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[Borg]

Vesper, a port of call for many a traveler and journeyman looking for wares to barter; had a shocking discovery last weekend. It appeared that a wolf had slain a child returning from the Busy Bee home; which stirred the a few local hunters to seek out the wolf and bring justice to the childs grieving parents. For 2 nights attempts the hunters found fresh tracks and leftover carcasses from animals torn apart; they seemed right on the heals of the wolf. It continued to elude them with occassional howls in the distance seeming to urge them on further. Each night turned to day and as the sun rose the trail grew cold. As the hunters returned to Vesper from their pursuit that had taken them nearly to Britains city limits, they were heckled by a mad man who lived on the edge of the swamps.

"ye never will find what ye seek if what ye seek is never in your mind to find"

The hunters scoffed at the old coot and continued home to Vesper. Jon the healer from Vesper rounded the bend and as he past the hunters he said he was traveling to Britain to verify some tests he had been conducting on the remains of the child. He implored the men not to venture out until he returned with his results. The hunters finished thier journey back to Vesper and took rooms in the Inn to rest and wait the return of the Healer.

Jon quickened his lama's step and soon was within the city of Britain and headed straight for Britainia Animal Care. Once inside he asked the local Vetrinarian to check the samples of blood to see if he could identify the species they came from. After a few tests he verified that the blood was human; but what was also verified was that the saliva was mainly human with traces of canine qualities. This was the confirmation that Jon had sought and he quickly took the reports and headed back to Vesper.

The day had grown late and the evening mist had just begun to settle across the swamp that now sat ominously ahead of Jon. As he spurred on his lama he could never remember a night where he could hear so many small noises that caused him so much fright. Onward he ventured through the swamp and again passed the mad man's small shack. There he sat on the steps tending to a flight of arrows and bow.

"Did ye find what your mind did not seek....hhehehehe"? the mad man laughed

Spurring on the lama now into nearly a full gallop Jon pressed out of the swamps and into the now darkness of the woodlands heading to Vesper. Suddenly a great howl broke through the treeline coming from directly ahead of Jon. Jon stopped and listened but now there were no sounds whatsoever to be heard...not even a night cricket. Onward he commenced.....then from now behind him again the howl broke the silence. Again Jon quickened the lama's pace. AGAIN the howl broke the night air but this time directly beside them in the bushes seeming to match their journey equally in direction and pace. The lama began to struggle to maintain the gallop and just as Jon looked down and gave his companion a pat of reassurance he was jolted from the lama. Slamming onto the ground and up against a tree; Jon sat up and gathering his bearings looked back to the path to see a huge wolf tearing vast chunks of flesh from his lama's carcass. As Jon moved to attempt to stand a terrible pain pulsed from his back. He reached around to feel the warmth of his own blood now covering his hand. Again he tried to stand but the pain was too great and he began to tend his wound...all while keeping an eye on the beast now nearly finished with his lama. As Jon finished his dressing he stood and gained the attention of the beast which now seemed to be ready for a second helping. As the beast began to slowly step over the remains of the Lama it was struck broadside by two arrows and then a third and fourth. The beast turned and glanced up the road and then as if it was not even damaged bolted into the brush and was gone.

The hunting party had been tracking the beast and luckily for Jon now had saved him from becoming the second course meal. Injured and weak Jon was taken back to Vesper and healers began to tend his wounds.

The wounds would not heal and Jon broke into a fever and hives. The healers could not remedy the injury and Jon seemed to be falling into a coma. The healers gathered outside and told the hunters they were at a loss for what he was afflicted by. Then like a crack of lightning the door of the healers Blasted off its hinges claiming the life of the one healer standing near it....out blasted a huge wolf with a flaming blood red coat of fur. The beast snapped at the hunters spears and then bolted toward the bridge. The hunters gathered their tools of trade and took after him.

Through the city they chased him until the last bridge to the mainland they began to cross. The giant wolf stopped dead center of the bridge and the hunters stopped at their end and took up a position. Across to the other side of the bridge, to their amazement, was the mad man of the swamp! He stood in alone with a single arrow that glistened in the moonlight as if made of all metal. The great wolf howled and then began to charge the mad man and as it took a final stride it launched itself at the mad man. The mad man let fly his arrow and it hit true to the center of the chest of the great beast......causing it to collapse at the madman’s feet. The hunters stood a moment in awe then bolted to the other side of the bridge.

There they found the mad man laughing again.

"Now you mind what ye see and see what ye seek" ranted the mad man as he turned and began to walk back to Britain mumbling more.

"Healer do you no good, no good a healer can do"

The hunters looked up and watched as the mad man now disappeared into the night; then looked down at their feet.....Jon the healer lay naked and dead with a silver arrow through his heart.

Nearby hanging on the lamppost at the end of the bridge they found Jon's backpack. Opening it they found the test results from Britain noting the canine and human blend of fluids evidence. Across the page was scribbled in mad fashion.

"Where’s the wolf"

"the wolf is here"

were the wolf

werewolf

Werewolf

WEREWOLF!

*closes storybook* Colin Mor

Now then.....if ye be a wise man and take this lore with heed......if ye get bit by a blood red wolf .....seek not a healer but seek a Veterinarian for a grandmaster of Animal lore and Animal Healing may be your only hope......less ye find your end at the point or blade of a silver weapon.

*smiles and winks*

NOTE:this is one of a large series of enhancements  for entertainment value and for dev team review....I hope you all enjoy it equally.

YES this is a ROLEPLAYED way of tossing an IDEA up for discussion.....this idea is Lycanthrope

Mechanics=red wolf that can only be damaged by silver weapons that utilizes poision bite that then polymorphs target into like wolf and only CURE is GM VET + GM Animal Lore OR death (which creates a RED corpse and is lootable by ANYONE)

Graphics for 2D would be red wolfs........3D would be area where dev could really have fun like in pictures below. (example of McFarlans Werewolf)

I choose to try and be entertaining at how I present ye all with FUN ideas for discussion.....over pure data suggestion.

[Elathiel]

This was a wonderful story and great idea (as usual from you Sire) !