The Silver Cross (IC)
( http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...er-Cross-(OOC) )
It was a cool night in the sleepy mining town of Gravestone, a full moon just barely peaking it's head from behind the clouds. The town was silent save for it's saloon, it was a stir with the talk of the passer by sitting at the bar. She was a beautiful young women, her light brown curls falling down to her shoulders, her sea green eyes wandering from man to man in the room, and the faint smell of the ocean coming off her tanned skin. She regaled the crowd with the tales of her travels, stating she knew all the mysteries of the seven seas. The men of the room hung on her every word, as if their lives depended, though unaware to them it they did.
A figured glided silently through the trees, the hem of his duster barely glancing the rough ground of twigs and mud. The tall figure was covered head-to-toe in clothing. Not an inch of pale skin was shown. He moved as if he was wind itself; almost as if he was flying, an understatement for his actual speed.
This 'person' was a Nosferatu, or an Elder Vampire, going by the name of Lucius Demonia. He was currently on the hunt for lone stragglers in the night, as he was hungry. While he could go for months without blood, and only lose about half of his strength, the small weakness still irked him to no end. Thankfully, the time was night, and he needed no coverage from the sunlight. Nothing to irk him into messing up his prey. He was going to enjoy this...immensely. From what he was seeing, however, there was no foolish humans for him to dine on tonight. He doubled around the forest twice, hoping to see someone wandering away from the small town of Gravestone, but absolutely nothing was coming up to him.
So, with his mood in shambles, Lucius Demonia slowly glided into town, hoping that he could catch some child or any human off guard. Not that he would have any trouble fighting them; but...yeah, he'd rather avoid any over-dramatics like "OMG VAMPIRE!". He'd done a good job in keeping a relatively low profile, so there was a small chance for the Silver whatstheirface finding him and trying to kill him in a suicidal show of bravery.
He turned from his thoughts just as an old man turned a corner, heading into a dark alley. Lucius allowed a fanged grin to form under his bandana.
The moon, the stars, the clouded sky, Edmee despised it all. She felt as if they were all laughing at her demise, her pain, her suffering. Her hand caressed the scarred surface of her cheek, the burn from years ago had healed, yet the scar that remains mocks her, it as well laughed at her pain.
Edmee loomed over the mining town, she sat upon a hill, watching the lights flicker from below, as well as above in the sky. They all looked smug, the townspeople, though she couldn't see it she knew that they were happy, it made them happy that they have a warm bed to sleep in, a job, a family, food... Edmee despised it all, she despised everything. The sun that rises and sets, the moon that rests among the stars like powdered sugar, the lights from the buildings that families slept in, all of it, she hated all of it.
She leaned on an old oak tree, older than a vampire they claimed, yet gossip is not always fact.
She was in another one of her foul moods, it was nights like these she felt a bitterness in the depths of her chest.
Fende Roguetooth walked quietly through the forest with his pack. Twigs and dirt crunched under his feet. He was in his human form, with his sword sheathed in its sheath. He continued walking, looking back at his pack every so and so. The pack contained 9 Beta's. 2 Experienced ones, who would probably become Alpha's soon, and the rest were Beta's. It didn't matter. When the humans saw them, they would cry in fear. He looked up at the sky, the pale moon was just starting to come out from behind the clouds, however it was not full. Perfect. he thought.
He stopped in a small clearing. He drew his sword, facing the pack. They were all in human form. A few armed with weapons, others entirely depending on their wolf form. "Do we all remember the plan?" he asked the group, the majority of the wolves shook their heads silently. With his sword, he quickly drew a rough map of the village. They had been scouting it for about a month. "Remember our objective" he began. "Get in, kill anyone who gets in your way, grab the smith, any miners, capture them. We're going to have a few more members to our family tonight." He smirked, and sheathed his sword.
He was now entering the miners town. He moved his left arm, and a few of the pack members went to the left, running down an alleyway. The rest of the pack followed him to the right. The right side was closer to the smith. The smith was in fact outside, a few swords and some gunpowder-powered guns outside. The smith was resting outside, chewing on some tobacco. A small flintlock pistol was at his side. He commanded his pack down a dark alleyway. A single human was down the alleyway, and in one swift move, drawing his sword Fende murdered the man. He sheathed it again, and turned to his pack. He looked up at the sky. From the alleyway, the light of the moon would not reach them. All was going to plan. A howl broke the silence, the moonlight had hit the other pack. He faced the group, staring each of them in the eye.
"I, Fende Roguetooth, the commander of the beasts from hell demand you to release the power within you!" he barked at them.
"Hyaah!" Zachary exclaimed as he whipped the reins of his horse. The animal picked up speed and kept galloping forward. Behind him, followed a group consisting of four members of the Silver Cross. The fields below them quickly turned into a dark forest, as moonlight struggled to get through the thick trees. "The town is just up ahead! Be ready to stop!" Zachary said.
He was in the lead of the group, since he was the one who knew where the town was. But he wasn't in charge of the hunting party. That position belonged to the fellow in the back of the pack; Father Allen Roe.
As the trees started to become less and less, they reached a hilltop where Zach stopped his horse. "Woah there, boy!" He exclaimed as the party stopped behind him. He jumped off of his mount and proceeded to survey the mining town. It seemed normal, or at least, as normal as it can get at this late hour. The streets were relatively empty, save for the ones in front of the local pub. And most of the buildings had their lights off.
Zach turned around to face his fellow hunters. "Alright. In case any of you weren't paying attention to Father Allen over here, our mission is reconnaissance. Folks have reported a possible wolf pack in the area, saying that they've seen groups of men lurking in the forest. From how Werewolf packs work, we might have one on our hands. So what we're going to do is take a look around the forest on the outskirts of town, and alert the party if we find any Werwolves, at which point we'll fallback to the Silver Cross outpost in the next town to gather reinforcements, and stomp them out." He said.
Bryan, a fat hunter who was older than Zachary spoke up. "Can't we just hunt them down ourselves? We've got plenty of bullets and bolts." He said. Despite the hunter's age, he was still a newer member of the Silver Cross. Zach smiled and shook his head. "If you want to fight the pack under these circumstances, be my guest. But don't expect me to drag your corpse back home." He replied with a chuckle. Bryan looked a little more anxious.
Richmond, a young and thin hunter started speaking. "What do we do if-" He started, but never finished as something shook the stillness of the night.
A bloodcurdling howl pierced through the dark landscape. All five hunters knew that it was, without a doubt, a Werewolf's howl. The group looked towards the town and stared in stunned silence for a few moments. But it didn't take long before people started screaming. Zach quickly scanned the town to assess the situation.
"This isn't good. I count maybe four, or five Wolves. And packs are bigger than that..." He said as he drew his crossbow and got back on his horse. "Richmond, head back to town and get help. Don't return until you've brought another one or two hunting parties with you." Zach commanded. Richmond nodded and mounted his horse before kicking it into action and riding off into the woods.
"Bryan, Preston, stay with us and help." Zach said to the other two. He then turned to their leader. "Sir, we have to save as many people as we can until the rest arrive. What's the plan?" He asked, ready for action.
Juan kept his head down as he rode his horse into town. His hat was covering his eyes although his brightly coloured outfit would probably give him away anyway. He gradually entered the town before hopping off of his horse and hitching him on a post near some sort of saloon. He left his peacock cloak on his horse before taking off his hat and doing the same. He looked at the establishment before him before pushing the door open and stepping in. His other hand lay on the top of the handle of his sword. He took a seat near the bar before surveying the room.
The moon cast a blanket of astral light over the wastelands, making elongated shadows that danced like puppets under a trance. The small smile on Allen's face widened. Despite the rather unfortunate task bestowed upon them, he couldn't help but feel completely at peace under the serene glow of the moon and the stars, which sparkled as if diamonds amongst coal. He had enjoyed the slow canter they had taken at the beginning of the journey, but now they had picked up speed as they drew ever closer to their gruesome purpose. Yet the smile didn't leave Allen's face. For no matter what happened this night, it was God's will and he was his servant. He would do right by God and deliver his justice without hesitation.
It was dead of the night when the small band of hunters arrived at the hilltop overlooking down. Leading the group was Zachary Mason, who swiftly dismounted from his horse and began addressing the group. Allen simply remained quiet as he spoke, content to just listen. He liked Zachary. If memory served, he had been in the Silver Cross for... 13 years? Yes. That was right. Allen still remembered the shaken young boy walking through the halls of the headquaters, eyes alive with grief. Yet, there had been a hint of determination that Allen had noticed. That determination had made him the well respected man he was now. Infact, he would have been more than happy to have let Zachary lead the hunting party himself, yet the organisation demanded that Allen, as the senior member, lead.
It was at that point, Allen was abruptly wrenched from his reverrie by an all to familiar skin crawling howl. His smile lessened, but did not disappear entirely. Allen looked as Zachary barked orders to the others, like the natural leader he was. Allen muttered a small prayer for Rickmond as he sped off into the night in aid of help, before turning to Zachary as he was addressed. It was a troubling dilemma the group found themselves in. They were up against a small pack of werewolves and they were down a man. Werewolves were troublesome and lethal enough alone, let alone in a pack. Going in without reinforcements would be almost suicidal. Yet, they had a sacred duty to protect the people of the town, regardless of their own fates.
Allen spoke then, his voice not only radiated kindness and calm, but authority. "We need to descend into the town and protect the townsfolk before our troubled friends down there cause any real damage." he had spoken with a lighthearted tone, yet it hardened slightly as Allen moved to the front of the group, speaking again "Gather your courage and remain vigilant! Until Richmond arrives with help, we are all that stands between these innocent people and a terrible fate. Stand strong in the face of fear, my brothers. Remember why we are here, remember our cause! Fight bravely and without doubt, for God is with us! Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good and deliver divine justice in the name of our Lord and the Silver Cross!" He lifted a gloved hand infront of him, drawing a crucifix in the air around the group infront of him, muttering a quick prayer for courage and the safety of his men under his breath.
"Let's go!" Turning, he set off in a quick run towards the city with suprising speed for a man of his age. As Allen drew closer and closer to his own possible demise, he felt his own resolve strengthen as holy words echoed through his mind.
' "I will execute great vengeance on them with wrathful rebukes. Then they will know that I am the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon them.” '
Antonio sat on the branch of a tree looking over Gravestone with one massive pawish hand gripping onto the bark. The slight beeze made it impossible to keep his cloak closed so he kept it open, letting it follow the current of the wind. He could almost smell the massive presence of other werewolves but he kept skeptical about such assumptions, until the echoing of a howl pierced the moon. It's an entire pack? People are bound to fight back... It might be best I stay here for now. He was sure he'd be mixed into the crowd if he got involved, and that meant a certainty of death would loom over him. Antonio remained on alert though, his free wolfish hand resting on the hilt of his main weapon while he listened to the sounds of a battle slowly emerge from the town. "You picked the right time to come around these parts, Antonio."
"We need to descend into the town and protect the townsfolk before our troubled friends down there cause any real damage. Gather your courage and remain vigilant! Until Richmond arrives with help, we are all that stands between these innocent people and a terrible fate. Stand strong in the face of fear, my brothers. Remember why we are here, remember our cause! Fight bravely and without doubt, for God is with us! Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good and deliver divine justice in the name of our Lord and the Silver Cross!" Allen said with steely conviction.
The priest then gestured a sign of the cross and uttered a prayer. After which, the old man turned to the town of Gravestone. "Let's go!" He ordered as he dashed for the town at a fast pace... on foot.
"Father! I don't think you should go without your hors-" Zachary shouted, but their leader was already getting close to the town. "Damn it... Come on let's go!" He said to the other two hunters as they sped off on their horses. Zach caught up to the priest and slowed down.
"Sir, we have to split into two groups. I'll take Bryan and we'll try to draw the Wolves to the west side of town. You go with Preston and evacuate everyone to the East side!" He said over the sound of his horse's hooves. He knew that Allen was supposed to be in charge of the mission, but they were running straight into a Wolf Pack without a plan. Zach admired the man's courage, zeal, and ability to fight with nothing but his gloves, but Father Allen never struck him as someone who thought ahead. Without waiting for an answer from the priest, Zach changed directions and approached Bryan.
"We're going to draw the Werewolves to the West side of town. Go for kills if you can, but your main goal is to get their attention. If we can keep them away from the East side where Father Allen will be gathering the townsfolk, we can minimize collateral damage!" He ordered. "Alright!" Bryan replied as he made for the West side, Revolver at the ready. Zach shouted over to Preston next. "Follow Father Allen! Get the people out through the East side!" Preston nodded and invited Allen Roe to ride on his horse.
Zachary himself made for the middle of town where the Saloon was, and the place where the Wolves were likely to attack.
The horse started running on pavement and it didn't take long for him to spot a Werewolf attacking a woman. The lady was backed into a house's brick wall as the creature stood on two legs, growling at her. Zach jumped off his horse, drew his crossbow, loaded a Silver-tipped bolt, and fired. The bolt embedded itself into the Wolf's right side. The monster yelled in pain, before dropping on all fours.
It then turned to Zach with angry red eyes that clearly said: "I am going to kill you"
Zach smiled. "Come on Fido! Want to play tag?" He taunted as he felt for the Revolver in his right holster. The Werewolf lunged at him in a blind rage. Zach quickly jumped to the side, drew his Revolver, and fired as the Wolf passed him. The creature yelped as it slumped to the ground, still breathing. Zach approached the creature as he holstered his gun and drew his silver dagger. "Merciful Father in Heaven. May you forgive this man's sins and grant him eternal joy in your kingdom. Rest in peace." He said solemnly as he stabbed the dagger through the Wolf's neck. Its eyes widened for a moment, before shutting permanently.
Zachary turned back to the woman who was still standing there, stunned. "I'd usually take this time to talk to a pretty lady such as yourself, but I've got a job to do" He said as he whistled for his horse, who returned obediently. "If you want to live, head for the East side of town. Hyaah!" He said as he rode off, looking for more of the Wolf Pack. He spotted a couple trying to break into a house. Zach simply fired his Revolver at them to get their attention.
"Now it's time to play tag..." He thought as the two began rushing at him with great speed.
Fende heard the screams. "Good..." he said to himself. He ushered all the other wolves with him deeper into the alley as some people fled by. Suddenly, his ears pricked. He had heard a gunshot. "Not good..." he turned to the pack. "The Silver Cross of the False God has found us!" he told the group. "Do not worry, however!" He then drew his sword, raising it high above his head. We split the pack in two, so they'll be busy with the West, while we assault from the East!" The Wolf's all let out human-like war cry's, although luckily through the panic and chaos no one heard them. Fende looked out at the crowds again. "Hmm..."
He heard horses, either someone fleeing or a Cross member was coming there way. He ducked back in to the alley. Just another kid it seemed. Some old person had pulled him off his horse and the kid had fallen hard on the ground. The kid suddenly made a run for the alley, where he bumped into one of the wolves. That same wolf chomped his head off. "It is tender..." he said as he chewed, before throwing the body down in the alley. Fende looked around, and eventually he figured out a plan to avoid the streets. "On to the roofs!"
Fende and his group quickly jumped up to the roofs, luckily in all the panic and chaos no one saw them. They all lay low, blending in with the house roofs. The smith had just retreated into his own house, as he was barring his windows. Fende looked to the other wolves. "Hmm, it seems this is not going to plan. The mission will be abandoned. Our only objective now is to feed on as much townsfolk as possible. Tomorrow then I shall arrive in my human form and tell them the ways of getting rid of the wolves of course I won't tell them how to do it properly. I'll probably tell them it requires regular sacrifice..." Fende again looked down at the street. He was still in his human form. "I could always go down like this and distract the Cross, while all of you devour them from behind..." He glanced over at the wolves. They were all drooling and licking their canine's with excitement. "Keep your hunger and bloodlust calm a little longer, my brethren." Another howl was heard, again from the West side of town. He took into account that all the villagers were heading east. This may be a better opportunity than ever...