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When the Seventh Seal was broken, War was blamed by the Charred Council, the mediators that kept the balance between Heaven and Hell. But once he journeyed through the scattered Earth to prove his innocence, War found out that the Charred Council set him up to destroy Abaddon aka the Destroyer.

And now that War knows the truth, he will fight against the corrupt Council and anyone that stands in his way, along with his Horsemen brethren, Death, Strife and Fury. Others may join him. Others may be against him. Whose side are you on?

The hammer fell hard on to the steel that was held upon the anvil. Ulthane felt the change that hung in the air. Since War had left with the Armageddon blade, Ulthane knew that the Endwar would truly start. Sighing, he laid down he forging hammer, leaving his latest work unfinished on the anvil. He turned to the large hammer that stood near, shaft pointing up towards the roof. He grasped it and slung it on to his back, moving to leave his workshop.

"Aye, horseman." spoke Ulthane, "You got 'im." Grabbing the circle doors that lead to his workshop, he opened the large heavy doors with great strength and went out to meet this war, head on.

Morning.

Audrey sat on top of a stone gargoyle of a high building, looking at the rising Sun.

It was said that these gargoyles protected buildings, like churches, from evil spirits. Well, that story was long gone. Since then, the demons have taken over this world the humans once lived. It was kinda sad to see the humans die. She wanted to learn so much of them...

The young angel jumped off the head of the stone gargoyle and flew off... to find War.

After defeating the Destroyer aka Abaddon, Audrey heard that War was falsely accused, and that the Charred Council even set him up in this mess. Now, as a lone angel and former trainee under the Archangel Uriel, Audrey is willing to help War against the Council and anyone else that oppose him.

((Hey, TheRoseGrrl? I love your intro, but... in order to play in this RP, you have to go to the OOC thread first to sign up for your character. And you have to read the other player's characters as well. Just letting ya know.))

((Kay, thanks sorry ^^; ))

((No problem. ))

It was once a grand hospital, catering to the needs of the sick and injured and filled with the most advance medical technology had developed. Now, a century after the end of the world, it held a much darker purpose in doing the opposite. From the third floor of the decaying structure, a poisonous miasma billowed forth from the windows as mutant Swarm and plague flies flew about in feverish patterns. Within the confines of the decrepit buildings hallways, Vyrion was shopping. The demands of his services had sky rocketed since the Destroyer's death, with many a demon warlord requesting his services in their mad bid to claim the Destroyer's orphaned throne.

The plague demon whistled a merry tune through decayed lips to himself as he searched through various rooms for possible ingredients in his next contagion. He was rummaging through an old medicine cart as he absent mindlessly spared a look towards the morning sun and spotted what looked like an angle. "Interesting..." the sickly demon said, speaking to no one in particular. He thought it was good their was some angels left, their raids often left demons wanting a way to get rid of them, a way he could easily supply but it was rather odd to see one flying alone. He dismissed the thought, he had work to do.

The skeletal hell spawn went back to searching, for some reason he thought today was going to bring more than just business.

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War appeared in the tavern where Vassago was drinking, startling the Fallen into almost spilling his 2 fingers of 18yo whiskey. "You're lucky I didn't spill my drink...and that your War" Vassago stated, " what can I avoid doing for you?" War pointed to the barkeep as he sat. "I need your skills Hound" War growled. Vassago chuckled as the barkeep put down a german size stein of Guinness in front of War. "So the rumors are true, your on the outs with the Council, what exactly are you going to do?" War drained the stein, as his eyes began to glow bright red "I will show the fools why you don't declare war on War"

As Audrey flew through the morning skies, she began to talk to herself out loud.

"Okay. I've heard of this War guy before. Even though the White City (Heaven) and Hell is hunting for him, doesn't mean I can't help him. I mean, hey... it can't be that bad to ask him to help... right?"

The young girl gulped at the thought of War throwing her around like a rag doll and slicing her with his heavy sword... if he thought of her as an enemy. She dismissed the thought by shaking her head. "Never mind, never mind."

Audrey flew in the air with her back turned and her arms behind her head, as if she was on a hammock. What she didn't realize was that she began to fly towards the ground. "Days like these are just--" Suddenly, she bumped into something. Falling on the ground, and laying there, Audrey looked up.

"Ulthane..."

The angel stood with her back to the wind, a shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders. The look on her face was brave, but her eyes showed a deep, ancient sadness.

The angel's name was Murvel and she'd been on Earth for so long she couldn't even remember really, what heaven looked like. She'd taken on the guise of an old woman, hating her looks, hating beauty. Murvel was not her given name, but one she'd adopted as her own, one that seemed as cold and uncouth as her new looks.

Murvel turned now to look at a young man standing in the doorway behind her.

"Better get going now Kraig, or else you'll reduce me to maudlin." Her voice sounded airy and gentle, echoing the part of her that was still an angel.

The boy nodded and stepped forward. "I'll return some day," he said.

"Too considerate of you." Murvel watched Kraig head away down the valley. "Horseman!" she called out, referring to his old nickname.

Kraig turned to face her.

"I would like to see you again, after the ending of the Endwars."

Kraig nodded and with a wave of his hand, was off. "It's time," Kraig whispered. "I've got to find the true Horsemen."