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sillyboy wrote:Colt died !!!!!!!............... But I had plot-armour. *cries*

Hmmm...Wil sky go mental?..........*Thinks*

Yeah...I was sad to see it happen as well...but...had Colt not given his life...Vegas would have surely died...Jimmy was going to rip her apart.

There, Dez and company have arrived.

I am now awaiting Halo's reply.

ghosty wrote:Hlaine, dear Hlaine. I hope I'm there when you get murdered, horribly.

Well it was your kinds job to kill him quick before we needed Pinky but you failed even when a guy fell to the disease right outside his room. The 'invincible' Colt was going to be a thron in all supernaturals sides, if anything he would of just been a icon or figurehead, instead he died in a side brawl with some vampires

Colt will still be revered as a hero to the Hunters...and I'm certian his death at the hands of the Vampires will serve as a catalyst for horrible acts of revenge perpetrated in his name.

So Colt, who was previously a hero of the Hunters, is now a Martyr, making the hunters go all out against the vampires?

You know what would help tip the balance?










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ghosty wrote:So Colt, who was previously a hero of the Hunters, is now a Martyr, making the hunters go all out against the vampires?

You know what would help tip the balance?










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A Hunter/Wolf truce...?

Well I aint saying anything to compromise my position, but... Say just as you attacked Pontius, a certain werewolf pack led the assault, debilitating the vampires somewhat?


Of course, Andy would have to be....removed. He isn't good for the city.

Incidently, does Empire city have a wharf? Or is it landlocked?

ghosty wrote:Well I aint saying anything to compromise my position, but... Say just as you attacked Pontius, a certain werewolf pack led the assault, debilitating the vampires somewhat?


Of course, Andy would have to be....removed. He isn't good for the city.

Andy's good for the city, just bad for the parts owned by the vamps. To quote a song; "If you want to find hell with me, I can show you what it's like.".

I think Ryan is more upon the lines of another song; "We're all going to hell, but we may as well, go down in style."

Prepare for everything to crash and burn.

ghosty wrote:Well I aint saying anything to compromise my position, but... Say just as you attacked Pontius, a certain werewolf pack led the assault, debilitating the vampires somewhat?


Of course, Andy would have to be....removed. He isn't good for the city.

Elysium and Ordo Dracul form on Pontius.

Congrats you're now faced by 100+Loyal Vampires who should/would die for the prince

"going down in flames, well it aint so bad."

Bring it ghosty, I have a whole army of hunters compared to your little old lonely self.



Andy stood on the roof of the farm, arms oustretched and yelled "COME AT ME BRO!" from the top of his lungs, a clear challenge to anything that could hear him...including the cast of the Jersey Shore.

Why is everyone so confrontational?! And what's with the whole armies of people amassing all of a sudden!

I feel, in order to keep up, Ryan and Holly should start clawing everyone around them, spread the curse a bit, make Empire city drown under a tide of ferals.

Not that I will, that just seems a bit nasty.

Isn't Amanda already doing that?

Is she?!

I'm not happy about this. I feel someone should take over the pack for their own good.

I think army sizes as of right now are ranked as:

1)Vampires
2)Werewolves, but closing the gap.
3)Hunters

Ryans eyes opened slowly, the deep sleep he had been in taking time to wear off. The smell of blood and vomit reached his nostrils, and at once, he was alert, moving with one fluid motion to his feet. Holly had gone, but, there was no sign of a struggle. Hopefully she wasn't in trouble. Ryans primal instincts had kicked in once again. The urge to kill, feed and to find a mate pulsed through his body like blood through veins. But once again, he felt somehow attached to Holly, and, despite his grumbling stomach, he began to sniff the ground, trying to pick up her scent. Catching a waft of perfume in the air, Ryan began his pursuit.



Holly sat alone, staring at the bleak grey sky of a new day. Ever so briefly, the sun would break through the cloud line, and shine light down upon the Warehouse district, with it's patchwork of canal systems and open sewers. It was a dull place to live for the rest of her life, but Holly could see little alternatives. It was either this or taking her own life, and, and she knew she didn't have the guts to do that. No, Holly knew she was going to have to adapt, even if it meant eating the flesh of those she would have called kin only a few days ago.

"Sky, where are you?" she whispered.

Ghosty, just letting you know that if you're thinking about visiting the farm, there is at least one sniper watching to road to the farm and several other hunters patrolling the fields in pairs. There are also floodlights surrounding the farm to brighten the sky if necessary. Not to mention the actual farmers that live there.

...Just a quick word about the "massing armies"....most of this "gathering of forces" is for the sake of the narative....the vast majority of these "Npc armies" are going to all go out in fierce combat...leaving little more than red splotches where they once were...

In the end...no PC is safe behind a "meat shield"...or even a wall of meat shields....and each and every one of you should fully understand that ultimantley..your characters will face an end game.

[Aye, good chance Scarlett's will be by my own Main NPC's hand..

Sorry I've not posted since last night two staff left this week, and another out of the blue this morning without notice. So its been a 'interesting' 24hrs, yeah, interesting.

Will get a post up asap.]

halonachos wrote:"going down in flames, well it aint so bad."

Bring it ghosty, I have a whole army of hunters compared to your little old lonely self.



Andy stood on the roof of the farm, arms oustretched and yelled "COME AT ME BRO!" from the top of his lungs, a clear challenge to anything that could hear him...including the cast of the Jersey Shore.

Jimmy called out to the voice of the one called Andy, he recognised his voice. He had been the one to kill Ramona, bastard. He would kill him for that. He called back to Andy,

"DONT WORRY! I'LL GET YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR KILLING RAMONA. I WILL CRUSH YOUR SOUL! AND I WILL KILL THE ONE CALLED VEGAS TOO. I'LL KILL ALL YOU HUNTERS!"

OOC: Jimmy might not be so much of a paciifist anymore, more like a being now hell bent on revenge. Stay tuned for the previous two minutes to the shouting.....

FITZZ wrote:...your characters will face an end game.

Oh sh*t

Andy's endgame will be Scrabble. As far as the armies go, I will do my best to not hide behind a shield of random hunters. Their numbers are limited after all, and I will put it at around 35 hunters max in the city including Shas, Silly, and my characters. There's about 8 at the farm at any given moment and at least 3 in The Werks. With others working around the city or in other small outposts.

Of course, it really isn't up to me is it Fitzz.

Catos wrote:

halonachos wrote:"going down in flames, well it aint so bad."

Bring it ghosty, I have a whole army of hunters compared to your little old lonely self.



Andy stood on the roof of the farm, arms oustretched and yelled "COME AT ME BRO!" from the top of his lungs, a clear challenge to anything that could hear him...including the cast of the Jersey Shore.

Jimmy called out to the voice of the one called Andy, he recognised his voice. He had been the one to kill Ramona, bastard. He would kill him for that. He called back to Andy,

"DONT WORRY! I'LL GET YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR KILLING RAMONA. I WILL CRUSH YOUR SOUL! AND I WILL KILL THE ONE CALLED VEGAS TOO. I'LL KILL ALL YOU HUNTERS!"

OOC: Jimmy might not be so much of a paciifist anymore, more like a being now hell bent on revenge. Stay tuned for the previous two minutes to the shouting.....

Andy yelled back;" Na-na-na-na-boo-boo I'm better than you, Stick your head in doo-doo!"

halonachos wrote:Andy's endgame will be Scrabble. As far as the armies go, I will do my best to not hide behind a shield of random hunters. Their numbers are limited after all, and I will put it at around 35 hunters max in the city including Shas, Silly, and my characters. There's about 8 at the farm at any given moment and at least 3 in The Werks. With others working around the city or in other small outposts.

Of course, it really isn't up to me is it Fitzz.

It's not quite that many...

Andy and Sky...along with Kais three Characters...along with perhaps four more at the farm (two of which you and Silly may take as major NPCs...if you wish)...the other "bodies" at the Farm are "techs"...not Hunters.
Of course...the "Network" exist...and Katz is an affilate..sending "support" here and there...but for the most part...9 Hunters...that's about it...

As for Pontius "Fallen"...sure..they've been called...and will present some obstacles...but it's far from an "Impenatrable wall"...The Vampire PCs are still facing a great deal of potential dangers...character killing dangers.

And...obviously since ghosty is the last active Werewolf PC...I've had to take up the mantle of "controlling" the rest of the Wolf activity in the city...

But, now Colts gone....how could you tell?



IC: As Holly stared intospectively off into the distance, she became vaguely aware of someone walking towards her. She turned, expecting to see the hulking form of Ryan padding towards her on all fours, but instead, much to her initial shock, it was a man, oozing with self confidence and relaxation.

"Well hullo miss, have you lost your way?"

He was a homeless man, obviously. His clothes were old and tattered, and stank of the refuse that swirled past Holly in the Canal. His face resembled the shape of a crescent moon; his crooked chin jutting out far, only just more so than the mans nose. Holly was suddenly aware how naked she was. Silently, Holly vowed she would get several sets of clothes and hide them across the city so she would never be caught out again. The mans eyes inched across her body, taking everything in. And then, after pausing for dramatic effect, the man withdrew his weapon of choice from his trousers, six inches long and revolting to look upon.

Holly backed away in disgust, as the man advanced on her, his grin widening. "You should be careful walking around like that...you could attract all manner of... unsavoury characters..."

"Just a taste..." The Homeless, more assertive of the two suddenly leapt forwards, grabbing Holly by the arm, and pulled her close to him, chuckling incoherently. What happened next wasn't completely clear. The psychopath was aware he was holding his weapon in his hands one second, and the next, screaming incoherently, holding a bloodied stump. And then Holly was gone, running with the speed her curse brought her, putting huge distance between her and the bleeding hobo.

Turning blindly, the Rapist staggered, clutching at his ruined manhood, screaming. Sadly, such actions attract the wrong sort; a huge furred beast intercepted him before he could take another step, and took him apart at the waist.


Retracing her steps from the previous night, Holly found, still laying where she had taken them off, her discarded clothes. They were cold, and damp from the morning dew, but she put them on anyway, revelling in the feeling of being covered up. Then, rearranging her hair slightly, Holly walked out into the world of the public, acting like the hundreds of humans around her, desperately trying to 'fit in.' She passed a newspaper stand, and, casually glancing at the headlines, she could not help but surpress a small smile from spreading across her otherwise troubled features.


'American Werewolf in Empire: Elaborate Hoax?'

@ ghosty....Ouch...even though he deserved it...

Also...nice "lead in" for a media cover up...I had that sort of thing in mind myself.

...Amanda sat quietly smiling,enjoying the antics of her new pack....like pups discovering their tales...her "children" seemed enthraled by their new "gifts"...Carlos and Davin...although at first somewhat shaken...now rough housed happily..bearing their fangs and jabbing playfully at one another with their claws..."Boys will be boys.." Amanda thought to herself...

Star and Candi as well seemed to be enjoying themselves...the "gift of the wolf" seeming to have enhanced both of their already lusty personalities...the two cuddled and nuzzled playfully.

Finally..Amanda rose from her seat...speaking softly to her pack..." We've much work to do before the Time of the Moon.." she said..." Our numbers are strong...but the pack must grow if we are to rid our feeding grounds of the leech Pontius and his ticks.."

Candi looked up at Amanda...as Star gently nipped at her neck..." Should we seek the pair Musatei had observed ?...The Huge wolf and the Blue haired girl..?"

Amanda paused ...thinking..." Perhaps...in time they will seek us..." she smiled at her family..." For the moment...I've another in mind...a very old and powerful wolf...I sensed his presence recently...and belive we should visit him first."

Carlos turned to Amanda shoving Davin away..." An old wolf?...what good is an old wolf?"

Amanda shook her head..." an ancient...cunning and ruthless beyond your understanding..."

Carlos looked confused for a moment..but nodded.

" Come ...we go to find him...the one called..Lukos" Said Amanda as she pulled on her dress...

Her pack quickly followed suit..dressing and following her out into the streets.

Miranda Cortez drove slowly through the outskirts of Empire City...occasionaly punching up information on her in dash computer...word had come down from the very heads of the Holy Order of Hunters for her to deliver a package to The Empire City Network and she'd been traveling for hours.

Cortez was a Veteran Hunter...even at the age of twenty seven,she'd started killing Wolves in her small viilage in Mexico at the tender age of twelve,when her family had been savaged by the beast...and since then taken under the wing of the heads of the order...trained in the arts of disposing of the vile filth that stalked the night....she was a master...feared by that which caused fear in others.

She glanced at the iluminated screen...the supposed leader of the Empire City chapter had gone rouge...turned Judas and betrayed his brethren to the Vampire Pontius...an arrogent little blood sucker whom the Order had delt with before...
Cortez had encounterd Danny once before...and thought him an idiot...how he'd risen to a posistion of authority was a mystery to her.

She clicked a recently recieved message...A young Hunter named Andy Bruss had killed Danny...and assumed command of the Cell of Hunters located near Empire city..." Bruss..?." Cortez thought..." Seems I recall an Andy Bruss..cocky bastard If I remember right."...she read further...seeing that two Hunters...Kara Viselle and James " Colt" Watson had also died...Cortez shook her head...she'd known Colt well...his death was a great loss to the Order.

Cortez continued to scan the report...glancing up at the road occasionaly...Richard Blue and his nephew Dez and Rachel Blackwell had been dispatched to assist the Empire Cell as well...she nodded...Richard was a seasoned Hunter..

Turning onto a back road leading to the "Farm"...Cortez armed the explosives concealed inside her vehicle...enough thermobaric explosive to flash fry anything that attempt to prevent her from reaching her destination.

The package ..secured in a fixed steel safe in the rear of her SUV would be delivered.
...And...perhaps...she thought...she would stick around...the chance to send some night trash to hell was something she rarely passed up.

is it to late 4 me to join?