@Alivefalling@Polaris North in Lapenzan

One of the last human settlements in this world had been reduced to ash and rubble, only pockets of human resistance could be seen and even then there were still only few. On the ground lay a single locket, proof of hunters in the area, while Lapenzan had been a werewolf governed settlement hunter safe houses can be located where ever possible, one such safe house lies underneath the roads of Lapenzan.
”If you can gather the people together I can supply weapons and armour, gear specifically for the hunt.”, the hunt, a term made by the wolf hunters of Lapenzan, when the hunter population grew to its peak they would come from the shadows and hunt down any and all inhuman beings, a massacre for the good of humanity. The gear acquired from hunter safe houses can vary from the very basics to advanced equipment such as holy water and garlic bombs, the safe house below Lapenzan had just enough for a small force only capable of taking towns, though, not enough to besiege Gallowstein, they would need more aid to take on the brunt of the vampire menace.

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Leonil crossed his arms as he reached the town. It was in shambles - houses were collapsed, families were huddled together. The brown haired male looked at his companions before heading over to the bar he visited earlier. Like the other buildings, it had collapsed due to the fighting. He saw the barkeep not a few meters away, handing out what seems like supplies and blankets to last them the night before they move out. To where, Leonil doesn't know. Frankly, he shouldn't even care that much. It not because of his connections with some of the people here, he wouldn't even come to here to help. Well, perhaps because of Aklenroth, he would actually find himself siding more with humans. He wasn't going to regret this now, but if they were to attack him as he was fighting for them, it might turn a little more complicated.

Leonil went back to the group in time to hear them discussing about their options. While one was thinking of going back to Mirstone, the other was simply thinking about supplying anyone who was willing to help with weaponry that was apparently in one of the safe houses here in Lapenzan. "I can't believe you humans are adopting our terms." He muttered under his breath. Werewolves had always used that term ever since the dawn of their beginnings as they sought prey in the form of humans and other creatures. He guessed it was understandable for them to use it after a while.

"While I still think its downright suicide to storm Gallowstein with even a small army, if that is your decision then I will follow. Unfortunately, I don't think there would be any werewolves who would want to aid the fight. They would either be too scared to fight the vampires, or be willing to aid them." Leonil shared grimly and without hesitation considering that they all knew that he was a werewolf and there was no point in hiding it. He turned to Alaia and Nathaniel once more. "Unless you know of some humans who turned into werewolves who's willing to still keep their allegiances." He continued with a shrug.

@Polaris North@Alivefalling in Lapenzan


At the sound of the words “were-wolf” Nathaniel brandished his sword again, jabbing it directly into Leonils chest, not cutting through, just pushing against it. ”WE ARE NOT WORKING WITH WEREWOLVES!”, his voice echoed within the helmet, a slight of pain could be heard but would be passed off by rage. Nathaniel pulled away his sword and dug it into the ground beneath him, ”We will not fight a battle against hell with the spawn of hell, we will gather men from all of the world to fight against this vampire menace, there are still many who may help us, the flame hunters of the east and the vampire hunters in the north who are closest to Gallowstein. We do not need the aid of monsters in a war against them, we have what we need right here.”, before the incident Nathaniel would not have been like this, he never dreamt of hunters and xenophobic wars, he was a holy man. The populace heard shouting and came to see what was wrong, soon they too would be plotting against the vampires, many came forward and crowded, a large group of armed men appeared from the ruins of the city, men young and old, all led by a gruff man with a sledge hammer.
“We want to fight them, this world belongs to us!” He said, the formation of men behind him shouted in unison, they were not soldiers but they sure acted the part. Nathaniel looked to his old friend and to the ragged young werewolf whom he didn’t know the identity of, waiting for their response.

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Alaia reeled back a fist in rage punching Nate in the helmet denting it slightly. "Don't raise your sword to an ally, We will need who ever is willing to help because right now there is something worse than hell. I mean did you see that fucking deranged werewolf I don't think that's the last of them." She said in a angered tone. "Nate get these people organized once you're done we march to Mirstone to recruit more who are willing to help."

Alaia then walked over to Leonil. "The only way we would get any werewolves to come is if you transform and howl a signal for help." She said in a quiet tone only the two could understand. Alaia waited staring back into Leonil's eyes letting out a hopeful smile.

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Leonil watched as Nathaniel let out an outburst, pointing the tip of his sword at his chest. To the untrained ear, Nathaniel would have come across as a man who just didn't want anything to do with werewolves and only had to work with him because he was with Alaia. However, Leonil could hear the hurt in his voice - something had happened to him which caused this hatred. What exactly, the werewolf wasn't sure and he wasn't going to find out any time soon. However, this closed minded ideals would be detrimental to their attack. Less forces meant less possibility of winning. Even if there were only a few of his kind who were willing to help, their strength would be much more help than humans who weren't even trained.

Then, Alaia swung her fist at the man and grew angry at having raised his sword to him. It didn't bother the werewolf but he let it be. He looked to the side to see that there were people gathering - the men and women of Lapenzan had finally opened their eyes that they needed to stop the vampire's reign. It pained Leonil to think that they would soon turn their weapons against his kind, to drive them out for good. However, in the moment, he knew where he had to side. The Child of Darkness wasn't alien to siding with the humans - especially with the fall of the Drestback family being one of the main reasons why these humans were still alive.

He turned to Alaia when she walked back and then nodded, "I shall send messages to those I know. It would be too risky if I were to publicly announce what we would be doing. Aklenroth may be aware of it, but I'd rather not have packs of werewolves clambering to his side because of our plan." Leonil pointed out before sharply turning and then heading for the forest. He looked up at the sky and wondered when it would be morning. It had been quite some time after all. Out of the sight of the other humans, he began to slowly transform. It had been a natural instinct and it wasn't hard anymore - in fact, he could say that he didn't even put much effort into it.

After transforming, he called for a wolf to his side. He then relayed the instructions carefully and then sent him off to another werewolf who he was sure would come to their aid, and another who knew others. It would be some sort of recruitment for them and they would get the message by the time dawn arrives. Leonil slowly turned back and picked up his sword again before heading back to the town. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded at Alaia signalling that it was done.