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Introduction Story

After the escape of Scientist onto the world of Carrothia, little was known to him about the effect the vortex had when combined with the immense force of the exploding sun. The people on the moonbase didn’t actually die during the sun’s explosion, as a matter of fact they simply got pulled into the vortex which had been altered by the unleashed energy of the sun in a way far too complicated to even describe to mere mortals. Now the entire group found themselves on the harsch lands of Carrothia, a realm full of dangerous creatures and an even worse environment. The shadows of the mountains and forests were filled with eerie eyes, following every single step these new visitors took on the plains of Carrothia. Even the grasslands were not quite safe either, as some of the group found out in the old fashioned way of trial and error.

After a few days of scouting the area they discovered a peacefull looking little village hidden at the foot of a mountain and it was decided upon that they should head there. Once arrived at the village, they were welcomed by the village elder who told them many stories of the ancient Carrothian times at the village center. One of them being a story about a city of great power and treasures, located somewhere deep within the Carrothian marshlands. Though the village elder did not know the exact location of this place, he did give them a reasonable good description of the path they would follow in order to get near it’s supposed location.

One night the group discussed amongst themselves if they should find out if the story of the village elder was based upon facts or if it was simply a bedtime story told to the kids of the Carrothian towns. A few of the villagers who had joined the groups discussion volunteered to join them on the trip, as they themselves wondered if this story was based upon a real city of some sort. Some of the group decided that they found it to be a rather dangerous trip to embark on and told the others they’d rather stay here in this village, the others however wanted to take the trip and so they gathered as much stuff they could use on this long and dangerous journey to the unknown location. The village elder and a few of his curious followers joined them and together they set foot upon the road to power and treasures foretold in the stories of the village elder, who was now acting as their guide...


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*Mac joins the small group*

"Well what are we waiting for!? Let's go!"

I want breasts.

*raids the elders stuff before heading off*

"Wait for me guys!" *the stuff rattles in pockets as i run*

Let's search for treasure!

[[OOC: Wow thanks Shezmu, now I feel so much better. I didn't mean to blow everyone up, I had to save myself.....]]

*Looks around at everyone raiding the village for things that they want to take. Picks up a small stick and ties a rock up in a bundle on the end and slings it over his shoulder*

"Right which way are we heading? I still don't know how you lot survived, but, no hard feelings?"

*Walks cautiously down the path avoiding going near anyone*

[[something went a little wrong with the colors...always on my posts lol...anyways...I'm awaiting the targets from the ones able to see/kill/protect people...hope you'll all enjoy the game!!!]]

As Hemmer just walks with the group, not really watching anything but Scientists ass, he suddenly noticed it was getting dark in the forest.
Ofcourse, with him being he wouldn't dare to make his move on Scientist the first night already.

Hemmer directly forget about Scientist when he saw Senturu.
Rawr, I really want to seduce him.. In my lovely new pink sweater I bought at that shop in that tiny funny village with the old man. His thing was enourmous though...
err....


[Yeah, obviously Hemmer was the g@y type, who'd swallow everything you'd feed him.]

With the first night slowly coming to it’s end, the sun started to show it’s first rays of light. Most of the night had been rather quiet as most of the adventurers were tired from this first little trip towards the dangerous looking forest in the distance. The three travellers who had been talking to the other one had entered the cave and vanished for most of the night. Only a few of the travellers who had trouble sleeping heard some strange kind of howling coming from the direction of  that same cave later that night, only one of them actually smiled when he heard the howling whilst doing some sort of ancient ritual.

Meanwhile Mac was sneaking out of his tent and headed towards one of the other tents, unknowingly that he was being watched closely by a pair of eyes from within the shadows of the surrounding tents. As Mac carefully entered the tent, he noticed all kinds of scientific experiments littering the small area inside. Between all the strange machines, Scientist was vast asleep. Being the same man who seemingly tried to blow them all to the afterlife, Mac thought he should make sure that Scientist would not try something like that ever again. Carefully Mac pulled out a seringe and a strange liquid and injected Scientist’s upper arm with it, rendering him completely unconsious. Then he pulled Scientist out of his tent and carried him towards a deep hole which he had been digging since they arrived at this campsite. After slowly rolling the unconsious one into it, he started to cover the hole up with leaves, branches and plaques of dirt and grass.

Satisfied with his foolproof attempt to get rid of Scientist once and for all, Mac slowly returned towards the camp, this was about the time that he noticed something or someone had been following him. Slowly he turned around and there it was, a pair of eyes simply staring at him from the shadows. Mac quickly turned around an started running, only to fall down flat on his face with two wellplaced ropedarts sticking deep inside his upper and lower legs. Screaming in pain, Mac tried to crawl away from his attacker, who was quickly rushing towards him to finish what he had started. With a last gush of breath, Mac felt a sword stabbing through his back, piercing his heart and then it all went black for him.

Just as fast as this silent killer entered the open field, he dissapeared into the shades again. Silent and deadly have always been the traits of a true killer, though these traits have also been said to belong to another creature of which was talked about in stories  concearning Carrothian history. Three pairs of green glowing eyes peered through the darkness of the night and the creatures attached had already cought the scent of freshly shed blood. As if they were merged with the shadows these creatures ran towards  the place Mac had been killed, watching something else of interest slip by them under the cover of darkness. Two of these darkfurred beasts started encircling the Assassin, whilst the third one closed in the newfound prey from behind. Suddenly they jumped their prey with horrendous growling, their sharp claws slashing through flesh and bones and their teeth sinking deep into the flesh of their victim. Their green glowing eyes had been the only thing visible to their meal. Knowing it would be daytime soon, the Shadowhounds fled into the caves out of which they came from, leaving the lifeless corpse of Wolf Ruga behind with his blooded sword still attached to his fleshless hand.

As the Elder gathers everyone around for breakfast, he notices that quite a few people to be missing from their tents...

Guardian protects Scientist (Cannot be Voted upon this day)
Assassin kills Mac (Guardian)
Shadowhounds kill Wolf Ruga (Assassin)

It is daytime now...Cast your votes!

Good Side (12)

Bezerker (1)(Battle of Death:1)
Assassin (Wolf Ruga - DEAD)
Guardian (Mac - DEAD)
Cupid (1)(Lovepotion Testing: 0)
Psychic(1)
Deranged Psychic (1)
Masons (3)
Carriers (5)

Evil Side (4)

Shadowhounds (3)
Pagan Mystic (1)

*Lays a mushroom on mac's grave*

sorry,  Mac I couldn't find any roses =(

* Looks up in the sky*

Which malovent creature could have done this merciless deed?

Wait.. What did my friend the pope always say when I was young? The g@y people have always done the bad thing? That must mean!?

 [Vote: hemmer swallows]

*Assists packing up Scientists stuff*

"Bah! I dispise homosexuals! They're even worse than girls for leaving mess about and expecting it to be cleaned up by other people, and they don't even thank you! Going by these astute observations, I shall have to say,"

Vote: Hemmer Swallows

OOC {Disclaimer. All opinions are those of my characters. I have no mean to insult or hurt anyone, I merely was hunting for a reason to kill Hemmer, and this came up.}

Hm... Senturu, WHAT are you doing near that treasure chest!!! ???

Vote: Senturu

uhh kinda obvous eh? i want some gold dang it

Vote: Hemmer Swallows

i vote for

{knight of the round table}

the new guys scare me

What!? This is madness! Why me? Without me there's no chance of any of you getting laid in the following three years! I'm just an ordinary peasant!

Senturu! How did you get your butt so tight anyways? Must've been some exercising last night? And some good flesh meal, raw ofcourse.
I am the diet guru! I know how to get everything in shape!

[Vote: Senturu]

*Running almost in tears. Trips as she tries to catch up.*

Noone woke me up...  :(

*Faints as she is informed that someone has died.*

*Crying.*

No hemmer, This is sparta! umn... Carothia I mean :P. I was gonna vote for senturu, but now im not so sure. (Vote: Knight of the Round Table.)

Swiss cheese? I had no clue! I'm sorry Senturu!
Well, I guess I'll go and try to save my ass then...

[Vote: knight of the Round Table]

Sent darling, i aren't new. I've played in all werewolf games for the last 6 eras, except last game...

I stand firm....i know good shall prevail!

after feeling rather down from being kneed in the back and groin last night
salaracen proceeded to lie on the ground in the middle of the crowed area
beging quiet mad at swallows for being so *beep* last night he decided to vote for somebody who could have possibly been a werewolf unlike the round table knight

[vote:hemmer swallows]

[OOC/no offence hemmer, tis the rest of de crew be voting for you and i know the knights not guilty, for certain]

Day 1 Ending:


After everyone calmed down during breakfast and stopped accusing eachother of being the killer, the village elder told them they had to head out soon, if they were to reach the other end of the forest before nightfall. Quickly the Carriers packed up the tents, whilst the others grabbed the food that still wasn’t eaten during their breakfast. After an hour or so, everyone was ready to head out and the elder told them to hurry up and go towards the forest. And so they did, slowly heading towards the dark forest in the distance.

When they came closer and closer to the forest, the elder started telling stories about it being the home of  some sort of flying creature. Everyone was impressed by the detailed way of which the story was told by the old man, not knowing that it had not been stories he was telling them, but the truth. As soon as they arrived at the first part of the forest and all were awed by the impressive size of the old trees, when in the distance a loud screeching sound was to be heard. Everyone froze and refused to walk any further after the stories the old man told about wyvern-like creatures as they did not quite fancied being eaten alive by these horrendous flyingbeasts. The old man tried to convince them that they were in no danger at all, since these wyverns only attacked when you come to close to their nests, which would probably be packed with valuable stones as they liked shiny rocks. With this said, the elder unknowingly sparked the greed in some of the groupmembers and they started heading deep into the forest untill they reached an open spot right in it’s center. A few thought this would be a great place to set up camp for the night, though others preferred to move on as it wasn’t even getting dark yet when suddenly another loud screeching was to be heard right above theur heads. As they looked up, they saw a wyvern land right on top of a huge glittering nest. Filled with thoughts about valuable stones, they immediately they started discussing about who was to be send up into the tree to get the precious rocks. Then they suddenly all turned around and faced Hemmer, who was simply sitting there looking at some holes in his brandnew pink sweater.

Suddenly the greedy group yelled at him to get on his feet and prove himself being innoscent by climbing up the tree and into the wyverns nest. Hemmer simply showed them the finger and told them that Knight was a way better climber then he was, besides he didn’t want his nails to break as he pointed at the pink nailpolish on his middlefinger. This ofcourse angered the group and they started to close in on Hemmer, who in turn got up his feet and started running into the darkness of the forest. High above them, a running pink thing had been noticed and with loud screeching sounds, one of the nearby wyverns plunged down through the trees and snatched Hemmer with his claws. With a rather unmanly scream, Hemmer’s body got crushed within the claws of the beast along with the crates he had been carrying, his intestines littered the treetops as the wyvern flew back up towards it’s nest. Shocked by this event, the rest of the group started to run into the other direction the wyvern. They ran for miles and miles untill they finally came to the other side of the horrible wyvern infested forest. After everyone somewhat calmed down, they noticed that darkness had already cought up with them so they decided to setup camp awaiting what horrors this night would bring them. Hopefully they would have better luck when they cross the open plains now in front of them.

Hemmer: 7 (Carrier)
Knight: 6
Neratu: 1

Nighttime...I'm awaiting your targets!!!

great now Hemmers gone, you ahols who voted for him. geeze, couldnt you see he was good?

night night everybody
*salaracen falls over...... dead...... or asleep i cant tell the differnce most the time

*goes around pondering how can there possibly be another assassin alive...*

Either something's wrong, or something's wrong...
Let's face it. Either I am a deranged psychic, or somebody else has the power of an assassin....
Oh well, I think I must sadden and go with the first one :(

*goes back to his room and waits for voting day, at least there I can be useful..*