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Weve been hidden for years, but our ancestors were careless and they, being seen, were hunted to the brink of extinction. Our existence more a myth than truth now. We can and will survive, we must. People still hunt for us, but the hunt is in vain. We have hidden ourselves and slowly rise in numbers again. They think we have killed them, but we have only turned them. We never go back to explain what happens. We are hidden for protection against the cruelest of Gods creations Man.
-The Lost Werewolf Archives
After a hundred long years, we are finally strong enough in numbers to strike back at Man. The battle will be long but we will survive and Man will be wiped from the face of the Earth, leaving only the peaceful races. We have enlisted the aid of some of the other races who accept us for who and what we are. Our war will be glorious and one for the history books of the entire world.
-The Journal of General Tyron Bettis
We have underestimated Man. Our numbers are too small, we can not kill them all at once. We must be sneaky and kill them fast. Man is too far spread out. We must build our numbers so much more than they are now. We will have our war but not in the next century or so
-The Journal of General Tyron Bettis
Man is no longer alone in the fight to see our race gone. Elves have joined with Man to destroy our numbers. Elves are, in their cruelty, second only to Man. We have never fought with Elves and had hoped we never would but they have forced us to defend our kind, and we will defend ourselves. Man mates with Elf to form a newer race, the Half Elf. They are not as cunning as Elves nor as cruel as Man but so much more.
-The Lost Werewolf Archives
I have read the archives but they have not been useful thus far. Our glorious battle has turned into a blood bath. We are the ones bathing in the blood of our enemies, but they are not without aid. Man, Elf, and Half Elves fight to keep themselves from becoming our newest victim. We are not without aid though, The Dark Elves, spurned from their elfin brethren have come for revenge. I care not for their trouble but we are not unpleased by the help. Our fight has lasted 10 years now and we are on the brink of winning.
-The Journal of General Tyron Bettis
Madness has struck us without warning. The werewolves attack us in waves and we are but playthings for them. I can only hope that our secret weapon is finished soon. I will not write what it is for this may fall into the hands of the enemies but it is a weapon of great power that after we use it we must destroy it so it may never be used again. I will nickname it the Purge for the sake of having it named in my journals.
-Commander Nathan Wolf, Kings Army
The Kings Army is a weak force. However we fear the werewolves will attack us next. So we banded together to fight them here where there is still a chance of winning. The tides are finally turning with the weapon the humans have made finished. I know very little about it but what I do know is that even though we shall never let it live it is a great asset to have. It is a killing machine. A dark elf turned against his own kind and found the experience so exotic that he can not stop once he has killed one. The Kings Army Commander nicknamed him the Purge. I call him Death. I fear that before this day is done we will either kill him or be killed by him. The latter would spell doom for the entire world.
-Lulu, Queen of the Elves
I have read the Journals and am thrilled that I was the only one to survive the battle. They thought me too intent on the bloodshed to have time to read. The mistake was theirs in thinking they could kill me. They sent me against an army and I survived. They think that just because I was weakened they could get me. HAH. My race lives hundreds of years and they kill us without a second thought. True, I do too but they believe me too frail. Perhaps I am. I can not kill without remorse. I only kill those that I believe deserve it. I must go quickly and consult the only living being even crueler than a Dark Elf. I speak not of Man which the werewolves were afraid of. I speak of course of the werewolves themselves.
-Found on a scrap of cloth, unsigned
This time I will sign my name so you know who was victorious on this beautiful day of death and doom. The werewolves, afraid to even speak, told me everything I asked of. They know not that they made themselves my teachers by being the most ruthless beings in existence. I was made in a lab: not born naturally. That is why my nature is of darker deeds than the Dark Elves themselves are capable of. I will make a name for my self as I was nameless until the journals. A name so menacing that to even utter that name is to send fear down your spine. A name meaning of both Purging and of Death. Vox is my name. I may change it over the years but that is what I will be known as for now. I will be as cunning as a fox and as deadly as a wolf. I will give this parchment to the first person I see and let them pass the message on. When I enter a town I will give no names and leave nothing when I am gone Not even a child.
-Parchment handed down by the SKopre Family, Signed Vox
It is the 14th day of the 13th month in the 3rd year after receiving the information on a parchment signed Lord Vox. I have made a new calendar to record the events and will hopefully survive the Purging that Vox has begun. I have not heard from Vox for some time but he said he would keep at least a small village alive, for a history to be recorded through the ages. He wishes for us to be separate but together at all times so he has invaded my mind and can see what happens to us as well as what happens to him. I can not sense his presence but I know he is there. Sometimes he lets me see the death he has caused and I can only hope that he is true to his word. I dare not write more, least he kill me.
-Saheli Singh
I was visited yesterday by a werewolf as to the day 19/12/4. The way I record the date is Day/Month/Year. He has shown up at my house as a werewolf. He asked me if I would join his ranks to make a more perfect world of a more savage nature I accepted his offer on one condition, I rule with him but hell not try to with me. He said he would give me time to think about it before he came back. I hope he will have mercy if I decline him when he returns.
-Saheli Singh
9/1/5. Its been two months and he has yet to return. I am starting to rethink his offer. Would an eternity being queen really be worth the man? I asked a couple of my friends at least some that survived his little purge. He says that we will not expand once he has the people he wishes to join. He doesnt give the kids a choice about the turnings. His mind and mine are joined even more but I still can not read his thoughts clearly. I may never be able to.
-Saheli Singh
1/1/6. Hes back and he asked me the question again. My answer was the same however this time I just wanted to rule a small town instead of the entire population. He said the first day on the sixth year of the parchment passing was a good time to return. So Today is my first day as a werewolf. As I transformed back into my normal form everyone who witnessed my transformation gasped. I looked in the mirror and saw my wings, my beautiful white angel wings. I wish I had known that this would happen. My golden eyes became glazed over. Everyone knew what that meant and only my close friends tried to calm me down. I had shed no blood this time.
-Saheli Singh, First day as a werewolf
9/10/6. It has been a long time since any notable events have happened. Apart from a handful of mixed villages left, there are no holds. Someone has made a paint that will seep into the object its on and tint it. They have made it as a magnet so it is repealed by a can. We must throw the brushes out quickly. I was the first one to try this paint. I started painting my house a dark shade of red, and by the end of the first room my white angel wings had a red tint on the outside of them. I also had a very subtle tint of red on my skin. However the most horrible thing that happened was my eyes were no longer golden, they had turned to the darkest shade of red. They were almost black. Thankfully it stopped at that. I will start working on a cure for this right away.
-Saheli Singh
7/13/6. Still no cure to this confounded paint curse. My father has finally killed my mother. I cant say Im surprised but I am surprised she lived this long. 106 years and she finally got killed by him. I will kill my father for killing my mother, however not yet. He will die in his own time, but I will be the cause despite everything.
-Saheli Singh
8/2/7. I am a mix between a High elf and a Dark Elf. My father, as you can more than likely guess, is a Dark Elf. As for my mother, she was a High elf. Being a mix of High Elf and Dark Elf is a pain unlike any other. Im unwanted by the High Elves because Im Dark Elf, unwanted by the Dark Elves because, in their eyes, Im not evil enough. However Im better than both.
-Saheli Singh
I met Saheli about 3 years ago. She struck me as a strong-willed person. I found her attractive because of that. I think Ill turn her into a werewolf if I can find one. Its been about 4 years since I wrote anything down as well. Im going to change my name soon. Lord Vox brings too much fear that a village is gone before I get there. Its abandoned. I dont know if she wants to spend the rest of her life with me or if shell accept my offer. I can only hope she does for it would be a shame to have such a strong-willed person die before their time is truly needed.
-Vinchenze Costa, Formerly Lord Vox
I have also met a most suitable person for my wife. Saheli is not willing to become my bride however she does wish to rule a small village under my rule. My wifes name is Alyys Skopre and she will make a most lovely bride. She is already with a child but I will have her bear my children when the time is right.
-Vinchenze Costa
She is the one who had gotten the Parchment I wrote for future generations. She does not realize this but she knows it deep down in her memories. I will need to be careful around her for a while. At least until I am ready to make her my Queen. I believe the child is my first, for I can not remember anything I have done before I was turned. She said his name was Mnayin and that as I was now her husband we should go adventuring, after she bears the second child, as she has done in the past. It must have been an interesting experience for she could not tell me who had gotten her hooked on adventure.
-Vinchenze Costa
I recall nothing before today, nothing except for being this mans wife and the mother of the children in the house. He has assured me that we would have a happy life from now on. Our eldest child was going to school and learning magical arts. He never told us which arts he wanted to pursue. However when I fell ill he told his father a healer was unneeded and he nursed me through the illness in less time than it took most to die from it. After that we never talked again.
-Latest entry by Alyys SKopre