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Here are the bios you've chosen for yourselves:
DarthFerret - I am DarthFerret, and I run a small out of the way, run-of-the-mill, weapons and armory shoppe. I usually have a discount for my fellow townsfolk (as we all know each other and pay the same taxes, that outlanders do not) and can generally acquire any goods that a person may want in the metal-smithing industry. I am not a blacksmith myself, and the only real talent I have, aside from a bit of training to keep me from slicing my own foot off with a blade or so, is to be able to judge an objects value fairly acurately.
Mooseman - I am a humble tavern owner who retired to this village at the ripe old age of 56 from the city of Reveless, where I was a personal guard to merchants. I am a burly man of 6 feet, but am starting to get heavy around the middle. I am also a
quiet man who can handle weapons, but would rather meet problems with a hands on approach. A widower, who has a liking for the ladies.
Spiderman - I'm new in town, having recently arrived about a week ago. I'm trying to find my own farm - my family was too big and I wasn't interested in working for them or anyone else. I just managed to get a house or build one but still don't know anyone yet.
EricBess - I'm a traveller, new to town, with a somewhat mysterious past. Rumor has it that I've had dealings with werewolves in the past, but stories get rather murky when it comes to what sorts of dealings...
Orgg - The Orgg is a narcoleptic bum who's often found sleeping in alleyways and alcoves. He's become so good at it that he sort of blends in now and does so without notice, unless you happen to kick his upturned tattered derby over, spilling the few pence he's been given. No one knows what he used to do, but he has the air of having possibly been a gentleman in a life before the streets.
Zigathon - I'm Zigathon. Writer, poet, alcohol consumer.
In addition to writing a series of mystery novels involving a bumbling detective, I never turn down making a few extra bucks doing odd jobs around the community.
Oversoul - I am Oversoul, the carpenter (just like Jesus). I enjoy constructing various wooden structures although not nearly so much as I enjoy smashing things with my unnecessarily large hammer. But people only pay me for the former, so I make myself useful, more or less. I've been around for as long as anyone cares to remember.
Limited - (no bio given - he is an enigma without face or story...)
Melkor - Melkor is the town drunk. He used to own the local stables and was quite the businessman, had an interest in many local ventures. But after his wife ran away with one of the stablehands, he sold off all his assets and has been useing the proceeds to drink himself into oblivion ever since.
Sagerider - I am Sagerider, a shadowy figure who lurks in the streets. I make my living by "finding" lost things... making them get lost is the first step...
BigBlue - I am an accountant for a small mortgage firm... I work for Ebeneezer Scrooge.... ok, maybe not... but it won't much matter as I feel my life will end shortly, leaving no one to care for Tiny Tim...
London - circa 1749.
8am. The fog is still thick, but is starting to break. You are all milling about the same area of town when the town crier shouts... "Murder, Mayhem, Terror in the Streets!"
You all head over to the Moose Lodge (perhaps the initial Moose lodge), to learn more details... some of you were already on your way there anyways to work (Mooseman) or begin your daily ritual (Zigathon & Melkor).
This morning, body parts were found outside the home of the accountant BigBlue. They appear to be his... It has been ages since Werewolves roamed the streets of London, but it appears they have returned. What will you do? It appears there were 2 wolves because there were two sets of bloody footprints which led to the last two body parts before being lost in the grime of London.
(* Fire up the Warren Zevon.... for there are Werewolves in London! *)
DarthFerret - I am DarthFerret, and I run a small out of the way, run-of-the-mill, weapons and armory shoppe. I usually have a discount for my fellow townsfolk (as we all know each other and pay the same taxes, that outlanders do not) and can generally acquire any goods that a person may want in the metal-smithing industry. I am not a blacksmith myself, and the only real talent I have, aside from a bit of training to keep me from slicing my own foot off with a blade or so, is to be able to judge an objects value fairly acurately.
Mooseman - I am a humble tavern owner who retired to this village at the ripe old age of 56 from the city of Reveless, where I was a personal guard to merchants. I am a burly man of 6 feet, but am starting to get heavy around the middle. I am also a
quiet man who can handle weapons, but would rather meet problems with a hands on approach. A widower, who has a liking for the ladies.
Spiderman - I'm new in town, having recently arrived about a week ago. I'm trying to find my own farm - my family was too big and I wasn't interested in working for them or anyone else. I just managed to get a house or build one but still don't know anyone yet.
EricBess - I'm a traveller, new to town, with a somewhat mysterious past. Rumor has it that I've had dealings with werewolves in the past, but stories get rather murky when it comes to what sorts of dealings...
Orgg - The Orgg is a narcoleptic bum who's often found sleeping in alleyways and alcoves. He's become so good at it that he sort of blends in now and does so without notice, unless you happen to kick his upturned tattered derby over, spilling the few pence he's been given. No one knows what he used to do, but he has the air of having possibly been a gentleman in a life before the streets.
Zigathon - I'm Zigathon. Writer, poet, alcohol consumer.
In addition to writing a series of mystery novels involving a bumbling detective, I never turn down making a few extra bucks doing odd jobs around the community.
Oversoul - I am Oversoul, the carpenter (just like Jesus). I enjoy constructing various wooden structures although not nearly so much as I enjoy smashing things with my unnecessarily large hammer. But people only pay me for the former, so I make myself useful, more or less. I've been around for as long as anyone cares to remember.
Limited - (no bio given - he is an enigma without face or story...)
Melkor - Melkor is the town drunk. He used to own the local stables and was quite the businessman, had an interest in many local ventures. But after his wife ran away with one of the stablehands, he sold off all his assets and has been useing the proceeds to drink himself into oblivion ever since.
Sagerider - I am Sagerider, a shadowy figure who lurks in the streets. I make my living by "finding" lost things... making them get lost is the first step...
BigBlue - I am an accountant for a small mortgage firm... I work for Ebeneezer Scrooge.... ok, maybe not... but it won't much matter as I feel my life will end shortly, leaving no one to care for Tiny Tim...
London - circa 1749.
8am. The fog is still thick, but is starting to break. You are all milling about the same area of town when the town crier shouts... "Murder, Mayhem, Terror in the Streets!"
You all head over to the Moose Lodge (perhaps the initial Moose lodge), to learn more details... some of you were already on your way there anyways to work (Mooseman) or begin your daily ritual (Zigathon & Melkor).
This morning, body parts were found outside the home of the accountant BigBlue. They appear to be his... It has been ages since Werewolves roamed the streets of London, but it appears they have returned. What will you do? It appears there were 2 wolves because there were two sets of bloody footprints which led to the last two body parts before being lost in the grime of London.
(* Fire up the Warren Zevon.... for there are Werewolves in London! *)
