#fwhqplot

… despite the horrors that have transpired the past year and the year before, the city’s government has still been able to get the national swimming competition to be held in Fenway Pool, drawing plenty of tourists and journalists. Upon request of the Council, the government has been convinced to postpone the actual championships to the next day, since the first day would otherwise fall upon the day of the Full Moon. 

… the Witches of Fenrir’s Wood can feel a strangeness in the air as the infamous Empty Spots seem to start connecting. As if invisible lines run between the different spots, the sensation that of loss of control, the spirits either less likely to listen or eager to fullfill any Witch’s demands. From the covens comes the message to all Witches to take care whenever they pass through these areas, and a reminder to stay away from the Empty Spots.

These are: THE STABLES ( empty of spirits ), THE DUCK POND ( buzzing with spirits ), BRANN’S PEAK ( empty of spirits ), THE SHRINE OF MÅNE ( buzzing with spirits ), THE TRAIL OF SIKKERHET ( empty of spirits ), and THE LAKE ( buzzing with spirits ). The connections are made between empty spots that are similar in spirit activity.

... the fog remains over the city, with more and more Werewolves unable to change into their wolf forms, people all over the city being harassed by citizens, and fear for the next murders at an all time high.

Sofia has been left alone by the dreams for a week, maybe she was starting to believe that it was over, maybe she knew better.

The fog pulled her into another dream, this time someone was waiting for her. She saw a single figure stand before her, tall, with dirty blonde hair, and narrow eyes. He pointed at the ash of a building, few pillars of its original frame still standing, while smoke pilled into the air, the lake beyond it. There were a few figures around the building, many of them wailing. The overcast weather gave the place a gloomy look.

The man sighed, inaudibly. Then spoke, his voice reaching through the fog with great difficulty: "Be a witness, make sure this doesn’t happen again."

Then the vision changed, from a gloomy morning to night. And before her eyes, the building she saw only the ashy remainders of stands tall, while fire lept around its form, and she could clearly hear the screaming. People ran from all sides to throw water at it, but it had no affect.

A great wolf stood at its door, big, black haired, howling into the night as it attached an old greying man that Sofia had seen in her dreams before.

… a shot is heard just outside of the police station. While officers from all over the city move in closer to get the situation under control, it is two witches who get the situation inside of the station under control. 

But at a price, it would seem. 

The body of AXEL SULLIVAN is discovered in the alley behind the station, felled by a single bullet. 

The remainder of the mob chasing people around the city are being arrested as the night progresses, while the packs continue to question how it’s possible that they can’t turn, and the witches slowly learn of the death of one of their own. 

... much to their dismay, the five Werewolves who fell into fever dreams a year ago, suddenly get hit with the same dreams. Whether in Werewolf form or in human form, they fall asleep instantly, and each of them has the exact same dream as before. As if something is trying to warn them.

At the exact same time, within the confines of a small cell, Zhyan Suri regains the ability to talk with the spirits.

THE DREAMS OF THE FIVE

OSIRIS (NPC)

You fall asleep standing, not sure if you fell to the ground or not.

You open your eyes and see a circle of people wearing hoods, they’re all looking down, but you can’t help but find one set of eyes watching you, you can’t move your head enough to find the figure that’s watching you. You stand, and you walk into a random direction.

It must be North.

You come upon the sea, two viking boats are floating far beyond you. It’s day, but it feels like night. One small longboat is settled at the beach, a figure steps out, he’s a Viking raider, a short sword hanging from his hip. He has dark brown hair and piercing dark eyes, they see right through you. You feel scared.

You wake up feeling scared.

JOEL

You fall asleep standing, not sure if you fell to the ground or not.

You open your eyes and see a circle of people wearing hoods, they’re all looking down, but you can’t help but find one set of eyes watching you, you can’t move your head enough to find the figure that’s watching you. You stand, and you walk into a random direction.

It must be East.

You find yourself at the Duck Pond, where you see a lone Viking raider, he has dark brown hair and piercing dark eyes, that shoot back at you as if he knows you’re there. You try to talk, but you have no voice. The Viking stands and you see the pond disappear. You feel astonished.

You wake up feeling astonished.

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ASLI (NPC)

You fall asleep standing, not sure if you fell to the ground or not.

You open your eyes and see a circle of people wearing hoods, they’re all looking down, but you can’t help but find one set of eyes watching you, you can’t move your head enough to find the figure that’s watching you. You stand, and you walk into a random direction.

It must be South.

You find yourself at Brann’s Peak, but the stone is missing. You see a Viking, recognising him by the tattoos on his body, he is naked but he has dark brown hair and piercing dark eyes that watch you carefully. His body starts changing, slowly, until instead of the Viking you see a wolf. A sword stands in the ground next to the wolf. From the forest farmers - you recognise them as Brittons - run at the wolf with home-made weapons. You feel angry.

You wake up feeling angry.

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NISHANT

You fall asleep standing, not sure if you fell to the ground or not.

You open your eyes and see a circle of people wearing hoods, they’re all looking down, but you can’t help but find one set of eyes watching you, you can’t move your head enough to find the figure that’s watching you. You stand, and you walk into a random direction.

It must be West.

You find yourself at the Shrine of Måne, you recognise the round circle stone. You see a naked figure, covered in blood. The figure turns around slowly to face you, he has dark brown hair and dark eyes, ones that follow you closely. He picks up a sword that lays on the ground and runs at you. You are terrified.

You wake up feeling terrified.

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ALDEMAR (NPC)

You fall asleep standing, not sure if you fell to the ground or not.

You open your eyes and see a circle of people wearing hoods, they’re all looking down, but you can’t help but find one set of eyes watching you, you can’t move your head enough to find the figure that’s watching you. You stand, and you walk into a random direction.

You have no idea what direction you walked.

You walk the Trail of Sikkerhet, you recognise this part of the forest. You are tired, you stop mid-way and look down, you are not you. You are naked, your body is covered in viking tattoos and blood. You are carrying a sword, also Viking made. You feel angry and throw the sword into the woods. Then you feel sad, maddened with grief. You fall to the ground, on your knees, and your hands are shaking.