Armageddon Gospel: Thy Kingdom Come

[Guest]

Caleb

Looking at the boy, Caleb can sense the presence inside him. This close it is unmistakable. The child is posessed. Somehow, however, he had the spirit under control.

"I'll travel with you young master," Caleb said with a laugh. "Besides, if what lurks within the hills is what the old man says it is, then I'll have to face it eventually. My question to you is, do you have any idea what we're up against. The skinwalkers, as they call them, are no mere legion of restless dead. I have faced them before, and they are not easy prey."

"We are not hunting zombies, we are hunting thralls. Cursed beings in the service of the yoloram. We'll be fighting more than mere flesh-puppets, we're going up against the footsoldiers of the daemon Uziel.

"But, if you're of a mind to my friend, I'll join you."

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Daemon? Will this help?

...maybe. I don't know. Demons are not in my league, much to my shame.

Don't worry about it, Wise Warrior. We can handle it.

I appreciate your confidence, but do not be so arrogant!

Hmph.

Glenn bowed slightly, a smile crossing his face.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "With a man as knowledgable as you, our group will be far better prepared."

He glanced around. "Anyone else?" Even though he has offered nothing as a reward or even as payment, his aura glows, summoning respect his young age would not, and a strange desire to follow him...

...the trademark of the Wise Warrior.

 

[cats]

Celst

IC: I hit the bartender as soon as I was released he was on the floor but I hit him again and again siting ontop of him to keep him down. Despite his large size he was a horible fighter.

Wipeing the blood from my fists onto his shirt I stood up. "I'm letting you live to get me a drink next time I ask." I kick him one more time. "But now I'm geting my won drink."

I poured myself a beer in a talll glass and took it in a single shot. The little bit of alchole in my system would make me feel better about the man I'm leaveing behind.

'Any one else?' I lookeds at the boy. "You say something?"

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Glenn tilted his head at the red-haired girl talking to him.

"Miss?" he said softly, but his voice carried. "Have you any desire to join us in a fight against demons?"

Glenn, that's no way to entice people to join you.

Obviously. But if a person won't join for that reason alone... they aren't worth being with us... right?

True... or we don't have money to pay them anyway.

Ah, you caught me.

Well, I DO live in your head.

 

[cats]

Celst

IC: "Well I do have an urge to leave town so I might as well Take the snyic route.

OOC: She's supose to be blond right now. But she's been called blonde twice and red head twice, so lets say she's strawberry blonde right now. Switching from red to blond.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

For a moment, the young man looked confused.

"Oh, well... you mean, you're coming, then?" He blinked and smiled slightly. "Well, if you're confident in your abilities, I'm sure we'll make a fine team."

He frowned slightly. "Now, let's spread the word and see if anyone else is interested." He turned to McGinty. "Grandfather, are there any maps of the area in this town? We'll have to find key areas that the monsters inhabit."

Despite the fact that Glenn really had no idea what he was doing, his professional air and his aura of leadership began to excite the people around him. Was something really going to get done? Would these problems really end?

Fools, thought Glenn. The problems won't ever end. But I've got nothing better to do... so I might as well try...

At least your heart is in the right place, Glenn. Beware such an arrogant and depressing attitude, however. You may find it will harm you in the long run.

Hmph.

 

[ChaosBringer]

Dayne

ic:

"Dammit."

The man sat on his haunches, against the wall of the tavern, looking out into the early morning gray that always seemed to permeate the brain.

He was fiddling with his dagger, something he always did when he was trying to make a desicion, something he did when he was nervous. It calmed him, it helped him focus his mind. Strange that an instrument of such violence and pain could relax him so, but it did, and he didn't question it.

With a quick flip of the wrist he thrust the dagger back into it's sheathe which hung from his back at hip level. He stood up then, taking in a small breath, while scanning his surroundings.

Yes, he had heard everything that was said inside the tavern and he wasn't impressed. He was simply passing through the town, heading back home from a job, and now he would be delayed.

"Skinwalkers!" He scoffed, "Probably some new disease running rampant. Damn these villagers and their superstitions."

Running his hand over his short cropped hair, another nervous habit, he took sighed and looked towards the tavern with a none-to-impressed look.

"Three people..."

He shook his head, and moved towards the door of the tavern with quick, decisive steps. As he reached the door, and put his hand on the handle he paused.

"You're an idiot Dayne, an idiot."

With that, he entered the tavern, and a still pervaded the patrons. They knew what he was, simply by looking at his lithe body, garbed in soft black leather. By the way he moved, silently, quickly. The man called out...

"To the man who is arranging this....kamikaze..."

He glanced around, looking for the culprit, but not waiting long enough for a response.

"I will join you, for maybe I'll be able to leave this depressing place, with your help."

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Glenn glanced up, surprised.

Wise Warrior! Where did he come from?

I'm surprised. He must be able to dampen his aura, yet I would've sensed the spell of dampening being cast. I've never heard of a nonmagical ability to hide... yet he doesn't seem to have any magical ability at all... but he's human, so he's not some otherworldly being. There's something strange about this man. Something about his mind... give me time...

As long as he's good enough to evade notice, he'll be helpful. He's a killer, but we all will be when this is finished -- and we all choose our paths differently. I have no right to judge him now, especially in our hour of need.

"Thank you... very much," said Glenn softly. "Perhaps the more allies we find, the less destined we are for death." He smiled grimly. "If nothing else, I swear to take at least fight our way out of town -- so you can leave if things go badly. Hopefully, however, that won't be necessary."

You're generous, Glenn.

Not as generous as he is... though I doubt he realizes it.

That's it! He doesn't realize it!

Pardon?

He's so focused that when he hides, he doesn't realize that he dampens his aura. It's a natural thing. He has such natural power over his natural bodily reflexes that he can enhance his physical abilities without any magic whatsoever. Assassins normally practice spiritual force magic to enhance themselves, but this man appears to have substituted pure focus for magic -- but that requires a very odd state of mind. I don't quite understand it myself, Glenn, but be very careful around this man.

...I'm afraid I understand less than you, Wise Warrior. I don't know how that could be possible, but if there's a secret of the world I don't know, I hope he sticks around so I can figure out how it works...

"Yes," he says again, "I doubt it will be necessary."

Glenn glanced around, his blond ponytail swinging slightly. "Any other volunteers?"

I'm quite lucky that all these people are here... I wonder why?

Hmm, I've no clue. Can't imagine where a blessing of luck would come from.

...did you just... make a joke?

 

[little_golden]

Talana

Talana had slowly slid along the walls trying to make herself disappear in the crowded tavern. She felt a man's rough hands touch her bottom and immediately she turned around to slap the hands of the unknown pervert.

"A bit out of your element eh witch" a rough looking blacksmith laughed as he tried to intimidate Talana.

Carefully, Talana brushed her hands on her garment as if trying to wipe off dust or dirt.

"It is a filthy place - no wonder with the likes of you!" she replied angrily.

Her eyes shifted to the commotion in the room. An old man was talking and then the bartended seemed to be brawling with a patron. It was a crazy place. The evils of wine and grog she thought to herself.


Then she was surprised as a man spoke to her of adventuring.

"Where are you heading?" she asked carefully.

They could be slavers or bandits she thought to herself. She had no one to protect her. Her magic was very limited too....

Then again he could be man looking for a quick ........

(OCC: Away for a few days... you are welcome to move me along with the story if you like.)

 

[cats]

Celst

IC: Laying on the bar top I was paying atention to what was happening. I wasn't all that worried about my first enconter with any type of undead. The fact that there where so many of us gave me courage.

Then another person stood up to say somethign on his way over he said 'Your an idiot Dayne, an idiot.' He muttered a bit more on his way over.

'I will join you, for maybe I'll be able to leave this depressing place, with your help.' I layed for a few more seconds before speacking. "If you are Dayne, and calling your self an idiot you probably are one." I shot a glance over to see his responce.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

"Hey!" snapped Glenn to the strawberry blonde girl laying on the countertop. "Calm yourself, girl."

He glanced back to Dayne. "Again, I appreciate your help..."

Then Glenn blinked, glancing at the young blonde approaching him. What an attractive young lady, he thought, a bit curious. Is she a witch?

She appears to have magical ability. She doesn't seem very happy, either... but she doesn't appear to have any combat edge, either.

Then we shall refine her, if she wishes to join us.

"There are skinwalkers about, Miss," replied Glenn, bowing slightly in a gesture of chivalry. "We are travelers, and unable to leave by ourselves, I have suggested we band together to halt the source of this power." He smiled. "If you would be interested in joining us, we will be setting up a campaign to defeat the skinwalkers in the surrounding area and then head for their breeding place itself..."

"If you join, you may stay as long as you like... but hopefully we will all begin to trust each other."

He glanced warningly back at Celst. "Especially as long as we are all polite to one another."

Don't anger that woman! She has terrible power!

Then I'll fight her, if need be, though I'd rather not. But I won't allow any discourtesy amongst our group, for any reason. This Dayne fellow might not be too keen on staying with us anyway...

For a man who thinks the world is worthless, you're certainly quite protective of your allies, Glenn...

I haven't got many, Warrior.

 

[cats]

Celst

IC: I sat up as the man that first offered to fight began to talk. In a polite set of words he told me to shut up. He whent on talking about manners and such.

I looked at the stranger with the dagger on his back. I then looked at the man with the two daggers in his belt, the one who did all the talking thus far. "Okay I get it."

I stood up and walked over to the man I had earlier insulted. "I'm quite sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to but your quite right dayne is an idiot." I gestured to the man who just finished talking to the other blonde in the bar. My hair was getting lighter by the minute and soon that alful red tone would be gone. At least for a while.

 

[ChaosBringer]

Dayne

The man had remained quiet throughout the commotion, it was not his nature to speak, it was his job to remain silent. He was stupid to speak out loud about his doubts, and it was a mistake he would not soon forget.

With a smirk, he accepted the girls apologies, no matter how offensive they seemed. Yes, this would be a long few hours..or days. He shrugged off the dread feeling at the pit of his stomach, and turned towards the man who seemed to be taking the leadership posisition on himself.

"Well then, I guess I should properly introduce myself. You may call me Dayne, but I suggest you quickly forget the name after we part company."

A cynical smile pulled at the side of his mouth at this, but he continued.

"Since you, good sir, are taking it upon yourself to lead this suicide mission, then tell me, do you have any plan of attack? Or do we plan to run in blindly, swinging our weapons? Not that woudln't work, seeing as these two over here," motioning towards the other two adventurers, "Seem to be well equipped to take down a small army."

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Glenn smiled and glanced back at old man McGinty, who seemed to be shuffling through some drawers at the side of the tavern.

"Grandfather here is looking for a map. Once we get one, we can receive rumors as to where concentrations of the monsters are located and destroy their minor hives. If we do that, engaging in concentrated front assaults, we'll be able to disorganize and confuse the enemies and perhaps avoid ambushes when we travel to the caves."

"And even if the tactic doesn't work as well as I plan," the good-looking young man continued, "we'll at least save the people of this town some trouble."

Your heart is in the right place, Glenn, and you have a good, yet simple, plan. I am very proud of you.

...but I'm bullshitting... I don't really care. It's just an excuse to use the talents you've given me for something worthwhile, you know?

Even so... you might be surprised at yourself, Glenn. When in danger, see how you naturally react... and you may be proud of yourself too...

Heh. Not a chance. Me? I'm worthless. Just as worthless as anything else. Dunno why I bother... things will go back as they were. It's the equilibrium of time. But might as well... since you're here, I've got no excuse to kill myself. Wouldn't be fair to you.

Glenn... then I'll stay as long as I need to, to keep you alive. I care about you, Glenn...

Hah! You'll find a better vessel...

Glenn smiled grimly, and glanced back at the full-figured blonde lass who had spoken to him before. She is something, he thought to himself. But I must keep my mind on matters here. "Feel free to join us in our decisions," he said, smiling gently. He tried not to act superior -- they were no doubt the same age. "And anyone else," he said, glancing around, "who would like to improve their abilities for a worthy cause, I would be honored by your company..."

Finally, he glanced to Dayne. "Sir Dayne, I am Glenn Robson. It is a pleasure."

 

[cats]

Celst

IC: After I apalligised to the nam he seemed to ignore me only moveing forward to talk to Dayne. He begun with an introduction. He introduced himself as Dayne.

As he rambelled on I found myself interupting. "Okay any one who calls himself an idiot is an idiot in my mind. So I was right the first time. But as long as we are giveing names, mine is Celst."

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

"Hush, girl!" hissed Glenn. "Please! I appreciate your aid to our cause, but if you're going to be so abrasive... please desist." He bowed slightly to her in apology for his outburst, but his eyes contained a look of annoyance still.

It's hard, trying not to make anyone angry, isn't it?

I must be a leader, Wise Warrior. Now that people are depending on me, things have become important again...

Ah... addicted to leadership. Better than most else you could be addicted to, I suppose...

Well, I blame you, Wise Warrior. You're the one that gives me influence.

Glenn turned back to McGinty, who appeared to have finally found something.

"Grandfather, have you discovered what we need?"

 

[cats]

Celst

IC: 'Hush, girl! Please! I appreciate your aid to our cause, but if you're going to be so abrasive... please desist.' I was a bit suprised and also confused by the actions but once I regained my abilty to use words. I did so.

"Don't be so rude." I gave him a hard slap with my right hand, I placed all of my weight into it which wasn't much. His head turned to the side with the blow. "I'm guessing that'll only hurt for a little while, but I'm shure after that it'll sting like a bitch the rest of the day." How dare he offend a pure lady like me. Has he no morals. If I where rude or something then he'd be just but I wasn't rude.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Glenn blinked, totally surprised.

W-what?! Who does she think she is! Her parents should've spanked her every day! What a callous wench...

Hold your temper, Glenn!

"Miss, I think you ought to reconsider your actions..." His head was still bowed, and his jaw was tight. "I apologize for insulting you, but you must learn to get along with others if you wish to engage in teamwork..."

She throbs with dark magic. This behavior is natural!

I don't care! She'll be polite, damn it!

Glenn... you are usually Wise, but sometimes...

 

[cats]

Celst

IC: "I'm never rude. You where and rude people deserved to be spanked every day.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Glenn's jaw dropped.

Did she just say...?

Dark powers, Glenn, dark powers! I'm telling you! Expect her to act like this!

"Uhh," he managed, almost as stunned as everyone else, except for perhaps Dayne, who watched everything with a cool, curious eye.

"Uhh," he said again, "I suppose, Miss Celst..."

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Wraith

Finally, a town! After weeks of walking the wastelands I was finally approaching some civilization, if you call some shacks & a few old dogs lying in the shade civilization.
I walked down the street taking in the sights, such as they were. A few old men and children were lounging around or playing, but that was all. Another dying town trying to survive on the edge of the wastelands. Well, at least someone would have some booze, even if I can't ever feel the drink.

The bar was easy to locate, it was the sturdiest building in the town. Well, my throat wasn't getting any less parched by standing here. I pulled my hat down lower over my eyes & swung the door open & stepped into the tavern, stopping just inside to survey the crowd.

 

[Arc da Rat]

Kanetago

East of the Village

As the sun rises in the east, it seem that the light hits something shiny. A tall slender figure appears then starts heading westwards toward the village. Kanetago stops at the top of a small incline to catch the scents on the breeze, before heading into the heart of this small pocket of civilization. ::Ah - smell that fresh Sol air, burnt flesh, & unwashed bodies.:: The hood of the cape falls back, exposing her golden locks to all & her bright smiling face.

Traveling down, thru the grouping of houses, the villagers stop & stare. Kanetago smile & waves cheerfully as she passes them swinging her staff as she walks by. “Good morn, isn’t it a beautiful day?” Greeting them cheerfully as she strides down to where the tavern is. ::I hope they can make me a good cup of tea & maybe a bit of toasted bread with jam.:: This angel had a bit of a sweet tooth.

Approaching the tavern, a tall blonde manly figure in a black duster & matching cowboy hat comes from the other direction heads into the building before her. Kanetago sense demonic presence with him, she focuses her attention on him. ::He has a good soul, so where is that demonic ... :: Her thoughts train off when she sees two sheath long swords strapped to the human’s back. ::There that’s where is coming from.:: She quickens her pace as he steps into the interior of the bar.

Kanetago catches up to the man as he stands in just inside of the entrance, partially blocking the way. “Excuse me sir, may I pass?” He turns slightly & looks down at her.

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Wraith

I heard someone walking up behind me a few moments after I stepped into the tavern. I was still taking in the occupants. Most seemed to be your typical village folk, but a few stood out.
The most obvious one was the big man with the huge freaking knife on his back. He was putting off "BIG Bad-Ass" vibes all over the place. A little off from him a young man in forest garb was talking with a redhead & a blonde, while a nondescript man in black watched over them. Funny thing was I could almost taste power in the inn. It helped that there were practically no windows & it was dark. I could feel the Shadows acressing my skin, lending me power, but not enough to change.

"Excuse me sir, may I pass?”

The sound of her voice floated across my ears like a fine wine teases your tastebuds. i turned & looked into a beautiful set of lavender eyes surrounded by a halo of golden hair & alabaster skin. I stepped back to give the Angelus room to pass into the tavern. I could feel Dirge awakening on my back, as he always did when a creature strong of either Heaven or Hell came near me.
* Calm yourself my friend, she is taking no action against me, and appears to only seek the company of other beings around her*

I could feel the energy lowering in the blade, and the tingling throught my body lowered to its usual levels. I then noticed the villagers looking at me strangely, & realized that the shadows had grown deeoer around me, cloaking me a bit. I counciously dampened them back down to normal & walked over to the bar, well away from another person
" Whiskey" I reached into a pouch & pulled out a small golden nugget & placed it on the bar. The bartender approached me & his eyes lit up on seeing the pebble of gold. I placed my hand over his & looked into his eyes as he reached for it. "Leave the bottle please." His face whitened under my glowing gaze, and he clumsily sat the bottle down, and with his golden prize in place he headed across the bar to get away from me.
I am fine with that. Solitude suits me.

I poured myself a glass & took a sip, then turned to survey the patrons of this tavern.

 

[ChaosBringer]

Dayne

ic:
The man stood, leaning against the wall, watching the events unfold. He shook his head as the argument grew heated, and then came to a physical blow. Lowering his head, he watched the next two strange beings enter the small tavern, a woman of other-worldly beauty, and a foreign being with a halo of darkness surrounding him.

"It seems that fate herself is providing the means and measure for this motley crew. I wonder what other events may transpire through this strange grouping..."

He curled his lip, and with an almost inaudible snarl he barked at the two bickering parties.

"If you two children are done bickering over who was rude and who was not, you will notice that we have new company."

With a flick of his head, he indicated at the new arrivals.

"Maybe you should approach them, Glenn." He said, with a crude smile.

He drew the long, thick dagger from it's well oiled leather sheathe that hung from his back, taking a look at it's wicked serrated edges, he began to pick at his fingernails, seemingly unaware, or uncaring of the events about to transpire.

However, the shadows that were cast upon his face easily hid his deep forest green eyes, which he watched with very intently, the actions made by all...

 

[Guest]

McGinty

"Here it is."

Finally finished fishing in the labyrinth of pockets that festooned his clothing, McGinty produced a cracked and brittle piece of paper from his coat.

"You'll have to forgive an old man's slowness. It's been an age since anyone would want anythin' like this."

Handing the map to Glenn, McGinty looked intently into the young man's eyes. Perhaps, if he'd had a better idea of what exactly he was seeing in those deep brown eyes, he wouldn't have bothered with his warning.

"Be careful lad. Black marks inidcate where we had problems with the skinwalkers just as they was getting dangerous. Them was considered placed to avoid until the damned things started breakin' into houses and such. Weren't no point in avoidin' 'em then, but I held onto my map jus' the same.

"Keep your wits about you boy, even though these maps ain't much use to us anymore, I reckon those black marks are still places to avoid."