How the next Blood moon plays out (if indeed there is one) will depend largely on how this one ends IMO...
If Cernunnos wins then I will conclude that the wolves will have the upper hand in this war...same thing for Caine if he wins....
At this point, I think Natasha is royally (ba dum tish) fethed...
How the hunters will fare is a mystery as I have absolutely no clue as to what their greater intentions are besides killing supernaturals (and I'm really curious as to what that priest is doing...)
All I do know is that if and when there is a Blood Moon III, I have a plan for if Harlow dies and quite frankly, I consider that little scheme to be some of my best material I've yet thought up...
I actually have a bunch of Ideas for Blood Moon III, based on a lot of ideas I've had floating in my head, such as the Four Species of Wolves, the Three Species of Vampyre, and a alternate history of the creation of the world and why the Lycan Vampyre war started.
Andy and Wendy paused in front of the small chapel and Bea, Wendy's mother, held a camera ready to capture any moments of wedding bliss.
"Oh come on, just give her a quick kiss in front of the chapel." Bea egged them on, "It'll make for a nice photo.". Wendy blushed, not because of the public display of affection she was used to that sort of thing by now, but the fact that her mother was now telling her to was embarrassing. She looked at Andy who just winked as they began to kiss, the flash from the camera capturing the moment forever. Bea sighed as he looked over the image in her digital camera, "You two look wonderful, I'll send you a copy while you're on your honeymoon.". She said as she gave her daughter a big hug.
"Thanks mom." Wendy said as she looked her mother in the face, "We'll call you when we get there alright?"
"You better call me." Bea shook her finger at her, "I don't care if its your honeymoon, you calling me takes priority over bedroom shenanigans. That goes for you too mister." she said as she gave Andy a hug.
"We will, don't worry." Andy promised as he was pulled away by Wendy. The car hadn't been decked out with tin cans, and the typical 'just married' window paint wasn't present mainly because Wendy was worried about messing up the glass and Andy didn't want to clean it. As they climbed into the blue sedan they glanced at each other and smiled.
"Can you believe it?" Wendy asked, "Only one month and we're already married. Nice small ceremony, almost everyone was there.".
"I know it was kind of fast, but you have to be with what we do. Who didn't show, your aunt Erin wasn't here because her kid was sick, but that's all I noticed." Andy said happily, "Now we're off to Florida, the plane tickets should be in the glove compartment.". He put the car into drive and they went down the dirt road, Wendy's family hailed from the town of Campsville out in Tennessee. Sure they could drive there, but they wanted to save on some time by flying out.
"My aunt Erica wasn't there, and I didn't see Smalls." Wendy said as she rubbed her chin, "Come to think of it, he didn't even return an RSVP saying he wasn't going to come." she finished with a shrug.
"Oh well, he's a quiet kind of guy and was probably busy. I'm surprised Miranda even showed." Andy said as he came to a stop, "Okay, airport here we come and then Florida for some fun.".
"About that Andy." Wendy said quietly, "I don't think we should fly.".
"Why's that, afraid of flying in a plane? We can drive if you want to." Andy said.
"No its, not that..." Wendy trailed off, "I didn't want to ruin the honeymoon for us because I know you paid a lot for everything...".
"Well what is it Wendy," Andy said with concern, "we can do whatever you want.".
"Its not that I don't want to do anything different, but um..." Wendy looked at Andy with a turned head, "I'm pregnant."
"What?" Andy said excitedly.
"I'm sorry, I should've told you before but I didn't want it to seem like..." Wendy was interrupted as Andy pulled her face towards him and planted a big kiss on her lips.
"Wendy, I couldn't be happier!." Andy pulled out onto the road, his face a sign of pure joy, "We need to tell your family, we'll go home and we'll get everything ready. Crib, car seat, everything... What's wrong?" he said as he spotted a the shimmer of a tear on her cheek.
"I'm sorry, I should've told you." sadness tinted her voice, "I'm sorry.".
"Don't be sorry," Andy rubbed her back with his right hand, "you've just made me the happiest man in the world twice in one day. I love you Wendy, never forget that."
"I love you too Andy." Wendy let a small smirk carve itself on her face, "But I still don't think we can fly, I'm sorry.".
"Doesn't matter dear." Andy watched the road carefully, "I can't believe it, I'm going to be a dad.".
...Marilus greeted the newly arrived Brothers as they exited their vehicles..." Brother Erin, Brother Gray...very good to see you two again...just returning from America I presume ?"
" Yes Lord Purifier" The two spoke in unison..." We locate the renegade we'd tracked from London...found him in Florida." Brother Gray said..
" I assume he's been...cleansed" Marilus said, lifting an eyebrow and cracking the smallest of smiles..
" Indeed he has been My Lord" Brother Erin said " Five gallons of gasoline and a road flare saw him of to god nicely.."the Brother chuckled
A deep growling voice cut the young Brother off "..Tis no laughing matter Brother" A huge mountian of a man said stepping into view from behind one of the Hummers " You delivered that wretch from an eternity of evil...you saved hm from an eternity of blasphemy against our Lord."
" Brother Ramirez " Marilus said, his smile growing..." It has been some time my friend.."
The big man took a knee before the Lord Purifier bowing his head " I am here to serve My Lord" Brother Ramirez said.
" Rise my friend..rise" Marilus said..." I am indeed pleased that Administrator Kraub saw fit to send you..your skills will be quite an asset to me"
" It is my Honor as always Lord Purifier" The man said " Please allow me to introduce my assistant...Brother Collin...he is young...but has served diligently...and fearlessly."
Marilus turned and greeted the Young Brother..." If My friend Ramirez speaks favorably of you Brother...than you are most welcomed"
" My thanks to you Lord Purifier.." The young man said " I pray I serve you well."
" No doubt you will Brother...no doubt you will" Marilus said turning back to Ramirez..." I trust you've been advised of the situation Brother"
" Indeed I have" Ramirez nodded " I would suggest...if I may...that we began our search in the direction which yo last observed the cursed beast to flee in.."
" My thoughts presisely Brother" Marilus said..
As the Purifiers climbed back into their vehicles, Marilus turned to Brother Albert..." Brother please notify Administrator Kraub that clean up is required in this location...we can't just leave these poor souls laying about."
" Yes My Lord" Brother Albert answered " At once.."
" Oh...and Brother" Marilus continued " Please see if the Chief Administrator can have all call records from and to that Hunter Jokers cell phone traced....as well as call records from anyone on our subversive list"
" As you command My Lord" Brother Albert replied...
Several minutes later the two Hummers moved out into the night...heading slowly in the direction of the nearby river.
Just as Isaacs eyes fluterred open Another knock came on the door.
beginning to get frustrated Juli wrenched the door and nearly took it off it's hinges. Outside was a terrified looking ghoul. And the hallway was a comotion.
What do you want worm?
i have been or-ordered to gi-give you this by the Crimison k-k-King
What is it?
I know not M-M-Madame, just the it is opf g-g-great importance.
he handed over a vellum envelope and scuttled off it. Closing the door and ripping open the letter her eyes opened in amazement.
guards form on me, now we move out to dominate mankind
What is it Mistress?
Caine has ordered that the Juli nd Opperniki attack Prague, Taking back our rightful dominace and to o so we must kill Nastasha, Bitch queen of the lycans. You must stay here and look after Isaac.
grabbing a massive spear and strapping a sword to her side she marched out of the room her guards following suit.
Isaac can your hear me?
is that you Suzie?
yes it's me. What happened?
Vukojevic stabbed me, the bastard stabbed me
he WHAT?! Why?
th vuko we knew is gone, now he is a power hiungry psycho. Save me please I beg you, or end my suffering Tears rolled down Suzies face at the sight of her dying friend and her other friend's betrayl.
You will survive and we will have revenge. That I swear upon your blood and embrace.
Erzuli reached behind her and grasped Jarin's arm, squeezing tightly as she spoke, willing him no to respond. She felt him tense for a second, then relax and grasp her hand.
"Wait there, we will be out momentarily."
She slammed the door and leant her head against it, thoughts racing through her head and somewhat.
"An infant as well?" she breathed heavily, feeling the bile rise in her throat as thoughts of where the child could have come from whirled round her mind. "Not hers I'm guessing."
"No."
Pulling away from him, she glanced across to see Anya, now clothed, hiding behind a chair. A bad feeling ran up her spine and the Pure Blood felt she needed more time to prepare, time she didn't have. She signalled for the girl to come to her side and the young wolf swift moved to stand beside her. Erzuli swiftly moved to her bags and began pulling out pouches and small boxes, obviously looking for something.
"We should go." said Jarin, moving up beside her. She snorted and started rumaging though the bottom of the bag.
"I may not have experience of the courts of wolves, Jarin. But I know when there is risk to my own life and of those I... love. If my suspicions of Natasha are confirmed; this next meeting may not go well and I want to buy some time, if we need it."
"What of the prophecy?"
"If there is one thing I do know; its spells, enchantments and prophecies... not this specific one... but I promise you..." she pulled out an African dagger in scabbard on a thick belt, two glass tubes filled with white powder and a bottle of purple nailpolish, looking them over carefully. "...a prophecy forced will never... come to pass in the favour of its instigator."
Standing, she put on the belt, slipping the bottle of polish and tubes into a pouch on the scabbard. Anya clung onto her leg, sensing the tension in her mistress. Erzuli stroked the girl's hair and looked at Jarin, who's face still showed his concern. Prising the young wolf off her leg, the Pure Blood moved over to him.
"Believe me when I say, I want this to work, I want to be a part of all this," she touched his face gently but her eyes darkened. "but I will never be forced into trying to manipulate destiny. It has its own path. To try and control it will lead to us all to ruin"
He nodded and caressed her cheek.
The door knocked urgently and the guard's voice came from behind it.
"The Queen expects you soon, Mistress..."
Erzuli pulled the big wolf into a heated kiss for a long moment before Jarin dragged himself reluctantly from her and pulled the door open.
"The parking lot in front of the warehouse." Joker began, when they show up you run into the warehouse rigged with explosives, you will have to be fast or risk going down with them. I will leave a window in the back of the warehouse open so you can escape. In wolf form you will be much faster than them so you should be able to get out before they even have a chance. Once we blow up the the warehouse the rest of us will spring an ambush from the woods next to the parking lot on any of the remaining men too cowardly to follow you in."
"I'm guessing this is the place." Dez stated as they pulled into a parking lot with a big warehouse in front of it.
"Looks deserted, we might have chance of actually escaping this place." Andy said with relief as they all piled out of the car to examine the building.
"Ok, nap time is over. I'm going to need help setting up all of these explosives. This place is going to be a waiting inferno in less than an hour." Joker said with a smile on his face.
I hope you have a plan worthy of Andy in this, that and double the explosives.
BIC: The plan sounded good, it was something that he would've come up with if he was in his own right mind. He liked explosives, they offered a lot of damage and customization for their price. C4 could be coated with silver BB's , filled with shards of wood, or any combination of the sort to do damage to any threat. Grenades could be filled with anything, and thanks to Kerri he had received some UV grenades and expanded his horizons of explosive fillings. There would be explosions, pyrotechnics, and all sorts of wonderful things in this plan and Andy felt happy that it was being carried out in this matter. He hummed happily to himself as he helped rig explosives along the inside of the doorway to the warehouse. He had rigged so many explosives that he was prepared to set up just about anything; dead man's triggers, remote detonation, proximity, you name it and he probably made something to do it. Joker and Bjorn were busy rigging explosives elsewhere and Bjorn was keeping his distance from Andy. The conversation in the car had been a bad start and afterwards Bjorn had questioned whether or not a one armed crazy man should be responsible for setting up explosives.
He came from a long line of explosives experts, or so he had been told by his father before he passed. He remembered listening to tales about his grandfather in the war, how he helped the combat engineers blow up bridges. He also remembered how his dad had said that his great grandfather was the explosives expert who worked on the railroad, blowing holes in the side of mountains. Andy smiled as he finished setting the wires on the explosives around the door frame, they would hopefully blow after the hunters came in and trap them inside. Or it would blow a gaping hole in the entrance, either way the hunters inside would be scared out of their wits and it would hopefully slow them down while the other charges went off. A smile was on his face as he hopped down off of the barrel he had been using as a step stool and looked at Dez who was staring at him.
"Why are you smiling, you want to kill these guys?" Dez asked.
"No, I don't want to, but if we have to then I guess we'll have to." Andy was still smiling.
"Then why the hell are you smiling?".
"Just remembering stories my dad told me over the years, he was a good man. Too bad he died when I was still an angsty teenager, he would've loved Wendy. My mom would've liked her too, damn I wish I actually had some living family I knew." he said as he patted Dez on the back, "But on another topic are you ready for your show?".
"As ready as I'll ever be I guess." Dez shrugged, "I've never been bait before, not even when you had Vegas and I driving around the theater I wasn't bait.".
"So its something new for you, you'll do it right though. We have the pallets set up just right so you should be able to jump out the window and have them collapse behind you." Andy said as he began pointing to the window with his left arm wrapped around the back of Dez's neck.
"Well, I guess we'll have to see if it all goes right." Dez shrugged.
"It should, if I was in charge that's how I would've done it. Lots of boom and lots of burn." Andy smiled as he reached for the floor where the next charges he had to set were.
.................Sins of the father..............
The streets were dark as Brandon and Elizabeth Bruss drove back to their small home in the suburbs. Brandon looked in the rear view mirror at his son in his car seat, busy sleeping away an amulet hung limply around his neck and rested on his stomach. The radio played quietly as the sound of rushing wind managed to pierce its way into the vehicle through closed windows. The tension in the car hung like a fog on a cold day in the country. Elizabeth moved and broke the silence, "Are you sure we did the right thing Brandon?".
"I'm sure we did Liza, I'm sure we did." Brandon nodded and licked his dry lips, "We did it for Andy.".
"But could you imagine..." Elizabeth said as she turned in her seat and looked back at her child, quietly sleeping in bliss, "I think we did the right thing, but the price was too high.".
"We're going to pay them back," Brandon reassured her, "besides it'll keep him safe."
"How much though, we can't possibly pay them back." Elizabeth closed her eyes in thought, "We're going to owe them forever.".
"Listen Liza, we do some favors for them and then the deal's paid for alright." Brandon swallowed some spit, "I don't like it either, but it was necessary. You know how many enemies I have.".
"I know, I know, but did we have to deal with them?" Elizabeth asked, "I love Andy too and I want to keep him safe, but couldn't we do that ourselves, or even ask the network for help?".
"I asked the Network," Brandon shook his head, "and they basically told me tough luck. Now, as long as he wears that amulet he'll be safe.".
"Do you think they were telling the truth?" Elizabeth said as she looked into Brandon's eyes for answers.
"You saw how they couldn't touch the thing unless it was in the box." Brandon looked at his wife, "Besides, we signed the deal with our blood.". His finger still pained him from where it had been cut and subsequently used as a pen to sign his name on parchment.
"I hope he never knows what we did." Elizabeth sighed, "Your father would be rolling around in his grave.".
"Andy won't know, and he won't have to know." Brandon said, "We'll live with this." he said as he pulled the car to a stop in front of an apartment, "This one's on the way, so I'll go take care of it. Stay in the car with Andy.". The door was closed quietly so it wouldn't wake the baby sleeping in the back seat. Brandon walked up to the door and raised a silenced pistol to the doorknob, with a pull of the trigger the lock was broken and Brandon disappeared from view inside the apartment. Elizabeth reached back and rubbed Andy's cheek as a light flashed twice in one of the apartment windows. Within minutes Brandon returned and opened the door, "One down." he said as he climbed inside and put the pistol under his coat. The car resumed its path towards the couple's house, the parents in the front worried about the secret they would have to keep from their child.
@ Kais...I just hope you don't think a 6 month old wolf ( Dez) can go toe to toe with a Thousand year old Wolf Queen..They'll have to clean Dez's remains up with a shovel and a mop..
Anyway, write ups coming...stay tuned...and once again great stuff everyone.
... Two members of the Black Claw Guard escorted Jarin, Erzuli and Anya back to the main Ballroom where they found Natasha in a state of near jubilence..
" Come!!" she said to Erzuli..." Gaze upon the infant Pure Blood...perhaps destined to be strongest of us all...surely the one destined to insure the fulfillment of the great prophecy.."
Jarin and Erzuli addvanced slowly towards Natasha, who danced happily holding the babe closely..." He is perfect...so strong..so powerful...even now at such a tender age.." The wolf Queen continued..
Erzuli nodded " The child is indeed beautiful my Queen" she said "..And the arua of power surrounding him is great.."
Natasha frowned slightly turning to Erzuli..." You seem troubled my sister...what is it?" she carefully handed the infant off to Kerri and took Erzuli's arm...
... Erzuli paused for a moment and spoke " The child's parents...where are they?" she said.
Natasha stared at the Pure Blood for a moment and replied " For reasons only they know...they refuse to join us...the Mother was cared for and loved...but fled...the Father.." Natasha trailed off for a moment " The Father I would truely love to have amongst us...his power rivals you ..friend Jarins...and he is still a comparatably young wolf...who knows how great he will be in a century or two
" But they do not wish their child to be here...they.." Erzuli began..
" I understand your concerns my sister" Natasha said " But it was I who orchestrated the very existance of this child...I who planned it...I who arranged for circumstaces to occur as they did...I could almost be seen as the child's mother myself."
Erzuli frowned at that..." Arranged?....to fulfill your prophecy?"
" Not my Prophecy my sister.." Natasha said, a hint of irritation in her voice " Our prophecy..."
Natasha stood before Erzuli and begin to speak..." ..And it was passed down over the ages...that a time of great trouble and sorrow would fill the lands..man would destroy man...brother would kill brother...and the children of the wolf would be hunted to the verge of extinction...but from a great bastard wolf...a saviour would come...who would father the Great Wolf...a deliverer of great power and cunning...who would drive back the children of Caine...and make submissive the Children of Adam...and issue in an new era of peace." Natasha smiled.
Erzuli was silent...simply staring at Natasha...
" It is our destiny My sister...we shall be the vessels for the Great Wolf..." Natasha said " We shall be the Mothers of the future of our kind..."
Jarin stood nearby, looking troubled when he felt a light tap upon his arm...he turned to face Brahg, who was bandaged and also appeared troubled..
" A word Commander.." Brahg said respectfully
" What is it..?" Jarin asked
" I am not the ...combatant my Commander is." Said Brahg " I have existed these many centuries by cunning as well as claw.."
" get to your point Brahg.." Jarin said irritated.
" My Commander...I have a very bad feeling..I sense danger...great danger" Brahg said " I believe the mansion should go on high alert...something...something bad comes our way.."
Jarin nodded slowly, though not for he same reasons as Brahg...he to felt much peril lay ahead.
... Lilith moved gracefully through the halls of the crooked house, her Lord Caine had granted her the time of the Blood Moon in which he would allow her to take her rightful revenge upon Scarlett ...and she intended to waist no time.
Entering the main foyer, Lilith watched briefly as the armies of her Lord prepared for war upon the Children of Lycelon...
This pleased Lilith as well, as she had always held a disdain for the vile Beast.." May they purge the earth of those monstrosities" Lilith said softly...
" ..And what makes them so monsterous My Lady..?" A voice ..like the winds from a crypt came to her." Are we any less...monster than they?"
Lilith turned, from the shadows emerged the figure of V'ral...an ancient Strigoi whom Lilith had not seen in over a century..
" Still meandering about in silly philosophy I see..eh V'ral?" Lilith said " The Lycans are uncivilized beast...animals...they belong under our heel."
V'ral shrugged " I mearly question why you assume us to be so very different...do we not hunt the night for our prey as well...do not the Humani see us as ..Monsters?"
" I've no time to discuss your musings V'ral" Lilith said " I've matters to attended to...urgent matters.."
The Srigoi drifted closer to Lilith " I sense that My Lady...Matters that have nothing to do with the Children of Lyceon..but rather a Childe of Caine himself.."
Lilith glared at the Strigoi " You assume much V'ral...and you test my paitence."
" I assume nothing Daughter of Caine" The Strigoi said with a chuckle " ..And if my presence is unwanted...I shall take myself...and what I know...elsewhere."
Lilith moved to block the Strigoi as he made to exit "..And what is it you know V'ral..?" she hissed
The Strigoi chuckled again " I know much Daughter of Caine...including the were abouts of who you seek.."
Lilith closed the distance between herself and the Strigoi " Where V'ral?...You will tell me.." her eyes blazed.
" Of course I shall My Lady" The Strigoi laughed "...Of course I will.."
... Ryan turned and faced the group of wolves, his eyes cold and narrow...
" I'm not interested in your fething personal vendetta against Natasha" He said glaring at Longar " ..And I'm damn sure not interested in his" Ryan said pointing at Musater...
" All I care about is getting my Son back" Ryan continued " That's it...period.."
Longar let out a hearty laugh " You have much spirit young wolf...a born fighter you are.."
Ryan glared at the old wolf " Shove your compliments...I go to Natasha's for my reasons...not yours."
Longar simply smiled and nodded..
Ryan turned from the others and Star once again approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder " I know the lay out of Natasha's Mansion " she said " I know when and where the Black Claw are at all times.."
Ryan turned and stared at her for a moment then nodded " We go in...get Cas and then get the hell out..we're not part of this ...werewolf civil war gak."
Star nodded and moved to wrap her arms around Ryan " ...All I care about is Cas...and you...Nothing else matters to me." she said.
... and, technically, Dez is not a 6 month old werewolf, he is a 19, 20 year old (I can't remember how old he is) seeing as he has always been a wolf, but has never really turned into it, and had the experience, but he has all the instincts and stuff flared up...
... hmmm, seeing as Dez wants to kill Natasha, I have a feeling he should go along with Longer and Musater...
I feel like if Dez and the Hunters make it out of this wacky adventure Dez would get his ass handed to him going up against Natasha alone. Maybe if he had some werewolf gal pals he could fight Natasha.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:... hmmm, seeing as Dez wants to kill Natasha, I have a feeling he should go along with Longer and Musater...
... hmmmm...
... what do you say Chowder?
If you ask me, Dez's priorities line up more with Ryan's group than does Andy's. So I'd say yes. Maybe he can come find us after you avoid getting blown up...
Of course that all depends on the direction Ryan and the group are headed...I was under the impression we were following Dez and Andy until Fitzz's last post, so now its either Natasha's mansion or the first option...
intestines out of the arm socket? werewolves have weird anatomy...there must be something wrong with me...I REALLY want to squeeze that ropey bit coming out of his side until it bursts.
The group continued their trek through the woods as quietly as possible, their senses on alert for anything in their dark surroundings. Harlow found his eyes begin to dart at the slightest noise from anything out in these woods with them. He and their new associates were at the back of the pack, for whatever reason. After some time in silence, Musater approached Harlow, having seemingly just noticed something.
"That's O'Brian isn't it?" He asked. Harlow's head swiveled to meet his gaze.
"Yeah, how d'you know?"
"I was still working for the queen just a few days ago, she wanted me to find him, that's why there was an APB for his arrest..."
"Oh yeah?" Harlow grunted. "How'd that work out for you?" There was an indignant growl from Musater's throat that indicated his reaction. He waved his hand dismissively.
"The police have bigger things to worry about now, we need not worry about them. I understand his rage is centered on Natasha because of his son?" Musater asked quietly, indicating Ryan.
"Right before we met you, some of her men jumped us at those warehouses back there and took him, he's hellbent on getting his son back from her." Harlow explained, his gaze going towards the forest and away from Musater.
"What about you?" He asked.
"What?"
"Why are you following him? Are you in his pack?" The question took a moment for Harlow to answer. Finally, he shrugged.
"The reason I'm running with him is much for the same reason you're here: Her majesty is in the business of making enemies, she used me to get to his son." Harlow said looking towards where Ryan trudged ahead of them. He sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, whether intentional or not, I fethed up, and I intend to fix that."
There was a silence afterwards between the two.
"You didn't answer my question." Musater persisted. Harlow gave him a scathing glare for a few moments, but suddenly he just chuckled.
"Who knows? If I'm alive after this is over, I might stick around just to pay him back for all the gak I've gone through." He said shaking his head slowly.
Behind them, Longar stopped in his tracks and began looking up and around him. Harlow was the first to notice his halt, followed by Musater and the rest who looked at him. Finally, Harlow spoke up.
"What's your problem big guy?"
Longar held up a hand and sniffed the air. He took a few moments of wide eyed wonder more and spoke very quietly.
"Do you hear it? Do you smell it?" He said. Silence reigned int the group as all their senses went into overdrive trying to figure out what he was talking about. Harlow raised his own head and took a deep whiff. Somewhere from a great distance away, he heard something rumble in the ground, he felt a buzzing in the air rising in intensity until the hairs on his neck stood on end.
"What the feth?" He said, looking around for the source of the cause even though his instincts told him it was powerful, yet far away. All of the others did like wise, every single one of them now on edge as a result of something they could all feel.
"Something wicked this way comes." Longar said quietly. Somehow in his heart, Harlow knew he was right.
(Grrrr...all I could think of for now, perhaps a bit of back story is in the works later but not now...)
Andy looked around at the inside of the warehouse, wiring had been carefully hidden so that no one would be able to notice them when they entered. In fact, if he hadn't placed them himself even he wouldn't know where they were and he just smiled to himself, proud of the fact that he could still work with explosives despite the fact that he was missing his main hand. He took in a big breath and let it out slowly, calming himself in preparation of what was to come. He was drying and his clothes felt more comfortable, the amulet on his neck had lasted on his neck surprisingly. He had worn the thing everyday from what he could remember and he had been told about the network, vampires, and werewolves on the day he had taken it off. He was 16 and wanted to go out to a party, but didn't want to wear the thing. He told his parents that it looked stupid, and it did. It was a piece of copper with a red stone set inside of it, it was round with an inscription along the outer edge. He had never bothered translating the thing, but some of it was faded so it was impossible to see what was inscribed.
He came downstairs one night and his dad grabbed him before he could head out the door. His father looked him over and saw that the chain around his neck was missing and told him to go put it back on, Andy had refused saying that the girls wouldn't be into it. His father persisted and Andy finally asked why it was so damn important, that's when his father and mother sat him down at the table and told him everything; about the network, about the vampires, about the werewolves, and why the amulet was so important. It would safeguard him against vampires and his father said that they had gotten it from a bazaar in Eastern Europe while he was hunting a vampire down. At first he didn't believe them, he called them crazy and then his dad said that they were going to go for a ride.
Andy saw his father take down a wolf in person and it was a surprise, his concept of his parents changed that night and he thought that what they did was great so he decided to join them. His parents were reluctant at first, but eventually decided to introduce him to a contact for when he was ready to join. Its a shame they never were able to see him join the network, they died a week later in a car accident. The brakes had failed and the car went into a ditch, the doctor's said that both of his parents had weak blood vessels that popped when the car came to a sudden stop and that he was lucky that a couple bruises and whiplash were the only injuries he suffered.
"Andy," Joker called, "hey Andy!" he called again to snap him out of the trance he was in.
"What's up?" Andy asked joyfully.
"Uh, we're ready in here so we just need to go over the plan." Joker said as he walked over to him, "Are you alright?".
"Yeah, I'm fine." Andy looked at Joker and nodded, "I'll be ready for whatever they send our way." he said as he patted his side, "feth."
"What's up?" Joker asked.
"Our gear, its at the other warehouse." Andy said in dismay.
"You're kidding." Joker rubbed his forehead, "We can go back later maybe.".
"We have to go back, my revolver, Vegas's shotgun, all of our stuff is back there." Andy pleaded, "The Sword of Ra, we need that too.".
"Okay, we'll see to that if we have time. For now we have to go talk to Bjorn and Dez to finalize everything and then to set the final elements in place.".
............Sins of the Father...........
"Are you sure you want to do what we do?" Brandon asked his son as the family drove along a dark country road.
"Yeah dad." Andy said from the backseat, "You guys are like heroes you know? Oh man, it looks fun."
"Well first things first young man," his mother started, "its not fun and its serious business. One scratch from a wolf or a bite from a vampire and you're done."
"Well, not exactly, but close enough dear." his dad said, "A scratch from a wolf will turn you into a wolf but enough of a bite from a vampire will turn you into a meat puppet, if you drink vamp blood and get bitten by a vamp then you become one."
"It doesn't matter honey," his mom said with a twinge of annoyance, "either way its incredibly dangerous.".
"Yeah, but you won't have to worry about vampires as much as wolves though because of the amulet you have on." his dad said calmly, "That thing was rather... hard to obtain.".
"And you said that Grandpa was a hunter too right?" Andy said, leaning forward in interest.
"Yep, he fought Nazi werewolves." his dad quickly nodded, "Sounds like a bad movie, but its all true.".
"Don't worry about that." his mom added, "You come from a long line of hunters, most of them did respectable jobs.".
"Don't say it Liza, don't..." his father said before being cut off.
"His great, grandmother was a prostitute. Or at least she guised herself as one to catch vampires looking for a late night snack." she looked at his dad in challenge.
"Well, she did what she had to do, and that's one thing you should remember Andy, is that we do whatever we need to get the job done." his father added, using the wagging of his finger for emphasis.
A sudden bump from behind sent the car skidding down the road, "What the feth." his dad said loudly as he looked in the mirror for what caused it, a car without any headlights quickly disappeared from behind them and into the blackness of the night. He slammed his foot down on the brakes, but nothing would happen. The car drifted sideways and then began skidding as its momentum kept it going forward.
"Hit the brakes Brandon!" Andy's mom shouted.
"C'mon stop the car dad, stop the car!" Andy shouted from the back.
"The brakes aren't working, dammit, I'm doing what I..." his dad stopped as the car hit the shoulder and crashed down into the ditch. The windshield cracked and the airbags deployed as the sound of crushing metal filled the air. Andy felt his head go into the headrest and blacked out. The car flipped and rolled over, landing upside down.
"Everyone okay?" his father asked weakly as he fumbled to get the airbag out his way.
"I'm, I'm okay." Elizabeth said as she looked into the back seat, "Andy?". Brandon put his bloodied fingers onto his son's neck to check for a pulse, "He's alive, I think he hit his head on the rest.".
"What the hell happened Brandon?" Elizabeth asked weakly, the seatbelt prevented her from crashing down to the ceiling.
"Somebody hit us from behind, they had their headlights off and I didn't see the bastards." Brandon turned his head to the faint sound of gravel being stepped on, "Do you hear that? Hey, we need some help here!" Brandon called out from the front of the car.
"Oh, I know you need help Brandon." a voice hissed as shiny black shoes stopped outside of the window, "Don't worry," it said as the legs bent down and he could see the face of the voice, "we're just here to finish the contract."
"We did what we were supposed to do." Brandon said defiantly, "We killed the targets, and we gave you our second born to do lord knows what with. We did what we were supposed to."
"Don't tell me the obligations, I created them." the voice continued politely, "However, you killed one of our kin a month ago and we are not happy with that."
"You bastard, that was..." Brandon stopped before he began to seize up and clenched his chest. He could feel a sharp pain in his heart and stared at the pale face and could see the creature's hand pointed towards his chest.
"Don't worry," the creature smiled with murderous intent, "everything will look natural. Your aorta burst upon impact and your wife is already dead from an aneurysm, its a shame that all of the blood rushing to her head burst a weak vessel and put that much pressure on her brain."
Brandon could only try to talk as his blood began to fill his chest cavity, his breathing became labored as his body tried to compensate for the loss of blood.
"As per our agreement your son will be left alone as he has been since he was only three months old, he will not suffer for your mistake Brandon Bruss and in due time he will fulfill his part." the creature said as he watched Brandon's eyes shut and he entered eternal sleep.
"What about the young one in the back sire?" a man said as he stood near the opened door of a black luxury vehicle.
"Nothing Gerald, he is a protected one for now." the vampire said as he stood up and stretched his back, "Only his mother and father dishonored us by killing one of our kind while under our employ so only they paid for their misdeeds. Now, the night is young and I feel restless." he said as he climbed up the ditch and onto the road, "Head towards the city and we'll see what we can get tonight my friend.". The car drove off, leaving the wreck behind in peace. Minutes later sirens could be heard coming down the road.
huh. I was betting on blood magiks that done 'em in. (you should write a book. in fat FITZZ, you could sell this as a book...aside from GW getting all annoyed)
@nachos... you have a really evil backstory (very well written) going there that is going to hit Andy in the butt very soon.... I respect that in character creation!
IC...
Folding her arms across her chest, Erzuli felt the frustration and anger rise in her. 'She appears to be insane... ' she thought to herself as she watched Natasha preach of a prophecy she obviously, in the Mgral's mind anyhow, did not understand. The Pure Blood could sense the unease in the room and wished she could be more confidant of the nature of the glances some of the wolves in the room were giving her and the Queen. Still, she felt she needed to find out more.
"So... sister... this prophecy..." she began cautiously, "...I assume that is the whole thing. Because these things can be near impossible to decipher, for those with... less hold on their spiritual essence..."
Natasha frowned deeply, still catching her breath from her impassioned speech, as Erzuli continued.
"... than, say... a prophet,a sage... or a priestess." Erzuli unfolded her arms and gestured towards herself. "I may be no warrior Queen like you... less... aged, honed to physical and courtly perfection. But I do know spells, incantations... and prophecies. I urge you to think clearly upon this one."
"Clearly!?!" Growled the Queen, stepping towards the Pure Blood. "The signs are here, plain for all to see! And you would question..."
"Yes I would question them!" Interrupted Erzuli, grasping the Queen's forearm softly in a gesture she hoped was not too forward. "That is what I do, question the stars, learn from life and death and especially interpret prophecies! Before I can stand by you in this... plan... you have. Tell me... is there more to this prophecy, more detail... is it written or spoken... because if what you have said is all there is... I do not feel... comfortable... that your interpretation is fully correct."
As Erzuli waited for the Queen to respond, her eyes focused upon her 'sister', she felt deeply worried where this was going to lead. 'I hope I'm wrong about her being insane..' the Pure Blood thought, 'and I really hope I'm not the only one in this room with the courage to question her!'
possibly your coroners will be able to find that you existed at some point. considering all of natasha I have seen, I would say that it would be hard to find anything resembling human remains
Yeah well, the bad thing about killing your field commanders is that everybody under them tend to think you've lost it a bit and are less likely to stick around if say, oh, I dunno, a vampire army comes knocking at your cottage door asking for little Natasha to come out and play?
actually this makes me think of a 'punishment' I devised, hook someone up to an IV that gives them just enough nutrients to survive, as well as eliminating the need for sleep, and numbing pain. strap them to a wall in a completely monochrome blank wall, and leave them there for as long as the drugs sustain them. with nothing at all happening, jus staring at a wall. for ever.
ineptus astartes wrote:huh. I was betting on blood magiks that done 'em in. (you should write a book. in fat FITZZ, you could sell this as a book...aside from GW getting all annoyed)
I've actually got two ideas for books jotted out ( rough ideas and character outlines)...
One, of course, is a zombie story...but with a Southern twist.
The other is a bit darker...it involves a child with emotional/ behavioural issues who is murdered, and her return as a very ...very angry ghost.
.....I also wrote a novel ( 450 typed pages) a few years back, which is still gathering dust...
It centers around a New Orleans Police Detectives quest to locate a serial killer.
Anyway, I'm going to mull a bit over what Natasha's reaction will be...and I have a few " Purifier" bits to write up tonight as well....I'm feeling particularly evil tonight...so we'll have to see how things go.
FITZZ wrote: Anyway, I'm going to mull a bit over what Natasha's reaction will be...and I have a few " Purifier" bits to write up tonight as well....I'm feeling particularly evil tonight...so we'll have to see how things go.
Oh jeez, well then, strike what I said, Aurelia, you're probably right...
Also, a little something coming from me soon...yay!
... Natasha seem to shudder with barely contained rage , her eyes blazing as she stared at Erzuli....then her appearance softened, and she sighed..." Surely you've read through Margo's ledger...Jarin was to provide it for you when first you met.."
Erzuli nodded " I have read some of the writing within...mostly pertaining to ...the massacre of Pure Bloods...and my own fate afterwards.."she said.
Natasha nodded, her eyes seeming to sadden, bespeaking a hidden agony..." There is not a single night that passes that I do not relive that day.." her voice lowered to a near whisper " The day when the humans almost succeded in wiping our line out completely.." a single tear spilled from Natasha's eye and ran down her cheek, she quickly..angrily wiped it away..." No matter...we survived..and we shall survive.."
Natasha turned to Erzuli, gently stroking her cheek " I understand your apprehensions my sister...my love" Natasha gently kissed Erzuli " I will not ...I can not..force your understanding...but I ask that you read Margo's ledger...her people...they spoke of the coming of the great wolf for centuries...they saw the fulfillment of the prophecy as justice against the white men who'd driven them from their lands...who forced them to live on scraps rather than pursue their destiny.."
The Queen continued " In the chambers below this mansion...I have gathered Ruinic tablets, ancient tomes and scrolls...from every corner of the world...written over the course off three thousand years...each speaks the same tale...each fortells the coming of the Great Wolf...only a few select wolves have beheld them...I ask now that you yourself study them..see them with your own eyes..." Natasha trailed off..." Perhaps they can convince you..where I have failed."
Erzuli stared stunned at Natasha...something inside this arrogant and vicious wolf had been deeply wounded, perhaps it was Erzuli's lack of acceptance...perhaps Natasha had expected Jubilance rather than questions...Erzuli could not tell...
" Jarin..." Natasha said turning from Erzuli " You will escort Your Mistress to the Chamber of Ages...there she is to be provided with anything she wishes..for as long as she desires."
The huge wolf nodded his head " As you wish my Queen.."
Natasha stared at the big wolf " You may stay with her...if she wishes it.."
Jarin again nodded " I understand my Queen.." the big wolf cut his eyes towards Brahg and then spoke " I would also urge my Queen to place the compound on alert..."
Natasha raised an eyebrow..." And why do you believe this is needed Commander" her tone now formal and composed ...
" Pack Leader Brahg feels we may ...encounter ..adversity ..perhaps tonight." Jarin said.
" And do you share Brahg's concerns Commander ?" Natasha asked..
Jarin paused for a moment, his eyes drifting to Erzuli, his desire to protect her overwhelming.." Yes my Queen.." The huge wolf said.." I do.."
Natasha nodded " Double the perimeter Guard...alert the Black Claw to stand ready."
" As you command my Queen" Replied Jarin
... At Lord Purifier Marilus' request , Administrator Kraub had poured over a plethora of cellular phone records, calling in three assistance to aid him in expediting his search...
Kraub had become quite frustrated, the rogue Hunter called Joker was indeed a crafty one...it seemed that he'd covered his call records ...auto reroute of some sort it would appear...as it seemed the only phone calls coming into or leaving his personal phone where all going to various take out and delivery numbers..
Of course Kraub knew this to be a falsehood, he himself had called the Hunters number...yet his own call was not recorded...oh yes...this Joker was indeed a cunning one Kraub thought...
" Have we located anything of interest on our subversive list..?" Kraub asked one of his assistance, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice...
He actually expected to hit yet another dead end when a small mousey looking man turned to him.." We may have something Chief Administrator.."
Kraub quickly moved his chair to the small desk from which the man was pouring over computerized call records....
" What is it Myers?...what have you found?" Kraub said..
The small man shrunk back, clearly fearful of his Commanding officer " W.W..well Chief Administrator..I..I..cross refrenced files...on known Network affiliates of Andy Bruss...his primary contact over the past year was Bernard Katz.."
Kraub's mouth puckered with distaste, he knew Katz...had strongly disliked the mans caviler ways and was somewhat relived when news of Katz death was passed through the Network..." Yes..I know..knew him." Kraub said
" Well.." Myers continued..." I checked into who was investigating Katz Death...who the Network had sent to close out his affairs..and came up with the name Sylvia Novack.."
Again Kraub frowned...he'd met the woman once, at the funeral of a high ranking Network offical..by the end of the affair Kraub had honestly hated the woman...she was even worse than Katz..
" And?" Kraub prodded the man...
" I pulled her call records for the past 48 hours...it appears she has both made and recieved calls to and from the number you have listed for this...Joker." Myers said.
Kraubs face split into a tight evil smile..." What other calls has she made..?"
Myers smiled, happy he had seemingly pleased the Chief Administrator " Several to various branches of the Network...a few to the First Bank of Manhattan..some to numbers listed as family...food deliveries...and three to a Network opperative..a smuggler named Jim Harris..AKA Flamingo Jim...he's listed as being near Prague at the moment...on river...if I.."
Kraub cut the man off..." You've done well Myers...compile the data...along with the most recent photos you can locate.."
Kraub moved to his own desk and picked up his phone, dailed and waited...a moment later his call was answered...
" This is Chief Administrator Kraub.." He said in a smooth and almost jovial tone..." I need information on any of our agents operating in or near Manhattan New York...I have a...problem I need handled as quickly as possiable."
(Ah Fitzz, I was originally going to write something a little different but as always you never cease to disappoint when it comes to similar ideas...)
Harlow marched on, now at the back of the procession, by himself with his thoughts, the night, and the sounds that came from it. The group's advance had been a little slower ever since they had all sensed...whatever it was on the air, something big was happening in this forest, something bad, he could feel it in his guts as they squirmed. Harlow tried to get it off his mind by focusing on the task at hand. He found that to be a less appetizing thought, what awaited them where they were headed? Ryan was dead set on getting his kid back and Harlow couldn't blame him. But he knew that what the big wolf was planning was tantamount to suicide, going up against all those wolves, just the six of them, it was nuts. It was the sort of thing that made Harlow question his own sanity for being involved in something like this...
He shook his head, the truth was that he had been in more insane situations before, with more odds stacked against them, and he had lived. From the day he had bitten until today, he had defied those odds, stared death in the face...and laughed. But he wondered at his last thoughts, about Ryan and his kid. He went back to that conversation he had with Natasha, what she had said about him and how earnestly she had wondered about his son. Harlow wondered to himself, there had to be another reason besides the fact that the baby was a pure blood that Natasha would risk the lives of her soldiers to get it back and risk the ire of Ryan, what was it?
And then a memory, a small but important one came back to him, and he finally thought he knew why...it all had to do with fortune, with destiny, with prophecy...
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June 26th, 1876
Crow Agency, Montana, USA
Harlow stood, rifle in hand, next to an assembled line of horse riding men, clad in blue uniforms and high class regalia which marked them out from the rest of the foot slogging army behind them as officers. With Harlow were several other rough looking men, native or familiar with the area. They stood there, on the lip of a grassy ridge overlooking the river below where the signs of life could be seen. Below them, miles off, fires were brewing as small smoke trails were easily distinguishable in the blue sky. Several tents could be seen along the river as well as dots in the distance which moved around like ants, denoting that men and women were congregated there, there were also many horses in the valley below. Harlow looked up to the man on the horse to his immediate left. The man held himself proudly, arrogantly, he had long curly hair and a groomed handlebar mustache. He looked out over the plain through a field glass and said nothing.
"What do you men think?" He finally asked, not looking away from the river valley. A few moments passed and the congregated officers said nothing, finally one spoke up.
"It seems to me that your plan was a success, sir, the redskins appear to not realize our advances." The man said, Harlow noted his ranking marks denoted him as a Captain.
"Thank you Mitch, but I wasn't talking to you." The long haired officer replied, looking down and to his right at Harlow.
"You ask me sir, your fethin nuts. You can only feth another guy over for so long until he fights back." Harlow said bluntly, looking up at the officer. The entire band of men glared at him, including the long haired, cowboy hatted officer.
"Look, you paid me to guide your men here, Colonel, what else do you want?" Harlow snapped. The Colonel smiled slightly and continued to look out at the plain. He saw what the Native Americans wanted him to see, a group of men and women, vulnerable to attack, easy pickings. Harlow watched the man look on in disgust, he was probably having dreams of a glorious charge and a victory parade back east.
"Sound the charge, Captain, and signal Reno's men forward on the right, Yates' on the left. We'll have those savages in before lunch today." The Colonel haughtily proclaimed, Harlow rolled his eyes.
"If that's all, sir, I think we'll be headed back to camp." He said and began to turn away with the other guides in tow. Without turning, the Colonel called to him.
"I'm afraid its not over yet, Harlow." He said, Harlow halted in his tracks, angered. "I contracted you and the others until this was over and it has yet to be, so unless you don't want to be paid, I'd suggest you stay on hand."
Harlow snarled, his lips curled in anger, he didn't like to admit it, but the man was right, he'd agreed to stay until after the engagement was over. He watched and listened as one of the officers blew a bugle and a host of horse riding soldiers charged down the hill towards the river. The hooves thumping in unison as they sped off, throwing grit and grass this way and that. Soon the hoof falls were quiet and far away, lending praise as to the speed of the horses. The company sailed off down the hill as the wind changed and blew itself back up towards the other men of the battalion sized force on the hill. Harlow watched them as they neared the trees near the river, he almost couldn't look as the men neared the encampment where all the women and children still stood in the open....
Wait...women and children? Harlow looked again, sure enough there were small figures of the Native American innocents standing down there, watching the cavalry charge as it neared...But where were the men that had been there just a minute ago? He didn't see them anywhere, where could they have gotten....He stopped, took a good whiff of the wind coming up at them. His eyes widened, he hadn't been cursed for very long but he knew the smell of wolf anywhere. Harlow ran up to Where the long haired Colonel was and grabbed his field glasses, much to the general flabbergastedness of the officers. Harlow looked down into the valley, amongst the trees, he watched intently, focusing his sight on them through the telescope. Sure enough, lithe figures darted between the trees he could see and realization flushed through his blood like ice water.
"Call off the charge!" He yelled to the long haired officer behind him, whirling on the man. The tall officer looked at him astonished and angry.
"Why in God's name should I do that?" He asked.
"Listen you stuck up piece of chicken gak, those men down there don't know what they're getting into, call off that charge or every single man under your command will be dead by sundown!" Harlow barked to the astonishment of both the guidesmen and the officers alike. The long haired officer squinted at him and then gazed back towards the charging men he had sent out.
"Even if I wanted to, I can't, they've already found glory, its too late." He said with a smile as he held his hand out, indicating Harlow to watch, which he did with horror. He watched as the first gunshots were exchanged and the men broke through the trees, he watched as the lines of horses and men began to break this way and that, he watched as men were thrown from their mounts and horses spooked, galloping off in terror as huge figures barreled at them from the trees, he watched, like most of them did, in horrid, slack jawed, fascination as those same figures ripped into men, staining their blue uniforms red, and devoured them like animals.
"You know, you're right." Harlow mumbled to himself. "It is too late."
The charge was decimated, routed, and followed by several dozen bounding wolves that snarled after there prey. They were followed by whooping masses of spear, bow, and rifle wielding warriors on horseback that churned up dust so hard the cloud was visible for miles around. The soldiers held a line and held their ground, watching beings spawned from night terrors come alive before them and gallop across the plains. Harlow looked around him, men shook with fear, their legs shaking, he was pissed, they should be running, they should all be running while they still could, but no, that long haired glory hog insisted his men stay and his sycophantic officers followed his orders even in the face of death. As the two lines closed, gunfire began to become widespread, rapid, it pelted down around all of them, whizzing by like angry insects and implanting themselves near their feet. Every few seconds a horse rider from either side would fall over onto the ground and his mount would run off or the horse would fall over dead, taking the rider screaming with it...
But that wasn't as bad as the wolves who bounded, not stopped by bullets or blades, they ran headlong into the wide eyed groups of soldiers and tore both horses and men apart. Harlow fired into their midst as they advanced snarling, sending many onto their backs with silver rounds embedded or passing through them. The entire time, Harlow had his teeth gritted, this definitely wasn't how he'd imagined dying, a noose of wolves and blooded redskins closing around him, howling, whooping with battle fury. The soldiers retreated across the plains as they could, leaving their dead wherever they went. They finally came to a ridge that would later be called "Last Stand Hill." There, the last of the Colonel's men, including the Colonel himself, died, either by bullets, arrows, claws or fangs. Harlow stood upon the hill alone, he'd been shot multiple times and even been hit in the leg by and arrow. His rifle was out of ammo and so was his shotgun, all he had left to him were his revolvers and then only six rounds each.
Around him, men bled to death, died, moaned, horses whined as they lay limp, and as the sun came to its apex in the sky, the wolves began to close in around him, slowly, their eyes and claws bent on his blood. He stared at them, his head bowed, his teeth bared as well. Moments passed and eventually, as if on some unseen que, the wolves began charging him two or three at a time. His pistols were raised deftly and the cracks that echoed across the plain were followed by the animal cries of pain from the throats of many wolves who fell on their faces, just paces from where he stood. The final wolf that charged him put gashes across his chest with a swat of its massive paw, the two went end over end, struggling, yelling, snarling, cursing, but the beast was finally brought low by Harlow's silver knife. Harlow, maddened by blood and fury, pulled the blade from the wolf's neck and dropped it from his crimson coated hands. He looked around, his eyes darting, he had only one chance, w growl of resignation, he began the grisly transformation, hoping that he could break out of his surrounding attackers, maybe overpower a few and make a galloping run for it. Roaring a challenge, the monstrous form of Harlow bounded for the thinnest part of the line around him. Shots cracked out from the crowd of horsemen and Harlow felt his body become pelted by burning fire as silver rounds hit him from different angles, he fell onto his side, tired, wounded, bloody, probably dying, with a loud whimper. He panted and struggled to breathe, the sun beating down on him as if watching his demise. He heard the natives call and whoop for their victory and as his vision faded, he saw the furred and clawed hands of other wolves reaching out to him...
He awoke to more darkness, smoke, warmth, and incredible pain. He was aware of voices which spoke in non understandable language around him and of one that came to his ears over the others.
"Ah, the white wolf awakens..." He said.
"Where am I?" Harlow asked almost to weak to speak.
"It matters not, you must stay here until you are well, then you will be shown our truth. For now, rest, warrior of the white man." The voice said. Harlow wanted to find the figure the voice belonged to but the pain came back in waves and he allowed himself the peace of oblivion again.
For a week, Harlow remained in the company of the Native Americans, who he learned were a mix of Lakota, Cheyenne, and Arapaho. Harlow had never spent time amongst redskins and the experience was uncomfortable but he did not have a choice. He was not allowed to leave until he was healed fully from his wounds. At first, he worried of the full moon, it was to come only a few days after the battle, he warned the native translator who was his constant companion and the man just smiled and nodded but didn't say much else. The next night was the full moon and many of the inhabitants of the the camp were affected by it, including Harlow. Fortunately, the tribes had many traditions concerning the moon which involved ways of controlling the frenzy; there were mounds of flesh that were prepared as well as strange spirit dances and other rituals that Harlow did not understand but seemed to have a calming affect on all the wolves present, including him. The next morning, he was declared healthy by the shaman and was ordered to sit with him as well as the translator.
"You have healed well, now you must hear our truth from the eldest." The translator said.
"Why?" Harlow asked confusedly. "Why all this, why am I not dead, why have you done all this for me?" He truly wanted to know, he had expected to die many times in the past few days. The translator smiled softly.
"Not many of our kind are left, the wolf men, the blessed of the great ones who roam the sky. Even less are the ones like you, the mighty fanged, it would be a crime against the earth to kill one so strong." he said.
"But I am a white man, your enemy, my people have slaughtered your own for many years." Harlow persisted, still not understanding.
"Which makes you all the more special, we have seen white wolves before , but none like you, your spirit is strong and good, the eldest have said, not so weak like the white men, you are different we think."
"What about the battle on the plain? I killed many of your warriors..." Harlow said, trailing off as he decided it would not be best to remind the man. The Indian seemed not to mind though.
"Yes, you fought well, Chief Crazy Horse was surprised at how fiercely you defended yourself. Do not worry about the dead for they fought well and now walk with great ones, you have earned the eldest's respect for your bravery and the fact that you lived, not many warriors could have after so much silver had entered their bodies. Now quiet, the eldest must speak."
The "eldest" whom Harlow assumed was the man wearing a wolf pelt on his head as well as many talismans and face paint, was seated across the tent from Harlow with another man whom Harlow knew must have been the chief from his headdress. The eldest began speaking in native tongue, his voice was old and reflected his own age.
"He says his name is Red Claw, he is famous in our people, a wolf of many years, as long as the hills have been alive and the sky has been above the earth, he has walked the lands." The translator said. "He remembers a time many years ago when the red men were blessed by the great ones with land and even the blessing of the wolf men who guarded that land. Then many years ago, the white men came and have taken that land, our people have dwindled but we still hold on to the legends we have been taught. It has been said that one day, the wolf men will rise again, lead by one who is born of the pure blood and that all others will be cast away. This we believe is the eventual fate of the white man, though our people, the first wolf men, are few, and the ones pure of blood are even fewer, it will come to pass because the great ones have said it."
The stories and tales went on for the entire afternoon, the details of which Harlow listened intently. At the end, he was allowed to leave, given his weapons and clothes back as well as a horse. The translator, whom Harlow learned was named Falling Cloud, was the last to speak with him.
"Why did your eldest tell me all that? Why do you people trust me with your sagas?"
"You may be a white man, but you are also a wolf man, and so you are kin. He is sure that the legend of the wolf men is not told amongst the white wolves, it is important for all the wolf men to know what is to come." The man said simply and said goodbye to Harlow.
That afternoon, Harlow moved away from the Little Bighorn river, a little more curious and now aware of the history and possibly the future of his kind.
... Natasha exited the ballroom, Kerri following close behind along with a host of personal Guards...
A few remaining guest lounged about...but by and large the ballroom stood empty save for a group of human servants who were busily cleaning up the aftermath of the feast...
Erzuli stepped close to Jarin..." This chamber Natasha spoke of...have you seen it..?"
Jarin nodded " On occasion..my..duties never concerned it's content very much though...but I have visited it...once"
The Pure Blood shook her head "..And these...records...kept through the ages...what of them?"
Again Jarin nodded " Many tomes, ancient books and scrolls...some so old they would crumble to dust if handled...one a Runic tablet...from my very village...or what was my village five hundred years ago...it's content a prophecy of what many human scholars have interpeted as Ragnarock...the Rise of the Fenris Wolf...who shall one day devour the Sun and hold dominace over mankind.."
Erzuli stared at the huge wolf..." And you believe these...writings...?"
Jarin sighed " I have for all my time as a Lycan...I have ...done much to bring the prophecy about.."
Erzuli lowered her head "...And you believe I..or Natasha are ..or somehow both of us are meant to fulfill it..?"
Jarin let his palm stroke the Pure Bloods cheek...his eyes locking with hers..." I know ...I feel that you are meant to do great things.." the big wolf said..." Erzuli...I sensed that about you from the moment we met...there is a streagth in you unlike any I've ever felt...greater even than Natasha.."
Erzuli placed her hand softly on Jarin's chest and sighed "...Show me this chamber then..."
As they walked down the long hallway back to their private chambers Kerri spoke in hushed whispers to her Queen " How can you permit her to question you My Mistress?" she said angrily..
" I..understand her hesitence young one...I too was overwhelmed when first I learned my destiny.." Natasha replied..
" It is an outrage.." Kerri continued.." ..You place her in a posisition second only to you and she repays you by mocking the prophecy!!"
Natasha spun with blinding speed, the back of her hand striking the young wolf across her face,knocking her to the floor..
" You will mind your tongue young one!!" Natasha roared " My decisions concerning my sister are my affairs and not yours to question.."
Kerri stared up at her Mistress, wiping blood from her mouth " Forgive me my Queen.." The young wolf said, tears brimming in her eyes " It just pains me to see her refuse you.."
Natasha helped the woman up and kissed her softly, licking the blood away , her hands stroking Kerri's hair.." But she hasn't refused me yet...has she my Love..?"
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:FITZZ I really don't know why you are exaggerating how much Dez will die, seeing as Andy killed two freaking ancient vampires!
... ..Why is this the third morning I've gotten up to these sorts of post from you Kais?
...Are you in some sort of competition with Nachos ...or other PCs that I'm unaware of where you tally up "kills" ?...or is it a veiled attempt to imply favoritism ?...
...Let me attempt to make this sparkling clear, this RP is not the "Andy" show or the " Vegas" show...Nor is it the "Dez" show...
Andy killed two "freaking ancient vampires"( over the course of two RPs) because Nachos put his character into those situations and the dice rolls went his way...and he's been banged to hell and back in the process...
The Narative will create events...Characters will engage in them..and they will live or die...that's how it goes.
..I suppose i can understand that, but in honesty the picture was a bit of a joke...in much the same way I've busted Nachos and others chops throughout the course of these RPs...don't take it that seriously...not saying that Dez won't die...that can always happen...just ask "Vegas"...but...it wasn't an jab at you in anything other than the lightest humour...though admitedly my sense of humour is a bet macabre at times....
Anyway...I have to get my tail off to work...stop being so concerned with who's killed what and just try to enjoy the ride...
Have a nice day and I'll be checking in on everyone around lunchtime..
ineptus astartes wrote:gee warork, that was impressive, I was thinking it was originally going to be Sand Creek but then suspected Little Bighorn...
Nah, Sand Creek happened in 1864...wasn't nearly as bad for the Americans from what I've read either....
@ Shas...Yeah I'd say if you and Natasha got to go toe to toe, there's the possibility of you winning...but lets face it, the reality is that Dez will most likely die (or at least get seriously injured) in that situation, besides you really want him to end up like Andy? One handed, and insane from loosing all of his loved ones?
And yeah...the body thing was supposed to be a joke...how do you think I felt when Fitzz told me Harlow might be dead when I got back from vacation? I knew it was a joke but still, that didn't extinguish any doubts I had...
FITZZ wrote:et me attempt to make this sparkling clear, this RP is not the "Andy" show or the " Vegas" show...Nor is it the "Dez" show...
Andy killed two "freaking ancient vampires"( over the course of two RPs) because Nachos put his character into those situations and the dice rolls went his way...and he's been banged to hell and back in the process...
The Narative will create events...Characters will engage in them..and they will live or die...that's how it goes.
Exactly, and to also make it clear, Andy did in fact die but was lucky enough to have Vegas around at the time to resurrect him as a werewolf. In fact if Andy does indeed survive this RP I have plans to further rake him over the coals because that's the way I roll.
And as far as the kills go, that's the way Andy is, he's a bit of a braggart. He's a cocky son of a gun so any 'kills' he gets he proudly talks about, that's just in his character. As far as killing them, as Fitzz said I put Andy into those situations and he's been hurt but managed to come out on top because of his gear that he no longer has and backup that he also doesn't have. In the first RP Wendy had vampire killing blades and attacked the same fallen as Andy, the sword finished it. In the second RP Andy just about lost but I told Fitzz about my plans and had all of the gear beforehand. So whenever Andy does something with a piece of gear, its a piece of gear I made damn sure to include either in the RP or in the PMs I send to Fitzz,
Right now Andy has no gear except for his vampire talisman which is the amulet he wears, that's why I am incredibly skeptical over attacking hunters or anything else.
Hell, the boat that's supposed to be our way out is probably going to be sunk, blown up, or abducted by aliens and Sylvia herself is probably going to die at the hands of some hunters under Kraub. But I am planning on that happening because Fittz is good on making things difficult which makes for a good story.
Yeah sorry, I think I was just in a bad mood or something, and I take "killing bosses" a bit too seriously, and its just because I felt Dez hasn't really made that much of an "impression", and hasn't had a "good kill" or something...
Claudius laced his fingers and rested them in front of his lips, he breathed out of his nose and felt the air run across his hands. The paperwork in front of him was troubling and he picked one up and mulled it over, Pontius had been killed in Prague and the name of the perpetrator was also listed. He tuttered as he set it back down and rubbed his hand on his forehead in thought.
"Why in the hell did he have to do that?" he thought to himself as he looked up at the vaulted ceiling above him. His office was a dark green color with black marble columns in each corner, soft classical music played in the back ground. A speaker system sat in a mahogany book case set along the entire back wall behind him. The shelves were filled with parchments and rolls and fluttered as he turned the chair around to look over them. He found the right parchment and pulled it out, unrolling it he found the signed names of Brandon and Elizabeth Bruss. Underneath he found a similar parchment lacking only one thing, a single signature.
"Sir, is there something troubling you?" Gerald asked from the doorway.
"This investment is being rather troublesome." Claudius sighed, "I watch their bloodline for over two centuries, find the traits I want and then this. He's killed Pontius in front of, in front of just about every single vampire in Prague. He did have a son though, with a..." with a flurry of movement he searched through the papers on his desk, "Wendy Grouse, no desirable traits there. I had planned for him to mate with one of the others, but if he gets out of Prague we'll have to confront him."
"Sir, why not just kill Andy. I knew he was trouble as soon as he killed Azazeal, I was also told he may be a werewolf." Gerald said politely, "It would be no trouble to send Brian and Chensiv to deal with him."
"A werewolf," Claudius rubbed the bottom of his chin, "even more bothering, but still usable. The other kin may not be accepting at first, but in the position he'll be who knows. Maybe the others will take happiness in knowing that we have one of the wolves underfoot. Poor Pontius though, I probably should've told him about Andy would've saved a lot of trouble.".
"You know how he was though sir, he viewed them all as cattle." Gerald spoke up.
"You will watch your tongue when you mention his name, he may have had different ideas concerning the humanii but he was still a lot smarter than you and was certainly much older." Claudius said with a slight tension before softening his demeanor, "Other then that, yes he did have differing opinions. I saw cattle as well, but I also saw potential among them. Like the thoroughbreds who race for their enjoyment, bred for certain characteristics, some humanii seem to be exactly like them.".
"So what was the trait you were looking for in the Bruss bloodline sir?" Gerald asked, "I've always been there when you were planning, but you've never really told me exactly what you were looking for.".
"Really, I've never told you?" Claudius mused, "I guess I should have, you would've understood so much more." he cleared his throat as he pulled more parchments off of the shelf and splayed one onto his desk, "Come here Gerald, this is the Bruss family tree. I've been following them for awhile like I said, and I like what I see."
"What exactly is that sir?" Gerald asked again.
"The Bruss men tend to be incredibly violent." Claudius smirked, "Vampires thirst for blood, but the Bruss's are bloodthirsty. See this, this is Brandon Bruss, Andy's father. Do you remember the Bosnian War? Brandon was among those killing people in Sarajevo, all suspected werewolves or collaborators of course, but he killed over 35 of them."
"How do you know this sir?" Gerald shrugged, "It was a war zone.".
"We have ways of knowing," Claudius said as he moved his finger up the tree, "this here is James Bruss, he was a hunter during the war. He managed to kill and torture 25 SS officers under suspicion that they were wolves, he was also the one who pushed for the order to kill all SS troops and paratroopers on sight which led to the deaths of over 1,000 additional people. Franklin Bruss was the instigator of the Wounded Knee Massacre after the Battle of Little Big Horn proved that wolves existed among the natives."
"Really no mention of vampires though sir, have they killed wolves exclusively or..." Gerald was cut off.
"No, they've killed members of our kin, but seeing as though its rather hard to capture us in a state where we're able to be tortured they haven't been able to do the same to us." Claudius said, "They're a bloodletting bunch, and I wanted to join their bloodline with that of the Orlovs. With the Orlov's loyalty and sense of duty coupled with the Bruss's tendency to kill wolves and their friends in such gruesome ways, they could've been excellent servants." he sighed.
"As you said sir, there may still be a chance." Gerald piped up to distract Claudius.
"Thank you Gerald," Claudius nodded, "we'll have to see. Maybe adding wolf blood to the mix will make it even better, although one has to wonder if werewolves can mate with human females... well, we'll find out in due time. Until then we'll have to see if can get out of Prague alive.".
FITZZ wrote: Hmm, The Bruss family back story deepens...good stuff Nachos....but your "main vamps" name changed half way through your RP...
Sorry, I'm a bit heat stroked. In a muggy shed for a couple hours or so while taking transmissions apart to differentiate aluminum from steel will do that, I'm also stripping motors for copper and other metals.
FITZZ wrote: Hmm, The Bruss family back story deepens...good stuff Nachos....but your "main vamps" name changed half way through your RP...
Sorry, I'm a bit heat stroked. In a muggy shed for a couple hours or so while taking transmissions apart to differentiate aluminum from steel will do that, I'm also stripping motors for copper and other metals.
I completely understand as the vast majority of my life is spent in a muggy ( well, hot as nine hells) shop , under or on top of some sort of vehicle....I've honestly grown to loathe cars..
Anyway...no harm no foul...just something I noticed...
FITZZ wrote: Hmm, The Bruss family back story deepens...good stuff Nachos....but your "main vamps" name changed half way through your RP...
Sorry, I'm a bit heat stroked. In a muggy shed for a couple hours or so while taking transmissions apart to differentiate aluminum from steel will do that, I'm also stripping motors for copper and other metals.
I completely understand as the vast majority of my life is spent in a muggy ( well, hot as nine hells) shop , under or on top of some sort of vehicle....I've honestly grown to loathe cars..
Anyway...no harm no foul...just something I noticed...
Thanks for it though, I surely wouldn't have. I was influenced by my Latin book, it was about a guy named Cornelius so even though I wanted it to be Claudius I got it confused.
FITZZ wrote: Hmm, The Bruss family back story deepens...good stuff Nachos....but your "main vamps" name changed half way through your RP...
Sorry, I'm a bit heat stroked. In a muggy shed for a couple hours or so while taking transmissions apart to differentiate aluminum from steel will do that, I'm also stripping motors for copper and other metals.
I completely understand as the vast majority of my life is spent in a muggy ( well, hot as nine hells) shop , under or on top of some sort of vehicle....I've honestly grown to loathe cars..
Anyway...no harm no foul...just something I noticed...
Thanks for it though, I surely wouldn't have. I was influenced by my Latin book, it was about a guy named Cornelius so even though I wanted it to be Claudius I got it confused.
Amusingly, reguardless of the context in which I hear or read the name Cornelius, the first image that immediately jumps to my mind is Roddy McDowell in his Planet of The Apes make up.
Planet of the Apes, roman named monkeys. I'm sure they did that for some reason; Roman society was incredibly important to modern day society, the Romans are the inspiration for our medical terminology, or maybe its the simple fact that a monkey with a fancy roman name is amusing.
halonachos wrote:Planet of the Apes, roman named monkeys. I'm sure they did that for some reason; Roman society was incredibly important to modern day society, the Romans are the inspiration for our medical terminology, or maybe its the simple fact that a monkey with a fancy roman name is amusing.
You could be on to something, the choice of names for the characters in the POTA novel by Pierre Boulle are basicly the same ones used in the first three films, perhaps Boulle felt they added an air of " Authoritarian Society" to his " Ape Culture".
Kind of like the guys who made Aliens wanted to make guys and gals feel uncomfortable while watching the movies, there are reasons why certain things are the way they are.
halonachos wrote:Kind of like the guys who made Aliens wanted to make guys and gals feel uncomfortable while watching the movies, there are reasons why certain things are the way they are.
.. It's all about nuance and execution , for example..look at the "space battles" in both Lucus Star Wars and Corman's Battle beyond the Stars...esentialy your watching the same thing, plastic models of space ships blowing up, but due to execution...Star Wars comes of as iconic while Battle beyond the Stars comes of as Moronic...
...Anyway, I've had one hell of a day...so I may not be doing any write ups tonight...but I hope all of you guys can get some RPs up, I'm really enjoying what ya'll are coming up with.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I thought Dez, Joker, Andy, Bjorn and the crew were just waiting for an event...
... I may be wrong, its just that I can;t really of anything else that needs to be done...
That's really my fault, I'd planned some write ups last night, but really wasn't up to doing them when I got home...
I have some ideas that I will get up today that will be leading to an event for Dez/Andy/Joker/Bjorn...
EDIT:.Since I'm awake, sort of, I'll try to write something up so you guys have some material to work with...gimme a few minutes.
... Sylvia Novak reentered the hotel lobby, having finally broken down and allowed herself a brief repose from her frantic attempts to coordinate an escape for the Hunters in Prague...
She'd opted to walk several blocks down from her Hotel and treat herself to a Chinese dinner, she was a glutton when it came to General Tso Chicken and Pork fried rice and had quite enjoyed her meal and the walk back to the Hotel through the busy New York streets.
Now, entering the lobby, the woman froze, an icy chill ran up her spine and her knees felt as though they would no longer support her...
There at the front desk, speaking with the Hotel manager stood two individules she quickly realized where agents of the Six Fingered Hand...
She'd seen their agents before, and the two large men at the front desk were clearly operatives of their order...from the matching black suits, close cropped hair and stoic mannerisms down to the " Purifier Cross" tattooed onto the backs of their left hands....these were men sent to find her....men who could not be reasoned with...men who had come for the sole purpose of " Cleansing" as they reffered to it...
...Somehow...someway...the Six Fingered Hand had discovered she was aiding Bruss...and now...they had come for her.
For an instant Sylvia considered fleeing back into the street, running and never looking back...but no...she resolved herself that she must not ..no matter how scared she was...allow these maniacs to win out...she had to find a way to let the Hunters in Prague know she'd been discovered...and that perhaps they had been as well...
Moving quickly across the lobby to the elevators Sylvia pushed the call button and waited, time seemed to stand still as she waited for the elevator to deccend ...praying the two men at the desk would not turn and see her...
After what seemed an eternity the metal doors slid open and Sylvia quickly slopped into the realitive safety of the elevator, punching the button for her floor with a sigh of relief...
...In an instant, she was in her Hotel room..phone in hand...her heart pounding...the recently enjoyed meal threatining to come up...
She dialed Jokers number and waited ...again feeling seconds draw out into a seeming eternity...
" Sylvia..?" Came Jokers voice..." What you got?"
The woman spoke rapidly, almost breathlessly " Joker...listen...I have to talk fast...the Purifiers are downstairs..and I may not have much longer.."
" sylvia..get out of there" Joker said quickly..his voice filled with concern..
" Just shut up and listen...if they know about me...they proabaly know about you" she said " And the plan....I'm sending you Jim's number...and our code word...you may have to alter the pick up plans..."
" I can do that.." Joker said "...now..get the hell out of there...make it to a Network safe house..."
" I'm out the door now" Sylvia replied.." Good luck...I'll...try to get back in contact ...if I can.."
" Good luck Sylvia" Joker sais as the phone went dead...
Grabbing her bag and stuffing in various scattered files , Sylvia moved for the door...checking the loads in her pistol quickly before entering the hallway...
Again she found herself waiting for the elevator....praying the doors would not open to reveal the two agents from downstairs...
As the doors slid open she exhailed in relife ...the car was empty..." Thank you God" she repeated softly as she stepped into the elevator and reached to press the button for the lobby...already planning a quick dash for a cab..
A hand like a vice reached through the closing door and clamped around her wrist...
Sylvia uttered a starttled scream of both pain and surprise as her wrist snapped and she was savagely torn from the elevator...
" Ms. Novak" The Purifier said...his eyes glaring into hers.." We have much we must discuss..."
Sylvia tried to scream again...but a fist the size of a canned ham smashed into her face and the world went black around her..
Suzie removed the dressing on Isaacs wound. The bandage was dyed red with his blood. Yet now the wound had completley healed. Now Isaac was cursed just like her.
Can you walk yet Isaac?
I think so, what do you require of me?
We must go our Clan requires it of us, not me, to help retake Prague for the undead. if you can walk yuou can wield a blade, even a dagger will do.
When did this happen?
about an hour ago Caine gave the order, The Opperniki and Juli will be the first wave.
Suzie stood up and took a silvered spear from a alcove and donned a Red robe as all the Juli in the house were doing. grabbing 2 daggers she gave one to Isaac.
we must go now, or we will be left behind and punished.
OOC: @Fitzz/mordo
was this what you had in mind when coming up with th Juli guards
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Whats the second image?
I just got the idea from the whole red robes and spear thing, but they are fairly romanic as well i feel
Second image is one of some Gladiator armor I saw a while back and thought " Huh...reminds me of what the Vampire Juli might wear.."
Basicly I see them as a combination of Legionare and Gladiator...armored and pretty damn vicious...perhaps throw in a bit of Brad Pitts Achiles from Troy as well...
Now the Opriknikki...Cosaks...huge, massive incredibly monsterous Cosaks.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Whats the second image?
I just got the idea from the whole red robes and spear thing, but they are fairly romanic as well i feel
Second image is one of some Gladiator armor I saw a while back and thought " Huh...reminds me of what the Vampire Juli might wear.."
Basicly I see them as a combination of Legionare and Gladiator...armored and pretty damn vicious...perhaps throw in a bit of Brad Pitts Achiles from Troy as well...
Now the Opriknikki...Cosaks...huge, massive incredibly monsterous Cosaks.
:Like Brain Blessed and Hagrids murderous offspring would be
Howdy folks. I may have gone on holiday for a week more than I said, but what they hell, I was in good company, and the weather was grand, so I'm not regretting it. However, might I ask for a quick rundown of what happened? I've gathered Ryan shredded a trio of werewolves in a fit of rage, and that Lisa and Vegas died. Did Holly greave at all?
Either way I'm sure I'll eventually get back into this rp, my only issue is I'm slightly out of my depth; stuff has happened and I don't understand.
ghosty wrote:Howdy folks. I may have gone on holiday for a week more than I said, but what they hell, I was in good company, and the weather was grand, so I'm not regretting it. However, might I ask for a quick rundown of what happened? I've gathered Ryan shredded a trio of werewolves in a fit of rage, and that Lisa and Vegas died. Did Holly greave at all?
Either way I'm sure I'll eventually get back into this rp, my only issue is I'm slightly out of my depth; stuff has happened and I don't understand.
Ah! The prodigal son returns!
Yeah, it was rather bad for us, and yes, Holly did have a wee bit of a moment that I described in one of my posts and later expressed her eagerness to get back at Natasha, also in one of my posts...
Vegas is dead...which Sillyboy has yet to see, I feel sorry for him...Lets see, its the middle of the full moon, and there are six of us together now: Harlow, Holly, Star, Ryan, Musater, and Longar, who have banded together in the hopes of taking on Natasha (don't ask me how that's going to work.) Cassanova is in the possession of Natasha...Dez and Andy have split off after the fight and are now at some sort of dock area awaiting a pick up from an NPC hunter who has been caught trying to help Andy and Vegas by a band of puritan hunters (think witch hunters) oh yeah, and Joker's helping them as well along with Bjorn and whatever NPCs those two have...
And Andy is slowly loosing his mind...other than that its a lot of backstory...I myself am unsure of where Ryan and his group are headed exactly or where the Six fingered hand group is headed either...but we are nearing the end so Mordo and Fitzz are going to be busy tying all that up nicely for us soon...maybe...
But, welcome back ghosty, its really good to see you've returned!
The attack on the Crooked House didn't go so well. Vegas as you know had been turned into a werewolf and was put into a dungeon temporarily while Andy and the others dealt with the deal Andy had made with Pontius. Andy tricked Pontius and there was a big fight. Sven, Ace, Pontius, Oliver, Wendy, and Andy died in the fight. Joker took Andy's son back to America, but came back with reinforcements.
Vegas bit dead Andy and turned Andy into a werewolf. Werewolf Andy and Vegas met up with Holly and Lisa. Harlow was abducted by Natasha and then released with a big bag of money that had a tracker in it. Harlow found Andy, Holly, Lisa, and Vegas and they waited around until Ryan and Star showed up with Cassanova. Dez then showed up saying that he wanted to fight Natasha because she was holding his father(Carl) hostage.
There was a fight at the warehouse they were hiding out at and Lisa and Vegas both died in that fight. Casanova was abducted by Natasha's goons and after that Musater showed up with Longar proposing they join sides to fight Natasha. Andy is a bit off of his nutter and ran a different way with Dez, Ryan and the others tried to follow them at first, but were disrupted and ran into the forest.
There's a group of uber-purist hunters who are hunting down Andy now that Vegas is dead. They shot up a bunch of wounded civilians and one of them was killed by Musater, but the hunters got reinforcements and are now tracking Andy. Sylvia is another hunter who is trying to get Andy and Vegas(but she's dead) out of Prague and is using Joker, Rook, and Bjorn(who was trying to figure out what happened to Sven) to help Andy get out. Sylvia has been abducted by the purist hunters, so right now Joker is being told to go to a different safe house while they lay a trap for the purist hunters.
Ryan and the others are planning on fighting Natasha.
As far as the vampires go, Lilith met Cain and has been given the night of the full moon to kill Scarlett. Suzie is mad at Andy for killing Pontius and all of the Crooked House is arming themselves to fight the wolves under Natasha's control.
Natasha is a picture perfect comic book villain and is trying to fulfill a prophecy of creating uberwolves by mating purebloods with purebloods. Erzuli is with them and is being shown all of the information about the prophecy.
Now back to the vampires. Scarlett, Olivia, Nero, and Giles(a friend of Nero's) are becoming some sort of super vampire that feeds off of vampires. They are pretty much incredibly bad ass at the moment, the best comparison I could have for them is a combination of Las Plagas from Resident Evil 4 and 5 and the super vampire from Blade 2, the one with an enclosed chest of bone who could split their chin open like the Predator from Predator. Really scary gak, but seductive scary gak. Well at least when they aren't mutatin' up a storm or eating vampires.
Sorry for not really posting much today guys, Son had TKD testing and the Missus has Family visiting...so busy with real life and all.
I'll get some stuff up soon though.
...And welcome back ghosty, hope I handled Ryan to your liking.
Welcome back ghosty, hope you had a very enjoyable holiday...
... and of course, I think basically everything was said, but I'm not sure whether anybody mentioned that Dez will want to team up with Longar, Musater, Ryan, etc. because he thinks he has a bigger right than anyone to kill Natasha...
I wonder how the mechanics of this work. FITZZ said dice rolls. I actually used that as a basis for my Star Wars RP. but I was wondering about the difference between this and Space Hulk, where inactive players are killed off.
ineptus astartes wrote:I wonder how the mechanics of this work. FITZZ said dice rolls. I actually used that as a basis for my Star Wars RP. but I was wondering about the difference between this and Space Hulk, where inactive players are killed off.
Space Hulk, being one of Darko's RP's will more than likely have Darko deciding the outcome of events based on a combination of PMs from the PC's and his own take on how the event should play out...
I myself utilize those same aspects, but also use dice/stats system in combat as well ( just to add some of the crazy randomness that occurs in a real life fight)...
As for killing off inactive players...I simply decide on ways to kill them that fit with the story...then pull the trigger.
aha...pull the trigger, boy that reminds me of the serials here, there aws this one where an apparently good actor was having his character exocuted. the weapon clicked. a ketchup bottle poked from behind the guy's head and squirted condinments around and he threw aut his arms and said. 'arg' this was apparently a serious movie.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Welcome back ghosty, hope you had a very enjoyable holiday...
... and of course, I think basically everything was said, but I'm not sure whether anybody mentioned that Dez will want to team up with Longar, Musater, Ryan, etc. because he thinks he has a bigger right than anyone to kill Natasha...
... and will of course need a lot of help...
I'm almost hoping this ends with Andy somehow killing Natasha.
darksage wrote:I'm almost hoping this ends with Andy somehow killing Natasha.
Sounds like the subject of one of Halo's silly posts...one that will probably involve him riding in on Jesus' bike and decapitating her before turning the corpse into cotton candy etc. etc.
Andy sat in the warehouse with the others, waiting for the inevitable attack by the Six Fingered Hand patiently. He hummed to himself as he held a conversation in his own head, the others oblivious to the amount of discussion that was going on. "No, I'm not buying any fething doileys for the house." he shouted out loud and startled the others. Andy looked around in embarrassment before saying, "Sorry, Wendy wants to redecorate when we get home." apologetically. The moment was ruined when the wolves burst in through the front door.
"Andy, we need you to kill Natasha!" they all said in a frightening unison.
"Me, why?" Andy asked bewildered.
"Because the vampires hate you, the hunters hate you, and a lot of wolves hate you too." Holly piped up.
"Yes, we figured that if you killed Natasha for us then we wouldn't have to worry about losing any friends over it." Musater added,
"So you want me to kill Natasha so that way you guys don't have to worry about them being mad at you?" Andy asked.
"Yes." Ryan added.
"If you guys kill her then its all over, so why don't you just do it?" Andy asked.
"Because if we lose then she'll torture the hell out of us, and not in the good way!" Musater said loudly as the other wolves turned to stare at him, "What? You guys don't do that kind of thing?".
"No, not at all." Holly said while the others shook their heads.
"Well that's a bit, uh... well let's pretend I never said that." Musater said as he rubbed his head, "Anyways Andy, can you please kill Natasha.".
"My schedule's full." Andy said as he pulled out a notebook and began flipping pages, "I need to fight some hunters, get my ass kicked, find another hunter, go home, get screwed over by a vampire, and then maybe I'll have some... nope wait nevermind it looks like I'm going to be busy at least until the next RP."
"Andy, come on." Musater said as he put his arm around Andy's shoulder, "Natasha's pad has all of these awesome spa's, a weight room, gym, rec room with 62 inch flatscreens, and all of these awesome things. If you fight her, lose and die then we can still use them all and if you win well you win."
"So what you're telling me is that you want me to kill Natasha so that way you can still use her TVs if I die?"
"Well when you put it that way it sounds bad." Musater continued, "Let's just say that you don't have a choice."
"I have a choice you idiot, I have these other guys here with me." Andy said angrily. Musater grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to show him the other wolves finishing off Joker, Bjorn, and Dez. Andy looked at Musater who just shrugged, "You guys are dicks." Andy said with a grumble as they headed towards Natasha's Crib.
....................
"Okay Andy, you know the plan. Go in there, challenge her and win!" Musater said as he patted Andy on the back. Andy walked into the large building with ease and disappeared from the other werewolves' views.
Inside Andy looked around and found a werewolf snoozing in the corner. Andy walked up to the wolf and tapped him on the shoulder, the wolf woke up groggily, "Hey buddy, where's Natasha?".
"Oh, over there." the werewolf yawned.
"Thank you buddy." Andy said as he walked towards a room with red double doors. A woman was laying in bed with another one and they suddenly stopped rolling around, "Sorry to interrupt your game of twister." Andy said as he waved his hand, "But first of all there's no colored dots on the mat..."
"We were having sex you moron, who the hell let you in?" one of them shouted as she pulled the covers up over herself.
"Oh, that's what that is." Andy said as he put his hands on his head, "Anyways, I was wondering if one of you was Natasha."
"I'm Natasha" the one who was still holding the covers over herself said, "who are you and what do you want."
"Oh, my name's Andy and I was supposed to challenge you to a duel or something and potentially die." Andy shrugged, "But I was told that you had some nice things."
"You said that you came here to challenge me, and then you compliment me?" Natasha said in disgust, "You think you can have me?"
"What! God no lady, I wasn't talking about you. They said you were a total bitch and not nice at all. I was talking about the rec room and the TVs." Andy was taken aback.
"Oh, well let's get this challenge over with then." Natasha looked over at Kerri, "Should just be a few seconds."
"Hey now, I don't want to challenge you." Andy said putting his hand up motioning for Natasha to stop, "I want to make a deal."
"Okay then, make the deal."
"I tell you who wanted me to challenge you and where they are, and all I want is one of the 62 inch TVs." Andy said and watched as Natasha mulled it over.
"Okay then, you have a deal." Natasha reached her hand out to shake Andy's.
"Yeah..." ANdy said slowly, "I'm not going to touch that, but we have a deal.".
.................................
"Damn you Andy!" Musater shouted as he was dragged away in chains along with the others.
"Thanks for the TV!" Andy shouted back to him as they disappeared into the not fun torture dungeon. Andy turned to look at a wolf named Jarin who was busy finishing packing the TV onto the back of a truck, "So you guys have the warranty on it, or any of the paperwork or something?"
"No, we stole this." Jarin replied as he wiped his brow, "There the TV is loaded and good to go." the wolf said as he held his hand out.
"I'm not going to give you a tip." Andy said as he climbed into the pickup with the TV in the back and sped off, kicking dust into the air. As he headed down the road he saw a bunch of people wearing armor and holding torches. One of them waved him down and Andy slowed pulled over and rolled down his window, "You guys lost?"
"We're looking for the She wolf named Natasha!" the Juli said loudly as the others behind him cheered.
"Oh, she lives down the road, just keep going straight and you can't miss it." Andy said, "She's giving away TVs though."
"Free TVs?" the Juli asked before turning to face the mob behind him, "Let's go everyone, FREE TVS FOR ALL!" he bellowed as they began to charge up the road. Andy waited for the last one to leave before he drove off towards the city whistling. A loud rumble came from behind as a trail of fire began to catch up with him. The rumbling was so loud that it shook the truck and caused the TV to fall out and shatter on the road. Andy slammed on his brakes and got out of the truck swearing. "God damnit!" he yelled.
"Hey dude, don't take my dad's name in vain." the man on the Harley Davidson said, "This your TV?"
"Yeah Jesus, I just got it." Andy said sadly.
"Listen bro, I'm sorry." Jesus said as he removed his sunglasses and walked next to Andy, "Hey how about we go to the Grotto and check out all of the werewolf playboy bunnies?"
"Nah, its their time of the month now." Andy shook his head.
"How about some beer?" Jesus asked.
"Okay, I guess that'll do." Andy said with a little bit of glee. With the sounding of trumpets Jesus' Harley sprouted a side car with a Corinthian Leather seat and flames painted all over the side. A helmet made out of gold and affixed with wings sat in the side car and Jesus hopped onto the Harley and tossed Andy the helmet.
"Let's ride brother!" Jesus said as they sped off into the sky. Andy's eyes were watering due to the speed and Jesus saw the discomfort it was causing him, "Let there be aviators!" Jesus said as he snapped his fingers. In a puff of smoke a pair of aviator sunglasses appeared on Andy's face. As they road towards the moon Andy looked over at Jesus.
"Hey Jesus, I can't breathe in space." Andy said.
"Hey bro, you're with JC, the son of God. I got this handled!" Jesus said with a chuckle, "Boom! Oxygen in space!".
"Well where to now Jesus?" Andy asked excited that he wasn't imploding in space.
"Now Andy, we have a most excellent space adventure." Jesus said as he high fived Andy with his tongue sticking out.
.......................
The next morning Andy woke up naked with thirty girls in a large heart shaped bed. He walked groggily over to the bathroom and looked into toilet, the water had been turned into wine. "Jesus." he said in anger, unwilling to urinate in the wine.
"Dude not so loud, my head hurts." Jesus said from the couch.
"Why don't you just cure our hangovers?" Andy asked as he rubbed his head.
"Because dude, just because." Jesus said as he went back to sleep.
Fish sandwiches littered the floor as Andy staggered back to bed, finding his spot and laying back into it. It was indeed the most excellent adventure ever.
EDIT: I also found some other images as well....but in the interest of remaining "Family friendly" ( and avoiding a possiable ban) I'll just leave those to your imagination..
... Sylvia blinked against the light shining in her eyes, flinching at the pain that flared in her cheek and jaw...
She could taste blood in her mouth and spat..recoiling in disgust as she saw two of her teeth hit the floor along with a wad of spit and blood...
Sylvia tried to twist her head and get some idea of where she was...but found she'd been bound with duct tape to a simple wooden chair...
She tried to focus...but could make little out in the room save a single bright light bulb hanging from the ceiling...
" Ah Ms. Novak " A voice drifted through the dim room to her " Finally awake I see..."
Sylvia tried to twist again to find the owner of the voice..." Bastards.." she said through her split and swollen lips..." What do you think your doing..?...what gives you the athourity to do this..?"
A low chuckle..." The divine athourity Ms. Novak...That's who.." a shadow loomed before her " Unlike you and other...secular elements of the Network....we answer only to the highest law."
" Maniacs" Sylvia spat..." you have no right..."
A hand like a sledge hammer struck her across the head..." We have the divine right Ms. Novak!!" the shadow yelled..." Through our actions the filthy are purged....by our hand the tainted are cleansed.."
Sylvia lowered her head, feeling blood pouring from her nose...
" Now" the shadow asked " I will ask you questions...you will answer...do I make myself clear?"
" You can go to hell" Sylvia said defiently ..
The shadow produced a switchblade snapping it open inches in front of Sylvia's face..." No Ms. Novak...but you most certianly can.."
The blade was inserted into Sylvia's bloody nose and ripped forward viciously...the woman shrieked in agony as she felt the tender skin give way under the cruel steel..
" Now...I say again Ms. Novak...I will ask ...you will answer...do you understand?" the shadow said calmly.
" Feth you!!..You fething maniacs...I won't te..."
The blade was forced into the screaming woman's other nostril...an anquished moment later and the shadowy figure held her severed nose in his palm...
" Shall I take an ear now Ms. Novak?" the shadow asked " Or will you tell me what I wish to know..?"
Sylvia screamed...her shrieks pealing out..echoing about the dim room....
" Where is Andy Bruss?..Ms. Novak..and who is helping him?" the voice said..." Answer and your pain shall end.."
" ...I don't...know..." Sylvia gasped as blood pooled in her throat...
The blade flashed and again Sylvia shrieked in agony as her left ear was sliced from her head...
" I don't enjoy this Ms. Novak" the voice said " Answer my questions and I will stop..."
The woman slumped in her chair...conscienous threatening to abandon her....
The shadow forced a damp rag into her face...the smelling salts shocking her back..
" My questions Ms. Novak...I require you answer them.." the voice said softly...
" I don't know ..I don't know any Andy Bruss...I don't.." Sylvia pleaded...
The shadow held files taken from Sylvia's bag in front of her...a photo of Andy with Sylvia's own handwriting on it at the bottom...
" I deplore liars Ms. Novak" the shadow said, the tip of the blade popped Sylvia's left eye like a grape, spilling it down her blood slicked cheek..
...An hour passed...the tortures continued...in the end...the Purifiers knew no more than what they already had suspected..
" We will contact Lord Marilus.." The shadow said to his comrade " ..Inform him of what we have managed to piece together...the Rogue agent Joker is obviously aiding Bruss...and they plan to flee Prague with the help of this...Flamingo Jim"
" What of her..." The second man asked gesturing towards the blood soaked and trembling form of Sylvia Novak...
The shadow sighed.." She is useless..." he produced a silenced pistol..." We cleanse and bury..."
Sylvia felt something cold pressed to her forehead...had she still eyes with which to see...perhaps she would have found the look of frustration on the purifiers face satisfying...
She had time to say a quick prayer...and then she knew no more.
WARORK93 wrote:Dayum, and I thought Natasha was heartless...that hurt just reading it...
I'm going to be happy when the witch hunters start dying...
Just my way of expressing that in this "world" there is no absolute good or evil...
The Purifiers see themselves as the hand of god and view their actions as "good" as they seek to rid the world of what they see as "evil"...but clearly a "sane" person would see them as just as evil as the things they seek to destroy...
Remember..." When you stare into the abyss...the abyss stares back into you."
FITZZ wrote:Just my way of expressing that in this "world" there is no absolute good or evil...
The Purifiers see themselves as the hand of god and view their actions as "good" as they seek to rid the world of what they see as "evil"...but clearly a "sane" person would see them as just as evil as the things they seek to destroy...
Remember..." When you stare into the abyss...the abyss stares back into you."
Fanatics by any other name...inquisitors, crusaders, and the like..yeah I know the type.
Regardless, I'm sure Harlow would love a chance to take a crack at those guys if it came to that...
FITZZ wrote: You never know, Harlow might get that chance...
I have a few more write ups I want to get done tonight...but I really need everyone to keep things moving...
I've been having a little bit of a writers block myself...hard to come up with ideas that fit now that we're so near the end... :/
Well...we haven't reached the end yet...think of us as at the point in Star Wars where the X-wings are taking off...we still have to face the Death Star....or in the case of this RP several Death Stars.
FITZZ wrote:Well...we haven't reached the end yet...think of us as at the point in Star Wars where the X-wings are taking off...we still have to face the Death Star....or in the case of this RP several Death Stars.
Why do I have visions of another silly post involving a bike riding space born Jesus/Andy team up when I read that?
Alright, I've got something, not a big something, but something important nonetheless, if everyone can tolerate me controlling their characters for a bit longer.
IC: The more Harlow thought about what was to come the more he became frustrated. He had seen the mansion in person, getting into and out of it was not going to be an easy task, hell, if he was honest, they were all most likely going to die before the night was over...
That was if they charged in headlong like Harlow expected Ryan was planning. They needed a plan, something coherent, something that would at least give them a fighting chance. The more Harlow thought about it, the more he was convinced of his idea. Finally, he gave voice to it.
"Stop." He said, all of the wolves immediately halted in their tracks and turned towards him.
"Smell something?" Ryan asked?
"No." Harlow responded. "This is stupid."
"What are you going on about?" Ryan shot back annoyed.
"Before we take another step, we need a plan, something we can use to succeed and not get fething killed." Harlow shot back defiantly. He heard and audible growl from Ryan.
"I'll determine who's taking steps and how many, thank you." He said, looking into Harlow's eyes and folding his huge arms. Harlow was quiet for a moment, finally, he took a step towards Ryan.
"Listen up, we don't do this right and you'll never see Casanova again." He said, he let the words sink in for a moment and could see they had an effect on Ryan. "You may be big, he may be big..." Harlow said indicating Lorgar. "But We're not talking about another scrawny pack here. Natasha has a private army of wolves at her beck and call. We go in there guns blazing like you want us and you wont see your kid, neither will she." He said indicating Star. At this last statement, Ryan growled, perceiving some sort of threat obviously. If it wasn't the full moon he might have had a little more control, but as it stood, Harlow and Ryan were both surely on the very edge of an outburst.
"If you really want to see that baby again, you'll think about your next move, we all will if we want to live to see Natasha's unholy guts." Harlow said calmly, the logical reasoning bringing a little of his humanity back to him. Ryan snorted but nodded.
"Good, now then..." Harlow began, looking around at all of them. "Who's got the slightest fething clue on how to get into and out of that place without dying?"
(Basically, I figured nobody else wants to die or have their NPCs die and since we don't have a lot of other stuff going for us except maybe for a vampire army/ Cernunnos distraction which could end up being a double edged sword, maybe some tactics will fit here? A secret entrance, a hidden door, come on ghosty/Chowder, don't tell me you guys don't have some ideas...if you think they need discussion use PMs...)
jeezus christ FITZZ...and I thought I wrote gory fight scenes, the nose? at least he didn't...staple her eyelids to her forehead, or something but god that was painful to read. Literally. Ouch, the nose has the second most nerve endings in the human body.
...I'm taking a small liberty with one of Kais NPC's....but...I think it might " inspire" some ...interesting reactions.
... Carl had lain bound in one of Natasha's chambers for over two days...
He'd been fed, and poked and prodded by the Queens agents...and on one occasion Natasha had...Carl grimaced and pushed that memory away...
He had sensed the arrival of another Pure Blood...a female...and though Carl could not be certian...he believed her to be the infant, who like himself, had been saved by the old wolf Margo..though he himself had been only a child at the time as well..and his memory of the events clouded..
Carl trembled at the idea of what Natasha must be planning now that a second Pure Blood female had arrived...she would stop at nothing to insure her insane plans came to fruition ...and Carl knew that so long as he remained her captive...she would force him to aid her..weather he chose to or not..
The Pure Blood lay still for a moment and thought...he must find a way out..some how he must escape from this lunatics clutches...
" Guard!!" Carl called..." Guard!!"
The door to his room swung open and a large wolf entered ...
" What is it?" The wolf said sleepily.." what do you require?"
" I require the restroom" Carl said...trying to sound both angry and pathetic at the same time " I've been chained here for days...and...and.."
The Guard chuckled and shook his head " Fine...just hang on a second.."
The big wolf freed Carl and escorted him into the privy...
When Carl finished he turned to the wolf...bowing in false gratitude..." I must thank you...I don't know how much longer I would have been able to wait.."
The wolf made a dismisive gesture.." All in a days work...now come..back to your..."
Carl struck with blinding speed...his claws ripping the wolfs throat out in mid sentance..
A look of startled confusion mixed with rage crossed the wolfs face as he attempted to grab the Pure Blood...but another vicious slash sent him crumpling to the floor.....
Carl moved rapidly...placing the body in his bed and covering it...hoping it would pass the casual glance of anyone checking on him, though he knew the lack of a guard at his door would raise suspision..
He then quickly removed the guards pistol and spare magazines and tucked them into his jacket...
" Have to move fast" Carl thought as he rushed down a rear hallway...and out into the sprawling back yard of the mansion...
Unknown to the Pure Blood he took the exact same route a female wolf escaping with her child had some days before...only this time...the trail was not empty...
Two wolves quickly moved in on the fleeing Pure Blood...plowing headlong through the underbrush intent on interception...
Carl spun and fired...knowing the shots would alert others at the mansion...but having no choice...
A slim dark wolf slammed into the forest floor...his brains leaking from the gruesome wound in his skull...
The second wolf skidded to a halt...not wishing to meet the same fate as it's comrade...
It was all the opening Carl required...turning into the forest..the Pure Blood dashed into the night...he knew that soon he'd be pursued by Natasha's minions...but he would move swiftly...and with any luck...he'd escape..
" Have to get to Dez.." Carl thought as he ran..." Have to end this nightmare once and for all..."
...Why is it when I want to kill a wolf I have to shoot them three times but when everyone else (Star, Dez, Carl) wants to, they just whip out the claws and go for the neck?
I'm kidding of course but couldn't help but notice that Natasha's guards seem to have vulnerable necks...
Nice idea Warork...you,ghosty and chowder probably should do some "PM planning"...
Though I'd say the " Vampire army" will provide a pretty decent distraction...the vamps aren't exactly going to be very discriminating about what wolves they try to spear..
@ Ineptus...
Believe it or not I actually hold back a bit when I write here...you should read some of my " uncensored" stuff.
WARORK93 wrote: ...Why is it when I want to kill a wolf I have to shoot them three times but when everyone else (Star, Dez, Carl) wants to, they just whip out the claws and go for the neck?
I'm kidding of course but couldn't help but notice that Natasha's guards seem to have vulnerable necks...
The wolf Talbot that Dez killed was a ...for lack of a better term .."Paper pusher"...one of Natasha's "weaklings"...a glorified babysitter for all intents and purposes ...
The Guard that Carl killed in the Mansion...tired and sluggish after the feast...and just got caught off guard..
...and the one he shot in the woods took multiple rounds in the head...
Wait until PC's and NPC's start going against the Black Claw Guard...they have extra tough necks...
Believe it or not I actually hold back a bit when I write here...you should read some of my " uncensored" stuff.
That notion scares me more than anything I've read on this thread...
...One of my friends who read the "serial killer" story I wrote said I was " One of the most depraved and sick people she'd even met"....of course she then went on to read the rest of it in a single night and said I should try to publish it...go figure.
FITZZ wrote:The wolf Talbot that Dez killed was a ...for lack of a better term .."Paper pusher"...one of Natasha's "weaklings"...a glorified babysitter for all intents and purposes ...
The Guard that Carl killed in the Mansion...tired and sluggish after the feast...and just got caught off guard..
...and the one he shot in the woods took multiple rounds in the head...
Wait until PC's and NPC's start going against the Black Claw Guard...they have extra tough necks...
I think I'll let Mordo's Vampire army play with those guys first...they'll probably have more luck with them with their big silver gladius' and wolf resistant armor and whatnot...
FITZZ wrote:The wolf Talbot that Dez killed was a ...for lack of a better term .."Paper pusher"...one of Natasha's "weaklings"...a glorified babysitter for all intents and purposes ...
The Guard that Carl killed in the Mansion...tired and sluggish after the feast...and just got caught off guard..
...and the one he shot in the woods took multiple rounds in the head...
Wait until PC's and NPC's start going against the Black Claw Guard...they have extra tough necks...
I think I'll let Mordo's Vampire army play with those guys first...they'll probably have more luck with them with their big silver gladius' and wolf resistant armor and whatnot...
Probably so...I'm expecting the vampire/ wolf clash to be quite ...vicious.
@ Ineptus...
The story I wrote centers around a Detective in New Orleans who's investigation a series of murders that take place in and around the French Qaurter...most of the victims are prostitutes and one of the main characters is a call girl who ends up helping the Detective...it's an extreamly graphic ( in many ways) story.
huh. You really don't like prostitutes do you? They are either wolf chow, or killer...pastimes...was it Jack the Ripper back to life? I study crime in school, thingink of joining law enforcement, so I had to examine the photos of his victims. It was pretty disturbing.
ineptus astartes wrote:huh. You really don't like prostitutes do you? They are either wolf chow, or killer...pastimes...was it Jack the Ripper back to life? I study crime in school, thingink of joining law enforcement, so I had to examine the photos of his victims. It was pretty disturbing.
Oddly enough I have nothing at all against prostitutes...in fact I had one friend who at one point in her life was a call girl ( times were hard for her and I didn't judge) and being in several bands I've also known quite a few "dancers"...
I do recognize that those who engage in prostitution do put themselves at a certian degree of risk...especialy if someone actively wanted to do them harm....
...As for who the killer in my story turned out to be....well, it wasn't Jack the Ripper...maybe one day I'll make it available for those here at Dakka to read.
... Lord Purifier Marilus slipped his phone back into his pocket...the call from the agents in New York had been informitive...but not particularly helpful...he'd speculated much of what he'd been told already..and aparentlly the woman...Novak..had not broken before she was ...cleansed.
" No matter" Marilus thought...he knew enough...the rogue Hunters were indeed aiding Bruss...and they planed to escape via some sort of boat or ship...he'd hunted down others having much less information...he would find Bruss...of that he was sure....and when he did..Marilus smiled ...when he did...he would personally cleanse the Djinn and that two faced Joker as well...
" Brother Rameriz" Marilus called into the Hummers com...
" I am here Lord Purifier" answered Rameriz in his deep bass voice...
" We move towards the docks my old friend.." The Lord Purifier said " We begin or search for the tainted filth there.."
' As you command my Lord.." Rameriz replied..
" Brother Albert." Marilus said turning to his driver " Please inform Administor Kraub of or status and our destination.."
" At once my Lord" Brother Albert replied...
...As the the two black Hummers turned and began their trek towards the riverfront..from the top of a nearby building a set of of cold eyes watched.
A moment later...the figure to begin to move quickly through the night.
The more the Pure Blood saw of the mansion, the more she both wanted and hated it. The lavish decor, the guards, servants, the whole lifestyle the Queen had gathered around herself; it reviled her and yet she could not help but to be deeply envious too. She'd come from a pit in a bayou; oh what she could have done with all these resources at her disposal!
Erzuli sensed Anya moving behind her, the girl had seemed overly nervous since they left the ballroom and the Pure Blood had resisted comforting her. With Jarin having ordered the extra security in the mansion, she felt it would be better to have the uniquely gifted pup alert. As the big male led them towards the chamber, she wondered, somewhat apprehensively, just what she would find there. What extra details had Natasha missed; could she bring any more clarity to this madness or would she find things that would fuel the Queen's obsession. She clenched her fists, knowing there was a decision to be made. Could she... should she back the obsessive Queen, with all these resources at her disposal or find her own way and risk the inevitable wrath that would follow.
"It is through here..." Jarin's voice was full of doubt as he strode towards a large, ornate wooden door. The lone guard in front of it stepped aside as her commander approached. The big wolf reached for the handle and pushed the door open.
Moving eagerly up beside him, Erzuli could see shadows of furniture and the tantalising scent of ancient paper drifted towards her. Allowing herself a smile, despite her apprehension, as the prospect of understanding grew closer. She did not notice Anya pause and turn to face the other way, shifting and sniffing the air. It was the whine that finally caught the Pure Blood's attention. She, Jarin and the guard looked back at the small wolf, who whined again and scuttled back to Erzuli.
"Smell new blood..."
The Pure Blood frowned, stroking the young wolf's hair.
"Show me where."
As Anya began to move off down the hall, Jarin, Erzuli and the guard ran after her. They got to a corner and the smell of fresh blood drifted towards them. It was then they heard the shots outside. They all paused.
"It would seem your concerns were justified." Muttered Erzuli.
Jarin growled, as did the guard, who drew a gun from her belt. Erzuli could sense they wanted to charge outside but as she looked back down the hall the Mgral felt she wanted something different. Without a second thought she charged down towards the smell of blood, Anya bounding after her.
FITZZ wrote:Well...we haven't reached the end yet...think of us as at the point in Star Wars where the X-wings are taking off...we still have to face the Death Star....or in the case of this RP several Death Stars.
Why do I have visions of another silly post involving a bike riding space born Jesus/Andy team up when I read that?
Because as soon as I read about attacking the Death Star I remembered writing that Andy and Jesus rode off into space and thought about doing such a thing. Remember, it was a ost excellent adventure but I didn't say why it was.
ineptus astartes wrote:huh. You really don't like prostitutes do you? They are either wolf chow, or killer...pastimes...was it Jack the Ripper back to life? I study crime in school, thingink of joining law enforcement, so I had to examine the photos of his victims. It was pretty disturbing.
One of the more disturbing photos I've seen was of a guy who was shot execution style with a M-16. The guy had no face and his lower jaw was completely missing, but the odd thing was he was still alive even though they could put a metal rod through the back of his head and out of one of his nostrils. It must suck to be that guy, but there was something oddly amazing about it. Its amazing what the human body can compensate for and survive, and no this wasn't something you could find on Rotten.com or whatever, this was a medical picture. Fitzz comes from a medical family if I recall what he said correctly so he's probably seen all sorts of things, I remember my EMT teachers telling us about the State registration exams; it can range from a guy who stubbed his toe to the guy who was shot 50 times, fell off of a ladder, and has a broken arm but is still alive.
Crack open a medical book sometime, they get you adjusted to the nasty things that can happen. My friends try to gross me out with pictures of infected genitalia on the internet and they still haven't found one that has phased me.
Also, check out some of Stephen King's stories. He has ones about revenge, some about vampires with a pilot's license, and somehow manages to mix sexual references with incredible amounts of violence.
halonachos wrote:One of the more disturbing photos I've seen was of a guy who was shot execution style with a M-16. The guy had no face and his lower jaw was completely missing, but the odd thing was he was still alive even though they could put a metal rod through the back of his head and out of one of his nostrils. It must suck to be that guy, but there was something oddly amazing about it. Its amazing what the human body can compensate for and survive, and no this wasn't something you could find on Rotten.com or whatever, this was a medical picture. Fitzz comes from a medical family if I recall what he said correctly so he's probably seen all sorts of things, I remember my EMT teachers telling us about the State registration exams; it can range from a guy who stubbed his toe to the guy who was shot 50 times, fell off of a ladder, and has a broken arm but is still alive.
Crack open a medical book sometime, they get you adjusted to the nasty things that can happen. My friends try to gross me out with pictures of infected genitalia on the internet and they still haven't found one that has phased me.
My stepmom's an ER nurse and she brought home an Xray of a guy's spine. He'd been in a motorcycle accident and had been thrown off of it going about 80 down a highway. The thing was a bunch of shards of bone and powder and he was still alive when they eventually got him to the hospital...
yeah. but the photos of jak's doing were this: we litaraly slit his victims open from the gut to the forhead and tore out their innards. then, he would sometimes sow them back up.
my family is a military family that has all the members in the army go into lawschool after their service, so I don't go cruising for gory pics, I am studying veterinary, and crime as a secondary, so I have seen some pretty disgusting stuff.
animals are strange like that too, every time I am the one tasked with preparing the chicken dinner, it always jups up and runs around spraying blood when it's head is gone.
Nachos recalls correctly, I have a plethora of individules in my Family who are/were in the medical field ( the majority being ER Nurses), and I myself also worked for a four year period as a Psych Tech ( think big guy in white coat) at a State Mental Health Holding Facility....that was a very "interesting" four years.
...I believe perhaps one of the most gruesome things I witnessed due to my families involvement in the medical field ( and I've seen a lot of gruesome gak in my time)...was when I was around seven or eight years old.
I had been dropped off by my Mother ( who was about to start her shift in Cardiac Care) at the ER were my Grandmother worked...the weather outside was real bad, thunder and lightning,etc...anyway, as My Grandmother and I were leaving...EMT's brought in a woman who'd been struck by lightning ( this was in the 70's when people still hung the laundry out to dry, and lightning had hit the tree her clothes line...her metal clothes line, was fastened to)...she was still alive ( barely) when they brought her in...but she was "cooked" and both of her legs had blown out...
ineptus astartes wrote:oh, jeezus, that has got to be awful, you were eight? dang.
Seven or eight.. ...And yeah, the image has stuck with me over the years...but ( and not to sound callous.)...
In my family, due to the sheer number of people involved in one way or other in Medical...gruesome conversations/imagery was "normal"...if that makes sense...
I recall hearing discussions about people coming into the ER who'd been struck by semi-trucks and had their insides forced through their rectums at age six....and seeing quite a bit when I was waiting around the ER...
I suppose I became a bit...desencitized to it...
When I was working at the State Hospital I once saw a paitent attempt to castrate himself with a leagth of wire he'd somehow got hold of...he'd actually managed to cut in pretty deep before we got the cell door open...
The other two Techs and the duty Nurse were al pretty shaken up...but I honestly didn't "feel" much...I secured him, ensured the wound wasn't bleeding out, packed it and called for Med transport...no real " shock"..
gosh, I know the innards of animals pretty well, not so much with people, but I heard that things like organs being forced out of their guts by enough force was possible...but that patient with the wire, was he insane?
ineptus astartes wrote:gosh, I know the innards of animals pretty well, not so much with people, but I heard that things like organs being forced out of their guts by enough force was possible...but that patient with the wire, was he insane?
She was probably getting the clothes in from the storm.
ineptus astartes wrote:gosh, I know the innards of animals pretty well, not so much with people, but I heard that things like organs being forced out of their guts by enough force was possible...but that patient with the wire, was he insane?
Well...According to the State he was ( though we didn't use the term "insane")...but yes, I was working at a State Mental Health Holding Facility so everyone who was being held there had some sort of "mental issue"...
In the case of the idividule who attempted to castrate himself he was diagnosed Paranoid Schizophrenic with Hyper Religious Ideation...apparently he took the quote about " cutting off body parts that offend you" seriously.
ineptus astartes wrote:gosh, I know the innards of animals pretty well, not so much with people, but I heard that things like organs being forced out of their guts by enough force was possible...but that patient with the wire, was he insane?
She was probably getting the clothes in from the storm.
Yes ...the lady who was hit by lightning had been trying to get her clothes off the line before the rain started to really pour when lightning struck one of the trees that was supporting her clothes line.
The lightning apparently traveled down the metal cloths line and just "grabbed" her...she was wet, standing in water and was grasping a metal line...not a good combination where electricity is involved.
yeah, my dad was out in the jungle gathering firewood (lived in a mud house) and lightning struck a tree some 300 yards away and across the river and the shockwave threw him ten feet and singed his hair, apparently y anything within 100 meters of the tree ignited instantly. the clearing is still there...so yeah, I guess it all depends on how powerful the lightning is.
FITZZ wrote: Yeah, I once saw lightning strike a tree and blow a chunk of concrette out of a nearby driveway...it's nothing I'd want to ever have hit me....
...Anyway....I really...really...REALLY..need RP's guys...we're closing in on the climax(s) and I don't want to lose steam...
I'll have some write ups posted later...
I have PMed both Ghosty and Chowder and we are slowly but surely formulating a plan, still waiting for some responses...
Oh, and Kais, if you see this and still want Dez to somehow participate in this...PM me...
You know Fitzz, not to poke fun at you, but whenever I read one of your posts when you ask us to do something I imagine your voice is like a stereotypical camp counselor, or for a reference Billy Mays. Whenever I read your other posts I think of it as closer to a Clint Eastwood type.
FITZZ wrote: Yeah, I once saw lightning strike a tree and blow a chunk of concrette out of a nearby driveway...it's nothing I'd want to ever have hit me....
...Anyway....I really...really...REALLY..need RP's guys...we're closing in on the climax(s) and I don't want to lose steam...
I'll have some write ups posted later...
I have PMed both Ghosty and Chowder and we are slowly but surely formulating a plan, still waiting for some responses...
Oh, and Kais, if you see this and still want Dez to somehow participate in this...PM me...
...AHA...covert activity... ...I like that.. ...
Just keep in mind I still need " story" ..
FITZZ wrote:...AHA...covert activity... ...I like that.. ...
Just keep in mind I still need " story" ..
You mean like back story or conversation or what?
I think he means conversation, although keep it rather vague to keep us out of the loop. The surprise is oh so much better when its an actual surprise.
halonachos wrote:You know Fitzz, not to poke fun at you, but whenever I read one of your posts when you ask us to do something I imagine your voice is like a stereotypical camp counselor, or for a reference Billy Mays. Whenever I read your other posts I think of it as closer to a Clint Eastwood type.
...I always feel like I'm coming off like that guy in Office Space...
..." Yeah...I need those RP's yesterday Guys..."....that sort of thing.
FITZZ wrote:...AHA...covert activity... ...I like that.. ...
Just keep in mind I still need " story" ..
You mean like back story or conversation or what?
I think he means conversation, although keep it rather vague to keep us out of the loop. The surprise is oh so much better when its an actual surprise.
Bingo...I don't want you guys to expose your plans...not by any means...but having some sort of conversations/ activity going on with your characters would be good....
can't just have you, ghosty and Chowder post nothing and then suddenly post " And then the mansion EXPLODED...and Ryan , who was up in a tree, caught the unharmed Cas with a giant catchers mit made from Brahgs torso ...meanwhile Natasha was violated with pineapples by Musater and Harlow while Dez complained he should be the one who kills her and Andy played the banjo with his feet and sang old Steve Martin tunes...the end"..
FITZZ wrote:Bingo...I don't want you guys to expose your plans...not by any means...but having some sort of conversations/ activity going on with your characters would be good....
can't just have you, ghosty and Chowder post nothing and then suddenly post " And then the mansion EXPLODED...and Ryan , who was up in a tree, caught the unharmed Cas with a giant catchers mit made from Brahgs torso ...meanwhile Natasha was violated with pineapples by Musater and Harlow while Dez complained he should be the one who kills her and Andy played the banjo with his feet and sang old Steve Martin tunes...the end"..
....Somebody alert the mods, I think Halo has hacked Fitzz's account...
Seriously though, I'm gonna have a premature heart attack if I laugh much more tonight...But seeing as I am the only free one in our little group...I'll think of something to post...maybe...
FITZZ wrote:Bingo...I don't want you guys to expose your plans...not by any means...but having some sort of conversations/ activity going on with your characters would be good....
can't just have you, ghosty and Chowder post nothing and then suddenly post " And then the mansion EXPLODED...and Ryan , who was up in a tree, caught the unharmed Cas with a giant catchers mit made from Brahgs torso ...meanwhile Natasha was violated with pineapples by Musater and Harlow while Dez complained he should be the one who kills her and Andy played the banjo with his feet and sang old Steve Martin tunes...the end"..
....Somebody alert the mods, I think Halo has hacked Fitzz's account...
Seriously though, I'm gonna have a premature heart attack if I laugh much more tonight...But seeing as I am the only free one...I'll think of something to post...maybe...
Nope, I've hacked his mind with my silly thoughts, muahaha!
FITZZ wrote: Bingo...I don't want you guys to expose your plans...not by any means...but having some sort of conversations/ activity going on with your characters would be good.... can't just have you, ghosty and Chowder post nothing and then suddenly post " And then the mansion EXPLODED...and Ryan , who was up in a tree, caught the unharmed Cas with a giant catchers mit made from Brahgs torso ...meanwhile Natasha was violated with pineapples by Musater and Harlow while Dez complained he should be the one who kills her and Andy played the banjo with his feet and sang old Steve Martin tunes...the end"..
...good grief...THAT would be an interesting story end. this RP is dark, violent, but...Pineapples? might fall under torture...the images in my mind...it does not help that I cannot help but think of Natasha as an old crone.
FITZZ wrote:Bingo...I don't want you guys to expose your plans...not by any means...but having some sort of conversations/ activity going on with your characters would be good....
can't just have you, ghosty and Chowder post nothing and then suddenly post " And then the mansion EXPLODED...and Ryan , who was up in a tree, caught the unharmed Cas with a giant catchers mit made from Brahgs torso ...meanwhile Natasha was violated with pineapples by Musater and Harlow while Dez complained he should be the one who kills her and Andy played the banjo with his feet and sang old Steve Martin tunes...the end"..
....Somebody alert the mods, I think Halo has hacked Fitzz's account...
Seriously though, I'm gonna have a premature heart attack if I laugh much more tonight...But seeing as I am the only free one...I'll think of something to post...maybe...
... ...No need to hit that Mod Alert...I was just momentarily possesed by the spirit of Nachos....a quick belt of Jack Daniels effectively excercised him and I assure you I am now quite alright...
....Oh..and in case no one got that " Steve Martin" referance...
...Ok, now...I've really got to get some write ups going...let's see...where's my bottle again?
halonachos wrote:You missed the picture that Fitzz put up for Natasha, not an old crone at all. In fact she looks like a young woman with a lot of things.
Steve Martin played the Banjo on the Colbert Report, he's incredibly good.
Don't they all? Ah the blessing of the bite is eternal youth/whatever age you get bitten at...
I just realized that if an old person were to be bitten that would really suck...
halonachos wrote:You missed the picture that Fitzz put up for Natasha, not an old crone at all. In fact she looks like a young woman with a lot of things.
Steve Martin played the Banjo on the Colbert Report, he's incredibly good.
Don't they all? Ah the blessing of the bite is eternal youth/whatever age you get bitten at...
I just realized that if an old person were to be bitten that would really suck...
Yes, Natasha..who was born a wolf, has been pretty damn hot for all of her thousand year life...
...Old Margo however, was bitten when she was very old ( in her 70s), the bite made her immortal...but she was still hunched and twisted...though she was no longer in pain as she'd been as a human.
Hey Fittz...I've got a crazy idea for some later back story for Harlow...but first I need to know if its possible for a wolf and a human to conceive a child...
Also...do you think said child would be born a wolf or not? I'm tempted to say that would boil down to genetics...
WARORK93 wrote:Hey Fittz...I've got a crazy idea for some later back story for Harlow...but first I need to know if its possible for a wolf and a human to conceive a child...
Also...do you think said child would be born a wolf or not? I'm tempted to say that would boil down to genetics...
Actually from what I gather Dez is the product of a Wolf ( Carl) mating with a Human...since Dez is not a pure blood...but Carl is his Father...and Dez had the curse of the wolf lying dormant in him until Star bit him...
So yes, it would be possiable for a wolf and a human to produce a child..and the child would have the " wolf" inside....in some cases it would manifest naturally...on others it would lat dormant until some catalyst brought it out...
ineptus astartes wrote:I must have missed the picture before...does being a wolf make you look better and blow her...proportions, massively out of reality?
those look at least 12 pounds each...
Eight pounds... ...
And yes being a wolf halts your aging process and the " Animalism" it brings out could seem to make those of the wolf much more attractive..
ineptus astartes wrote:so...say, at school he gets bullied, then suddenly there is bully splattered all over the landscape?
...was thinking the exact same thing...but no, I think it would actually occur due to maybe some sort of traumatic event, something life threatening...
ineptus astartes wrote:so...say, at school he gets bullied, then suddenly there is bully splattered all over the landscape?
...Yes, that could serve as a catalyst for "releasing the dormant wolf"....just as it did for Michael Landon in the 1950's film " I was a teenage werewolf."...
ineptus astartes wrote:I must have missed the picture before...does being a wolf make you look better and blow her...proportions, massively out of reality?
those look at least 12 pounds each...
Well, yes. The wolf "infection", if you will, modifies the host's body. It will make it larger, stronger, but most of all, prettier
Wolves are not ugly, unless made so. You can take a bum, and make him a wolf, and he'll be more handsome than most male models. Why? Because I theorize that wolves need to be pretty to attract A. Mates and B. Prey. You can't be ugly as, say, Perez Hilton, and expect to just walk around and murder. The Pretty ones get more attention, thus, it's easier for them to get prey. This effect can be seen in nature. When women begin to near their peak ovulation, they become more beautiful. They also smell better, their cheeks become more flushed, and they become more sexually lustful. This is because their body is trying to conceive a child. I think the same is with wolves and vampyres. It's nature at work.
at least he wasn't one of those 'i want to be a STAR' cliches as a kid, and when he did not get in, he rampaged about the studio slaughtering the judges.
Also, FITZZ, this is in Prague, but everyone speaks english? wolf language is english?...Actually with the politics recently, I would not be surprised.
ineptus astartes wrote:at least he wasn't one of those 'i want to be a STAR' cliches as a kid, and when he did not get in, he rampaged about the studio slaughtering the judges.
Also, FITZZ, this is in Prague, but everyone speaks english? wolf language is english?...Actually with the politics recently, I would not be surprised.
*bickebickerbicker*
The wolves aren't as much talking, as they are barking. It's a common language.
As far as everyone else speaking English, its the most common secondary language. If you read my earlier RPs Andy got into a fight with a gas station owner over currency and Miranda had to whip out an English-Czech dictionary. So not everyone will speak English, it just so happens that most of the people the others deal with do. Hotel concierge's will cater to tourists who will probably speak English and businessmen most likely also know English as well. Other than that the vampires and wolves will probably understand each other and the hunters all speak English.
ineptus astartes wrote:at least he wasn't one of those 'i want to be a STAR' cliches as a kid, and when he did not get in, he rampaged about the studio slaughtering the judges.
Also, FITZZ, this is in Prague, but everyone speaks english? wolf language?
Actually many of the wolves are from all over Europe...so the language barriare is a non issue...plus wolves do have their own "language" when in wolf form...
Plus...since the majority of the PCs in this RP speak English..it's just easier to write everything out that way....if two Citizens of Prague are speaking...it's probablly not in English...but it's written that way so we don't have to go back and forth translating RPs..
ineptus astartes wrote:at least he wasn't one of those 'i want to be a STAR' cliches as a kid, and when he did not get in, he rampaged about the studio slaughtering the judges.
Also, FITZZ, this is in Prague, but everyone speaks english? wolf language is english?...Actually with the politics recently, I would not be surprised.
*bickebickerbicker*
The wolves aren't as much talking, as they are barking. It's a common language.
Halo called it "wolf tongue" and no not everyone speaks English, there were plenty of people at the beginning who spoke Czech and German...
When you explain it that way Chowder, it makes sense...was trying to find an argument for that...
huh. but I would suspect more canine sounds (barking is relatively uncommon within canine packs) they use whines the most along with squeaks, human-like groans and other comical sounds for vocal communication. the dog of mine from the street used to live in a pack, she communicates by pointing at things and making a certain noise for each.
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nice looking friend...I forget, is Natasha the one that is not into guys/male dogs?
ineptus astartes wrote:huh. but I would suspect more canine sounds (barking is relatively uncommon within canine packs) they use whines the most along with squeaks, human-like groans and other comical sounds for vocal communication. the dog of mine from the street used to live in a pack, she communicates by pointing at things and making a certain noise for each.
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nice looking friend...I forget, is Natasha the one that is not into guys/male dogs?
Natasha is not a " big fan" of the male of the species...if she encounters a particularly powerful male she may..." entertain" them...but she prefers the company of female wolves....
...Also, the whole concept of the tongue of the wolf or wolf langauge is really something I borrowed from Ronald Kelly and his book " Moon of the Werewolf."...in which the lycans communicate with each other when in wolf form by snarls,growls and such..
Just E-mail it to a studio, and see what they think. It's worth a shot.
I think Blood Moon has turned out to be a great story, and that's due to all of you...
It could make an interesting film, but I'd have to do a bit of re-writing and "polishing"...but...you never know...
...Of course if it sold...I'd split the profits with all of you.
ineptus astartes wrote:it would. but dakka, and GW might lay claim to it :(
saw the summary, gun shop owner eh? I know what I would do...
Dakka is just the forum in which it was "born"...though sharing with Dakka would not bother me in the least...
But GW... ...I'd sooner dig my own eyes out with an olive fork than give money to those greedy feths.
Just E-mail it to a studio, and see what they think. It's worth a shot.
I think Blood Moon has turned out to be a great story, and that's due to all of you...
It could make an interesting film, but I'd have to do a bit of re-writing and "polishing"...but...you never know...
...Of course if it sold...I'd split the profits with all of you.
I'm sure you would. It would just have to be by post count, Whether you were in Blood Moon I and II, etc ect.
... " Erzuli!!..wait!!" Jarin roared as the Pure Blood and the pup rushed down the hallway...seeming not to heed him..
" Damn it.." Jarin growled turning to the female guard..." Follow me Miva ...and radio the main gates...full alert!!"
" Yes Commander!!" the female guard said falling in step behind the huge wolf and snatching her radio from her belt....
Jarin and Miva came to find Erzuli and Anya standing inside a bed chambers...the mutilated corpse of a wolf layed out on the large bed before them...
Anya cringed back, grasping Erzuli's leg...her eyes locked on the gapping wounds in the wolfs throat...
Miva spoke rapidly into her radio " The male Pure Blood has escaped...he's killed his guard and escaped from the mansion"
A sqauwked reply came from the radio and Miva nodded in response..." He is here with me now..I will inform him..."
The female turned to Jarin " Brahg has dispatched hunter packs to intercept the Pure Blood...they expect to have him back in custody soon..."
Jarin lowered his head, feeling Erzuli's eyes on him..." Very well" he muttered..." secure the area...remove his body.." the wolf gestured to the corpse on the bed...
Erzuli stood staring at the shackles hanging from the bed post...then turned back to Jarin..." They kept him chained..?...a prisoner?"
Jarin sighed..." Natasha's orders...he refused to cooperate with her..."
Erzuli's eyes blazed "...And is this what waits for me...should I choose to be ...uncooperative.." she growled " Is there a room and shackles waiting for me..?"
Jarin took a step backwards...shaking his head..." The situation was not the same as yours..you..."
Erzuli turned her head in disgust..." This is how Natasha brings about her age of Peace...?" she said " By enslaving her own kind?"
Jarin continued to protest..." This one...the Pure Blood held here...he had become dangerous...he had spent years murdering his own kind...he had turned on all wolves...he sought our extermination as surely as any vampire or human Hunter." The big wolf paused , hoping he could get his Mistress to understand " Natasha ordered him held here both for his and our peoples protection...she hoped he would eventually rejoin our kind...embrace her Family"
Erzuli sighed "...But she still intended to use him...to hold him for fulfillment of her prophecy?"
Jarin nodded " Yes...yes she did.."
"... And I ask again..is this what awaits me?" Erzuli said...her eyes locking with Jarins...
" No...never" Jarin said.." I would never permit it...ever."
Erzuli lowered her head unsure of what to say...her emotions churning inside...
" I swear to you Erzuli.." Jarin said again " I would die before I saw you in chains.."
BIC: There was a moment of silence as the six contemplated their options in the darkness of the woods just outside the city. Ryan brought out Harlow's carton and lit one off, Harlow motioned for one and also had a smoke as they sat there and thought...
"I've been there once before but I only saw a few rooms and wasn't there long enough to see where many of the guards are stationed." Harlow admitted through a puff of smoke. He picked up a stick and drew a map in the dirt of all the things he had seen in a sort of map of the mansion. the other five watched him.
"I was there for a while, up until recently in fact." Star came forward wanting to help, she held out her hand and Harlow gave her the stick. She drew a few places where the guards were stationed that Harlow had not seen. "In addition to the regular guards in the area, she has a group of elites that are called the "Black Claw Guard." I haven't seen them in action but they are rarely used." She said.
It was then that Musater interjected, taking the stick and also drawing in more details until they had a crude but thorough map of the mansion.
"I, personally have been there many times and have seen nearly every inch of it. Now, in a normal case, a conventional assault would be useless, unless it was done by a small army of hunters wielding assault weapons with silver ammo, unfortunately we don't have that, but what we do have is the element of surprise." Musater said and grinned. Ryan interjected here.
"Explain." He said casually as if tired.
"There is more than one way into that mansion and not all of them are guarded." Musater said with a sly grin. He went fishing in his pockets and pulled out a cellphone, using one hand to swiftly punch in some numbers and brought the phone up to his ears.
"Who in God's name are you calling?" Harlow asked annoyed.
"Being the Vice Mayor of the city and the head of the Police grants me certain...privileges, privileges that don't require a whole lot of questions to be asked." He said through gleaming teeth as he smiled. The others looked at each other until Longar spoke.
"Cernunnos will surely be along shortly...ha! He will not miss this!" He declared.
"Who?" Ryan asked.
"A friend...a very powerful friend." Musater said, keeping his knowing grin.
(I hope I got all that right, well that's it from me, I tried to be as vague as I could and not delve too much into it, hope it works!)
...Carl broke through the underbrush , racing out onto a deserted back road...he paused briefly catching his breath and turned towards the direction of Prague..." Dez is there...somewhere" he thought to himself...
He bent low and begin to sprint down the road, moving as rapidly as he could...
" There!!! There he is!!!" Brahg shouted to the driver of his SUV...
In the distance ahead of the vehicle a running figure was clearly visable...
" God he's fast" the driver muttered pushing the vehicles speed up and closing the distance...
" I want him alive!!" Brahg said ..." Aim for his legs"
A statico of weapons fire erupted from the rear of the vehicle as two wolves in the back tried to hit the fleeing Pure Blood...
Chips of debris and asphalt kicked up around Carl as he weaved to avoid being hit..still he hissed and staggered as a silver round grazed his leg..
" No way I can outrun them!!" Carl thought quickly...
The Pure Blood snapped a fast glance over his shoulder...seeing the vehicle closing in..." Not going to make it!!" he thought...
Ahead, two motorcycles appeared...moving rapidly towards him...
For an instant Carl thought they may be human motorist who'd unfortunatly turned onto this lonely back road..until they to began shooting at him...
" More of Natasha's hunters" he thought...as silver rounds cut the air around him..." have to think fast"
Sprinting full force towards the motorcycles...Carl leapt high into the air...extending his claws..and crashing headlong into the nearest rider taking him from his bike...
" Watch out!! watch out!!" Bragh shouted as the second biker, distracted by his comrade being attacked ..barreled head on towards the SUV...
" TO LATE HE"S GOING TO!!" the driver screamed as the roaring motorcycle plowed into the SUV and exploded in a tremendous fireball...sending the flaming rider spiraling through the air and crashing into the woods...
The Motorcycle itself traveled through the front windshield of the vehicle...pinning the driver inside under a half ton of flaming steel...
The SuV screeched and weaved it's front in flames...it's driver screaming in agony as the burning fuel consumed him...
" OUT!!" Brahg screamed leaping from the vehicle as he felt it begin to pitch and roll to it's side...
The scorched wolf struck the tarmac and watched as his vehicle flipped and spun...it's gas tank rupturing and mixing with the flames from the burning motorcycle..turning the SUV into a tumbling fireball..
The SUV landed on it's roof and skidded crashing into a ditch engulfed in flame...
Brahg watched as the two wolves in the rear of the vehicle franticly fought to get out of the inferno as the blaze consumed them...then he was thrown back as the SUV exploded..
Shaking his head Brahg stumbled to his feet and turned to where Carl was climbing onto the remaining motorcycle...
Carl had knocked the rider from his bike and moved to claim the vehicle for himself...he bent to lift the vehicle when he felt the bite of a silver blade in his back...driving deep.
He whirled and stared into the face of the rider he'd taken down...or at least what was left of it...his blow had removed half of the wolfs face and he now glared into a blood slicked skull covered in tattered flesh..
" Kill you!!" the wolf snarled slashing again with the blade...slicing Carl's palm as the Pure Blood stepped back...
Carl could feel the silver poisoning him...he kicked out and sent the mangled wolf stumbling back as Carl drew his pistol...
" KIll YOU!!" The mutilated wolf screamed and charged again...burying the blade into Carl's stomach as the Pure Blood fired again and again into the destroyed face of his attacker...
Carl grunted and wrenched the dagger free..tossing it to the pavement as behind him he felt a press of hot air as something exploded...
He turned to see a fireball rising from a nearby ditch..." Crashed" he muttered as he lifted the bike and slung a leg over it...
" Got...to..keep moving" the Pure Blood thought kicking the bike to life and placing a hand over the gushing wound in his stomach...
a shot cut the air by his head, and he turned to see a tall dark wolf aiming a pistol at him..
Dropping the bike into gear, Carl sped off as silver rounds whizzed past him..
He was hurt...dying perhaps...but he swore he would find his Son before he died...
That works just fine Warork...it actually reminded a bit of that scene in Red Dawn where the Rebel fighters are planning their attack on the Soviet prison camp...
OK, I'm going to to try to push out a few more write ups before I fall over...
... Ivan approached Natasha's chamber doors...his aprehension of being the one to deliver the news of Carl's escape growing with each step...
The Massive wolf sighed and gently knocked upon the polished gold trim door and waited...he didn't have to wait long..
The door opened and Natasha stood brazenly before him...she wore only a pair of high leather boots, behind her Kerri quickly slipped into a sheer robe...
" What is it Ivan.." Natasha asked...a hint of anoyance in her voice...
Ivan averted his eyes, staring at the floor..." I beg forgiveness My Queen...but...I must inform you of rather grim news.."
Natasha's voice grew cold...murderous in it's tone " What is it...it my sister?"
" No my Queen...it..it is the Pure Blood..the one called Carl" Ivan stammered...
" What of him?" Natasha asked...moving dangerously close to the big wolf..
" I regret to inform my Queen that he has escaped.." Ivan braced for the inevitable explosion..." He has also killed several guards.."
Natasha threw back her head and laughed...
The reaction took Ivan completely off guard and he recoiled thinking his Queen had indeed gone mad..
" Ivan...Ivan.." Natasha laughed.." Have no fear...I planned to have that miserable excuse for a wolf executed anyway...his existance offended me"
Ivan stammered..." But your majesty...the Prophecy...the need of a male Pure Blood.."
Again Natasha laughed.." We have extracted everything we needed from that pathetic cretin..indeed we have more than enough of his seed.."
Ivan stood awestruck.." So you don't care he escaped?"
" Why should I..?" Natasha smiled.." I have what I need...and I have the more powerful infant Pure Blood...my only regret is that I will have to wait to see that cowardly traitor die.."
" Wait?" Ivan said..." You feel he'll return?"
Natasha nodded.." Of course he will...his own self hatred will permit him to do nothing else...his foolish desire to become more...human...it will be his undoing."
Ivan shook his head.." I suppose you know best my Queen...do you have any further instructions?"
Natasha smiled " Who led the Hunt for Carl?" she asked...
" Brahg my Queen...he was the only survivor.." Ivan answered..
" Brahg" Natasha sighed..." Were it not for the fact he brought me the infant.." she shook her head..." No..leave him to me..I will address him later.."
Kerri appeared at Natasha's side resting her head on the Queens shoulder...
" I wish for my sister and her consort to join me " Natasha said..." see to it Ivan...I wish to speak to her.."
" Yes My Queen.." the big wolf bowed as the door slid closesed
... Lilith rose into the night sky, the Strigoi V'ral besides her...
" Tell me what you know V'ral" Lilith whispered " Our Lord Caine has granted me only the cycle of the Blood Moon in which to seek my retrobution upon she who defiled me...she who Caine would protect."
" You sense her already..." The Strigoi hissed with mirth..." surely you can feel her presence.."
Lilith paused..hanging motionless.." For an instant..I believed I did...but...something..something is different...as though I feel Scarlet...but.."
" But what childe of Caine" V'ral said...his tone one of high humor .." What is it that you feel.."
" I don't know" screamed the Vampire..." I don't know."
The Strigoi chuckled " You shall discover that which is hidden childe of Caine...though you may not relish what you find.."
" Enough of your riddles V'ral.." Lilith roared..." Do you know where she is ...or are you mearly trying to infuriate me as always.."
" I know..childe of Caine...indeed I do" the Strigoi said " In the hold of the Sect of the Rook...you shall find what you seek.."
Lilith tilted her head...anger filling her..." More riddles...more of your nonsence.."
The Strigoi shook it's head..." Fine Childe...I shall show you...but...blame me not for what you may discover.."
Together the two figures glidded through the air...moving closer and closer towards that which Lilith sought...
...Ok, hopefully all those write ups will inspire some RP's...
As for the folks at the dock ( Joker/Andy/Dez)...the Purifiers are patrolling the area...so...use your imaginations...
Andy should probably consider trying to get the Wrath of Ra back...it's still in the warehouse...
And Kais...Carl will be able to "sniff you out"...so..you have that to work with...
I was planning on helping Andy get the sword of wra back after we dealt with the Hunters since it won't help much in the fight. I'll see what I can do and I'll RP tomorrow.
@ Kais...I do have an event planned...but you can all still RP...Andy's ride isn't due to arrive until Tomorrow ( game time)...and you should all consider ensuring you are all armed..
But anyway...yes event will be coming..and the identity of the owner of the "cold eyes" who watched the Purifiers pull away will be revealed ...
So guys, I found a great archive of this stuff, (RP ammo, ya know?) anyways, I was crusing around looking for pics of werewolfs, and lo and behold! This one looked like (my perception of) Musatar!
ineptus astartes wrote:So guys, I found a great archive of this stuff, (RP ammo, ya know?)
anyways, I was crusing around looking for pics of werewolfs, and lo and behold! This one looked like (my perception of) Musatar!
I always Imagined Musater as more Wolf than Human when he changes, due to his age and relation to the royal blood line.
That just seems to... Inhuman. I like to see the eyes, and if I don't agree with what they are saying, I don't use it. THe eyes on that one are saying "I WILL END YOU." Instead of "Prepare to die, foolish man."
Scarlett sat silent on the large chair, the rest of the seats at the oval table had been removed and the largest seat with a high dragonhead carved back facing the double doors into the chamber, the eye of Anubis behind her. She glanced toward Nero, who smiled darkly and moved into the shadows, his skin shifting and morphing with the darkness until nothing visable of him remained.
Scarlett turned her gaze to the long corridor, she could feel the night breeze, all of the doors of the Black rook where wide open, there where no obstacles to Victoria's approach. Victoria, Lilith would be here soon, and at last one way or the other, their issues would be resolved.
Sitting in silence she could feel the call of the Vicissitude hearts blood out in the wilderness, it was waiting for them, waiting for them to do what needed to be done. She smiled, the sides of her cheeks splitting, the razor sharp teeth flexing in her jaw. Across her skin bone like ridges formed, solidified before liquefying back into the skin, rolling over her like a wave. The blood was quickly teaching her everything about her new powers, soon she would have full control and then the real carnage would begin.
"Are you ready?" came Nero's voice from the darkness.
"I will be."
Nothing else needed to be said, the plan was set, the blood was ready and their enemy was surely coming, by the dawn either they would be ash, or the night would have a threat like it had never faced before. Deep inside the Vicissitude screeched in excitement, vengeance was coming, finally after the eons it had endured, Vengeance was coming.
ineptus astartes wrote:So guys, I found a great archive of this stuff, (RP ammo, ya know?)
anyways, I was cruising around looking for pics of werewolves, and lo and behold! This one looked like (my perception of) Musater!
I always Imagined Musater as more Wolf than Human when he changes, due to his age and relation to the royal blood line.
I've always imagined all the wolves in this RP to be more "wolf than human" IMO the classic yet crude "wolf men" are too cheesy and just don't look as cool as the later interpretations...
In others news...something pertaining to Harlow from me later today...that is if I can get my deathworld of a backyard cut down to size...-_-
Ryan stood up abruptly, putting out his cigarette on the palm of his hand,without so much as noticing his skin burning. Whilst on the outside, he seemed calm and compliant, within the confines of his mind, he was dying inside a little at a time. They had taken his son, torn from his arms scant hours after he had named him. Little Cass, the apple of his eye, had been stolen away by Natasha, and now he lay deep inside a bastion that, judging from the defenses, was nigh on impregnable. Even with the help of a dozen werewolves that boasted their strength, Ryan could not help but feel a sense of hopelessness. It was a last desperate gambit to strike a foe against nigh impossible odds. They were going to die, and he would still not get his son. The look on his face must of betrayed his thoughts, as the large wolf, Longar, snorted with merriment.
"The pup thinks this won't work." he declared, with a smile on his lips that didn't quite spread to his cold, hard eyes. Ryan flushed, as a dozen pairs of eyes turned to look at him. Hollies gaze was hollow; her sister had died, and she had shed her tears. All she cared about now was the number of wolves she took with her on her path of self destruction. Harlowes gaze was accusing, but surely, surely he too knew he was heading to what would be his own death? Stars... he could see the urge to get her son back, but at what personal cost to herself? That was what rubbed him wrong; Ryan couldn't let Star come to harm, not when his son needed a mother, more than ever. Musater and Longar seemed to be sharing some private joke, and were smiling cruelly at his expense.
"Well? Has the puppy got claws, or is it frightened, still nuzzling for milk from its mothers teet?" Longar Quipped, a hearty boom in in voice.
Ryan was not so eloquent with his wording, nor did he see what was funny.
"feth you old man." Ryan growled, and he turned, and began to move away into the woods. As he disappeared into the forest, he heard the ancient wolf kings voice echo through the trees 'Temper Tantrum!' He stopped, his fists bunched, the anger inside him chestating, and growing from a small spark that had been glowing from deep inside. He cursed them, cursed them all. If they had been faster, if they hadn't missed, he wouldn't have lost his son. The sound of running feet caught his attention, and he span around to its direction, claws unsheathed, fangs bared. He had been half hoping, to his shame, that it would of been that Musater, or even more, Longar. How he urged to wipe his smile off of his face, and show him what his claws could do. However, he was disappointed to see it wasn't the pair of wolves he had been hoping for, but instead Harlow and his mate, Star. Both looked concerned, but Ryan couldn't help but notice the hand resting on the butt of Harlowes pistol as he ran over.
"Ryan, where're you going?" the elder wolf barked, as he came to a skidding stop in front of him, out of breath. Star came up next to him a second later, panting from the run. It occurred to Ryan then that he had made quite a distance between him and the camp in the comparatively short time.
"I'm going to get my kid back." Ryan replied, his eyes on the ground.
"On your own? That's suicidal, you know that." Harlow retorted.
"Babe, he's right, surely you can see that?I want him back too, but you have to wait." Star reached over to touch his arm, but he stepped out of reach. Star shied away, looking hurt.
"Harlow, you said Natasha tried to make a deal with you? I think I might be a better bargaining chip than you were." As he said it, it tasted like ashes in his mouth, but he finally felt defeat. He had never given up before, never in his life, and was loathe to do so now. But... There was no other way.
"What?!" Harlow almost shouted, but clipped it halfway through, to a lower whisper. Wolves have good hearing, and Harlow was courteous enough not to project his voice throughout the woods, to every ear attuned to noise. "Ryan, she wants the purebloods, she doesn't want a halfbreed. You'll just be walking into your death. Don't be stupid."
Ryan snarled. "The bitch has always had a certain obsession with me, doubtless she'd see the investment."
Star frowned. "I don't understand..."
Harlow made a final bid. "Think of Holly man, she looks up to you, like a brother. She's already lost one of her family, she can't lose another."
"And whose fault is it she died in the first place?" Ryan growled, his eyes glowering with murderous hate.
"Ryan, Vegas died because she took a risk. She was defending our child!" Star replied.
Harlow shook his head in disgust, not truly believing what he was seeing. Ryan, who he had, for the first time earlier in the night, seen tear apart a trio of wolves, almost single handed, was now going to the very monsters who took his son. It seemed unthinkable. It was probably the full moon making him more aggressive, and Ryan wan't helping, and it was all that he could do to stay his hand.
"Harlow. For all your years of experience, you are still a terrible judge of character. You said that, deep down, I am a good person. I'm not. I imagine you never became drunk with power, just after your first transformation, did you? I was barely eight years old. I slaughtered my way out of Hospital, and ran home, covered head to toe in blood. I killed my mother, my own mother, because she tried to phone the police when I walked into the front door. I ate my fill from her dying corpse, and then went to bed. Can you not see, now, after all this time, I'm not a good person, I'm simply trying to repair the sins I've caused in my life. God knows, prayer didn't work. A million hail Mary's won't save me now, but my son... he can be brought up properly. He doesn't have to live his life without parents."
During his brief speech, Harlow held his tongue, but after Ryan finished, he frowned. "If we save him, he'll have both parents. Your acting as if it's suicide."
"Lisa didn't think she would die. Vegas, she probably thought she would live through the night, and find a cure for the curse. The fething thing about dying, is more often than not, you won't see it coming until he's already swung the scythe. Whose to say I don't take a round to the head seconds after breaking cover? This way, this way no one gets hurt."
"But you'll be against us." Harlow said, dumbfounded.
"I'll see you on the battlefield then." Ryan returned, before, with one final look over to Star, he turned on his heel, and walked away. Harlow pulled his pistol from his belt, and aimed it at Ryan. the barrel sighted on the back of the receding head.
"Stop, or I'll shoot you." Harlow said, remorse written across his face.
"No you won't."
Ryan disappeared into the gloom, and after several seconds, all sound of him was gone. Harlow holstered his pistol, and swore. He turned to Star, who was watching him with a guarded stare, her claws slowly sliding back into her fingertips.
"You had better go find a place to wait for Ryan. I don't think Longar, or Musater would be best pleased upon this... turn of events."
Star nodded, and broke off into a run in the opposite direction, until he too, was alone in the dark. Harlow swore to himself again, softly, before he began to walk back to camp.
Andy looked at his fellow hunters, the trap was laid and from the sounds of it the Six Fingered Hand had already started its attack on anybody who wanted to help him. If they were anything like Andy she was probably dismembered and burnt to ashes by now. He wasn't bad, but even in his career he would have done the same to any collaborator and from what he understood they were worse than he was. But it was this that worried him the most, he didn't have any weapons to defend himself save for some claws.
"We need to go back to the warehouse." Andy said to the others.
"Why, we have this trap set up and all we need to do is wait." Joker asked.
"Because all of my gear is there." Andy said as he stood up, "My revolver, my ammo, my dagger, and most importantly the Sword of Ra. You know the big sword I carried around, its really special."
"You had an ancient weapon and you just left it there?" Bjorn asked.
"You know about it?" Andy cocked his head.
"Yes I know of it, I do study the magicks and the weapons that use it." Bjorn explained, "We do need to retrieve that weapon." he said to Joker.
"They're after Sylvia and if they got her then they know where we are." Joker said, "It would be best to wait it out."
"Chances are whatever was sent to help us is gone and whoever was with it is dead." Andy replied, "We need to go back so I can at least have some kind of ranged weapon.".
"Leaving would be dangerous." Joker answered.
"Staying here is dangerous." Andy answered, "I need my weapons, I do need them. I also need some new clothes, we all need new stuff so they don't recognize us."
"The phones Andy." Vegas said in his head,
"Yes, of course the phones." Andy said loudly, "Thank you Vegas, we need to get rid of the phones they can track us that way."
"Vegas is dead Andy." Joker corrected.
"She's not dead silly, she's still here." Andy chuckled, "She wants me to give you a swift kick to the nads to show that she's still here but I won't because we're friends. We are friends right?"
"I would say so I guess." Joker replied unsure of how to answer.
"Good, so you'll come with me to get the weapons back then." Andy clapped his hands together, "It'll be fun. Dez and I will get some clothes that aren't ripped to shreds, you guys can get some new clothes too so they don't recognize you, we'll get a new car, and new phones."
"I don't know about all of that." Dez said from the side, "But we do need to do something so they don't recognize us."
"Okay, but should we set this trap off first and then go or what?" Joker asked.
"I don't know... we'll make a decision soon and then I'll tell you all what we decide." Andy said before returning to his thoughts.
Harlow trudged back to the small clearing where the others were, his head bowed. His mind tried to keep up with what was going on but he found it hard. Everything had fallen apart since that fight at the warehouse and now...there was nothing holding together this little ragtag force of opposing wolves...
He made it back, the three others that were there looked up at him, obviously sensing something was wrong.
"Where is he?" Musater asked, arms crossed. Harlow looked at all of them, wondering how he was going to break it to them.
"Gone, he's decided to give himself up to Natasha." He said looking away, he almost spat the words. Musater and Longar immediately became enraged.
"What?! That imbecile! He'll ruin the whole thing!" Musater almost shouted and began running into the woods after Ryan. He ran past Harlow who grabbed him and slammed him against a tree to stop his advance. Harlow looked up into Musater's eyes, pain written in them.
"Let him go. He's made his decision for himself and his child."
"What about Star?" Holly asked darkly from where she sat.
"Both of them want to see their kid again, both of them don't want to die in the process of getting him back, their decision is pretty clear."
"What about us?" Holly asked, her gaze pointed at the ground. Harlow faltered for a moment and let Musater go. He backed off a few feet and slid down a tree until he was sitting against it. He sighed audibly and looked up into the night sky.
"I don't know."
At that moment it was a really sore temptation to just get up, walk back to the warehouse, get his things, and get on the soonest plane back to the states for Harlow. He actually considered doing it right then and there. What purpose did he have in some mad bid for vengeance? What was keeping him here? Why not just walk away right now and cut his losses?
The voice told him, as it always did, it almost seemed childish but the principle was there. The reason he could not walk away now is that in his heart he knew that would mean Natasha would win, and sooner or later no matter how far he ran, he'd be here again trying to find a way to fight her. The silence around him was palpable as the others were lost in their own thoughts. Harlow knew they needed an edge, something...
And then a crazy, absolutely fething insane idea came to mind, one that could easily get them all killed before they got anywhere near Natasha's mansion but at the same time, if it worked, they might just be able to go forward with whatever plan they could come up with after.
"We need more fighters, I think I know where to find some..." Harlow said looking up.
"Whats that then?" Longar asked.
"Before you met us we were in the company of some hunters who had been turned, two of them ran off in a different direction than us after the fight, we were tracking them until we met you."
"And?" Came Musater's response, not liking where this was going.
"One of them has a father who is being tortured by Natasha, the other's friend was killed by her goons, they're both probably meeting with some other hunters somewhere..." Harlow said looking around, his face dead serious. He let the implication hang for a moment before he spoke again. "This plan is hanging by a thread now that Ryan is gone, who's batgak crazy enough to ask the hunters for help?"
The other three stared at him dumbfounded. He could see it in all their faces, they were trying to figure out if he was sane or not...Harlow smiled.
"Crazy, stupid, yeah I know, but what the hell have we got to lose?" Harlow said standing up. He sniffed. "Trail's still there, we can still find em, Musater, how soon can your assets get to the outskirts of the city?"
"I'm not sure." Musater asked, the look of astonishment still on his face.
"Well find out. Lets go see if we can make some new friends eh?" Harlow said as he walked through the forest on a new path, following the scent trail he was faintly picking up. Holly stood up and followed him, now that Ryan, Star, Lisa, and Vegas were all gone, he was the only thing she knew left, so she followed. Musater and Longar looked at each other. Longar shrugged and smiled broadly.
"This wolf has some balls I'll give him that." He said as he followed, Musater, finally defeated, followed the now smaller group.
As Harlow trudged on, he thought about Ryan and Star, he didn't know either of them, but he'd seen the way they had looked at each other, heard the way that they spoke, felt the pain each of them felt at losing their son...
It reminded him of his own love, how he had so closely come to being happy...sadly, that fate was not his to have...
It was a booming Friday night at the Bull Run Saloon. cowboys, businessmen, frontiersmen, marshals, miners, farmers, ranchers, clerks, all were gathered from all walks of life here tonight and so was Syd Harlow. On any normal circumstances, he'd be as far from places like this as possible but tonight was special. Harlow sat a a crowded table, many spectators watched them as they battled silently. Each man at the table had a few cards in front of them and in the center of the table was a pile of chips that on a cursory glance could very well be worth close to a thousand dollars. The dealer called for final bets, Harlow looked at his cards, then his eyes went to the woman sitting next to him, the most beautiful thing on the Earth as far as he was concerned...
He had met Katherine or "Kitty" as he now called her, about a year and a half ago here in San Antonio. Harlow had had a few drinks and though he was far from falling over he had been in a good mood and so had she, they had spent the night enjoying all the comforts and fun the city had to offer and Harlow had to admit it was the most fun he'd had in a very long time. The two had hit it off after that, and people looked on at the two, how they looked at each other, how they spoke to each other, and they knew they were a couple. Harlow had lived with her here in the city after a few months of their relationship and now, well, he would have to wait and see...She was tall woman, that red hair, those blue eyes, that smile, whenever she looked at Harlow well, he found it hard to explain, he hadn't felt the same way about any other woman that was certain. Sure he had had a few crushes in his younger years but this was something else. She definitely wasn't bad looking either, he knew that for a fact because he'd almost gotten in a few brawls with some drunks who were too full of booze to keep it in their pants...
She looked back at him and gave him that enchanting smile he'd fallen in love with and he nodded to her. Harlow took one of his cards out of his hand and passed it to the dealer. He received a card in return and fought the urge to grin madly, it was just the card he was looking for. He wore a look of neutrality, maybe even interpretable as disappointment, but he put some of his chips in anyway, about half of them. He watched over his cards as the other players discarded cards, got more, and pushed chips into the pot, there were five other people at this table and the pot was now huge, almost fifteen hundred dollars in all...
The dealer waited a moment and with baited breath, called for the men to play their cards. There were dozens of people watching that one table and all of them fell silent as the players put their hands down and showed their cards. Two of the men had decent hands, two had really good ones but the one next to Harlow had all four kings, that would be hard to beat. All of them, including Kitty looked on in suspense as Harlow put his cards on the table without flourish but with a knowing grin and relished the look of surprise his opponents wore as they looked at four aces all lined up. There was a few cheers, a lot of applause and some patting on the back as Harlow gathered the pot and the other players got up. A few gave him a handshake but the one that had nearly beaten him just scowled. Soon, the table was empty and all the other patrons had moved on to other games or pieces of interest, leaving Harlow and Katherine alone at the table with the stash of chips waiting to be turned into money...
Harlow leaned back in his chair content and thought about it. He'd never done stuff like this before, maybe a little before he was bitten but not on this scale, he was generally averted to spending his time in public, but when he was with her, it didn't matter to him, it was like all his worries were gone with that little giggle she had. They both looked at each other and laughed over their victory for a minute and then went back to silence.
"How'd you get so good at Poker Syd?" She asked, looking at him slyly. Harlow shrugged, his smile still on his face.
"Dunno, just lucky I guess." He said under a raised eyebrow. Katherine looked at him fro a moment more, thinking maybe he'd say something else but then just shook her head and looked at the stack of chips.
"You always were a man of few words." She said through her smile. He leaned over to her causing her to look at him and he looked her playfully in the eye.
"Why talk when I can do this?" He said and then leaned forward and kissed her hungrily on the mouth which she reciprocated appreciatively. As he pulled away she grabbed his arm again keeping his face close to hers.
"Y'know, maybe you'll get lucky again tonight." She said in the same playful tone he had used. Harlow chuckled.
"Sure are a bossy little miss ain't ya?" He said.
"Well the way I see it there are two kinds of people, Syd." She said, placing a hand on his chest. "The people who get what they want, and everyone else, now come on." She said through her giggling as she drug his arm up to follow her, Harlow paused to collect his loot and then let Kitty lead him up the stairs towards their apartment, chuckling the whole way.
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The next morning Harlow sat on the edge of the bed, his love laying next to him, he had already put on some pants but was now just sitting there in thought. He was conflicted, he loved this woman, for that much he was certain, but he was also less than human and eventually if he wanted their relationship to go any further, he had to tell her. He groaned slightly, the fear of what would happen if he did that welling back up, he'd just have to take that chance though, there was now way he could get around it anymore. He turned and looked to Kitty who was still asleep on the other side of the bed and sighed, he nudged her gently until she opened her eyes and looked at him, asking what was wrong.
"Get up, I have to talk to you about something..." He said fatefully.
After they had both dressed, they sat at a table in the apartment across from each other. Eventually, Harlow got over the ice in his stomach and spoke.
"I have to tell you something...something I'm not proud of." He started. Katherine nodded and looked down at the table.
"I have something to confess too..." She said to his surprise but he continued talking anyway.
"You know that I love ya Kitty and nothing in the world can change that." He said. "But there are some things that you need to know before this goes anywhere else."
He then went on to explain the world of the supernatural to her to the best of his ability and prayed to whatever being ruled that she wouldn't think he was insane. Instead, he was greeted by silence, a stare, and then, to his complete surprise, a giggle. His eyes darted for a moment before he tentatively asked what was so funny.
"You and me, here we are dreading admitting something to each other and we're talking about the same thing..." She said through her laugh. Harlow was dumbstruck. Katherine took on a somber tone.
"Syd, My father was a hunter, he fought vampires and wolves like you're talking about, he died in the line of duty about a decade ago, My family didn't know until after he died, I did a lot of research before I met you, I know all about the things that lurk in the night." She said which both elated Harlow and devastated him at the same time. That was going to make his next words a lot harder...
"That's great...but...well..I don't know how to tell you this Kitty...so I'll just say it." He said with a sigh. "I'm a werewolf."
There was a silence and then more giggling. "Oh Syd, always with the jokes, you're such a bad liar..." She said completely genuinely. He could see that she didn't believe him, that only left him with one option. He looked at her with one eyebrow raised.
"Oh? Am I?" He said and put both of his hands on the table and watched her face as claws shot out of his fingertips. Katherine almost fell out of her chair with astonishment. There was a silence between them and Harlow felt unbearably warm in this room as his nervousness met its peak. Finally he spoke again.
"This doesn't change the fact that I love ya girl, I hope this doesn't change anything between us..." He began.
"No, no!" Katherine said assuredly. "Its just...well...now I guess I know what you were doing all those times you said you couldn't come out with me on the nights at about the end of the month."
Harlow rubbed his head. "Yeah." He admitted. "I don't like it either but I've lived with it for a while now, you really don't need to worry, its under control." He said knowing how false it sounded.
"Of course." She said seemingly assured.
After that a week passed, the two talked about it a few times more, getting a few more details in and Harlow was optimistic that Katherine had accepted him for what he was and had made peace with it...Things were looking up...but he knew what the next step was. If both of them were to be together, if Katherine loved him as much as he did her and as much as he thought she did, she would be cursed with him and they would have each other for the rest of their lives...
It was the dawn of the seventh day after he had first talked to her and he turned to wake her for the talk he knew would seal both of their fates, but she wasn't there. Harlow looked for her everywhere and finally, on the table, he found a letter addressed to him. With trembling hands, he opened it, knowing what he would read. In it, Katherine professed his love for him but insisted that, for now at least, it was not going to work between them. She maintained her feelings for Harlow but admitted she was scared of what might happen to her or him if she stayed with him. Harlow closed his eyes, tears welling up, he didn't bother reading the last line or the signature as he tossed the letter into the stovepot fire.
"Perhaps if our paths cross again one day, we can be together, but for now, remember me as you always have, know that I am as heartbroken as you surely must be and that you never leave my mind. I am making the decision, maybe not the best one, but the right one for both of us."
Your love, Katherine Whitlow
(And that takes care of that...asking questions yet? Good...
...The sad part is, if this goes the way I think it might, the ending might not be too far from Halo's last silly post...
EDIT: I think this represents Harlow's attitude toward the situation right now...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Well, technically, Dez is not a Hunter...
... he is kind of with the Lunar Brotherhood, but in a way he just cares about looking after himself, and doing what he wants to do...
... yay, Dez can fight alongside Harlow!
Well he was once a hunter right? Like back in the first Blood Moon?
I can't hep but wonder what ghosty's planning...seems like a counterproductive move to me but he must know something that we don't...
Anyway, yeah, there'll be plenty of fights, just hope that both of us are alive by the time this is over...actually, to be quite honest, I wouldn't mind if Harlow died, it would make the perfect set up for the next Blood Moon.
Yeah, I have plans for Blood Moon III, that may or may not involve Musater, depending on if he lives. I won't be playing him again, as I feel the Musater/Musatei coin has been flipped. Maybe I'll be a hunter, just for S&G.
Just a little IC stuff tonight, feeling a bit yuck.
IC...
The female guard, Miva, had paused to listen to the Pure Blood's conversation with her Commander before running off and Erzuli had noticed. She was unsure of the look on the wolf's face before she had gone and the Mgral cursed herself for remaining so isolated for so long. She should have taken Vilem's advice and joined wolf society nearly 40 years ago. She wondered what he would do right now and missed the support of her lover and the pack she could have joined, should have joined long ago. Hell, right now she even missed being called 'Dimes'. All she had was an experiment turned seemingly loyal 'daughter' and... Jarin. Leaning her forehead on his chest, she thumped a fist half-heartedly into him, next to her head. 'Don't you dare die for me!' she thought, despising her weakness as she recognised a deeper emotion forming for him. With a groan of frustration she pushed away suddenly and stormed back down the corridor towards the chamber.
"Chains or not... I need to find out more of this prophecy. I just hope you know a fast way out if we need it. Because we will if you are the only one to defy the Queen's orders."
As Anya scampered after Erzuli, Jarin paused, letting the Pure Blood's words sink in for quite some time before running after her. He caught up just as they turned the corner to the chamber.
"What do you think you are going to find, that the Queen has not?"
"Something, anything... there has to be more to this. Either something she has missed, or is not telling anyone."
"And if there... is not anything else?"
"There has to be!" Erzuli snapped, feeling her hip start to ache once again at just the wrong moment. She reached to her back pocket for her snuffbox and realised it had to be somewhere in the ballroom. Most likely picked up by some servant, only to be thrown away. This time, she would have to endure the irritation. "...there has to be..."
Anyways, haven't been on that much because I've been looking after some kids while my brother helps his GF move. No the kids aren't theirs, they belong to a family friend. Good news is they live on an inlet so the fishing's good. Bad news is that the Dismal Swamp is on fire so smoke is wafting up from it to where we live, and as some of you may know nothing smells better than a swamp on fire.
If you watch this video, you can see the smoke from the fire.
Hey guys, had a bit of a shake up the other morning and ended up spending last night in the Hospital...just got discharged a few hours ago.
Everything is fine...but I'm a bit tired so I'll probably skip doing any sort of write ups or anything tonight...though I do have a lot of ideas bouncing about my weary head.
Chowderhead wrote:What the feth? FITZZ! What happened man!
I was having some chest pain that got progressively worse, so the Missus called an ambulance...EMT's showed up and off to the Hospital I went...got there about Noon yesterday...
Well, The Docs took about a gallon of blood and ran a bunch of test...all day yesterday and most of this morning, with the exception of me being " under a bit of stress" and my blood sugar being elevated , all my test came back fine and the Doc said my heart is as strong as an ox and I'm in great shape ( for a man my age)...
He did advise me to try to "take it easy" and to cut out eating some of the crap that I do...oh and to quit smoking ...
But yeah, I'm ok...just a bit of a scare...been stressing a lot lately and it caught up to me..
Damn, Fitzz. Good to hear that it shouldn't be anything serious but when a doctor advises you to take it easy its best to heed that advice. Its good for you and fun as well. Anyways, here's to hoping that nothing else comes because of it.
halonachos wrote:Damn, Fitzz. Good to hear that it shouldn't be anything serious but when a doctor advises you to take it easy its best to heed that advice. Its good for you and fun as well. Anyways, here's to hoping that nothing else comes because of it.
Yeah, I plan to just take the rest of the week off and chill...try to " decompress" a bit...
I won't lie though...I had a moment of " holy feth" when the pain first hit...My Mothers side of the Family ( particularly the males) have a bad habit of just having their hearts "explode" on them...My Grandfather died when he was only a few years older than me, he finished eating a plate of red beans and rice, went to put the plate in the sink and BAM...died before he hit the floor.( he had a high stress job as well)...so I'm taking the situation very seriously...
The Doc asked me quite a bit about my work, stress levels...etc...I told him there is rarely a day that I don't feel like something in my head is going to pop...he said I should find a new job.. because and I quote " Even though your built like a tank..it doesn't make you one...you keep pushing yourself and you will drop over.." Unquote...
So...yeah...I'm going to kick back and just take it easy for a few days...
FITZZ wrote:Yeah, I plan to just take the rest of the week off and chill...try to " decompress" a bit...
I won't lie though...I had a moment of " holy feth" when the pain first hit...My Mothers side of the Family ( particularly the males) have a bad habit of just having their hearts "explode" on them...My Grandfather died when he was only a few years older than me, he finished eating a plate of red beans and rice, went to put the plate in the sink and BAM...died before he hit the floor.( he had a high stress job as well)...so I'm taking the situation very seriously...
The Doc asked me quite a bit about my work, stress levels...etc...I told him there is rarely a day that I don't feel like something in my head is going to pop...he said I should find a new job.. because and I quote " Even though your built like a tank..it doesn't make you one...you keep pushing yourself and you will drop over.." Unquote...
So...yeah...I'm going to kick back and just take it easy for a few days...
Feth Fitzz! Sounds serious, my dad had a similar scare not too far back and he works in law enforcement, of course his job is extremely stressful at times and I worry about him a lot. Anyway, my thoughts go out to you and I hope you feel better after some R&R.
Don't go dying on us Fitzz, you still have to write the end of this awesome RP!!!
Whoah, feth Fitzz, glad to know you're alright and that is was nothing serious, and be sure to get as much rest as you need, ad come back healthily to Blood Moon...
Thanks for all the well wishes everyone..
Just so ya'll know, I'm feeling good , better today than I have in weeks.
Bit bummed about my " new diet" ( have to drop about twenty pounds) so some of my "normal" eating habits have to change ...IE no more grabbing pulled pork and coleslaw sandwiches and steak fries for lunch every other day...in fact most of my "Cajun heritage" foods are now on the " cut back on" list...but...what the hell, I'm getting older ( grumble...) have to realize I'm not a young buck anymore and make some adjustments..
... Anyway, I've been thinking up some pretty evil ideas for the RP during my " down time" and will most likely have a few posted up later tonight...so stay tuned everyone.
Totenmaske (pronounced: Toe-ten-mask-eh)
WS-7/BS-5/S-6/W-3/I-9/A-3/SV-3+
SIRE: None
COMMON NAMES: Skin Takers, Fleshdrinkers, the Twisted
DESCRIPTION: The horribly disturbing Kindred known as the Totenmasken are former Vampires transformed into hideous creatures by drinking great quantities of Ancient Vitae tainted with Black Magick. A Totenmaske stands on average six feet tall, with pale, gangly limbs that touch the floor. They are whip-thin, with rubbery flesh that is nearly transparent in its paleness. The Totenmasken have no faces, only the vague impressions of eye sockets. They do not feed on blood as the other Kindred do, but on the flesh and terror of their victims. The fingers of a Totenmaske are hollow, little more than sharp tubes that the creatures use to sink into the bodies of their prey. With horrible suction, the Totenmaske literally drinks the creature's meat, sucking it into itself. More horrifically, the Totenmaske can assume the form of those it has 'drunk' from, sounding and appearing as their prey did in life. Most of the Kindred won't have anything to do with the Totenmasken, and some Vampire factions have attempted to exterminate them along with the Strigoi.
TRAITS: Totenmasken PCs have all of the traits granted to Vampire characters, with the following exceptions:
Totenmasken do not require Vitae to survive, but must instead absorb the flesh of a human or Kindred. Once absorbed, the Totenmaske may shapeshift to appear as that creature for a full week before the flesh begins to slough off.
FITZZ wrote: Thanks for all the well wishes everyone..
Just so ya'll know, I'm feeling good , better today than I have in weeks.
Bit bummed about my " new diet" ( have to drop about twenty pounds) so some of my "normal" eating habits have to change ...IE no more grabbing pulled pork and coleslaw sandwiches and steak fries for lunch every other day...in fact most of my "Cajun heritage" foods are now on the " cut back on" list...but...what the hell, I'm getting older ( grumble...) have to realize I'm not a young buck anymore and make some adjustments..
... Anyway, I've been thinking up some pretty evil ideas for the RP during my " down time" and will most likely have a few posted up later tonight...so stay tuned everyone.
I've been trying to diet for awhile myself just to lose some weight so I can hopefully skip out on remedial boot camp for my medical school. In summary the diet is as follows; fruits and veggies with a lot of water(watermelon, cucumbers, celery), chicken or turkey, and maybe a slice of toast every 3 days. Its sucks but its supposed to get my body regulated to better foods, not too bad in some cases because a bowl containing a cup of corn, half a cup of shredded chicken, and loaded with lettuce is still pretty satisfying.
FITZZ wrote: Thanks for all the well wishes everyone..
Just so ya'll know, I'm feeling good , better today than I have in weeks.
Bit bummed about my " new diet" ( have to drop about twenty pounds) so some of my "normal" eating habits have to change ...IE no more grabbing pulled pork and coleslaw sandwiches and steak fries for lunch every other day...in fact most of my "Cajun heritage" foods are now on the " cut back on" list...but...what the hell, I'm getting older ( grumble...) have to realize I'm not a young buck anymore and make some adjustments..
... Anyway, I've been thinking up some pretty evil ideas for the RP during my " down time" and will most likely have a few posted up later tonight...so stay tuned everyone.
I've been trying to diet for awhile myself just to lose some weight so I can hopefully skip out on remedial boot camp for my medical school. In summary the diet is as follows; fruits and veggies with a lot of water(watermelon, cucumbers, celery), chicken or turkey, and maybe a slice of toast every 3 days. Its sucks but its supposed to get my body regulated to better foods, not too bad in some cases because a bowl containing a cup of corn, half a cup of shredded chicken, and loaded with lettuce is still pretty satisfying.
Yeah, it's not really so bad...I can eat all the salad I want ( light no fat dressing, with a bit of shredded chicken (skinless), It's just the "heavy" saturated fats and such that have to go ( or at least be cut down on)...sadly that does include most ( but not all) of my "traditional New Orleans" goodies as well as many of my "Chinese Buffet" favorites.
It's not as though I can "never" have them...I just have to cut back on the amount of times a week I do have them...and start bringing " healthy" lunches to work instead of grabbing "fast food" every day.
Overall...It's something I can addapt to...sure..I'll grumble a bit, but meh...It means a leaner meaner Fitzz with a lot more " staying power"...so...I'll get used to it.
Yep, and when you're 80 something you can go ahead and have all of the pulled pork and coleslaw you want. That is if you still have teeth in your head.
Diets always aren't that bad, just something to get used to. My family's big on beef and I have to cut down on it which means I miss out on a lot of family meals. But my brother's girlfriend is a vegan so I usually steal some of her food if I'm desperate enough.
halonachos wrote:Yep, and when you're 80 something you can go ahead and have all of the pulled pork and coleslaw you want. That is if you still have teeth in your head.
Diets always aren't that bad, just something to get used to. My family's big on beef and I have to cut down on it which means I miss out on a lot of family meals. But my brother's girlfriend is a vegan so I usually steal some of her food if I'm desperate enough.
We usually have at least one big family "BBQ" or what have you every month, but that's not to bad...I can "indulge" every now and again....just not three and four times a week... My big problem is really that I'm pretty much a "blue collar" sort of guy in a lot of ways...work hard,play hard...don't think to much about what I'm shoving in my face...so basiclly it's a matter of adapting to a new way of looking at things...actually thinking about " hmm, maybe I shouldn't have this plate of pork ribs and cornbread and that second piece of sweet potato pie"...that sort of thing...
It's funny, the Missus came home this morning with a bunch of these little " health choice" meals...and some sugar free/no fat ice cream...I looked at one and kind of wanted to cry a bit...it just seemed so devoid of spirit...like a little piece of generic nothing...butwhat the hell...she's being supportive ...and I've been searching out " healthy recipes" all day...so...I'll adapt.
...On to a bit of RP news...
Whilst resting, I began to muse on ideas for Blood Moon III....I can only say that if it comes into being...it will be a HUGE twist in the storyline...of course it will maintain it's flavor...but it will rip into areas as of yet unexplored...opening up vast new realms...
We will just have to see how everything comes together....but if I can make it happen...I will.
Whoa Fitzz that's pretty scary news. You take it easy you hear? I might get a post up tonight, but I'm feeling a bit... blue at the mo so we'll see how things go.
ghosty wrote:Whoa Fitzz that's pretty scary news. You take it easy you hear? I might get a post up tonight, but I'm feeling a bit... blue at the mo so we'll see how things go.
I'm in full relax mode my friend, heaviest thing I've lifted all day is a bottle of water and my biggest "concern" has been a toss up between what low cal dressing to have on my salad tonight and thinking about some write up ideas for this RP.... ...so a very relaxed day.
Sorry to hear you've got the blues man, try to keep your head up and no rush on an RP unless your feeling up to it Bro.
...Jarin followed closely behind Erzuli and the young pup Anya...he found himself troubled deeply by Erzuli's concerns ...even more so because he himself was not entirely sure what Natasha was capable of her pursuits of fulfilling the prophecy...Jarin shook his head..." Could she attempt to enslave Erzuli?...force her into obeying..?" The huge wolf didn't know ...he knew if it came to that ..Erzuli would resist...she would fight..and he knew that now, despite his belife in the prophecy...he would fight at Erzuli's side if it came to that...
As they entered the Chamber of Ages, Jarin stood quietly and watched as Erzuli moved towards a large table covered with ancient stone tablets and scrolls...
" Perhaps" he thought " My Mistress will find the reason she needs to join my Queen...or perhaps she shall find something which will turn her away.."
The big wolf sighed as Erzuli bent over the table and began to read over an ancient tome...
...On the other side of the Mansion Natasha sat quietly in her chambers, Kerri's head resting upon her thigh...
The young wolf glanced up at her Mistress " I apologize once again for my harsh words against your sister My Queen..."
Natasha smiled down at Kerri and stroked her hair " All is forgiven my beloved little one...no need to fret"
" Do you believe she will accept what you've told her?" Kerri inquired...
Natasha paused and shook her head " I don't know ...I pray she does...for all of our sakes...If only I could..."
Kerri waited for a moment and then spoke " If only what Mistress?"
Natasha lowered her head..." There is much you do not know my love...much that only the ancients know about the prophecy.."
Kerri sat up and looked at Natasha..." I know the Great wolf shall rise...and insure the dominance of our kind...insure our survival...I.."
Natasha lifted her head and smiled a small sad smile at the young wolf " That is only part of it my beloved...only part...there is more to the prophecy than even most wolves are aware of..perhaps only a half dozen know it's full ramifications.."
The young wolf gazed at her Mistress " What is it my Queen...what more is there to know?"
Natasha stroked Kerri's hair..." You shall know in time my love...you shall know in time."
...The Hummers edged along near the waterfront...cruising slowly...searching...Lord Purifier Marilus scanned the dim streets for any sign of his prey...on his left hand he gripped the Cross of Lords, an ancient relic, over a thousand years old, it had been in posesion of the Six Fingered Hand for over seven hundred years and with it no Purifier had ever failed in locating their qaury...
The Cross was said to have been blessed by an ancient Hunter turned Saint...and it posessed the powers to guide the pure to the locations of evil, though it's range was limited...it began to emit a soft glow..
" We are close Brother Albert" Marilus said..." very close..."
" I shall inform Brother Ramirez" Brother Albert replied watching the light of the Cross grow stronger as the vehicle moved deeper into a colection of old buildings...
" Somewhere in there." Marilus said..." They are hidden somewhere in there.."
The vehicles pulled to a stop and the Purifiers disembarked, gathering together near the rear of one of the Hummers...
" Orders Lord Purifier?" Ramirez said wracking a round into the breach of his shotgun
" We stay together...no splitting up" Marilus said " We will search this area bulding by building..room by room...those we seek are somewhere within these structures...hiding like the cowardly vermin they are...but together we shall locate them...together...we shall cleanse.."
" We shall purify ...we shall cleanse" the assembled Brothers chanted...
" Let us move quickly them Brothers" Marilus said, turning the glowing cross towards a group of buildings..." Our prey waits within.."
IC: Ryan took the most direct path towards Natasha and her mansion, ignoring the issues that had previously caused him concern. It didn't matter now whether or not he was tracked, afterall, any of the Queens trackers would likely follow the trail back to their base of operations, and if Harlow desired to find him, he wouldn't need the tracks to discern his location. The full moon lit the woods around him in a soft and pale glow, coloring everything around him in monochrome. And then, amongst the tall pines, amidst the undergrowth, a lone stag stood proud. It was strangely beautiful; his great muscular frame rippling like liquid silver in the light of the moon, and the great antlers protruding from his brow arched and curved above him, glowing. The Stag turned its handsome face in his direction, as if already sensing the danger, but to its credit, it did not turn and run. Ryan stepped out into the light from his hiding spot in the bushes, into full view of the animal. Still it stayed it's ground. Ryan took two cautious steps forward, and still, the Stag held position. Again Ryan stepped forward into the full glow of the moon. The wolf inside him called out to be let free, to chase the Stag down and take the kill, but he resisted. He finally took in the natural beauty of the world for what it was, and how he, as a creature, could never fit in. There was no natural place for his kind in the world. He took another step forward, and in response the stag stamped the ground with its hoof in agitation. Whether or not it was too scared to move, or filled with some sense of bravado, Ryan could not say, but for whatever reason, Ryan took it for a sign. He crossed the distance between the Stag and himself in a single leap, and clamped his hold upon the Antlers of the bucking Dear. Before it could make so much as a frightened bleat, Ryan twisted sharply with his powerful arms, and snapped the dears neck like a twig. The animal slumped, and Ryan lifted it onto his shoulder. Nothing said humble like unmauled prey to a wolf...
...I am literally bursting with ideas ATM...really hoping they all come together...
...Anyway, the write up above ( with the Six Fingered hand) is a potential event set up...will they discover Andy and the others?...we will have to wait and see.
FITZZ wrote: Ahh, gifts for Natasha...she'll enjoy that.
...I am literally bursting with ideas ATM...really hoping they all come together...
...Anyway, the write up above ( with the Six Fingered hand) is a potential event set up...will they discover Andy and the others?...we will have to wait and see.
Yeah...ghosty spends the entire RP fighting Natasha like a daemon but take away his kid and he goes crawling at her feet like a puppy... I'm kidding of course and I'm extremely curious to see what his plan is to get Cassy back...
Yeah, those witch hunter guys, shouldn't be too much of a problem, you can spot em from a mile away with those pilgrim hats ...I just hope that Andy and his crew don't give them the slip only for them to fall on the now smaller in number rebel wolves ...speaking of which, I haven't yet seen an RP from Chowder in a while... :/
FITZZ wrote: Ahh, gifts for Natasha...she'll enjoy that.
...I am literally bursting with ideas ATM...really hoping they all come together...
...Anyway, the write up above ( with the Six Fingered hand) is a potential event set up...will they discover Andy and the others?...we will have to wait and see.
Yeah...ghosty spends the entire RP fighting Natasha like a daemon but take away his kid and he goes crawling at her feet like a puppy... I'm kidding of course and I'm extremely curious to see what his plan is to get Cassy back...
Yeah, those witch hunter guys, shouldn't be too much of a problem, you can spot em from a mile away with those pilgrim hats ...I just hope that Andy and his crew give them the slip only for them to fall on the now smaller in number rebel wolves ...speaking of which, I haven't yet seen an RP from Chowder in a while... :/
..Nor have I...May have to shoot him a PM and motivate him a bit... ...
...I will also say this much concerning Ryan's upcoming meeting with Natasha....I think it's going to surprise a lot of you..in more ways than one....and not in ways you may expect...
As for Andy/Joker and Dez....like I said...we will have to see just what happens between them and the Purifiers...will the run...will they fight...I guess we will find out soon.
FITZZ wrote:..Nor have I...May have to shoot him a PM and motivate him a bit... ...
...I will also say this much concerning Ryan's upcoming meeting with Natasha....I think it's going to surprise a lot of you..in more ways than one....and not in ways you may expect...
Let me guess, he's been PMing you but not the rest of us? Brilliant...
FITZZ wrote:..Nor have I...May have to shoot him a PM and motivate him a bit... ...
...I will also say this much concerning Ryan's upcoming meeting with Natasha....I think it's going to surprise a lot of you..in more ways than one....and not in ways you may expect...
Let me guess, he's been PMing you but not the rest of us? Brilliant...
...Not so much really, more a matter of some ideas I've recently had..
I apologize for my lack of posts as of late. This week has been chock-full of revelations, surprises of both the pleasant and unpleasant nature, gaming, hospitals, and a single instance today when ChaosUK was hit by a car. By far, it is the strangest week I have ever experienced, so I hope you can understand that my mind has been... elsewhere. Then I will be leaving to head up north sometime next week, and am not sure when I shall return. I hope you understand.
Mordoskul wrote:I apologize for my lack of posts as of late. This week has been chock-full of revelations, surprises of both the pleasant and unpleasant nature, gaming, hospitals, and a single instance today when ChaosUK was hit by a car. By far, it is the strangest week I have ever experienced, so I hope you can understand that my mind has been... elsewhere. Then I will be leaving to head up north sometime next week, and am not sure when I shall return. I hope you understand.
The Walrus
A lot of sucky news this week, this is just a bad week in general for everyone I guess. My dad got T-boned while driving home yesterday, luckily he was driving a ford and the person who hit him was driving a toyota so my dad got away unscathed although the passenger side door is dented. He got to take the toyota's fender home though seeing as it was lodged in the door.
I will say one thing though, I did have one incredible moment while looking after the kids. They're 8,6, and 4 with the oldest being a girl and I take them to their swimming lessons at the local rec center. Well we live near a Naval Air Station and jets fly constantly overhead and they reminded the oldest of the movie Top Gun and she had to share her favorite part, "I like the part where the guy was in the tower, the one that tells the planes were to go, and he was standing there and then a plane flew really close, and I mean really close to the tower and it scared him so he spilled his coffee on his shirt and said God Dammit!".
To which I replied, "No, no, no, don't say that word. Just because an adult says it doesn't mean you can, so just don't say it alright?". This is still third in the things that they did that made me laugh afterwards.
Mordoskul wrote:I apologize for my lack of posts as of late. This week has been chock-full of revelations, surprises of both the pleasant and unpleasant nature, gaming, hospitals, and a single instance today when ChaosUK was hit by a car. By far, it is the strangest week I have ever experienced, so I hope you can understand that my mind has been... elsewhere. Then I will be leaving to head up north sometime next week, and am not sure when I shall return. I hope you understand.
The Walrus
Yeah, life for a lot of people I know in RL and here on Dakka seems to be going through a thorough cycle of suckage...and I'm not exempt from it...
My thoughts and prayers go out to you guys...
@Nachos...A naval air station you say? That's interesting as I also live near the Pensacola air station as well as Eglin AFB, at any point near where I live you can see a combination of F-18s, Coast Guard training planes, and AC-130's in the sky...
and close to the ghurkah barracks and training center, it is not fun waking up to people screaming the Nepali equivalent of "Get up you fethers! time's aWasting" at three in the morning.
On the way to our World of Darkness game (in which we all[BerserkSteve, darksage, and I] play ourselves), ChaosUK was hit by a car. It looks like he'll be alright, but I'm not sure, as we've had no contact with him since the accident, and have only spoken with his mother. As I said, it's been an interesting week, not bad, but unusual and a bit strange.
Mordoskul wrote:On the way to our World of Darkness game (in which we all[BerserkSteve, darksage, and I] play ourselves), ChaosUK was hit by a car. It looks like he'll be alright, but I'm not sure, as we've had no contact with him since the accident, and have only spoken with his mother. As I said, it's been an interesting week, not bad, but unusual and a bit strange.
Mordoskul wrote:On the way to our World of Darkness game (in which we all[BerserkSteve, darksage, and I] play ourselves), ChaosUK was hit by a car. It looks like he'll be alright, but I'm not sure, as we've had no contact with him since the accident, and have only spoken with his mother. As I said, it's been an interesting week, not bad, but unusual and a bit strange.
Damn, sorry to hear that ..hope he's ok.
Yeah, he's built like a dwarf, so I'm not really concerned, but still... yet another new experience to add to this week's list.
Hopefully he'll be alright, but you never know with car incidents. I know for a fact that falling off the back of a pickup going 25mph is fun until you hit the asphalt and start rolling, I can only imagine what its like to be hit by a car...
Anywho, yes I live in close proximity to several military bases. 1 Naval Air Station, 1 Naval Base, 2 Amphibious Bases. The air station is closest and we can see the air shows from our backyard, the naval base is the world's largest and the highway fills up whenever we have carriers in the dock, and as for the amphibious bases... both of them house SEAL teams, one of them is the station for SEAL team six who were the ones who took out Bin Laden. Its also why a lot of businesses have had their flags at half mast for most of the week.
But back to the business of the RP, the others in the warehouse and I are trying to decide which is the best method of dealing with the situation and so far darksage and I agree on how to deal with it, just need beserk and Shas to agree.
halonachos wrote:Hopefully he'll be alright, but you never know with car incidents. I know for a fact that falling off the back of a pickup going 25mph is fun until you hit the asphalt and start rolling, I can only imagine what its like to be hit by a car...
Anywho, yes I live in close proximity to several military bases. 1 Naval Air Station, 1 Naval Base, 2 Amphibious Bases. The air station is closest and we can see the air shows from our backyard, the naval base is the world's largest and the highway fills up whenever we have carriers in the dock, and as for the amphibious bases... both of them house SEAL teams, one of them is the station for SEAL team six who were the ones who took out Bin Laden. Its also why a lot of businesses have had their flags at half mast for most of the week.
But back to the business of the RP, the others in the warehouse and I are trying to decide which is the best method of dealing with the situation and so far darksage and I agree on how to deal with it, just need beserk and Shas to agree.
...Oddly, I don't have to imagine what being hit by a car is like... Way back in 1986 ( when I was a scrappy young Fitzz), one of my then girlfriends friends plowed into me...
They were coming to pick me up and as I saw the car approach I stepped of the curve, expecting them to stop...silly me...the girl driving ...for reasons I have yet to understand..hit the gas and BOOM...
I realized what was going to happen about a split second before the car actually hit me and I tried to jump up onto the hood...didn't make it, car hit my feet ( broke an ankle) and I crashed down on the hood and slid into the windshield...good times that.
Well, I'm still in my scrappy young phase of my life so I still have the potential of being hit by a car. Here's to hoping.
My brother gets less serious injuries often, I get more serious injuries less often. He's broken the same thumb twice, his pinky once, and tore the flap on the inside of his lip through high school wrestling. He also broke his toe twice, once while messing around on a playground see saw, and the other time when a baseball landed on top of his toe.
I've cracked my skull above my eye, dislocated my kneecap which tore off some cartilage from the joint and still catches sometimes, and of course, got roadrash on my right side from falling off of a moving truck.
halonachos wrote:Well, I'm still in my scrappy young phase of my life so I still have the potential of being hit by a car. Here's to hoping.
My brother gets less serious injuries often, I get more serious injuries less often. He's broken the same thumb twice, his pinky once, and tore the flap on the inside of his lip through high school wrestling. He also broke his toe twice, once while messing around on a playground see saw, and the other time when a baseball landed on top of his toe.
I've cracked my skull above my eye, dislocated my kneecap which tore off some cartilage from the joint and still catches sometimes, and of course, got roadrash on my right side from falling off of a moving truck.
Trust me bro, let getting hit by a car just slide right off your " to do" list...
...I'm more like a combination of you and your brother in the injury department, I get BS injuries all the time...if I haven't sliced something open or jambed a finger,pulled a muscle at least once a week I feel like I haven't been to work...
But, due to the fact that I might be one of the dumbest people I know...or at least had a " feth it I'll be fine" attitude ( coupled with a " feth you and your ten friends" attitude) for a large part of my life..I've also sustained some pretty serious injuries as well...
...You know..I'm beginning to think that I'm just going to have to put Dez and Natasha into a one on one combat situation... 
..Why is this the third morning I've gotten up to these sorts of post from you Kais?
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...I'd sooner dig my own eyes out with an olive fork than give money to those greedy feths.
Sorry, new emoticon I haven't seen before.