Necrophage

Feral

I'm playing Bloodborne too. Badass game.

Feral

Reaper. what is that signature from? I keep seeing it and the flashiness is distracting. O_O

Cursed

@BlackCat@Silverlight138

Seems like these two might be done. Guess I'll find out in just a moment.

Cursed

Echo... echo.. echo.

Cursed

Excellent writing. I like the part about firing at legs.

Everyone keep in mind this isn't strictly my story. I merely push the plot. Add your flare. I'm sure everyone knows how that goes by now. =)

Cursed

Alrighty. Thanks for letting us know.

Cursed

I was wondering the same. If it's a matter of situation I left it a little vague so others can expand on what happens.

Cursed

Avrion Whitlock

Name: Avrion Whitlock
Gender: Male
Age: 54
Appearance: Avrion stands at 5'10. He is a very kind and benign looking figure, generally sporting a gentle smile. His short cropped hair and well-trimmed beard have grayed and are turning white on the fringes. He has a common muscular build where he is certainly no veteran of war but has kept fit through daily activity. Despite this he has developed a bit of a gut. Inevitable effects of age and too much time in the study.
Equipment: Avrion wears around town a black coat, white shirt, black top hat, gray trousers and a pair of brown boots he keeps polished that seem to have a weathered attitude to match the old professor. Avrion has set aside some items for his ventures into the depths. He has a trusty revolving flintlock pistol with five shots and enough spare powder charges to reload it twice, a small oil lamp, a journal and pen(which he will likely carry anyways), and a small silver dagger. Never know when you're going to need something silver. Then he has some rations. Food. Enough said.
History: Avrion has a history of good luck surrounded by terrible circumstances. He has been in the depths before on a venture gone bad. Most of the people involved were slaughtered. Ray had been part of that group. Ray and Avrion have a long-running history together. Even though they're old friends Avrion still pays him for his help.

Avrion has family. He rarely talks about them. Neither does he say how many there are or even if they're still alive. Family seems to be a very sore spot for him.

Avrion learned much of his knowledge from personal experience and cataloguing of said experiences. He enjoys the danger associated with adventuring. Avrion is involved with many other explorers and students of occult and unearthly subjects.

Ray Conover

Name: Ray Conover
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Ray is a blond scraggly looking fellow who stands at 6'2. If he were to groom himself he would make for a handsome man. Though he doesn't really have a beard his face is no regularly shaven so he sports a shadow all the time. He has the muscular build of the kind of person that would wrestle with savage animals.
Equipment: Ray sports a red wide-brimmed hat and brown long coat. Beneath that he has a short shirt on. He wears leather gloves that he's cut the fingers off of for his right index finger and thumb. He has the standard black trousers of the day. He wears a bandoleer of bolt drums for his crossbow as well as a few special arrows fit into a small side pouch. His crossbow is weathered but in great operable condition. It has attached to it a small iron sight and a steel sheath on the butt.
History: Ray Conover has a shady history of getting every job he accepts done whether sooner or later. Nine years ago he was a young sergeant at the garrison. He got tired of sitting on his ass while people died so he quit and became a bow-for-hire. Avrion met him on an expedition to a tomb. One thing led to another and they became well-acquainted partners.

Cursed

If it ever gets easier on you, you're welcome back.

Cursed

Phoenix and Doctor Caldwell had made their own preparations to enter. Avrion looked to both of them, giving each a confirming nod. The professor wanted to personally take the front. He moved up to the busted door and drew the multi-barreled flintlock he'd brought with him for the venture. "I don't expect anything in the house but the tunnels below are another story. Move in single file line. These floorboards are old. We might as well walk on parchment. Deep below is a cellar so watch your step." With that he pushed the busted door open and walked slowly, choosing each step carefully. The floorboards creaked consistently with each step.

Ray Conover drew close behind Avrion, crossbow leveled and scanning the corners. Avrion spoke with a subtler voice. "We're meeting someone at the end of that tunnel. I will go first as she is quite uncomfortable with strangers and has her own process of doing things." The front hall here was wide and was connected to several of the major rooms in the mansion.

There was a creaking sound from the boards overhead. "That's not right. There shouldn't be any furniture above us." Unsettled dust drifted from the ceiling eerily.

"Uh -" Is all Ray manages before the boards beneath his feet splinter apart, cascading the hall from the hellish amount of disturbed dust. Ray was gone. Swift footfalls hammer the floor above and creaking comes from the side rooms. From the stairs up and some of the rooms around charge brigands with hoods and masks hiding their faces. They brandish their blades and rush forward.

Coughing, Avrion shouts as he reaches the door down to the cellar. "Move!" Taking aim at the bandit on the staircase he fires, planting deadly lead in his rib cage.