depends on the weaknesse I don't want people to have to jump through hoops to combat you

OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to post this up. I've been really busy in real life. And yes, this was approved, before anyone asks.



IC: Villager Mob

Aurelius stood in the mob of villagers, staring at the dead werewolf. He was vaguely aware that an older man was giving a brief speech about how brave the peasants were to defeat the wolf, but his real focus was on the howl still echoing through his mind. What kind of monster is this? If it hadn't been for the blacksmith's dagger, we might have lost quite a few people on this chase. Even in death, the manlike wolf filled Aurelius with a deep fear of what could have been; it looked as though one blow from the monster would snap Aurelius in half like a twig. The only reason the hedge mage had gone along on the chase was that it was probably safer chasing a single werewolf than being stalked by more back at the village.

The idea of going back to his hut outside the village terrified him. I should stay at the inn tonight, and get move my possessions there in the morning. It's not safe to live alone outside the village until the werewolves have been exterminated.

OOC: On the subject of strengths and weaknesses, I think Evil Pigeon is alright with them to some extent. After all, he allowed a magic-using character who would probably die if anyone got into close combat with him.

THUMP! ''Ow! Guars butt!'' Zak cursed to himself as he hit his head on one of his shelves.
The farmer got up, rubbing his head. Somthing had awaken him... But what, the farmer
wondered to himself. Then he heard it again, the sound of his heard. They never made noises.
''Who the hell!'' The farmer ran towarrd the door, grabbing a hammer as he did so! Bursting out
of his house, into the night sky, he ran toward the field! The farmer could see some movement
out there.

''HEY! You!'' Zak grabbed one of his torch sticks from a barrel as he stomped toward the field.
''Zurtoz.'' The farmer mumbled a minor fire spell, lighting the torch stick with red flame! The figure
that was out in the fields began to dash toward the other side of the fence.. The exit!
''You better run! If I catch you harrasing my hea-'' Zak tripped over somthing as he stomped through
the field. He felt both items fall from his hands as he hit the tall grass ground with a thud!

Zak cursed to himself, turning around to see what it was he tripped over. His eyes widened in horror
as he gazed at it... One of his goats had been, mutilated! ''Ewww....'' As the farmer pulled himself to
his feet, he smelled somthing... burning? Zak slowly turned around, to see the field ablaze!
''NO NO NO NO!''

Name: Laurana Vandacia

Race: Imperial

Age: 17

Class: Waitress

Skills: Brewing, speech craft, alchemy and healing (non magic type).
Physical Description: Slim frame with lush green eyes and straight dark brown hair that ends just below the shoulders.

Mental Description: Usually happy and outgoing but won't back down from an argument even if she knew she would lose (stubborn). Very talkative.

Clothes: Knee high leather boots, short crimson skirt and tunic, long brown apron, silver necklace

Armor: Nil

Weapons: Rusty iron dagger hidden in left boot (in case it gets a bit rowdy at the inn)

Misc Items: Notepad and a small piece of charcoal used to write down ordes.
Bio: Laurana was just 6 when her parents were both killed by the alpha male when they were trying to protect her. Luckily the innkeeper arrived just in time to scare it off, otherwise it would have got her aswell. The innkeeper adopts Laurana as his own and she takes an instant liking to him, warming to the position of waitress at the Inn because, as she explains several times to the innkeeper, she gets to meet new people. She sometimes is found sitting down with a group of people blissfully chatting away instead of serving people.



IC: Village Inn
Laurana paced back and forth in front of the counter. She was nervous. Even though she had not been involved in the chase in any way, Laurana still felt scared and vulnerable. What if they can't catch it? What if it comes back down to the village, to find her all alone with nothing but a rusty dagger for protection. They wouldn't be able to kill it. It was a monster from somebody's horrible nightmare! Laurana drummed her fingers on the counter. Calm down, she told herself. No use worrying about something that might not even happen. The blacksmith's dagger had hurt it definately, that much she was sure of. It wouldn't be able to come back for a while after this. Beginning to feel much more sure of herself, Laurana decided to prepare for the mob's return. Someone might be injured, she thought to herself as she soaked some bits of cloth in water. When she was finished she pulled a bag of special healing herbs out from under the counter and put some water in a bowl to wash wounds. Satisfied that she was ready, Laurana sat behind the counter, waiting for everyone to return.

-grabs the Post and beats it with a stick- ''WORK DAMN YOU!''

... alright, apparently by popular demand this of all threads has been resurrected, I think I'll repost it so that I can find out who is actually in on this... before I do however who is still willing to do this rp?

Im in. Though being a farmer svcks lol. Maybe I can try a Blacksmith.

Yeah, I'm in. I've been waiting for a werewolf RP for aaaaaaages, I'm not going to let it die! So lets do this! :foodndrink:

RESURRECT!

No.