After days of bright and baking midsummer sun from a clear sky, on 1st of July 4716 the prospering kingdom of Dawnmark saw its warmest day in recorded history. Magister Gargamel only had half a years worth of records of course, but none the less, it was searing hot.
As the party entered the mill, summoned to the interim office of Warden Akiros, it was clear that these were not the best conditions under which to run a makeshift morgue. The bodies of the two unfortunate youngsters that have been brutally assaulted in the last couple of days, gave off a pungent odour of death and decay. A swift burial was imminent. Scratch and bite marks on both the boy and the girl suggested that the party might be on the lookout for a beastly assailant. After the examniation the party conducted a funeral, where Baron Balder’s confident promise of swift apprehension of the evildoer behind these heineous crimes, had an enourmously calming effect on the frightened citizens.
The party examined the place, where the young milk maid Zaki’s body had been found two days ago. A lot of dried-up blood colored the ground just off the north road out of the town. Otherwise there was nothing out of the ordinary to be spotted. Braun, the shepherd, had been found ten minutes further to the north, in the grazing hills. A half eaten sheep stuck out of the bushes, and from here a set of beastly footprints marked a trail back towards Tusker Keep. The party was beginning to put a little more faith into the rumours tossed around town of such a thing as a werewolf.
Speaking to the miller turned innkeeper Steve, still mourning the death of his son John, he told the party that the stranger, that had arrived in town a week ago, Kundal, he had lodging in the room above, besides Akiros, hadn’t been seen the last couple of days. His excessive consumption of beer in the days prior, had been noticed and the silver he put in Steves deep pockets highly appreciated.
After seaching Kundal’s room, finding Zaki’s earrings, the party decided to set up watch outside of town. As the sharp sun had set upon Tuskwater, the Party scouted the hills north of Tusker Keep, in the hope of spotting the beast, but to no avail. After hours with nothing happening, the clock striking midnight, suddently the town bell rang. This was a sign of danger, and Balder and his merry men rushed back into town. Danger has indeed struck as the trader Norben had just been found dead, blood still gushing out of his neck. The beast was on the loose right here in the city. In the name of Aroden, Balder called forth his discerning powers of detecting the evil around him. A scream sundered the midnight quiet. It came from the north, where the evil pressence felt most stong. As the party burst into Arikos’s makeshift barracks, in a small town house, they knew they had found the right place.
Before them stood a furry beast. 7 foot tall and on its hind legs this wolf-creatures evil red eyes stared right into the soul of Darko and the others, jumping in with their weapons drawn. Boon the swift, was the first to jump round the creature, and Balder and Ludomir attacked it head on. Darko rolled over a couple of beds to get in a good position to flank the creature. A few hit went into the fur of this fierce enemy, but a lot of them, be it cause of the fear had sticken the hearts of the party or just pure unluck, ended in a fumble. Clawing an biting from the beast soon struck both Darko and Boon to the ground, but finally as the beast had given up the battle and tried to flee, Ludomir and Balder put it to rest. After a few minutes, the body of a huge wolf turned into the body of a huge man, covered in blood but still alive. He was quickly imprisoned, while the party sought to find a cure for this terrible disease called lycanthropy. Bokken, the old hermit from the shack up north was summoned, and helped manufacture a potion of wolfsbane, that luckily had the wanted effect on Kundal. He was now free of the ill faith that had fallen upon him, and was back to being a man, that bore a great sorrow over what he had done.
As the month of July went by, and even though the lands of Chief Soothscale’s old band was added into the kingdom marking the newly found friendship among the races, the stories of werewolf attacks spread much unrest in the nation of Dawnmark.