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Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Scrazza wrote:anyways, that means 6 players on the catholic side, me on the 'Satanic' side, Darkvoid yet to join ( I hope on my side.), and that makes it 6 vs 2, or 7 vs 1. Thats 8 players in total. And 8 players is the maximum.

so no more new players.



Ohh it's so so hard to resist being evil. But I must. The urge to kill zombies and demons is grater than the need to spawn them.. plus I spent 3 hours this morning (5-9ish AM) in my tent thinking up a character because it was raining (still is, will be all day. Still wish you were on that British holiday, FITZZ? ).

Here's my character

Name: Ricky McNeil
Age: 25
Equipment: A single Colt Revolver - passed down for three generations in his family - with 30 extra rounds on him (and some more in his horse baggage), a Canteen, $50 and some food (stored on his horse)
Mount: Young, but full grown brown male horse called JJ (Jimmy-Jack)
Faith: "Let the good times roll, in case God don't show."
Biography: Born to a tavern owner and long-time (but retired) gunslinger Daniel "Danny" McNeil when he was age 33, Ricky worked in his fathers' business until he was eighteen, learning as much about serving drinks as he did about whipping a pistol from his belt, he left to go and live out in the wild west and have some fun, but he hopes to return to the family business one day when he's "an' old fat bugger" (like his father did before him, and his father's father before - and so on ). Him and his mate decided to call themselves The Wild Westonnaires, and the duo's name is woven onto the back of their leather jackets in this pattern (without the lines):
___The
___Wild
Westonnaires
His Chinese (or Japanese? He never bothered to ask) mate; Tao Li (he sometimes calls him Tali (pronounced Tay-Lee) is the second of the duo - they were friends since childhood.
Appearence: 5 ft 10 inches tall. See pics for rest

On his own:

With Tao (looking slightly drunk - not particularly unusual ):

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welcome Dark. 1 thing, I can't see your pics.



 
   
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Scrazza wrote:welcome Dark. 1 thing, I can't see your pics.


wtfwtfwtf

I'll fix it later.. (now..)
   
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Fixed for me now at least. Dunno bout you though.
   
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I can see the 1st one, but I can't see the second.



 
   
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[Agh wtf for some reason when I edited my character profile post it quote posted it instead..

Also, I can't seem to fix the second picture. Whenever I finish editing it, it's fine, but if I refresh the page, it's broken. Total wtf moment.

Here's the link for the second image anyway..

http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTkxODEyMjI3Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMTA2NDQ3._V1._SX485_SY323_.jpg

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Just thought I'd post all the characters for everyone. Colour coding fun! :d

SCRAZZA

Name: Billy
Age: unknown. some say 18, others say 48 and even others say he is 109 years old and that he is gifted immortality from Satan.
Equipment: 2 engraved colt peacemakers, Grimoire of daemons, lasso, Knife, Henry Repeater rifle, Dynamite, match sticks, a survival peck stored away on his horse.
Mount: A black horse with red glowing eyes, called 'Lucifer'
Faith: Satanic.
Biography: there is not much known about billy's youth. He grow up as a son of a hatter, and Billy followed his fathers profession. he continued to make hats (hence his eccentric hat) until his family was murdered by a trio of catholic priests and their crazed followers, because his family was said to practice dark arts. The priests burned his house, but billy had enough time to recover some items, including the Grimoire of daemons. The grimoire is said to contain all known names of daemons and hellspawn, and how to summon them. he recovered other items, but of no note. Billy became an anarchist and a follower of the dark arts, just like his family. He almost never puts off his hat. being a hatter, he made a hat, and then combined a daemon with his new made hat. when he has hat on, and that is always, you can see nothing of his face. Only his white eyes without pupils. Many were fooled by this, thinking he is blind. In fact he has excellent eyesight. besides his eyes you can also see his jagged scar smile. when bonding the daemon with his hat. (because of this, his face is shadowed by darkness. the bonding did not give the hat his own will, only the effect of shrouding his face.) of course their was a blood offer needed to do this. His own blood was needed. He cut open his cheeks starting from both his mouth edges, and ending behind his ears. And now he literally has a smile 'till behind his ears. A sadistic smile that is. To make him look like a satanic worshipper even more, he tattooed a pattern across his chest. however, nobody knows what this pattern stands for.
Appearence:


FITZZ
Name: Preacher
Age: 30ish
Equipment: 2 Remington "outlaws" .45 cal pistols,1 Winchester rifle,1 sawed off double barrel .12 gauge,1 Bowie knife,1 Derringer,2 bottles of Holy water,1 Bible,Crucifix,rations,water,rope,photo,misc.
Mount: A Pale horse
Faith: Catholic
Biography: Not much known about the Preacher,a quite brooding man,zealously hunts down and destroys the "devils agents".
Has a huge burn/scar on right side of face he acquired when his "family" was killed by "agents of evil".
Searching for someone.


GHOSTY
Name: Shaun 'prairie dog' Porter
Age: 54
Equipment: three .45 Colt revolvers with extended barrels, Buffalo gun, rations, water canteen filled with port, Dustcoat and hat, reading glasses.
Mount: Chestnut mare laden down with various saddlebags.
Faith: Doesn't talk about his faith.
Biography: Shaun is an impressive gunslinger, the fastest man to the draw nine times out of ten. Locals believe he threw his lot in with the devil in order to become so unnervingly fast. Shaun has a thick handlebar moustache and is slightly on the chubby side. His face is coloured from the drinking of large quantities of alcohol in him time. Despite being outlawed in many towns, he's normally welcomed closer to the frontier, on account of his legendary (even more so than his gun skill) ability to weave tales. A naturally charitable man, Shaun will generously over pay for his meals and drinks, which quells any suspicions people have for him.


ALExGRANNELL
Name: Alex 'Ghost' Grannell
Age: 21
Equipment: Carcano Modello 1891, 'Payback' a special Schofield Revolver, A small bible and a small water flask.
Mount: Jet black horse called 'Skippy'
Faith: Christian
Bio: Alex was a good boy, growing up on his father's farm, it was here Alex learnt the tricks of the trade. One day Alex was out hunting when he heard screaming and smoke, Alex galloped down to the farm to see vandals burning his farm. Alex used his hunting rifle to kill them but the law is now after him for murder, Alex had time to grab his Fathers revolver and a bible.
Picture:


GOLDEN EYED SCOUT
Name: Cuthbert Edward Chambers
Age: 24
Armaments: LeMat Revolver, Colt Single Action Army, Bowie Knife, Rook's Skull
Mount: None.
Faith: "God don't give a spit bout us down here. It's up to the people to provide their own justice."
Bio: A former Confederate soldier, Cuthbert lost his faith early in the war, amoungst the bloodshed and butchering.
His unit was infamous for slaughter of civilians, and while witnessing one such massacre, Cuthbert snapped. While the other men slept that ngiht, Bert awoke, and
began his path to justice. By the time morning came, no taps were played. Cuthbert headed out, his quest for justice far from over.
Throughout the rest of the war, Bert joined up with other units, killing those he found to have commited grave misdeeds. Now wanted by the men who saw his brand of justice,
and by the authorities for his so called 'Repentance Quest'.

Neither the law nor other outlaws could stop him. But a short time to lay low in Brynn Sturgis just might...


Appearance.


HALONACHOS
Name: Gregorio "Greg" Machiotti
Age: 25
Armaments: 2 Schofield revolvers, Spencer Repeating Rifle, a silver cross necklace, and an "Arkansas Toothpick".
Mount: Chestnut Budyonny named "Bella"
Faith: Catholic
Bio: The son of 2nd generation immigrants, his parents left him at the door of a local orphanage because they could not take care of him. He learned the faith from the nuns that ran the orphanage and left it at 12 years of age. He joined the Confederate Navy as a powdermonkey and learned markmanship from the soldiers that were ferried on his ship. At age 14 he survived the sinking of the ship he was on and left the military alogether and found a rifle on a corpse ridden battlefield, the rifle he used to hunt to survive until he reached another town. At age 20 he left for the west carrying the same rifle he had first found and two revolvers he had acquired in town. His reasons for leaving the west was his conviction of theft and murder, the theft was a wrongful conviction while the murder was done in revenge against the man who had convicted him.

He now plies the west to hide from any posses and to get a new life as he has done numerous times before.

Usually a nice and easy going fellow, until he gets set off. He does not believe in violence against women or children and is unlucky with the ladies.

Appearance:
http://comicmastersonline.com/shop/images/DARK%20TOWER%20FALL%20II.jpg (Left as link as it stretches the page - Dark)
He usually wears a bandana over his face even in town to cover his mouth and the fact that he is missing an incisor he lost in a fight. That's what he says anyways, it was actually from a woman he made a move on striking him with a cast iron skillet.


FALLEN_WOLFBORN
Name: Michael Macleod
Age: 39
Equipment: Smith & Wesson Army No 2 revolver, Spencer 1865 Carbine, Colt Revolving Rifle Model 1855,
blessed silver bullets (12 magazines), flask of holy water, $250, silver celtic cross
Mount: Grey mare called Succubus
Faith: Christian (Caribbean)
Biography: Born in Scotland in 1845
Kidnapped by press gang at age 10
Shipped to Jamaica, escaped and fled to Haiti
Left Haiti for the US in 1860
Joined the Unionists in Lousiana
Headed west with a wagon train in 1867

"Violence against the innocent isn't worth it. Destruction of the guilty isn't my job. But I enjoy it always."
Defends the innocent and bystanders (not the same thing) to the point of fanaticism but is level headed and quite charming.
Travels with a female Houngon (practioner of white Voodoo) called Marie Thibideau

Michael:
Marie:


DARKVOIDOF40k (is awesome )
Name: Ricky McNeil
Age: 25
Equipment: A single Colt Revolver - passed down for three generations in his family - with 30 extra rounds on him (and some more in his horse baggage), a Canteen, $50 and some food (stored on his horse)
Mount: Young, but full grown brown male horse called JJ (Jimmy-Jack)
Faith: "Let the good times roll, in case God don't show."
Biography: Born to a tavern owner and long-time (but retired) gunslinger Daniel "Danny" McNeil when he was age 33, Ricky worked in his fathers' business until he was eighteen, learning as much about serving drinks as he did about whipping a pistol from his belt, he left to go and live out in the wild west and have some fun, but he hopes to return to the family business one day when he's "an' old fat bugger" (like his father did before him, and his father's father before - and so on ). Him and his mate decided to call themselves The Wild Westonnaires, and the duo's name is woven onto the back of their leather jackets in this pattern (without the lines):
___The
___Wild
Westonnaires
His Chinese (or Japanese? He never bothered to ask) mate; Tao Li (he sometimes calls him Tali (pronounced Tay-Lee) is the second of the duo - they were friends since childhood.
Appearence: 5 ft 10 inches tall. See pics for rest

On his own:

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thanks dark. I was just about to do this!.

as for your link you provided for the second character: "Authorization Required

This server could not verify that you are authorized to access the document you requested. Either you supplied the wrong credentials (e.g., bad password), or your browser doesn't understand how to supply the credentials required."

LOL

nevermind, I now know it is a picture of jackie chan!



 
   
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anyways,

ROLE-PLAY-GAME STARTED

I hope those pics you provided are just to fill in blanks, dark. and I hope this one won't turn out like pelvic thrust RPG (ridiculous)

1st of, introductionary posts.


The stench would have been unbearable for someone outside 'hellhole'. 'Hellhole' was what the locals called the Satanic part of waste-town. Men, young and old were drumming at the bar while hookers were entertaining the mass of people at the saloon. 'The ugly mug'. The only Saloon in hellhole, was always crammed with people. Billy sat alone at a large round wooden table meant to have 6 people sitting around it. Nobody wanted to sit near Billy. He had a terrifying effect on most people. His white eyes and crooked scar-smile the only things visible past the shrouding darkness surrounding his face he was indeed not a pleasant sight. Billy was enjoying a glass of whisky. For over an hour he sat there, at HIS table at the Ugly Mug, just looking at the press of people. Billy saw a young man staring straight at him. The young man was also holding a glass of whisky. Clearly he was from out of town. He clearly neither know Billy nor his reputation. He told something to the man next to him while he was laughing. The other, older man gazed in Billy's direction, recognized Billy, and then went a different way.

Billy was still looking at the young man, who was coming his way. The lad had a brand new shofield revolver at his side, and had an amused smile on his face.

"Hey blind man, you look kinda lonesome here. I'll sit right here next to you. hold you company, hows that?" the lad said while he sat down next to billy.
'Blind man'. Now, everybody in the saloon now looked dumbly at the young lad, who noticed nothing of it.
Billy was not amused.
"Get your ass from that chair, and take your lemonade with you, youngster." was Billy's whispered reply. His voice was so soft that it sounded like a mere whisper.
"As you wish..." said the youngster, barely 17 years old.

Before he left, he switched his almost empty glass of whisky with that of Billy, which was still almost completely filled, the lad really thought the man with the eccentric hat was blind. Billy was furious, but managed not to show it to anyone. At that last act of the young lad, Billy took 1 of his colts, placed the muzzle inside the young lad's ear with one swift motion, and then pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter flew out the lad's opposite ear together with the bullet. The lad dead at his feet, Billy was now somewhat 'happy' again. The mass of people inside the saloon all stood frozen, looking at the dead boy, not daring to look directly at Billy.

"Proceed." was Billy's quiet answer.

And with that, the drinking and laughing took up again, with Billy taking another sip of his whisky.


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You hope the pictures are fillers? Yer what now?

Those are the actual pictures. Chan was in the picture, I needed a reason for a chinese and/or Japanese man to be in it. Also, the second picture posted was not the original, but it works all the same.

Edit: I'm loving your character, Scrazz. Cookie for you for a well-written and widely accepted murder.

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The gravel crunched under the worn down heel of his boots. He felt the fading sun pass over head, the heat of the day gradually passing as well.
The rook skull around his neck felt as though he had tied a struggling mare around his throat.

Bert turned suddenly, the revolvers drawing as he did so.

Five men mounted on horses, suddenly caught out in the open, spurred their rides on their prey.

Bert fired his Colt first, right handed, three rounds. The lead winged one man on a chestnut horse.
One of the men, riding a tall paint horse, drew a rifle, and fired. The round whizzed off and struck the sand five feet to Bert's left.

Bert trained his aim, and sqeezed the trigger. the horse took a round between it's eye, and the man was thrown off.

Bert tossed the Colt to his left hand, thoring the LeMat to his right simultaenously.

He squeezed the trigger twice, putting two round in the man on the chestnut horse he had injured.

Bert dove to the side, as the three other riders bore down onto him. Bert slid the Colt into it's holster, drawing rounds from his belt, flicking the LeMat's chambers open.
Two rounds flew in, and Bert came up into a crouch.

The three men left pursuing him had weapons drawn. Bert shifted aim from one to the other, looking each in the face.
He knew them. he'd put friends or family members of theirs in a pin box a few cities back.

One of the men took of his coat and hat, and hopped down to level with Bert.

"I'm gonna make you bleed like you made my brother."

"He bled like a stuck pig." Bert said. "Squeled like one too." He added. Every word was truth.
The man drew a knife. "I want you to squel like a pig now boy." he said angrily, and came in twith the knife.

Bert took the attack on his gun hand, the knife sliding along the barrel. Bert coked the trigger, and fired the central barrel. The shot took the man full in the chest, and he stumbled backwards.

His white cotton shirt was peppered and turning red. Bert didn't waste anytime. He shot both the other men ded with the remaining rounds in his gun.

Bert turned and continued walking. The rook skull was light again.
He could see a town a few miles away when he crested a hill. He hoped to make it there before nightfall.

   
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Exeter

Shaun leaned heavily back in his seat, shifting his weight to get comfy. A bottle of expensive liquor stood neatly on the table in front of him, as well as a pair of clean glasses. The barman always placed two glasses. People said it was because Shaun always attracted people to hear his tales, but it was much more personal than that. You had to know Shaun, and not Shaun's stories, to understand. He was pretty old for a man in America in these terrible times. It was widely regarded that you either had to be very lucky, or very, very tough to survive to the age of 40. To be getting onto 55 was practically unheard of. It was the stuff of rumours, and not all of them were friendly. But Shaun acknowledged this, and went through the motions. He raised his glass in the direction of a group of catholic priests, who were nursing their drinks at the bar.

"Gawd Bless." Shaun mumbled, before knocking back the drink in a single gulp. His eyes slightly glazed for a second, before he poured himself another glass.

Presently, a man, who wore what was clearly a military uniform at some point, wandred over, and sat down opposite Shaun.

" 'scuse me, is this seat taken?"

Shaun grinned, and slid the filled glass over to the newcomer.

"Why thank you."

Shaun filled the other glass and took a sip from it.

"So, you new to these parts?" he enquired to the ex soldier.

"Yes sir, just off the train today. Im here to seek my fortune. I was told you might..." he trailed off, obviously disconcerted by the steely gaze of some of the more adamant puritans within the bar.

Shaun smiled, and swallowed another glassful of liquor.

"I remember when i was like you. Was a good 30 years ago, if i recall correctly. Fresh owff the train, and looking for a good time."

At the soldiers look of extreme discomfort, he burst into laughter, its booming quietening the bar, as people craned their necks to listen into the tale.

"Not in that way, young man! No, I came to this town, in the prime of my youth, looking for adventure, and an adventure I did have!"

A young lady, cackled from the bar.

"Is this the one about the ferret in the trousers?" she laughed. There was a collective grin from the occupants of the bar, as each one recollected the tale.

"No its not Linda, this is the one you ain't heard of."

A new story was not unheard of, but it had been collectively thought of that the ones he hadn't told were the ones that were personal to him, and therefore the best. Word spread fast, and soon a good deal more people were entering the bar in anticipation. When the building seemed to reach the space limit, Shaun swigged from the bottle and began his tale.

"So as many people here know, I have travelled the breadth of America, seen the Plains Indian tribes of the Sioux, seen the Cannibal trail of the Donner party, and seen my fair share of horror. Nothing however, was gonna prepare me for what I saw in this town.

So, I came in this town, and Immediately headed for the nearest Bar. Now as that happens, it was this very bar, and this very table that I had my first drink. Don't look incredulously at me boy, I had a very sheltered lifestyle and didn't try alcohol until I hit this town. Anyways, the Barman, whom is the current landlords grandfather, saw me getting pretty drunk pretty fast, and put two an' two together. Instead of chucking me out onto the street with the rest of the paralytics, he kept me inside, gave me a bed and saw i didn't get into no trouble. Now, I thank him every day in my prayers (he winked slyly at a nearby Amish puritan, who slammed his drink on the bar and stalked out of the bar) as on that night the people from the bad side of town were out in force. Now I dunno the ins and outs, on account of being as drunk as a skunk, but I gather the 'bad' guys went on a rampage and murdered a lot o' people. Anyways, so Im woken up in the middle of the night by the barman's wife. She's crying and tellin' me that her 'usbands gonna go get himself killed defending the bar, and I gotta do what's right and help him out.

So I says to her "Ainent none o' my busyness." (smiles from his slurred accent all round) to whcih she slapped me round my face and tol' me "He saved you tonight. If you were outside you'd be dead." Now, summit struck a chord, so I muzzily got up and took my pistols(tapping the holsters strapped to his belt) and staggered downstairs. A couple of cloaked blokes were tryin' to break into the safe whilst a nother group had cornered the Barman. He was a wavin' his shotgun around but i dunno if he had any shells.

So, I makes the mistake of tryin' to reason with 'em. I says "You lot, clear owff or I'll get the Sherriff." There was some general sniggering if i recalls rightly, and one of 'em said that they'd killed him. So I says "Better make myself Judge Jury n' executioner then" and i shot 'em. Not one of them even got a chance to pull out their weapons. And that was in an alcohol addled state. Im still prowd of that to this day. So after that i staggered back owff to bed and slept deeply into the afternoon. When I wakes up Im met with cheers and slaps on the back, which I din't take to kindly on account o' the hangover.


Anyways, outside was a mess, and the 'bad' guys had murdered a good 30 people in the night, and mutilated the bodies in the streets. I remember going out there an' thinking it looked like hell (hands went through the motions, of forming a symbol of the cross on his chest). So I left in the afternoon and went to find my adventure."

The assembled crowd were collectively silent. Most of the people here had heard of the Waste town massacre from their parents, whom in most cases had heard it from theirs. Shaun was teary eyed for a second, before he swigged from the bottle again. The ex soldier smiled politely, before asking "So, how do i go about finding an adventure sir?"

Shaun sat where he was for a moment, then said simply

"Don' fall in with the wrong sort, always protect your local watering howle, and don' go looking for one. Works a charm every time."

The soldier smiled again, obviously disappointed he didnt get what he had wanted, but, recognising he was talking to a pillar of the community, he smiled again and offered to pay for Shauns drink.

"Can't be having with that lad, you keep your money."

"One more thing sir."

"Hmm?"

"Did you really shoot a dozen people without them being able to shoot back, or was that an exaggeration."

Shaun grinned a brown toothed grin. He grabbed up the bottle on the table and threw it backwards over his head. In a blur of movement his gun was out, a shot had been fired, and the weapon was back in it's holster. the bottle shattered before it hit the ground. And through this display Shaun hadn't even looked in it's direction.

The soldier, slightly awed, grinned lamely and walked out of the bar. Shaun settled back into his seat, and a new bottle of liquor was placed on his table.

" 'scuse me sir, is this seat taken?"

Shaun grinned.

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Where Eagles Dare.

Michael sat in the seat of the wagon as the horizon dipped lower towards the sea over the hills. His Spencer sat in his lap and it was fully loaded.
Better not to take chances out in the bleak wilds of the West. Not all those that walked the night were natural. The wagon train was heading south
west along the coach roads towards Gallup, or what remained of Gallup anyhow and the wheels clicked and jerked along on the dusty road of stone.
Marie sat silently behind him, snuggled up in a blanket. She had been performing an exorcism the night before and hadn't yet woken up. He sighed and
then smiled at her peaceful form, white eyes wide open and blank. He had seen it before. She would be better in sunlight.

On The Darkest Nights They Rise, The Paragons Of Metal. Rock On My Brothers, Rock On.
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I'm both chaotic and orderly. I value my own principles, and am willing to go to extreme lengths to enforce them, often trampling on the very same principles in the process. At best, I'm heroic and principled; at worst, I'm hypocritical and disorderly. I am Red And White.
"THOUGH I FACE THE SHADOWS OF THE WARP, I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL, I SHALL FEAR NO FOE!FOR I HAVE MOAR DAKKA THAN YOU, BITCHES!"
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Alex looked up at the hot midday sun and took a swig from his flask. Skippy neighed and Alex ran a hand through his jet black mane. "Not long now Skip" Alex said reassuringly, he looked at the horizon and saw the dark shadows of the town. He heard a cry and a scream for help, Alex pulled Skippy around and saw a young woman running towards him. Alex pulled his bandanna over his mouth and galloped towards her. He saw two bandits trying to rob the poor lady, Alex pulled out Payback and took aim. With two clean shots they both hit the floor, Alex jumped off his horse and walked towards her. He holstered the pistol and took his hat off, "The name's Alex M'am.". The woman was sobbing uncontrollably, Alex put his arm around her and comforted her. Alex Put her on Skippy and rode towards the nearest town, maybe someone could help her...


 
   
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Georgia,just outside Atlanta

The dim light of the early morning sun shown through a dingy window pane,illuminating the small bedroom in which The Preacher knelt silently at the side of his tattered bed.
The man remained motionless in silent prayer for near a half hour,final rising to his feet,he washed quickly and dressed.
The Preacher stepped to the foot of his bed and opened a small footlocker,inside sat his weapons,he made the sign of the cross over them "Bless these, the instruments of thy will" he spoke in a deep gravely voice.
Strapping his pistols on, he walked to a small stove and poured himself a cup of strong coffee,he sipped the steaming liquid and sighed.

Outside,the Preacher made his way to his small stable,he was greeted by Able,a town drunk,who at times would do odd chores for the Preacher,including feeding the Preachers horse.

"Morning Preacher" Able slurred,already a bit drunk, " I thought I might come round to see if yer hoss needed caring for?"

The Preachers eyes narrowed "No",he replied,walking past the man.

"Well then" Able continued "perhaps you could see it in yer heart to put a small down payment on my services...for the next time you'll be a needin them?"

"No" The Preacher said,continuing to walk away from the man.

Able hurried after Preacher,a begging tone entering his voice " But sir..it says right there in the Good Book that the Lord loves the cheerful giver.."

Preacher spun on the man quickly,grasping his face in one hard,leather covered hand,and pulling the blubbering drunk closer.

Ables bladder released ,as he stammered to apologize.

" Get out of my sight Able" Preacher lowly growled into the mans face and tossed him aside as though the drunk were a small child.

The Preacher entered his small barn,untethered his horse and climbed into the saddle,the horse trotted slowly from the barn and came to a halt above the crying drunkard who sat sniveling in the dooryard.

Preacher glared down at the man,disgust filling him.

" Go to the saloon Able" he said lowly " I may contact you there later...for now...I have something to attend to."

Before the drunkard could reply,Preacher tossed him a half dollar and galloped away.

"Bastard." the man whispered,wiping tears from his eyes and hauling himself to his feet " we'll just see how high and mighty you are...oh yes indeed we will."


"I'll tell you one thing that every good soldier knows! The only thing that counts in the end is power! Naked merciless force!" .-Ursus.

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In the Wasteland

good, everybody made his 1st post, except Dark, but I trust this will happen shortly, and Halonachos, whose cat done a bad thing with his laptop. Halonachos will post later on.



 
   
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Always the exception, me.

Yeah, I'm gonna be posting late friday/early saturday probably - travelling home from the biggest failure of a 10-day holiday that ever was./grumble
   
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In the Wasteland

just to get you all in the right mood.




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Ricky McNeil looked on - his view bobbing up and down in time with the clip-clop of his horses' bounding feet. The town ahead was as big as they get out in the wild west. His horse let out a little snort of tiredness, and Ricky moved his head closer to that of his mount. "Not long now, JJ ma mate, we just gotta get ourselves to that there town and find you some stables. Dontcha worry buddy, we'll both get us some nice meal 'n' drink when we're there."
As if in response to his rider's promises, JJ picked up his pace slightly.
"Thas it boy!" Ricky said, grinning wildly as he patted his horse affectionately. "Yeeeeeeeehawh!"
"Those town folk better watch out, cause the Wild Westonnaire's are around!"
"You got that right," came the agreement from Tao a few feet behind him, "what do you say to 'first one in the pub gets a free drink?"
"An' their horse?" Ricky replied.
"Both horses," came the blatently un-native reply from Tao in his comparatively quiet Chinese (or Japanese, was it?) accent.
"C'mon, JJ, I know you want that free drink as much as I do, boy! Yeehah!"

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Georgia,just outside Atlanta

His horse trotting up the main town road,Preacher observed the citizens as they went about their daily pursuits.
Many of the towns people would not look directly at the man,glancing from the corners of their eyes as he passed.

This didn't bother Preacher,on some level he enjoyed the fact that most of the town folk were afraid of him,though he would never admit it,he had little time to concern himself with such matters.

At last he reached his destination,a small orphanage near the church.

The children who were housed there were busy doing chores under the watchful eye of Miss Amanda,a pretty young woman who,along with Father Dailey,looked after the unfortunate youths.

Preacher nodded at Miss Amanda as he rode into the dooryard.

" Morning sir." Miss Amanda said,although she was a bit nervous,as she always was when Preacher was near.

" Morning Ma'am" Preacher replied,tipping his hat " Is Father Dailey available?"

" He's off to pick up a few dry goods from the store" Miss Amanda replied " He shouldn't be away for much longer..if you'd care to wait."

" No time Ma'am" Preacher said " But I suppose I could handle some of my business with you."

Miss Amanda looked warily at the man "Business?" she asked cautiously.

Preacher allowed a bare hint of a smile to cross his face,amused by the young woman's nervousness.

" Just see that he receives this" Preacher said,handing a small clothe sack down to Miss Amanda.

The woman's trembling hand fumbled the sack,spilling it's contents onto the ground,her eyes widened as she stared down at 20 silver dollars.

" For us..the children?" She spluttered.

" Um-Hmm" Preacher replied,a bit impatiently.

" God bless you" Miss Amanda said,tears forming in her eyes.

"Just see Father Dailey gets that" Preacher said,turning his horse to go.

" I will..I will " she called after him "and bless you and your kindness."

" Um-Hmm" Preacher replied,slowly ridding away.

As he reached the rickety fence bordering the orphanage,Preacher noticed a young boy of about twelve staring at him,Preacher brought his horse to a halt and stared back at the boy.

" You should be off to your chores." Preacher said.

" I done 'em" answered the boy " are you a priest?" he asked

" No." Preacher replied

" Didn't think so..I bet yer a killer huh?..bet you done shot down a whole bunch of men...Bang!!" the boy shouted,aiming his finger in imitation of a pistol at Preacher.

Preacher glared at the boy "You should go to your chores boy" he said.

" I done told ya..I did 'em" the boy said.

Preacher leaned from his saddle and slapped the boy smartly across the face,sending him sprawling onto his backside.

"Respect your elders son" Preacher said,still glaring at the boy.

"Yes..yes sir." the boy said holding his cheek gingerly.

Preacher road off shaking his head "Spare the rod and spoil the child." he thought to himself.



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Where Eagles Dare.

As the first rays of the sun pricked his eyes, Michael squinted into the hazy glare, but was smiling with quiet relief. The darkest
hour was always that before dawn, and he hated it.The creatures of the night always, or nearly always since last night, seemed
to try and pick a fight just before the sun rose and when Marie was at her weakest. With a gasp of air entering her lungs she
sat up and coughed loudly, drawing his attention and she smiled weakly at him. The exorcism the night before had taken a lot
out of her, multiple spirits always did.
"Michael, ow long fore we get to de next town?" Her strange accent and marginally bad english made him crack a warm smile.
"Well good morning Miss Thibideau. Care to sit out here in the sunrise?"
She grinned and climbed out of the back of the wagon, bathing her dark skin in the early light. It seemed to make her
glow with a pale aura, making Michael smile wider.
"Marie, the next town seems to be split between the people and the dark. Are you sure you want the wagon train to stop
there? I mean, we can keep on going if you wish mam?" She shook her head and he nodded.
"Three hours to the south-east. Little drinkhole called Waste Town. Appropriate in these times if you ask me." She
giggled from the seat.
"Well I suppose last night 'as shown me in a dif'rent light to de slave dey t'ought I was when we joined
up, ey Michael?" He grinned.
"Indeed Miss Thibideau, I do believe Mr Evans accidentally relieved himself during your performance."
She laughed hardly as the wheels skippedover more stones.

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On The Darkest Nights They Rise, The Paragons Of Metal. Rock On My Brothers, Rock On.
'YOU FORGOT ABOUT THE CANDY!' Famous last words of an RP Demolitions Expert
I'm both chaotic and orderly. I value my own principles, and am willing to go to extreme lengths to enforce them, often trampling on the very same principles in the process. At best, I'm heroic and principled; at worst, I'm hypocritical and disorderly. I am Red And White.
"THOUGH I FACE THE SHADOWS OF THE WARP, I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL, I SHALL FEAR NO FOE!FOR I HAVE MOAR DAKKA THAN YOU, BITCHES!"
kronk wrote: Well, yeah. It's not Halloween, yet. I'd be scared of 4 jackasses in masks and trench coats riding around my neighborhood on horses.

 
   
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In the Wasteland

Billy sipped the last drop of his whisky left in his glass, the dead boy still at his feet. He got up and left, without paying. people didn't dare ask money from him. The last one that did now lies in a wooden box underneath the earth. outside 'the ugly mug' stood bunch of drunks who could not pay their tab, sobbing. Billy uttered 1 word, soft, but loud enough for the next man to hear.

"Lucifer."

Moments later, a pitch black horse with glaring red eyes came galloping down an alley towards billy. Lucifer wore a dark brown saddle. A Henry repeater riffle wrapped in cloth strapped securely on one side of the saddle. Lucifer hatled sideways in front of Billy, his breathing calm. Billy mounted, took the reigns, and started out of town, towards the swamp. Not only gators dwelled their, there were more deadly unnatural creatures. And above that, there lived another dreaded person. Billy bent over and muttered something in lucifers ear

"Time to pay a visit to an old friend."



 
   
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Georgia,just outside Atlanta

Preacher rode from the orphanage,still slightly annoyed by the sassy mouthed boy.
" Young'uns these days need guidance" he thought to himself " guidance and the firm hand of discipline..other wise..well..they go astray."
Preacher found himself jolted from his musings by a high warbling scream.

A window above,on the third floor of the hotel overlooking the main town road exploded outwards.

Preacher glanced upwards,seeing the form of a young woman,her arms and head thrown back at unnatural angels,silhouetted against the sky.

" God" Preacher muttered as the body of the woman crashed to the gravel street below.

As he started to dismount his horse,Preacher suddenly stopped,the young woman quickly threw he body backwards into a kneeling position,a huge gash split what had once been a pretty face and her eyes rolled over white.

"Preacherrrrr" The woman moaned,her tongue elongating from her mouth as though it were a snake " come to me preacher" the thing giggled.

" Father in heaven" Preacher whispered,his cold eyes narrowing.

The thing which had been the young woman tore the front of her calico dress open,exposing her torn bleeding breast .

"We know what you long for man of god." the thing smirked.caressing it's ruined body " Come to us and know all the pleasures you deny yourself."
The thing giggled once more,it's snake like tongue wiggling obscenely.

Nearby an elderly woman fainted,her husband catching her a second before she would have fallen into the street.

" You will be ours man of god" the thing cackled,it's fingernails running up the insides of it's thighs digging deep bloody trenches " Soon man of god...you will be wrapped inside of us."

The explosion from the report of his revolver echoed through the towns main street,Preacher had drawn his pistol and fired so quickly the thing had no time to respond.

A fist size hole was leaking blood and brain from the back of the woman's shattered skull,an acrid black smoke drifting from the wound.

The creatures eyes changed in the instant of it's death,back to the pretty blue eyes of the young woman,for a brief second they appeared to plead with Preacher,then they were cold...vacant...dead,the woman fell heavily onto her face into the street.

Preacher crossed himself with his pistol " In your name heavenly Father" he whispered.

Preacher leapt from his horse,a crowd of towns people stood staring in shock at what they had witnessed,he quickly bound the body of the young woman with a rope,and slung her over the flanks of his mount,and flung his frame back into the saddle.

Before anyone could even begin to speak to Preacher,he rode away quickly,hoping to locate Father Dailey.


"I'll tell you one thing that every good soldier knows! The only thing that counts in the end is power! Naked merciless force!" .-Ursus.

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Billy rode out out of town minutes after he first departed from 'the Ugly Mug' He took the main road, the road of division, rather then the small alleys you get in 'Hellhole'. His only regret was, because of this, he had to ride next to some fancy people from the 'the other side'. He cursed them all.

"One day this town will be mine." Billy said to himeself in his whispering voice.

"excuse me, sir, were you talking to me?" An old man in a suit and wearing a bollard hat, asked billy.

Billy gave him a glare, which made the fancy bloke drive up his pace. It would be a two day ride to 'Deadswamp', but it would be wort it.



 
   
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Georgia,just outside Atlanta

As he rode for the general store,which Miss Amanda said Father Dailey could be found at,Preacher said a silent prayer for the young woman who,it appeared, had become the unwilling host of some vile spirit.

"Possession" Preacher thought,he had seen it before,far too many times as of late,Preacher had to find the Father.

" Heavenly Father grant me the strength to be the instrument of thy will" Preacher whispered as he got closer to the General store.

Up the road,Father Mathew Dailey stepped from the front of the store,a satchel of supplies tucked under his arm,he turned quickly as he heard his name being called and froze as he saw the man he had come to know as "The Preacher" ridding fast towards him.

Preacher leapt from his mount upon arriving were Father Dailey stood,rushing up to the priest he spoke.

" Father,thank God ..You must see this...this woman..she..well Father..I have to say it looks like a demon got inside her." said Preacher.

Father Daileys eyes widened " possession?" the priest said " are you sure?"

Preacher led the Father to his horse and revealed the body of the woman he'd slung over the saddle.

" Dear God." Father Dailey gasped upon seeing the body "Quickly,we must get her to the church."

" Yes Father" Preacher said climbing into the saddle and waiting for the priest to mount his own horse.

" A great evil took hold of this poor child" Father Dailey said " I must know everything that happened..c'mon"

The two took of for the church as quickly as they could ride.


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In the Wasteland

you guys keep roleplaying. I am traveling to Deadswamp. and I will arrive their in the evening of 'DAY 1'



 
   
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In your base, ignoring your logic.

Gregorio got up and rubbed his face. It was midday and he wondered how he had been able to sleep in so late, he then saw a small partially constructed pyramid of whiskey bottles.

"Oh, yeah" he said amusedly getting up and going to the window.

If he was right in his calculatons he would've gotten drunk enough to keep his clothes on, or at least his pants maybe.

A quick double check proved his calculations correct and he almost applauded himself for knowing how he would act drunk or sober. Unfortunately, he also realised he was probably short on cash right now. He walked towards his window and opened it up, the bright sun blinding him momentarily as he began to reach for his hat and put it on.

The hat reduced the glare and he could see a good art of the town from his room on the second floor of the house across the street from the church. He could see the steeple and a nun walking into the church. It would be a busy day, he had money to make and expenditures to replace.

He grabbed his repeater and his sidearms and went to first take a bath and maybe clean his clothes or get some clean ones.

There was a nice wagon due in town in about 4 hours if it was indeed midday so he had about 30 minutes to freshen up and head out to meet them. Hopefully he would meet them an hour or two out of town, well longer when they would have to walk.
   
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Georgia,just outside Atlanta

Upon reaching the church, Father Dailey directed Preacher to carry the body of the young woman back into the small barn at the rear of the building.
Inside,as the priest preformed a quick examination of the corpse,Preacher relayed the events which had occurred.

The priest listened intently,then at long last spoke.

" The poor child" Said Father Dailey " Her earthly form was obviously used as a vessel by the unholy in an attempts to weaken your faith my Son."

Preacher nodded,understanding.

" You must see this as a warning,a threat against you from the very agents of Hell" the priest said " The unholy have set you high in there hopes of destroying you my son...or worse yet...in claiming you as their own..you must be ever vigilant...and always prepared against the vile disciples of Hell."

Preachers eyes narrowed, " I ain't afraid Father,the lord is my Shepard...I shall not fear."

Father Dailey nodded and clapped Preacher on his back.

" I know your strong my Son,this is why the unholy hate you so." the priest said.

" I'm doing what it is God has set me to do Father" Preacher said " I'll not falter in His work."

" I know my Son" the priest said " Still head my words..be ever watchful."

" I will Father" Preacher replied.

" Then Go with God my Son" Father Dailey said " I'll attend to the remains of this poor child."

" Thank you Father." Preacher said bowing his head slightly. " God bless and keep you."

" As well as you my Son" the priest whispered as Preacher exited the barn and rode away " God keep and protect you."


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Massive Knarloc Rider





Exeter

Shaun woke slowly, his head still spinning. What had happened last night? He knew he had got drunk. And he knew he had headed to a brothel to seek some company. That much was evident, as he lightly removed the arm that was grasping his chest. He also recollected that he had done nothing except pay her handsomely and then fall asleep. Too old for this kinda thing. He got up and stretched sleepily, groping around for his glasses. Upon finding them, he placed them on the ridge of his nose, and peered around for his trousers. The gal had had the decency to undress him without any hanky panky. Probably because he was too old for her tastes. How sweet.

When Shaun was finally dressed, and had found where his sock had got to, he wandered downstairs to the bar, and got a glass of weak beer and some bread and cheese. He took it back to his room, pausing only to pick up a flower, half dessicated from the heat, from an arrangement near the stairwell.

When he reached his room the girl, whose name he would surely remember given a couple of seconds thought, was getting dressed.

"Ah, sorry, i'll wait outside." he mumbled, feigning bashfullness.

"Y'a don't have to honey, you paid for me."

"Ah, indeed I did, but I would not stoop so low to insult your honour by gawping at you. No, don't mind me, i'll just wait outside."

Presently, the girl (Who he would remember the name if only he bothered to recollect.)opened the door. Shaun handed her the flower, and the breakfast.

"Here ya go my dear. I've got an early start, so im off. Don' got skipping breakfast now, or you could faint!"

With that, Shaun wandered outside into the baking heat of a new day.


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I do believe Shaun just sinned.
   
 
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