walking down the road to the tavern, intending to get there before the rowdy lot got there, when he heard quite a bit of commotion in the town square. He walks boldly into the scrum of people to try and get a sense of what is going on, when he smells something quite peculiar. He looks down to find a trail of blood leading to somewhere in the middle of the group of people. Before he could see what had happened, he ran off and puked outside the tavern.
 
Conwar, a warrior priest of Sigmar, shouldered his hammer as he looked upon the carnage. He was staying in the town as an overnight stop on the way to another destination. But, it now looked like here more than where he was going. Conwar pushed his way to front of what frantic villagers were still gathered about the dead. "If this is the work of wolf men, there is no doubt that they are the vile spawn of chaos," Conwar shouted to the villagers, "do not fear chaos! To let yourself be frightened by chaos is to let it control you!" He slammed his hammer into the ground for dramatic effect. A few nearby villagers drew back to avoid it.

"Do not give in to the will of chaos, we must take action! Those of your village who walk in the dark ways of sin are those who have been chosen by chaos,"Conwar jabbed his war-hammer into the air, "those of us who travel in the light of Sigmar must seek out and destroy those who do evil! FOR SIGMAR!" The crowd answered with a roaring cheer. "Let us bury those dead who fell before the hand of chaos," Conwar said in a lower tone, "and then start our search for those who deify Sigmar's will." A few villager went to grab shovels and start their grim work. "May Sigmar watch over your souls," Conwar prayed over the dead, "you will be avenged."
 
OOC: Day 2 ends in 24 hours from this post, so get any last minute actions in ASAP! And don't forget to PM me to show me what you have done.
 
After he had finished vomiting violently, he looked up and saw sulkhan sitting outside the tavern. He walked over to him and took a seat nearby. "Not your ideal place to be staying, is it sulkhan?" With that he cast one last glance at the crowd and then went inside for a drink.
 
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