Colorado; Morning
The weather seemed almost oppressive, the sun seemed bleaker then usual yet its stark, unforgiving presence bathed the Citizens of Colorado in unforgiving heat. Colorado was a city under duress. Mysterious disappearance worried the populace, strange cattle deaths worried the farmers. Its street seemed as if they were choking with dust and something strange and alien hung in the very air they breathed. It was safe to say the hunters had come to the right place. Here was a den of sin, a great mystery and terror waiting to be unbound. This is a place of Massacres after all, the dead was never given the chance to rest.
Out on the prairie, wierd noises haunted the nights and dead, carved up carcasses showed up as the sun crested the horizon once more to let day take over. Now the Lament was taking up the jobs of safe keeping cattle becouse all the regular roughnecks were to afraid to do it. A blood red sun rose that morning. Bathing the steppes in a crimson sheen. Another cadaver was found far from its original grazing ground, torn up and turned into a shredded bloody mess.
Salim Al-Jahem didn't like it one bit. He was considered a scholar among his kind, and he held the culture of others in high esteem. But there was something sickly with this town. A deep, profound wrongness he could not place. But he felt it, deep within him. It crept up on him. He was here to aid the Lightbringers. During the crusades, they had gone from mortal enemies, to tentive allies and back a dozen times. Politics were confusing, but now he knew why they needed his help. The necromancers legacy was here, it had to be. They had tracked it to America before it was lost. But with all that was going on around them he knew it was here.
And they were not alone. Jacobs Lament held position outside of town. He had seen people of the Lost Brigade at the barracks. Something massive was underway, it had dragged them all to this infernal place. And natives, that his western allies had reffered to as ”Children of the Lynx”. Pagans, heathens that did not know God or Allah. But he did not hate them, they fought the darkness as he did. And that was all he asked of them. He was not like many of his brethren. The Crescent were formed before the enlightenment, as such their ideas were vastly different. They valued everyone who would stand against the evils not of this world. The freemasons had however, called for a meeting to be held. The middle aged marrocean held the handwritten letter in his hand. Marvelling how precise this mans cursive was.
”To all those whom it concern.
Never before have we gathered in such a manner, and as such, I feel we need to meet. This a opportunity to shed some light on recent event nad distrubute the tasks at hand. We have all fought the same foe, for different reasons. As such it is high time we join forces, if only temporarily. Send your representives to the ”Lone Stallion” salloon, we shall await them.
Best Regards,
Thomas Rawling Jr.
He balled it up in a fist, and tossed it at the fire. Well, he was the only Crescent presence so he had to attend. There were a bunch of lightbringers, but he knew who'd they send atleast he was pretty sure of it. He was curius however, who else would show.
EVENT
All of you have been called to a meeting, sent as representives for your factions. This meeting is unprecedented. Never before have people of all thes factions gathered under one roof .
