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Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

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The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

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The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Every nation has a period of time in which they are remembered for, that certain point in their history where legends and lore grow from; that moment where they make their mark for the rest of the world to know. It was that time for the United States. The American Frontier was in the middle of its glory, people pushing from East to West, connecting both sides of the large continent; though with any expansion of a nation comes its trials and tribulations and it was understandable that anything west of the Mississippi had become to be known as the Wild West.

Bandits terrorized the lands, robbing trains like a child would rob a general store of a piece of rock candy. It took only the right amount of timing and guts to pull it off. Outlaws were rampant. Native Americans had grown angry from being pushed further and further west, slowly being exterminated by the very people they had tried to trust. Fights broke out in saloons over the most trifle of things and the local sheriffs were the martial law of the land, handing out hangings as quickly as they could.

One would think this would be enough for people to deal with but even in dark times what plagues we think are our greatest concern are never as bad as it can get. The true trials in life were things that never crossed your mind, those things that hit you on some idle night when you thought you only needed to worry about dreams and hangovers. The year is 1884 and located at the South East end of the Dakota Territory rests a small town known as Brogden that is a stopping point as people make their way towards Rapid City in the Blackhills.

A single dusty trails passes through the main part of town, each side dotted with classic scenery one would associated with such a place. A Two story saloon, the smithy, the jail, shops and such run from one side of the road to the other. People, horses and carriages moved through the town as if it was any other warm day in the fall, enjoying the break from the heat of summer and bracing for the harsh winter to come. It was one of the few times of the year where one could enjoy the odd beauty of the terrain. People talked, the general store stocked people up on supplies as they came into town, gamblers sat around the tables of the saloon already planning a long night of debauchery. Further out homes can be seen for those that try to herd and farm these harsh lands and a single Church steeple can be seen off to the distance north.

Slowly the white doors of the church opened, a soft squeak echoing over the country side as they did and a woman stepped out; she did not dress like most women of the time. There were no corsets, no long dresses with bustles, no curls pulled back tight from her face. Dark hair fell loose to her shoulders, framing a melancholy expression and dark eyes. She was small in stature and build, only standing at five foot four inches in height and looked like she couldn’t weight more than a new born lamb. Her features were very Native American if not for the pale skin and Celtic bone structure. She wore dark leather slacks and short jacket that covered a look cream colored blouse; around her neck was wrapped a faded crimson scarf.

In her hand she carried a rifle and it seemed odd that she would be walking out of a church with such a weapon in hand. Stepping over to her cream colored Pryor Mountain Mustang she slid her rifle into its place before taking the reins. “Thank you Father for the information,” she said as an old man dressed in classic priest garb came out of the church.

“Of course, Godspeed on your journey and may the light of heaven protect you in your journey,” he said as he made a cross with his fingers in the air. The woman nodded and climbed up onto her horse, turning it to face him.

“And to you as well Padre,” she said before giving her horse a quick kick of her heels and speeding off towards the town of Brogden. She had the information she needed, now she just needed a team for the trials and tribulations ahead.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

That's cool, have fun with it. I usually don't have a problem as long as high ranking Talents or officers aren't controlled to do something huge plot related. Other than that I pretty much let you run wild.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana looked down from the rafter to Hugh as he pointed to her, hearing him claim her once again as his own; she could not help but smile brightly at him and wink. “Damn straight I am,” she said proudly. “Now hurry up and get your ass back here,” she added before turning her attention to her surroundings. Some still had not made their way into the tavern and she had no idea what was going on outside. It made her worry but she had a job to do and that was to hold her ground and make sure the group that was headed to the catacombs had an exit. That group included Hugh and she would be damned if she left anything through.

Reaching into her bag she pulled out her rope and secured it to her waist for quick access, she had an idea if things went south. It wouldn’t kill anything but it may buy her sometime until they returned. Atros had volunteered to stay behind and she was grateful for that. At least she wouldn’t be completely alone and he had proven useful in their travels so far. “Okay Atros, looks like it is us and the odd ball screaming about the forth wall,” she said as she gestured towards Das. He had always been an odd one, so she let it go.

Suddenly, a figure ran through the door of the tavern. A slightly out of breath woman with dark hair that flowed to her waist, bright blue eyes and very pale skin. She was dressed in a long black skirt that seemed to flow with each step she took of its own accord, a fitted corset cinched tight and some rather high heeled boots that only could be seen when she ran. Around her waist was an apron and in her hand she held an iron pan that smelt of blueberries. “Shit, wrong way,” she said before turning on her heels and running out the tavern, vanishing as quickly as she had appeared.

“What the hell was that?” Sana exclaimed confused by the whole scene and then suddenly she realized she had a bad craving for blueberry cobbler.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Okay - Ashala and Gaia are in free post.
Srath and Ailen - Tristan won't say another word from here on out, and will act stoic no matter the pain inflicted. Pick up your bounty and move out.
Sam and Sarah have been brought in - feel free to make your post include anything you like pretty much before you are called by Crisin to move out. Npcs that you create are welcome to make your scene more vibrant, may move forward in the post as much as you wish until you reach District 8, from there I will start throwing more at you.
Karras - Silvia is waiting for you right now before she can proceed.
Jeremiah - Moles are about to move out, so you can either join them and post or go free post from here and stay in the tower.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

The Tower Of Altenia

Tristan just narrowed his eyes towards Srath and spat in his face. As Ailen connected with his jaw he groaned and yelped as he went tumbling down the stairs. Landing against the wall hard, blood coming from his lips. As Ailen picked him up he was actually grateful for the collar right then, it would keep him from being choked at that moment. “You’re dead and you don’t even know it yet,” he hissed as blood sprayed from his mouth. “You,” he said looking at Ailen. “And you” he said as he looked over towards Srath. “And that bitch you say the tower loves so dearly,” he growled. “You have no idea what hell is going to be unleashed on this planet and when it does happen what I put you through will feel like a fucking picnic.”

“Me getting transferred off this hell of a rock is the best present I could think of, in the end I will still draw breath. I just hope they all die before you so you have to watch it,” he said laughing somewhat as Ailen gripped his arm. He looked like he had gone insane, he should have been screaming in pain at this point, most would have begged for mercy but not Tristan. Each blow he took, each stair that hit him seemed to push him further and further into this cruel and maddening expression, almost like he was enjoying the entire process. “So shut the hell up and put me on the ship. I cannot wait to watch your demise.”

Craig watched the event as it unfolded like so many others in the Tower, some were cheering Ailen on, others just looked on in horror not knowing what to think of the situation. Almost all could understand Ailens wrath towards Tristan but some wondered if it what was transpiring was just lowering Ailen to Tristans level. A select few seemed angered by the events but they kept quiet or turned off their monitors. Some became fearful as they heard Tristan speak, that they were all dead. What was he talking about? Would the GTC attack the Tower because of what Tristan was going through? T1 were rare to come by and one that could run a Tower were even rarer. They were not a common find, it just could seem that way in a Tower but even in Towers there were only one T1 per tower that could do the job. Altenia was rare to have a three on the planet and even though there were three, only 2 could even pull off what was needed to run a tower and neither of those two were from Altenia itself. Where they truly as doomed as Tristan claimed? Some were beginning to wonder.

The Mines of Altenia

Silvia lay there catching her breath and caught the bottle of water, taking a long drink as she forced herself to sit up and look around. “Thanks,” she said as she began to clean herself up once the blood had stopped flowing. She was tired of the blood, it was not something that happened to other T1, a T1 to bleed from using their talents was unheard of and yet she continued to bleed. Maybe it was just because she was attempting things other T1’s would never attempt, perhaps it was something more but no matter the circumstance it wouldn’t have been something that Karras would have known about. T1’s never spoke about injury, so even those that were talents would have brushed it off. Unless you ran a Tower it wouldn’t have raised a red flag and even if you were you kept it to yourself.

“Being optimistic,” she said as she stood up and dusted herself off. “I have to close it, if the GTC were to find this room the Resistances cover would be blown, I have to trust you not to speak of this to anyone, especially to your people. You cannot mention what the GTC is up to, if you do your people will die and there will be nothing I can do to protect them. You have a rat in your village, you have to be careful, at least for not,” she said as she grabbed a rag and finished cleaning herself up.

“Karras, if I never ask you another thing, please keep this between you and me until it is safer,” she asked him as she stepped close to him and placed a gentle touch to his arm. “For your peoples sake this is a burden you have to carry alone for now.” Silvia sighed deeply at his words, he sounds like Ailen was speaking for him with all the negativity. “You stop that right fucking now Karras! Your people might be behind the times but they have survived longer than any other race out there that has no Talents. Your people are strong, look how quickly your leg….” She began and suddenly stopped as a thought crossed her mind. Looking down to where she had healed him she remembered how quickly the wound had closed, it was healing on its own at a much higher rate than any she had seen before without the aid of an empath.

“You are going to think I am nut but I need a vial of blood from you, a sample,” she said as she looked over to him quickly and stepped closer. “I don’t know what I am going on about but I have a feeling, something pulling at my gut that tells me I need some of your blood to check out a few things,” she said before looking up at the hole and sighing. “Okay, we have got to get the hell out of here and seal this up before the rescue crew gets here,” she said quickly changing the subject.

“Okay, wrap an arm around me and hold on,” she said as she looked back up to him. “I can’t send us up one at a time after all that, you’re just going to have to deal with holding onto me until we are out,” she added as she waited.

The Tower Of Earth

The mood at the Earth Tower had been rather solemn since Silvia had transferred out and Crisin had become more irritable than normal, which surprised many. The woman was an unforgiving pain as it was to work for but now she was just making many people miserable. It didn’t help that Marx had been transferred out either, even if it was only supposed to be for a short time. Thankfully though Crisin was not cruel like Tristan, she was just a hard ass and older than the rest in the Tower. The personnel figured that as timed passed she would just return to her old self and some even joked that they never thought that they would look forward to a day when Crisin just acted like Crisin.

Up in the Mor of the Earth Tower Crisin perked a brow as she felt something off, slowly leaning up in her seat as a look of mild distress fell over her features. “Security, bring up cameras 39-g and 43-F on the main screen,” she ordered quickly. “Shit,” she muttered as she watched a gas main explode in the 8th district: a district responsible for providing alternative energy and fuel for the planet when the crystal resonators broke down. It was not a kind area to live, filled with hard people that did not like the Tower poking around but this was one of those events that could not be over looked.

“Emergency Ops, we have a blown gas main in district 8. We need it contained and the injured tended to quickly. Sam and Sarah, get the crew together and head out. Grab some from engineering to cut the main so it doesn’t spread to the other districts,” Crisin ordered quickly, sending a general announcement through the Tower itself. They would need to make sure their crew was together as well as some security and engineering and make their way quickly to the 8th District that was 10 miles to the south of the tower. There the gas main would need to be cut, the fires doused and the injured taken care of before repairs could even begin.

The Plague (Dead)

@ChulanceAwesome! And I know the feeling, ^_^ TWD brings out the Zombie hunter in many.

The Plague (Dead)

@Chulance Not that I know of, pretty sure the GM is still looking for new members, ^_^

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

@Blue Dog Yes romance is possible, always is but I will recommend that to go with the flow and don't force it. I have seen far too many "romances" that were forced or created for no purpose. It you can find a character in rp and have it really click, go for it. (Trust me, it is worth it to find it rather than to create it or force it)