Afina

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

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Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Okay, Fatal has been busy but no worries, once he does Ailen can.

Gaia, Jeremiah and Ashala - You are free to post when ever.
Sam and Sarah - just wait one post to post again, if you are free tomorrow we can colab
Karras - feel free to post whenever - once you so I will have Silvia respond and bring in the MOLES

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

Just a reminder that everyone is up to post now, no one has to wait on anyone to post in a particular order.

Seeking Refuge

Okay, all set F.R. ^_^

Feel free to start, can't wait to see what you bring in. ^^

Seeking Refuge

The sun set quickly that day, bringing the night too soon, threatening a silence to wash over the lands like a plague: one to make the blood run cold through the veins of the living. Though to some creatures this type of night was perfect, many roamed the lands to make people doubt and fear the shadows. Though this was part of her heritage she held no interest in the petty hunt for living blood that beckoned her heart. That hunt, that lust that drove sane men mad as they wished to drink the liquor of life from a struggling victim.

She was not the same as these Renfields, as she liked to refer to them as. Though she was different from them in this respect she was different in many other respects as well. Her heritage drew from the same blood lines from her father, yet her mother’s blood still coursed through her as well and that was that of a gypsy. She held no interest in taking a stage and making men swoon for her or to lust after her body. Her skills lay in her readings and physical art: the combination of the wild fire fantasy from one and the macabre lusts of another danced together in the blood that traveled through Killashandras soul.

She stood there along the edge of the oceans of time, watching the maelstrom seek its vengeance for the transgressions of sailors whom thought could control such a power of nature. As if they could control the hands of time itself, she could not fathom such ignorance. The distance faded to stormy grey and the half one stood there to face any wrath that the seas may take against her. Though they kept their distance as the waves crashed in, washing over her feet. She had not brought the wrath of the waters and knew how to keep her distance, though every so often she would bring herself out to this place to face any vengeance that the waters wished to place upon her.

Perfectly rounded eyes of ice and jade remained emotionless as she watched the turmoil unfold before her. Paled skin the color of ivory and kissed with the tint of the freshly picked peach held no flaws but markings down the left side of her cheek in the form of black ivy. After taking a small breath through her tiny aristocratic nose she parted her small dusty rose lips. Running her tongue over them to wet them lightly, tasting the remains of the salted spray.

Her swan like neck was covered in a French style golden cloth choker with laced accents along the edge, resting against her collar bones: pulled together with a simple brown suede leather strap that fell loosely at the bottom and swept over her chest. That same style material was used as make shift sleeves for a gown which had none, fitting at her upper arms and sweeping down to her delicate wrists. The gown in which she was adorned in was unique as she was; a royal amethyst fabric covered her, flowing freely from her tiny waist. The bodice of the gown swept up her midsection and barely over her breast to reveal a valley of skin many a men had dreamed to loose themselves in but were never granted the right. The fabric continued over her shoulders and into a partial hood that covered much of her cyan locks that were cropped in a pixie fashion. Upon her brow from this hood rested a small decorative pewter broach of some sort. On the upper right portion of her chest another marking black ivy swept over her skin and became lost into the fabric of her sleeves. Delicate fingers, long nails covered in a paint to match her gown curled over the spin of the journal she cradled in her grasp.

Though her blood was what it was she did not carry the wings of such a creature, she had had them altered. Looking like the wings of an angel bound in chains of ivy pewter. She moved not and looked from the distance as a concrete angel placed in some form of memorial to those lost at sea. She was alive as those that would lay eyes upon her and as dead as the ones they mourned. Lips parted and a soft hue formed around her as wings became hidden from the world around, letting her appear no more than a common aristocrat. Turning from the waters she began to drift towards the forest line and off to destinations unknown and unseen; knowing not where her feet would take her but only dreaming they would keep her a step ahead of those that followed. Each day was like any other, to seek out a world where she could be pulled from the doldrums of every day rhetoric and stay free from the confines of cold walls and even a colder life.

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

Okay, post is up. Everyone in RP is welcome to post now. No order but I do request just one post from each until I post again. (Open Rotation as it were)

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

The sun hung in the sky as Angpetu galloped into the town of Brogden, the day was not yet finished but it would be soon enough; soon the blue would turn to crimson and amber and night would fall bringing out the unspeakable thing that were whispered about. The Padre had given her some much needed information regarding odd happenings in the town over the last several weeks; unknown deaths seemed to be plaguing the area and he feared it was more than a new disease. The town doctor seemed unable to answer any cause of deaths and the dear father was tired of burying his parishioners.

Pulling back on the reins, she brought her steed to a slow trot as she came into the town proper, looking at the residents with apprehension. Could one of them be the cause or was it still hiding. Coming to a stop in front of the local tavern she dismounted and tied off her horse before grabbing her pack and rifle. She ignored the looks she received but paid attention to the hushed words; talk of a quick-draw duel that had occurred not long before she arrived floated to her ears . Interesting, she thought to herself as she pushed her way into the tavern. Angpetu needed to recruit people but this was not something she could come out openly and say so she concluded that her best course of action would be to hold up here a few days and see if any individuals would stand out to her.

Brushing past the ruffians of the Saloon she continued to ignore the looks she received; side stepping several free roaming hands that attempted to touch her as she walked. Procuring a room on the second floor and making sure that it would be facing the main thoroughfare of the town she proceeded upstairs to what would be her home for the next several days. Opening the door she groaned slightly at the surrounding and the mixed aroma of tobacco smoke and cheap perfume as she stepped in. Closing and latching the door behind her, she set her belongings down and headed over to the window, opening it to clear out the vile combination that was assaulting her senses. Evening was quickly approaching and the sun was setting and it seemed there was a ruckus occurring in the middle of town now.

Sliding outside of the window onto the wrapped upper veranda of the tavern she knelt down and watched with rifle in hand. Just what she needed tonight, a mob bent on slaughtering another native. She remained quiet as she watched, listening to the charges and rolled her eyes; fear and ignorance, the perfect fuel for such situations. They were livid and bent on this one person being the sacrifice for all that was wrong in their lives, she knew it would not be enough. She knew if another came around they would do the same.

The Sheriff stepped out of the office, chewing on a bit of straw as he did and leaned against a post as he watched. “Shut it!” he bellowed over the furious crowd before spitting on the ground and pushing off the post. “Ya’ll know I don’t put up with mobs and pitch forks. I am the law in this town, not you,” he grumbled as the crowds yelling slowly began to quiet; several of the mobs participants screaming out various charges still. The Sheriff shook his head and un-holstered his side arm, firing several shots into the air above them; the crowd giving out a collective gasp but it had the intended effect. “Harold, did you see this man steal your corn?” he asked quickly and the man shook his head. “John, did you see him bed your daughter?” he asked turning his head in the direction of the man yelling about his daughters honor. John shook his head no. “And did a single one of ya see this man summon a spirit?” he asked projecting his voice over the crowd in general; they all shook their heads no.

“Then I suggest ya’ll let the heathen go,” the Sherriff demanded as he took a stroll over to the man that was bound. “Injun, you must be loco to be setting foot near here but that’s the only crime I see you committing right now,” he said sternly as he took the binds and began to release the man. The crowd stepped back but they made their protests very vocal as they began to yell again. One in particular decided to take it upon himself to issue the justice he felt was needed, the death of the bound one; drawing his side arm quickly and aiming to finish this Indian off before the Sherriff had a chance to release him.

Angpetu had been watching the scene unfold; pulling a single cartridge from her belt and loading it into her rifle. She watched the one the Sherriff referred to as John; his speech was slurred and his footsteps sloppy. “Cic maith sa toin ata de dlitch air,” she muttered under her breath as she rose from her crouched position and took aim, she would not fire unless it got out of control but sadly it was quickly approaching that point. Seeing the man draw his gun she took aim and before he could get a shot off Angpetu aimed and let out a short breath as she squeezed the trigger of her rifle. The firing of the rifle broke through the air as the bullet made contact with the drunkards’ pistol and sent if flying out of his hand. The crowd and Sherriff ducking down somewhat as John screamed out and started shaking his hand vigorously, letting out a yelp. Stepping out of the shadow of the Saloon so she could be seen.

“I suggest ya’ll go home, next time I won’t be so sloppy with me aim,” she yelled out as she pulled another cartridge from her belt and rose her rifle; pointing it back at the crowd. “That means git!” she added as she took aim once again. The Sherriff looked up swiftly and nodded towards her.

“Ya’ll heard the woman, git!” he added and the crowd slowly dispersed, save one. John was not going to let this heathen get away, stumbling he picked up his gun and tried to fire again but it was too late. Angpetu squeezed the trigger once again and this time hit him in the chest, his corpse crumbling quickly to the ground.

“I warned him,” she spat as she lowered her weapon.

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

@NoxiousThat'll work, I am typing up a post now. Hope to have it up shortly.

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

@Noxious was approved via pm and is free to post an intro post anytime or can wait until I post and come in at the next rotation. Either way works.

The Plague (Dead)

Danica perked a brow slightly but listened, sighing slightly as she leaned back in her seat. “No, not basing everything off what I have seen on TV but just making a general analysis of the situation. The CDC back in the states even has a Zombie Survival Guide up on their website, it’s all in fun of course, but it gives basic survival information that can be used in all situations. With the movies and TV, their more like a long list of possibilities, none of us know what can and will happen. Just felt it was best to be prepared for the worst,” she said as she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table.

“Tokyo has a big population, not going to lie, that worries me. Everyone out there is a potential Zombie and the potential for a big hoard is all I am saying. I’ve always been more comfortable on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Doesn’t mean I am going to be an idiot and go trekking into the wilderness, even if I have climbed here in Japan before,” she said trying to explain her view on things without causing issue. “And even if we did leave, we would need to as a group and with healthy people that are healed and trained up a bit on survival in general. Her ankle, his foot, that kind of puts a damper on a lot no matter what we plan.”

“Now, if you want to set up rice paddys here, that sounds like a good idea. Would take a lot of water though is my only concern, so goes back to some type of water catch and filtration system. With the fish, we could dry them out to preserve them better, same with other meats, so we wouldn’t have to worry about spoilage. Also along with the rice, might want to look into cultivating a type of bean as well. Together they would provide an overall base diet of both calories and protein, something we are going to need.” She said before looking over at Sean and sighing deeply, that man was either going to end up killing himself or be the cause of someone else if he didn’t start paying more attention and toughen up some.