WARORK93 wrote:Fething hell Fitzz...the feth am I gonna do now?
Don't sweat it...as I said several times in this RP....the Mansion in Prague was one of a dozen That Natasha owns...it's not like we're homeless or anything.
Nah I just mean the vampires are gonna be back and...yeah...
I'm still wondering what Erzuli found in that armory...
Feth it Shas...hurry up!
The needle she used against Tommy rawhead was one item...the UV light was another...plus a lot of other goodies...
...And you don't have to worry about anymore vamps...( well none that matter)...at least until the begining of Blood Moon III...
...We're almost done with this chapter kids...just a few things left to do...
For all intents and Purposes the mansion battle is over...pretty much...just have to see what happens in the forest and then gather together and do follow up Rps...
That and the Crooked House battle are my two favorite events of this RP, that the Center Does Not Hold from the original Blood Moon. Shame Natasha wasn't killed. Or the Purebloods. Damn. Sure, we did tons of damage, but we failed both of our primary objectives. Natasha won herself a pyrrhic victory. So, hey, Royalist wolves, go and finish her off. Cernunnos needs a new loincloth.
Oh...I hate when I miss stuff...lemme go back and read that again...
Well hell, didn't know we were that close to the end...bloody good stuff Fitzz...
Seeing as we're close to the end I'd like to take this time to congratulate everyone on a job well done. This is by far the best RP I've ever been in and I am proud to say that I was part of it. From a guy who has Rped on several different boards that means a lot at least to me...You guys are the best bunch of writers I've seen just about anywhere and I tip my hat to you all...
Mordoskul wrote:That and the Crooked House battle are my two favorite events of this RP, that the Center Does Not Hold from the original Blood Moon. Shame Natasha wasn't killed. Or the Purebloods. Damn. Sure, we did tons of damage, but we failed both of our primary objectives. Natasha won herself a pyrrhic victory. So, hey, Royalist wolves, go and finish her off. Cernunnos needs a new loincloth.
Rest assured Mordo...all debts will be settled in Blood Moon III...If you thought the Mansion fight was something...well...just imagine a full war raging between Lyacans and Vampires...no holds bared...gloves off...and no place off limits.
WARORK93 wrote:Oh...I hate when I miss stuff...lemme go back and read that again...
Well hell, didn't know we were that close to the end...bloody good stuff Fitzz...
Seeing as we're close to the end I'd like to take this time to congratulate everyone on a job well done. This is by far the best RP I've ever been in and I am proud to say that I was part of it. From a guy who has Rped on several different boards that means a lot at least to me...You guys are the best bunch of writers I've seen just about anywhere and I tip my hat to you all...
Right back at you Brother...you guys and Gal have truly done an absolutely magnificent job here...And I thank each of you for making this RP as great as it's turned out to be.
WARORK93 wrote:Oh...I hate when I miss stuff...lemme go back and read that again...
Well hell, didn't know we were that close to the end...bloody good stuff Fitzz...
Seeing as we're close to the end I'd like to take this time to congratulate everyone on a job well done. This is by far the best RP I've ever been in and I am proud to say that I was part of it. From a guy who has Rped on several different boards that means a lot at least to me...You guys are the best bunch of writers I've seen just about anywhere and I tip my hat to you all...
Aw, shucks... Thanks WARORK, that means a lot to me. If this game is anything to go by, then the final Blood Moon will be the best yet. I think I should take time to thank FITZZ for allowing me to get away with all of my diabolical machinations, letting me work closely with you in forming the story. I would like to thank Halonachos for being so damn tenacious, you were the perfect nemesis for Pontius. I think we both sent more PMs than the number of actual RPs we posted. Hell, most of my scheming is done through PMs. You'd be surprised at how often my hand has shaped events. (Once again, thanks, FITZZ!) I hope I see all of you guys again in the final chapter of this incredible saga.
Edit:...Can't say I'm familar wit SNT...and it doesn't appear to be on any military grades explosive/demolitions list...
'Sudden Nerve Trauma' Its when an explosive goes off near you. all that brute force and energy slamming into you pretty much turns you off. that is what leads to some 'unexplained' deaths on battlefields. I have this big library full of my uncle's old manuals and 'how to' books. logistics, explosive use. You know.
Mordoskul wrote:That and the Crooked House battle are my two favorite events of this RP, that the Center Does Not Hold from the original Blood Moon. Shame Natasha wasn't killed. Or the Purebloods. Damn. Sure, we did tons of damage, but we failed both of our primary objectives. Natasha won herself a pyrrhic victory. So, hey, Royalist wolves, go and finish her off. Cernunnos needs a new loincloth.
Rest assured Mordo...all debts will be settled in Blood Moon III...If you thought the Mansion fight was something...well...just imagine a full war raging between Lyacans and Vampires...no holds bared...gloves off...and no place off limits.
Ah, more plots to be woven, more webs to spin, more Cattle to make my pawns.
WARORK93 wrote:Oh...I hate when I miss stuff...lemme go back and read that again...
Well hell, didn't know we were that close to the end...bloody good stuff Fitzz...
Seeing as we're close to the end I'd like to take this time to congratulate everyone on a job well done. This is by far the best RP I've ever been in and I am proud to say that I was part of it. From a guy who has Rped on several different boards that means a lot at least to me...You guys are the best bunch of writers I've seen just about anywhere and I tip my hat to you all...
Aw, shucks... Thanks WARORK, that means a lot to me. If this game is anything to go by, then the final Blood Moon will be the best yet. I think I should take time to thank FITZZ for allowing me to get away with all of my diabolical machinations, letting me work closely with you in forming the story. I would like to thank Halonachos for being so damn tenacious, you were the perfect nemesis for Pontius. I think we both sent more PMs than the number of actual RPs we posted. Hell, most of my scheming is done through PMs. You'd be surprised at how often my hand has shaped events. (Once again, thanks, FITZZ!) I hope I see all of you guys again in the final chapter of this incredible saga.
Been a true pleasure as well Mordo...your backstage plotting truly helped to forge this RP into what it became...you my friend are an absolute sinister joy to work with.
WARORK93 wrote:Oh...I hate when I miss stuff...lemme go back and read that again...
Well hell, didn't know we were that close to the end...bloody good stuff Fitzz...
Seeing as we're close to the end I'd like to take this time to congratulate everyone on a job well done. This is by far the best RP I've ever been in and I am proud to say that I was part of it. From a guy who has Rped on several different boards that means a lot at least to me...You guys are the best bunch of writers I've seen just about anywhere and I tip my hat to you all...
Aw, shucks... Thanks WARORK, that means a lot to me. If this game is anything to go by, then the final Blood Moon will be the best yet. I think I should take time to thank FITZZ for allowing me to get away with all of my diabolical machinations, letting me work closely with you in forming the story. I would like to thank Halonachos for being so damn tenacious, you were the perfect nemesis for Pontius. I think we both sent more PMs than the number of actual RPs we posted. Hell, most of my scheming is done through PMs. You'd be surprised at how often my hand has shaped events. (Once again, thanks, FITZZ!) I hope I see all of you guys again in the final chapter of this incredible saga.
Gah! you act like this is dying!
I have noticed how the series is a bit like LOTR.
first one=plot development and smaller battles
second one=better PD and larger battles with a big battle at the end
@ Mordoskull...Feth yeah man, the only two things I regret in all of this is one the fact that Harlow didn't really take his wolf form a whole lot in combat...(something I intend to fix in the third one, for better or for worse we'll see...)
And secondly that he wasnt in the first Blood Moon...
This just means I'll have to cook up more awesome backstory for Harlow in number III...
Edit:...Can't say I'm familar wit SNT...and it doesn't appear to be on any military grades explosive/demolitions list...
'Sudden Nerve Trauma' Its when an explosive goes off near you. all that brute force and energy slamming into you pretty much turns you off. that is what leads to some 'unexplained' deaths on battlefields. I have this big library full of my uncle's old manuals and 'how to' books. logistics, explosive use. You know.
Ahh, thought you were refering to an actual explosive...not the byproduct of explosions...
Yeah sudden nerve trauma will kill...it's basicly like having the wind knocked out of you...permently...but...and there's always a but...SNT is more widly seen with large ordanace /explosions...a single grenade doesn't have that kind of pop ( nor does most smaller blast)....not to kill on a large scale...
Mordoskul wrote:Same here, it's always nice to work with someone who laughs wickedly along with you as you describe your next devious scheme.
...Amen...and here's to all the Future plotting, planning and down right evil shenanigans that await in the the Final ( and III will be the final) chapter of Blood Moon.
WARORK93 wrote:@ Mordoskull...Feth yeah man, the only two things I regret in all of this is one the fact that Harlow didn't really take his wolf form a whole lot in combat...(something I intend to fix in the third one, for better or for worse we'll see...)
And secondly that he wasnt in the first Blood Moon...
This just means I'll have to cook up more awesome backstory for Harlow in number III...
@ Ineptus...Well...when you put it that way...
Well, you're assuming you're going to survive the Royalist attack and Cernunnos. Although I would love to see Harlow in the final chapter, he has some great character development going on. On another, unrelated note, I miss Sven.
Mordoskul wrote:Same here, it's always nice to work with someone who laughs wickedly along with you as you describe your next devious scheme.
if only there was an orkmoticon for that...
@FITZZ: i know, there is always a 'lucky chance' and hand grenades do have a bigger blast than video games and TV give them credit for. well. maybe not those new-fangled ones. and silver grenade shrpa would work to :eyebrows:
Mordoskul wrote:Same here, it's always nice to work with someone who laughs wickedly along with you as you describe your next devious scheme.
...Amen...and here's to all the Future plotting, planning and down right evil shenanigans that await in the the Final ( and III will be the final) chapter of Blood Moon.
Man, I get to replace all those dead characters. Think I'll be taken an evil sorcerer this time. Woah, just got an idea. PM incoming.
..OK..@ " Ryan And Erzuli"...you two are now free to RP as you like...
Remember Jarin has been seriously Hurt...so there's that..
And Ghosty, Natasha has helped you inside...brief dialouge with her if you want...then off to check on your son I would think as Natasha has the not so small job of rallying what's left of the Prague wolves and making plans...and erhaps greeting Carl and Son as well...
Mordoskul wrote:Well, you're assuming you're going to survive the Royalist attack and Cernunnos. Although I would love to see Harlow in the final chapter, he has some great character development going on. On another, unrelated note, I miss Sven.
...Oh I'm so scared of two wolves and the wolf version of Caine...Bring it on...Not really...don't kill me please...
Mordoskul wrote:Well, you're assuming you're going to survive the Royalist attack and Cernunnos. Although I would love to see Harlow in the final chapter, he has some great character development going on. On another, unrelated note, I miss Sven.
...Oh I'm so scared of two wolves and the wolf version of Caine...Bring it on...Not really...don't kill me please...
Mordoskul wrote:Same here, it's always nice to work with someone who laughs wickedly along with you as you describe your next devious scheme.
if only there was an orkmoticon for that...
@FITZZ: i know, there is always a 'lucky chance' and hand grenades do have a bigger blast than video games and TV give them credit for. well. maybe not those new-fangled ones. and silver grenade shrpa would work to :eyebrows:
...I'm familar with the mechanics of grenades...and I don't play video games ( as I dislike them) or take anything about weapons as depicted in film or TV seriously...
In my 41 years on this earth, I promise you i've handled a great many weapons...and don't get my information concerning them from movies or games...
I'd strongly suggest you take a moment to consider that.
ineptus astartes wrote:Ok ok! we don't need to make this a war...
No...we don't, and I hadn't intended to ...my point is simply that you shouldn't presume ( as it seems you did, but perhaps I'm jumping the gun a bit) that your experiances are my experiances...
...I didn't aquire the Knowledge I have about firearms and such via movies/games...and it sort of seemed that was what you'd implied...if I'm mistaken....hey, no harm no foul.
ANyway...I promise I'll be hammering out the other two events tomorrow...
When their done...might have another small event planned...but mostly it will be down to closing RP's and epilogues...plus set ups for part III.
Mordoskul wrote:Well, you're assuming you're going to survive the Royalist attack and Cernunnos. Although I would love to see Harlow in the final chapter, he has some great character development going on. On another, unrelated note, I miss Sven.
...Oh I'm so scared of two wolves and the wolf version of Caine...Bring it on...Not really...don't kill me please...
You do know Chowder is still lurking around somewhere....
...Chowder...if your reading this...no " Lukos like killings"...you'll have to go through an " event" to shed any PC/NPC blood...
Very quick update...I now have all PMs in for the Dock Event...if I wasn't falling asleep at my desk I'd do it now...but...It's going to be tomorrow for sure...as will the end of the Forest event...as soon as I get my confirmation PM from Kais as to what he opts to do...
...But yeah...that's me for now ...Night all and pleasent Screams.
Wait wait wait. So are we in agreement here that Ryan took out Ivan the Terrible, patriarch of the Oprknikki (I can never spell that right) and total bad ass, and then went on to open Caines throat?
And only took a single wound in the whole battle?
And Tommy had sent back to his hellish pit, after taking a royal beating at the hands of Erzuli, Jarin, and the blackclaw?
I gotta say, all these named characters deaths in this event has made it oh so much more exciting.
Fitzz, can I get an Ivan the Terrible tooth trophy?
Holy hell.. nice event so far.. Hinting at BM3 more so with this post below, but I wanted to get soemthing down. If any issues FITZZ, let me know and I'm happy to change it.
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The shadows had held him for so long, the darkness it had always called to him, even in life, he had set many things in motion while alive, a fable of sorts, that had been clung onto by mortals ever since his hand released the pen strokes all those centuries ago. Myth and legend had spiraled around him ever since his death on the hills of the Greek shore and yet now after so many decades of undeath, he felt as if he no longer knew the world. Pausing he glanced down the street of west 25th and 8th, the trees lining the road either side where heavy with leaves that rustled in the cool night air. Pulling back his carefully manicured hand through long thick black hair he paused and smelt the air. Young blood, eager for fun walked beside him, while the smells from Kyungs lingered on the air all around him, Chelsea was one of his favourite places in New York, like its namesake in London, a better class of citizen walked the night streets, a much tastier brood. Smiling briefly, he looked up at the skyline, the distant New York Times building lingered on the horizon, and he knew that it was in the shadows of that building, his master waited. Looking down he caught the smile of a young woman, a twenty something, youthful, yet slightly matured, perfect for his tastes, she let her eyes linger on him as she walked by, and he grinned wickedly. Even in death he still had that certain something, they had never been able to resist him.
"Byron!"
He stopped at the mention of his name and glanced back at the dyed green haired woman of Asian origin, she was from Shanghai if he remembered correctly, it had only come up briefly when they shared a bed four decades ago. She still looked like the spoiled nineteen year old teenager she was when he had met her, of course she had looked that way since the time of Yìzhǔ and the Qing Dynasty.
"Liu Mei." He said softly with a slight smile.
She scowled, as she stepped forward, ah yes he thought, their parting had not been on the best of terms.
"Why are you in New York, Byron, you haven't announced yourself to Hector, he will be outraged with that, a Kindred of your standing should have made yourself known."
He laughed, he couldn't help it.
"Hector, I knew Hector in London in 1901, he is a fool, and only rules New York because Marianna had the misfortune of bumping into Natasha in the sixties without her bodyguard."
Mei frowned angrily, but relaxed slightly.
"That we can agree on Byron."
He watched her face soften as she looked at him, and he closed the gap before either had a chance to release, his arm sliding beneath the soft silk top, to caress her back while he leaned over her.
"I wish I had been able to stay longer in Shanghai, but I was on a mission of the rook, I had to go." He whispered softly into her ear.
Mei placed her head on his shoulder, and wrapped her hands around his waist.
"The rook died a long time ago, maybe you have some time.. " She ran her fingers up his chest, but he caught her hand, and she frowned again.
"Another time, I am here on business, a meeting must be kept."
He paused, and then considered something dark in his mind, looking out across the faces walking past, oblivious out of habit of the affectionate embrace of two strangers on the sidewalk. He grinned, then lifted her hand up with his own.
"Come with me, I can sort out this little meeting, and then we can.." his voice trailed off, and Mei nodded with a smile.
Mei joined Byron as they walked up 8th, ignoring the mortals around them they quickly crossed the distance between west 25th and the New York Times building, and Byron lead them through the building, the many journalists not even noting their passing. As they stepped out onto the roof, Mei noted the cloaked figure on the roof with them, looking out towards the city. She felt a strange chill in the air and glancing slightly worried at Byron, but he reassured her with a smile before leading her to the right of the doorway, and then let her go walking over to the figure at the edge of the roof.
"You are late."
The voice was deep, dark and it almost crackled on the air as it spoke.
"Easy to get lost out there when the world thinks you dead, but then we both know that my Lord." Byron said as he knelt down before the figure. A low chuckle erupted from the shadows lips as it turned, piercing red eyes glowing under the hood.
"Ah yes, that we do." He paused as he spotted the girl.
"What is this?"
Byron continued to look down, he didn't even glance back.
"Nourishment for you my lord, something for your hunger."
Mei took a step back as the shadow moved, her face wracked with betrayal at Byron, and fear as red eyes descended upon her. Byron never looked, he just briefly closed his eyes as her scream echoed across the rooftop and then was suddenly cut short.
"The Eye has opened." The Shadow like figure said matter of factly as he stalked back, wiping blood from his lips.
"It has?"
It nodded.
"I sense the blood, it is free in a willing host, they will seek me out."
Byron contemplated the possibilities, for so long he has served his master, got him into the rook, helped him open the Eye, but the accursed Areto had stopped them retrieving the blood, and they had had to flee. For over a hundred years, they had waited, his lord infused with the hearts blood of Vicissitude, and now his children where free.
"Should we not go to Europe."
The Shadow like figure looked back, his red eyes piercing in the gloom.
"Let them come to me, give them a chance to bring new faces and feelings to us, and then we shall unleash the darkness upon this world."
Byron nodded, and stood.
"So what now?" He asked, looking up at the full moon.
The shrouded figure gripped the ledge of the road ledge wall as he looked down upon the mortal streets.
"Who holds dominion of this city of New.. York."
Byron grinned.
"A fool my lord."
The figure glanced back, Byron was sure the eyes glowed an even deeper red as he stared at him.
"Perhaps he should meet a Dragon then."
The two of them shared a rising laughter as they looked out upon the city, and considered their next move. One thing was certain, New York would not see peaceful times in the shadows for many days to come.
WARORK93 wrote:
I'm still wondering what Erzuli found in that armory...
Be a good wolf and you may get gifts... if the armoury is still intact and I get to go back in there! Note to own character... get more bodyguards incase of treachery...
WARORK93 wrote:Oh...I hate when I miss stuff...lemme go back and read that again...
Well hell, didn't know we were that close to the end...bloody good stuff Fitzz...
Seeing as we're close to the end I'd like to take this time to congratulate everyone on a job well done. This is by far the best RP I've ever been in and I am proud to say that I was part of it. From a guy who has Rped on several different boards that means a lot at least to me...You guys are the best bunch of writers I've seen just about anywhere and I tip my hat to you all...
As this is my first forum RP, I'll second this and add a huge thankyou to all of you for giving me an experience I want to repeat!
ghosty wrote:Wait wait wait. So are we in agreement here that Ryan took out Ivan the Terrible, patriarch of the Oprknikki (I can never spell that right) and total bad ass, and then went on to open Caines throat?
And only took a single wound in the whole battle?
And Tommy had sent back to his hellish pit, after taking a royal beating at the hands of Erzuli, Jarin, and the blackclaw?
I gotta say, all these named characters deaths in this event has made it oh so much more exciting.
Fitzz, can I get an Ivan the Terrible tooth trophy?
You would be correct ...Ryan not only took down the Opriknikki patriarch (with help from Wolf Ivan)...he also slashed Caines throat open, thus aiding in driving him off....
He did however take two wounds...one at the hands of the Oprikmikki and one at the hands of Caine...
....As far as a trophy from Ivan the terrible...RP is open for you to do what you like now.
'A prince you may be, but right now you're just some noisy brat we can't afford to be bringing attention to himself.' thought Erzuli, grasping the pup by the scruff of his neck with one hand. Cass struggled in this new position and stopped howling, uttering instead a growl of frustration and began to try to claw and nip at the hand that held him. The only response he got was a 'whack' to his small but sturdy head; when he tried to once again to nip the adult female holding him in such an indignant position, he got one across his nose.
"Silence!" growled Erzuli pulling the baby right up to her face, locking her gaze with his and digging her nails into the pup's fur as much as she dared without injuring him.
Cass growled still and it took another flick to his nose before he fell silent. For a moment adult and infant stared at each other, neither seeming to give way until Cass suddenly went limp in the female's grasp, letting his head lower. Erzuli grinned, patting him on the head but knew that once he was grown, pulling dominance would become infinately harder to accomplish. She lowered her arm, letting the pup hang in her grasp and began to survey the carnage in the room around her. Aside from the blood, body parts and vile ichor covering the room; Anya was quivering and breathless by the door, Sansa stood to her right, bow notched, aiming towards the gaping hole in the floor and Nelson, stood wide eyed behind the two Pure Bloods. He looked to the pup and back to Erzuli without uttering a word, he'd either been impressed, or not, by her actions. Despite the pain she looked him up and down, feeling a hungry shiver down her spine: he was almost as utterly impressive as Jarin.
Looking around suddenly she realised she couldn't see her lover and felt a flash of panic run through her. Seeing the hole in the wall across from her, blood-stained in places, she had to grasp the side of the crib with her free hand for support; not daring to imagine what lay beyond it.
"Take him!" she said, tossing the pup at Nelson, who caught Cass swiftly, despite the sudden command.
Charging through the hole, Erzuli could see Jarin's body laying in the room beyond, ripped, bloodied and unmoving. She staggered forwards, mind racing, experiencing a fear she'd only ever had once before. One she thought she had managed to purge from her psyche a long time ago.
OOC... Sorry for it being so short, brain is not working tonight.
I would say that Ryan should have a trophy, Andy has Azazel's head in a ziploc bag in his attic.
I'm glad that this has been an overall great RP, I feel bad for some of the newcomers and to be honest I feel like I used some of the characters unintentionally. Such as Beserk's and Dark's characters, Sven was a real help in this RP and its a shame that he didn't survive, hopefully Bjorn will because I would like to see Beserk in the next one as well as Joker and his pals(great possible side story there).
Its also good to hear that Andy gave Pontius a run for his money, but the RP is not yet over so maybe Andy will at some point become FUBAR. I look forward to the next one regardless of the outcome for this one, Vampires vs Lycans and humans and hunters stuck in the middle. Its like some really screwed up custody battle.
halonachos wrote: Its also good to hear that Andy gave Pontius a run for his money, but the RP is not yet over so maybe Andy will at some point become FUBAR. I look forward to the next one regardless of the outcome for this one, Vampires vs Lycans and humans and hunters stuck in the middle. Its like some really screwed up custody battle.
Actually it sounds like some cheap supernatural remake of Aliens vs Predators...
halonachos wrote: Its also good to hear that Andy gave Pontius a run for his money, but the RP is not yet over so maybe Andy will at some point become FUBAR. I look forward to the next one regardless of the outcome for this one, Vampires vs Lycans and humans and hunters stuck in the middle. Its like some really screwed up custody battle.
Actually it sounds like some cheap supernatural remake of Aliens vs Predators...
Jk...I know #3 is gonna be great.
Or like the Underworld movies... take your pick.
Man, my dad was watching that Rise of the Lycans one on the TV last week. I walked by and thought he was watching Lord of the Rings, when they siege Minas Tirith.
halonachos wrote:Or like the Underworld movies... take your pick.
Man, my dad was watching that Rise of the Lycans one on the TV last week. I walked by and thought he was watching Lord of the Rings, when they siege Minas Tirith.
...Remember a friend telling me about those movies...
Him: "So there's this guy and he gets bitten by a werewolf and a vampire---"
'A prince you may be, but right now you're just some noisy brat we can't afford to be bringing attention to himself.' thought Erzuli, grasping the pup by the scruff of his neck with one hand. Cass struggled in this new position and stopped howling, uttering instead a growl of frustration and began to try to claw and nip at the hand that held him. The only response he got was a 'whack' to his small but sturdy head; when he tried to once again to nip the adult female holding him in such an indignant position, he got one across his nose.
"Silence!" growled Erzuli pulling the baby right up to her face, locking her gaze with his and digging her nails into the pup's fur as much as she dared without injuring him.
Cass growled still and it took another flick to his nose before he fell silent. For a moment adult and infant stared at each other, neither seeming to give way until Cass suddenly went limp in the female's grasp, letting his head lower. Erzuli grinned, patting him on the head but knew that once he was grown, pulling dominance would become infinately harder to accomplish. She lowered her arm, letting the pup hang in her grasp and began to survey the carnage in the room around her. Aside from the blood, body parts and vile ichor covering the room; Anya was quivering and breathless by the door, Sansa stood to her right, bow notched, aiming towards the gaping hole in the floor and Nelson, stood wide eyed behind the two Pure Bloods. He looked to the pup and back to Erzuli without uttering a word, he'd either been impressed, or not, by her actions. Despite the pain she looked him up and down, feeling a hungry shiver down her spine: he was almost as utterly impressive as Jarin.
Looking around suddenly she realised she couldn't see her lover and felt a flash of panic run through her. Seeing the hole in the wall across from her, blood-stained in places, she had to grasp the side of the crib with her free hand for support; not daring to imagine what lay beyond it.
"Take him!" she said, tossing the pup at Nelson, who caught Cass swiftly, despite the sudden command.
Charging through the hole, Erzuli could see Jarin's body laying in the room beyond, ripped, bloodied and unmoving. She staggered forwards, mind racing, experiencing a fear she'd only ever had once before. One she thought she had managed to purge from her psyche a long time ago.
OOC... Sorry for it being so short, brain is not working tonight.
halonachos wrote:Or like the Underworld movies... take your pick.
Man, my dad was watching that Rise of the Lycans one on the TV last week. I walked by and thought he was watching Lord of the Rings, when they siege Minas Tirith.
...Remember a friend telling me about those movies...
Him: "So there's this guy and he gets bitten by a werewolf and a vampire---"
Me: "So he's a vampwolf?"
Him: "Yeah...sorta, or a werepire"
Me: *exit stage left*
Yeah, terrible movies lore wise. And as far as Rise of the Lycans goes, it looks like they went up to the set of LoTR and stole some of the armored suits from the costume department. But they shot werewolves with a ballista so it was kind of fun to watch, like watching a big wolf thing playing a game of catch with a big pointy stick hurtling at them at over 40mph.
Ok guys, I got drug off to Walmart the moment I got home and have just returned a half an hour ago....
I'm going to have the Dock event up tonight for sure...so stay tuned.
...Player Event...The Docks...Combat Resolutions ....." Run Andy Run!!!"....
...Murry raised his eyes towards the ginning man with the flame thrower, trying desperatly to bring the 50 caliber to bear..."Not gonna make it.." the big man thought and instant before he was bathed in flame...
" Murry!!" Trish screamed as she saw her long time friend enguled in an inferno, the huge man screaming in anguish as he spun franticly trying to extinguish the blaze that consumed him...
" Get some Blankets on him!!" Jim roared , charging from the wheel house a fire extinguisher in hand...combating the flame that now licked at the deck of his boat...
...Rapidly the woman smothered the blaze surounding Murry with a packing mat, she could see his flesh..Black and smouldering...
" Bastards!!!!" she screamed whirling and firing into the group of attackers...
" Holy feth!!" Joker shouted " They're trying to set the boat on fire!!" the Hunter crouched and pointed at the Purifier wielding the flame thrower " Take that Mother fether out!!!"
Bishop dropped to his knee, bringing his rifle up and quickly sighting on the fuel tank strapped to the mans back...he breathed in deep and squeezed his trigger....
The tank erupted into a spectacular fireball...flash frying Brother Thadius in miliseconds and sending Brother Merick screaming in flames over the side of the dock...the nearby boat house now bathed in fire from the ruptured tank..
" That got him " Andy yelled ,as he and Wendy closed the distance to the boat..." We're gonna make it..." Andy thought...then he grunted as something that felt like a sledge hammer struck him in the side, bringing him skiding to his knees ..
" Andy!!" Wendy screamed...seeing blood gushing from her husbands ribcage..." No!!" she threw her self protectively over him as a second round whistled through the air...one that would have taken Brusses head off...
Instead it punched through the woman's back...exiting from her side in a bloody spray...
" Wendy!!...Wendy !!" Andy screamed cradiling his wounded wife..
" Not MY FAULT!!" a voice bellowed in the distance...and Andy glanced in it's direction to see Small's quickly opperating the bolt of his rifle, shoving another round into it's breach....
The dock filled with the roar of small arms ...Joker crying out as a round struck him in the arm as he returned fire bring one of the crazed zealots to the deck..." Son of a Bitch!!" the Hunter yelled.." Rook!! Smash em"
The massive Hunter charged into another of the Purifiers...lifting the fanatic off the slich wet dock and snapping his spine as though it was a brittle twig...slinging the zealot aside like a bag of trash the big Hunter spun searching for another target...he found one...Ramirez stormed forward...his sword slashing violently " Be saved..Be cleansed!!!" he screamed as he took the Dervishes head from his Body in a fountian of gore...Rooks headless body staggered for a moment...then pitched forward at the disfigured Purifiers feet...
From across the dock a blast of light streamed...striking Ramirez full in the chest...the Purifier wailed out as once again his massive form was bathed in holy Fire...
" I finish you know!!! as I should have before!!" B'jorn roared..unleashing another blast...the flare was blinding...the screams of Ramirez deafining as the skin blistered and shreaded from his body..
With a final shriek...the massive Purifier was reduced to scattered ash...his charred and blackend skeleton falling to the dock in a smoking heap...
" May you enjoy the Judgement of God...you sick and twisted bastard" Bjorn yelled at the steaming mass...
Father Nakizy stood near Brother Youssef and Brother Harris..." They must not escape" Nakizy hissed lifting his cross high over head..." By the power of the lord of all!!" he roared...a crimson beam lashing forth and driving Bjorn to the dock..blood streaming from his mouth...
" The witch must die!!" The Father shouted as he prepared another blast...
" I have him Father " Brother Harris yelled " I shall cleanse the sorcerror!!!..." he raise his weapon and fired..striking Bjorn in the shoulder, quickly he resighted..aiming again...he had him...
In an explosion of brains...Brother Harris tummbled to the ground...a round from Bishops rifle smashing through his skull...
" Come on Man!!" Joker yelled helping Bjorn to his feet.." Lets haul ass" The Hunter drug his injured comrade quickly towards the boat..firing his pistol as he did...
the crack of another rifle shot sent them both spilling onto the boats main deck...blood gushing from Jokers hip...
" fethers!!" Trish roared as she swung the big 50 caliber towards the spot where two Purifiers where crouched behind some barrels firing on the Hunters..
The early morning lit with the strobe of the big machine gun as it pulverized the two zealots...splatering them in a bloody smear across the dock...
" Come on!!" Bishop yelled Dragging Andy to his feet..." Move!!..both men cradiling Wendy as they ran ...diving onto the deck of the boat as a shot richochet of the steel hull..
Andy spun..Small's had fired again...Bruss began to tremble...fury building in him...he stared at Bishop " Can you hit him from here?"
Bishop nodded.." No sweat"
Andy stood up...lifting his arms high and screaming at the top of his lungs " Here Small's!!!...Here you sorry Mother fether!! Kill Me!!"
Small's fired...Andy went to the deck...blood pouring from his stomach...
Bishop fired...and Smalls head exploded in a shower of blood and brain...
Andy grinned as Smalls fell from the top of his perch and struck the dock like a sack of wet cement...
" feth you you bastard...she's mine" Andy said rolling to his side and wrapping an arm around his wife...
" Let's get out of here!!" Trish screamed as Flamingo Jim kicked the boat to life...tearing away from the dock as the woman continued to pour fire into the remaining Purifiers..
Another Crimson blast lashed out as the crazed Priest on the dock steeped forward...his cross high in the air...the irridecent light striking Bishop and vaporizing the man in an instant...
Only a bloody smear remained where he had only a moment before stood...
Joker bellowed in rage firing wildly back towards the docks as they sped away...trying desperatly to take down the grinning priest before they were out of range..
Slowly...the dock disapeared from view as the boat moved down river...
Trish sat on the deck glaring at Andy...the body of her friend Murry laying covered nearby...
" I certianly hope you appreciate how many people just died to get you out!!" she spat.." see him" she pointed at Murry's body.." That was my friend...you..bastard."
Before Andy could reply, the woman stormed crying into the wheel house...burying her face in the arm of Flamingo Jim as he drove the survivor far from the City of Prague...
It's ok. I lost both my followers damn. At least Joker made it out of there I didn't really think he would. He can live to kill Dez another day, assuming Dez even lives the RP in the first place. So Hunters can RP now right?
darksage wrote:It's ok. I lost both my followers damn. At least Joker made it out of there I didn't really think he would. He can live to kill Dez another day, assuming Dez even lives the RP in the first place. So Hunters can RP now right?
...Yup, all Hunters on the boat are free to RP as they wish...Prague is behind them and they are safe ( well for now)...
...Also, I wish I could say one way or the other if Joker will be able to get revenge on Dez...but I'm still trying to work the kinks out of that final forest event...
The boat had left the dock and they were finally in the clear. Joker felt blood run from both his hip and his shoulder. Two strikes and not out yet he thought to himself as he walked over to the Giant man under the fire blanket. He was amazed at the size of the charred man. Hell if he had lived and the boat sank then they could have swam home on his back.
A time would come where he would get revenge for all the people who died for him. Jack, Ace, Bishop, Rook, all of them had made a sacrifice for him. All done in the name of the King. Joker led them into battle but the King pulled each of their strings just the way he wanted them.
Joker headed down the the steering wheel and saw Trish buried in flamingo Jim's bright blue Hawaiian shirt, staining it with her tears. "I'm sorry about this." Joker said as he approached the two of them cautiously, " I can't thank you enough for what you did. If you hadn't come then I'm sure I'd be nothing but a corpse by now."
"I wish you were!" Trish yelled turning to him tears streaming down her cheeks as she glared at him, "I wish it had been you and not him. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve any of this." Trish said turning and storming out of the room.
"But." Was all Joker could manage as she pushed him aside on her way out.
"It's alright," Flamingo Jim said as he put a hand on Joker's shoulder. "she is just upset about Murray, she doesn't mean anything by it."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Joker asked feeling responsible for their friends death.
"I've got things covered here for now. I'll come get you if I find a use for you. Go comfort your friends and rest. We have a long sail ahead of us."
"Thanks, for all the help again. I know it has cost you a lot." Joker could tell Jim was just as upset as Trish but could manage it much better.
"Murray was a damn fine man," Jim stated, "A bit of a scardey cat mind you but damn fine still."
"I wish I could have met him." Joker said, " I think I'll follow your advice and see how Andy and Wendy are holding up." Joker said as he advanced toward the stairs.
"Just a warning lad, stay out of Trish's way for a bit if you value your genitalia. She gets down right aggressive sometimes."
"I'll keep that in mind." Joker chuckled as he left to go check on Andy and Wendy.
(I'm not sure why but I imagined Flamingo Jim with an Irish accent.)
No bro...your solid...I like how you had Jim warn Joker to stay clear of Trish...she's no real "Danger" to the Hunters ( like she wont ne going bat gak and shooting them or anything) but she'd probably punch someone in the mouth right now...
I'm gonna give you guys a warning about this next post, it is both a product of boredom and youtube videos based on nostalgia...this might not be pretty...
Seven years later...
The scene is set on a small hill in a suburb on the outskirts of New York City. Harlow and the now adolescent Cassanova stand together on a hill overlooking the city and watch as the sun sets over it. Harlow pulls out the cigarette from his mouth and puffs out a small cloud, he looks over to the little wolf with a smirk.
"You know Cassy, one day all of this is going to be yours." He said panning his arm around to indicate the city. The boy smiles enthusiastically and looks up at Harlow.
"Wow! Really Uncle Harlow?" He asks in an excited voice. Harlow simply smiles and nods and the two continue to look out at the scenery. "A king, I'm really gonna be king one day!" He continues, staring into the city below. Harlow looks at him with the same smile.
"Y'know being king isn't all roses and daisies, there are rules and--" He began before he was cut off by the young Cassanova who responded with a dismissive tone.
"Well when I'm king that'll be the first thing to go." He said cockily.
"Oh, not while I'm around." Harlow shot back in a promising tone. Cassanova looked at him mischievously.
"Well then you're fired." He said casually and began to walk away. Harlow followed him.
"Hm, I don't think so, only the Queen can do that." He replied with the same causal tone that the kid had taken.
"Well I am the future king..." Cassanova started in a superior tone. "So you have to do what I tell you." Harlow frowned and folded his arms.
"Not yet I don't and with an attitude like that you'll shape up to be a pretty pathetic king." He said unhappily. It was then that Harlow noticed the peppy tribal music that was playing in the background and slowly getting louder. There were the loud bang of drums and the shrill whistles of flutes...Cassanova turned to Harlow with a sly look on his face as the music came to a crescendo.
"Hmph...not the way I see it." He said as the drums signaled the first que of the musical number and the lad began to sing. "I'm gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware!" Harlow walked over to him and messed up his hair playfully with a chuckle as he sang along.
"Well, I've never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair." Cassanova pushed away from him and danced happily.
"I'm gonna be the mane event, like no king was before. I'm brushing up on looking down. I'm working on my roar!" He emphasized the last word with a hearty but feeble bawl. Harlow rolled his eyes.
"Thus far a rather uninspiring thing..." He muttered as Cassanova sang to a chorus of werewolf guard voices in the background.
"Oh, I just can't wait to be king!"
The werewolf chorus then came forward and raised Cassanova on their shoulders as Harlow watched, the entire group sang and the music continued to blare as they carried Casanova off, laughing and singing.
"Let every creature go for broke and sing! Let's hear it in the pack and on the wing! It's gonna be King Cassy's finest fling!" They all shouted before singing the chorus.
"Oh, I just can't wait to be king!"
They marched off into the sunset, just black silhouettes on the surface of the sun...Harlow just put his face in his hand and sighed, eventually following the group from a ways off and mumbling to himself.
"That's it, Ryan has got to get this kid out more..." He said as they went over the crest of the hill and out of sight.
...And with one swipe of his hand Warork transforms what has been the bloodiest RP in Dakka history into a warm hearted family story...
Well done my friend..well done.
FITZZ wrote: ...And with one swipe of his hand Warork transforms what has been the bloodiest RP in Dakka history into a warm hearted family story... Well done my friend..well done.
Until uncle Harlow puts Cassanova in the path of a stampede of vampires and Ryan goes to save him...
Mordoskul wrote:"Pontius/Nakizy-pissed."
That about sums it up.
FITZZ wrote:
darksage wrote:That's what I imagined. Not a bullet to the head but maybe a kick to the crotch. If someone gets in her way.
...Yup..Murry was her buddy...like a big brother to her..so she's not happy at all..
Andy just has a habit of pissing people off, whether its directly his fault or indirectly his fault.
FITZZ wrote: ...And with one swipe of his hand Warork transforms what has been the bloodiest RP in Dakka history into a warm hearted family story...
Well done my friend..well done.
Until uncle Harlow puts Cassanova in the path of a stampede of vampires and Ryan goes to save him...
That was my other idea...but I didn't think anyone would get it...
OOC: Do you know what I just realized, I had the three guys from the house follow the group to the docks but forgot to include them in the PM.
BIC:
Andy sat on the deck of the boat, Wendy still cradled in his arms and looked at the charred body near the bow of the ship. He also knew that Rook and Bishop had died as well, that totaled it up to at least eight people who had died to get Wendy or to get himself out of there. Miranda had been the first to die, then Sven, Ace, and Jack. Vegas's death followed soon after and now Rook, Bishop, and this Murray guy had also died. He looked back to his wife who was battling with unconsciousness and pulled her closer. Smalls was dead and that was a good thing, but that priest with the cross seemed familiar to him. The powers he had were far to great for him to be wielding if he wanted to kill people like Bjorn, and it didn't sit well with him. Then again he used to execute those who were going to be turned into wolves and once it started happening to close friends he didn't so a little bit of hypocrisy was evident on both sides.
Among the sounds of the churning water and the engine chugging along he could hear the angry footsteps of the woman who had yelled at him. She was right about so many people dieing just for his causes, but she didn't know the entire story. He felt like putting her in her place, but decided that it was time he began to choose his battles more carefully. The lolling of the boat among the water reminded him of a rocking chair and was incredibly soothing despite the amount of blood that poured from him and his wife. He felt a slight pain in his stomach as the flesh began to knit itself back together. It was like he had swallowed a bunch of bugs, something felt like it was crawling around in his innards, meshing everything that was damaged. He tilted Wendy slightly and looked at her back, her shirt was tinted an almost black with the wetness of the blood that had left her body but the hole still remained. A tear dropped from his eye as he realized that she wasn't going to heal like he was, she would take a much longer time.
"That was something different." Bjorn said unaware of how Andy was feeling.
"Nothing was different about it." Andy said quietly, "We went into a town filled with Vamps and wolves, killed some, got our asses kicked, and ran away. You'd be surprised at how often it happens." he finished.
"So, you've done all of this before?" Bjorn asked.
"Never been a wolf before." Andy replied.
"So it is different then." Bjorn replied, "But now that we have some time to talk and don't have to worry about something coming after us for a moment, I have some questions."
"About what?" Andy furrowed his brow in thought.
"About Sven," Bjorn explained, "what happened to him exactly?"
"He was a good man." Andy said, looking down at the blood-slicked dock.
"I know that much." Bjorn said calmly, hiding his annoyance.
"Well, he met with us at this hospital in the city." Andy began, "Wendy had gotten hurt when we were shot at in our hotel room so we took her to the hospital. We rerouted all of the other hunters to meet us there and they did, two russians and later Sven. The russians... one of them died and then the other left, Wendy was abducted and at the time she was bigger than she was now. By that I mean she was..."
"I know what you mean." Bjorn interrupted, "Continue."
"Well, he came with Miranda, Vegas, and I to this safehouse and I was contacted by some vampire named Oliver, and told to meet them at a warehouse. We did and a deal was struck, I would kill some wolves and I would get Wendy back. Sven was at the warehouse with us, I asked him if he wanted to come with us and told him that he didn't have to go but I guess he felt sorry for me and wanted to help. Then after we killed some wolves we went to another hospital because a lot of us were hurt, Sven lost an arm but replaced it with some kind of golem arm thing. He used the same trick in the Crooked House except he made a golem that looked like me. It was part of this plan I had that would hopefully get Wendy and my son back but still allow us all to leave unharmed. Needless to say it didn't work the way I wanted it to and Sven ended up killing vampire Wendy and several other vamps before his head exploded. Pontius did something to him that made it happen, after that we ran."
"That's it?" Bjorn asked.
"Well, I wasn't in charge of writing his biography," Andy said with a small, half-assed smirk, "but that's all I can really remember. He did a lot of good in the short amount of time he was here, and I don't mean good by me. I mean good for the world. He killed more vamps and wolves than I did in one night than I usually do in a week. I'm sorry for what happened to him, if I could go back I would do this alone."
"While it is good to hear that he did kill some of the members of the darkness, it is still sad that he died." Bjorn said and cleared his throat, "It does help to know that he did do something good before passing on and even though we are at odds with each other, it also helps to hear that you appreciate his sacrifice."
"I more than appreciate it." Andy added, "Without him we would all probably be dead. Joker and I wouldn't have been able to make it this far without him."
"I just hope that you plan on doing something useful with this extension on life you've been given." Bjorn nodded, "I would hate to see the culmination of all of tonight's efforts go to waste."
"I plan on helping out still, missing an arm so that doesn't help."
"Those can be replaced." Bjorn said, "Sven did it for himself and it is a craft we learn."
"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm going to keep it this way. It'll remind me of this whole trip, of those who died, and of what everyone has lost." Andy said solemnly. He returned his attention to his wife and laid his head on one of her shoulders and closed his eyes. He felt oddly calm sitting there, almost everyone's clothes soaked in somebody's blood. He pressed his left hand against Wendy's side as if trying to hold all of her blood and tissue in. "You all need some first aid or something." Andy said, "I don't want you guys to bleed out or anything so bandages, cotton, stitches, you guys need to get help."
"I'm sure they have some supplies on the boat." Bjorn said as he tried to sit up, "Why don't you go ask?"
As Bjorn had finished speaking, Joker approached them, "How are you guys doing?" he asked.
"Could be better," Bjorn said, "but I had a nice chat with Andy here and my mind is a little bit more at ease for it."
"Bjorn and Wendy need help." Andy said showing Joker his red palm, "She just won't stop bleeding and Bjorn got shot too."
"You okay?" Joker asked, "I don't have to worry about Vegas or anybody?"
"I told Vegas that she had to leave, she called Wendy bad names." Andy said, "Everyone else is being quiet for some reason, I don't know where they went."
"Well that's a good thing, just don't let them come back." Joker let out a brief sigh of relief, "Well, I guess I can go check to see what they have medical wise but don't talk to Trish, the only other lady on this boat, she's not too happy about what happened."
"I know." Andy said, "I won't say anything to her unless she says something to me."
"Alrighty then, let's see what we can scrape together to scrape ourselves together." Joker said as he helped Bjorn to his feet.
I for one did remember that the folks from the farm house where with you...however...seeing as it was three PCs to one...I opted to leave them out of the combat...maybe they just dropped y'all off and left...maybe Nakizy flash fried them off camera...
I for one did remember that the folks from the farm house where with you...however...seeing as it was three PCs to one...I opted to leave them out of the combat...maybe they just dropped y'all off and left...maybe Nakizy flash fried them off camera...
Alright, glad to see one of us was on top of the hunters with them. However, I think that they just dropped us off and then drove off to the local dunkin donuts and told tales of modest to incredible interest. Why do I think that, because I think that you, Fitzz, are a nice chap to allow them to do so.
I for one did remember that the folks from the farm house where with you...however...seeing as it was three PCs to one...I opted to leave them out of the combat...maybe they just dropped y'all off and left...maybe Nakizy flash fried them off camera...
Alright, glad to see one of us was on top of the hunters with them. However, I think that they just dropped us off and then drove off to the local dunkin donuts and told tales of modest to incredible interest. Why do I think that, because I think that you, Fitzz, are a nice chap to allow them to do so.
Dunkin donuts it is...coffee and bearclaws all round...
I for one did remember that the folks from the farm house where with you...however...seeing as it was three PCs to one...I opted to leave them out of the combat...maybe they just dropped y'all off and left...maybe Nakizy flash fried them off camera...
Alright, glad to see one of us was on top of the hunters with them. However, I think that they just dropped us off and then drove off to the local dunkin donuts and told tales of modest to incredible interest. Why do I think that, because I think that you, Fitzz, are a nice chap to allow them to do so.
Dunkin donuts it is...coffee and bearclaws all round...
I for one did remember that the folks from the farm house where with you...however...seeing as it was three PCs to one...I opted to leave them out of the combat...maybe they just dropped y'all off and left...maybe Nakizy flash fried them off camera...
Alright, glad to see one of us was on top of the hunters with them. However, I think that they just dropped us off and then drove off to the local dunkin donuts and told tales of modest to incredible interest. Why do I think that, because I think that you, Fitzz, are a nice chap to allow them to do so.
Dunkin donuts it is...coffee and bearclaws all round...
Feth that! I want my Boston Creme donut!
Then Boston Creme Donut you shall have....er...tell me...are they filled with real creamed Bostonians...?
...Carl moved slowly hoping to go unnoticed as he reached for the transmitor buried under his skin...
" CUR!!" shouted Tobar kicking the wolf in the face and snapping his head back " I said don't move!!!...test me and your traitorous guts will spill right here and now!!!"
Carl shook his head, dazed by the force of the kick...he turned and spat a gob of blood and a single fang out onto the forest floor...
Dez trembled, his fury boiling over at the sight of his Father being abused, his eyes narrowed and fixed on the bastard who'd betrayed them...sold them all out to Natasha..
"Harlow!!" Dez screamed...leaping from the ground with blinding speed and charging at the smiling Gun slinger ...his fangs bared for the Kill...
Harlow ducked low as Dez slashed out...but the young wolf surprised..pivoting and bringing his claws upward tearing a gapping hole in Harlow's stomach..
The wolf grunted and staggered back...blood gushing from the wound...
Dez went wild filled with Blood lust...he charged forward intent on the kill...intent on his vengance...
Harlow stayed low..waiting for the young wolf to close in..his eyes cutting quickly to his right...
As Dez leapt...Holly struck him from the side...charging in fast and merciless...her razor like claws splitting Dez's flesh open exposing his ribs...
At the same instant Harlow lashed upwards...his taloned claws slashing the young wolf's face to bloody ribbons...
Dez was thrown backwards by the blow...landing in a clump at his fathers side...
" Fiends!!" Roared Carl leaping to his feet and slashing at the Black Claw around him...opening ones throat in a grisly spray...
" You choose Death old fool!!" Tobar roared driving his claws into Carls gut " So be it!!"
The sound of a blade cut threw the air...and Tobar toppled back...a silver dagger buried in his head...his brains boiling as the poison rapidly spread...
" Eat that mother fether" Tim cried leaping up from where he'd thrown the knife and moving quickly to help Carl Up..
A pistol roared out and Tim Fell to the ground...a smouldering hole in his skull from Harlow's shot..
Carl staggered back grabbing Dez..." Run my son..run!!" he yelled dragging Dez behind him and moving as fast as he could...
From the trees behind Harlow and the Black Claw surged Forth...draging Carl to the ground...
" Run Dez!!! Just Run!!" Carl screamed as Harlow slipped a silver restraint around his neck...
Dez roared out in misery...the Black Claw turning to face him...
He had no choice...he turned he fled..two wolves pursuing madly...
Harlow yanked Carl to his feet..." Time to take a walk " he said as the Black Claw grabbed Carl and drug him back towards the mansion....
The small group reached the smouldering structure a few moments later...agast at the destruction the saw...
" This is what the Leeches have done" A tall Black Claw Said to Harlow pointing at several dead wolves..." This is what scum like this Nrajah here encourage..."
Carl spat..." You have no idea of what you say dog"
The Black Claw spun and back handed the old wolf..." See how brave you talk before Natasha ..traitor!!"
Near the Mansion steps, The Wolf Queen sat...several Black Claw at her side....her wounds being tended...she stared up with her remaining eye as Harlow and the Black Claw drew Near...Carl in chains behind them...
" You!!" she snarled as Carl was thrown down before her..." Look about you traitor...does the sight of your own kinds blood please you!!?"
She looked at Harlow..." So...you know see the truth of my words...the butchery we endure...at the hands of the leeches ...the Humans...and scum like this!!"
Natasha lashed out with a long powerful leg and kicked Carl in the face...
She raised her sword.." A conspirator...a slayer of his kind!!...what shall his fate be!!!?" she roared to her Back Claw..
" DEATH!!!" The packs roared back..
Her eyes fell to Harlow and Holly..." What say you" Natasha smiled.." You did after all deliver him into my hands"
Harlow stared at Carl then to Natasha..." Death" Harlow said
"So Be it!!" Natasha howled...her sword slashing backwards...Carl's head toppled from his body....
Natasha gazed down at the bleeding body of the hated traitor...he who had led wolf against wold...turned brother against brother and sister against sister, she bent lithely and slashed into his back, digging out a small transmiter and crushing under her booted heel...
She sighed and wiped a tear from her lone sparkling eye, shaking her head at Carl's remains...
" You were to be our Brother..." she whisperd ..." Your death saddens me...if only you had had the spirit of the wolf...and not the weakness of a human"
She stood and stared at her Black Claw..." Burn Him" she said, before turning to Harlow and Holly..." My apreciaton for delivering the ,lost one....perhaps now he knows what it is to finally be free."
Natasha made a small gesture and sighed " Nevertheless....we shall all be moving out soon..this place is foul with the stench of the leeches...you two will join us?"
Harlow nodded..as did Holly...
" Excelent" Natasha said staring at Harlow " I still feel you will be an assit ...as you have proved this night..." she looked back at the mansion " Gather what you need...we leave shortly" with that Natasha turned and disappeared...seeking her sister.
And so we move into the all important final phase of the RP...the epilogue...Damn...if I wasnt writing the event for Termina I'd throw something up right now...
Chowderhead wrote:Asset, FITZZ, Asset. You really need to proof-read.
No...I need to create...if I flub a word or mistype...and people understand my post...then I'm fine with that....
Hmmm.... Oh, adn FIZTTZ, did yuo konw taht one can wirte a psot lkie tihs, and pedsple wil stell geet it?
If the first and last letters are the same, and it looks mildy familiar, the brain programs the response to be like what the word is. It's why we understand L337
Yeah everyone start doing their final RPs and Epilogues...
I'll be doing a few here and there as well to tie up a few loose ends...and then I'll close her down...
Just so you guys know...you all fething kick ass...each one of you made this RP fething amazing...
Chowderhead wrote:Asset, FITZZ, Asset. You really need to proof-read.
No...I need to create...if I flub a word or mistype...and people understand my post...then I'm fine with that....
Hmmm.... Oh, adn FIZTTZ, did yuo konw taht one can wirte a psot lkie tihs, and pedsple wil stell geet it?
If the first and last letters are the same, and it looks mildy familiar, the brain programs the response to be like what the word is. It's why we understand L337
....Trish walked back across the deck of the boat, her head hanging as she wiped a tear away...
She paused for just a moment and watched the man...Andy his name was, gently holding an injured woman...
Trish wanted despeately to hate him...so much so that her chest ached and she felt dizzy with anger...
but she couldn't...she turned and waked up the metal steps and entered the wheel house...
Jim turned and stared at her, a small hurt smile on his tanned face..." I know" he said simply.." I know"
Trish stepped closer to him, her tears flowing down her cheeks..." We're still going on that vacation right?" she said
Jim nodded, a knot in his throat..." Yeah...Bahama's just like I promised.."
Trish shook her head " Hawaii .." she said, sobbing harder " Murry always wanted to go there...so...that's where we'll take him...Hawaii" she buried her face in her hand and wrapped an arm around Jim..
The ship Moved onward, Prague a speck in the distance behind her..
Jim stared through the wheelhouse windows and watched the sun slowly rising...
" Hawaii it is " he thought to himself " For you Murry...just for you."
Chowderhead wrote:Asset, FITZZ, Asset. You really need to proof-read.
No...I need to create...if I flub a word or mistype...and people understand my post...then I'm fine with that....
Hmmm.... Oh, adn FIZTTZ, did yuo konw taht one can wirte a psot lkie tihs, and pedsple wil stell geet it?
If the first and last letters are the same, and it looks mildy familiar, the brain programs the response to be like what the word is. It's why we understand L337
Why yes Chowder I did know that...
Chowder, did you know that Fitzz has a 10th degree black belt in badassness? Just ask Osama Bin Laden, oh wait you can't because Seal Team Fitzz took him out. Well, there's always Lex Luthor, FItzz kicked Lex Luthor so hard in the face that all of his hair came out. Fitzz then found Lex's cat and glued it to Lex's head, then he kicked him in the chin and made Lex's cat go flying into the atmosphere. Do you know why there are never any ninja's in those 'guess how many ninjas are in this picture' pictures, because Fitzz punched them so hard they turned into pirates and then died. Do you know why Fitzz doesn't play videogames, because he lives videogames. Call of Duty is nothing compared to his daily jog around the universe, which he does everyday just to make sure the Neptunians don't steal our toothpaste. Why would Neptunians need so much toothpaste, I have no damn idea but Fitzz sure as hell does. Fitzz is also responsible for Magneto having all of his powers, Fitzz drop kicked a magnet into Magneto's skull just because Magneto said he wasn't attractive. Do you know why stand-up comedians do 'stand-up'? Because if they sit down Fitzz will think that they're being lazy and kick them in the ass so hard they get doctorates in physics. Do you know what its called when Fitzz punches someone, its called terminal velocity. Fitzz is so badass that he made the Hulk angry, and then made the Hulk cry like Bella in Twilight. How did he do this, I have no idea but I think it involves paleontology somehow, maybe he beat him with a dinosaur bone that he found in between his teeth from that morning's breakfast. That's right, Fitzz has a dinosaur cloning machine and uses it to make tyrannosaurus rex's for his daily breakfast, why? Because anything else less than a T-Rex isn't badass enough to eat for breakfast. Do you know what he eats for dinner, you don't want to know but let me just tell you that it involves nails, screws, asphalt, and a bit of peanut butter. Chowder, you don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off the 'ole lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with Fitzz.
Yes...we'll have werewolves in grass skirts and lays...and they'll fight of Vampires but throwing pineapples at them and hitting them with Don Ho records...
No...Blood Moon III isn't in Hawaii...
Still figuring locations out...but...it's going to be big...real big...
Yes...we'll have werewolves in grass skirts and lays...and they'll fight of Vampires but throwing pineapples at them and hitting them with Don Ho records...
No...Blood Moon III isn't in Hawaii...
Still figuring locations out...but...it's going to be big...real big...
Australia, it would be funny to see a Vampire/Werewolf war in Australia.
G'day mate, mind if I bite onto your neck for a bit?
halonachos wrote:Chowder, did you know that Fitzz has a 10th degree black belt in badassness? Just ask Osama Bin Laden, oh wait you can't because Seal Team Fitzz took him out. Well, there's always Lex Luthor, FItzz kicked Lex Luthor so hard in the face that all of his hair came out. Fitzz then found Lex's cat and glued it to Lex's head, then he kicked him in the chin and made Lex's cat go flying into the atmosphere. Do you know why there are never any ninja's in those 'guess how many ninjas are in this picture' pictures, because Fitzz punched them so hard they turned into pirates and then died. Do you know why Fitzz doesn't play videogames, because he lives videogames. Call of Duty is nothing compared to his daily jog around the universe, which he does everyday just to make sure the Neptunians don't steal our toothpaste. Why would Neptunians need so much toothpaste, I have no damn idea but Fitzz sure as hell does. Fitzz is also responsible for Magneto having all of his powers, Fitzz drop kicked a magnet into Magneto's skull just because Magneto said he wasn't attractive. Do you know why stand-up comedians do 'stand-up'? Because if they sit down Fitzz will think that they're being lazy and kick them in the ass so hard they get doctorates in physics. Do you know what its called when Fitzz punches someone, its called terminal velocity. Fitzz is so badass that he made the Hulk angry, and then made the Hulk cry like Bella in Twilight. How did he do this, I have no idea but I think it involves paleontology somehow, maybe he beat him with a dinosaur bone that he found in between his teeth from that morning's breakfast. That's right, Fitzz has a dinosaur cloning machine and uses it to make tyrannosaurus rex's for his daily breakfast, why? Because anything else less than a T-Rex isn't badass enough to eat for breakfast. Do you know what he eats for dinner, you don't want to know but let me just tell you that it involves nails, screws, asphalt, and a bit of peanut butter. Chowder, you don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off the 'ole lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with Fitzz.
Out of all the awesome RPs, events, sillyposts, and other awesome stuff that went into this now 124 page thread...
THIS WINS IT!!!
"Seal Team Fitzz" Good lord I think I busted a rack of ribs and whizzed myself a little with that one ...
halonachos wrote:Chowder, did you know that Fitzz has a 10th degree black belt in badassness? Just ask Osama Bin Laden, oh wait you can't because Seal Team Fitzz took him out. Well, there's always Lex Luthor, FItzz kicked Lex Luthor so hard in the face that all of his hair came out. Fitzz then found Lex's cat and glued it to Lex's head, then he kicked him in the chin and made Lex's cat go flying into the atmosphere. Do you know why there are never any ninja's in those 'guess how many ninjas are in this picture' pictures, because Fitzz punched them so hard they turned into pirates and then died. Do you know why Fitzz doesn't play videogames, because he lives videogames. Call of Duty is nothing compared to his daily jog around the universe, which he does everyday just to make sure the Neptunians don't steal our toothpaste. Why would Neptunians need so much toothpaste, I have no damn idea but Fitzz sure as hell does. Fitzz is also responsible for Magneto having all of his powers, Fitzz drop kicked a magnet into Magneto's skull just because Magneto said he wasn't attractive. Do you know why stand-up comedians do 'stand-up'? Because if they sit down Fitzz will think that they're being lazy and kick them in the ass so hard they get doctorates in physics. Do you know what its called when Fitzz punches someone, its called terminal velocity. Fitzz is so badass that he made the Hulk angry, and then made the Hulk cry like Bella in Twilight. How did he do this, I have no idea but I think it involves paleontology somehow, maybe he beat him with a dinosaur bone that he found in between his teeth from that morning's breakfast. That's right, Fitzz has a dinosaur cloning machine and uses it to make tyrannosaurus rex's for his daily breakfast, why? Because anything else less than a T-Rex isn't badass enough to eat for breakfast. Do you know what he eats for dinner, you don't want to know but let me just tell you that it involves nails, screws, asphalt, and a bit of peanut butter. Chowder, you don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off the 'ole lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with Fitzz.
Out of all the awesome RPs, events, sillyposts, and other awesome stuff that went into this now 124 page thread...
THIS WINS IT!!!
"Seal Team Fitzz" Good lord I think I busted a rack of ribs and whizzed myself a little with that one ...
I still have tears in my eyes and beer on my shirt from it ...and the Missus just about fell off the bed when she heard the "toothpaste" bit.
My job on DakkaDakka is to poke the proverbial bear. FITZZ, however, is an actual bear, so I only mildly poke him. Oh how fun it is to know that you have almost 5000 posts of meaningless dribble.
Now if you will excuse me, I must be off to Off Topic to teach a Canadian how US politics works. Ta Ta!
FITZZ wrote: Yeah everyone start doing their final RPs and Epilogues...
I'll be doing a few here and there as well to tie up a few loose ends...and then I'll close her down...
Just so you guys know...you all fething kick ass...each one of you made this RP fething amazing...
Well, at least my last sillypost for the RP was a great one then.
But it really has been fun, and I can't wait for the epilogue posts to start popping up. I'm already working on mine, but it probably won't be up for awhile.
Going to go back and read the ending to the original Blood Moon. By the way, Nachos, I always imagined that Andy kept Azazel's head in the fridge, which he would have to shove aside to get to the beer.
Chowderhead wrote:My job on DakkaDakka is to poke the proverbial bear. FITZZ, however, is an actual bear, so I only mildly poke him. Oh how fun it is to know that you have almost 5000 posts of meaningless dribble.
Now if you will excuse me, I must be off to Off Topic to teach a Canadian how US politics works. Ta Ta!
...I think I'd rather try to teach a fish to ride a bicycle...No offence to our Canadian neighbors..US Politics is epitome of pure human fethary and discussing it for any real leagth of time makes my ass itch...fortunately I have Chowder and his stick to scratch it.
Take your time on your final RPs and Epilogues folks...I have a few more write ups to do..and then a closing write up as well...no rush on anyone...take time...enjoy.
It would be interesting to return to Empire City in the final chapter of this dark trilogy, ending it where it all began. The ending to BMI indicated that all was not well within the once grand city, and the Network still has a lot of work ahead of them. Or, that might work better as a later RP, like an epic mini-series that tied in with the original game. I wouldn't mind running a 'Return to Empire' game down the road (after Inter Astrum, of course). Anyway, here's the ending to the original Blood Moon, for those of you who missed it.
...Morning came to Empire City,cold and gray,by noon the rains began to fall...helping to quell both the still smoldering fires of the past 48 hours and the few remaining mobs that had brought the city to it's knees...
Over 5,000 National Guard troops had been deployed to restore order during the riots,and,along with 1,000 city police and Sheriffs officers had managed to contain most of the damages to the city's more underprivileged areas...though both City Hall and The Empire 1st district Police Station and Court House had been burned to the ground.
Death tolls had been estimated at close to 7,000,with at least triple that number injured and damage cost where estimated to be in the Billions...The Govener had toured the city,declaring it a disaster area,and a weary Deputy Mayor had addressed a disgruntled crowed of citizens...pledging Empire would rebuild and heal...his optimisiam was not shared by the crowd...nor by the the population at large,in the hearts of every citizen...an air of doubt hung..coupled with the feelings that something evil...something far worse than the raging mobs...had stalked the streets of Empire City, many dismissed the gnawing anxieties,atributing them simply to having witnessed such barbarity perpetrated by their fellow citizens...but many others decided that Empire,for whatever reason,was no longer a city they wished to be in,and for two months a great exodus occured..
For the remaining citizens...life went on,The newly elected Mayor held true to his promises..and Empire City did indeed begin to rebuild,bringing jobs and opertunity back to the city...during the day people could almost convince themselves that the "bad times" were long gone...but...with each setting of the sun a sense of foreboding gripped the city,many would rush home...ensureing their doors were bolted tight and their curtians and blinds drawn....restruants and shops,packed during the day found that business dropped drasticly wth the setting sun,and night clubs which didn't positively bulge with security soon found themselves closing for good
Yes...life continued...sure..there was the occasional missing person...the occasional bizzare disapearance ...several times strange cryptic messages were sprayed prominently in the city.."Es Y'golonac, el monstruo con la boca que están en sus manos " painted in huge dripping letters near the location of the old theater....but the remaining population did their best to avoid discussing these events...as if the all silently agreed voicing their fears...their private dreads...would somehow open a door...a door they prayed had been closed...and invite the unspeakable back in.
Far from the citizens of Empire City,across a turbelant ocean,near a small village...something stirred in the darkness...ancient claws clicked in anticipation...the night had come...and desires ...dark and twisted would be sated.
A pair of eyes ,shimmering with maniacal intent,rose to the darkening sky...reflecting the glow of the rising moon
FITZZ, I think that the bear poking stick and the ass scratching stick are two different things. Because as a professional bear ass scratcher, I need to keep the two separate.
Mordoskul wrote:By the way, FITZZ, which of the Fallen is the last surviving member? Is it Sariel, Koshbiel, Shamsiel, Ananel, Sethiel, Raziel, or Zaquiel?
Hell...now I have to go back and look at all my scribbling...
..You have two...but damned if I can read my chicken scratch..looks like Annael and one that begins with an S....
Chowderhead wrote:FITZZ, I think that the bear poking stick and the ass scratching stick are two different things. Because as a professional bear ass scratcher, I need to keep the two separate.
...Yeah, I guess it could be unfortunate if you confused the two.
Harlow walked about the premises and watched as the remaining wolves shuffled about the mansion, bodies of both fallen wolves and vampires were burned in flaming piles. Most though, were hauling things of importance put of the mansion, for all intents and purposes it seemed like the queen was abandoning this little fortress. Harlow looked at the mansion, it lay in ruin, it reminded him of all the buildings he'd seen in past lives of human wars that had been destroyed by weapons and murderous intent. Some part of him regretted not being here for this final fight, he would have liked to rip apart a few of these kindred himself. He looked and saw the form of the queen, however, and knew that another part of him would have hated to have to fight whatever had ruined that beautiful face. A whiff of a familiar scent brought him out of his reverie and he looked to his side to see Holly standing there and looking around as well, awe struck by the scale of the battle that had happened here.
"Hey, he's here somewhere, I can smell him, go on and go find him." Harlow said, tilting his head towards the mansion. Holly snapped her head around at him at the sound of his voice but just nodded and walked away towards the mansion which still had sections of it on fire.
Harlow watched her go, he smirked a bit, Ryan was lucky to have a girl like her, Harlow hoped the big wolf knew that; loyal, vicious, even kind. Harlow sighed and then winced, his hand going to his stomach, he shook his head, some wolves just didn't know when to quit. Oh well, Dez would get his...
He noticed the sun rising, this blood moon was over and if he was lucky, Harlow would see many more before he was done. He felt the beast retreat inside of him but strangely, he no longer felt relief at the passing of its throes...Instead he felt....content? Satisfied? He looked to the prostrate body of Carl and his severed head. He glared at it, there was a truth held in all this. When he had come to Europe, Harlow was a lost being, both beast and man, shunned by both beast and man. He looked down at his hand and clenched it a few times, feeling the potential power behind his fist. Harlow looked around the compound, beings just like him, they had found a home together, why couldn't he? He recalled the conversation he had had with the Queen the day before, he had indeed had a lot in his time on the earth; money, power, adventure, he had seen things that no man had seen and done things no man had done, but she was right, he hadn't had a home ever since he could remember. If there was a place where Harlow belonged in this world, he knew it was among his own kind. He belonged with beings like him that didn't have to be afraid or ashamed of what they carried with them...
That thought alone brought something to Harlow's mind that he had not had for a century or more...comfort.
He walked over to where Natasha was overseeing the evacuation, she was guarded by several of the same big wolves that had met Harlow in the forest. He kept a respectful distance until she finally noticed him with her one good eye, she could notice that there was something about him that had changed, not physically, it was hard to tell, perhaps it was in his scent? Regardless, the man was different from the one she had seen yesterday.
"I must thank you for your warning." She said. "If you had not warned us of what was coming I do not think we would have been as successful."
Harlow didn't move, he just locked eyes with the queen an impassive look on his face. "I am sorry that I could not have been here sooner...but these..." He said kicking at Carl's body. "Put up a stiff fight. Musater and Longar were going to be here as well, but they declined to come at the last second, I don't know where they are now."
Natasha's face flashed in anger for a moment until she shook her head. "It is no matter, they will face judgement soon enough. You did well to deliver these traitors to me, I shudder to think what kind of havoc they could have caused while we were vulnerable...they could have ruined everything. It saddens me deeply to see beings of our kind have fallen to such levels."
"A fool and his life are soon parted." Harlow stated simply.
Natasha then saw Holly wandering into the mansion, looking for something.
"Does she belong to you?" The Queen asked.
"She doesn't belong to anyone. But she was in Ryan's pack, that's where she belongs." Harlow said. Natasha nodded.
"And where do you think you belong, Harlow?" She asked.
"Wherever I'm welcome." He said beginning to walk away. "And that just so happens to be here."
The queen watched as he walked away, but she was curious, she called to him once more and he half turned to adress her.
"You claimed that prior obligations disallowed you from accepting my offer before. What changed your mind?"
Harlow thought about that for a moment. "I decided that my obligations were not worth my life." He said before following Holly into the mansion. he wasnt exactly sure what he should be doing now, but he figured he would know eventually.
The pyres of the dead burned brightly in the ruddy sky of early morning. They were tall, packed with the bodies of the dead, thrown carelessly, to the casual onlooker, upon the pyre with no sense of ceremony, but Ryan, who was standing next to the wolves bonfire, feeling the heat lap against him in waves, knew better. It was a series of small, barely noticeable things about the pyres that proved method in the madness of the body pile. Namely, no corpse, no fallen wolf, was left incomplete. He had seen many of Natasha's men picking their way through the corpse strewn floor earlier, retrieving a lost limb from a fallen wolf, to prepare him for the afterlife. For the first time in his life, Ryan had truly seen the religion of the wolf. He did not know if it was anything more than a collective of obscure superstitions, or something more, but it had been oddly warming to his heart, seeing a former friend of a deceased wolf searching amongst the detritus for something to finally 'complete' the fallen brethren. Ryan sighed, and decided he would get his hands dirty, and turned to the battlefield, face set to help. He stalked forwards, his feet falling lightly on the ground, scanning the ground for signs of a fallen wolf amongst the press of Leech dead. His mind drifted, for a moment, back to several minutes earlier.
He had entered the mansion with Natasha together, or the remaining infrastructure; much of the building had been torched by blinding fire, and footing had been treacherous, but yet they clambered up the steps to the front door together, both supporting the other as much as they themselves were being held up. When they finally made it to front doors, Ryan was filled with sorrow. The doors, previously beautiful, majestic and ancient, were now horrendously scarred by fire, their beauty blemished forever. It reminded him of the Queen herself, whose face was hideously wracked by Caines ugly blow. He glanced across to it, the ruddy wound, which was even now knitting together, flesh and bone fusing where before they had come apart. Her eye however was a lost cause, taken from her forever, and leaving a bloody hole. Natasha noticed his stare, but was not offended. She gave a weary smile, which for the first time, did not seem to be faked, and said;
"It is nothing. If a wolf who had lived for as long as myself was offended by such a trifling injury as the loss of an eye, I would not be fit for the position I hold. Do not fret over my own well being, you are worse off."
Ryan glanced down to his stomach injury; it at one point in the night had been unzipped; and he had fought with one hand clamping his entrails in place, but as the night had broken into dawn the flesh had sealed over. However, he would bear the ugly scar for the rest of his life.
"Only a scratch." He said non-commitedly and stretched. If anything, his throat hurt more than anything else; The dark vampire kings blood had seared the flesh in his throat and had burned like a searing iron in his stomach. He had regurgitated the contents, for fear of what it could do, but it had still left him with a raw throat that made talking a nuisance.
Something caught Natasha's attention, and she turned to look back across the mansion grounds, toward a group of returning Blackclaw.
"I must deal with arising matters; go, seek out your son, I will be fine here. Nothing can hurt me now."
Ryan nodded, and turned to leave. But he paused at the last moment, and turned back. "It was an honor to fight by your side, my Queen."
She smiled genuinely once again. Ryan had finally shown her he was willing to obey her, he had finally addressed her by title, showing his submission to her rule. Without a second glance, Ryan had then left her presence, and moved quietly through the house, surveying the damage. The building had become an impromptu clinic, with the injured wolves being laid out upon anything with a flat surface which could sustain their weight. Something peculiar happened this time. Unlike the last time he made his way through the house in the route he was taking, in which none noticed him, instead, as he moved through the rooms, the wolves looked up from where they had been lying, or sitting, and yelled out compliments, cheered his name, or clapped him on the back appreciatively. A particular wolf, with half his head bandaged up yelled out 'Ivans Bane.' which was soon taken up by the rest of the wolves. Ryan found the comment amusing. He truly had been Ivans bane, both the Patriarch of the fearsome shark toothed Opriknikki, but his actions had also ended the life of Ivan the wolf, who had actually been genial toward him, sowing the seeds of friendship early. As he made his way through the Kitchen, he passed the same Stag he had brought as gift. It was now skinned, and it's white pelt had been in the process of being cleaned when the attack had come. It was still intact, and Ryan made a mental note to make sure he took it with him when the wolves made an exodus. He carried on going, and eventually came to the door leading up to his sons room. However, it was no longer unguarded. Instead, two heavy set wolves were standing guard, weapons in hand, a cruel expression across their face. Ryan said nothing to them, but stood opposite, his arms crossed, and waited. Seconds passed, and finally one of the wolves bowed his head slightly, and mumbled 'Ivans bane' before he let Ryan pass.
However, what he saw and smelt when he passed the wolves made his bowels turn to ice. The door was ajar to his sons room, in the sense that it was lying off it's hinges upon the floor. Splintered wood lay throughout the hall, and a disgusting stench of Ichor, foul smelling and corpulent pervaded his senses.
"Rawhide" Ryan growled quietly, and he jogged through the hall into the room. A great hole had been rent in the floor, where Tommy had burst in, and the carnage was everywhere. The only thing undamaged, to Ryans distinct surprise, was Cass's cot. The wolves in the room, mostly blackclaw acknowledged his presence with his new monicker, but they seemed preoccupied. Ryan noticed through the floor below Erzuli fussing over a wolf below, clearly distraught. It mattered little to Ryan, who, whilst he could accept that she was in personal agony, cared not, until his son was safe. He scooped up his child in his arms, and made for the exit, looking him over for signs of harm. After a second, both Sansa and Nelson followed, keeping a couple of steps back so Ryan could have his privacy...
The alley behind Sammy's, a gentleman's club near the intersection of Mahogany avenue and Fifth street, was the last place Tony, or as he was called in the underground "The Don" wanted to be right now. His contact was late, it was cold, and damp, and to top it all off, he was missing happy hour in a bar downtown for this. The man he was supposed to be meeting had better be here quick or Tony had half a mind to walk out on him. He sighed, being an informant on the network's payroll was a hard job sometimes, at best interesting, at worst dangerous, but it was this, meeting contacts that he had never met before, that got on his nerves the most. He knew nothing of this contact, only that he was supposed to be here ten minutes ago and that he had cash, that was the only reason Tony stuck around.
Now bored, Tony pulled his jacket around him and leaned against the back wall of the club, cursing the weather. He brought out a cigarette and lit it with a match from a small matchbox in his pocket. As he was tossing the burnt match away, he noticed a vehicle pulling up to the alley on the street outside. Tony sighed, finally he could get down to business. He readied the folder that was tucked in his jacket and waited for the contact to show himself. He saw the vehicle that pulled up, it was an impressive sight. A deep blue muscle car, Tony figured a Mustang, maybe a late sixties model, sat on the curb, its huge wheels taking a rest on the asphalt. Tony watched a man get out of the driver's side and close the door with a thud. He watched as the man walked around the front of the car and into the alley. He was clothed in a black leather jacket and wore sunglasses. But those weren't nearly as distinctive as the man's black hair which was cropped in a short mohawk for the most part. Upon further inspection, Tony figured the man must have been descended from some Native Americans, his skin tone suggested it as did the broad nose on his face. More interesting to Tony was the briefcase he carried with him down the alley as he took a spot on the opposite side of the alley.
"Took you long enough." Tony complained, looking the man over. The contact said nothing, just looking at Tony, he finally spoke.
"You have what I came here for or don't you?" He asked. Tony grunted, he wanted to get this over quickly and it seemed this guy did as well, but he was curious about this man, they guy had contacted him the night before and they had had a two minute conversation about a man whose every piece of writing ever put down on paper was sitting in the folder in his arm. And there wasn't that much here to be honest. The fact that this guy was so uptight about his business made Tony curious. He geld out the folder.
"That depends on if you've got what I came here for." He said. The man in sunglasses reached down to get the briefcase and in that moment Tony saw that the man had a pistol holstered to either hip and furthermore that the barrels were engraved with some sort of pattern but the contact quickly righted himself and held the briefcase up and the weapons again were covered. The contact opened the container and showed Tony the wads of cash contained within.
"Fifty grand, just like I said." The contact said simply, the impassive expression on his face never leaving. It was a bit unnerving to Tony that the guy was trying to cover any expressions up, he couldnt see what the guy was looking at past his sunglasses.
"All the information on this Harlow character I could find..." Tony said, going through the folder again. "Not a whole lot here but I had to turn over the goddamned network to find just this. Hope its worth your money." He handed it to the contact and the contact handed him the briefcase.
"Why'd you want that stuff anyway?" Tony asked. "Guy's a loner and he's not even in the country anymore, what he do, shiv your brother? Maybe he took your girl?" Tony asked, trying to elicit any sort of response from the man. He watched the guy take off his glasses and reveal his stormy grey eyes.
With a speed that surprised and scared Tony, the man shot out a gloved hand and picked him up by his jacket, shoving him against the wall. Tony just stared at the man wide eyed, not knowing what he was going to do and surprised by this sudden show of aggression. He looked down into the man's face, it spoke of anger, rage even, he could see the man's teeth through his snarling mouth and his eyes...what was wrong with his eyes? They didn't look....human.
"You mind you're business I'll mind mine." He growled.
"Fair enough." Tony said placatively, cowed by the man's display of anger, he put hands up weakly as if to surrender. The man let him go and picked up the folder, he walked away down the alley back towards his car. Tony brushed himself off and picked up the briefcase, grumbling about the unfairness of life.
"Hey!" He called. "Whats your name?" The man turned back towards Tony.
"What?" He asked.
"I need a name for the log." Tony said simply. The man just nodded and put his sunglasses back on.
"Alexander Whitlow." He said and then turned, got into his car and drove away while Tony went to go find his own and get to that bar downtown, he needed a drink to flush away those eyes from his mind.
(An unless I get any other ideas...that's it for me... )
... Natasha stood in the courtyard , the flames of the pyres iluminating her body as her lips move honoring her fallen warriors..." Hunt well my kindred...may your spirits run free for eternity"
She glanced over as two Hulking Blackclaw approached a Pyre, the body of Kerri held gently by them...Natasha sighed deeply and walked towards them..
Staring down at the blood drenched remains of her consort..." Rest now my beloved.." she bent and kissed the still body " and know that my heart goes with you"
The Queen turned and moved back towards the mansion, seeing that the fires had been extinquished and that trucks were being loaded with salvageable items from within..
A massive Blackclaw approached her, bowing and speaking quickly " All preperations have been made my Queen, we should be prepared to move out within the half hour..."
" Very good Mercer" Natasha said " Insure our wounded are transported away first...we shall leave last."
" As you Command my Queen" The big wolf said with a bow...
" And Mercer" Natasha said " once everyone has departed...and all has been salvaged...burn this place to the ground"
" Yes my Queen" Mercer said bowing again...
Natasha entered the Mansion...her good eye moving over the injured...again her heart broke and her rage grew..
Her warriors, even the greviously wounded howled and cheered at the sight of her...roaring their approval and devotion
" My Kin...You Honor me" Natasha said, her face deternined and filled with pride for her wolves...her family....
" Know now...that our suffering...your suffering..is not in vain...each of you...all of you...have fought valiantly for our kind.." Natasha felt a tear spill from her remaning eye
" Know that my heart burns with each of you...and together...we shall rise...we shall endure..we shall SURVIVE!!"
The packs, wounded and strong alike roared their devotion....
Turning from her kin...Natasha made her way towards the rear of the Mansion...she sensed her sisters presence back there..and she must know that Both Erzuli and the Infant were unharmed..
Longar packed his armor into the suitcase. The leather greaves were stained red, covered in the blood of thousands of foes, from hundreds of years. The crimson vambraces were Longar's defense during a Campaign against the Roman stronghold of Britannia, and his only defense. They had saved his life countless times, and he repay their service to him. Next in the luggage bag was the chest-plate. It was inscribed with sigils of waring in a long dead tongue. Not even Longar knew what it read. All he knew was that it worked. The Leg and shin guards went into the box next, covered in the mud of campaigns who are now etched into the halls of legend. Finally, came the boots. The boots, a gruesome shade of brown and dark red, had survived for thousands of years. Covered in the blood of Kindred, Humanii, and Lycan alike, they were the centerpiece of all good warrior's armor. Most kept them spit shined, beautiful. Longar preferred to keep the memories alive through the grimy sludge covering the massive boots.
Zipping up the suitcase, he began to pack his weapons. Well, weapon. The ancient war axe was jet black, made of obsidian and silver infused. It had no name, and the only intelligible thing written on the weapon, engraved into the head on both sides, was a German saying that Longar had heard, and adopted. "Lassen Sie die Welt brennen" it declared, a warchant of the Germans who sacked Rome, the Kindred capitol. Smiling as his hands felt the worn in grip, he hefted the axe. 4 feet long, and sharp enough to cut clean through plate mail, it was a weapon to fear.
"Longar, are you ready?" Musater sat in his suit, eating ice cream, something he had never had. Harlow had picked it up at a grocery. It was delicious, like frozen heaven. "Also, you have to try this!" He took another bite out of the magical pint. "It's called Iced Cream, and it's amazing!"
"Musater, you've never had Ice Cream?" Longar laughed as he placed the axe into the carrier on the back of his chestpiece. "I've been locked in a freezer for 100 years, and I know what it is!" He laughed. Musater shrugged, and took another bite. It was Cookies n' Creme. Hmm. He needed to get the plane stocked with it before take off.
"Whatever. That's not the point. The point is, are you ready?" He tried pouring some scotch into the ice cream. Taking a bite, his head began to hurt. It was a sharp, searing pain, like nothing he'd ever felt before. "Longar! They've poisoned my Scotch!" Musater rushed to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a bottle of Tylenol.
"It's called brain freeze." Longar entered, grabbing the pills and sweets from his son. "And I think you've had enough. I don't want a drunk person flying the plane." He downed the pint of Ben and Jerry's in seconds, scotch and all. Wiping his lips, the pulled out a piece of paper.
"This was all you could get on them? Borderline lies and unconfirmed sightings?" He hefted the suitcase full of war materials.
"Well, it's not like they have a Facebook or anything." Longar pointed to one of the three names on the list. "She might." Musater did a quick search on his iPhone, and realized that Longar was entirely correct.
"Well, I guess we're heading to Salem. But first, we need to go to the Germanic Alps, Svalbard, and... and... Empire City." Musater paused a bit on the last one. Longar patted his son on the back.
"We'll lay her to rest, don't you worry. We'll do it soon. But first, I got to get the Court of the Broken Fang together." Musater smiled and nodded. They walked to the elevator, and during the taxi ride, and all the way to the private hangar, they talked about nothing but Ice Cream. Once inside the hangar, Longar and Musater loaded up their plane, a small Cessna twin engine, twin seater. It was cheap as hell, but it flew like a dream, and would get them where they needed to go. They boarded the plane, and Musater requested takeoff clearance.
"Marco 15, the plane is cleared for Takeoff." Air Traffic Control squelched over the radio. The twin engine airplane roared into life, and sped down the Runway.
"Musater, I hope to god you know what you are doing." Longar spoke softly into the mic, then began praying to Cernunnos once more that the giant flying machine wouldn't kill him. Longar laughed at the praying Longar, and pulled the yoke up. The airplane shot up, and Longar screamed for dear life and he tore at the seat foam. Musater sighed as he popped some painkillers for his headache, then leveled out the plane. Longar never settled down, and began screaming every time they passed a cloud, thinking it would clog the engine with it's white poofyness.
This would be a long trip.
Well, that's Musater and Longar's epilogue. It's been a ton of fun, a bukkit of laughs, and a good exercise in writing. School starts in 3 days, so I'll be here for a bit to fix anything up. After that, things get FUBAR.
Anyway, Thank you Aurelia, MDS, Devastator, Darksage, Sillyboy, TheWildHost, WARORK, Halonachos, Ghosty, (begrudingly) Shas, Mordo, and everyone else I forgot.
And thank you most of all, FITZZ, for putting up with all my gak. It's been awesome. Can't wait for Blood Moon III: The Marsupials! (Damn you the Howling and your ever present meta jokes...)
It's been my pleasure to put up with your gak Chowder, you always make me laugh and I of course look forward to seeing you in Blood Moon III: The Death Of Reb Brown.
Chowderhead wrote:Well, The Howling 3 was actually called "The Marsupials", and could have used Reb in it.
A little "AAAAARRRGGGGGAAAHHHHHAAAAGGGGGRRRRRHHHHHHAAAAAAGGRGGRRRRRHHHHGGGEEEEHHHHRRRRGGGGGGGAAA" could have spiced it up.
...Yeah Chowdy, I know I have a copy amongst my thousands of horror DVDs...
And sadly, I have to agree, Reb very well may have improved it...at least in making it more laughable...
The pier was mainly out of sight of the main road, and seemed to have been neglected but then again the gun runner had few choices of where he could drop off his cargo. The hunters stood up, Andy cradling Wendy carefully so that she wouldn't get hurt in the process. Flamingo Jim shook their hands as they walked off the boat, save for Andy.
"Sorry friend, just don't want to risk anything." Flamingo Jim said, "But safe trails none the less."
"Same to you both," Andy said as he turned to look at Trish who stood on the deck with her arms crossed, staring at the hunters as they left, "I'm sorry for what happened to your friend, I didn't want any of this to happen and its all my fault it did. I want to thank you guys for what you did for me, especially your friend Murry, it really means a lot to both me and my wife. We have a kid and thanks to your friend we can go see him now." he said as a tear began to trickle down his face, "We get to be a family thanks to you guys.". With that Andy used his free arm to wipe his face and flashed a brief smile before walking off of the boat and onto the docks.
"That kid's going to have a screwed up life." Flamingo Jim said as he started to pull away from the docks, "Dad's a werewolf, and mom's a human... geeze, but away we go now down with that business."
"I think it would be best if we stayed away from Prague from now on." Trish said, "But after Hawaii we'll see."
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Andy and Wendy had stayed at their mother's for the night after getting back to the states, Wendy's family was surprised to see her alive after the news they had been given before and some of them questioned it. However, they managed to trick the non-hunters of the family to believe that Wendy had been misdiagnosed with a terminal illness and that's why they said she was dead, but it turned out to be a false-positive. As to Andy losing his hand, well it turns out that Andy was distraught after hearing about his wife's condition that his driving was impaired and he lost his hand in the accident after it was deemed to be beyond repair. Never the less, it was a fun occasion and after a wonderful sleep in a nice bed they drove off with their son in the backseat towards their house in New London, Connecticut. They stopped halfway, and powered through the remaining seven hour drive and managed to get home close to 10 at night. Andy sighed a breath of relief as the car's headlights illuminated the brick walls of the house, he hoped that no one had broken into the place and as he stepped out the cold New England air welcomed him home. He chuckled to himself when he guessed that he had forgotten how cold it got during that time of year, but after a quick journey up the driveway they would be inside and hopefully the heat would kick in soon after.
He looked over to Wendy who was cuddled against the passenger door and poked at her shoulder with the stub of his right hand, "Hey Wendy, we're home." he said with a smile. Wendy slowly woke up and looked at the brick house in front of them and let out a smile before slowly getting out of her seat and also realizing that the air was incredibly cold. She shivered and quickly came to, her smile still remained as she opened up the back door and pulled Michael close to her chest to keep him warm. Together they walked up the porch stairs and Andy flipped over a rock to retrieve the spare key and put it into the lock, "Welcome home little guy." he said to the sleeping infant as he opened the door and let them in.
"Wow, I can't believe that I would miss this place so much even though its been what, only a little over a week now?" Wendy said as she continued to walk through the entrance way, "By the way, we're home now dear so let's put Michael in his crib and..." she stopped as she noticed that Andy wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, "What is it?"
"Something doesn't smell right, it smells like cheap cologne and something else...like," he started to say before two shadowy figures slammed him into the wall with a metal pole. Wendy let out a scream before it was muffled, Andy struggled against the two holding him against the wall, "Get away from her you bastard!" he snarled, feeling the animal inside rising to rip their throats out.
"Now, now little Andy." a voice said in the darkness, "Is that any way to talk to Uncle Claudius?" it asked playfully.
"Who the feth are you!" Andy kept struggling.
"Oh, first things first I suggest you stop that." Claudius said calmly with his hand over Wendy's mouth. "The bar my associates are using is coated with pure silver which would be bad for you should you rip your shirt or anything, don't worry about Wendy, if you do as I say she won't be harmed."
"The last vampire to say that turned her into a vampire and got her killed." Andy replied, "But who the hell are you!"
"Oh my, I forget that its been ages since I first saw you as an infant. Your parents were so worried about your well-being..." Claudius said as he let go of Wendy, "Now be a dear on turn on the lights Wendy." she complied, Michael almost completely compressed against her body. The light revealed Claudius in one of his trademark black suits with a bright scarlet tie, and two others in white holding the bar against Andy's chest. They were wearing sunglasses and had bright white suits.
Wendy gasped as the bodies of two state troopers sat in chairs in the living room, their throats slashed open. Claudius held his hands behind his back and looked at what had caught her attention, "Oh don't worry about those two, they were some hunter friends of yours looking for you. The amount of silver they were carrying was staggering, its like they wanted to kill you or something. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" he asked, Andy stopped struggling and glared at the vampire who simply smirked now that he had his attention.
"What do you want," Andy said angrily, "Claudius, was it?"
"Nothing more than what your parents gave me." Claudius said as he moved closer to Andy.
"My parent's didn't do anything for a vampire." Andy said in protest, Claudius picked up the medallion from Andy's chest and held it in his hand. A small sign of shock went across Andy's face.
"How can you, how can you touch it?" Andy asked.
"Because I made it." Claudius chuckled as he let it go, "Now back to introductions. My name, as I said, is Claudius and I am almost as much responsible for your life as your mother and your father. They brought you to me when you were about three months old seeking help, you see your father made a lot of enemies much like yourself and wanted to keep you safe. I agreed, they signed a contract, I put this little medallion on you, and they did what what I wanted them to do. I offer the same assistance to you." he finished and turned to face Wendy, "Of course the same protection applies to you as well dear."
"And if I say no?" Andy asked.
"Well, I don't need you or your wife alive, just your offspring." Claudius smiled devilishly as he stared at Andy
"And what if I happen to say no?" Wendy asked.
"As I said dear, I don't need you alive in fact I wish that you had stayed dead in Prague, it would've made my goals easier to obtain. But I am generally a kind person so I will let you two stay together and be a little happy family. Now on to the contract." Claudius said and snapped his fingers, soon another figure in black came from the hall behind him and handed him two parchment scrolls. "Thank you Brandon, now on to the details. Your mother and father agreed to kill certain targets of mine in order to guarantee your safety from my kind, I will ask something completely different of you and your wife."
"What's that, make you something, drive around..." Andy asked still angry. Claudius smiled as he walked up to Andy and smacked Andy across the face.
"The first thing I want you to do is drop your attitude, you should be grateful for what I plan to do for you." Claudius readjusted his tie, "But yes you can say that I want you two to make something, more of those." he said as he pointed at Wendy.
"Sorry, but I don't know anything about cloning." Andy replied.
"I am hoping that you aren't that daft." Claudius said, "I want you and your wife to have more children."
"What, why?" Wendy said as she took a step back.
"Because I have been following your husband's illustrious, and bloody lineage since his family's name was first created." Claudius said, "His family has had the best to offer me in terms of the amount of violence they can unleash on certain crowds of people, and more importantly his family comes from a line of almost natural torturers." Claudius looked at Wendy who's mouth was held agape and then at Andy who just scowled at him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, my dad never murdered anyone." Andy said, "He wouldn't murder anyone."
"Oh but he did, he never told you but he killed many werewolves and wolf sympathizers, your grandfather did the same..." he said as he ruffled in his pocket for a picture, he found it and opened it up to show Andy, "Does this man look familiar?" he said as he tapped the black and white photo.
"That's my grandpa, why do you have a picture of him?"
"Look at the middle, what do you see?"
"A dead, wolf wearing a Nazi's hat." Andy said, his voice reflected his realization of the fact that his family had a dark history to it.
"There you go," Claudius said calmly, "your family has a lot of traits that I want in those humans I use."
"You use humans?"
"Oh most assuredly yes, see there is a hierarchy. The top being Cain and then the Fallen, and so on and on until we reach you and then there's the cattle that we feed off of. So you're slightly above the chaff unless you don't agree with the contract, in which case we slaughter you, use your wife for food and I take your son and raise him to be completely obedient to me." Claudius said, "But if you agree, I will pay for your housing and amenities, any luxuries, take care of your little problem so that you don't eat your wife or child, and you get to have a happy little family.". Andy looked down at the ground for a while before looking at Wendy, the weight of the decision put more pressure on him than the two vampires holding the bar against his chest and pressing him into the wall.
"Well young Andy, what till it be?" Claudius asked as he held the contract out.
"I'll sign," he said defeated, "where's the pen?"
"We don't use pens in these cases." Claudius said as he held up Andy's left hand, "We use blood." he poked a needle into Andy's finger and watched him sign the contract, his signature messily scrawled on the parchment, "And now for you young lady, do you accept?". Wendy gave a small nod as managed to sign the contract, with the two names signed Claudius snapped his fingers and the two men let Andy go from the wall. " Now there are some more stipulations to the contract, the first being you are not allowed to kill any members of my kindred, the second being you will do what I say when I say, the third is that you will maintain your connections with the network and if I ask for information you will give it to me, and finally you will keep the Sword of Ra. Now as I said I am a kind and gentle man which makes me a kind and gentle master but I will not tolerate insubordination or any questioning of my lifestyle, Andy you are a werewolf which is already pushing it in the eyes of my kindred they want you dead just because you are what you are. However, the medallion you wear says that you are my property which is why it seemed to repel any other vampires. Its a small little trinket that helps prevent any other members of my kindred from destroying you where you stand, and your wife and your son and all of your offspring will get one to mark them as my property. If you do break the contract, you will meet the same fate as your parents."
Andy's heart sank and he simply looked at the vampire, "Okay, I already signed your contract, where's their medallions?"
"In this box," Claudius said as Brandon brought the box and gave it to Wendy, "I am smoothing things out after your attack on the Crooked House so expect punishment for that. Otherwise you and your family shall be taken care of. Now that the deal has been made, the names have been signed, and the amulets saying that you are my property have been given our current business is done. I will be with you in the near future to set up your income and your punishment as it is needed, for now enjoy your rest.". With the clap of his hands the two men in white grabbed the dead purifiers and carried them out of the door to an awaiting limo which had just arrived. Claudius followed them out and was followed by Brandon, who shut the door behind him.
"Well that was easier than expected sir." Brandon said.
"The man was defeated Brandon," Claudius said as he entered the back of the limo, "and he was worse off than his father. Our young friend Andy has made more enemies in his short career than most anybody I have known in my long unnatural life. I forgot, I need to make a call." he said as he pulled out a sleek cellphone.
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In Prague, Frederick had arrived at the Crooked House and the affects from the battle days before were still lingering around in the air. He had already been waiting an hour to speak with Cain before he was deemed unworthy to speak with him and was told to speak to someone else who would then relay the message. He had spoken to the liaison, "My master, Claudius Sylvanus has claimed the human known as Andy Bruss as his property. Andy has signed a contract willingly that prevents him from doing harm to any kindred, as the holder of the Sword of Ra this means that the ancient weapon has been nullified against our kind as the contract states that Andy must keep the weapon and promise to never use it. Master Claudius has ensured that two threats to our kind have been removed, and is willing to compensate for damages either monetarily or with land in his own possession. He wishes to breed the humans in order to create a new tool for our kind in the near future, and he thought it would be interesting for Cain to know that a lycan has been enslaved to serve us in the process." the message had been. Frederick had delivered it verbatim to what he considered a secretary for Cain, and awaited his response to deliver it to his master. After waiting for over four hours for a response the other appeared with a written note, the note called for 500 million dollars, all of Claudius's landholdings in Asia, and of course for 100 lashes to be delivered to Andy's back once a month, every month, for 50 years. It would be a large cost for Claudius, but one that he accepted.
Andy and his family would forever be property belonging to Claudius and would do his bidding for as long as they existed. Andy didn't know how much pain it would end up causing him and Wendy, but they made the decision in the same way that his parent's had. They thought it would be the best way to keep their son and any future children safe.
Chowderhead wrote:I'm very surprised that Andy hasn't offed himself.
He's not like a lot of the others, he has a family to live for. I think Ryan is the only one in a similar situation, oh and Ghosty, Andy is going to beat the hell out of Ryan in the next Blood Moon. This one was just a delay in the inevitable ass-whoopin.
Man, I'm going to have a hard time making Andy's life even worse. Looks like I've got my work cut out for me. Spiffy RP, by the way. Some of your finest work to date. I suppose I ought to do an epilogue of my own.
This was a fun RP, I wish I posted more but I think with the next one I will try and put far more effort. I guess I was starting to have stuff going with Sven but he died and I really didn't like Bjorn, he was kind of rushed out so I can have another character.
Berserksteve wrote:This was a fun RP, I wish I posted more but I think with the next one I will try and put far more effort. I guess I was starting to have stuff going with Sven but he died and I really didn't like Bjorn, he was kind of rushed out so I can have another character.
I know, and I feel for you Beserk. Your first character in this RP and he died halfway through so he couldn't really be developed and any other character introduced wouldn't have enough time.
Father Nakizy was trapped within his own flesh, made a puppet by a being who called itself a Seraph. Nakizy had welcomed the possessing spirit, 'Zariel', with open arms, overjoyed to be so filled with the power of Christ. As Zariel seized the reins of his very soul, the cruel jest was revealed. Zariel was no archangel, but a servant of the Dragon. Without knowing it, Nakizy had sold his soul to the Lord of Lies, and for what? Nothing. His god had abandoned him in his greatest hour of need. The demon laughed at the priest's feeble efforts to regain control, wracking his mind with horrible, crippling pain, rendering the Father a mewling wreck until Zariel chose to restore him. Nakizy wished desperately for some release, especially if it meant his own death. The things the creature had worked through him were too terrible for the old, frail priest to live with. No, better he die. As the militants of the Six Fingered Hand trekked back to their camp, Nakizy felt another presence, not that of the demon, not malevolent, but warm and golden. Zariel felt it as well, and tensed, as if readying itself. Then the presence collided with the demon with the force of an ethereal sledgehammer, ripping into Nakizy's mind and tearing down the defenses Zariel had placed within like tissue paper. The demon railed against the assault, twisting and desperately attempting to escape the attacking spirit. Suddenly, the priest could see clearly the battle that raged within his broken mind. A figure of roiling shadows made war against a spirit of radiant blue and golden light, streams of energy sent screaming towards one another with the flick of a wrist. The priest instinctively knew the names of the two beings who dueled inside his head, as if he were watching their very souls do battle, and perhaps he was. The creature of shadow was not Zariel, the name being yet another lie in the web that had trapped Nakizy, yet with its soul laid bare, its true name was revealed. Pontius of House Brutii traded magickal blows with the departed spirit of the one once known on the mortal plane as Sven, a sorcerer of both great power and noble purpose. Pontius was nearly overtaken by the surprise attack, and his spirit was beginning to fray under the relentless font of power Sven was pouring into him. Sven's eyes were lit with blue fire, showing that he no longer clove to the mortal realm, nor its restraints on his magickal potential. Pontius cried out as his shield of crimson splintered and cracked, and the golden beam that extended from Sven's spirit caught him in the chest, sending him hurtling backwards.
"Begone, foul thing, depart from the flesh of this man so that he be freed. Remain at your peril."
Pontius' face twisted into an ugly snarl before his form seemed to bleed into the surrounding nothingness, until he vanished, leaving the mind of Father Nakizy for good. Sven looked to the sky, his body stretching into a brilliant spear of light which shot upwards into realms beyond, leaving the domain of mortals forever. Nakizy wept with joy, he was free. Finally free. Drawing the silver dagger from his side, Father Nakizy jammed it into the side of his head, puncturing the brain, and causing his skull to weep blood like a faucet. The Purifiers cried out in surprise and horror at the spectacle, and many called his name as he fell to the earth with a heavy thud, the golden crucifix slipping from nerveless fingers. Blood trickled from his mouth, feeding the thirsty earth beneath him. The Purifiers were at a loss to explain the soft smile upon the dead priest's face.
For all the things that Sven was not in this game he sure did kick a lot of ass...
Like I sad, though Sven and Bjorn didn't say much, both were deeply contiplative...much going on under the surface...and yeah, whenever it came time to " get down"..both stomped ass hard.
Chowderhead wrote:Will Blood Moon III be during or after Astrum?
Going to have to work out the details with Mordo...will let you all know.
Can you guess on when BL3 will have a planning thread up?
I have no idea at all when BL3 will have a planning thread up...BM3 however should have one up this week...
Damn! I fell for a typo! I have dishonored my family and my clan! I will redeem myself!
*Chowder lops off his own head*
Naw, don't do all that... ...
But yeah man...look for a planning (plotting) thread near the middle of next week...
FITZZ, you can't talk to me, as I have no head. Do you see the flaws in your logic? God!
See, there you go again...assuming that somehow the "rules" or " Normality" apply to me...If I want to talk with a headless corpse...then not only will I chit chat with the body...but I just might consider wearing the head as a hat..
FITZZ, promise me you'll start seeing a psych before BM3, OK?
I've seen two...they were both delicious....besides sanity would wreck my creativity.
Hurrah creative psychosis! You know what, I love you guys; Fitzz, Mordoskul, sillyboy, aurelia, morathi's darkest sin, ineptus astartes, beserksteve, chowderhead, kais, and darksage. You guys are the best.
FITZZ, promise me you'll start seeing a psych before BM3, OK?
I've seen two...they were both delicious....besides sanity would wreck my creativity.
... I have to agree with you. I have Cyclothymia, a mild form of bipolar disorder. When I'm feeling depressed, I don't write, I mull over thoughts, and stamp them all out. Then, when I'm happy, I unwrinkle the thoughts and go, "Hey, this isn't so bad!" Post it, and feel good. Then, when I'm sad, BAM! I think the post is dreadful, and decide I need new ideas. I think of them, stamp them out, etc, etc.
halonachos wrote:Hurrah creative psychosis! You know what, I love you guys; Fitzz, Mordoskul, sillyboy, aurelia, morathi's darkest sin, ineptus astartes, beserksteve, chowderhead, kais, and darksage. You guys are the best.
-sits with ghosty in the corner grumbling about being forgotten-
@ Chowder...yep. in fact one of my epilogues concerned a new character...
halonachos wrote:Hurrah creative psychosis! You know what, I love you guys; Fitzz, Mordoskul, sillyboy, aurelia, morathi's darkest sin, ineptus astartes, beserksteve, chowderhead, kais, and darksage. You guys are the best.
-sits with ghosty in the corner grumbling about being forgotten-
@ Chowder...yep. in fact one of my epilogues concerned a new character...
I was so busy remembering to forget Ghosty on purpose that I forgot you by accident, I feel bad now.
FITZZ wrote: And we love you to Nachos...now...buy me a new keyboard.
Sorry, I spent my money already on stuff that I could do things with. By that I mean I bought an expensive piece of wood and metal that can make other bits of metal come from it at over 100 feet per second.
FITZZ wrote: And we love you to Nachos...now...buy me a new keyboard.
Sorry, I spent my money already on stuff that I could do things with. By that I mean I bought an expensive piece of wood and metal that can make other bits of metal come from it at over 100 feet per second.
FITZZ wrote: And we love you to Nachos...now...buy me a new keyboard.
Sorry, I spent my money already on stuff that I could do things with. By that I mean I bought an expensive piece of wood and metal that can make other bits of metal come from it at over 100 feet per second.
...And that my friend is money well spent...
I know, it even came with a nice pointy part of metal attached to the side!
I think it would be interesting if Whitlow returned not as a werewolf, but as a revenant, an undead spirit cursed to wander the mortal plan until it kills its killer.
Mordoskul wrote:I think it would be interesting if Whitlow returned not as a werewolf, but as a revenant, an undead spirit cursed to wander the mortal plan until it kills its killer.
Heh...that's not the original Whitlow...his name was Cody and he's long gone...
That's funny Mordo because I had this plan for if Harlow were to die that he would be doing the same exact thing at the side of my new character who would now be my PC...but Harlow lived so i had to go with plan B...
Chowderhead wrote:Yours. You should have put it in bold, and made sure that everyone knew that exposition was happening.
Aw, but Chowder that would require me standing out from the crowd, something as both a loner and a wolf, Harlow would try not to do...
I blame ADHD/ADD...
But you're not Har-
Wait a second.
Warork is as much Harlow as Chowder is a homicidal maniac who's news coverage is interrupted by a kitten carnival catastrophe, I was originally going to have those all be K's but realized what it would make.
WARORK93 wrote:For some reason I always get the vibe that the vampires win at everything...but that may be because I think about Halo's posts too much...
Kill vampire lord at the cost of friends, humanity, hand and wife...
Turn around, another Vampire Lord forces me into eternal slavery...
Mordoskul wrote:For some reason I always get the vibe that the vampires win at everything...but that may be because I think about Halo's posts too much...
Kill vampire lord at the cost of friends, humanity, hand and wife...
Turn around, another Vampire Lord forces me into eternal slavery...
JUST AS PLANNED.
Poor humans...when will they learn?
I doubt they ever will, the Cattle can be so thick sometimes.
Mordoskul wrote:For some reason I always get the vibe that the vampires win at everything...but that may be because I think about Halo's posts too much...
Kill vampire lord at the cost of friends, humanity, hand and wife...
Turn around, another Vampire Lord forces me into eternal slavery...
JUST AS PLANNED.
Poor humans...when will they learn?
I doubt they ever will, the Cattle can be so thick sometimes.
Joker had said his goodbyes to the rest of the Hunters and headed home to see his father. He missed the familiar sight of the Vegas lights at night. When Joker got off the plane in Vegas he glanced around and found two men in the crowd wearing black suits and sun glasses waiting for him with a large sign with the name Joker written on it in large crude letters. The men rushed over to Joker to get his bags for him and carry them to the sleek black car parked on the curb.
"What are your names?" Joker asked the man who was holding the sign as he cleared a seat for Joker in the back.
"I'm Three Of Clubs sir," The pale man stated as he held open the door for Joker. Waiting for him to take up the seat so they could bring him to the King. "And the man with the goatee putting your things in the trunk is Pawn."
"Thank you both I appreciate the pick up. Why do I have an escort though? Am I in some danger?" Joker asked cautiously.
"You've been away from home too long sir. An organization called the Black Serpents have made a habit of killing high ranking members of the King. They killed the Queen to send us a message and have continued killing our operatives. We don't know if they had any knowledge of you coming but the King didn't want to take any chances." Clubs explained.
"Well, they don't know who they decided to feth with. Thank you for the guard then." Joker said as he took his seat in the back. Three Of Clubs circled around to the other side of the car and sat next to Joker, Pawn took the drivers seat and revved the engine.
Rain started to pour so hard on the way to the strip it was difficult for the wipers to clear it all off the wind shield. Joker stared out the window admiring the signs of stores and clubs that became more frequent as they neared the strip. The car whipped around the corner.
"We're about ten minutes from the strip sir." Pawn said looking back at them in the rear view mirror. "I guess there won't be-" He was cut off by the crack of a rifle as they sped down the street the tire blew out and the car flipped over and the metal seemed to screech as it gridded against the pavement.
It seemed like someone had turned the sound down as things started coming back to him slowly. He heard Clubs yelling at him. "We need to move now sir. I'm going to break open the window follow me out into ally way across from here. Joker felt dazed and noticed a stream of blood coming from the right side of his head. He nodded at Clubs and realized if he didn't get his head straight he would be casualty in a war he knew nothing about. Clubs kicked out the window and they both crawled out through the broken glass.and dashed for the ally. Joker glanced back as they sprinted he saw Pawn close behind them and a group of men with guns dressed in leather jackets with snakes on them pursuing out of the opposite ally way. They walked right into a trap.
"Quick though here!" Clubs yelled kicking open a door into an apartment building. Bullets tore down the ally way ripping into brick and soaring right by them. One bullet found its mark hitting Pawn in the back of the head spreading a wave of his blood and gore onto the wall next to him. "gak!" Joker yelled as they continued up the stairs.
"I'll hold them off here." Clubs said as he turned to Joker, "I can kill any who come through the door." He said as he crouched and aimed his shotgun at the door from the stairs. "Get out of here now!" As Joker made his way up the stairs he heard multiple shotgun shots but what carried even more than the gun shots was the voice of his new friend screaming as bullets tore through him.
I have to get out of here he thought to himself as he scanned the roof desperate for a way out. He ran to the end of the edge to see how far the jump would be, too far, but it was his only shot. He turned around to see the nothing but the barrel of a pistol in his face.
"End of the line." The bulky man with the pistol muttered as he pressed it against joker's forehead. "Any last requests or regrets?"
"Well," Joker paused as he thought for a moment. "I should have been an accountant."
"I like killing the Kings men. It feels good to erase you pieces of gak from existence." The man pulled the trigger, but no loud bang sounded from the pistol, only a click and the sound of his gun jamming. The man just sat there in disbelief for a second, a second was all Joker needed. He threw himself forward with all of the force he had and crashed into the man tackling him to the ground. The two wrestled on the ground for a minute throwing punches back and forth between the two of them. Joker rose to his feet and stood right next to the edge. The man growled at Joker as he charged him blood foaming from the corner of his mouth. Joker ducked under the punch and used to opportunity hitting the man as hard as he could. The Black serpent recoiled a bit too far and feel from the roof to his death in the ally.
"So much for a break." Joker said to himself as he sat against the wall thinking about how much more death there would be before any of this would be over.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Great work guys, but Fitzz, if it is alright I plan on doing my RP later tomorrow, as today I am on my way back to boarding school...
Scarlett glanced at Nero as she walked slowly up alongside him, the brisk night air felt cool against the skin, and Nero looked toward her while silently puffing away at a cigarette. He rolled it around in the corner of his mouth and than spat it to the floor. Scarlett had been with Lillith for almost three hours, Nero had heard plenty of things echo from that room, he was not entirely sure if pleasure or pain had been Scarlett's agenda, but it was best not to ponder on it, hence why he had come out to the silence of the night sky.
"Maybe not as planned, but it worked out well." He offered.
She allowed a slight smile and stopped to stand alongside him, taking a moment to look at the heavy moon descending towards the horizon, it would be Dawn soon.
"How is she?" Nero asked.
"Victoria?"
He looked at her again, tying to hide the smile as he watched the sky sparkle under the weight of the stars above them.
"Is that what you are calling her now?"
"Lillith is a name we'd best keep to ourselves for the time being, besides she seems to like it." Scarlett grinned broadly as she considered something in her mind.
Nero chuckled.
"I don't want to know, well ...maybe a little."
Scarlett blushed as she folded her arms.
"Maybe another time." She muttered to herself, but loud enough for him to hear.
He glanced at her, her soft skin, pale in the moonlight reflecting the lucid light. He closed his eyes and concentrated, his hand shifted and twisted into a long slender tendril and fell quietly to the floor. Then without moving his body, it slithered down along the floor like a snake and wrapped up Scarletts leg causing her to glance down suddenly, then to him with a grin as it twisted around her thigh, up past her waist and around her neck, stopping to kiss the flesh above one of her veins, a dribble of blood rolling away for a miniscule mouth.
"New tricks?" She gasped.
"It's amazing what we can do when we put our minds to it." He said, not looking as her blood passed into him, the buzz of drinking another Kindreds blood as strong as the first night she had let him. For a moment they stood in silence enjoying the moment, then Scarlett glanced back to him a slightly more serious look crossing her features.
"We need to leave for New York as soon as night falls tonight."
Nero nodded, with a thought the tendril withdrew and quickly pulled back up reforming into his fingers.
"I can feel it as well, its distant, but its there."
Scarlett was distracted as a shooting star split through the heavens, and she looked back toward Nero, noticing he too was staring at it.
"There will be dark times ahead, they will fight us all the way." He said looking back at her.
"So it was before, it will be again." The voice inside had echoed the statement, Scarlett agreed with it. "I have lost enough, for the first time I am winning in this accursed world, and I intend for that to continue. Let them come and we will fight them till they join us or they lay broken." She stated coldly.
Nero continued looking up but a smile passed on his lips.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
Scarlett grinned and both of them paused to gaze at the fading stars, the red depth of the horizon creeping upward, as they waited for as long as they dared and then vanished back within the Blackrook.
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I'd like to add to the voices saying this was a great RP, thanks to FITZZ and Mord for that one, and in general everyone for coming up with some nice and interesting ideas. Hope to see folks in BM3.
Weakness; how she hated it, despised it, most of all when it came from within herself. Slamming her banadaged right hand into the side of Volk's head had made her feel better, sure, but it didn't make her any less pathetic. The muffled whimpers of the wolf cowering at her feet, coupled with the fact her hand now, once again, hurt like hell, only served to make her more angry. Erzuli glanced at a jar on the shelp next to her, she picked it up, remembering when she filled it with its current contents, three years previous. She sneered, looking down at the poor creature who was now the subject of all her frustration. Leaning down, she screamed into the lanky brown wolf's ear.
"This..." she waved the jar in front of his muzzle, "...was all your fault, you worthless... thing! You were the one who wouldn't stop... talking! YOU were the one who nearly revealed this... the work I have strived so hard to keep hidden from him all these years! You nearly ruined it all and even though you were punished you still keep whining! You think you are the only one with trouble?"
Volk cringed, shivering and leaning against her leg. He let out another choked whimper and rolled onto his back, the chain attached to the collar around his neck trailing down his belly and attaching to the huge engine block at the edge of the room. His was tail slung between his legs in utter submission, which considering he would have towered above her human form at his near eight foot height, simply served to make him look more pathetic. Normally, this gesture softened her rage towards him and he would get his 'treat'. He glanced across the room to the freezer in the opposite corner of the room hopefully.
"Pathetic beast..."
She smashed the jar down onto his head, causing shards of glass to punture through fur to skin from his forehead to his neck. He let out a gargled attempt at a yelp and scratched at the shards, franticly pulling at them as the spilt liquid from the jar inflicted a vicious burning sensation into the wounds. A bloated, preserved tongue flopped to the floor next to his head. Erzuli looked down at her hand, a stinging sensation coming from its palm, she turned it over to see a shard of glass sticking out of her palm. Now both of her hands were injured and this new wound hurt all the more for the alcohol leeching into it from the jar. She yanked it out and shifted to her Lycan form, howling in anger. Leaning down over Volk, she grabbed the tongue from the floor, yanked the wolf's mouth open and shoved the organ from whence it had came.
"Stop.... whining!!! You can't even... whine properly... anymore!" Ripping her claws along his belly she stormed off towards the stairs, willing herself not to loose herself and kill him in yet another show of weakness. She bounded up the stairs and out onto the porch, followed by the sound of violent choking; she chose not to look back.
Wiping the tears from her once again human eyes, Erzuli sat on the porch steps, sulking and pining. Why had she trusted Vilem's word? No other man had ever simply told her the truth before, why would one start now? Why was she even crying about it? Looking at her hands she shook her head: both were healed now but her right bore deep scars from where Danica's fangs had nearly severed three of her fingers; all for him. Because of the fact he had lied about not having been with that Viking... whore. She growled to herself; she had 'won' that fight but what exactly had she achieved? Nothing except doubts and a building hatred for her own emotions. She loved him. She'd never loved anything else before this and the weakness she felt was ripping her apart.
A crash from within the basement caught her attention and pulled her thoughts from Vilem, much to her own relief. She rose and wandered back into the house, muttering about having to listen to Volk's whines again. Decending the steps into the basement she was greeted by a sight which took her by surprize. The thin wolf was on his back thrashing about violently on the floor of the basement, clawing at his neck one moment and seemingly unable to control his movements the next. The rasping hack that erupted from his throat, followed by a violent gasp of air brought her to an inconvinient conclusion. He was having a seizure.
"The tongue... damn." She shifted and walked towards him with a half sigh/growl.
(pinned on the wall of the room one week later)
Test 425 - Subject 7 - 'Volk', 30th November
Due to carelessness the subject has developed severe hallucinations, paranoia and is unable to communicate at an adult level. Have increased doseage of the Quietus compound, Gaagii has been quite helpful in aiding its creation... the blood/plasma infusion is having quite intriguing effects. Must explore it further...
(Present day)
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..."
Erzuli froze as she reached towards a gaping wound on Jarin's chest; she knew where the feminine voice had come from but did not recognise it. Glancing to her left she could see an eerily familiar ghostly woman, dressed in the finest clothes. She noted that suddenly Anya was by her side and the girl was watching the ghost intently, eyes aglow. The Pure Blood's voice came only as a whisper.
"Excellent!" Squealed the ghost, excitedly. She moved through Jarin to Erzuli and faded into the wolf's body. Erzuli could feel the Blood Countess in her head. "I knew I sensed a kindred spirit in you... the way you used my needle was so, exilarating! Now... have you dealt much in combinations of spirit and blood?"
"That worked better than I theorised." Mused the ghost, rubbing a finger over her lips, looking at the lovers kissing with an undisguised hunger.
Erzuli pulled back from Jarin, smiling and just letting her relief at his survival wash over her. He smiled back at her and she saw what had become of his wounds. The small cuts and bruises were fading quickly and the formerly burning gashes caused by the blood of the, thing that had attacked them all were also healing, but he would have pale scars on each. She touched his face and gasped, the iris on his left eye had changed to a deep, blood red.
Nice work there, Mr. and Mrs. Sin. It seems I have a war of extermination to wage against the Blood in the next game, I have no doubt that you will be a worthy opponent.
Mordoskul wrote:Nice work there, Mr. and Mrs. Sin. It seems I have a war of extermination to wage against the Blood in the next game, I have no doubt that you will be a worthy opponent.
So thats before or after MDS and I try to kill each other?
Ryan snapped back out of his reflection, and looked down on the ground. He had found himself standing where he had been earlier in the battle, where he had stood toe to toe with the Patriarch of the terrible Opriknikki and won. The ground was stained black with his terrible blood, and the grass had wilted and died where the tainted substances had burned. Ryan looked around the carnage, until his eyes finally settled on what he was looking for. Ivans body had yet to be moved, and he still lay where he had fallen, his huge black armor opened up at the side like a tin of sardines, and tattered flesh lay ribboned at the great chasm like hole. He stared up blankly at the sky, his face still contorted into a vision of grotesque hatred, but his eyes were devoid of all emotion, glazed over and blank. Ryan approached cautiously, fully aware that Vampires were a bitch to kill. Some would go down, only to sit back up again several hours later. Ivan still lay motionless even as Ryans heavy breaths exhaled directly on his face. With a last look at Ivans face, he reached into the mouth; far too wide for a normal head, and he began to twist an Incisor free. It came out with a wet tear, and foamed with gore as Ryan brought it up for inspection. Grotesque, was not the word for it. Unlike the delicate hollow fangs of the Julii, this was huge, and triangular, like a great wedge. Ryan whistled with admiration, and pocketed it for later. In the distance, a harsh shriek of pain erupted, and Ryan turned to observe a vampire, blazing like a torch, stagger free from the pyre, and flail around blindly, as his flesh sloughed from his face. A grim looking Werewolf, blackened from the greasy soot that stuck defiantly to any surface it touched, stepped forward, a long pike of sorts in hand. He skewered the vampire deftly in the chest, a cruel looking hook on the tip of the polearm secured in the flesh just above the Vampires shoulder blade. Then, with a grunt of exertion, he lifted the burning Leech off the floor, and held it in the flames where it writhed in it's golden inferno. Several other wolves approached to watch, and Ryan head, distinctly, one of them mention 'roasting marshmallows'. With a sigh, he turned back to the fallen opponent, and smiled briefly. He stepped forward, and with legs braced, he began to drag the dead weight of Ivan toward the blazing heat of the pyre...
As the trio moved through the mansion, they stayed in collective silence. In the minutes since the battle, Ryan had checked over his son completely for any sign of injury, and after he was apparently satisfied, he thanked both Nelson and Sansa in turn. They then explained to him what had occurred after he had left, and how Rawhide still lived. Ryan looked at them with worry when they mentioned thus, but whatever he had been thinking, he did not voice his concern. After that, conversation died, until the trio had broken back outside, into the ruddy dawn. After a few moments of contemplative silence, Nelson spoke up, to gauge the mood Ryan was in. Sansa remained quiet, and she looked upon Ryan with a fresh perspective. He was no longer just the father of the pureblood, of which all their hopes and dreams lay upon, he was much more. Now, she truly saw him as the leader of the Blackclaw. Rumour had spread faster than the fire that had threatened to consume the house, and knowledge of his actions against the vampire hierarchy had shocked everyone.
"I heard you brought down Ivan the Terrible with your bare hands, and ate his heart whilst it still beat in his chest? And that you plucked the windpipe from Caines very throat?" Nelson said almost wistfully. "Is it true?"
Ryan nodded, but he was distracted. Little Cass was pawing at Ryans arm with little hands, squeezing at the bare flesh inquisitively. Tiny pinpricks of blood seeped from where his claws punctured the skin, but Ryan didn't mind, he was just so happy his son was fine.
"Friend of yours?" Sansa suddenly said, her voice cautious, but quiet, not wanting to completely derail Ryan from the calm he was experiencing. He looked up, and little Cass turned with his saucer eyes, in the direction of a women, with dry, matted blue hair. Holly was climbing up the steps of the Mansion, and Ryan smiled. With a laugh of sudden delight, he jogged over to her, crossing the distance with a few strides. Cass yapped happily, and found himself in a loving embrace between his father, and someone he had never truly met.
Holly looked up at Ryan with a happy smile, and then down to Cass, who was squirming in Ryans arms.
"And whose this?"
"Holly, I'd love for you to meet someone properly. He's been dying to meet you..." Ryan replied, handing his child over to Holly, who held the little pup gently, her face content.
At the stop of the flight of stairs, Nelson put his arm around Sansa, and they looked down on the three.
"They make a good couple." Nelson commented.
Sansa nodded, and together, they moved down the steps toward the couple...
OOC: The final part will be soon. Just wrapping everything up.
ghosty wrote:
"Holly, I'd love for you to meet someone properly. He's been dying to meet you..." Ryan replied, handing his child over to Holly, who held the little pup gently, her face content.
At the stop of the flight of stairs, Nelson put his arm around Sansa, and they looked down on the three.
"They make a good couple." Nelson commented.
Sansa nodded, and together, they moved down the steps toward the couple...
D'awww, such a cute couple... Mordo, you have work to do.
ghosty wrote:
"Holly, I'd love for you to meet someone properly. He's been dying to meet you..." Ryan replied, handing his child over to Holly, who held the little pup gently, her face content.
At the stop of the flight of stairs, Nelson put his arm around Sansa, and they looked down on the three.
"They make a good couple." Nelson commented.
Sansa nodded, and together, they moved down the steps toward the couple...
D'awww, such a cute couple... Mordo, you have work to do.
ghosty wrote:Incidently. Yes Nachos, try and get the attention on Ryan. He'll just remember Andy and go for him again. Or his kid.
I actually want to go for the kid now.
Andy vs Ryan, this one's for the kiddies.
...Considering Andy's Families leagthy connection with Vampires, and the " New Deal" Andy has agreed to...I can see the Bruss family figuring highly as wolf targets..
ghosty wrote:Incidently. Yes Nachos, try and get the attention on Ryan. He'll just remember Andy and go for him again. Or his kid.
I actually want to go for the kid now.
Andy vs Ryan, this one's for the kiddies.
...Considering Andy's Families leagthy connection with Vampires, and the " New Deal" Andy has agreed to...I can see the Bruss family figuring highly as wolf targets..
Well you know me Fitzz, I can't do an RP unless I have someone trying to kill my character.
The huge carcass of Ivan blazed like a comet upon the pyre, and a half dozen wolves gathered from around to watch, forsaking the jobs they had been given for a few moments whilst they watched it turn to ash. A couple of the Blackclaw approached Ryan during the blaze, and requested he came with them, saying it was more important than they could dare say in the presence of the others. Frowning, Ryan followed his feet padding silently behind the two huge wolves leading the way. The mansion was being quickly abandoned, Ryan noticed, very little was being left, and a convoy of huge trucks and Lorries had pulled up, and even now were being crammed with the possessions. The Blackclaw led him to a single body on the field of battle. Most of the corpses were on the pyres by now, only few remained. Ryan recognized Ivan instantly, his body taken apart so gruesomely. It was a terrible sight to behold, torn in half and headless, but the body had been bound together as best it could be, and the head was placed on his chest. The pair of Blackclaw who had led him wordlessly walked over to the body, and helped a second pair lift the corpse onto their shoulders. It was like a macabre version of a funeral, and Ryan followed in the procession behind as the four wolves made their way toward the blazing pyre...
Ryan left Holly standing with Sansa and Nelson, who had greeted her with more warmth than they had first greeted him, and trusted her with Cass, who had taken to her like a fish to water. She was all smiles and giggles, and played with Cass, doting her love on him as if she were his mother. Star... Ryan struggled with the notion. He had planned to get his son and take him to her in exchange for himself when he had first made his way to the mansion, a life for a life, but.. things had changed, and Ryan found himself now a leader, and a hero. Worse still, Natasha had told him such things about Star that he could not have believed, but they had been said with such clear conviction... Did she care at all about Cass? Star had never shown the same affection Holly had given him in the first 30 seconds of meeting, in the entire time they had spent together. It was perplexing... Ryan felt she would return, it wouldn't end here...
But Ryan felt no sorrow over his actions, which confused him until it became apparent that he had never felt anything for her other than concern for Cass needing a mother. He knew he had to address this problem, and that simply running away from her was not going to cure it. But Ryan didn't want, no, didn't need to deal with it. A very dark thought entered his mind, and Ryan let the darkness inside him bloom like a flower...
Mordoskul wrote:Never tried to ruin a lupine's life before, it should be a new and interesting experience. I'm sure Ghosty will make a worthy foe.
Take away his milkbones.
I wonder if Ryan will get close to killing Pontius, it seems like this RP is all about humans getting screwed over, wolves slaughtering people, vampires being sneaky, and people trying to kill Pontius.
Mordoskul wrote:Never tried to ruin a lupine's life before, it should be a new and interesting experience. I'm sure Ghosty will make a worthy foe.
Take away his milkbones.
I wonder if Ryan will get close to killing Pontius, it seems like this RP is all about humans getting screwed over, wolves slaughtering people, vampires being sneaky, and people trying to kill Pontius.
Natures of the various "Beast"...
Humans ( Hunters) are in many ways fighting an uphill battle...throwing their fragile mortal bodies and minds at creatures who have exsited for centuries ( or longer)...so naturaly they get screwed a lot...even a small victory is an amazing feat for a human..
Wolves , well...they are more attuned with Nature...fight..survive..so yeah...ripping enemies to shreds goes with the program...
And of course Vampires are the ultament "string pullers"...plots with in plans and plans within plots dictate the most sucessful of their kind...
...and Pontius...dear Pontius...well...he just seems to attract a lot of ...bad feelings.
With a grunt of acceptance, Ryan looked around, until his eyes alit upon who he was looking for. The shape of Davin, unmistakable at any distance, was directing a series of lesser wolves in the moving of the wounded. He jogged over to the now second in command, who turned to greet him. The Monstrous Blackclaw was easily taller than him, and stared down his nose to Ryan with a look of begrudging acceptance. He looked every bit the leader, rippling with sinew and musculature. He bore the scar that all the 'claw had on his cheek, a vicious slash. Next to him, Ryan felt he couldn't compete, and that in a fair fight for leadership over the pack, Ryan would be torn apart. But then again, none of the wolves at the mansion had truly believed Ryan would have been able to stand toe to toe against the vampires he had. Either way, it was imperative that he bent his potential competition to his will, and what better way to test how Davin would react to his dominance than the task he had planned.
"Ivans Bane." The huge wolf growled, before he turned to look straight at Ryan. "What can I do for you."
Ryan took a deep breath, and, eyes fixed on Davins, he spoke with a voice of authority. "I need something from you Davin. A mission, if you will. It'll require the two Blackclaw you trust not to fail."
"We never fail." Davin replied dismissively.
"Indeed. Choose wisely, there can be no mistakes, and you can never talk of this event to anyone, unless the Queen, or myself ever explicitly says otherwise. And believe me, we won't."
Davins eyes narrowed. "What is so cloak and dagger that requires such secrecy?"
Ryan licked his lips, and smiled.
Star sat quietly on a fallen log in the craggy ravine she and Ryan had traveled through to reach his pack, something that seemed like an eternity ago, yet it could only have been a couple of hours. The ground was verdant green, the little brook of water babbled quietly, and the trees sighed above her. This was where Ryan had told her to wait for him. He had said he would return with his son before the break of dawn, but the sun had already risen, and the hours had ticked past. She yearned for her little son, Cass in her arms, and hoped dearly he was okay. No doubt Ryan would retrieve him, she never doubted that for a second. He was so brave, and cared for his son so much. Ryan would get him, yes, that's what he would do. Any second now. A quiet sound of a twig snapping above her just above the ravine made her heart flutter with excitement. No doubt that was him right now. However, her elation quickly faded. It wasn't Ryan, it was someone else. A wolf, who smelt distinctly of blood and sweat. Star felt her heckles rise, and got to her feet cautiously, as quiet as she could. At least the mossy ground made her footfalls silent. Ryan would come, he would come and tear the wolf above her in half. He said he'd be here any second... A second wolf was moving down the Ravine at one end, so she only had one route open to her. It was still empty, and so, keeping under the overhang so that the wolf above wouldn't see her, she crept silently along, trying to break away. If worse came to worse, Star could fight, but she didn't think her chances fared well against a pair of wolves. As she neared the exit of the Ravine, and felt the ground begin it's shallow incline, she spotted the third wolf, far before she had smelt him. He had been upwind of her the entire time, and was leaning against a tree nonchalantly, waiting for her. Behind her, a low growl was emitted, and she knew the other wolf in the ravine had caught up with her. A further sound, this time a cough, from above, which, when she span to look up, revealed a wolf who was sitting in the branches of a tree, a cruel smile on his lips. The trio had cut any chance of escape off. Star growled, but she was frightened. How had they found her, she had been so careful to cover her tracks. Where was Ryan?! He would be here any minute and chase away the trio, he'd save her in a blaze of glory.
Davin said, with malice "Good morning, Princess."
Star shivered, and looked around desperately for her knight in shining armour to swoop in. But Ryan was nowhere to be seen. A pair of rough, strong hands grabbed her arms, and brusquely shoved them behind her back. With a yell, Star thrashed out, trying to resist the wolf that had grabbed her from behind, but it was no use. Thick rope bonds were tied around her hands, and she was pushed to her knees. The wolf in the tree laughed at her misfortune, as he picked at his teeth with a short dagger. Realising the predicament she was in, she became desperate.
"Please, let me go, I have a son..."
"I know." Davin said firmly.
"He needs his mother. Don't let him grow up without me, he won't cope."
"The pup survived the Rawhide, he doesn't need a washed up excuse of a Lycan fussing over him."
"Please, let me go." Star pleaded. "I'll give myself to you willingly, just let me go." She began to sob, her head darting left and right, looking for an exit, or Ryan, but there was none, and he wasn't there.
The wolf in the tree laughed. "We'll have you anyway, there aint nothing you can do."
Davin barked suddenly, with savagery, making the tree perched Blackclaw almost lose his footing.
"No, we won't, we'll get this over with quickly. We're moving soon and I don't want to end up stuck in one of the troop transporters with the runty mongrels." Davin remarked, and his hand went into his jacket pocket, withdrawing a pistol. It was nondescript, very standard. It had no adornment, dull grey, a tool, nothing more. Davin looked at it for a moment, and then walked slowly towards Star. She was weeping by now, and fighting against her bonds. The other Blackclaw had moved away, and were watching with casual interest. As Davin approached, she looked up pleadingly into his uncaring eyes, but she saw no remorse over what he was about to do. And so finally her eyes fell upon the gun, the simple pistol, and recognition suddenly overcame her.
"That's Ryans." She said with a strangled gasp.
"Who do you think told us to come here." Davin growled, and before she could scream, or make any sort of response, other than the sudden widening of her eyes, he had placed the barrel under her jaw, and without a moments hesitation, fired. The silver Bullet passed through the soft flesh of the bottom jaw, and up into her skull. It burrowed forwards through her brain matter, it's poison infecting and destroying her brain cells faster than any disease. The tip of the bullet spat out of her skull between the parting of her hair, leaving a neat hole.
Star stayed ridged for several seconds, her body held in it's position, convulsing slightly. A thin dribble of blood slipped for the hole, and streaked down her face, past her crossed eyes, and around the curve of her quivering mouth. And then, whatever held her body up finally gave way, and she fell, without grace, face first onto the floor. A small amount of liquidized brain matter slopped from the bullet wound and splattered onto the leaf mold. And like that, Star was no more. With a grunt of disrespect, Davin casually threw the Pistol onto Stars back, the barrel still smoking, the tip of the gun still warm, and turned away. Without a second glance, they began to make there way back to camp...
OOC: Guess that's the last post then. Everything is sorted out, and I suppose all that is left to say it that Ryan jumps in a jeep and drives off with everyone to wherever the next location is.
Anyway...I'm interested to see where the rlationship between Ryan and Harlow is headed in BM3 especially now that they are both on the same "team"
I'm seriously still trying to get my head around what ghosty's intention was when he shoved his NPCs at me and said "Hold these, I've got to go talk to my girlfriend." , not trying to say I was the only one in that situation but I have to admit it was a headscratcher...it provided plenty of ideas but because of that, this RP ended up in a completely different galaxy than what I expected...
So he did. Ugh, it fitted Davin so well, and a faceless wolf won't cut it. Worse still, I don't want to use Nelson, as he's too noble to do such a thing. I have a predicament and no mistake.
ghosty wrote:So he did. Ugh, it fitted Davin so well, and a faceless wolf won't cut it. Worse still, I don't want to use Nelson, as he's too noble to do such a thing. I have a predicament and no mistake.
Well you know what they say "If you want something done right you have to do it yourself..."
I love you Fitzz, have I ever said that? Like a brother I never had, who was born a couple of decades ahead of me, meaning logistically, when said parents had you, they were barely legal, and when they had me, it was almost menopause time. But regardless, I feel I may have lost sight of the point of this, but thanks Fitzz, your such a babe.
ghosty wrote:I love you Fitzz, have I ever said that? Like a brother I never had, who was born a couple of decades ahead of me, meaning logistically, when said parents had you, they were barely legal, and when they had me, it was almost menopause time. But regardless, I feel I may have lost sight of the point of this, but thanks Fitzz, your such a babe.
The affinity is mutual my friend..and you are very welcome.
... Natasha made her way through the ruined nursery, she'd seen the infant Pure Blood with his Father and his guards at the front of the Mansion, and knew him to be safe...now, only seeing to the well being of her sister was left undone..
She exited the Infants chamber through a massive hole in the wall, and in the rear of the yard found Erzuli and her young one , her sister locked in a pasionate kiss with her consort Jarin...
Natasha felt a wave of relife wash over her as she now knew Erzuli was alive and well...approaching the three she spoke...
" My sister...I am relieved to see you" The Queen smiled " Though I had a feeling you wold be well"
Erzuli stood, still mussing on her lovers eye and it's reminicents of her earlier visions..yet she turned and stared at Natasha...a pained expression crossing her weary face..
" Your eye.." Erzuli said seeing the horrible scar on Natasha's otherwise beautiful face"
" It is a small price to pay my love" Natasha said " Many of our kind have paid a much greater one this night"
. Erzuli glanced back towards Jarin...knowing he too had come so close to being numberd amongst those of whom Natasha spoke, she felt a chill run down her spine.
" Still..we survive" Natasha said embracing Erzuli " though there is much I still must share with you"
Erzuli nodded.." I had assumed as much."
Natasha glanced at Jarin, who was now standing near Amya, watching the two Pure Bloods speak...
" Commander" Natasha said " I would have a moment with My sister...alone..please...attend to the final details of ensuring our readiness to travel"
" At once My Queen" Jarin said " Come small one...assist me.." the big wolf said to Amya...who begrudginly followed him..
Natasha stared at Erzuli and sighed " What we endured tonight...is mearly the beginning.." she said " the first battle in an oncoming war"
" I have seen omens ...visions...I feel you are correct" Erzuli nodded..
" Indeed" Natasha said with a small smile " And I would wager that you sense..something beyond...looming towards us."
Erzuli simply nodded..
" I will explain much to you on our journey my sister" Natasha said " For now...you must know...the Leeches strike at us from a realm beyond our reach.."
" Beyond our..?" Erzuli began...but Natasha placed a finger on her lips.." All will be made known to you my love" the Queen said..." But know now...The Leech Kings throne...is not of this world."
The Two Pure Bloods stood holding each other for a moment..then slowly turned...walking away from the mansion, Natasha whispering dark secrets into the ear of her sister.
I didn't but I'm not surprised...in fact I put money on someone saying "Actually..."
so thanks for winning me a bet halo....
Now all I need to do is find a way to apply it to killing werewolves or vampires...
Easy. Harlow was granted, by the Kindred, the ability to lactate liquid silver out of his 6 foot wood stake nipples.
It could work, but that seems relatively tame for what I have in mind. I have time between BM2 and BM3 so you guys should probably watch out in the next one.
...Dear lord...I can't leave you lot alone for ten minutes can I... ...I start this RP with mayhem and carnage..and it closes with silver squirting wolf nips.
FITZZ wrote: ...Dear lord...I can't leave you lot alone for ten minutes can I... ...I start this RP with mayhem and carnage..and it closes with silver squirting wolf nips.
You remember when I recommended silver injections? I wasn't kidding...
Don't worry Fitzz...its just the circle of life...
FITZZ wrote: ...Dear lord...I can't leave you lot alone for ten minutes can I... ...I start this RP with mayhem and carnage..and it closes with silver squirting wolf nips.
You remember when I recommended silver injections? I wasn't kidding...
Don't worry Fitzz...its just the circle of life...
there I go making Lion King references again...
To be honest when you wrote "Someday all this will be yours..." I thought, "What, the curtains?".
FITZZ wrote: ...Dear lord...I can't leave you lot alone for ten minutes can I... ...I start this RP with mayhem and carnage..and it closes with silver squirting wolf nips.
You remember when I recommended silver injections? I wasn't kidding...
Don't worry Fitzz...its just the circle of life...
there I go making Lion King references again...
Cue the music and release the monkeys... Anyway pals and gals...I'm calling it a night...will have the final write ups closing this part of the story up tomorrow night...so if any of you have any final RPs you want to get in...I'd get them done.
FITZZ wrote: ...Dear lord...I can't leave you lot alone for ten minutes can I... ...I start this RP with mayhem and carnage..and it closes with silver squirting wolf nips.
Werewolf Wet T-Shirt Contest! I know how Pontius can ruin Ryan's life, take him down to Cancun during Spring Break, get him drunk, and get him on Werewolve's Gone Wild. His parents would be ashamed of them, if he didn't eat them that is.
It's hard to find photos with them in clothes. If I could post nudes, you would all have your eyes burned out in your sockets. Except for FITZZ, 'cause he's awesome.
Thanks WARORK, that means a lot to me. If this game is anything to go by, then the final Blood Moon will be the best yet. I think I should take time to thank FITZZ for allowing me to get away with all of my diabolical machinations, letting me work closely with you in forming the story. I would like to thank Halonachos for being so damn tenacious, you were the perfect nemesis for Pontius. I think we both sent more 
Although I would love to see Harlow in the final chapter, he has some great character development going on. On another, unrelated note, I miss Sven.
...Oh I'm so scared of two wolves and the wolf version of Caine...Bring it on...
Bro, that wasn't necessary.
...Me to man, it's like the icing on the cake...
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you guys...
