Seeking Information: Wolves on Two Feet

[KidKrinkles 2044]

A notice would find itself pinned to the boards and roadways of the various major cities and pathways of Aevos.

 

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A depiction of a pack of wolves, with curious, menacing eyes.

 

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AS A MATTER OF INTRIGUE.

 

 

I have found myself  with a particular word hanging on the tip of my tongue these past few Saint's Days. That word is 'werewolf'; a new word, something given to me by a young man a top a vessel as I conversed with him, and his captain. A word handed to him by someone who had seen some new sort of spawn, more wolf than man, but not quite either.

 

I had been visiting the Vale on a whim as I had not been through the verdant glens of the far west in ages. I'd noticed a brightness from Reinmar, more than I'd remembered in the past, and came up to investigate. The sight was not what I expected; an after math. A clinic full of wounded and bloodied folk. Riding to the castle, those who stood were on edge, clutching daggers and blades, and regaling what had occurred. "Like a wolf", "wolf-like", but when I pressed for information; it was not 'just a wolf'. I've never known dire wolves to assault cities in mass, nor, have hides so resistant to blades.

 

It wasn't the first time I'd heard this too. My daughter the Bishop Stefaniya had passed me on my merry way in the Midlands. "Father, be careful. There are wolves attacking Hyspia." I have not known wolves, then, to attack cities, even Hyspia; let alone I have not known wolves to live in the desert or to stalk them. I had donned my helmet, against her wishes, and rode to the city and found their gates closed. But I could hear the screams from within, and I could hear the chaos. But, alas, I had still seen not; only heard.

 

When I spoke to those in Reinmar I learned of more attacks: seemingly the Vale had been struck before as well, so has Ravenmire, so has Haense. I maintain my position: this cannot be the work of ordinary wolves. I ponder the few statements made. 'Wolf-like', but not wolf; and more man than wolf. It seems crazy, but, there are crazier things still in this world. Perhaps there is merit to these claims.

 

My hope is people might see this notice and write to me, perhaps to meet, perhaps to offer me insight. I wish to aggregate information and either assuage fear or inform the public.  My hope is to review witness testimonies and tales, survivors and victims, and find commonality in both encounter, behavior, and appearance. In the meantime, as a note, I would suggest you eye your hunting hounds warily, and monitor them for unusual behavior. We step once more into the unknown. I will make my findings available once I would consider them 'complete'.

 

Signed,

THE HONORABLE, Ser Victor Rorin of the House Tarus, Veteran-Ranger of Númendil, Wildsmen of Garenbrig, and Knight of the Order of the Pyre

 

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[milksoda 2892]

A missive was penned back to Victor Rorin signed and stamped by the NGS National Geographical Society of Explorers and Scholars. Upon it was writ: "Most wolves have at least two feet."

 

Signed,

Ash Adelaide World's Greatest Explorer

[KidKrinkles 2044]

24 minutes ago, milksoda said:

A missive was penned back to Victor Rorin signed and stamped by the NGS National Geographical Society of Explorers and Scholars

Upon it was writ: "Most wolves have at least two feet."

 

Signed,

Ash Adelaide World's Greatest Explorer

 

Victor stared at the response, and, let out a long sigh. He had to edit his flyer.

 

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[Werew0lf 24181]

The farmer clutches at the leg of the deceased woman, dragging her away towards his barn. His white rags are painted in red, but luckily, he was able to steal the jacket of the man he had previously slain. Sobbing into his left-hand, the farmer piled the woman into the other mound of corpses reeking out from his farm-house. 

 

ANIMAL HIDE BEING BURNT.

 

This was the sign that the farmer had placed outside of his barn, as he set all the corpses alight. 

[MayRndz 1830]

A certain wick peered at that paper before crumbling it in the palm of one hand slowly, peering dully down at the blood spattered crossed her form.  “I’m not becoming some experiment”

[Pegleg_Bob 1111]

Riding down a road a Levymen of Blackworth would pause as he looks at a missive posted on a tree and pauses, he would then go to ride back to Blackworth as he nods his head “The world needs to know about these werebeasts, and I think it’s time to start telling people the information I know.”

[King_Kunuk 3027]

An ambitious Necromancer reads about these hungry creatures. A sense of morbid curiosity fills him. Perhaps he may find a way to coerce these things into helping him with his plots and schemes- should they be open to reason of course. HIS reason that is...

[confusedjester 828]

Anneliese Vourkehardt sat in her corridors, scrubbing out the blood in her pink dress. The blood, hers naught, but of a patient she had saved the life of, after he had been attacked by a werewolf earlier that hour! The Noblewoman whom had never set eyes upon such a horrid beast before, was quite shaken. As she scrubbed, she peered down upon her own arms, imagining them missing. Wistfully, she thought to herself... "I am sure lucky that the werewolf did nicht catch me for meal.." Spoke the pacifist, who had not fought in a long while. "I would surely be dead.. hrmh.. at least I saved a life!- Eugh, what an awful creature.. I hope I never see one again. Never ever.." Spake the Vourke, wiping at some blood on her face, rubbing her dented cranium, before continuing to clean her gown.

 

At long last, her dress was pink once more.

Edited November 6, 2024 by confusedjester

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Bon'Ox furrows his brow as he hears murmurs amongst his hired construction workers: 

 

"Where-wolf? Izi ihn da woodz lat globz..." the goblin butts into the conversation, unaware of the looming threat.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

Castien, one of those recently attacked in Reinmar, looks at the missive with a slight grimace. He doesn't like remembering it. It makes his arm stump throb even more than it already does, as if it's still there. 

 

He considers reaching out, considering the encounter was all he's thought about since. There was something more than just... viciousness involved. For a moment, the creature attacking him appeared to think.

 

But who knows if that information would be worth a damn thing.