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    1. Missy 11 yrs ago

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Well...i am vetaren now i suppose, of both the old guild, and this new guild, even if i am quite inactive now adays. I will be hosting games perhaps, when my interest flares again.

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GreivousKhan said
Lovecraftian is a bit misleading I realize now. Madness is involved, but not used in the same manner. Really it's a mix of so many genres I can't even give an exact example.


Sounds crazy to me!

Get it?....Like...crazy like insane...

-Goes away and puts on this kickass battle theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP9rJdxmuQU[/url
Goldeagle1221 said
Missy, beware the Lovecraftian horror! Also, enjoy some tasty pixie burgers.


Cap.Pronin wants them pixe burgers
YandereNoodle said
Uh, just going to say that the big black hole in the middle of the earth is the ultimate source of lovecraftian horrors and general blight.


I am the Purple around the doomsday hole
I changed my mind and made a nation, but several things are currently missing. Also the size issue can be discussed
Otherwise, here is the giants!

I Think i'll join this. You seem to be needing a host or two!
Suddenly changing her mind, Taralda stooped trying to pet the overgrown killing machine and instead turned to the assembly of hunters (presumably) that had arrived now, all who seemed to pretty colourful, then again knowing her own background colourful seemed to be what hunters where best at. Starting to gesture and walk around the room as she started to exposit, Taralda tired to sound as serious as possible

''Here is the deal, people, folks or whatever you Americans call yourself. We got a bloodcrazyed brainless vampire horde, who if i got this straight will be coming on mass to drain this town to nothing. Now call me crazy but last time i checked that was not part of ''The American dream''. I say instead of sitting here playing around with cards and tigers we should pack our weapon of choice..''

She quickly grabs her massive gun to demonstrate her point

''...Like this here revolver that has enough fire-power to be banned even in this country, and march over to that horde. Since they are so mindless and stupid we should set up a trap of sorts, fool them in to attacking as carelessly as they have done and then we pounce on them and these bloodsucking abomination against god will be toast!'' She does a quick spin making sure everyone sees her in her casual none-treating but decent looking attire
''Come on?''
''The answer to this question, is obvious! They are morons, blood thirsty and blind morons!'' Taralda said before she eyed over the room and saw a mota-fricking tiger who someone and a girl telling her its safe and all.

''You know girl, i remember once, long ago when i and my dad was in India....back there, these bad-girls where not safe'' Fascinated yet afraid Taralda got up from her chair quickly holstering her gun and starting to casually walk forward to the owner of this massive beast
''Can you clap it without it biting your hand off?'' Tarlda had a sorta strange view on animals that could bite your hand or leg off quicker then you could blink, for in some ways they where the embodiment of what the hunters that where in this inn tried to be, harder and faster then a lighting. She herself should know something about lightings, seeing how she could conjurer them from her nice heavy revolver whenever she wished.
I think i type in the morning as well..perhaps in response to Mr.Fell
Taralda looked up from her gun as the elderly host of this tavern started to tell of a town's plight with fanged freaks. Indeed not just any vampire epidemic but a quite fearsome one. Bad puns about ''edgy vampires'' aside this was indeed quite a serious predicament even if it was not the reason she herself had come here. But again, the reason she came here had been long gone anyhow so she would be a fool and a uncaring fool at that, if she ignored this simple plead for help. Putting her gun down she turns her chair around to the rest of the assembly after the first gentlemen (with admittedly kinda funny hair) had finished

''The good-looking hunk is right on the money, we should get off our behinds, march straight in to those bastards fanged faces and blow them off.'' With a quick snatch she takes her revoler up from the table and spins it around her finger
''And what would make a vampire so stupid as to drink its whole supply up? Truly we are dealing with the vampire's equivalent of the short bus'' Tossing the gun up in the air and catching it in her other hand she finishes off with a smirk before putting it down again.
So this was the famous Ravenwood's inn? A old establishment with the décor and feeling of an European mixed with some United god bless it states of America smells and flavours. It was a mix Taralda knew way to well with her background of travelling around this X- colony with her revolver in her cowgirl holster. Taking a seat by the fireplace in the main hall, she felt both slightly alien and slightly at home here. Ravenwood's legacy reached across the Atlantic to the old world, since several of the hunters of Ravenwood had been or still was in that places like Germany, Russia, France and others countries that deserved note. The rise of the USA as a nation and not a colony had not stopped European hunters and American hunters to work together even if crazy nationalism even infects clever folk. Taralda indeed was just following tradition in one sense, and in another she enjoyed this part of the world. After all the gun laws here we pretty free and pretty fun.

Taking off her backpack and opening it she smirked as she withdrew from the sack in question, A gun cleaning kit witch was encased in a fine silver box. She had made the box herself, out of one of her sisters jewellery collection since that Valley girl really needed to face reality. After that she popped it open and withdrew her massive long-nosed doomsday revolver. The fact that it also had silver ingrained and a ebony handle encrusted with runes just made the thing stand out even more. Since revolvers of this age did not really have a solid safety she never went around with it loaded unless trouble was brewing, and here it was probably never going to happen. With the same look a woman would get from going to the store to get a new handbag she opened the reload chambers and started to clean those out, almost having to hold herself from sinning in girly joy. Her gun was masterpiece custom made for her and her rune-based powers. Sure she could read auras but that often fell to the wayside, it was the runes that really captured her imagination

Removing herself from her gun for but a moment she heard some card shuffling American (probably) starting a conversation with that some other hunters that the old lady who runs this place, gave a seat too. Since they just sat pretty much next to each other she was going to overhear their conversation anyhow. Perhaps they would talk about ''i killed X vampires'' like any other dong measuring contest
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