Decrease in wolf populations

Around the town of Tir Chonaill, reports of dead wolf carcasses are scattered through the fields leading to the town. Upon inspection these wolves allegedly have been sliced cleanly through. Although it is common for wolves to be attacked by adventurers, this grotesque scene isn’t a sight for the weak of heart.

((Dark Croudo went on a rage killing spree after Maize made him wake up, yaaaaaaay… D: ))
((He needs a better name than dark Croudo by the way… what should we call him?))

Croudo wrote:((He needs a better name than dark Croudo by the way… what should we call him?))

[[Caaaaaarrrrrrlllll. Call him that.

Croudo wrote:((Dark Croudo went on a rage killing spree after Maize made him wake up, yaaaaaaay… D: ))

((Maiz only cut off Cro's arm... and hit his dead body with the bloody end... >.>;; ))

((Call him Khan. That way we can all go...


KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!
))

Krystal wrote:((Call him Khan. That way we can all go...


KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!
))

<<omg yes. I second this! Or Oduorc!>>

[[Wait, he's missing an arm? ...Baiken. Call him Baiken. >>]]

((No, he's not missing an arm. He rebirthed >:, sadly... Maiztan couldn't keep the arm...))

[[Darn. So evil, psycho swordsman that won't die, or rather keeps dying and coming back...is he funny? Because if he's funny, I would vote Deadpool. If not, then just That One Other Psycho Swordsman Guy.]]

[[...and does this mean I got a fire Leon? Not like he did his job anyway, but still! It's the principle. XD]]

((....Someone must've known that this would immediately strike up anger/protest/muffins/interest in Adhamh. >:I))

Incredibly furious, the animalistic giant let out a roaring bellow in the midst of the carnage. This caused his Beast transformation to activate once more. He went around questioning the locals in an enraged rampage, swearing to himself that he will make the culprit suffer beyond imagination.

Conri stared at his fallen wolf brethren. His hackles stood on ends as his face turned into an immense snarl. Way past anger, electricity charged in his fur and was released with rage all over, leaving burn marks on the grass and frying some of the carcasses. He ran after Adhamh, determined to maul the madman that pulled the horrible act.

Glacia stopped at the sight....so many wolves were dead...and the cuts were clean. Only a skilled swordsman could pull something like this off... She went over the skilled swordsmen she knew...and then went back to the hotel to ponder more...wondering if it could be "him."