Chowderhead wrote:

WARORK93 wrote:@Fitzz...Its amazing how nearly getting blown up jars the noggin, I'm not sure if my next piece of RP will be insane or inspired, we'll have to see when I post it later tonight...

In related news, I went to a bookstore today and saw a book called "The Werewolf's Guide to Life", out if curiosity, I gave it a read and I have to say.......

..........we're doing it all wrong.....

So I shouldn't be trying to kill the Werewolf king with her Uncle?

WOW! What a revelation!

Queen...and no..your fine...plans working out perfectly..

Chowderhead wrote:So I shouldn't be trying to kill the Werewolf king with her Uncle?

WOW! What a revelation!

Nothing so specific, Chowder...

The book advocates trying to hide your wolfhood by having a "safe room" where you can restrain yourself during the full moon and generally being hush hush about being a wolf at all, that's what I was referring to...

Although, the book lays down laws about wolves that don't really align with this RP(IE, here, wolves can change whenever, in said book, only during the full moon which is a three day period, etc etc) so make your own conclusion...

@ Fitzz...pic of cover for your reference:



hehehe....dogtags...

So, no eating human flesh to regain strength? Odd...

WARORK93 wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:So I shouldn't be trying to kill the Werewolf king with her Uncle?

WOW! What a revelation!

Nothing so specific, Chowder...

The book advocates trying to hide your wolfhood by having a "safe room" where you can restrain yourself during the full moon and generally being hush hush about being a wolf at all, that's what I was referring to...

Although, the book lays down laws about wolves that don't really align with this RP(IE, here, wolves can change whenever, in said book, only during the full moon which is a three day period, etc etc) so make your own conclusion...

I patterned the wolves in this RP in part after the film The Howling and on the book "Moon of the Werewolf: by Ronald Kelly...in both Wolves can transform at will, and the Lunar cycle only increases their desire for human flesh.

I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT WAS HOWLING! YEEEEEEEESSSS!

Then, if it was the Howling, can we get Reb Brown screaming and shooting a shotgun?

Chowderhead wrote:I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT WAS HOWLING! YEEEEEEEESSSS!

Then, if it was the Howling, can we get Reb Brown screaming and shooting a shotgun?

Reb Brown?...Reb Brown wasn't in The Howling...Reb Brown was the actor who played Captian American in those awful made for tv movies in the 70's.




...Wait...he WAS in Howling II...terrible movie...completely blocked out of my memory.

FITZZ wrote:I patterned the wolves in this RP in part after the film The Howling and on the book "Moon of the Werewolf: by Ronald Kelly...in both Wolves can transform at will, and the Lunar cycle only increases their desire for human flesh.

Too bad I've seen/read neither... I'll have to see those sometimes... -_-

and by no means am I saying one operating system of wolves is better than the other, I just wanted to point out there are differences between here and said book in order to avoid confusion...

I'm almost embarrassed to say that the only experience I've had with the wolf/vamp world prior to this RP was the Van Helsing movie

Well, they say "Write what you know" so...

@Chowder...We already have enough shotguns...

@ Warork...I highly recomend both...The Howling is one of the best Werewolf film ever made IMO, and "Moon of the Werewolf" is an excelent story, that I really believe would make a fantastic movie in it's own right...

Reb has two modes. Kill everything and scream, and scream and kill everything.

OMG...

... wow...

... but anyway, guys, there'll be no RPs from me this morning, been going to sleep late for the last few days, since Friday in fact, and last night topped it al off by watching "RAMBO: First Blood Part II"...

... can hardly keep my eyes open this morning...

(Well, this took a little longer than expected, but, as said before, the shenanigans of yesterday's fireworks have started my brain a rollin and when this things starts there's no stoppin it.)

The Family Business

Harlow closed the door silently behind him. The fire in the chimney glowed softly and neither of of the she wolves stirred as he exited the cabin. Through the treeline and down the hill he could see the outline, the silhouette of the buildings that made up the town, the light of the moon, now unhindered by the clouds cast an eerie shadow over his figure, there were no streetlights to sully the shining of the stars. Harlow breathed deeply, that's why he had come out here, for some fresh air, to clear his mind, but most importantly because he thought he had picked up the scent of something that definitely wasn't an animal.

Harlow poked around the house, sniffing all the way though frustratingly he was unable to catch the scent again. Very wary at this point, Harlow searched the woods all around the cabin but saw nothing he considered a threat, paranoia wracked his brain, telling him the opposite of what his senses were signalling. Harlow decided on a compromise and found a tree stump to sit on near the wood pile next to the cabin, he would keep watch out here for a while just to be sure. For a few minutes, all he did was stare at the ground, his sense of sight, though heightened beyond human level especially in darkness, was nothing compared to his ability to smell or hear and so those were the two senses he concentrated on, maximized. Hearing and scenting nothing but still not convinced, Harlow picked up a block of wood and held it firmly in his hand. His other hand absent mindedly drew out his knife and he began to whittle away at the wood with the gleaming blade. This went on for a few moments until Harlow saw the blade's flickering in the moonlight, it was as silver as it had been the day he'd received it.....

Harlow flipped the blade over and over in his hand, its composition, he knew, was meant to kill beings like him. It was a role that the tool excelled at and it was a weapon that had saved him many times, especially recently...The weapon, like his pistols, held memories, albeit less than his favored revolvers, but still worthy memories nonetheless...Harlow reflected on the lycans who had met their demise at the edge of this blade, the exact number was, in all probability, larger than he would ever know...

Besides, the blade had not always been his, it was the only heirloom, he had no idea how old, of the family business...

A smile spread across Harlow's face as he gripped the handle tightly, business was still booming, it probably always would be...

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1875, Chicago, Illinois

The smell of water perforated Harlow's nose. Every type of water had its own scent; seawater was salty and warm, river water was cold and pure, but the water that ran in the Chicago river smelled of mud and industry. Still, it was hard to believe that the place smelled so clean after what had happened just four years ago, Harlow figured after that big of a blaze there would be some burning scent remaining but for the most part it seemed to have dissipated...

Harlow's thoughts on smell were cut short as his ferry's horn blew loudly and the ramp to the dock was let down, people began crowding the walkway down to land and Harlow made his way through them with apparent ease. He already felt claustrophobic in this city, he yearned for his home on the frontier; wide open spaces, you could go for days without seeing a single soul if you knew where to look...

And in Harlow's case that was preferable...Still though, he tried to put his discomfort aside and focus on the task at hand. As soon as he reached a street corner he pulled out the letter again to confirm the address he was looking for. He still wondered at how that courier had found him in New Mexico that night, he'd been walking out of Santa Fe almost two weeks prior when a man on horseback had confronted him and asked if he knew where a man named Harlow was. The courier had given him a description of the man he was looking for which Harlow knew without a doubt had to have been him. Wary of men who might be looking to kill him, Harlow had simply said that he knew the man the courier was looking for and the man had given Harlow a letter addressed to him and rode off into the night.

Harlow read over the letter again, it had been handwritten in flowery cursive italics that put Harlow in mind of a more educated person as its author. The author claimed to be Harlow's "uncle" Alexander. Harlow knew he had no real family left but in the scant memories of his childhood he had remembered a person that was a close friend of his mother's who he had called "uncle" before so it was not a hard conclusion to come to. Still though, Harlow had been plunged into a world he did not know existed until just a few years ago, his paranoia was near obsessive at this point and mentally, he prepared himself for a trap even though his instincts told him otherwise. The letter bade Harlow to come here, to the Windy City, to meet his "uncle" to discuss what he called "family matters" he never specified more than that which was part of the reason Harlow was suspicious. Harlow no longer had a family and he considered himself lucky for that fact. Harlow read off the address that his uncle gave him, it was a housing district further into the city, Harlow groaned, he had never been to Chicago before, he had never been to an outright city before, it would be a while before he found the address. The only thing specific about the information on the letter was the date, time, and location in which his uncle wished to meet him, that was good, Harlow figured this meant that the man was at least professional about his doings and he wasn't doing business with someone who was...unstable.

It took Harlow until sundown to reach his destination; the penthouse of a newly reconstructed apartment building that sat in the middle of one of the many zones that had burned down in the blaze which had occurred four years ago. Many parts of the city were still barren or condemned from the blaze, such as the zone Harlow was now standing in. He had been let in by a butler who had given him a strange look. Harlow paid the man no mind, the man he was seeing probably never got a whole lot of guests from out west, he surmised. Harlow was told that his uncle was not in the building at the time and would be back shortly, Harlow was directed to wait in the penthouse and make himself at home, a fire was started in the fireplace and fine drinks and other refreshments were set before him by a small team of other butlers who inhabited the building. Harlow tolerated their inquiries, though they were beginning to get under his skin, he desperately wanted to talk to this man and get it over with, he was feeling severely out of place in this urban setting. Harlow contented himself to gaze out the window at the empty lots where buildings had once stood before the fire, immersed in his own thoughts.

The sound of the door to the penthouse opening and someone coming in snapped him out of his reverie. He turned to behold a tall, suave man with brown hair, who was obviously affluent and well groomed by the attire he was arrayed in and the heavy scent of cologne coming from him. The man smiled as he saw Harlow and opened his arms as if welcoming him with a warm smile.

"Ah, Syd! Good! I didn't think you had gotten that letter I had sent. You've become quite the man since I've last seen you eh?" The man said in a jovial tone that Harlow found rather annoying. It was as if the man was trying to instigate a bond that Harlow knew the two of them didn't have. Harlow gave the man a cold stare and remained where he stood, his hands at his sides, he had neither shed his duster or his hat since entering the room. Still though, Harlow recognized the man from his memories, he had been kind to Harlow in childhood but his sudden appearances and disappearances had always made his mother upset.

"Me and you haven't talked since my mother died when I was a teenager." Harlow replied with little emotion.

"True." The man said simply, lowering his arms and regarding Harlow with his expensive walking cane in his hand. There was no doubt about it, the man was obviously eastern by both look and accent.

"Then why do you act as if we're family? My patience is getting thin, why am I here?" Harlow growled in response.

The man sighed, obviously this wasn't the reunion he had been hoping for, he grabbed on of the glasses of wine that had been set out on the table and sat in one of the lavish chairs that surrounded the table. He motioned for Harlow to sit but his offer was declined, Harlow didn't move from the spot where he had been standing since he had walked into the room, he stood there in light of the setting sun which shone from the window, arms crossed. The man named Alexander took off his dress hat and gloves and stared sadly into the fire as he sipped from his wine glass.

"I asked you to come here in respect to the last wishes of your father. He was a good man, saved me countless times in the line of duty." The man finally said sadly. Harlow cocked an eyebrow.

"My father?" He said unceremoniously. He had no knowledge of his father's doings in life, when he was old enough to understand, his mother had told him that his Father had been killed in an accident when he was very young. Harlow had accepted that as truth all his life.

"You're a bit late there, my father's been dead for almost thirty years now." Harlow said plainly. "Waste of my time." He grunted and began heading for the door.

"That's what you were told." Alexander replied, the tone of his voice making Harlow stop and turn back to face him. "The truth will surprise you. Your father is indeed dead, but he died four years ago, not thirty." The man stood and went through a drawer next to the fireplaces mantle, he brought out a leather bound book and several photographs.

"You are the last member of the Harlow line. In light of mine and your father's friendship I have spent the past few years trying to track you down, you are not an easy man to find Syd, you get that from him I guess." He said, handing Harlow grainy photographs of himself and a man who Harlow did not recognize. The man obviously looked like Harlow yet much older, Harlow concluded it must have been his father.

"Did your mother tell you what your father did for a living?" Alexander asked, sitting down again.

Harlow looked up from the photos. "She told me he was a lawman, its what I did for a time." He said simply, now knowing that wasn't the truth and becoming very curious.

"A lie, unfortunately in our line of work we have to do that often in order to be successful." Alexander replied coolly.

"And what is your line of work?"

Alexander turned to Harlow and smiled slightly. "Why, my dear boy, we are hunters. Not in the conventional sense of the word obviously...." He broke off trying to find a way to explain it. Harlow could only continue his scanning of the photographs, a few showed the man who must have been his father holding various weapons, rifles, pistols, blades...one blade in particular looked very familiar, yes, it was the same one Harlow himself had, it was the knife his mother had said his father had left him. Harlow took the knife out and examined it. Alexander noticed this and chuckled.

"It seems though, that your father could not stand cutting off his connection to his wife completely." Harlow looked up at him confusedly, the man before him wasn't making any sense.

"I can see this is a lot to digest, let me start from the beginning, now, please excuse me, for this may be hard for you to believe, but I will do my best to explain. There is a secret world that most of us humans do not know about, a world where our darkest nightmares have been brought to life, the supernatural and the unnatural are both indeed facts, my dear boy. Your father and I both belonged to a brotherhood of men and women created specifically to combat these forces; We are the hunters and we are the only line of defense against the things that hunt man in the night."

Harlow was becoming nervous, the man was a hunter, did he know that Harlow was a....perhaps, but probably not, Harlow had been hiding ever since his first full moon, he hadn't run into any hunters since he'd slaughtered Whitlow's bunch but had always been on the lookout, now, one was standing in front of him. Already aware of the world Alexander talked about, Harlow just stood silently.

"Your father was a hunter long before he met your mother, he believed for a time that he could ensure that his job would not harm his family, unlike it had so many others. I'm sorry to say he was naive in these thoughts for a time, but with age, he learned that his profession would only in a matter of time, bring misfortune upon him and your mother. He told her everything, his secrets, he told her he had to leave, this was when you were just a baby, he left your mother so that his work would not harm either of you. That blade was one of his many tools and it seems, he was keen on leaving at least one thing for you to remember him by. I remember him after he had left your mother, he was severely depressed for a while, he aged ten years in a few weeks." Alexander's tone was saddened, he gazed into the flickering flames of the fire as he spoke.

"Your father and I were friends for a very long time, up until his death in fact. We specialized in the hunting of Lycanthropes, what you would call werewolves, yes, they do indeed exist outside of scary stories and nightmares, and let me tell you, my dear boy, it is no laughing matter to face one, it is a miracle that neither of us were killed in our professions, it is even more astounding that neither of us were handed a fate worse than death." Alexander paused here. Harlow knew what he was referring to, he had carried that fate for a while now.

"That blade was a work of his own craftsmanship, a prized possession, a weapon forged specifically to battle lycans, a role it excelled at, let me tell you, he saved me many a time with the advent of that sharp edge." Alexander continued. Harlow's head was swirling, he knew his family had been dead for years now, but all this was a revelation to him, and not a little ironic.

"He worked many years for the network, that is, the system of hunter cells around the world, one of his last projects was the tracking down of a rogue hunter named Whitlow." Harlow came around at the name, could it be the same Whitlow?

"Ironically, that hunt came to a rather sudden end, it seems the wolves had gotten to the bugger before we could, how ironic, creatures your father had spent his whole life killing doing his work for him." Alexander chuckled, Harlow grimaced, apparently the man didn't know Harlow's secret but he still wasn't sure.

"No, but his last project, well, you can see the results from here." Alexander stood up, the book still in hand and moved to the window, Harlow sheathed his knife and stood next to him, looking over at the empty lots where the blaze had destroyed houses and buildings by the dozens or hundreds.

"Behold your father's greatest work, Syd. The climax and ending of almost fifty years of hunter work."

"Your telling me that my father started the blaze?" Harlow asked, all the clues adding up in his head. "One which hundreds died and thousands were injured? How was that fighting for humanity?" Harlow asked, becoming annoyed at these turns of events.

"Ah, on the surface it seems like a dastardly thing to do, no?" Alexander said cheerily. "But when one knows the facts, it sheds a whole new light on things." Alexander said before switching back to his tone of matter of factliness.

"Your father was on the trail of a bigshot lycan named Kanak, the so called "skull taker" a dreadful lycan I can assure you, but he had quite the following. He discovered that the wolves had made a deal with a group of vampires, yet another faction of supernaturals we kill often, a dreadful plan had been made to slaughter the inhabitants of Chicago and take control of the city. In fact, the dominoes had already been set for the enemy to follow through with his plan, your father was compromised, his last known message was to me. He was frantic, he knew he had to do something, reinforcements were on their way but they wouldn't reach the city in time, so, with my help, he started the blaze. This was for the city's good, hundreds may have died, but there was no other way to disrupt the Lycan's plans so badly they would have to abandon it. At the same time, the city was evacuated as the blaze raged and in the middle of it all, was your father. Many died in those three days but many more lived thanks to him, it was a very hard decision."

There was a pause between the two men for a few moments, Harlow tried to digest all that he had been told, he had no reason to believe it wasn't fact. Alexander opened the book and handed it to Harlow.

"This is a tome of your family's lineage, every generation or so since the middle ages one of your forefathers was a member of the hunter network. The line ended with your father obviously, he made the decision, perhaps not the right one, but the best one for you, to leave you out of the family business. I have brought you here because you are the only living kin he has left, this belongs to you." Alexander said. Harlow flipped through the pages, they were filled with names and dates of birth and death, it was like a big catalog of someone's family tree. Harlow looked at the most current name in the book. James Harlow...

Harlow took a few minutes to go through everything in his head. Today had been quite a revelation, to think that his family had been hunters for such a long time. Harlow had to admit, the man must have been skilled to successfully cover his tracks completely up until now....But in the end, the information was irrelevant, perhaps Alexander expected Harlow to use these inspiring stories to become a hunter himself. Perhaps if things had not happened the way they had, Harlow would have done that, but now...Harlow had no interest in such things, he only wanted to stay as far away from the network and everything else as possible. An idea began to form in Harlow's head ,however, as to how this could work to his advantage...Harlow closed the book and after taking a moment to gaze at its cover, he threw it into the fireplace and watched it burn. Alexander looked at Harlow aghast.

"I owe you thanks Alexander, for bringing me here and telling me these things."

"Its the least I could do." He responded, still confused.

"Were those the only records of my family?" Harlow asked, Alexander seemed confused still, he was unsure of Harlow's purpose.

"No, that was a personal copy that your father had made."

"Do me a favor, in honor of my father." Harlow said.

"Anything, what do you need?"

"I want all the records of my family destroyed, make it a full Damnatio Memoria. The Harlows no longer exist, their line ends with me and I no longer exist to the network, understood?" Alexander seemed a little flabbergasted, Harlow pitched the photos into the fireplace next, he watched the flames lick at the edges and burn away the memory of his father and his line.

"I suppose I can do that for an old friend. But I must know why..." Alexander asked, finally able to speak. Harlow turned to smile at him and tipped his hat to the man. He turned and walked out the door, but not before saying something over his shoulder.

"Some things and some people are better left forgotten. I'm making the decision, maybe not the right one, but the best one for both of us."

Syd Harlow the man was dead, he died the day that wolf barreled him over a cliff. The being that was left was just a body without a soul...

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Harlow flipped the blade around and sheathed it at his hip as the memory faded. The thoughts didn't help his dour mood at all, it didn't comfort him that he was all alone but he knew that was how it had to be...

Harlow reached into his pocket and pulled out the polished nickel sheen of his harmonica, it was so quiet in these woods that the sad sounds of its notes echoed off the trees. Contrary to popular belief it took skill to play a harmonica well and Harlow had been proficient at it long before he had been cursed, it was an instrument whose tone suited him well. The notes told of grief, of sorrow, of loneliness...

The story of his life...



(Might be a little long winded, for some reason I envisioned it better than it came out...

What? You didn't think Harlow could get in on the Soap Opera train? Pfffft, please.... )

As the birds sat flew in between the trees of the forest, a generator hummed in the distance as smoke from a fire drifted into the air. The hunters sat on crates while Andy worked with a saudering iron plugged into the generator. They had bought well over a thousand dollars worth of supplies altogether and were preparing for what may come. The crates of fruit they had bought we somewhat empty after a quickly fashioned lunch. Ace and Joker were busy loading wooden bullets into clips while Vegas looked over the grenades, she had thrown one at a deer earlier and besides a temporary bit of blindness the deer seemed fine. The fact that they could use the grenades indiscriminately was good for them, in close quarters they wouldn't be wounded by any fragments and the defensive capabilities were endless.

"So Andy..." Joker looked up from the clip he was loading, "Vegas told in the hospital that you were interesting and you told us that you fed a guy to a vampire. What was that all about?"

"Oh that? Long story, actually not really." Andy kept focused on the monitor he was working on, "When I got to Empire City I was assigned a partner, her name was Kara. In Empire City and most cities, the networks assign male and female hunters as partners. Something to do with werewolves and vamps acting like prostitutes, for the most part they don't like attention and if they think someone has another who cares about them they think a bit more about it. Anywho, her name was Kara, we had captured a vampire who turns out was a turncoat. Nice enough of a vamp to let us know about Pontius's land holdings, we were attacked by this psychotic vamp who wanted him dead and that's when I got this nice dagger that does work on werewolves."

"So what about fed the guy to that vampire?" Ace asked.

"Nope," Andy put the finished monitor aside, "Vegas knew this guy named Colt, he had been dismissed after going rogue, and he had been injured in the fight so we took him to a hospital to get patched up. After that we took Hawthorne, the vampire, to our HQ and kept him there as an informant. While we were there we got this signal saying that a wolf had been tagged so Kara and I went after it dressed like plumbers."

"We tracked it to this guy's house, his name was Sean O'Brian, and we knocked on the door and asked to use his phone. Turns out the wolf was in there with another one, they jumped Kara while this Sean guy tried to get me. I put a round or two into them and we took Sean with us. The guy in charge was named Danny and he put Kara down so she wouldn't turn while I worked on Sean. We got some info out of him, one of the wolves was his brother so I thought that I would make his brother suffer as well for what happened to Kara."

"Are you talking about that Ryan guy?" Sven asked.

"Yeah, Ryan O'Brian." ANdy nodded, "We ended up working with the local law enforcement and had an ambush planned, the thing is the vamps had a fething ambush planned too. Wolves, vamps, gunfire everywhere and this big fether comes from behind us so I tossed Sean at him. I had planned for the vamp to kill Sean so that Ryan would get mad at the vamps and go after them. After everything it turns out that Sean was only turned and that made Ryan really mad I guess."

"You tossed a guy at a vampire though?" Joker asked, "Well that story makes it sound less, devious I guess."

"It helps when you know the context, but it led to a poor relationship with a wolf. Not like that matters." Andy picked up another monitor and began work.

"So what about Hawthorne?" Ace asked.

"He ended up being killed by Danny." Andy sighed, "He was a good informant, had a deal to let him go scott-free to any country he wanted to in exchange for his info. The guy had been sober for 30 something years I think he said, I still have a vial of his blood that I was going to use for something."

"Why did Danny kill him?" Ace asked.

"He had made a deal with Pontius..." Andy trailed off as he began to think about his current situation, the similarities were there for sure. "He made a deal that got a hunter killed directly so I dealt with him."

Vegas looked over at Andy when he finished talking and noticed that Andy had stopped talking about it farely quickly.

"You made a deal with Pontius too you know." Sven reopened the conversation.

"Yeah, but I didn't promise to lead a group of hunters into an ambush. That's where Colt died, I found out about Hawthorne's death before we left for what was the ambush. I was cleaning out the incinerator so that Kara could be cremated and found Hawthorne's ring in there, after the ambush the puzzle pieces went together pretty fast."

"You sure you didn't lead us into an ambush?" Ace asked, finished with his task.

"Yeah, the ambush was done by vampires. I killed one of them, but they managed to get Colt. Vamps don't work with wolves and I wouldn't walk a group of hunters into a death trap. You can ask Vegas, she knows about that."

"Its true." Vegas said quietly, "He did lead a group of hunters on a rescue mission though." she rubbed her face where she had been scarred with a knife.

"Vegas had been captured, the vampires weren't into making deals and they split her face on camera and sent the video to us." Andy said, "That's where Jimbo died."

"The big black vampire in the warehouse?" Sven asked.

"One and the same." Andy nodded, "Would you guys stop asking questions though, I have three more of these things to do."

Hmmm, and Dez was with them at the time...

... I have a feeling that its a touchy subject for him...

Dez showed up after Miranda, which was about the same time Andy had killed Danny.

Lovely RP guys.

Going to have to delay mine, not feeling 100% upto it: hopefully I will finish what I started in next couple of days.

@ Warork...Very nice, Harlow's back story is getting more interesting with each post.

@ Nachos...I see a major event in the Hunters near future..

@ Aurelia...Looking forward to your post, would like to get the Erzuli/Jarin story moving along.

Ok, now that the 4th is over and life is "normal" once more, I'll be doing a few write ups tonight...
Mostly centering around Natasha and her plans...

Looking forward to everybody posting, I have a lot of ideas knocking about and want to get them going.

FITZZ wrote: @ Warork...Very nice, Harlow's back story is getting more interesting with each post.

That's the idea...

WARORK93 wrote:

FITZZ wrote: @ Warork...Very nice, Harlow's back story is getting more interesting with each post.

That's the idea...

I'm in the process of fleshing out some ideas for both you and ghosty ( involving Natasha..and some plans), should be interesting if I can get them going...

FITZZ wrote:I'm in the process of fleshing out some ideas for both you and ghosty ( involving Natasha..and some plans), should be interesting if I can get them going...

Sounds fun, the funny thing is, all the back story posts have been a result of me being bored and waiting on ghosty to "get here" I guess I should say...

yes, it should be very interesting indeed...

WARORK93 wrote:

FITZZ wrote:I'm in the process of fleshing out some ideas for both you and ghosty ( involving Natasha..and some plans), should be interesting if I can get them going...

Sounds fun, the funny thing is, all the back story posts have been a result of me being bored and waiting on ghosty to "get here" I guess I should say...

yes, it should be very interesting indeed...

Yes, a few of my ideas sort of hinge on ghosty as well...or at least your group being together...as it concerns all of you.

FITZZ, sorry I haven't RP'd. I haven't had time for big long posts, as I have been sailing for upwards of 12 hours a day for a while.

I'll get one in tonight.

Chowderhead wrote:FITZZ, sorry I haven't RP'd. I haven't had time for big long posts, as I have been sailing for upwards of 12 hours a day for a while.

I'll get one in tonight.

Understandable Chowder, having spent a great deal of time offshore I too understand the lure of the waves....
Looking forward to your post.

Fitzz, I always knew you were a Pirate.

FITZZ's favorite hobby. Being a Pirate Clown!

ghosty wrote:Fitzz, I always knew you were a Pirate.

Arrgh!... .

Perhaps in another life my friend...I could definatly get into the lifestyle.
But, I do truly love being out on the water...best job I ever had.

Did said job entail Burying the earnings in a wooden chest on some nondescript island, and marking it with a red cross?

ghosty wrote:Did said job entail Burying the earnings in a wooden chest on some nondescript island, and marking it with a red cross?

Unfortunatly no, It involved hauling up various fish, sorting and tagging them and then letting them go again...but it was still a blast.

EDIT:...To specify, I was a Deck hand on a Marine Research Ship...we would leave port and go deep into the Gulf of Mexico for two weeks and study various species migrations and such...then we'd dock for two weeks and then go out and do it all again...

Man, my dad just used to quahog in Rhode Island and then joined the Navy. I know how to sail and love sailing, but I live close to a tourist beach and the nearest good point to launch from is 30 minutes to an hour away. My dad lived 5 minutes from the beach walking, but then again in Rhode Island everything is about 5 minutes away, god I wished I lived up north. I would trade sweet tea and barbecue for it even.

halonachos wrote:Man, my dad just used to quahog in Rhode Island and then joined the Navy. I know how to sail and love sailing, but I live close to a tourist beach and the nearest good point to launch from is 30 minutes to an hour away. My dad lived 5 minutes from the beach walking, but then again in Rhode Island everything is about 5 minutes away, god I wished I lived up north. I would trade sweet tea and barbecue for it even.

Only thing I'd trade BarBQ for is the lives of my children...but sweet tea...bleah, that crap you can keep.

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:Man, my dad just used to quahog in Rhode Island and then joined the Navy. I know how to sail and love sailing, but I live close to a tourist beach and the nearest good point to launch from is 30 minutes to an hour away. My dad lived 5 minutes from the beach walking, but then again in Rhode Island everything is about 5 minutes away, god I wished I lived up north. I would trade sweet tea and barbecue for it even.

Only thing I'd trade BarBQ for is the lives of my children...but sweet tea...bleah, that crap you can keep.

If only Andy could get off that easy.

Pontius: All I want is one good pulled pork barbecue sandwich with cole slaw on it.

Andy: No problemo broseph.

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:Man, my dad just used to quahog in Rhode Island and then joined the Navy. I know how to sail and love sailing, but I live close to a tourist beach and the nearest good point to launch from is 30 minutes to an hour away. My dad lived 5 minutes from the beach walking, but then again in Rhode Island everything is about 5 minutes away, god I wished I lived up north. I would trade sweet tea and barbecue for it even.

Only thing I'd trade BarBQ for is the lives of my children...but sweet tea...bleah, that crap you can keep.

If only Andy could get off that easy.

Pontius: All I want is one good pulled pork barbecue sandwich with cole slaw on it.

Andy: No problemo broseph.

See...as a Southerner you should have thought of that already...

Andy:.." So I understand you've had nothing but blood for centuries..?"
Pontious:.." Well...yes...that's all I've consumed"
Andy:.." Well then...could I interest you in...one of...these?"




Andy:.." Quick grab my wife while he's distracted...damn..I slipped in vamp drool."

"Musater! Come on!" Longar was screaming over the sound of Musater's siren wail for his wife.

"She's dead, Longar! My wife, the woman I was going to share eternity with! She's gone!" Musater began to wail. He started to uproot a small tree, maybe 10 feet tall.

"Musater, please. We can greive later. Now, however, we have to-" The crack to the fauna over the Wolf king's head was heard for miles. Longar stumbled, then began to walk towards Musater. "Musater. Stop. Please." The second tree was much larger, nearly knocking him to the ground when it smashed into his chest.

"Why didn't you stop them! You monster! You could have saved her! WHY?" Musater was crying now. Tears streaking down his bruised and cut up face hit the ground.

Longar grabbed Musater by the collar of his shirt. "MUSATER. THERE WAS NOTHING ANYONE COULD DO." Throwing the miserable wreck across the forest floor, Longar composed himself. "Look. I've had wives die. Many of them I loved. But there was something special in each of them. Something I keep close to my heart. For Killia, it was her blasting sarcasm, and way with words. For Vana, it was her love of music and taste in food. For Vikkia, it was her eternal smile." Longar chuckled a bit, "She died with a smile on her face, knowing that she was happy when she passed on. Katrina had her tongue lashes that stung more than any mortal weapon could. And lastly, Danksha, with her healing hands. Danksha had an almost angelic persona around her. People seemed to feel no pain while near her, and I was happy. Sadly, as a mortal, she grew older and passed on. You knew none of these people, so I expect you don't care." Longar picked up Musater, and held him close. "But I knew Esmerella. She was as beautiful as the stars in the sky, and had the personality of an angel. You will keep what you wish of her. I can only make suggestions. I suggest her charm. You will need it when we take the throne."

Musater looked up, eyes bloodshot and face stained. "I... I will... I will..." Musater began to walk out of the forest, toward the light. The light that will lead to his new life. He is living for two people now.

It's not much, but I wanted to adress the issue before I move Musater's plot forward.

I liked it..well done Chowder.

... Natasha paused for a moment as her cell phone rang, she stared at Dez and smiled..." You will excuse me while I take this call.." she said standing.
" Of course" Dez said bowing his head slightly and rising..
Natasham followed by two guards, walked from the dinning room leaving Dez in the company of the remaining wolves...

" My Queen approves of you" Talbot said with a crooked grin " You would be wise to enjoy her hospitality..."
Dez glanced about the dinning area, his eyes once again falling to the beautiful woman who'd bandaged his wounds
" Yes.." Dez said " I believe I should."

In the underground garage, the wolf queen greeted Brahg and Ivan as the stepped from their SUV...the Pure Blood stood with them.
Slowly Natasha approached Carl...sniffing at the air...her hand stretching out to touch him..
Carl recoiled, a low growl emiting from his throat..." Do not touch me" he snarled.
Natasha smiled her hand falling to her side..." Now Lovak...is that anyway to greet your family.?"
" Lovak?" Carl said confused...
" Yes" Natasha nodded " It was your name...your true name...before the Hunters came...before ...we lost you."
" I don't care" Carl said " I'm not part of your ..family...I'm not one of you."
" Oh but you are.." Natasha cooed, a small smile on her face and a malicious light in her eyes " You just have to get aquianted with your kind again...your real kind."
Carl glared at the Queen, his eyes burning...
" Come" she said " I have someone for you to meet with upstairs...and we have much to discuss."

Coleslaw on BBQ? That's either the single greatest thing since the 72oz steak or the worst blasphemy I have ever heard......

.........Now excuse me while I go make one.... ....Fishing is quite fun, done it several times with my uncle out on the gulf. Gotta say though, having your engines quit on you out of sight of shore is not fun...

Not doing that again any time again soon unless we have a direct line to the coast guard....

..." Prague.." she thought as she decended from the night sky " Has been many years since I've walked these streets..."
With deft easy, she slipped into an alley way, her form both material and shadow...
From the structure behind her came the sounds of human voices...a tavern closing...the last of it's patrons finishing their drinks and stumbling into the night.
She silently watched as a young man stepped from the dimly lit doorway...staggered , and slowly begin to make his way along the cobblestone walk..
As silent as night, she followed...drifting on the light breeze that rustled the tree leaves above.

The young man had begun to sing, some bit of a song she recognized from many years past...
" You know that it would be untrue.." the man slurred " You know that I would be a liar.."
She grew closer...
" If I were to say to you" his voice rose, drunk and off key " Girl we couldn't get much higher..."
She enfolded him...he managed to utter a startled gasp as her fangs broke through the flesh of his throat and he felt himself lifted high into the air...
She drank deeply, feeling the young man tremble in her arms...when he'd expired, she casually dropped his body into the river bellow ...

" C'mon Baby light my fire!" she sang, licking at the trace of blood on her lips.
she drifted fury and humor both washing over her...
Fire..oh yes...she had felt the flames...felt them sear and burn...
" ...And soon littlest one...so shall you" she whispered ..
Hovering for a moment, Lilith reached out...sensing other kindred...somewhere amongst them was Scarlet...
" Soon.." Lilith smiled as she begin to drift once again...singing the song of the dead man to herself.

WARORK93 wrote:Coleslaw on BBQ? That's either the single greatest thing since the 72oz steak or the worst blasphemy I have ever heard......

.........Now excuse me while I go make one.... ....Fishing is quite fun, done it several times with my uncle out on the gulf. Gotta say though, having your engines quit on you out of sight of shore is not fun...

Not doing that again any time again soon unless we have a direct line to the coast guard....

Coleslaw on a pulled pork sandwich is amazing, set it up with a batch of steak fries and a cold beer and it's a bit of heaven.

WARORK93 wrote:Coleslaw on BBQ? That's either the single greatest thing since the 72oz steak or the worst blasphemy I have ever heard......

.........Now excuse me while I go make one.... ....Fishing is quite fun, done it several times with my uncle out on the gulf. Gotta say though, having your engines quit on you out of sight of shore is not fun...

Not doing that again any time again soon unless we have a direct line to the coast guard....

1. I know what I'm having for lunch tomorrow! I'll post a review.

2. Try being offshore in a sailboat with no engine, at least a mile away from any land. Now that sailboat is 15 feet long. That's my day.

3. Channel 16 on your VHF. Basic safety rules man. Do you even have your boaters license?

... Through the vast forest the Lord of the Hunt thundered onward, the sounds...the scents ...of a pitched battle between numerous Lycan had reached him and he would know the source..
Moving with a speed undreamed of by most of lycan kind, the Lord Cernunnos advanced, great trees toppling as he pushed forward...
" There" the Lord of the Hunt boomed as he entered a clearing...
Before him lay the bodies of several slain wolves...they had fallen upon each other with great fury.

Cernunnos breathed deeply, the scents telling much of the tale...Grubrah...and Lycaelon...with the taint of Rahl filed the air...others...with the scent of kindred upon them..
They had butchered each other mercilessly...in short and vicious combat...and then..
The Lord of the Hunt sniffed again...those of the Rahl had exited the woods...a pure blood amongst them...the others..
Cernunnos glanced to his left...they had fled in this direction...and one of them was...
The lord of the Hunt laughed and headed into the forest...moving towards a distant light...towards a familar scent.

Chowderhead wrote: 3. Channel 16 on your VHF. Basic safety rules man. Do you even have your boaters license?

1. I was thirteen at the time, that should put it in perspective...

2. My uncle's boat, an old one at that, and yes he has a license.

3. That day someone must have been playing a sick joke on us because both the boat's engines and the radio were malfunctioning (family joke is that we must have ran into the Bermuda triangle and not known it)

4. End of that story is that we sat there for about two hours, dead in the water, freaking out (at least I was) when finally we see another boat and fortunately were able to flag it down and get our boat towed into the harbor...

and that does it for my off topicness...

So, the battery died?

Nothing you can do about that. You will be SOL without a battery.

OOC: Man I hope Cennunos is on our side, he is a hunter after all.

Andy sat against a log, the fire from the fire lit up his face and the smoke had stopped stinging his eyes. He looked at the other hunters and was glad that they had stopped asking about Empire City, at first Empire City had been an accomplishment in his mind now it was tarnished. He couldn't help but compare himself to Danny now and tried as hard as he could to distance Danny's character with his own. What if Danny had hoped that Colt, Vegas and Andy would die but didn't want them to. What if Danny had been told to send them to the warehouse like Andy had been told to lead the hunters into the house, unknowing of whether or not there would be an ambush? Andy held the sword across his lap and decided that the biggest difference was that Danny was trying to bring Kara back from the dead, then again Andy had wanted to do the same for Miranda.

"Damnit, Andy, you're different, you just are." Andy assured himself, "Danny wanted us dead, I don't want the others dead. Danny made a deal with a vampire to bring Kara back to life, I'm trying to get my wife back. Danny had been working for Pontius for a bit of time, I haven't. Danny was a traitor, I'm still fighting for the right cause. Yeah, that's right, I'm better than him."

Andy smiled, he was better than Danny because Danny had made a deal to kill all of them and wanted to turn Kara into one of them so she could live. He felt better now that he distinguished himself from a traitor he had killed. He looked at the sky and through the trees he could see the moon, it was an almost complete white sphere hanging in the sky. His eyes turned to Vegas, tomorrow she would become one of things no matter what she tried to do. That would be a bridge to cross when the time came, for now Andy worried about how he was going to deal with Pontius.

"Sven?" Andy said as he stretched, "Didn't you lose your arm in that last fight?"

"Yes," Sven looked nervously at Vegas, talking about magic in front of a witch hunter probably wasn't his favorite thing to do, "I managed to replace it."

"Really now... you can replace limbs?" Andy rubbed his chin in thought, "Mind talking about it in the woods?"

"Sure."

When they were somewhat out of range Andy stopped and looked at Sven. "Sven, we're going to need all of the help we can get. Is it possible to make a couple of full body golems to act as body guards for us?"

"I don't have much time, but I can see what I can do."
..................

"Okay then," Andy looked at the golem, "let's put some clothes on it."

"I have a spare robe in the back, we can use that." Sven said eyeing his own handiwork, "It should fit."

Andy, Sven, and the golem walked out near the campfire.

"We need to make the vampires think that its a hunter or something or else they won't go after it, they'll go after you first." Andy said as he pulled out a vial of Hawthorne's blood, "I've been holding on to this for the longest time, can you use it?"

"I sure can, blood is blood no matter where it comes from." Sven took the vial and began to further his work.

"So when can you make another one?" Andy asked

"Not for awhile, it's kind of draining you know." Sven said as he tried to remember the proper spells.

@ Nachos....

Cernunnos is basicly on his own side...

Nice RP BTW...love a good plot.

So we have golems now?...I don't know, I would say Sven being able to sprinkle some fairy dust and create a golem is a little over powered, then again we 're about to enter a mansion with a million rooms and countless horrors and vampires, so screw it all we get a golem.

I agree with Darksaes initial point, otherwise Sven will always be able to make Gholems whenever he wants...

... but of course, if I could just have Atlas as a ghost wolf...

*hint hint*

Suzie stared in horror as Vukojevic dropped to the ground. In an instant he was sragged away by other ghouls and 7 more were brought on to the arena. Again the malevolant creature upon the throne made a hand sign and the ghouls threw themselves at each other. All around her was cheering creatures of the night, giving themselves to some frenzy at the sihgt of blood being spilled. After five minutes the survivors were dragged off and the dead were thrown to baying packs of Ghouls eager for flesh. Turning to the Vampyre next to her.
What the feth is this?

It's the Murder games

What the hell?

Mortals who displease Caine or any of his lieutenants are made to pay for their sins with their mortal blood

but httas sicka nd unjustitfied

Who cares, its sport and helps keeps the humanii in line

this is disgusting, and it disgusts me that you enjoy this gak

Loosen up its all good fun

Screw you and your sick games I'm getting out of her.

Whats that bitch? You calling me sick?

yeah, I am. Deal with it sicko

You little whore
The VAmpyre grabbed Suzies wrist and began ot drag her out of the murder room.
you should learn not to make fun of Pontiuses servants, or any other methuselath for that matter

He rushed through the doors and down the the hallway of portraits. Ahead of them a female Vampyre appeared.

Where do you think you are going with her?

I'm teaching this little whelp about manners infront of older kindred. Now move out my way hag

Do you know who I am?
He dropped suzie and made for a concealed weapon
Some hag stopped me reap my retribution

I am the progenitor pf the House of Juli. Older than your master, nearly as old as the one who sits apon the throne.
In a blindly fast move she grabbed his arm and twisted it making him drop the blade he was drawing

Well, well, what do we have here. A breach of rules. thats quite a serious offence. your sire will be most displeased. Now run along before I get the guards

The Vampyre blted down the corridor spewing curses.
Now she turned to face Suzie who was still lying on the ground
Hello Suzie, Youhave been looking of rme haven't you?

I see the issue if Sven could made an army of golems but if he is just able to pump out a few mindless stone shields, I think it's fine.

Yep, Sven was only able to make one golem due to time constraints and the fact that he can't make a whole army with what power he has. Although beserksteve also hasn't had an NPC, at all, while most of the non-hunter players have, well... used a lot with the exception of Warork who has also lacked any NPCs besides the ones given to him by Ghosty.

halonachos wrote:Yep, Sven was only able to make one golem due to time constraints and the fact that he can't make a whole army with what power he has. Although beserksteve also hasn't had an NPC, at all, while most of the non-hunter players have, well... used a lot with the exception of Warork who has also lacked any NPCs besides the ones given to him by Ghosty.

I had one...

Until Fitzz said....he died

Poor Colt...

halonachos wrote:while most of the non-hunter players have, well... used a lot with the exception of Warork who has also lacked any NPCs besides the ones given to him by Ghosty.

Yeah, Ghosty gets to go have fun and see his family, meanwhile I'm sittin here babysittin the other part of his harem...

I was gonna bring in an NPC or two at one point but I eventually decided against it because Harlow's supposed to be a loner...

Plus, you have Holly now ^^

I'm not really going to be posting much for the rest of the week up until Tuesday at the earliest. I'm off to Sonisphere, to see the big four, Slipknot, and all the other bands playing. And who knows what else... Have a good un, I'll see you on the beach.

@ Ghosty....sounds like a good time, enjoy yourself man.

Now, A quick word about the Golem business, I allowed it...and it's a one off one time only sort of thing.
There won't be any army of golem's shambling about...between Sven's Djinn abilities and Andy having a vial of vampire blood...I decided what the hell...let 'em create one...

ghosty wrote:I'm not really going to be posting much for the rest of the week up until Tuesday at the earliest. I'm off to Sonisphere, to see the big four, Slipknot, and all the other bands playing. And who knows what else... Have a good un, I'll see you on the beach.

...You mean I'm stuck here alone with two she wolves for another five days?

...*Thinks about what he just said*...

On second thought ghosty, take your time, take your sweet time.....

Have fun rockin out man. Cant wait to see what you write up when you get back.

It should be great, I'm really looking forward to venting some pent up frustration in the Mosh Pits.

ghosty wrote:It should be great, I'm really looking forward to venting some pent up frustration in the Mosh Pits.

Have fun

Just make sure you don't lose your monocle in the mosh pit.

@ ghosty...

Before you depart for your weekend of slam dancing fun...is it possiable for you to perhaps drop a quick RP...just to sort of put Ryan and company on a " back burner" so to speak?

FITZZ wrote: @ ghosty...

Before you depart for your weekend of slam dancing fun...is it possiable for you to perhaps drop a quick RP...just to sort of put Ryan and company on a " back burner" so to speak?

[Insert pun here]

IC: And Ryan, Star and their child walked off into the sunset...

Ok ok gimme a moment.

IC: Ryan and Star moved off quietly into the night from their holdings, thick coats wrapped around them to stave off the biting cold. Their child, the pure blood, was covered up; partly to hide his tender face from the elements, and partly to hide his identity. They chose to walk, and take the scenic route, through the forests surrounding Prague. After such a high profile kill, it would have been folly to do otherwise, and as it happened, there was very little in the forest that Ryan didn't feel confident taking on. The very thought of his son coming to danger made his blood begin to boil...

And with that, Ryan, Star, and their child, walked off into the sunset...

Well...not your best work, but it should suffice until you return...
Have a good time.

Except for the part where its the middle of the night.....

As long as they stay on the opposite side of the forest all should go well.

Meh, they could be in any forest...Prague is full of forest...actually I don't know that for sure...but what the hell...I'll assume there are plenty of wooded areas in and around Prague.

As it turns out they actually went to a park and began fighting hobos for newspapers.

Hey, I'm leaving for the weekend so I won't be posting much.

I just want to say ahead of time, that in a few days time, on Monday, I'm going on holiday for two weeks, so I won't be able to post at all...

Yea I'm also going away for a week as well tommorow

I guess we get to take a quick break then, wonder what's going on in England that's making everyone leave though. Is it the Queen's super special birthday that everyone is invited to, or does the queen just invite people on Dakka maybe?

I know, its a conspiracy against Fitzz, the Queen is actually the user known as Aurelia. Yes it all makes sense now, with everyone else invited to her 'birthday party' she has free run to do whatever she wants in the RP. My god, Fitzz, the Queen of England is godmodding the game.

Hmm, with some PCs going on vacation perhaps a break is in order..
However, I'll leave it to the remaining players as to weather they want to continue to RP...as there are some plot lines that don't involve the missing characters.

I'd happily continue the plot but as said before, my character is now linked to Ghosty's who is now on hiatus due to RL obligations...

I agree with Halo though (not about the Queen, sorry halo )It seems all our neighbors across the pond have mysteriously and coincidentally all planned their respective trips at the same time....strange indeed....

Hey, FITZZ, do you want me to put up an Inter Astrum interest thread to discuss ideas? The Blood Moon interest thread established before the sequel really helped make it the great game it is today. I have enough info to give a general overview of the setting and play style, and will give players the opportunity to create their own races and classes. What say you?

Mordoskul wrote:Hey, FITZZ, do you want me to put up an Inter Astrum interest thread to discuss ideas? The Blood Moon interest thread established before the sequel really helped make it the great game it is today. I have enough info to give a general overview of the setting and play style, and will give players the opportunity to create their own races and classes. What say you?

I think it would be fine to do so Mordo, though we still have a lot still happening here...so we'd have to insure that anyone wishing to get involved with the RP understood it will be a post Blood Moon situation.

FITZZ wrote:

Mordoskul wrote:Hey, FITZZ, do you want me to put up an Inter Astrum interest thread to discuss ideas? The Blood Moon interest thread established before the sequel really helped make it the great game it is today. I have enough info to give a general overview of the setting and play style, and will give players the opportunity to create their own races and classes. What say you?

I think it would be fine to do so Mordo, though we still have a lot still happening here...so we'd have to insure that anyone wishing to get involved with the RP understood it will be a post Blood Moon situation.

True. I'll post the link here when I have it up. Also, I have an idea for running the game: we (you and I) switch off between critical story arcs, with the other running their character as an NPC. For example, I would introduce the first mission, see it run through, and after it's completed, introduce my character and pass it off to you, and the cycle continues.

Mordoskul wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Mordoskul wrote:Hey, FITZZ, do you want me to put up an Inter Astrum interest thread to discuss ideas? The Blood Moon interest thread established before the sequel really helped make it the great game it is today. I have enough info to give a general overview of the setting and play style, and will give players the opportunity to create their own races and classes. What say you?

I think it would be fine to do so Mordo, though we still have a lot still happening here...so we'd have to insure that anyone wishing to get involved with the RP understood it will be a post Blood Moon situation.

True. I'll post the link here when I have it up. Also, I have an idea for running the game: we (you and I) switch off between critical story arcs, with the other running their character as an NPC. For example, I would introduce the first mission, see it run through, and after it's completed, introduce my character and pass it off to you, and the cycle continues.

Sounds like a solid idea Mordo...

WARORK93 wrote:I'd happily continue the plot but as said before, my character is now linked to Ghosty's who is now on hiatus due to RL obligations...

I agree with Halo though (not about the Queen, sorry halo )It seems all our neighbors across the pond have mysteriously and coincidentally all planned their respective trips at the same time....strange indeed....

IIRC, ghosty said he'd be returning on Monday or Tuesday, so there really isn't any reason for you to halt your RPing if you don't wish to...
Ghosty's characters can always play catch up when he get's back ( if for example Harlow and the others leave the cabin)...

"Balderdash!" shouted the queen of England as she read the comments made a user named 'halonachos', "I've most definitely been had by that cad!"

"What is wrong my Majesty?" Agent OO7 asked as he drank a shaken martini in an Aston Martin.

"Some bloody yank has me found out!" the queen said furiously, "Can you take care of that lout?"

"Yes my majesty." OO7 responded as his martini transformed into a submarine, leaving the car behind. As OO7 dove into the sky he heard the Aston Martin crash into a mime, the mime's inaudible screams reached OO7's ears and he smiled to himself, "Bloody frenchie, double points."

"How did he get it?" the queen thought to herself as she paced the floor, "That halonachos is obviously no twit. I thought that a Louisianna werewolf would be the perfect disquise. But that halonachos chap is incredibly wise."

*Meanwhile in the United States of America*

"What do you mean the queen really is Aurelia?" halonachos asked OO7.

"I mean you figured out one of the most secret of secrets of all the secrets of the crown, the queen is a dakkaite and you have completely blown her cover." OO7 told a tied up halonachos.

"I didn't know that, it was just a joke." halonachos cried out as he watched Agent OO7 pour Dunkin Donuts coffee on the floor, "I swear it was just a joke, why are you torturing me like this?"

"It was not, how did you hack into her account and find her information? Not even the CIA can do that!" Agent OO7 said as he took a barbecue sandwich and held it over a fish tank.

"I'm not a hacker! Look I use windows, I don't know how to use Linux or a Mac even. For the love of all that is holy and barbecued just leave the sandwich alone!" halonachos cried out in agony.

"Oh dear, my fingers are slipping..." Agent OO7 mocked as he dangled the barbecue over the tank.

"Okay, okay I'll tell you!" halonachos said defeated, "Its easy to figure out, her character is an African American werewolf who lives in Louisianna. New Orleans is in Louisianna and African Americans in the south were normally decendants of slaves who were beat. So its safe to say that one of her character's ancestors were beat in or near New Orleans. There is a song called the Battle of New Orleans which is about the british defeat at New Orleans. So seeing as though her character was potentially beaten in New Orleans its a clear reference to her being British, why else would she use that character background?"

"So you could deduce that she was English, but how did you guess the queen of all people?"

"Because she was always busy and I figured that the queen qould be incredibly busy, with her entertaining foreign leaders or visiting other dignitaries. Just put the barbecue on the counter, please."

"Okay chap, but you know I can't let you live now that you've discovered her dark secret." OO7 pulled out a pistol and shot halonachos.

"What did you shoot me with?" halonachos said as he reopened his eyes in shock that he was still alive.

"I shot your pride dear chap, soon you'll die because of it."

"But I don't have any pride, I sit on a computer all day and type sillyposts involving vampires and werewolves." halonachos said as he looked at Agent OO7.

"Oh, I guess you're already dead on the inside then." Agent OO7 pulled out a grappling grape and squeezed it, which launched a hook all the way back to England.

"Okay, fine you ass." halonachos sat there still tied up, the barbecue sat on the counter.

"Cheerio mate!" OO7 shouted as he was pulled all the way back to England by the white cliffs of Dover.

"Seriously just going to leave me here, tied to a chair?" halonachos said as he tried to untie himself. As he managed to finally untie himself a nuclear holocaust occured, wiping out everyone on the planet. halonachos looked around and looked at the sandwich, "Oh well at least I still have my barbecue." as he started to take a bite his teeth fell out.

"No, no, this can't be. Why!" halonachos cried out.

...Nachos, you realize of course that you may be creating an international incident as you type?

My uncle already did, one time he was drunk and thought it would be a funny joke to send the queen a copy of the Battle of New Orleans on vinyl. It wasn't funny when the FBI came knocking on his door.

@ Fitzz...That's good to know, however as of now I'd have absolutely no bloody clue as to where to go or what to do, I'll think about it though...

@Nachos...Do I really need to say anything except ?

halonachos wrote:My uncle already did, one time he was drunk and thought it would be a funny joke to send the queen a copy of the Battle of New Orleans on vinyl. It wasn't funny when the FBI came knocking on his door.

Dude...that's fething hysterical.

Y'know, I've always had a soft spot for that song...my Aunt used to sing it to me when I was a little Fitzz. ...yes, my family is odd.

THREAD IS UP- http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/0/381708.page#3046139

Mordoskul wrote:THREAD IS UP- http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/0/381708.page#3046139

Looks good Mordo...but please remember to make it clear that that RP will not be starting up until Blood Moon has finished....

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:My uncle already did, one time he was drunk and thought it would be a funny joke to send the queen a copy of the Battle of New Orleans on vinyl. It wasn't funny when the FBI came knocking on his door.

Dude...that's fething hysterical.

Y'know, I've always had a soft spot for that song...my Aunt used to sing it to me when I was a little Fitzz. ...yes, my family is odd.

My uncle was something different, drank an englishman under the table and got him to tatoo an american flag on his back as well, guy was in the British military as well. Oh the things you could do back in the 60's and 70's.

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:My uncle already did, one time he was drunk and thought it would be a funny joke to send the queen a copy of the Battle of New Orleans on vinyl. It wasn't funny when the FBI came knocking on his door.

Dude...that's fething hysterical.

Y'know, I've always had a soft spot for that song...my Aunt used to sing it to me when I was a little Fitzz. ...yes, my family is odd.

My uncle was something different, drank an englishman under the table and got him to tatoo an american flag on his back as well, guy was in the British military as well. Oh the things you could do back in the 60's and 70's.

Agreed, I was a child in the 70's and a teenager in the 80's and I don't care what anyone says...we had a lot more "fun" back then.

Not to toot my own horn here... But I have decided to step into the GM shoes.

We have only five spots left for characters, and I want some Bloodmoon guys to give them a shot!

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/381734.page

It's a dark Superhero RPG, made possible by me, Kasrkai, and Mordo.

A little close to the bone there nachos...

I might take the mini break as a chance to catch up to where I should be but am quite happy to wait also.

IC...

Sitting on her favorite chair suddenly felt inadequate as Erzuli sat listening to Jarin's explanation of her heritage and the prophecy. She rubbed the old, ripped leather of the chair's arm and scowled behind the diary she held to her face. Since she had lured him inside the house he had spoken more freely and though her attempts to charm him seemed to be going well; she could not help but look at her home and feel as though she had been robbed of something for all these years. Piles of books, notepads and plants were piled around the room and a fashion which was more chaotic than the organised she had thought it just earlier today. Somehow the home she had once been proud of had fallen into being some sort of glorified ruin and it occured to her just how careless she had been. If only she had the kind of resources this wolf's queen had...

"...so the child of two pureblood will rise to become the Great Wolf and lead us all. Because of this it is vital you come back with me to Europe. I insist."

Jarin's voice shook her from her thoughts and she looked up at him with a frown, snapping shut the diary and holding it to her chest.

"Child of two purebloods?"

"That is what the prophecy says.."

"It has been born hasn't it?"

Jarin studied her for a moment, for the first time he saw a spark of uncertainty in her eyes and it took him by surprize. He stood up quickly from the pile of books he had sat himself upon and walked over to her. He towered over her as she gazed up at him.

"This is why you are so important. There are so few purebloods; my queen is bringing them together so the prophecy may yet have a chance of happening where the child can be protected from birth."

"So I am wanted purely for my breeding then?" She scowled and stood up. Muttering to herself as she had to slide past his chest to even move. "For my ability to breed."

Jarin nodded and watched her head towards a closed door, he wasn't sure he liked the tone in her voice or the delay in simply taking her back to Natasha but he had to admire her not just grabbing at the position she was being offered on a plate. It showed she had the strength expected of her line.

A loud growl and a thudd brought Erzuli to her senses again: she had been wondering if this offer was really worth all the hassle. Her! Being used as breeding stock! She cursed her doubts and weakness as she rushed to the cellar door. Glancing back for a moment she could see Jarin following her. Panicing slightly she knew she needed him to stay in the living room for a while so she could at least compose herself. Scrambling for words and missing Gaagii's piercing commentary for once she said the first thing that came into her head.

"You're not a pureblood are you? It would make it a more attractive prospect if you were!"

The look on his face mirrored hers for its shock and inability to respond. Erzuli rushed to the cellar door just to escape it. Cursing herself over and over she scrambled to open the door, intent on dealing with whomever had caused the noise very harshly. She pushed it open and looked down to see Screech gazing back up at her with tail between her legs, whimpering and generally looking a bit guilty. Noting there was no sign of the raven, Erzuli grumbled again, he had obviously run off after taunting the girl into trouble. She felt a warmth behind her as Jarin leaned in to get a look at what was causing her to be so distracted suddenly.

"And who is this?" His voice rumbled dangerously in her ear, causing her to shiver.

"My... daughter..." Erzuli scrambled over the words, "...by blessing of the bite."

His nose caught the smell of death pouring from the cellar, old death. He noticed the collar and chain attached to the girl and watched as she moved upto Erzuli and nuzzled her leg, ears flat, in a distinctly primal display of remorse. The level of affection the girl had for the pureblood was obvious and yet she looked like she had been confined. Erzuli touched the girl's nose and the small wolf gazed up at her and laid her head against he pureblood's belly submissively. The smile that crossed Erzuli's face was unlike any he had seen her give before. The little female's eyes swirled with a light that grew brighter as she saw him. She growled, grasping onto Erzuli, who immediately shushed her and began stroking her head. Curiosity caught him.

"How long has she been changed?" He whispered into Erzuli's ear, not wanting to interrupt the interaction between the two.

"Just a few months." Erzuli gulped as the light faded in Screech's eyes. As her 'daughter' began to calm down, she began to think things over more clearly. Perhaps with the queen's resources she could continue her experiments more effectively. She looked to Jarin. "If I am to go, she comes with me."

Love it Aurelia...
Jarin will of course agree to Erzuli's conditions and allow her "child" to accompany them.

FITZZ wrote: Love it Aurelia...
Jarin will of course agree to Erzuli's conditions and allow her "child" to accompany them.

Héhéhéhé

*pm's the other hunters*

*innocent whistle*

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Love it Aurelia...
Jarin will of course agree to Erzuli's conditions and allow her "child" to accompany them.

Héhéhéhé

*pm's the other hunters*

*innocent whistle*

Why do I doubt that there is anything "innocent" behind that whistle...

Hehehe...

*pms...*

Wait, crap, I ain't got nobody...

... hm...

... aha!

*pms FITZZ who is in control of Natasha*

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hehehe...

*pms...*

Wait, crap, I ain't got nobody...

... hm...

... aha!

*pms FITZZ who is in control of Natasha*

...Good call Kais.

I'm going to have to think of something to do with Dez and Carl while your away...I can have other PCs on hold...but yours are now actually in Natasha's home...I can't just wait on what they do.

FITZZ wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hehehe...

*pms...*

Wait, crap, I ain't got nobody...

... hm...

... aha!

*pms FITZZ who is in control of Natasha*

...Good call Kais.

I'm going to have to think of something to do with Dez and Carl while your away...I can have other PCs on hold...but yours are now actually in Natasha's home...I can't just wait on what they do.

I'm trying to find a picture of that "Fosters; good call" advert, but there ain't any...

... and yeah, I am sorry if this is causing problems for you...

Scarlett walked slowly as they approached the ruined Castle, it seemed Nero's fears where unfounded and it had fallen into quite a bad state of disrepair. The term Castle might have been overstated she mused, as she looked over the large square building, which looked like a normal house, if not for the stone brick walls and ramparts where the roof should be. The door was reinforced mind, and the windows had strong metal guards on them. Nero looked it over and sighed as he glanced over at Giles.

"Seems the maid has been lacking in her duties."

Giles chuckled and motioned to the collapsed barn.

"I think the stable boy didn't make it out alive if I'm honest Nero."

Olivia walked over to Scarlett who was struggling to hold herself up as the two male Kindred talked and chuckled over the state of the place. She stroked Scarlett's arm and carefully took her by the wrist pulling her into a hug as they stood silently.

Nero glancing back pointed behind him towards a rock face, perhaps a small cliff in the distance. "Come on, this way, the ward access is just ahead."

The small group shuffled towards the bushes and trees that shrouded across the cliff face, and as they walked Scarlett slowed even more. Finally pausing with a gasp.

"She's here, already, in the country!" She gasped.

Nero turned and walked over to her kneeling down as she fell to her knees, Olivia still grasping onto her with a worried look.

"I should have guessed she would move fast once she knew where to find you much easier. Olivia if you please."

Olivia nodded and took the amulet off and passed it to Nero, who carefully placed it around Scarletts neck, the amulet crackled with black energy as he did so and all three Kindred paused for a moment.

"Has it ever done that before?"

Scarlett shook her head, "never, well not that I ever noticed."

Nero frowned for a moment, before lifting her up.

"It's probably nothing, or perhaps more to do with something else in the area."

"What's going on?" asked Giles with a bemused look behind them.

"Nothing my friend, just a ward against dark magics, come we must get into the ward."

Nero lifted Scarlett into his arms, and quickly led the small group to a bramble choked path, stomping through it with no concern to the scratches through his clothes as he reached what seemed to be a small cave entrance. Just large enough for a Human to walk into with a slightly bowed head. He moved into the gloom and found a small Iron door bolted into the rock. Twisting two bolts alternative ways, and pulling on the horn of what seemed to be a devil death mask, a large clunk echoed within, and with a grin he pulled the door open.

They moved into the gloom, and Nero motioned to the left to Giles, who lifted a torch from a Iron rack and ignited it with a lighter. The stone tunnel, laid with large stone blocks and pillars either side headed off into the darkness.

"Close the door, to enforce the protection hex."

Giles did as requested, and immediately Scarlett sat up and lifted herself down out of Nero's arms, looking down the tunnel with a mixture of shock and awe.

"Do you feel her?"

Scarlett slightly distracted took a few moments before looking back with a shake of her head.

"Nothing."

"Good, good, the hex is still in place. Come on, my guess is a very annoyed immortal is now trying to figure out why she can no longer sense you. My old Chambers are this way."

Pushing past, he began down into the gloom, Scarlett taking Olivia's hand began to follow, while Giles slowly brought up the rear. As they walked Scarlett strayed a little closer to Nero trailing Olivia behind.

"You lied to me!" she whispered.

Nero glanced at her from the corner of his eye but continued to walk. "How so?"

"You told me you had been asleep for centuries."

"I did not, I said I had slept for a long time, Thirty years is not a small period to a mortal my dear."

"You implied, you where wearing medieval robes for goodness sake."

"You assumed, also what's wrong with my surcoat, I had that for years."

Scarlett flushed red as they carried on walking.

"Modern cars, planes and the like are something I had not experienced, so it was all not as you are suspecting." He offered.

"You still let me think you'd been asleep a long time."

"Yes, it allowed me to understand you Scarlett, you attempts to guide me in this new world, gave me a greater understanding of yourself than you will ever realize."

She looked towards him and noted the calm look in his eyes.

"I am not sure I like that thought." She muttered

Nero grinned.

"Only time will tell, now here we are."

Scarlett looked forward and gazed at the thick old oak door, studded with Iron bolts and reinforced with Iron strips across the panels off the wood. Some Latin script was written across the top of the arch above the door.

"Nos ingredior inter Umbra" Scarlett mused reading out loud. "We walk between Shadows?"

Nero looked to her and nodded. Twisting the key bolt he pulled open the lock with a loud clunk.

"Welcome to the lair of the Black Rook." He said as he opened the door.

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Love it Aurelia...
Jarin will of course agree to Erzuli's conditions and allow her "child" to accompany them.

Héhéhéhé

*pm's the other hunters*

*innocent whistle*

Why do I doubt that there is anything "innocent" behind that whistle...

..... I honestly have no idea....

(Aight, I'm bored of sitting around so...)

The dawn was breaking over the horizon, the sun had not yet made it over the line between heaven and earth but the first signs of its arrival could be seen in the sky. It was streaked with a brightening blue and black hue that heralded the coming of a new day. In the darkness of the trees, Harlow was leaned against the stump he had been sitting, his hat bowed over his head. He stirred slowly, looking around, his senses groggily coming back to him from his light sleep. Satisfied that all was as it had been when he had dozed off, he stood up, stretching the tiredness from his limbs. He walked toward the cabin door, cracking it open ever so slightly. Inside, darkness greeted him, the fire had died out but it was warm enough inside, on the two beds Lisa and Holly still slept, unstirring. With one last glance at the two, Harlow closed the door and went to find somewhere to relieve himself. The cabin had no bathroom and Harlow shuddered to think what the outhouse behind the place smelled like. Besides, he needed a walk to stretch out his limbs...

Apparently Ryan had not yet found them, Harlow wasn't surprised. He had half expected for the big wolf to wake him while he slept but apparently that wasn't happening. Now that Harlow thought about it, the three of them couldn't stay in that cabin for much longer, it wasn't long until some nosy townsfolk came out here wondering where the guy who used to own the place was, or worse, authorities came to investigate and disturbances. As Harlow walked through the woods, he realized that he was headed in the direction of that town. His direction of walking wasn't really on his mind though, finally walking several hundred yards away from the cabin, he'd figured he'd found a secluded enough spot, picked a tree at random, and conducted his business with the small amount of relief that came with it. As he finished, a sound came to his ears, carried by the wind. It was very faint as if it came from far away. Harlow couldn't pin it down but it sounded like....yelling.

His senses immediately bent towards what was going on and that was when he picked up the smell...burning, the stink of smoke. He looked up into the sky above the treeline, sure enough there was a pillar of smoke headed up into the sky from the direction of the town. His interest now piqued, Harlow finished his business and began heading toward the town. If he remembered right, there was a ridge he needed to ascend before heading down toward the town. Sure enough, the land began to slope upwards and Harlow followed the dirt road through the woods until he made it to the top. What he saw in the town below surprised him...

At the edge was the old church he remembered seeing on his way in. Before the church was a large courtyard where it seemed the entire town had gathered. They all stood around a big bonfire that was the source of the smell and the smoke, Harlow could hear them from here more clearly, they were all yelling, a chorus of voices all raised in anger he assumed, though against what he didn't know. Many thoughts raced through his mind, he felt he should go back to the cabin and wake the other two up and they should leave, things were obviously starting to get out of hand. He convinced himself he was overreacting, however, and something possessed him, he didn't know what, to head down there and get a better look at what was going on. It took him several minutes but he finally made it to the town's wooded treeline and stopped there, unsure of the crowd's intent. They didn't see him yet and he preferred it that way. Now just a hundred yards from where the commotion was happening, Harlow bent his senses to figure out what was going on. He could tell by the body language from all in the crowd, they were indeed angry and many times within the next few minutes a group would yell something in Czech which would be picked up by the rest of the large crowd and they would all chant, raising weapons such as shovels and other gardening tools. Many had firearms; hunting rifles and shotguns, revolvers and other handguns. He saw several men with axes and a few with machetes, he even saw one man with an old battle sword. No doubt about it, it looked like the town was out for blood, though who's he had no idea.

Fascinated with the spectacle, Harlow kept his crouching position in the bush. The assembled crowd continued to chant and Harlow watched others coming from their houses, weapons in hand, joining the mob in their doings.Finally, an old man stepped out of the church entrance with a crucifix necklace hanging from his neck and approached the crowd. He mounted onto the back of a pickup truck which had been parked there in front of the church so he could see the crowd over the flames of the fire. The man held up a hand and the crowd was silenced. Harlow had a very unsettling feeling about this congregation, he'd seen such things before, and they never ended up very pretty. The old man, who Harlow assumed was some sort of priest by his attire, began to shout in Czech to the angered crowd.

"For too long have we suffered under the yoke of fear!" He yelled, although Harlow had no clue what he was saying. "For too long have we endured the workings of evil! Today it ends! Today we will end the demon's hold on this town! The children of God have spoken, hear me Satan, they will no longer be your sheep, they will no longer be tortured by the Rawhead!"

Harlow couldn't make out what was being said, all he knew was that he understood one word: Rawhead. It was a word that Harlow head heard enough of in his time in Europe. The priest went on, ranting and yelling his oaths to the crowd who held onto his every word.

"Is there any among you who believes we should be timid any longer?" The priest yelled.

"No!" Came the crowd's reply.

"He's taken our friends!" An angry young man shouted.

"He's taken our children!" A sobbing woman cried.

"Its time for this to end!" Another crowd member yelled, the mob yelled its approval.

"Indeed it is my friends! The time has come, we can no longer put our hopes in outside aid! The hunter failed to kill it and they have not returned since, we are done waiting, hoping for someone to help us, we will kill the evil ourselves!" The priest shouted, his hands making elaborate gestures which entranced the mob.

"But, my friends, first we must root out the evil amongst us!" At this point, Harlow saw two large men carry a hogtied figure through the crowd and placed him in front of the truck where the priest stood. "The Mayor, my good friend Vladimir, has been found wanting in his faith, he who was supposed to be our leader in these dark times has cowardly refused to adress our grief!" There were many angry shouts from the crowd directed at the whimpering man in a torn suit who kneeled in front of the crowd. The priest came down from the truck's rear and pulled out a sword from under his attire and held it high in one hand, in the other, he held high a bible.

"God makes it very clear that the penalty for such a sin is death!"

"Please, mercy! I beg all of you!" The tied man leaded pitifully. Harlow could only watch in horrid fascination as the old priest raised his voice again.

"You have been found guilty of heresy, and for that you must die. May God have mercy on your soul!" He said as the sword came down and neatly cleaved the man's neck. Harlow gasped and nearly fell back on his bottom. The crowd cheered the old man on. Harlow shook his head, this wasn't a town of civilized folk anymore, it was a cult, a mob of angry savages now led by a fanatical and insane leader. The priest raised his bloody sabre for the crowd to see.

"The first step on the road to victory!" He shouted in his native tongue, the crowd continued to cheer in their bloodlust, suddenly, a figure came forward out of the crowd, walking toward the priest.

"Last night! Last night I saw them, servants of Rawhead, they were headed towards Haman's cabin in the woods not far from here." The priest heard him and the crowd's chanting died down as the priest considered what had been said.

"Tell me, has anyone seen Haman in the past few days?" He asked almost casually. There was a murmur amongst the crowd but it was obvious nobody had.

"Then it seems the servants of evil have struck yet again!" The priest said. This caused the murmur of the crowd to rise higher. The priest turned to the boy who had come to him with the news.

"Where did you say they went?"

The boy pointed in the direction of Harlow which made him stutter backwards a few feet, it was as if the kid knew where he was, but Harlow stopped himself, he wasn't found out yet, and he had yet to find out the crowd's intent.

"That way, they didn't come towards the town, they went around it, there was a big black van, led by a demon who was riding a motorcycle." The priest patted the boy on the back approvingly.

"To arms my children, today we slay the evil that comes in the night!" The priest yelled pointing towards the woods in Harlow's direction, the crowd yelled its approval. Some of the mob began to grab their weapons and head toward the woods around the town, others ran back to their homes to get their trucks and other vehicles which began pulling out on the forest road. Harlow had seen enough, he stood up and began to turn around to head back to the cabin and get the others when something fast whizzed painfully past him, grazing his arm. It was then that he heard the crack of the rifle and the shouting.

"There!" One of the mob members was shouting in Czech "I found one, he's in the woods!"

"Aww gak..." Harlow muttered along with several other curses as he sprinted into the woods towards the cabin, the town behind him filling with the sounds of alarmed shouting and gunshots...

(I'll finish that one up later, still trying to iron out ideas... )

Aurelia wrote:A little close to the bone there nachos...

I can readily assure you that no offense was intended, I just find it easy to make connections to things that have no connection and going off on tangents is quite easy from that. Sucks to have around when taking tests, but you should see some of my tests.

@ MDS...great stuff my friend..I have some ideas concerning Lilith and her continuing quest for revenge in the works, should have the start up tomorrow.

@ Warork...love it man, can't wait to see more.

... Emerging from the lower garage levels, Natasha turned towards a silent and obviously angered Carl...
" Why do you resist your destiny.." She asked, her voice rising slightly in irritation " You are Pure Blood...it is your Birth right...your heritage to lead...to bring about our time."
Carl glared at the Queen..." I've been aware of what and who I was for over a century" he spat " and I have never had any desire to rejoin you...nor aid in bringing about your insane phophecy.."
" Insane.." Natasha hissed " Insane that we should dominate our prey...that as the strongest...the superior species we should rule..?"
" Insane ...yes...Insane that you and your followers wish to turn the earth into your private killing pen" Carl roared " Yes...your prophecy is madness!!"
At once Ivan spun on Carl, his fangs bared " You will mind your tounge!!" the huge wolf snarled " Adress your Queen with respect!!"
Carl's eyes flared with fury towards the huge wolf " She is no Queen to me!!" the man roared spitting on the polished floor at Natasha's feet..
Ivan's eyes narrowed, his huge clawed hand reaching back to deliver a killing blow..
" No!!" Natasha commanded, halting the giants attack " Despite his insult ...he is Pure Blood...no harm may come to him.."
" Yes my Queen" Ivan replied reluctantly..

In the dinning chambers, Talbot continued his conversation with Dez....
" So...you were a Hunter until your transformation..?" Talbot chuckled lightly " How ironic.."
Dez frowned at the wolf's tone " I was a Hunter...it was the life I was raised in." Dez said " But..I held the blood of the wolf inside me since birth...the bite merely served as a catalyst..to bring out what was there already."
Talbot nodded, his smile never leaving his features " Ah ..yes, you were born of a pure blood...and a human."
Dez nodded.
" Fascinating" Talbot grinned his arrogant grin " Tell me of your Mother.."
Before Dez could reply, the dinning room chamber doors were thrust open and Natasha , surrounded with a small army of wolves entered, Carl following under guard close behind..

" Dez!!" Carl exclaimed upon seeing his son seated at the table...
" Carl...what are you doing here..?" Dez said surprised starting to stand..
Natasha laughed lightly..." Ah, I do so love reunions...warms my heart." her eyes grew hard and cold " But...now we shall despense of all these plesentries and discuss a few matters.."
" What matters?" Dez said fixing Natasha with a cold stare..
" Matters my dear boy of which I require your assistance in" The wolf Queen smiled " The matter of locating she who made you..."

...His mother

sillyboy wrote:...His mother

No...Star.
Star was the wolf who bit Dez during the fight outside the theater back in Empire City...and as such Dez will be able to locate Star ( the Wolf who turned him) with much more ease than even the most skilled tracker.
Think of it as a " bond" a wolf shares with the one who turned/ created them.

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:...His mother

No...Star.
Star was the wolf who bit Dez during the fight outside the theater back in Empire City...and as such Dez will be able to locate Star ( the Wolf who turned him) with much more ease than even the most skilled tracker.
Think of it as a " bond" a wolf shares with the one who turned/ created them.

Ah oke...So i can also sense Dez....

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:...His mother

No...Star.
Star was the wolf who bit Dez during the fight outside the theater back in Empire City...and as such Dez will be able to locate Star ( the Wolf who turned him) with much more ease than even the most skilled tracker.
Think of it as a " bond" a wolf shares with the one who turned/ created them.

Ah oke...So i can also sense Dez....

Yup, since Dez is the wolf who bit and turned you, his "scent" is much more noticiable to you...were a " normal" wolf might sense him at a few miles, you may be able to sense him at 10+ miles...or in your case kilometers.

And Dez can sense Vegas...

.. ahh, now I do hope Natasha knows that Dez must go to the Crooked House first...

... priorities dear Queen...

halonachos wrote:

Aurelia wrote:A little close to the bone there nachos...

I can readily assure you that no offense was intended, I just find it easy to make connections to things that have no connection and going off on tangents is quite easy from that. Sucks to have around when taking tests, but you should see some of my tests.

Don't panic too much there nachos, I can quite assure you I'd have sent the Yeomen of the Guard in if it was that bad.

Just beware the wrath of the Queen!

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:And Dez can sense Vegas...

.. ahh, now I do hope Natasha knows that Dez must go to the Crooked House first...

... priorities dear Queen...

Natasha's Priorities and Dez's priorities are vastly different ...

Dez's priorities take priority...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Dez's priorities take priority...

...

"Black rook, what are we going to play, chess?" mused Scarlett as she walked past Nero into the large room.

She paused, her joke caught in her throat as she saw the splendor and size of the place, it was nearly the size of a Football field inside. Vast curtains hung from the ceiling, hiding the cold stone walls, while books cases, tables and ornate velvet covered furniture was place around the room. It looked like it could easily hold over one hundred guests, and at the rear of the large chamber she could see corridors disappear off into the gloom. Taking four steps forward she came to a three steps that led down onto the main floor of the chamber, and looking towards the far wall she could see a beautiful painting of what she assumed was a older Kindred of the sect, in a long black robe holding a sword.

"We can play if you like." chuckled Nero , allowing Olivia and Giles to enter the chamber before carefully closing the door.

"What is this place?" Scarlett whispered.

"Lair of the Black Rook, I already told you." Nero said matter of factly as he hopped down the steps and over to a long table with two dozen place settings, and checked some pieces of parchment left by the North facing head chair.

"Yes, but what does that mean?"

"A secret society within a secret society." Said Giles from behind, causing Scarlett to glance back with a confused frown.

Nero coughed causing all three to look back towards him.

"The Black rook was founded by three Vampiric individuals of note some five hundred years ago. Argural the Black, Vlad Tepes head bodyguard and one of the first embraced by the dark lord himself. Erisa of Carthage, a fallen Priestess of the Goddess Tanit, and Areto, a Amazon from Ancient Greece, who was a staunch ally of Erisa through out the creation and early rise of the Black rook. Each of these Kindred wished to see a stronger future for themselves and the blooded they walked among, so created the rook, to help guide the pawns of the game many Kindred play during these long nights."

Scarlett listened to Nero, taking in the names, looking around the room, she spotted a Bronze statue of a Amazon armed with two swords she guessed was Areto, while a another portrait of a woman in grey robes with dark black hair hung against the far wall to the left. Scarlett couldn't help but notice the place had not seen any use in a long time, it seemed pretty much abandoned.

"What happened?"

Nero looked over at a huge map of the world, a tapestry that had hung in the room for nearly two hundred years, and then back to Scarlett.

"The modern world happened, too hard to track Kindred, movements, plots spiraled out of control. Erisa was slain by Pontius in 1889, a long standing rivalry due to their ancestral backgrounds. After that Argural headed into the long sleep and has not been seen by anyone, while Areto tried to gain revenge against Pontius, but vanished, no one knows what happened to her, no one dares to ask Pontius directly."

"After that, the rook crumbled, a few stood together, but most of us went on to serve others, to watch, and listen, to wait for a time when we could regroup and seek out some kind of unity for our kind once again." Added Giles, as he walked down and took a seat in one of the large oak chairs that stood around the table Nero stood alongside.

"Are you all thats left?"

Nero looked back to the map, he could see the main black crosses that denoted the death of a black rook member, few uncrossed marks remained.

"There are not many of us left, no." He said softly.

Olivia walked over to the map and counted nine other names, and glanced back, remaining silent at such awful news. It seemed whatever this place was it was in a deep decline. Sensing the look in Olivia's eyes, Scarlett sighed deeply and walked over to the table.

"So after everything we discussed, a key part of your master plan was to bring me to the relic of a group that barely ever was, and make a stand in the gloom?" She snapped, she didn't know if she meant to, it had been a long few months, and suddenly huge doubts where ripping through Nero's plan.

He shook his head.

"No, everything is as planned, Caine is close, Lilith will eventually sense him and a showdown is a certainty, she will either destroy him before Pontius and others destroy her, or Caine will shred her to pieces before she can strike."

Giles raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, but remained silent looking at the table quietly, while Olivia looked at the map, and then back at the three others.

"Are you sure Nero?" Scarlett asked sternly.

"Positive, I cannot see any other outcome."

Scarlett breathed a deep sigh of relief, and nodded, Nero knew the older Kindred much better than she, she had to hope he was correct. Scarlett paused, and with Nero they both looked to Olivia, neither had made out what she had said the first time, and they paused to watched her as she spoke again, repeating her remark.

"What if Lilith and Caine unite after all this time."

Nero's eyes narrowed, and Scarlett looked towards him, then with a frown looked back at Olivia.

"Why would you say that?"

Olivia swallowed, nervous of the sudden scrutiny she faced from the three kindred, but although the mortal she had crushed from the body when the ritual was cast was gone, fragments of her memory remained. The Human had beena big horror fan, and looked heavily into the stories of the past.

"Well Lilith granted the curse to Caine as a gift, although she is unhappy she was cursed with it as punishment, why would she hate Caine?"

Scarlett glanced at Nero, who looked back at her, panic crossed Scarlett's features as it was obvious Nero had not considered this possibility. He shrugged and gave a half smile.

"Shouldn't be a problem, well, hopefully."

Scarlett felt the room spin, as a nagging clawing ripped at her belly, she was suddenly not as confidant in the plans they had come up with back in Las Vegas, not at all.

Sonisphere... what a festival.

Slipknot were mind blowing, Metallica amazing, Megadeth, so good, Anthrax, Wow, Slayer...meh, never liked them anyway, but they did a good set, Arch Enemy was a bit disappointing to be frank; something was wrong with the singers mic. and she was really quiet compared to the instruments. Parkway Drive however, well, there was a guy crowd surfing on a surf board, and a guy crowd surfing in a rubber dingy. They were really incredible, getting the crowd moshing to every one of their songs. Architects were also surprisingly good, considering the crowd, and I really enjoyed the band, having never listened to them before. Black Spiders was another band I was really impressed by, having seen them once before at Ozzfest, they were once again, much better than they've been given credit for. Cancer Bats, well, acoustics were against them (They were playing in a tent) But when they started up with Hail Destroyer, I don't think I've ever seen so many crowd surfers at once. Tec 1 was an unusual addition to the lineup, dubstep music not exactly being seen as metal. But after half an hour of moshing and raving, I was proved wrong. Dubstep can be very very metal if listened to by metalheads. Who'd knew? Band that stole it for me though was Gallows. They really were so good, getting the crowd going, and playing some amazing live music. I'm gutted they're splitting up after their tour now.

And why am I telling you this? Because I'm as high as a kite at the moment, and buzzing. Best Festival, ever!

Nice to see you back so soon ghosty! sounds like you had fun...

I'm back now. I accidentally hockey checked a priest on my trip and five minutes later fell into a tar pit that ruined my shoes. I got what was coming to me.

Harlow was not a hasty man. He was used to taking his time, moving with a purpose, making sure things were done right the first time...

But this was one of those times when he was happy to disregard that sentiment...

Harlow's legs powered him through the forest in a sprint he knew was required to save his hide. Behind him, a chorus of angry voices, all shouting curses was closing in fast. Harlow could hear the footsteps of the chasing mob on his heels. Harlow was probably exaggerating, his advanced hearing allowing him to hear the towns people chasing him from hundreds of yards away but it felt so much like they were right on top of him. He jumped over logs, stumps, potholes, anything that stood in his path he vaulted over and kept going, several times he was forced to duck under low hanging branches and fallen trees as the forest flew past him. He was no longer on the road, or any trails, he was much to smart to do that, those would be the first places his pursuers looked, and furthermore they would be able to see him more clearly on such a path. He was sprinting straight through the forest, on the straight line between where he had once sat at the treeline and the cabin...

Truth be told, Harlow hadn't had this kind of work out in years, not since his time as a mercenary anyway. Even though he knew the situation was dire, Harlow chuckled to himself as he ran, on some more primal level, the danger pleased him. The feeling of adrenaline, the rush of his blood in veins, it made Harlow feel alive. He could definitely agree with the people who claimed that they were never more alive than when they were close to death. It was a paradox that Harlow could understand wholly, it was times like these where he felt free, his trouble's washed away in favor of focusing on driving one foot in front of the other. His other side definitely reveled in the feeling of running, Harlow could understand that too, it was situations like this when the beast was so caught up with how much fun it was having to concentrate its strength on killing...

And it was times like this when Harlow thought he might just be able to make friends with that other side, to accept it, and that alone was what put him at peace...

The sensation was shortlived, however, as Harlow dared to look back, he could make out figures, dozens, running after him through the lightening woods, the shouts continued, and another sound came that made Harlow's heart sink, the metallic roar that could only be the noise of an engine running. Feth! Harlow was going to have to make all their escapes quick, he would rather try and throw the pursuers off his trail but he didn't have the time, space, or resources to do that. No, his only chance was to make it to the cabin before the goons and get them all out of there, maybe outrun them or at least head toward the city where they would be completely nuts to follow them. Well, they were already nuts to begin with so perhaps that wasn't too farfetched...

Harlow finally crested the ridge, panting from the effort, he couldn't stop to catch his breath but took a good look in the direction of the cabin, he could see that none of the loonies had made it there yet or appeared to be ahead of Harlow. With a glance over his shoulder to check the progress of the mobs whom he could still hear, Harlow leapt off the ridge and slid down the steep hill all the way to near the bottom and rolled to his feet, continuing his sprint back towards the shelter. Just as he made it back into the trees, a shot from the top of the ridge rang out and hit the branch next to Harlow's head. Harlow flinched and ducked, muttering curses as he continued, he wasn't about to be cowed by some crazy fethers with hard rounds, no, he'd seen too much more horrible gak to be intimidated by that. A single thought came into his head for one moment, just one because that was all Harlow allowed it to be in his mind for. Nonetheless, the one thought made Harlow shiver, its cold logic echoing in his mind, why not just turn and face them? Rip them all to shreds? He was certainly capable of doing it...

Harlow quashed the notion, besides, he was just a hundred yards from the cabin. As soon as he was in sight he saw Holly and Lisa outside the cabin, Lisa brandishing her shotgun. Good, he didn't have to wake them. As soon as Harlow was in audible range, Holly was waving to him and yelling.

"What the hell is going on? we heard gunshots!" She yelled.

"No time to explain, get in the van, we're leaving! He yelled back, racing past her, inside and grabbing his things quickly. As he shut the door back he was loading his revolvers up with regular rounds, no need in waiting good silver on these jokers.

"I'm not moving until I know what's going on, where were you?" Holly insisted, Lisa was already behind the wheel of the van starting it up. Harlow looked Holly dead in the eyes, anger written on his face, he put his hand on her shoulder.

"You hear that?" He said indicating the shots and yells. "All hell's broke loose, the civilians have all gone bonkers and their out for blood, our blood, if that's not a good enough reason to get you goin, I dunno what is!" Just as he finished talking a shot whizzed by both of them and Harlow ducked, pushing Holly towards the van.

"Go, get out of here I'll be right behind you!" He shouted as he took aim and shot down the gakhead who had shot him, more gunshots echoed through the woods in reply and Harlow dove, taking cover behind the porch. More men came out of the break in the woods, Harlow began to shoot indiscriminately at all of them but as the van pulled out onto the road, Harlow saw a really big problem, two trucks were headed towards them from further away down the road, both were packed with angry men and younger boys carrying rifles or shotguns. Harlow empties his revolvers into the pursuers coming at him from the woods, getting quite a few hits, his flurry of lead caused many of them to duck, giving him the chance to dive for his bike, which he mounted expertly and revved loudly. Shots whizzed over his head and men shouted, desperate not to let him get away. Pulling away from the cabin and hitting the gas, Harlow swerved his bike back and forth to avoid their fire. Despite his efforts, he received a few grazes and even solid hits from a few pellets of buckshot, he winced with each one but they were just scratches compared to some of the wounds he'd recovered from.

He was now behind the black van which Holly and Lisa were in, behind him, he could see the trucks closing in. He had barely time to reach back and pull out his double barrel from its place in his duffel bag before a man crouched in the back of one of the trucks was aiming at his back, Harlow half turned in his seat and put the shotgun level with the truck, the two fired at the same time. Harlow's hail of buckshot hit home but so did the man's rifle round, going through Harlow's waist with a meaty thump. Blood sprayed on the man's friends as the rifleman fell onto the road limply, but to the driver's credit, he kept going, seemingly not caring for his fellow man's death. Harlow snarled angrily, the beast in him was pissed at being stung so badly, Harlow brought the shotgun around again after having cringed from the rifle's shot, intending to put the second shot into the truck's tires..

Instead, his anger got the better of him and he put the round close range through the windshield, filling the truck's cabin with gore in a nasty splatter that made Harlow whoop as he watched the truck spin out from having no driver and flip on the road, spilling the men it was carrying all over the place and making the truck behind it skid to a halt. Harlow stowed away the shotgun and brought his bike up to the driver's side window of the van, at least the other two weren't hurt...

"You alright?" Lisa asked over the wind that passed between the two vehicles as they sped on.

Harlow felt his side where the bullet had gone in, already it was closing, though there was some blood. It was a rather strange feeling, having your internal organs regenerate after having been pulverized but it was something Harlow had gotten used to.

"Yeah, just peachy." He said flippantly.

"They're not following us anymore." Holly said, looking out her side window and back towards where they had come from. "You must have screwed them up pretty well."

"Don't mention it.." Harlow said, keeping his eyes on the road. The crested another hill and Harlow motioned for them to pull over so he could catch his breath and think of something for them to do now. As they stood around, Harlow leaned on the tree nearest to where he parked his bike and found a box of cigarettes in his bag, he took one out and gratefully breathed in some of the smoke, he wasn't a big smoker but after that he felt like he needed one...

"You gonna tell us what the hell that was back there?" Holly piped up rather miffed. Harlow shrugged and fastened his hat firmly onto his head.

"I went down there when I heard a lot of racket, the entire town was out to lynch anyone they thought was working for this Tommy Rawhead guy." Harlow said, giving his best guess.

"That guy must have fethed those people over good to make them go that crazy." Lisa piped up, still holding her shotgun at her hip.

"Yeah, I'll bet he did." Harlow confirmed, wincing from his wound that was still in the process of healing.

"You sure you're alright? That was a pretty nasty shot you took." Holly pestered.

"You saw that?" Harlow asked.

"I'm not blind." Holly retorted in her usual manner. Lisa turned and took a few steps up to the top of the hill where they had stopped.

"Why do you think they stopped chasing us, they could have caught us at that distance, I'm sure they had more than two trucks..." Holly asked, obviously curious. Harlow shrugged, not sure himself, puffing out a plume of smoke.

"I think I know why." Lisa called from where she was standing, on the crest of the hill looking down at the land below. Harlow and Holly gave each other a look and then rose to go see what Lisa was talking about. As they got there, they could see what Lisa was talking about...

At the bottom of the hill was an open glen upon which sat a sprawling estate which was bordered by high fences. Harlow took it in, looking at it for a few moments and taking in the gothic-ness of the massive building. Harlow whistled in mock amazement, despite his initial reaction, he wasn't very impressed.

"You really think those townies were scared of a mansion?" Holly asked, also looking at it.

"Or maybe whoever's in it?" Harlow suggested.

"Actually, I wasn't talking about the house...can you smell what I smell?" Lisa asked.

Harlow and Holly took a whiff at the same time and Harlow's lip curled in distaste.

"Wolves..." He said lowly. "Lots of em..."


(Dun dun dun........ )

... Her little one was near, closer now than she had been in many months...Lilith felt as though she could almost reach out and caress her thick red hair..almost taste her...and the...
" Gone" Lilith whispered..pausing.." No...not gone...merely hidden."The ancient chuckled lightly, her laughter like soft breaking glass " Ah, Nero...still up to your old tricks..." a look of disgust passed over the vampires face.
Lilith hung suspended in the early morning air, dawn was approaching and she knew she must find refuge from the sun soon..
" No matter" the ancient mused to herself..." I have you...and will not let you slip away again...when the sun sets on the morrow little one...we shall embrace once more."
Lilith smiled and softly glided along, carried easily by the light current of air.

Stiffening, she felt others stirring below...the echos of forces she knew..." Pontius" she whispered " Old...friend." her eyes narrowing " I shall look forward to seeing you once again as well.."
The sensations of a more powerful prescence swept over her..causing the ancient to gasp...her body trembling ...a look of ecstacy coupled with fear played over Lilith's face...
" Cain" she moaned..." My Love", tears of blood spilled over her pale cheeks..." You have returned .."

Moving as though intoxicated, the ancient vampire drifted...almost trance like...
Only the rays of the rising sun broke the spell, kissing her marble white flesh with a soft sting..
Blood tears still flowing, Lilith decended to the streets bellow...moving like a shadow through the filth covered ally ways..
As the sun rose higher, she slipped silently into an abandoned factory, and there amongst the refuse and rusted tools of the Humani ..the ancient one took refuge in a large iron crate.
Pulling the heavy lid back into place, Lilith wiped at the crimson tears as they continued to flow..." Tomorrow" she whispered as the sleep took her.." Tomorrow."

@ MDS...Expect Lilith to make an herself known soon...

@ Harlow...Good stuff my friend...looking forward to a follow up on you "Dun Du Dun" soon...

@ Everyone else....RP's please...my head is positively bursting with ideas for events...

I'm sorry FITZZ, and everyone, but its almost time for me to head off...

... just a goodbye present...

Have a good trip Kais...see you when you return.

Thanks, I'll see you guys in two weeks...

... hope you liked the song...

...Dez paused, his eyes fixing on Natasha..." What do you mean she who made me ?" he asked
Natasha sighed and seated herself at the table motioning that Carl be seated as well, for a moment he simply glared at Natasha but finally he took a seat near Dez.
" What I mean young wolf " Natasha began " Is she who blessed you with the bite...you may have been born with the gift of the wolf...but it was the bite that released it..."
Dez frowned, puzzled "..And you want me to find the wolf that bit me?...The one from Empire City?"
" Indeed I do.." Natasha purred " In fact...I insist." a dark smile spread over the Queens face.
" But ...how?" Dez stammered " She could be anywhere...probably back in America ...I don't.."
Natasha raised her hand " She is near...that much I know, and she has ...something I want...something very important to me...as to how...she sired you...blessed you with the bite...you above any wolf will be able to locate her."
Carl spoke from Dez's side, his voice filled with anger.." Neither one of us is going to help you Natasha...you can just forget about it."
The wolf Queen laughed, her eyes sparkling " He can either aid me in my search" she said softly "..Or he can die...here and now."

Several Guards drew pistols and aimed them at Dez as Natasha smiled " Your choice" she said with a tone of high mirth.
" Bitch.." Carl spat " I should expect this from a lunatic like you..."
Natasha's smile grew even broader " You just don't understand do you Carl.." she said, almost remorsefully " These Humans you care so much for...they are the true monsters...look at that body count they amass every day."
Carl sat silently ..
The Queen continued " No Lycan pack could even come close to the wholesale carnage the humans bestow upon each other" she said " And for what...to what ends..money? Power?..to steal the resources of their neighbors?" Natasha laughed.." Yet you think me a monster?"
Carl nodded " You are...an insane beast...blood thirsty and evil."
Natasha's eyes darkened " Your far to simple minded Carl...perhaps you've spent to much time amongst the humans to see them as they really are." she said " Greedy, self serving...and far more blood thirsty than I could ever aspire to be."
" So you would enslave them" Carl snarled " Make them your cattle?"
Natasha smiled " It is what they deserve.." she nodded " And with the prophecy fufilled the humans shall serve a greater order...a natural order."
Carls fist slammed down on the table " As your food!!..your slaves?"
Natasha smiled " At least they will know realitive peace...and those who die...will die for a reason..a..higher purpose."
Carl shook his head " You are absolutely mad.."

Dez raised his hand and spoke " I'll find the wolf your looking for.."
" You most certianly will not" Carl snapped..
" But" Dez went on.." I have a few conditions..."
Natasha smiled " Your in no posisition to bargin with me pup.." she said
" Perhaps not" Dez continued " But my first request would also benifit you.."
" How so?"Natasha said mildly intrigued
" I must be permitted to leave the mansion" Dez said " There is a gathering of Vampires I must observe...and if possiable...a Hunter I must kill"
" Vampires" Natasha said leaning forward..." What do you know of them?"
" I know enough" Dez replied "...And it seems as though your interested in what they may be planning...if I am permitted to go..I would return...with information for you."
Natasha frowned slightly
" Carl would stay here of course" Dez continued " To insure my return"

Natasha paused for a long moment and then spoke " Other than your ability to locate the one I seek..I care nothing for you pup.." she smiled " However...your proposal interest me...inteligence concerning the Vampires activity always is of interest to me..."
' So...do we have an agreement?" Dez asked, a slight smile spreading across his face.
Natasha nodded " Yes pup...I believe we do.."

“You hear that, no? It sounds like a train…” Musater was getting cautious, there was nothing out here except for that noise.

“There was only one thing I have ever seen that made a noise like that. It was nigh ln twelve hundred years ago, and it was during the time of legends. Vampyre and Lycan were at war, and I was at the front of a charge on a castle containing the infamous vampire, Zakeal. The noise was there as well, and after we stormed the gates, everyone inside was killed, their heads missing from their bodies. All but the man we were seeking. He was in one piece, though his skin was cut from his flesh, as if he was an animal, being skinned.” Longar was musing of the old days, as he always was.

“That’s great and all, but what is it?” Musater implored.

“It’s Cernunnos, of course.” Said Longar, dryly.

“CERNUNNOS? WHAT?” Musater exploded into a flurry of questions; all were answered with a deft slap from Longar.

“Hush, child. The less you know, the better.” Longar began to draw something into the dirt. It looked like the head of the wolf, the jaws open and snarling.

“Err… Longar, what is that?”

“That’s to make sure we don’t end up like Zakeal. Ha!” Longar walked into the wolf’s eye, and changed. He began to mention for Musater to do the same, which he did.

The sound became closer, and eventually, a small golden flash glinted in the distance. Before Musater could ask what it was, a Massive Chariot, being driven by a team of wolves, began to circle the wolf drawing. The train of snarling hounds came to a stop as a man stepped off the chariot. He was taller than any human, taller than Longar even, standing at 16, maybe 17 feet tall. His handsome chiseled face was scarred with the wounds of a lifetime that began at the Great Howl, or the Big Bang. Oh his belt, made from the skins of hundreds of fallen foes, was a claymore, maybe 10 feet long, caked in blood and gristle.

“You clever bastard. I knew I would find you one of these days, Longar.” The ancient voice boomed in the pair’s ears, the syllables each like a thunderclap.

“Cernunnos, it’s been to long. How’s the hunt for Rawhead?” Longar asked, teeth forming a smile.

The God began to laugh. “He is trivial compared to what you’re facing. I came across the fight you had back there. Expertly butchering your foes, I see. Now, I did smell a Rahl back there. Killling in the name of your good friend, eh?”

“No, actually. The current Queen is a Rahl.” Musater stated bluntly.

The smile left Cernunnos’ face. “A Rahl. The queen. Is a Rahl. I will not stand for this worm in the court that belongs to MY decendants. Come, you stupid bastards. I need a new loincloth anyway.”

OOC: Andy and company are waiting in the woods for the Crooked House right about now, so that's a lot of waiting to be done.

halonachos wrote:OOC: Andy and company are waiting in the woods for the Crooked House right about now, so that's a lot of waiting to be done.

Maybe we can play some bridge, to pass the time?

sillyboy wrote:

halonachos wrote:OOC: Andy and company are waiting in the woods for the Crooked House right about now, so that's a lot of waiting to be done.

Maybe we can play some bridge, to pass the time?

Have PMed Mordo...hopefully Pontius and the crooked house will make an appearance soon...

"So, we have some time to spend." Andy said as he finished with the last deadman's trigger. The sun was rising and soon the fire wouldn't be needed, but it served as a piece of entertainment. Throwing orange rinds and other assorted fruits into the fire was entertaining for a bit, they burned interestingly enough.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Ace asked.

"Oliver said that the house would appear after midnight. I would say more than a couple of hours." Andy sighed.

"Why can't we go back into the city for awhile then, to waste some time?" Joker asked.

"We still have some plans to work out." Andy said as he looked over his sword and pulled out a whet stone as he began to sharpen the sword. "I'm sure that in his own house Pontius has all sorts of traps and surprises in store for us."

"So what do you think?" Vegas was intent on hearing what Andy had in mind.

"I say we take these crates in with us." Andy pointed towards the UV grenades, "Just to let them know that they shouldn't feth with us. We walk in with our heads held high, weapons out, and overall just try to look intimidating."

"You want us to try to scare a house filled with vampires and other nasty ghoulies?" Vegas chuckled.

"You bet, and we can with these grenades. They hurt them and they don't hurt us so we can just toss them wherever we please." Andy smiled, "All of the other ghoulies will feast on lead or silver, it all depends on how we're feeling."

"Then there's the wooden bullets." Vegas added, "Those'll do something."

"We're more than they can handle," Andy nodded, "even though its just five hunters and a golem we're more than a match for them."

"Now don't get too cocky Andy." Sven added, "I'm sure that there's more than just physical threats."

"I've got a lucky little talisman here," Andy raised the silver necklace from under his clothes, "so I'm good to go, Vegas is a wolf and that should help her out, and for the rest of you guys I'm sure Sven can do something. Then there's the fact that Vegas is also a witch hunter, she does this kind of stuff easily."

"What's with the sudden boost of confidence?" Joker asked.

"I don't know, I just feel good about this whole thing. I'll get my wife back, get Smalls who's a traitor, and maybe take out a few vamps while we're at it." Andy continued to smile, "Think about it, we're like the vampire hunter A-Team here."

"So what do we do until then?" Vegas asked.

"What about poker or something?" Andy suggested, "We can use grenades for chips."

"I think we should save the grenades for the vamps, but poker does sound interesting." Ace added.

"Let's just play something, no stories, just jokes and cards." Andy said as he happily looked in the truck for some cards, "It's smooth sailing until the house gets here so let's have some fun first."

Murdock approves.

Post in a sec....

1 mississippi...

The night air seemed to shudder in disgust and revulsion, the sounds of the forest fell silent, their tongues stilled in primal terror. The clearing where the hunters sat began to distort, buckling and warping, bubbling like burning meat as a ghastly shape began to materialize. Strange inhuman mouthes vomited awful, black prayers to forbidden gods, calling forth a structure composed of the shuddering death screams of Humanity. The chant rose in pitch, and shadowy figures could be seen murdering one another in the darkness, offering their blood as tribute. The chant reached it's terrible pitch, the hunters closing their ears in an attempt to drown out the nightmarish song. Sven dropped to his knees, uttering a soul-rending wail as his mind was assaulted by dark fey things that drank deep of his rich mind. Blood pored from his eyes, as well as a foul black ichor from which his eyes bobbed. He screamed, and he continued screaming as the Crooked House appeared. The House was terrible to behold, a twisted building that was not a building with warped and unnatural angles that gibbered cruelly at the mind. The mortals could not fully perceive the Crooked House, which seemed to mock them with its wrongness. A spiked fence of black iron ringed the structure, the wicked gate already open with welcome malice. Sven desperately clawed at his face, searching for his lost occuli, finding nothing but pain. Andy had taken no notice, and stood grimly before the House of his destiny. As the other hunter helped Sven to his feet, and attempted to calm him, Andy stepped into the threshold and past the gate. His feet were leaden, yet guided with purpose. He briefly eyed the yellow candles with their human wax and corpsefire glow, ignoring them as he reached the carven door. Raising his fist, he knocked three times, then waited amidst the silence and the tortured screams of the Djinn. The door swung inwards, and he entered, the rest of the hunters fast behind him. They found themselves in a grand foyer, a great chandelier casting a ruddy glow on the elegant red and gold carpet. Twisting like a diseased spinal column, a double staircase led up deeper into the house. The door opened, and a thin man dressed in ornate robes embroidered with horrific scenes of depraved sadism, descended the stairs, a smug look of triumph etched upon his face. Two red-clad giants trailed behind him, wicked iron sabers clutched in massive hands, their colorless eyes gleaming with predatory intent. The vampire paused on the final step, speaking slowly and richly, taking delight in the cruelty of their intent.

"Welcome, Humanii, to the Crooked House. I smell the taint of the Lupine among you, this will not be permitted." Motioning to the huge Kindred, the Opriknikki leapt at the surprised Vegas, lashing a silver chain over her before she could react. The hunters raised their weapons in defense of their comrades, their intent clear. Pontius cocked an eyebrow; "You would take up arms against your host? No, I think not." Several shadows detached themselves from the gloom, skeletal claws bared in anticipation.

Joker motioned angrily to Sven, "What the feth do you do him, parasite!"

"I? Nothing. The spirits of this place have always hungered for white magick, and your sorcerer proved quite sumptuous. But, it would reflect poorly upon myself as a host if I allowed him to languish further. First, however, I require that you relinquish your weapons. All of them."

Reluctantly, the hunters dropped their weapons, tossing them in a great pile before the shadowy figures, who drew them up and retreated back into the blackness. The Opriknikki dragged the cursing Vegas into a pit that opened like hungry maw from the elegant carpet, the Russian Kindred laughing as they descended with their charge. Andy was livid, shouting;
"Where the hell are you taking her? This wasn't part of the deal!"

Pontius smiled, waving his hand, a gesture that caused Sven to stumble as his sight returned and his mind cleared, the eaten formulae and incantations returning in an instant. "Brining weapons and a lycan were not part of the deal either, the golem must go as well. As for your monstrous friend, she has been taken to dwell with Oliver's 'pet', I will return her when we are concluded. Now, the Second Task...."

Dude. That is one way to disarm someone.

ghosty wrote:Dude. That is one way to disarm someone.

True, hope Andy and the Hunters had a "back up" plan...

Nonetheless...I clearly see an event in the very near future..one in which I believe I'll be throwing a few surprise curve balls.

"The second task will have to wait Pontius." Andy said as he crossed his arms behind his back, "We have some terms to discuss after the last phone call I received."

"I set the terms and seeing as though I have your loved ones you should abide by them." Pontius retorted.

"Sure, but the original deal was for my wife to return to me unharmed along with my child in the same condition. Smalls was also to be delivered to me bound, yet I have seen nothing of them. I come to this house where you disarm us, take away one of us, almost maim another, and then say that we are breaking the deal. Oliver told me that my wife and child would be given to me seperately, how is that possible without harm I ask you? Oliver also said nothing about Smalls being delivered to me, I am beginning to doubt that you have any interest in actually carrying out this deal seeing as though you have already poised a knife at my back."

"So what do you want then, your loved ones right now?" Pontius sneered.

"I want to see them first, and I want a guarantee that Vegas will be returned to me unharmed as well as everyone in this group. Not to mention the weapons, they are very valuable and I would hate to replace them. Even though you are removing our weapons, unfortunately there are certain measures we have taken to keep us safe. We have grenades with deadman's switches on them hooked to a pulse monitor on everyone's arm. If there's no pulse they go off so for your safety I wouldn't try removing them."

"For your own safety, or for a weapon?" Pontius stared Andy in the face.

"I assure you Ponti, they're merely there to keep honest vamps honest."

(And finally....)

"No doubt about it, that's it." Holly said to Harlow who was crouched next to here with his binoculars fixed on the mansion below them. With the glasses, he could see in very clear detail all of the happenings of the courtyards around the estate.

"So that's the lair of the Queen eh?" He said through clenched teeth.

The three had made their way a few yards down the side of the hill to get a better vantage point on what they had found, Harlow made sure they didn't advance any further than this, so far, they were downwind which meant that they could smell the lycan guards around the estate but they couldn't smell the three...

yet...

Harlow knew they didn't have long, they needed to get out of here.

"How can we be sure unless we actually see her?" He asked.

"Trust me, if there's that many wolves in one place, its gotta be Natasha's goons, you'll never find her without a sea of her cronies around her for protection." Holly replied in her usual manner.

"I'm sure Ryan will be happy to hear about this." Lisa piped in.

"Speaking of which, he's been gone for way too long and I don't like that." Harlow retorted, his eyes fixed to the scope, watching as the guards below patrolled the estate grounds.

"Your not the only one." Holly replied.

"I think its time we went looking for him, we need to tell him what we've found." Lisa interjected.

"Agreed." Harlow affirmed, putting away his binoculars and turning to head back up to the vehicles. "Come one, we need to get out of here before the wind changes.

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The two wolves stalked through the woods, using all their skill to keep silent and unseen.

"Come on, there's nothing out here, I can't believe you brought me out here to chase ghosts." One of the lycans whispered to the one in front of him.

"I'm telling you, I smelled something and we're not leaving until we either lose the scent or find whoever's out here!" The other one growled, not bothering to look back to his companion.

The two wolves made their way up the hill and turned towards the scent. Soon they were both on alert.

"Its getting stronger." The lead one said.

"I know." said the other, now convinced that his comrade was right., they soon came to the edge of a clearing on the hill and the lead wolf motioned for his friend to stop.

"What is it?" the other asked. There were tense moments that fell in between them with silence. Finally, the lead wolf pointed at something in the distance, just a dozen yards away, beyond the trees, were three figures walking up the hill.

"Looks like we have company, come on, we're heading them off." The lead wolf replied.

As the two headed out, the leader paused for a half a second to give his subordinate another instruction.

"Alert the others, we may end up needing back up."

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Harlow had a lot of things going through his mind at the moment. How they were actually going to find Ryan again was one of them. Perhaps they could---

Harlow halted in his tracks, behind him, the sound of something walking, definitely not animal, towards them. Harlow took a good whiff........Feth! Wolves!

"Down!" Harlow yelled throwing himself to the ground as weapons fire whizzed past them from an unseen source. The three all took cover behind whatever they could find close by. Harlow already had his pistols out, it was a spurt of automatic fire so Harlow assumed the attackers were using short ranged weapons. He peeked out of his cover to get a look, there, a few yards away, two figures aimed weapons at them. Bullets hit the trunk Harlow was hiding behind and made him duck back behind it. Harlow looked for Holly and Lisa. Holly was right next to him, a few feet away, behind a thistle that surrounded a big stump. Lisa was further away, also behind a tree, taking a shot with her weapon which caused the attackers to hit the deck, at such close range, it would be hard to miss with a shotgun. Harlow's eyes met those of Holly's.

"Go! Get out of here!"

"What!?" Holly asked him as if he was crazy.

"You two have got to get out of here, there'll be more coming, I'll hold em off, you two take the van and my bike, get on the road and get back into the city, find Ryan, tell him whats going on." Harlow said and then peeked around his cover and put a silver round at the attackers.

"Are you nuts?" Holly asked.

"Just a little." Harlow admitted with a chuckle that faded as more bullets kicked up the dirt around him.

"Go before its too late, don't slow down and don't look back!"

Lisa was already headed back up the hill, taking another shot over her shoulder for good measure. Holly had taken her first two steps away from Harlow when she half turned back to him.

"Why?" She asked simply, confusion on her face.

"Because Ryan asked me to keep you two safe, now go!" Harlow yelled, as he did so he ran out of cover to another tree and shot up the attacker's hiding spot with his pistols. Holly and Lisa were sprinting back up the hill and below them, the two wolves were struggling to hit the intruders who were more heavily armed than they had thought.

"Go! Make sure they don't get away, we can't let them escape!" The leader said from his spot. "I'll cover you!"

Harlow saw one of the figures begin to sprint after Holly and Lisa, he wasn't having that.

"Oh no you don't you big ugly feth." He snarled to himself. He had already holstered his pistols and was closing the breach of his shotgun after he had loaded it with silver buckshot. He barely needed to aim the thing, he just pointed it at the wolf and fired. There was a howl of pain and the wolf went over on its side, Harlow didn't know if it was dead but at least he had stopped it from getting to the other two. In reward, a bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a painful, burning mark across its trajectory, Harlow roared and switched his aim up to the wolf who had shot him. He had already hit the dirt, but Harlow didn't care, he unloaded the round anyway. As he ducked back into cover and opened the shotgun's breach, he willed Holly and Lisa to go faster...

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"Come on!" Lisa said, jumping into the driver's seat of the van.

"Help me with this!" Holy called, grabbing Harlow's bike handles and raising the kickstand to try and haul it backwards.

"We don't have time!" Lisa persisted.

"We will if you help me!" Holly bit back. Lisa immediately jumped out of the van and together, the two hauled the bike into the rear of the van, secured it, and slammed the doors shut. With that done, the two got in and got back onto the road, pushing the van faster and faster.

"Hold on." Lisa said. "This might get bumpy."

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Harlow cursed loudly, he cursed Natasha and her thugs, he cursed Ryan, he cursed Lisa and Holly, and most importantly, he cursed himself for having gotten into this mess. Bullets whizzed by his cover as he struggled to pull his rifle out of his bag and made sure it was loaded. More thugs had come up the hill and supported the remaining wolf who Harlow had traded shots with. Harlow couldn't peek out of his cover anymore for fear of getting shot. He just barely got an eye around the corner of the trunk he was hiding behind before he had to duck back.

"Feth me...." He moaned, the wolves were advancing on him and there was still no sign of---

His thoughts were stopped as a black van sped past him on the road toward the city. Shots rang out and bullets pelted it on the side but the van held its path on the road. Soon, it faded out of sight around a bend of trees. Well that was one good thing, the other two had gotten away. The thought snapped Harlow back into the fight, the other wolves watched the van pass them and a few looked like they were about to give chase. Harlow wasn't having any of that.

"Hey gak faces! Remember me?" Harlow shouted to his adversaries and took aim, he pulled the trigger, felling one who was close to him, he didn't get another shot off though, as bullets whizzed by him in return and one went by his leg painfully, he staggered and dropped his rifle, falling to the ground. Now the wolves attention was solely on him, good...

Harlow crawled for his rifle but as he reached out to grab it, he knew he would be too late, he could tell by the footsteps around him that he was done. A booted foot came down on his hand and Harlow winced.

"Make a move and I'll gut you where you lay." The offending wolf snarled, aiming his weapon in Harlow's face. Harlow growled right back at him, not cowed by certain death.

"Do your worst." Harlow growled. The other wolves who were now around him, chuckled.

"Oh don't worry, I will. On your knees, hands behind your head." The wolf commanded, Harlow did as he was told, not really seeing much of a choice and not feeling ready to die. The wolf looked back down the road where the van had disappeared.

"Friends of yours? Apparently not, they left you here to die." The wolf mocked. Harlow sighed.

"You gonna sit there and waggle your pisser around some more or are you gonna kill me?" He shot back in an equally mocking tone. The wolf laughed.

"A feisty one we have here. We'll see how defiant you are after we cut out that tongue of yours." he said turning to Harlow.

"Fething bite me." Harlow responded.

"Oh but my friend, it seems someone took care of that for me." The wolf responded and hooked Harlow across the temple with a furious punch, knocking him out.

"Shackle him and lets go, the queen will want to know of our catch." The wolf said, turning back towards the estate.


(Hope I didn't overstep any boundaries with that one.

Ghosty, did ya a favor and gave you your NPCs back, your welcome...

Fitzz....take it away...)

Ha...nicely done Warork, I'll do a write up concerning Harlow's "introduction" to the Queen a bit later...along with another write up I have to take care of...

Again, really like what you've done Warork...fits my plans nicely.

"You are bluffing, to spare the lives of the kine. Who are you to make demands? You are in the Crooked House, fool. Do not think to threaten me. I will allow you to see your son only, after you enter the Marl Pit and speak with Tommy Rawhead. I have not played you false, it would be a considerable waste of effort and resources to lure you here to kill you when I or any other vampire in Prague could take you in your sleep. The lupine bitch will be returned only after you complete the final task, then Smalls and Wendy shall be yours. As for the weapons, I'll see that they are destroyed. It would be idiotic to allow you to retain them so you can turn on me after you have your wife. Now go, I have better things to attend to. Remember, Bruss, I am watching." The vampire vanished in a haze of sanguine mist which seeped into the floor. The door at the top of the stairs opened once again, and a squealing thump echoed as a horrid, cadaverous, sickly green ghoul wheeled itself down the stairs in a cart many times too small for it's form, it's overlong arms dragging itself along. It smiled with rotten teeth at the hunters, and held Andy's hand. "See Tommy, to the Marl Pit go, yes!"

FITZZ wrote: Ha...nicely done Warork, I'll do a write up concerning Harlow's "introduction" to the Queen a bit later...along with another write up I have to take care of...

Again, really like what you've done Warork...fits my plans nicely.

I actually had quite a time trying to rack my brain as to how to handle this one, it wasn't so much as trying to figure out the result as trying to figure out the method, the thing is, I knew Harlow wouldn't go in there willingly, hence the fight scene....

That took a lot out of me...whew, time to grab some tacos...

...A quick note concerning the Hunters weapons...

Though Pontius did in fact get the majority of them, the Hunters did manage to hold on to a few select "small arms", and are indeed wired as Andy indicated..

Also, since no Vampire or vampire servant could ever lay hands upon the Wrath of Ra ( nor detected it while sheathed) Andy retains it ( hidden under his clothing)..

Just wanted to clear all that up in case it comes up later.

WARORK93 wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Ha...nicely done Warork, I'll do a write up concerning Harlow's "introduction" to the Queen a bit later...along with another write up I have to take care of...

Again, really like what you've done Warork...fits my plans nicely.

I actually had quite a time trying to rack my brain as to how to handle this one, it wasn't so much as trying to figure out the result as trying to figure out the method, the thing is, I knew Harlow wouldn't go in there willingly, hence the fight scene....

That took a lot out of me...whew, time to grab some tacos...

You did a great job Warork...enjoy your tacos.

OOC: I actually have no way to describe the Marl Pit so I'll do my best. I made a nice dinner of Pot Roast, twice baked potatoes, and gravy made from the pot roast juice. Best gravy ever in my opinion.

BIC:

Andy looked at the foul creature and then turned to his friends, "All of you just wait here for now. I'll go in there alone and if I don't come back well... I think you know what happened if I don't come back."

With that Andy left the group behind; Sven, Ace, Joker, and the golem waited at the door hoping Andy would return.

.............

Andy kept his head up, looking about cautiously at every nook and cranny the house could possibly have. The cart under the thing squeeked as it rolled along, Andy had expected something moderately pleasant looking but he also had expected Pontius to look like Nosferatu. So far he had been more than disappointed but he was alive for now and would soon be reunited.

"Through here." the thing said as it opened a final door.

As the door opened the smell of death and decay assaulted Andy's nostrils, he kept a stern face as he entered the Marl Pits. Andy willed himself against the odors, trying to prevent any sign of weakness from showing. He walked through the flesh and bone lined corridors until he came to a fork, remembering what he had been told Andy took a left at the corridor. The Marl Pit reminded Andy of the depictions of hell he had seen in his catholic school books, the good ol' nuns made sure to scare the living hell out the students and Andy began to wonder if maybe it was just training for hunting the vampires, werewolves, and other assorted things that went bump in the night. So far it had been clear of any signs of doublecrossing, maybe that was Pontius's plan, to torture him by making him think he would double cross him. His hand rested on the hilt of the sword to his left, the vampires couldn't touch the weapon so he had managed to keep it with him. The odor grew worse as he came to an antechamber. Piles of bone and flesh lay near what looked like a workbench and the still statues of people filled the room. Andy examined one closely and saw that it was made out of human flesh, the thought of whatever sick creature made them holding his wife and child hostage sickened him but he didn't show it. He planned to stay cool, to look like he was in control. A noise akin to sloshing water began to enter the room and Andy stood in the room waiting, keeping his composure.

"Tommy Rawhead?" Andy asked aloud as he stood in the room, "I believe you have something of mine."

Edited: Gave Mordo a little less work to do.


OOC: Okay, Mordo, back to you.

... Natasha had granted Dez his leave, on the condition that he be accompanied by Talbot and some guards.
Dez had considered protesting, but knew it would only cause Natasha to become suspicious of his motivations for seeking out the Vampires...he simply nodded and agreed.

Talbot and to huge Grubrah named V'rar and Ramos escorted Dez out from the mansion and out to a waiting BMW..
" Where to?" Talbot said, slipping behind the wheel of the vehicle and starting the engine..
Dez frowned for a moment, staring at the smiling wolf behind the wheel " Just drive...I'll guide us when we reach the open road."
Talbot nodded, his smile never fading as the powerful car moved silently up the long driveway..

As the BMW moved onto the paved road, it passed a black van followed by a lone rider atop a motorcycle..
" Odd" Talbot said eyeing the motorcycle rider " Perhaps we should question them.."
Dez sighed " People do travel along roadways you know...besides..your Queen has enough Guards to repel a small army..are you really concerned about some raggedy biker?"
" No...I suppose not." Talbot laughed speeding up..." You get you scent yet?"
Dez paused for a moment and nodded " East...drive East."

Later, crouched in darkness, the four wolves watched as the crooked house materielized ...several Humans, one screaming, entered the structure.
" Hunters?" Talbot asked, his voice taking on a slight tremble at the sight of the horrid dwelling ..
" Yes.." Dez muttered, his eyes locked on the house.." They're Hunters.."
" Why would the simply walk into such a place?" Talbot marveled " Are they mad..or simply suicidal?"
" It is an abomination .." V'Rar growled from where he crouched " Such a place ...it..it should not be."
" Aye" Ramos agreed " A place of the undead...vile and unspeakable."
Talbot nodded " Surely a structure our Queen should be made aware off...I sense dozens..perhaps more of their wreched kind in there."
" That's not all that's in there" Dez said flatly
" What do you mean?" Talbot whispered " I sense only Vampires...and their pathetic servants.." The wolf froze.
" Great Evil" V'Rar snarled...it is everywhere..
"..And" Ramos finished " One of our kind is in there as well..."
Dez stared at the Grubrah and nodded " Yes...yes she is.."

Ok, a bit tiered , but will get the "Harlow" write up in shortly...just need a bit to " flesh it out"...stay tuned.

...Natasha watched as the young wolf and Talbot exited the dinning room then turned to a fuming Carl...
Slowly she stood from her chair and with a sensual grace ,approached the man.
" What do you want Natasha?" Carl said , his eyes locking on hers.
" I would think you'd have figured that out by now Carl" Natasha said, her nails stroking the bound mans face " The Prophecy states that from the mixing of two Pure Bloods...the Great wolf shall arise."Natasha purred.
Carl stared with absolute disgust " Your crazier than I thought...there is no way I'll.."
" Oh..but you will Carl" Natasha whispered, her lips scant inches from the mans ear " You will...or believe me...your son will die screaming...his guts around his neck."
" Bitch!" Carl spat..." I swear...if you hurt him..I'll.."
" Then don't make me hurt him Carl" Natasha said flatly " Don't make things difficult...simply do as I tell you to do."

Brahg spoke from across the room " Your Majesty ...our perimeter Guards report shots fired..a lone gunman has been taken.."
" What?!" Natasha exclaimed turning towards Brahg "..Who would dare...is it a Hunter..?"
" No your Majesty" Brahg said " A Lycan...the same American Nrahja who escaped our trackers at the Hotel.."
Natasha froze for a moment, then began barking orders..." Ivan...Take Carl to his chambers...heavy Guard..do not take your eyes off him" she whirled to Brahg " Have the Guards bring the American to a holding area..NOW!"
" Yes my Queen!!" the wolves echoed rushing to obey.

Harlow was lead by a group of wolves to a small room...little inside save a cot, sink and toliet and a small table.
He was unceromoniously shoved inside by a large grinning wolf " Enjoy your room Nrahja filth" he snarled.
" You bark loud" Harlow snarled in return.." How's your bite?"
" No need for that" came a soft soothing voice..
Harlow stared towards the door as one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever laid eyes on appeared..in her hand she held his revolvers..
Harlow swallowed hard, dazzled by the she-wolfs beauty ..." I suppose your the Queen...Natasha?" he said
The woman smiled " Indeed I am...and you are?"
" Harlow" the man replied.." Names Harlow.."
" Well Harlow.." Natasha said leaning against the wall and crossing her long muscular legs " I'm curious as to why you would want to shoot at my servants?"
Harlow said nothing..
" I'm also very curious as to how these came to be in your possesion" Natasha said raising one of the engraved pistols " As the last time I saw them was about two hundred years ago...when they were used against me and my pack"
Natasha's eyes darkened, her gaze fixed on Harlow...the man sighed...it was going to be a long night.

Ok Warork...you can take the conversation from there...any questions just PM me.

The brackish water stirred as a thing of nightmare crawled from the fetid liquid. It's massive ossified from dripping with water and Vitae. It's yellowed bones were lashed together to form a horrific daemon of the Old World, taloned hands nearly scraping the floor. Within it's equine skull sat two too human eyes that seemed to glitter with giddy delight. It stepped fully from the pool, towering over Andy, it's fetid blood dripping onto the hunter. It's voice was filled with wicked joy as it spoke. "I know you, little Andrew Bruss, always getting in trouble... I wanted to suck your tender flesh from your bones, to build a sculpture to honor the murder, the feast. But I was forbidden by the Sanguinator. He said you belonged to another. I obeyed, even cared for your child despite the urge to devour it. Your spawn is there." It pointed a crooked finger to a cradle made of rotted meat and jagged bone in the corner of the Pit, the child within untouched. Andy raced to the 'cradle', snatching the boy into his arms, tears poring down his face as he embraced his son. Andy felt Tommy move behind him, looming over the hunter while dripping malick drool and gore upon the pair. "If the child goes.... you must take his place. I am oh so hungry....." The daemon advanced, claws raised high about to strike.

"If you wish to have your life extinguished as well then I would welcome a challenge." Andy said as he replaced the child in the cradle, "However, I have made a deal to get both back with someone in higher power than you I guess."

Andy looked at the creature as it lowered its claws, "Besides you wouldn't want to forfeit the deal by attacking me would you, I don't think so. I will get my child back in due time rest assured, but first I will have to deal with your master."

"Either your child or you." Rawhead urged on, the sick leaking from its mouth.

"You will get neither if the deal is to be made, I warn you that if the deal is not kept certain events will occur," Andy raised his shirt slightly to show off the UV grenade attached to him, "that will enlighten your masters."

The creature ducked back, seemingly afraid of the weapon. "Yes, all of the hunters have these attached to them and each one will do damage to one of your masters. Now they are merely for defense purposes now, but should the need arise we can simply, pull, them off..." Andy threatened Rawhead with his own but stopped before setting off the grenade, "but I'm sure the others will be pleased to know that Pontius was the one who let us in with these and that you were the cause for them going off. Imagine that, maybe ten or so vampires dead at the hands of hunters with these grenades attached to them. We all get killed, but someone has to be blamed for it and there will be hell to pay, oh I can guarantee that there will be hell to pay. Just ask Pontius about a vampire known as Longinius, who did something that hurt Pontius's efforts, you can't ask Longinius because he's dead. So if you do something it will be either you or Pontius who dies for it, I would bet that Pontius would throw you under the bus faster than you could say 'It wasn't me' Tommy."

"I will keep the child." Rawhead said angrily.

"I think that I'll take him to see Pontius, you can go eat some one else's kid or you can eat Smalls when I get him. But for now I'll take the baby with me, if you try to stop me Pontius will die. Maybe not by my hands but by the hands of the other vampires who will not be pleased with his actions." Andy picked up the baby again and walked backwards through the Marl Pit, threatening Tommy with the grenade as he did.

Harlow sat in a chair, an uncomfortable one, coupled by the fact that his hands were shackled with silver behind the chair's back, it made the seat quite uncomfortable. He couldn't say the same for what he was looking at, he couldn't lie to himself, Natasha wasn't half bad looking, not at all the demonized picture of an old hag he'd conjured up when hearing or about this Lycan queen. She sat on a chair, opposite of him, with her arms and legs crossed. Next to her, on the table, sat Harlow's things, his weapons were lined up neatly as if on display and the contents of his bag had been piled on the table for the queen to see. She sat there for a moment, gazing at all of, leaving Harlow to wonder what she was thinking.

"My my, what a collection." She said lightly.

"Why thank you." Said Harlow, playing along. "But really, just pieces I've gathered from travels and the like." He said, trying to sound aristocratic.

Natasha's hand came to Harlow's pistols, she picked up one and deftly rolled out the cylinder, expecting its load with eyes that bore no surprise. Harlow had to say, he didn't figure the queen for much of a weapons expert, but she seemed to know what she was doing. With a flick of her wrist, the cylinder went back into place and she stood with it in her hand. Harlow sat back in his chair, whatever she was planning next, Harlow knew he might as well enjoy it, he was already screwed. She sauntered over towards him slowly, intentionally, letting Harlow take in her features.

"But this is by far the most impressive piece." She stated with a hint of forced wonder.

"Oh it is." Harlow insisted, doing his best to look awestruck and sound plaintive. "Would you like to hear how I got it?"

Natasha continued her swagger until she was standing behind Harlow, her fingers traced his shoulder and her face came low to his sitting position, the two almost touching. Natasha looked right into the eyes of Harlow, an enchanting smile on her lips as shed held the pistol in front of Harlow and put a hand on his shoulder. Harlow tried his best not to laugh and keep up the act of infatuation, he managed to smile back at her.

"I would very much like to hear that story Harlow." came her voice, velvety and smooth to his ears.

"Are you gonna keep spinning around me like a three dollar hooker or are you gonna ask me any questions?" Harlow mocked, the smile still set on his face. He loved it, loved making her think she was playing with him when in fact it was the other way around. Natasha's smile immediately vanished and she stood up and crossed back over to the other side of the room with a disgusted look on her face, muttering something about Nrajah filth under her breath.

"You know, cause I'm alright with it either way." Harlow continued, as if he was dissapointed by her sudden departure from his immediate vicinity. "I just figured someone so mighty as yourself had something better to do than to show off to someone you think is so far beneath you." Harlow said leaning back and taking in the angry look on Natasha's face, now he was mocking her, like a younger sibling, it must have gotten under her skin so much , Harlow saw that and smiled.

"Lets cut the gak then, Harlow, I'm going to ask you questions and you are going to answer them. Truthfully I might add, if you even think about lying to me do not think I will hesitate to have you cut up and fed to my men."

Now they were getting somewhere. Well, at least Harlow could take her seriously now, he was afraid he was going to burst out laughing for a moment.

"Alright then, I guess I can behave myself for a time, ask away your majesty." He responded, that lopsided smile still on his face.

"These pistols were used by a hunter to slaughter my pack nearly a hundred and fifty years ago, I want to know how you came into the possession of them." Natasha came back in a tone which indicated she was accustom to being answered immediately.

Harlow's smile instantly faded and was replaced with a haunted look witch Natasha took note of.

"You should know, your wolves were hunting him weren't you?"

"My patience wears thin Harlow, answer my question."

"Cody Whitlow, the man you were after, was an outlaw in Texas all those years back..." Harlow began, taking on a frustrated tone at having to retell the tale. "He was also a hunter but I didn't know that at the time. He left one pistol with me and I assume he left the other where he killed your wolves. He was always an arrogant son of a bitch, leaving calling cards like that, only this time it was different."

"How so?"

"I was hunting him down, we ambushed him and his men in the woods but it turns out he had given us the slip right before we closed the net. That's when your wolves attacked. We were both looking for the same man, but since I had the other pistol, your wolves were convinced I was him."

There was a pause amongst the two as Harlow trembled from fury at what he was about to say next.

"And that big bastard barreled me over that cliff, oh, I killed him but not before he kissed me goodbye!"

"That was you?" Natasha said confusedly. "I was sure--"

"That I was Whitlow. Yeah, I'm sure you had it all figured out, you watched that monster take me down, you didn't care did you?"

Natasha's lip curled in disgust. "Watch your tone, Nrajah, you will learn very quickly that I do not make idle threats. Now, we have established that Whitlow did not die that day, do you know what happened to him?"

"Do I know? Of course I do, it was three days from the full moon, and I was out for his blood after I got my senses back, that bastard let me take the fall for him."

"You killed him?" Natasha asked, desperately wanting to know.

Harlow calmed down at this point, retelling this part with cold efficiency.

"I was seeing red, back then I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me, I tracked him down to Amarillo, cattle town, lots of people, right there in town square, under the moon, I ate his fethin heart out of his chest while it was still beating ." Harlow finished with his head bowed, he shook it pitifully.

"So many people dead because of me..." He whispered to himself.

While Harlow was busy looking at the floor, Natasha watched him, a smile spreading across her lips. It was satisfying to know that the hunter who had done that horrible act to her kind so long ago was now dead, and furthermore, in a way, an indirect way, she had brought about his demise. She had ordered the attack after all, in that way, she had a hand in Whitlow's death and she also had a hand in what Harlow had become, in that same way, she had a hand in birthing his beast.

"Oh Harlow..." She said in a sympathetic tone. "There's nothing wrong with you."

Harlow lifted his head up, irritated. "Oh yeah, there's nothing wrong with me, I just turn into a fething circus sideshow every month and eat people while they sleep, nothing wrong there." He said sarcastically.

"In my experience that is something to be thankful for and not miserable over. You and I, we have powers that mortal men cannot fathom, we can run faster, we can see farther, we have a power over lesser people that we can control and that they fear, that is why we are talked about around campfires and at children's bedsides. We scare humans, beings who fear what they cannot understand, like simple animals."

"All I wanted was to be a man of my time..." Harlow said, shaking his head slowly. "Now I'm the animal."

Natasha regarded Harlow for a moment. "In time, you may come to understand better your gifts, but now, we have other business." Her attention came to the one window in the room, its frame reinforces by strong Iron plates and bars. She rose and walked to stand in front of the window, looking out onto the courtyard below, her hands clasped behind her back.

"Fast forward to more recent times. I am currently looking for a certain someone, another lycan, you'd know him if you saw him; he holds much power..." Natasha then turns to Harlow, her eyes no narrowed in a scrutinizing stare. "And his scent is all over you, so do not tell me that you have not seen him. Tell me Harlow, where is Ryan?"

Harlow sighed, the old girl's nose was powerful indeed, that meeting had been nearly a day ago and Harlow had been near multiple other people in the meantime. Harlow's mind raced, but there was one thing he knew for sure, she wasn't about to get anything useful out of him.

"Before I answer you, I need to know why, why do you want to find him?"

"He was once part of my court, he has since run off and I am simply trying to locate him again." She said making it sound as innocent as she could. Internally, Harlow was boiling, he'd known from the start that Ryan was nothing but trouble and he'd been a fool enough to get caught up in this thing again. He'd already taken the fall once for one man, and now it looked like this O' Brian had sent him off into the woods with his extra baggage to take the fall again! He had trusted him, he had sacrificed to let those close to Ryan escape, Harlow wanted to shout and right then and there, he almost thought he might just start thrash around until he was free and then tear the entire room apart. At least, that's what the beast in him envisioned in its enraged state. Harlow managed to beat back the feelings for another time, however.

Harlow paused for a moment, picking his words carefully. "Him and I sparred one night in a run down part of Prague, he let me go, we had a chat, me and his two women."

At this, Natasha's interest was obviously piqued. "When was this?"

"Early last night."

"And what did you talk about?"

"You mostly, I talked about the goons you sent after me, he talked about you bein a bitch and that was about it." The statement was blunt as Harlow intended but Natasha kept her cool. "He wanted me to join him, but then he sent me out into the woods with his two women and told me he'd catch up with me, that was the last I saw of him."

"Were one of these women carrying a child? A newborn boy?"

Harlow was surprised at the question, but then his mind went back to the wolf in the hotel room that Ryan had brutally killed before he could finish speaking. So that was what that bastard was hiding...

"No." Harlow managed sincerely. "Neither of them had a child."

"And where, exactly, was this place you said that you last saw him?"

"You know, it was dark last night..." Harlow began, shrugging. "That fight must have taken a lot out of me and, hell, every single one of those buildings in that district looks the exact same in the dark." Harlow looked Natasha dead in the eye, he could see that she was not happy with his answer.

"Sorry." He said without meaning it.

"So why were you shooting at my guards today? Why were you even close to my lair here?"

Harlow's tone was flat "After Ryan left me with his women, we stopped at an empty cabin outside the town up the way there, we stayed there until dawn, then the entire town just went nuts."

"How so?"

"They were all gathered in a mob, out for blood, anyone's blood really, publicly executed their own mayor, then went after us. They chased us this way, we were just about to leave when your mooks came around."

"The other two were able to escape, but tell me, why didn't you go with them?"

Harlow sighed, to be quite honest, he didn't know himself, but he managed to find an answer. "Call me old fashioned I guess, I used to live in a time when chivalry wasn't dead. Ryan asked me to make sure his women were safe and I agreed, so I did that, I was the distraction and they got away. They could be anywhere in the city by now, Ryan too, hell I wouldn't be surprised if O'Brian has already left the fethin country."

A few moments passed between the two and finally Natasha called to the guard who was at the door. He came in swiftly and at her order, took Harlow's things, put them all back in the bag, and walked out, though not without giving Harlow a hard glare which he returned. Natasha walked over to him and unlocked his shackled hands before heading for the door.

"This concludes our business for now, Harlow." She said.

"Does that mean I can go?"

Natasha laughed a bit at that. Harlow found that it did not sound sarcastic or spiteful, it sounded genuine. "Quite amusing, perhaps you will be freed, but for now, you will stay here as my guest, please, make yourself at home." She said as she walked out the door before turning at the last second and addressing Harlow one last time. "And please, Harlow, do not make this any harder than it is, attempt to escape and my guards will not shirk from gutting you." She said rather pleased and walked out. The door was closed behind her and locked and Harlow could distinctly hear the guard taking his position back at the door...

Harlow sighed and layed on the cot, staring out the window, what a pickle he'd gotten himself into, he wasn't dead yet, but being in the position where there was a potential for him to die at any moment wasn't a very big step up from actual death. Oh well, like Harlow had done earlier, he'd try to enjoy it. Besides, they might have taken his guns but they didn't have his spirit yet...

The guard at the door's eyes darted back and forth as a sound assaulted his ears, it took him a few moments to realize it was coming from the room and that it was the sweet sounds of a harmonica being played rather loud. The guard sighed, and shook his head. Americans were so strange.

(Alright, I don't think I missed anything or did anything wrong but....

let me know if something's amiss and it will be corrected...

EDIT: D'oh! Forgot something, hold on......there. Now its good. )

Olivers pet..... that's Jaime Summers right?

Just so i can commence writing...

sillyboy wrote:Olivers pet..... that's Jaime Summers right?

Just so i can commence writing...

Yep

... " What shall you do with that Nrajah your Majesty?" Kerri asked walking closely besides Natasha..
The Queen shook her head " I've not decided little one" Natasha said " I don't wish to destroy him..His fire ..his spirit would be an asset to have."
" But he is so...undiciplined My Mistress." Kerri frowned " So...American"
Natasha nodded " Indeed."
" Do you believe the other will come for him...O'Brian?" Kerri asked.
" I do not know little one.." The Queen answered " He was not alone at the gates...not to begin with...our guards saw two females with him...their descreptions match those who travel with O'Brian."
" So they may return for him..?" the young wolf said.
" Perhaps." Natasha nodded...he frustration growing " Ah...if only I could make them understand...so much waste could be avoided."
Kerri simply nodded " Perhaps they will my Mistress...perhaps they will."

Natasha paused and embraced the young wolf..." Go on to our chambers young one...I shall be along briefly"
Kerri's eyes turned up to Natasha " You go to him?...The Pure Blood."
Natasha nodded " Know that I feel nothing for him." she stroked Kerri's hair " I only seek to fufill the prophecy."
Kerri nodded speaking lowly " I ..I do understand."
Natasha softly kissed the she-wolf " Go..I will be with you soon."

At the end of a long hallway, Natasha approached Ivan and several of his men " Has the Pure Blood been sequestered ?" she asked
" Yes my Queen." Ivan replied " He is in that bed chamber...under guard."
Natasha nodded " I want him bound Ivan...to the bed."
The Huge wolf grinned " By your command my Queen"
Ivan and his Grubrah entered the chambers, soon the sounds of struggle echoed down the hall..

Later, Natasha entered the chambers, she stared down at Carl's bound form..
" Now...Pure Blood" she sighed " We shall join..."

Okay, wil start writing after my dinner...

Also, my sister just past her docters pre-exam, and is now accepted in the medical school (she had to outsmart 3.500 people to get in)...

I feel so proud of my litlle sis....

Andy entered the house once more with his child in hand, the creature that had guided him looked a bit surprised to see him again.

"You must see Rawhead, you must see Rawhead." the creature babbled.

"I already saw him, got my kid back nice enough fellow I guess." Andy stared at the cowering thing, "Now take me back to my friends I need to talk to them."

As the creature guided Andy back to the group he wondered about what Rawhead had said, something about a Sanguinator saying that he belonged to someone else. He could guess that the someone else mentioned was Pontius, another sign that Pontius wanted him dead and he wanted to be the one to do him in. But the Sanguinator was something new and with a name like that it was probably another ancient he would have to deal with. Andy saw his friends still waiting in the lobby and approached them.

"Is that your kid?" Joker asked, "I thought your wife was pregnant."

"She is, but I don't know what her condition is." Andy said as he looked at the group, "That Rawhead character threatened to kill me, it also said something about a Sanguinator."

"Sanguine means blood you know, so its something to do with that." Sven said, rubbing his temples.

"I figured that much, but it must be some kind of ancient. Rawhead also said something that makes me think Pontius is going to try to kill me. As such I want all of us to go to his room, office or whatever. I go inside alone, get Wendy and meet everyone outside the door."

"Master Pontius will see you now, yes, Pontius will be happy to see you." the creature gibbered happily as it began to lead the group through the house. The robed figure followed as well, but was lead on by Sven physically.

"What happened, it isn't moving on its own?" Ace asked as he began to help Sven move the mass.

"When we first came into the house they messed up my head and I lost a psychic connection. I've been struggling just to know where the golem is even though I know where it is." Sven professed loudly.

The house was neatly decorated compared to the Marl Pits, and it didn't smell as much ike death. It smelled old, decrepit, and there was a taint that was palpable in the air. In the distance they could hear what sounded like a party, drums and older instruments bleating out some kind of beat. They were being led away from it, hopefully they wouldn't have to trigger their grenades and going away from the party was a good thing. Sven and Ace moved the robed figure along and they came to a room with two of the large russian vampires standing in front of it. The creature stopped in front of the door and the Oprinikki stepped aside as the creature opened it and motioned for Andy to follow.

"He's in here, in here yes, he wants to see you." the creature said excitedly.

"Hold the kid for now." Andy said as he handed it to Sven, "I'll hopefully be out soon."

sillyboy wrote:Okay, wil start writing after my dinner...

Also, my sister just past her docters pre-exam, and is now accepted in the medical school (she had to outsmart 3.500 people to get in)...

I feel so proud of my litlle sis....

Congrats to Sillysis...

Yay medschool, 7 or so more years of education! It's going to be tough but is she got in there should be no problem.