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The United States of America had dealt with many things during its time. It had fought off its mother country twice and established its independence, it had grown greatly in size, and it had even survived a large civil war within itself. The great country had always had strong religious roots since its founding, but this religious ferver had seemingly faded as time went on. People began turning to more secular lifestyles and turning their back on the God they had once worshipped. Many ignored the silent warnings that had started in the 1600s. [[You can introduce your character, reiterate events that I have written about, and you can add some background info if you want. Basically checking to see who is active and then the RP will 'officially' begin. In Chamberston we will be hunting 1-2 things. I will keep that to myself until tomorrow or so.]] | ||||
Marcel Charles sat in the food hall with the others. It was part of the ritual, and he was a member of this little band now. He had spent two months getting accepted into their ranks, pretty tough when he was naturally unlikable and inspired distrustful attitudes. He supposed it was his greater station, and possibly his hair. He did note that nobody particularly liked sitting next to him. | ||||
Horatio Alexander ate ravenously. In his eyes, he was a soldier going on a campaign once again. Soldiers get their food when they can, for you never know when you'll next eat. He had suited up for combat, his dark leather and steel armour framing his strong face. | ||||
Frederick Bryce ate at a rather leisurely pace compared to the others around him, apparently refusing to let his nerves get the better of him. However, as he sat with his comrades, eating what could well be his last meal, he muttered prayers under his breath. Years of hunting down evil creatures wherever they were found had finally come to this, a final meal before he set off with his fellows to begin the war in earnest. Once he had finished his meal, he let out a quiet sigh and stood up, reaching down to lift his pole-axe, which had been leant against his seat. He shouldered it before heading towards the stables, grabbing a belt full of stakes and a shotgun on the way. He went out before the horses, finding a large grey warhorse and mounting. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he rides out to join the rest of the group, the reins in one hand, his pole-axe in the other. | ||||
The forty-year-old Alexander Rookridge, son of Samuel Rookridge, and descendant of the great vampire and werewolf slayer Lawrence Rookridge, decided not to eat. He had eaten only two hours before, and was comfortable at the moment with just water. When the time came for them to mount their horses and go off to war, he rose from his seat, checked that his revolvers were loaded, and that his sword was properly buckled at his side. He checked his stakes and holy water as well, just in case they were going up against a vampire. He also had a vial of garlic extract at his disposal, but wouldn't pour it on himself until he was sure what he was up against. Werewolves, after all, loved the smell of garlic on their victims. When the meal was over, they walked out to their horses. Godfrey, Alexander's horse, was a dark gray horse that possessed no remarkable qualities other than its courage. It could never be spooked, and it would never throw Alexander off. That, Alexander believed, would be quite useful going up against werewolves and other similar animals. He would follow O'shannessy, for he was a brave and skilled man. Alexander didn't trust him, he rarely trusted anybody, but his opinion of him was the closest thing to it. | ||||
Nate Tangier ate his food at a steady pace. He was very relaxed, and would have probably started cracking jokes, of Joseph hadn't given him the "I know what you're about to say, and don't you do it" look that he had. He looked down at the floor, before remembering the food, and he kept eating. The air all around him was tense, and he wanted desperatley to lighten the mood, but this really wasn't the time or place. As he finished his meal, he noticed that, as usual, he was one of the last people out of the dining hall. Having eaten enough for two men, he slowly made his way over to the stables. There, he got onto his horse, and rode out to meet the rest of the group, who seemed to be impatiently waiting for him. | ||||
Joseph led the group to the village of Chamberston. Two days before, he had visited the town and could just tell that something was haunting the people there. No one spoke about it, but torches were lit around the borders of the village at night and men kept any kind of weapon in their hands that they could find. Joseph rode into the town with the rest of the Binyozi following him. The terrain was not helpful to them. There was a dark thick forest and rolling hills in the area, which made any kind of evil creature right at home. Two men approached Joseph and stopped him. [[There is not combat just yet. You may spot their eyes or see a shadow move at most, but none will reveal themselves. Unknown number of werewolves. 1-3 most likely]] | ||||
Horatio Alexander quickly passed on the word to the others. | ||||
Rookridge drew one of his Colt revolvers and pulled the hammer back, looking around carefully and ready to draw his other revolver at a moment's notice. His sword was also at his side, but he doubted he would have time to draw it if a werewolf lunged at him from the darkness. They were there, he was sure of it. He saw the eyes once, but didn't even bother aiming; werewolves preferred to stalk their pray, scare them, before striking. Before they struck, there was no chance he would hit them. | ||||
Marcel finally dismounted at the mention of werewolves. Riding was only proper, but he was no fool; he knew the little horseback value of a dagger. Eyes trained to the shadows, he scanned the perimeter, almost subconsciously disappearing into the shadows cast by an outbuilding. The gleam of his knife was visible as he toyed with it in the darkness. | ||||
[OOC: Sorry, I entirely missed this thread. Have been looking at the Hunter RP idea thread the whole time, wondering why nothing was happening. Will make a post when I get back from class in 3-4 hours.] | ||||
[[OOC: That's alright. Septim I believe is going to be inactive for awhile due to RL issues and stuff. Sadly, we must continue after Gilth and whoever else has not posted has posted.]] | ||||
[OOC: I have only done a roleplay like this 2x before and they died pretty fast. So any remarks are very welcome ofc.] During the ride to Chamberston, Sam and most others didn't say a word. They had all been together for what could be their last meal, earlier today. Some had eaten nervously, others seemed completely calm. He still couldn't tell if they were actually calm or just very good at hiding their thoughts. Sam himself was extremely nervous. Although he had prepared well for this, he was no soldier. And he had no idea what to expect, except for what he read in books. The moment they all arrived in Chamberston, Sam became calm. It didn’t matter what would happen. He had faith in the Lord, it would all be planned by God. He decided to do his very best to help these poor villagers. When the notice came there were a few werewolves in the area, Sam got of his horse, Muse, and tied the reins to a small tree. Muse was a great horse, but she had never been in contact with werewolves before, and Sam had no idea what her reaction would be. After securing the knot, he checked his shotgun for the seventh time and mimicked the others by looking for a shadowy spot and staring to the surrounding area… | ||||
[[Norathelon is going for a weeklong holiday shortly, so I don't know how that's going to affect his activity :\]] | ||||
[OOC: My bad guys. I thought i had already posted for this part, apparently my internet is worse then I thought...] As Nate looked around the village, he noticed many of the subtle differences that marked this as an infected village. Usuaully, there would be people still out at this time, having a good time, talking and laughing. There was no such merriment in this town, and the few people who were out were almost running, constantly looking over their shoulders, watching out for any danger. Nate hated that, hated what these monsters did to poor, innocent people. He was a man who enjoyed to laugh, and the it was a very difficult task to laugh when faced with the idea of a vampire, or a werewolf or two. But somehow, Nate had forced himself to do it a few times, and now he almost looked forward to those times when he would once again get literally laugh in the face of danger. It always seemed to anger his opponents, who were very unused to seeing any kind of merriment on the faces of their victims, and caused them to be even more irrational. | ||||
Matthias Greenfield saw some others moving into the shadows and shook his head silently. Werewolves were nocturnal. They could see anything in the darkness. Maybe they might be careless and not see the threat, but the chances of that happening were slim. He was not a fan of werewolves, but vampires were the creatures that made his blood boil. Matthias gripped his double-barreled shotgun and then kept his guard up. Joseph heard the noise and motioned for Matthias and another member to follow him. They rounded the corner and saw what was left of the man with a werewolf still crouched over his body and with blood dripping from its jaws. Joseph fired his crossbow bolts one after another but only one bolt struck its shoulder before it disappeared from sight. Matthias did not have time to fire his shotgun, and the three men retreated back towards the rest of the members. | ||||
Horatio was on the wrong side of the village. | ||||
Marcel was moving in a blink after the scream. He had watched, shaded by a tree, as Joseph had attacked the werewolf. He knew it wasn't going to be easy. But...team up? That wasn't how he worked. He'd stick to the darkness, attack the unwary, put fear into the werewolves. If they could still comprehend fear. | ||||
"Alright Horatio, let's see if we can bag us an overgrown hairball tonight." Despite his outward bravado, Nate was actually a bit worried. He pulled out both of his swords, and held them at the ready. Slowly, Horatio and Nate made their way around the side of town that bordered the forest, checking all of the dark alley ways, the two were on a constant high alert. All of a sudden, from the alley that the two were close to, a crashing noise came, and quick movemtn followed it. Nate dropped into a defensive position immediately, preparing himself to fend off any close range attck. A cat bolted out of the alley and ran down the street. Nate and Horatio exchanged glances, and Nate smiled uneasily. The incident had really sent a rush of adrenaline through his body. "Dam cat" he murmered, as he got up, and the two continued their cautious pace around the town. | ||||
Suddenly, one short muffled scream! And Sam knew someone had just fallen into the claws of these monsters. He saw how Mathias, Joseph and a third guy, he was sure he knew his name, but with all the adrenaline rushing through his body, he couldn’t recall it, headed in the direction of the scream. After what seemed to be ages, all three returned. “Three werewolves… Don’t fight them alone… Center of the village… TRAP”! Those orders were given by Joseph. Sam was scared, but he wouldn’t show it to the others. Together with a small muscular guy, armed with a silver sword, he started checking all streets and alleys close to him. When they turned around a corner, they saw Marcel rushing towards them as if he was chased by death himself. And that couldn’t be truer. Only a few feet behind him, a werewolf was charging at full speed. Sam and the short guy barely had time to respond. They turned around and started running faster than they ever did before. There was only one thing on their mind. “Trap in the center of the village.” | ||||
[[There are only 3. There were three with one wounded. Two were at 100%, one was injured]] Joseph had barely finished setting his trap when he saw three men running towards the center of the village.
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Horatio was walking down a street with Nate ahead of him, rifle held at the ready. He heard... Something from the rooftop. A scratching, a rustling. | ||||
Nate, upon hearing Horatio fire, had spun around and crouched just in time for thje werewolf to sail over his head, he immediately rolled to one side as a small trickle of blood, probably the werewolfes, fell onto him. He knew Horatio would waste no time emptying the rest of his clip into the beast, and he did not want to get caught in the cross fire. He counted. He knew there would only be five more shots, and then Horatio would have to take time to reload. "Bang, Bang," Nate slowed his breathing. The werewolf, who had been distracted from Nate, barely even saw him coming. Having already been shot multiple times, his life was waning. He tried to throw his body out of the way of the sword that was arcing down, but managed to only get far enough away to avoid an immediate death. The silver blade cut through flesh, bone, and sinew, cutting through one of the beasts legs. Bleeding and missing a limb, it tried to run, letting out its final howl of rage and pain. Before he knew it, Horatio was now on top of him, and with one quick stroke, beheaded the beast. Both men immediately said a quick prayer, as they watched in puzzlement as the headless body disintegrated right before their eyes, while the head remained in tact, a scowl of anger and pain permenatly fixed upon the face of their would be attacker. Horatio picked up the disembodied head, and the two of them cautiously made their way back to the center of the village. They had heard the death cries of the other two wolves, but still, the two took no unnecessary risks. They arrived back in the center of the village to find the rest of their group more or less unharmed, and the danger, at least for the moment, seemed to have passed. | ||||
Joseph looked at the head of the third dead werewolf and smiled. Back at the lodge, some food and drinks were prepared shortly after they arrived by members with cooking abilities. Songs were sang to praise God and Matthias displayed the head of the werewolf that he killed. Rookridge also displayed the head of his kill since it seemed more like a trophy now. The evening would be spent relaxing and telling of the events. They had made their first strike against Hell and won. Word would begin spreading from the small village of Chamberston that there was a group of men hunting down the evil beasts that stalked the night. [[Eat, drink, and be merry. Do what you want basically...will think of tomorrow's event]] | ||||
Horatio stumbled around the place with Nate in tow, a little the worse for drink. He bellowed out the words of an old song in a mighty voice; | ||||
Once Alexander was finished displaying the werewolf's head, he put it back in the sack and ripped out the teeth and tore out its eyes. Once that was done, he threw the sack in the fire and watched as it burned. | ||||
Marcel merely ate and left. The werewolves were dead; that was enough celebration for anyone. Besides, he never did feel he fitted in with the rest of the group. His departure was noticed, but nobody gave it a second thought. Marcel would return tomorrow, and that was that. | ||||
Nate and Horatio were, as it seemed, the life of the party. The two of them led the rest of the group in sing, and drinking games from their respective places of birth. Horatio retired early, and while Nate did support his slightly intoxicated friend up to his room, he soon returned to the celebration. Everyone was in high spirits, and although he didn't drink much, Nate was slightly high off of the jolly atmosphere. It would be a few more hours before Nate too, retired to his room, where he almost immediately passed out onto his bed. | ||||
Rookridge soon went to bed, saying goodbye as he left. He was not comfortable amongst the other members, for they were celebrating and happy. Rookridge had not been raised that way, he would never celebrate after an operation. There was nothing wrong with it in his eyes, but he would never take part in it. As he went to bed, his thoughts wandered over to what his brothers were doing in their respective parts of the United States. They had set up small chapter houses in Sacremento and Atlanta, and he hoped that both were being successful. | ||||
Three werewolves had been killed or vanquished or slain or whatever the correct word was, but Sam wasn’t pleased with his part in this small victory. The only thing he had done was run away from the fight. If he had just fired his shotgun at the wolf… Or hid behind the corner to appear behind it when it ran by… Sam would never know if he would’ve been strong and courageous enough to kill the werewolf. He hoped he would get a second chance fast. He wanted to prove to himself that he was a capable Binyozi hunter. To ease his mind, he had a few drinks, and then a few more and after the last one, he had a few more. He became cheerful and talkative, completely opposite to how he was in a sober condition. | ||||
***September 28th*** Joseph celebrated lightly, as was his fashion. When he was in Ireland, great celebrations followed the death of any evil creature. It meant peace for the soul of the person that was changed into the creature either forcefully or willingly. That was something to celebrate about for the Irish. They celebrated the life and death of anyone killed. They did not mourn the passing of someone, as that person was probably celebrating in the next life. Joseph refused to mourn for the death of someone unless it was a close friend, and even then it was followed by celebration. | ||||
After the announcement, Horatio went over to the armoury where he loaded up on vampire fighting equipment; stakes, holy water and blessed bullets. | ||||
Alexander's bullets, on the other hand, were all blessed. He always carried stakes, holy water, and garlic extract with him as well. The hunters of the night would be hunted, and they would perish. Alexander Rookridge was sure of that. | ||||
Nate, whose weapons were more ideal for the fighting of werewolves, thought everything over. He finally decided that he would take a stake or two with him, for a stakes usefullness was not limited, and they could be beneficial in a number of diferent scenarios. He also grabbed some Holy Water, because this too, was usefull in a number of different ways. He decided he would just back Horatio up on this one, for not having any real ranged weapons, other then a few blessed throwing knives..... Well never mind then. As Nate came out of his reverie, he realized that Horatio had been calling his name. The two made their way to the stalls, where they began to saddle up their horses and make other prepartions for their ride to the city of Galaway. | ||||
Once mounted, Horatio bowed his head in prayer; | ||||
Marcel walked leisurely up to the group when the news reached his ears that they were setting out s early in the morning. He carried his usual anti-monster equipment, which contained several useful items for tackling various evils. He joined the group silently, and awaited the order to ride. No need to waste words, everyone knew why they were there... | ||||
Galaway was stalked by vampires. The filthy parasites that Sam had heard about would not be harmed more by silver bullets than by normal bullets. He had studied these beings in literature. Though his studies didn’t give him one obvious answer on how to kill these creatures. Stakes were very commonly cited. They are used to pierce the heart, mouth or stomach either depending on location or religious background. Sam decided to take 2 stakes with him. He always carried a blessed crucifix round his neck. The small bags of crushed garlic were checked once more and he strapped the two daggers to his thighs. He finally decided to bring his shotgun anyway and made sure it was clean. He left his room for the stables and saddled Muse. Most others were ready to get underway… | ||||
The ride into the town was uneventful. It looked more like a city than a town, but that was only near the center. Tall brick buildings with gas lanterns lining the streets were a familiar sight. Outside of the dense inner areas were more cottages and houses with a more peaceful feel to them. Joseph felt uneasy while on the streets because of the tall buildings around him at times. There was a lot of ground to cover and it did not look like their job would be easy at all. Especially if a number of the town were vampires or mindless servants of the vampires. [[OOC: You can reiterate events, prepare yourselves, comment on events, and get into position around the house. Sorry that it took such a long post and not get to the fighting. I couldn't get myself to rush it since vampires are normally more intelligent than werewolves. It would be too easy or illogical to just have things flying at us out of nowhere.]] | ||||
{OOC: That's fine! A long post is a good read.} | ||||
When they arrived at the town, the very first person they spoke was a vampire. The doctor had told the inhabitants that the deaths of the people were natural. And telling that was like putting a big bulls-eye on himself. At least that was what Sam thought. When he first heard the order of leaving town, he wanted to object. Did they not all see this was clearly a vampire? Luckily for the Binyozi, the word they were merely setting a trap to catch more vampires reached Sam just in time for him to swallow his objections. He was glad the leaders were smart enough to not just walk away. During the short retreat, Sam was thinking about the smart move of the vampires, converting the town doctor. As he was probably one of the most trusted men in town. Sam assumed that the other vampires would be influential people too. Maybe the mayor or the sheriff. Those were men the vampires could use. He went to see Joseph to tell him about his thoughts. | ||||
Nate waited tensely, just behind Horatio, ready to lunge through the window right after the order to attack was given. He would of course, let Horatio shoot at them first, because he did not want to get caught in the cross fire. As he waitied, he thought back to their meeting with the first vampire, the doctor, who was a very shady character indeed. Nate had quickly heard of the retreat plan, and voiced mild complaints, to make the retreat seem more realistic. Now, almost looking their enemy in the face, Nate was ready. Vampires were a whole new level of evil, one that should be eradicated whenever possible. | ||||
Joseph felt that enough time had passed as his followers surrounded the house, and then Matthias went to the front door. He moved in front of it and then kicked down the door and emptied his shotgun into the darkness inside. A scream of pain was heard and then lanterns were lit as people began flooding inside. A wounded vampire on the ground was quickly staked before it could retaliate, and others went after the other vampire who had raced towards the back door of the cottage. Hopefully someone was waiting there to stop its escape... | ||||
Horatio was waiting. Joseph kicked in the door and opened fire, but Horatio saw that he wasn't needed. Then one of the Vamps took off for the back door. Horatio fired into it's back. Then it's leg. Then it's other leg, then two more blessed bullets into the creatures back. He then jumped through the now-shattered window, drew his dagger and threw it, impaling the now-desperate vampire. Horatio then ran up to the embattled creature, took out his short-sword and impaled the vampire, sword sticking through it's shoulder and into the wooden floor... | ||||
Marcel was beside Horatio in a blink, only a faint rustle of cloth giving him away, and he immediately had a sharpened pole in hand and pushed it hard through the helpless vampire's torso. He turned to Horatio for a second and muttered "The only damn way to kill them," before straightening and walking away, leaving the wooden pole stuck through the ravaged vampire's torso. | ||||
Sam was overwhelmed by the speed by which everything happened. The first vampire was slain before he had even entered. A second one had been shot several times and Sam tried to go ahead and kill him with one of his stakes, but he a small weasel-like man was faster then him and finished the vampire. The entire struggle, if you could call it like that, was over in less then a minute. But for some reason Sam wasn't at ease. Vampires were supposed to have superior senses next to their superior strength. How was it possible that a large group of mortal men were able to close in on them without them noticing. Maybe they were just too distracted by the sudden appearance of hunters anyway, too bother with their immediate surroundings. While thinking all these thoughts, he started searching the house for information about the possible identity of other vampires... | ||||
The silence of the night returned shortly afterwards. Joseph walked inside and knelt by the dead vampires. | ||||
While the group was moving deeper into the center of the city, Sam wasn't at ease. Joseph had only confirmed his thoughts when he said that the dead vampires were young and probably unskilled. That means the strong ones are still waiting for them and Sam hadn’t found any useful information in the house about their identities. As the group slowly penetrated the city, it seemed as if Sam entered some supernatural state himself. He was so focused that he seemed to hear and see every movement, every sound. He could only hope that this was actually true, although it was more likely that his mind was playing tricks on him and that the vampires were somewhere out there, watching their movements, while remaining unspotted by the mortal hunters of the Binyozi. Time would tell what the truth was... | ||||
[[OOC: Hmm...what does everyone think of this RP so far? Personally I think it could be good if we had some kind of overall objective besides run around and try to kill things. It does tend to get old fast. I just see things slowing down and I know personally that it is nearing the end of school for me, so things are getting harder. Just curious. I have some other ideas that might be better(with emphasis on "might be") and would have an overall objective. I cannot think of an objective for this RP and I think throwing one together might not be good. Opinions?]] | ||||
{[OOC: I like the RP premise, but we definitely need a clearer objective than "Kill all that oppose". Perhaps have a specific baddy start coalescing, with these lads being his minions?]} | ||||
[[OOC: I wanted to point that out when you were starting this up, but I know how you get when I point stuff like that out. ;D]] | ||||
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