Werewolves Revamped - story-time

Story Time - Day 0

The game has started!

Day 0 | Moonlight chronicles Long were the werewolves rulers of the Star Isles. The first to gain sentience, they expanded across the continent and became masters of the world's magic, but they were not sated. In their need for expansion, they nearly drove themselves to extinction. A few were lucky to survive, and such they decided to master the secrets of nature instead, using it as their shield from the worlds dangers. Then, one day, a new species became sentient. Humans. The wolves noticed, but did not care. Their complacency allowed the humans to repeat the same mistakes and then one day, the townsfolk came marching for the forest they called home, wielding the same destructive magic they once did, looking for an artifact they believed would grant them power over all. In all this, two spies met upon a ruined battlefield. There they realised, and wished they could've been friends. @Participant

Story Time - Night 1

Nothing happened...

Night 1 | A Moonless Night Dear Hexy, I'm quite nervous as I write this letter. The spell will make sure the ink only shows up for your eyes. Read it fast, however. It should burn to a crisp in a crystal's glow. Don't worry, it shouldn't light your fur on fire. I was born in the slums of Fang’s End, next to a lake we called the Rot Silver, polluted by all the cursed silver that kept the city running. Nothing survived in the toxic water but these tiny crustaceans called shrimps. I became obsessed with them. My Butcher’s Eye makes it so I can see through flesh. These little creatures with exoskeletons were quite the delight and mystery. I still keep a shrimp tank for leisure. It wasn’t long before the bastards at the central government heard of my ability and forced me to work as a member of the Dawn Covenant. Ah, the cruel things I've seen. He was a wolf, one of our experiments, but after getting to know him…let's just say, we fell in love. I asked him to shapeshift into a shrimp in my tank so I could free him, but he couldn’t escape the guard. To protect me, he didn’t tell anyone about our relationship, even under the most ruthless torture. Oh, I don’t even want to think about our last meeting. He was…not himself. They didn’t even give him a painless death. The Covenant threatened my siblings’ lives. I have to keep working for them. I’ve been sabotaging their research here and there and leaving behind weapons during my surveys. But now I have you as a contact, can I do anything to help? I hope I hear from you soon, Hexy. Stay safe out there! Tonight is a moonless night. Regards, Crypy (TL;DR: Nothing happened. @Participant @Mentor )

Story Time - Day 1

It seems a murder of crows has murdered

@Crystalising Conjurer! crow

Day 1 | Forgotten vows Dear Crypy Your magic is as entertaining as it is a great firestarter, a pretty pink glow to light the woodstove in my residence. I find myself back in Lupia, my hometown and birthplace as I write this letter. Supposedly the Lunari council deemed me too important to be out on a moonless night. A chorus of bird familiars sing their song as dusk comes, people gather at remembrance square as they leave work, ready to forget the vows our ancestors made in the face of war while sharing a cup of tea. Maybe it's hypocritical of me to say as such, writing letters to what I'm told is my enemy in the solitude of my house before I am inevitably forced to use this accursed hell magic stolen from your people to carry out more missions, more murders, like the poor fellows send out on a suicide mission to take down @Crystalising Conjurer. Perhaps at the end, if we're both alive, we may share a cup of tea ourselves. Regards, Hexy (edited)

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@Participant @Mentor (edited)

Story Time - Night 2

@Sundering Sorceress was elected as Mayor.

Night 2 | New Leader Dear Hexy, It's been a few tides since I last wrote to you. I've been struggling to put words on paper. The Covenant sent in the body of @Crystalising Conjurer. I still remember the first time I met her at the orientation. Young and vibrant. Eager to get her hands on rare crystals. In my ten-year tenure, hundreds of spell users like her passed through the gate of the Covenant and returned a dead body on the silver table. I should hate you and your kind, but I don't. We are miserable cogs of this well-silvered machine. Our fate has been sealed before the first sunrise. After moons of evaluation, @Sundering Sorceress is selected as the new leader of the artifact task force, replacing @Minefield Magus, whose recent injury has become a concern. She was known for the battle with @Starbind Spiritualist in the Moonflame Crusade. When I returned to survey the battlefield, fallen stardust covered the vast plain, shimmering under the dark sky, hiding blood and broken limbs. I couldn't help but collect some of them. I still have them in a vial. Next time I see you, maybe I can show it to you? Best Regards, Crypy (TL;DR: Swurtle is elected @Mayor @Participant @Mentor ) (edited)

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Story Time - Day 2

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@Shapechanging Sorcerer; [Tue, August 19th 2025 11:03:03] Cause of Death: Died on the street due to choking and loose bowels.

Day 2 | Monitored Solitude Dear Crypy Today I was send out on a mission again to rescue an imprisoned commander of ours. They send me alongside @Starbind Spiritualist, though I suspect he's there to keep an eye on me. It pains me to see these young people fight a war they barely understand, and I wonder if it's selfish to pity myself for having to keep doing the same. I would not blame you if you hated me. At least today the stars were kind to me, convincing my squad mate to infiltrate the prison without killing, not unless discovered. When we discovered where our target was, but when we came upon his cell, he was already expired. @Starbind Spiritualist wrote it off as cruel torture and murder by the townsfolk, but his body looked too clean for that. I choose to believe someone here offered them mercy. It'd keep me sane for now. I think I'll take you up on that offer. The first wolves believed stardust to bring blessings, different from any magic human or wolf could learn. Most believe it to be just a myth. "Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might Have the wish I wish tonight." Kind regards, Hexy (TL;DR: @Shapechanging Sorcerer died, elect a reporter) @Participant @Mentor @Mayor (edited)

Story Time - Night 3

@★SATELLITE PUNCHER!★ was lynched. yeen

@Kraken Klairvoyant was lynched.

@★SATELLITE PUNCHER!★ has died. It's horrible, but it seems yeen

@Kraken Klairvoyant has died.

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Night 3 | Bloodshed Dear Hexy, I didn’t know you were down in the Pit. The cursed silver force field normally dispels magic of your kind, but thankfully your hellstrike spell is different. As for your unfortunate friend, let’s just say @Ghoul Guard owes me a favor. I lied to him, saying I was there to examine this new shape-changing fellow. The force field rendered @Shapechanging Sorcerer defenseless, so I let him go easy. I tried my best to convince @Ghoul Guard to let me see the other two wolves as well, but he refused. You know, the two fallen soldiers from the Battle of Serpent’s Strait? They were executed tonight. The one who could call upon krakens, @Kraken Klairvoyant, talked a little too much for my liking, and the siren, @★SATELLITE PUNCHER!★—gosh, did she put up a fight. It was no use, though; when they were escorted to the hall, they were practically walking corpses. Their blood soaked the silver ritual plate red. Everyone was chanting spells, cursing them to suffer even in passing… I left early. Some additional intel you might find interesting: the Head of Intelligence remains vacant. @Combusting Caster and @Silence Spellbinder (They/Them) have been fighting for it for a while now. The central is taking their time. I guess they don’t think espionage is important when our spells are so much more destructive. I’m not sure how often I can write to you. I think the @TideS Titan might be onto me. Is that a nursery rhyme? I’ll look up at the stars and think of you tonight. With love, Crypy (TL;DR: Kal and Sadie are lynched. No one is elected Reporter. @Participant @Mentor ) (edited)

Story Time - Day 3

It seems a murder of crows has murdered

@Solaris Spellslinger! crow

‍⬛ @Combusting Caster is gone!

Day 3 | Reasoning Dearest Crypy I remember them. @★SATELLITE PUNCHER!★ used to be in my class. She seemed like one of the few rational ones left, I think the only reason she went was to fight with her friends. Perhaps there's some solace in knowing the two of them went out together. It's a fascinating belief townsfolk have, my parents told me our souls are born from magic, creating bodies to protect itself, and when a life is over, we return to it. No curses to reach us there. @Solaris Spellslinger is with me here. We got into a skirmish with him and @Combusting Caster . Both our kinds of magic were never meant for close quarter fights and the hallway collapsed. I managed to pull @Solaris Spellslinger out from the rubble. Unfortunately @Starbind Spiritualist noticed and took him prisoner. He's with me as I write this letter while my watcher is asleep. I showed him your letter, saying he doesn't understand, but still believed I was genuine. I'm gonna try to get him out, away from here, free, but I don't know how. I'll figure something out. I'm sorry if he doesn't make it. Stay safe my dear. Hexy (edited)

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(TL;DR @Solaris Spellslinger and @Combusting Caster died. Elect a @Reporter )

Story Time - Night 4

@Metalising Magician was elected as Reporter. Executioner

@Metalising Magician lynched ‼️ @Fire Foreteller.

@Metalising Magician was lynched.

@Vine Visionary was lynched. Mayor may no longer decree double lynches.

@Vine Visionary has died. ‼️ @Fire Foreteller has died.

Night 4 | Chaos Dear Hexy, Apology for my delayed response. I was brought to the Dusk Council where I was questioned on my research. It seems like more people are onto me. Knowing what they do to traitors, I have been struggling to sleep. Even now, I’m sitting in the lab filled with the pungent smell of burnt flesh, not sure where to put my sorrows. @Fire Foreteller ‘s body arrived at the lab today. As you know, they have been causing us more trouble than we’d like to admit. @Metalising Magician, who was ousted from his previous position for ineffective leadership, decided to hunt down the fire wolf as a proof of his loyalty. Such news came as a delight to the central, and he was awarded the position of Head of intelligence. This ruffled a few feathers, but what can you do? The council makes the decision and no one else. I heard about @Solaris Spellslinger’s passing. We found his body lying in the Sunderwood, under the pale moonlight. I guess you couldn’t save him, but at least he died peacefully under the stars. So thank you. I can’t write more. The alarm went off and triggered an isolation field. I need to hide. A giant vine dropped from the air and slammed me against the wall. If not for @Void Voodooist, I might already be dead. I hope to see you again. Love, Crypy (TL;DR: Fish lynched futility, Snivy is lynched, Fish is elected @Reporter @Participant @Mentor ) (edited)

Story Time - Day 4

️ @Aurora Augurer has died.

@Unknown has died.

@Starbind Spiritualist has died.

@Metalising Magician died, but they did their best!

@Thunder Thaumaturge couldn't bear it anymore! Bear

@Participant @Mentor Vote void for lynch

Day 4 | Fight or Flight Dearest, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't know, but @Solaris Spellslinger did, I don't know how. An execution was already ready for him in Nova Silva and when noon hit, moments before we entered friendly territory, a sudden attack led by @Metalising Magician and @Unknown caught us off-guard. @Solaris Spellslinger knocked me to the ground first and told me to play dead. I wish he hadn't shown mercy to me. Him and @Starbind Spiritualist instantly vaporised each other and the rest of the battle of Nova Valley continued between the townsfolk commanders against @Aurora Augurer and @Thunder Thaumaturge. I had to watch all of them perish. I wish I could've written earlier. The bell of Nova Silva's clocktower rings out over an empty field as I watch the remaining mages carry the wounded and dead back to their respective sides. A lone bird familiar sings a song as the sun settles. I'm done. I can't keep up the pretence anymore. I'm certain by now, the Lunari Council is well aware of my hesitations. Maybe if I just see you one more time, I can be alright again, if just for a moment. I'm going to Prism Fields, where moonlight becomes golden. Love, Hexy (Elect a @Reporter) @Participant @Mentor (edited)

@Participant alright ya got me. I'm recluse. Pack please cc me

Story Time - Night 5

✨ @Pendulum Prestidigitator was elected as Reporter. thight

@Sundering Sorceress was lynched. It's horrible, but it seems thight

@Sundering Sorceress has died.

Night 5 | Time Dear Hexy, Sparks flew, lighting up the night sky. The metallic taste of blood wouldn’t leave my tongue. I was caught. @Sundering Sorceress caught me reading your letter. I had to do it, Hexy. The knife was right there. I pierced it through her heart before she got close enough to read the letter. Her face twisted when she died. It was horrible. I threw up until I tasted blood. I’m heading to the Prism Field now. I can hear the clocktower in the distance. Is dawn upon us? I can see my legs move, but I can’t feel the contact between my feet and the ground. The vial of stardust swings around my neck. I want to call out to you, but my voice falls into a vacuum. Then I saw him. @Pendulum Prestidigitator. Time around me became almost viscous. I could see it graze against my skin, enveloping me. I called out to you again, but his hazel-coloured eyes were the only thing I could see other than the gentle flow of time. I’m sorry if I can’t make it to meet you one last time. In my head, we are sitting under the pale moonlight, sharing a cup of rose tea. There’s so much I still haven’t told you about myself, but I’m afraid we have run out of time. Yours, Crypy (TL;DR: Swurtle is lynched. PKR is elected reporter. @Participant )

Story Time - Day 5

It's horrible, but it seems

@Devil Diviner has died.

( @Participant @Mentor we are fast forwarding the game )

Story Time - Mid-Day 5

@Granite Geomancer is gone!

@Void Voodooist has died. Team Werewolves has won! The game has ended!

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Final Results - Winners

- @Kraken Klairvoyant (Recluse) ✨ - @Pendulum Prestidigitator (Wolf) ❤️‍

- @Silence Spellbinder (They/Them) (Scared Wolf)

- @Animist Astrologer (Sneaking Wolf)

- @★SATELLITE PUNCHER!★ (Wolf Cub)

- @Unknown (Tracking Wolf)

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Final Results - Losers 1/2

- @Metalising Magician (Executioner) thight

- @Sundering Sorceress (Pyromancer)

- @Crystalising Conjurer (Angel)

‍⬛ - @Combusting Caster (Citizen)

- @Devil Diviner (Pyromancer) ‼️ - @Fire Foreteller (Assistant)

- @Vine Visionary (Medium)

️ - @Aurora Augurer (Assassin)

- @Void Voodooist (Citizen)

- @Shapechanging Sorcerer (Grave Robber)

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Final Results - Losers 2/2

- @Thunder Thaumaturge (Journalist)

- @Starbind Spiritualist (Runner)

- @Granite Geomancer (Assistant)

- @Solaris Spellslinger (Aura Teller)

Day 5 | Blue light, Moonlit night, goldenbright My love Do you remember the fields of battle, ashen and gray. The silence broken only by the sound of a pair of footsteps. The wolven mages have broken through, with help from @Silence Spellbinder (They/Them) betraying the townsfolk, @Granite Geomancer and @Void Voodooist were killed. It won't be long before they it's all over. A nighthawk cries out into the night as the clouds make way for a full moon, bright and blue. Light illuminates the ground, prisms refracting a golden glow around, a dance of colours as the moon crosses the night sky, greatly overshadowing the small campfire on the hill, over which a kettle hangs. The fields are as beautiful as I remember from days gone by. I am waiting for you, my love. Hexy

Victory? Dear Hexy, By the time you get this letter, I will be long gone. I know your kind doesn’t believe in the afterlife, but I hold out hope that I’ll see you again. When @Pendulum Prestidigitator dragged me into the Prism Field and I saw you sitting there under the golden moonlight, horror written all over your eyes, I knew what you had to do, so I gave you a nod. The werewolves had won at last. The power of the @Arcane Artifact would be enough for them to wipe out all of humankind. It is quiet. The air smells of wet soil. It reminds me of those silver rains in the slums I saw as a child. I am finally by your side. Your amber-coloured eyes are full of sorrow, but I tell you not to fret. We lie down beside each other. The grass blades tickle our faces. I tell you about my childhood, about those shrimps, about all the literature I read. About heaven and hell, good and evil. You nod, holding back tears. Any time now. Under the watchful eyes of @Pendulum Prestidigitator, @Animist Astrologer, and @Silence Spellbinder (They/Them), you must prove your loyalty by taking my life. The life of your enemy and lover. Next time we meet, I sure hope it’s under better circumstances. We can dance under the moonlight, argue about how many rosebuds to put in the tea, laugh at the corny jokes we tell each other. Take care. Yours forever, Crypy (TL;DR: Game ends. The Wolf team won. Angel lost. @Dead Participant @Participant @Mentor ) (edited)