The Castle was cold. Francis's brooding presence made it feel colder. The two convicted were brought forth, both kicking and screaming and swearing. Harris, Andrew, MacGuyver, SIlvestri, Thomas, Elvric, and Herluin gathered around the two. The large table in the middle of the hall stood as the block.
"I, Francis Krast of the-"
"Mi'lord..." Mumbled Herluin, who had been silent for the majority of the endeavor.
"What." Francis replied flatly.
"That Roberts fella has gone missing."
Francis sighed and sheathed his greatsword.
"Let's find him."
It didn't take long for the company to stumble upon the pirate's bloated purple face. This wasn't even the work of the wolves. The man had choked to death while eating bread in the corner. SIlvestri whispered a prayer and the company went back to the business in the hall.
"No! It's him! He's the outsider! The wolf! Just look at the cheeky bast-" Magda screeched.
"Don't listen to that crazy [censored]! She's clearly out of her mind due to a life on the stree-" Melwas's ranting abruptly ended. His head rolled from his neck. Magda began screaming in the most unpleasant way before her head rolled neatly next to Melwas's. The beggar and the sellsword laid still.
The moment the company was waiting for was at hand. The wolves would be upon Bowereyth the following night, they hadn't much time. Thomas helped the lord remove the dead's hands. Both grew claws and fur... the company had won. Francis let his sword clatter to the floor, and sat down.
"I need a drink."
...
In the following days Bowerwyth was lost. William reflected on how the town once was before the wolves attacked. He couldn't fathom what had happened to the lord Krast or his townsfolk, but it was his message that got William and the rest of the King's men to the city before the werewolves spread. It was a bloody fight, but a fight they won.
Sir William whispered a silent prayer for the lord and his men, whatever had happened to them, as the King's men piled the torches high. Bowerwyth went up in flames. The knight mounted his horse and rode off into the West Wood, along with the one survivor they had found outside the gates... a simple farmer with an abnormal amount of gold and other assorted items. The thief smiled. Elvric may have been arrested for thievery... but he was alive.
The End
Innocents Victorious
Boy that was a doozy. I just hope I got the werewolf trend up again. Thanks for trusting a noob host and sticking through it, I know I wasn't that spectacular but, thank you all. I very much look forward to the next game, of which I decidedly wish to not host

As for out major players. Hats off to Gamgee, our thief. The only of the big three to not get killed, well played sir, well played. Another for Sheridan, who's large doses of RP brought live to this thing, Cliff for being an excellent Arch, and pretty much all of you for helping me host. Also Nightingale for his drunken hilarity.