Lost city.( vampire, lycan etc roleplay,Open to all)

[Devilgrl]

As Trisha got back to HQ the father (Their clans Leader/Elite fighter) came up and took Jake. "I'm sorry trish I knew he was a close friend of yours she stood their thinking about why had it been him. Suddenly she snapped back to reallity when the father said "Follow me I will cremate Jake later I have a suprise for you". They walked down to the basement where many of the other priests and warriors came. There were few priests and about 4 warriors including herself but not JAke or the father. "I have a special weapon for you". "He oppened his chamber and went to a pool of holy water he handed Trish a Desert Eagle but it was black and had a crucificx etched in it "the bullets are blessed and encased in silver just like your knife"said the father.
"Thank you father" she bowed and took it.
"Now go back to your patrols" Said the father as his eyes narowed.
"Yes father".
Trisha left going back into the fog.

(Note Trish is very very succeptable to attack from other players just A. Don't just kill her off B. Don't make her seem a non combat expert.)

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Anise gazes towards Jack as he makes a path back towards the hunter.Smiling somewhat as Jack lifts the mans form then moves back towards the door.Watching as a faint gasp falls past her red lips at the image of the hunters body taking out the door.The action that the lycan had taken extreme but necesary almost seemingly a bit comical to Anise.Trying to stiffle a laugh as teeth sink into her tongue as the act of silencing the laughter makes Anise frown slightly at the annoying pain before unable to stop herself ftrom speaking" Well thats one way of getting inside Jack.The image of Jack doing the same to her brings out another laugh as Anise imagines her own form crashing through the door.Steping closer to Jack before Anise intends to enter the room.

 

[Devilgrl]

Trish surveyed another ally in vain. She looked at a building that looked exactly like the one she had back in london. She smiled as she thought of the fun times she and Amber had in her room . Suddenly she heard a flop behind her than 10 bags of bricks hit her in the back. The door to odd building smashed as Trish hit it she drew her crossbow and fired a bolt at the Vampire that looked also vaguely familiar with bright brown hair and looked exactly her age. The bolt hit the vampires jacket and pinned it against a wall out in the ally. That will save some time she stoped to look at a door that said 111 her old appartment number "HOLY SHIT"she screamed she saw the place where she and amber carved there names before she moved in the wooden door. Trish opened the door slowly.

She saw her room and saw a light coming from it.The door was craked so oyu could see what was in it well. Trish gulped and peered inside. "what the" she whipered. As she peered through the crack she saw the last time she and Amber kissed before she left the two forms liplocked. Then she saw her little brother creep up and peer though the crack.He gasped and ran out the door. Wait a minute she thought. "SHIT"she screamed the day before she moved was the day her brother went missing. Just as she said that the vampire leaped on her from behind. "Hello Trisha" she said with what she detected was a nice sweet voice that sounded like. "NO" it sounded like Ambers'. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT THE hELL IS HAPPENING" she screamed at the vampire.
"OH Trisha don't you remeber me thats why I staged the memory in the first place before you became my partner John helped me stage it.
"You do not know my brother and you are not Ambe my brother is dead".
The vampire picked Trisha up and made her see through the window. The form of her little brother was on the floor crying with a vampire on him. "He is one of us now you will be one of us except your gonna be mine" then the vampire pushed her onto the floor then leaped on Trisha. "Cmon it will ber fun like in your room" the vampire purred
"If your Amber" Trish seethed "Then you will know the first thing I said after our first kiss".
"Thats easy never leave me" Amber said as she leaned down and started licking the neck to soften it up before biteing it.
"Sorry Amber" Trisha said as she kicked upwards with her feet. She then heard the sound of Wires hummer pull up(Wire is one of the warriors he is the tech expert) "Trisha Me and 8-ball are you here"(8-ball close range weapons expert and loves shotguns and his dads old winchester).
"Sorry but I must be going thats my ride" she blew ope the window with he deagle and leaped out onto the hummer. Before she was on the hummer she heard a little sound of amber saying now like she was crying.

As they drove away Trish looked at the hellish building and saw Amber standing in the broken window with tears going down her face.

 

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Hello Everone.

Hi everyone. I hope that no one minds that I join.

 

[a69adept]

Morereg

Name: Morereg Alfarnog
Age: Unknown (over 5000 years)
Sex: Male
Species: Elf
Alignment: Good (Clint Eastwood Type Good), Does not like lycanthrops much, But considers Vampires to a much greater evil.
Class: Elven High Mage, Priest, and adventurer/explorer (read Thief)
Description: He is 5' 7' and 140lb. Blond sholder length hair and purple eyes.
I will give a better discription next post.

Abilitys:He is a very, very powerful spellcaster and quite a good sneak thief. He is not that good with modern weapons (in fact he sucks with them). But with daggers, staff, bow, swords he is pritty good. Enough to protect himself. However his main protection (as well as his main weapons) comes from his spells. So getting in close and thumping on him is the best way to keep him from casting. But hurting him is a different matter and his spells offer him some very powerful protections. But going through a wall and having a large chunck of stuff fall on him is a good way to keep him out of the way for a while. While his strength is pritty good he does not have super strength or anything. So while he is very strong he can lift 300lb. to 350lb. it is nothing like being able to throw a car around.

 

[blackopal19]

i am backing out of this rp. It is just not the same anymore. Have fun remaining players.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(occ: Heck no I don't mind! In point of fact, your asking came through when the last two posts didn't! lol Can't wait to see what your Elf can do! Oh, and Devilgrl, I solomnly swear not to eat your little Hunter, but I can't really interact with her until we meet. Any chance she can get put on "Spooky old house patrol"? It's a shame to lose ya Opal, I was hoping for a chance for Garnet and Jack to have a conversation or three.)

Seeing Anise step closer to the doorway, Jack held up a warning hand "Allow me to go first, dear Ladies." he said with a smile to the two Vampiric Vixens "I would hate for anything untoward to happen to either of you if I could do anything to help it. Grinning widely, the Lynx eased his way over the threshold, noting that the frame of the doorway still pulsed with corrupted energies, and once more lifted the Hunters body from where it lay amid the shattered pile that had been the door itself.

Turning the corner, he eased his way down the steps carefully, watchful for any odd pulses or unusual scriptwork that he might make out in the dim light. Downward he trod, following the spiraling turns of the stone steps until he reached the open floor several dozen feet below. Peering through the gloom, he spied the blocky square of a breaker box nearby, and flipped the switch with his free hand, hoping that the old electrical system was still viable enough to carry the power it once did.

The sputtering shower of sparks that he half expected was not forthcoming, and instead the old Cat was greeted with the humming glow of incandescent bulbs, and was bathed in a dull yellow glow that eminated from the dusty and cobweb-enshrouded light fixtures on the unseen ceiling... The sight that greeted his slitted eyes was both unexpected, and mildly intimidating.

A bank of rusty cells and filthy cages lined the far wall, and the tables opposite them were covered in dated but expensive equipment. A rats nest of glass tubing and other strange apparatus seemed to shimmer with a molevolent will from the far end of the room and the strangely colored liquids that still lay congealing in the bottoms of a few of the beakers was like a quiet threat, only waiting for him to turn his back before they leapt out of their miniature crystaline prisons and attacked. The entire room seemed like something from those old Sci-fi films he sometimes caught on late night, the ones where the giant mutated whatever is found running rampant through the desert by some brainy unrepentant scientist-on-a-mission type. In fact, the only thing Jack could readily identify was the Isotopic Chamber beneath the stairs, straight out of late night, probably chock full of radioactive materials and still proudly displaying the blaze-yellow hub-like insignia that had struck terror into the hearts of so many during the fifties and sixties.

"Where the fuck am I?" muttered the understandably confused Lycan, shifting the weight of Human on his shoulder. He didn't know what he had found, even less what it had once been used for, and was more than a bit concerned that the room it was in had been hidden behind a mystically barred door, but was still pragmatic enough to never look a gift... mad scientists lair... in the mouth. Striding across the open chamber, the opportunistic Cat examined the cells, finding one with a sturdy door and a working lock, and dropped the Hunter onto the floor inside, clearing out the rotted cot and all other detrius that he found there. He didn't want this man ngetting free until he hado btee n givedn ae cihance to speak to him, afterall. Closing the door with a clang and turning the oversized key in the flush-mount lock, the Were Lynx secured the human by a greater degree than even his best knots could have done.

His prisoner secured, and his job as safety inspector completed, Jack, padded back to the bottom of the steps and called to his undead companions "Well ladies, I believe it is safe... and Anise... you've really got to see this..."

 

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Prolog and Discription

Discription:
Morereg stands 5' 7 inches and weighting in at 140lb. His eyes are seemingly too large, too close together, and of such a piercing violt in color, that they seem to see everything around him at once. His pointed ears can shift forward or flatten independently, as reactive to sound as a cat's ears. His hair is sholder length and as pale golden as the morning light. His body is lean, slender, and graceful made for strength and speed like a gymnasts body. On his left hand he wears an elbow length black mesh glove that almost seems to glow with an errie black radiance in which he caries a simple iron shod staff with a dragon claw griping a crystal. On his right hand he wears a simple gold ring. On his neck he wears an amulet with a symbol of Corellon Larethian. A black fur cloak rests upon his shoulders like a great beast just waiting for the right moment to devour him. A large dark brown leather belt pouch hangs attached to a broad leather girdle with an iron eagle belt buckle. On his left side are 3 very fine matching daggers of exceptional make. His boots are made of very sturdy and well-traveled leather. Low on his right thigh rests a black leather three wand holder with three wands. His robes are made of an indistinct dark gray hue that seem to blend in with the shadows and dark backgrounds very easily. A large dark brown waterproof backpack with several large pockets rests upon his shoulders, looking very well traveled.


In some distance castle on a distance plane…..

Morereg looks at the vampire that he has spent the last 2 weeks extracting information from “ You have dared to cross into elven lands and prey upon the elven people. You with your tech!!! You were once human but now your are just another dead body that refuses to die. So I will find this Lost City of your and I will make sure that they remember never to come to elven lands again. And know that the damage that you have done and the think you have destroyed have been made clean and healthy again. But for your brethren nothing but true death. You will be given from now until sun rise to repent with what ever Gods you hold dear. After that you will be totally destroyed. And the death angel that I have summoned will take your soul.

With that Morereg looks over to the side and raises his hand. As the servents all watch as a thin line of energy issues from Morereg’s hand and builds a framework of power. Then he start's connecting to the framework a scintillating cord of dark energy, multicolored and shining, energy that spun out from Morereg like spider-silk, and came to rest in a continuously shifting pattern overlaying the framework. And then spinning out from the frame reaching off into the void, were more little threads, exactly like the "flying threads" of baby spiders, catching the wind of the void and seeking its anchor.
Then suddenly the finished gate stood there looking into the darkness of the world beyond.. The Lost City. He then steps through and the gate vanishes as if he had never been.

He just appears on the street looking around only to be narrowly missed by a taxi driving to fast at night. He can only think to himself how tech smells. But he has a job to do. He knows that the rift in space/time will be felt by those with power but there is nothing he can do about that.

To the poor beggar sitting off to the side trying to keep warm it looks as if some Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter wantabe just stepped out from the curb. “Dumb freak he thinks to himself!”

He checked his protections and puts a “no see me” spell up. “No use in getting the normal humans in an uproar.” He thinks to himself. “They should now see me looking like one of them. It will not protect me from those with some power but at least I will not be… How did Aliefan put it….”strung up from highest tree in the county with them there pointed ears of yours!” As he walks over to the drunk.

“Pardon me good sir. Would there be a park near by or perhaps a tenant building?”

The drunk points down the street “Yeaaa… Down thatta way about….ohhh…. ten, twelve blocks… there’sss griffin parkk!”

“Thank you good Sir. Sweet water and light laughter until next.” As he bends down and places a gold piece in the drunks hand. “For your trouble Sir.”

He walks off into the night looking for a park or abandon building. Not knowing that he is headed down the same road where the house that Jack and the vampires are in….

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Allowing Jack to step over the threshold Anise merely hangs back to allow the male to his desires. Red lips upturning into a soft smirk at the action of Jack trying to show his chamring side.The ancient not needing aid in the way of protection is kind enough to allow Jack his desires.Waiting for what seems an eternity before hearing Jack bid to her to enter. Anise placing her milky white right foot down ahead of her as she takes one step into the room Serpentine orbs traveling around the room only to have her lids close quickly at the sudden flash of the pale lighting.Lids slowly open halfway giving Anise a feral expression before eyes used to darkness adjust to the light.

Taking three more steps further into the lair a frown is expressed at the image of things she had never yet laid eyes upon. Pushing aside the emotion of anxiety of such a strange place Anise moves silently towardsthe back of the room then glancing around before parted lips mumur softly " What is...this hellish place?" Anise's line of sight falls upon a small panel set in the wall. Pointing her right index finger towards it presses a single button then hisses loudly as her form jumps backwards to land five feet behind her. Crouched as Anise gazes at what apears to be a sliding door that opens with a loud hiss and sound of metal scraping metal. The space within just large enough to hold one of the crystaline tubes.

This tube still oddly functioning holds a full amount of liquid as well as a humanlike form that seemingly had been altered.The fish type experiment strange. Gazing at the creature suspended within the tubes fliud.Then rising slowly to make her way back towards itbefore the being moves as its lids fly open. Anise snarls then now having enough at the image of the creature glaring at her allows her form to dissapear only to reform standing upon the ceiling.Gazing downwards before Anise calls out a warning to Jack. " This place is not one i desire to remain within for long..I have made a new friend..." Smirking slightly before glancing back at the writhing creature that had begun to claw at the inside of the glass in a futile attempt to break free to attack. " Becarefull Jack....That one holds naught but the desire to kill...nothing more nor less."

Anise turns her attention towards the creature then snarling loudly before walking along the ceiling towards the tube once more.The rings holding her long locks sway and chime once again as they meet in greeting of one another. Giving the creature the expression of contempt and revulsion Anise raises her right hand to allow it to hang down. The form of an orb of black pitch forms then the image of Anise's own yellow arua flows around the sphere as Anise growls " That thing! deserves naught but death." Intending upon killing the creature in one swift attack. Anise's concentration is suddenly broken by the sudden feeling that something is not right.

Having felt the sudden shifting of the realm at the arrival of the elfmage. Anise blinks at the sensation then allowing her form to fall only to right itself midair before her feet land upon the floor once again." Jack something bigger has just arrived..within my refuge.In the city. " Frowning deeply at the sudden arrival of who or what and why only increases Anise's feeling of Unease. The thought of a possible battle brings a soft pleased "Hmm " to spill past red painted lips. Mumuring softly " Oh i do hope that if whomeever is here now is unfreindly i get to play....with them some." Soft laughter spilling from Anise at the thought that something exciting is about to happen.-

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Joey roused himself at the squalling breaks and loud horn of the angry cab, and blinked stupidly in the dark at the mouth of the alley he had claimed as his bedroom for the evening. The burn-barrel had nearly run out of fuel again, so the lanky teenager hefted himself up and threw a few old phonebooks into the open top. Damn fine for a long-burnin fire, phone books was. Jack had showed him that trick...

Turning back to his bed, the youth spotted a man talking with ol' Ben across the way, and heard the drunk mutter something that sounded like directions. He almost ignored the rest, but the strangers odd words of departure made the boy turn around again, and he caught the unmistakable glint of one hell of a big coin bein dropped into the hands of the old man, and thought he'd better check things out. Happy Jack would have no less from those he looked out for.

Waiting until the wierdo made his way off toward the park, Joey slipped across the street and tried to get the lowdown from the grumpy old fart, but almost got beat over the head for his trouble. Pursing his lips, the boy jogged back across the road and rummaged through his stuff before returning to the angry cuss, a half-full bottle of Jim Beam held loose in his hand. It was the boys most precious possession at the moment, one he wasn't even suppossed to have, but he walked away with more information than he thoug ht he would get, somethin about the guy being dressed up like that Elf guy from the movies, and even managed to snare the heavy coin from the old man before giving up the bottle. Shit he thought to himself, I'd best follow that guy and see if he hands out any more of this stuff. Jack'd have puppies if he knew some idiot was just handin out gold to folks! With that, the distant Elf gathered a shadow, one that it was doutful even his keen senses would catch. This kid was born to these streets, and while the one he followed might be powerful, Joey knew how to sneak with the best of 'em...

(Meanwhile)

Jack lurched to the side and spun into a defensive crouch, his ears back and his teeth bared at whatever had given Anise such a start. The sight of that oversized test tube rising out of the floor, complete with monster, gained a raised eyebrow, to say the least! The critter definitely wanted out, and seemed determined to get to Anise, a strategy that Jack would have told the thing was moronic if he thought it would have made a difference. Turning his head upward, the Lynx caught sight of the Vampire on the ceiling, her hand beginning to glow with an unholy light as she aimed at the beast in the container, and dove for cover. He had almost forgotten that the self-styled Vampiric queen knew as many spells as most mages, but remembered the power she could throw behind such attacks well enough to begin hunting for anything that might serve as a handy bunker!

When she hesitated, he poked his head back over the heavy desk and looked at her, catching her words about a new danger... They were standing in an abandoned nuclear-capable lab, one that apparently still held some of its more violent and ghastly mutations, one that had been shielded from their detection by ancient spells and proofed against entry by non-humans by more wards than Jack had ever seen in one spot... and something WORSE had just arrived in town?!

Ya know Jack though to himself ALaska is looking better and better tonight...

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Anise nods slightly as the attack now forgotten simply vanishes. The orb fading quickly leaves only a plae hand that allows slender fingers to curl inwards.Turning back to gaze at the tube yet again Anise instantly moves towards it with preternatural sped. Extending her left hand forward at the last minute as her fist simply becomes etheral passing through the glass before becoming solid once more. Long well manicured black painted nails simply grasping the creature around its neck as her strike was to hold it in a choke. Pointed nails easily slicing the creatures scaley flesh with minor wounds as it reaches to rake at her arm and hand in a futile attempt to release her hold. The image of her blood mixing with the water solution as it struggles.Then leaning back slightly as parted lips give rise to chaotic laughter. The glass cracking allows the water to slowly pour outwards as Anise suddenly pulls her arm back as she begins to slam the creature againts the glass. The last action one hard pull that shatters the glass completly before pivoting to her left as the creatures form sails past her to land with a sickening wett thud upon the hard floor before it begins to twitch as the last few breathes before collasping.Anise turning to face Jack simply shakes her head before smirking " Yes...Another...Powerfull....and not of this time...Or realm i beleive. One that is best watched unlike my friend..there" Glancing back to what is left of the creature before frowning deeply.Anise silently ponders what to do next. Then glancing back towards Jack smiles softly " Lets finish what we should do here...I do not think our new friend is going anywhere soon."

 

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The Walk.

Morereg walks down the road watch and look for the first sign of trouble. He can feel a small disterbance in the magical fabric of this worlds energy as he walks by the old mansion. Not dismissing it he merely nots it as a possible place to explore. It is very possible that vampires would sleep there during the day. Exploring at night and in as place that he know nothing about is just as good as falling on a sword. However a little caution is in order. Walking up to the stone gate. He pulls out one of his silvered daggers and starts to draws a symbol a few words and the dagger flares to life and starts to carve into the hard stone (a large circle followed by two smaller circles within one at the top the other at the bottom). That way he will be able to check this place out during the day when it is safer. He looks knowly at the old house. He can feel the undeath within the building. But for now it is better to set up a base of opperations.

After walking a few more blocks he reached the Griffith Park. Old run down though it may be it is still a nice place. It looks as if at one time it might have been part of the old mansions grounds. But that was long ago. As he looks around at the small lake and the imall island of rock and trees that just up from the center of the lake almost perfect for what he has in mind. He floats over and into the very stone of the island. where he creates a few rooms for his base. Then he starts on the outside of the island. Wards and defenses to keep all but himself or people he allows in. Trip wards that at the softest touch will fail warning him that there is other about. An absorption feild and a node to hold the energy. A detection web streched out over several miles to feel the use of magic. As well as several otherwards and shield spells each one layered one on top of the other and yet all interlinked. Then as dawn nears the birds and animals become his eyes and ears. To the normal human nothing would be noticed for several weeks but slowly the park would get greener and more healthy. The a mages sharp senses the island would be a dead zone to his senses. A sphirical mirror reflecting everything back and excepting nothing. But the would feel the park over the next several weeks grow more and more healthy.

Morereg watches as the sun dawns over the park knowing that this park would be safe from the ravages of the undead from this point on. The very ground and the very air about the park (for about 250 yards in all directions from the island stopping at the park boundries) would reject the undead stopping them from entering. Morereg looks around at his work last night an is pleased. A small part of the forest and a solid base of operations for him a few hours of rest and out into the city to explore where the vampires and lycan are hiding....

 

[Rufus the Mad]

"A planewalker?" Jack said, wrinkling his nose at the fetid odor seeping from the dying creature "Here? My aren't we popular all the sudden." bending down over the stinking corpse, the Lycan studied the form, looking for stitching, for however this thing was put together... and found nothing. "Damn." he breathed slowly We may have more here to worry about than I thought. This critter wasn't built, it wasn't some random tampering with biology that just happened to work... this thing was grown. You may have been sleeping and missed it, Lady Anise, but genetic manipulation like this is the hot ticket anymore. Looking around here though, I'd say that the last time this equipment was used was close to twenty years ago..."

Scanning the chamber, the Werecat was able to pick out several more switches set over the same type of floor panel that had held the fish thing, and a rather impressive-looking rack of literature and notebooks behind the oversized desk he had been hiding behind so recently. Whatever had happened here, it had taken a long time to finish, if it had yet. "It could take us months to figure out what we have here Anise, but I suggest that for starters that we avoid opening anything else's cage. That thing smells rank, and while you may not have to breath, I find it rather handy." Flashing her a grin, the Cat moved to the notebooks and pulled down the last volume, flipping it open to the back as he began to read aloud.

17 June,

Have managed at last to extract a satisfactory recombinant sequence from the the captured subject, allowing us to put an end to the troublesome creature at last, and have been able to introduce it to the primary host without any signs of rejection. Biological gestation of combined strains within primary subject is expected to proceed as per normal, and will be carried out at secondary sight.

Mission log ends

"Well," he said with a sigh "I think we have a bit of research to do..." Turning back to the bookcase, he quietly began stacking the books he found there on the desk, preparing to move the entire lot to a safer location. "I will have my people move these out of here for study, and make certain that they know this is not a safe house to inhabit. In the meantime, why don't you and I go greet our out of town visitor? Unless, of course, you would rather return to your chambers... it is only a hour until sunrise."

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Taking into account the reply from Jack. Simply shaking her head before canting it to the left as yellow orbs follow Jack as he moves about the room. Parted lips give way to a soft sigh before Anise mumurs softly " I know not of such things of this magnitude. I fear i slumbered a bit to long" Then making a slow path towards Jacks side to glance at the book he had begun to read from.Gazing at the wrotten words as Anise's frown deepens at what apears to be foreign to her. Her attention given up for the planewalker yet again. Then taking in Jacks reply of the rapidly aproaching dawn brings a slight hiss of anger to flow past parted lips before Anise simply shakes her head in resignation at that fact. Her plans will have to wait till the eve returns once more. Turning to make aslow path towards the door before glancing back to speak once more." I desire to have this place gaurded as well as the act of rest...Somethings although not desired are a must." Waiting for Jack to reply as to what his plans are during the daylight hours.Giving him a glance as her left brow arches slowly " Should i be correct in thinking you desire to remain within this place....That thing does stink...I desire to rid myself of the stench.I might need to breath but..the smell is getting to be to much."Chuckling softly knowing that like herself his heightened sense of smell must find the order just as revolting as Anise herself does.

 

[a69adept]

The park and the watcher

Joey watched elf or was it just another old man. No it had to be the elf! And he…he was just walkin out in the open. Almost wanting…hell asking someone to roll him! He almost walks down the road like he owns it or something. Joey slips down the street watch and waiting to see what this guy will do next.

Then the elf stops in from of the old mansion. Joey had spent a few cold nights in there him self from time to time. But the elf just stopped Shit! Joey thought to himself I have been spotted. But as Joey looked from the side ally the elf turned away from him. Joey watch as the man turned into an elf before his eyes. Looking just like one of those elves from the movies. Joey watched as this strange elf pulled out a dagger etched and flashed with silver. Another Hunter?? What is he doing?? Joey wondered as he watch the dagger light up with a amber glow and the elf start carving in solid stone. He watch the elf with rap fascination only to notice that elf had let go of the staff. Not that the staff had fallen. He would have noticed that in heart beat. No the thing that got him was the fact that the staff was standing upright with no one to hold it and that was not even the half of it. After the carving was done the elf dude just held out his had and the staff just kind of jumped to his hand like a good puppy. weird!!

Then the weird elf just started walkin off toward the park. Joey could think of nothing else but to follow this guy. So slowly and quietly he followed the elf into the park watching and waiting to see what he would do next. The park was nice but this was no place to hang out at night. Safer in the streets and alleyways more places to hide and lose the cops as well as other creatures not so nice. Some of the Lycan liked to hunt the homeless. But most of them would not track you by smell because of the stench.

Joey crept from bush to tree watching the elf as he got to the edge of the lake. The elf seemed to look around for a moment. Joey liked the lake. It was about 200 feet to the island in the middle. The island was not that big maybe forty, forty five feet across. And in the summer time you could swim across the lake and pick up a few eggs and maybe a bird or too if you were quick. But in the winter time the water was too cold to cross. And then to Joey's surprise the elf simply walked across the water. And not onto the island but into the solid rock of the island. He knew that rock was solid he had sunbathed many a time in the summer after eating a nice plump bird who was not all that watchfull. Joey moved to to a different spot. Only to watch the elf step out of the island... or more like float up from it.

Then the he watched as the elf started touching his staff into the water around the island and how a faint green and gold glow seemed to come from the very air around the island and then other lights in all colors of the rainbow came into being around the elf and the island only to vanish after several moments. The air sparkled with different collored lights it look almost like a silent fireworks with ribbons of fading energy and spiderwebs of harmless flames and dancing lights. All covering the island and a good chunk of the park. Then toward the end the elf walked to the middle of the island and it looks like a bunch very thin gold spider web like threads flashed out from him and up into the air down into the ground and out into the city for just a moment and then a thousand little gold lights sprang from him. All of them like sparks from a camp fire that just floated out and seemed to touch every blade of grass and every tree. It was a very beutiful expereance almost like a show for him alone. With a great ending of sparkling lights falling softly into the park.


But, Joey could see the first light of false dawn shining up from the east and the birds were starting to chirp. Joey now knew that whoever or whatever the elf was Jack needed to know. So he headed out of the park in search of Jack and he was sure that Jack was guna have a few puppys over this one. He looked back one more time and the elf was gone. Shit where did he go? I had better get out of here while he is gone was his first thought.


"Hello youngling. Would you care to share a morning meal with me. I dislike eating alone."


Joey heard the voice and nearly jumped out of his skin as he knew it was the voice of the weird elf, calm, serene, hyptnotic and powerful almost a womans voice, but different. But he had made sure that the elf could not have seen him??? Where did he come from?? Shit!!







OOC:

I hope that you do not mind that I used your NPC. As far as spotting him the birds gave him away.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: I don't so much mind, he's just not gonna hang around is all. Joey is one of the main groupies Jack has among the homeless folks, and he knows better than to hand around and speak to strange metaphysical beings!!)

Joay jumped and ran, ducking and weaving to avoid whatever the stranger might have been throwing or shooting at him to stop him. He had to find Jack, and he had to do it right the fuck now! Running as fast as he could, throwing his thin frame toward the distant manor house for all he's worth, the teenager pumped his arms and legs in a synergy born of desperation, and found himself stumbling across the wet grass toward the moldering walls a few minutes later.

(Inside)

"Well," the Lycan said to the shadowy form of the Vampire beside him "I was going to have this stuff removed, but you may have a point about watching over it. I suppose I could stay here for a bit. I can crash out upstairs, and then do the studying down here." Patting the stack of dusty books beside him, he shook his head and smiled up at the so-called queen, saying "I wouldn't worry to much about not being aware of how twisted mankind has gotten recently Anise, my dear, if I wasn't living among them I might..."

He stopped speaking and was rushing up the spiraling staircase in the same instant, having heard Joey's hollering as the boy staggered into the building. Gasping and wheezing the teenager got the story out, telling the Cat about the strange Elf and what he had seen. The phasing through stone, the silver knive, the whole thing, and then all but passed out, having pushed himself entirely too far on barely any sleep and no real food. Laying the runner down, Jack called the others outside to care for the younfster, telling them to make certain the boy got a warm place to sleep and something to eat when he woke up, and then returned to the lower chamber.

"Well, it looks like that visitor is creating a base to work from over in Griffon Park. My informant saw him walking in and out of the stones of the island out in the center of Little Lake. Looks like he has been putting up spell wards as well... We may need a bit of help if we wanna take him out, and I may know just the creature to help." Jack paused thoughtfully before continuing, weighing their present need against the need for privacy before speaking again. "There was a Werewolf came through not long ago, carrying a rather powerful blade. He told me that the thing was created to slice through enchantments and wards, to deflect spell energies and protect the one weilding it against such attacks. If we're going to beard a wizard in his own lair, we may need that kind of help. You go on back and get some rest, and I'll have my folks see about locating him. I'll keep reading on these, and see if we can kill both mysteries at once. As for our smelly friend, I'll get rid of it. Maybe there is another secure case I can toss the carcass into..."

(ooc: For those of you that are wondering, yes, I am referring to Kenduns old character Tassiar. Yes, I realize he's dead, but Jack hasn't gotten that info yet, and even then, that doesn't remove the sword from play, now does it? )

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Nodding slowly before taking the final step over the threshhold of the room Anise slips out of the doorway then glancing back for one brief moment before hearing the distant hurried footsteps of the young male far off, the thoughts of Joey reaching Anise's own.The desperate call of silent thoughts seeking Jack.Turning her line of sight towards the emerging figure as the boy races up. Lips curling downwards to create a deep frown before simply shaking her head. Parted lips give rise to a soft mumur. " Yes...If it that what you desire. You have one seeking you Jack...The boys thoughts cry out of urgency."

Anise turns to glance backwards once more as lids lower halfway to gaze back into the brighter room then offering a soft smile as the shadows around the hallway slowly writhe of their own acord then breaking free flow to slowly drift upwards wrapping around Anise's form as the vampress slowly fades into their embrace. " Rest well Jack...Take care of yourself "is mumured before her words fade as her form does. Her refuge unknown to all but her is never the same location. Anise now pondering the newcomer to the city she had built up from nothingness to what it is this day.The fact that the humans so changed a thorn in her side as well as the the new presence.

Anise reapears standing upon a small stone balcony nearby the old mansion gazing from the great hieght as yellow orbs glance out towards the horizon watching the soft light of the coming sun as she ponders all that had come to be, all she has witnessed upon her waking. The only seemingly good fact out of many is that Jack had remained. Had even been able to find her. The sunset in all its beauty does little to cast away a deep sense of sadness at time and friends long gone, never to be again. The reaction is a single crimson tear running down a milky cheek before a soft sigh then Anise's image fading once more to return to her refuge.

Anise slumbers as thoughts flow about what to do about the elven male.Could he , would he be persuaded to an allaince..Or does the powerful simply like most others seek to kill first, kill all then ask questions later, like most do.

 

[Bastionessex]

:: OOC, Hi guys, I'm new to this site, and I am wowed by your Roll Playing. I'd like to offer up a new careactor. ::

Name: William McCun
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Species: Enchanted Human

Alignment: Neutral, the antithesis of such. Bill only cares about trying to live a normal life. He knows about Vampires, Lycanthrops, and has had many encounters with evil sprits. Still, he feels no need to stop them, or be a hero. He only wants to come out, in the end, alive.

Class: High Level Thief, Low Level Mage. (Low Level Mage, this should read. Can only use power to protect himself. Often not knowing, or understanding how he does this. Which makes predicting the out come of any use of power, unpredictable. He knows enough to be a danger to himself and other.)

Description: He stands 6'5, and a slim 210. His shoulder muscles, developed for arms, and somewhat curved nose from a bad break. Hint that he may have been a boxer at some point. His hair is black, cut short to blend in with a crowd. He tends to pick big, or bagging clothing, to hide his body, and keep him well blended. The only thing that stands out in a crowed are his yellow eyes. Bright as gold, when seen at night. He tends to wear sun glasses most of the time to hide them.

Abilities: William, "Bloody Bill" McCun, is an ex-boxer from some big city out east. We don't really know, because he never talks much about it. Somewhere, in his travels, he had the misfortune of offending a very powerful woman. Just what he did to offend her is unknown. Most folks who know Bill believe it had something to do with his roaming nature. At any rate, she placed a very powerful cures around Bills neck. He's doomed to live his life in and out of the shadows. He acts as a kind of conduit for the most evil of things. Bill has been moving, from city to city, trying to find either a safe place, or someone to break this cures. Bill is a medium with almost not control over his powers. He can use his powers to protect himself, but for no other resin. He is damned, living his life in what he believes is a half existence. Never being able to connect with people, for fear of getting them killed, or worse..

Do to being on the road, and you can't really hold down a full time job when your curesed. Bill has become very good at sink thieving, flem flam, and dealing under handed poker. To keep folks off his trail, Bill's set up many accounts in many different cities. Under assumed names when he could, and numbered accounts when he could not. Bill rides pretty far on his charm, and a rough, good nature since of humor.

:: OOC, I hope this careactor works out for you guys. And I am really looking forward to this. Let me know if there are any problems... Bastion ::

 

[Anise Lecroix]

(Welcome Bastionessex, The character details are very good. Welcome and have fun. ^_^ , Anise)

 

[Bastionessex]

:: OOC, thanks for the friendly welcome. ::

Why is it Bus Stations are the same no matter where you go. The air breaks sighs as he makes his way from "The Big Gray Dog.". The florissant lights gave the small pools of shadows a menacing feel. Eat at Joe's, Open Till Dawn, Closed, the singes almost always read the same. The sounds of Taxis' passing, people loading and unloading, sing in his ears like a hated melody. No matter where I go, it's the same God Damn town. It'll start with the angry ghost, as soon as I hit the real Down Town streets. They can't hurt me, but they can annoy me no end. Sneak up on me, give me a start. But seeing a bodiless man running across the street doesn't really stop me in my tracks the way it use to. He picks up his meager belongings, a battered suite case, and a large black travel bag. His shoes beat a tattoo as he makes his way along unfamiliar streets.

I can hear them in my ear, before I even notice the singes that point what I need to find. "Help me, Kill you, Kill me, Kill them, hurt them." I close my eyes, and try like hell to close my mind as well. The voices begin to fade into a few understandable cures words. "Fuck, Hell, Shit, Ass..." Then they are gone, and I can feel my heart return to his normal rhythm. The building is broken down, half a hobble. But, in places like this, they don't ask for I.D., and take cash on the head. "How long will you be staying with us Mr..." "Smith, I'm Mr. Smith. And I'll be here till I find what I need. So, how's about the key right now Boss?" The desk clerk give him a grin, as if rudeness is a common curtesy in these parts. It feels him with a little bit of hope. Means he'll keep to his business, as long as I keep to mine. They come running down the steps, and I do my best to act as though I see nothing. Holly shit..! A Wear Wolf follows the pack of un dead too. He can't help but dance a little to his left, almost falling into the wall. "You OK there Mr. Smith?" The howling beast runs past him, blood flinging in it's weak. Was that a knowing smile on that dip shits lips?

He makes his way up the steps to his room, eyes focussing on the floor. I can't close my eyes, clear my mind right now. The people here will think I'm a crack head on a node or something. Don't want to attract any attention. He felt he already had with the desk clerk. He made it to his room, seeing no one but the disembodied on his way throw the hall. Home sweet home...

The room was small, with a bed that looks as though it has been road hard and put away wet. Mildew crepes across the walls, like soldiers on a never ending march. There was a waste basket in the corner, and two chairs that really did look comfortable. Time to Cover My Own Ass.. He dipped into his black travel bag, and pulled a flask from one of the many inside pockets. A white powder fall from it's opening, as he mumbled under his breath. This should keep the shit heads out, be they sprit, or something else. It would take some kind of demon to get throw all this. He poured from corner to corner, making sure not to break the flow as he did so. He capped the top of his "Happy time, keep bad things away" flask. As he replaced it, he took a shoe polish looking can from inside his bag of tricks. He used his first and second fingers to rub the yellow, wax looking stuff, up and down the walls. That will help to. It better, as much as I had Liz pay that Jamaican guy. And last but not lest, he placed a skull in his window seal. The dead wont go, where the dead are. This, he said to himself like a prayer. His cell phone rang...

"Yep"
"Bill, it's Liz."
"Yeah Liz, I got the safe house all set up. It's a run down hovel called, "St. Christopher's."
"I'm still about an hour behind you on the bus.. Tell me again, why we couldn't rid the same bus?"
"Better that way. If I can't get rid of you, best we take some steps to keep things safe."
"So, what's the story. What's the city look like?"
"Well, we've got wolves, I'm sure of that. And if there's one, there's almost always the other. Most likely some hunters, or something of the like around as well."
"Think there might be someone.... here?"
"Might be.. I've seen the flashes of light. There is power here... But that could mean so real bad trouble too."
"Well, I've got the vests and the ammo on the way Bill."
"I'll pick you up at the station soon Liz. Thanks a lot."
"I luv...."

He hangs the phone up quick. Why does she always have to push it? She's been around me long enough to know... That, that can't happen. He looks out the window, and can see the flashes of light that let him know there are powerful people in this town. Traces of the spiritual world, in purples, greens, blues, and dark reds. Across the night sky, he sees a sight that many would have thought beautiful. Just another God Damn night.. He lays down on his bed, and waits for her phone call. Why is every night, the same as all the ones before it? I don't think I've had a good night since it happened. When will I be rid of this thing... Can I ever really be rid of it? His eyes close, and a dreamless sleep, the only kind he ever has. Fills his mind, and soul.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: Nice lead in Bastion! Looking forward to seeing what a "Ghost Whisperer" can do in this crumbling burg!)

Happy Jack didn't have to turn around to know that Anise was gone, he had been around her long enough to feel her presence, or the lack of it. The Lynx thought about that for a moment. They were quite possibl the two oldest creatures left in the city, he being several hundred, and she being gods only know how old, and she was also quite possibly the closest thing the old Cat had to a true friend. Strange bedfellows indeed...

Grinning at thye realization, the Lycan moved carefully around the chamber, pausing by each catch release before pressing it, searching for an empty specimin chamber to deposit that stinking corpse in... He found one on the third try, but the first two held horrors that he could well have done without seeing. The first held a dissected and displayed human fetus, suspended in a gel-like solution. He had thought the horrors of the chamber were held only to animals only to the lower creatures... but this grisly trophy told him in no uncertain terms that there was a grander purpose to their research. The second, though not as grim as the first, nevertheless brought a chill to his furry spine, and had his fur standing on end. A tall tube, polished and clear, held the skeletal remains of a Vampire in mid transformation. The skull was slightly enlongated, the fingers and toes were stretched, and the spacing of ribs and vertebrae spoke of the quicksilver nature of the creature. Caught before it could complete its alteration to a bat, the hapless being had fallen prey to whatever twisted methodologies that the so-called scientists had devised.

Toggling both the cases back to their original hiding places, he chucked the putrid corpse into the empty third chamber, and breathed a sigh of relief as the air quality almost immediately began to improve. Bounding up the steps again, Jack entered the cleaner air of the upper floors, and immediately exited the building itself, searching for Maxie and Vera. They were the oldest of the teenagers besides Joey, and could rally the other kids to scour the city and find where Tassiar had holed up. Sending the pair on their way, he returned to the house, and once more descended into the dank depths below. Removing the first of the handwritten tomes, the beleagered Lycan settles back in the creaking chair, props his furry feet up on the strange desk, and begins reading...

(Later that Day)

Snarting and jerking, Jack wakes up when he hears Maxie calling for him from upstairs, and dropps his oversized feet back to the floor. Placing the notebook he had fallen asleep reading, the fifth volume in the set, back on the desk with the others, he trundled his way up the cold stone steps, and met the boy in what used to be the dining room.

"We found 'im Jack..." said the boy, his face telling the tale before his words had the chance "But he was dead. Somebody chopped his head clean off and ran, leaving the body where it lay. You said you were looking for him to discuss the sword, so I snagged it, as well as everything else he had. I have it here... You want all of it?"

Jack grinned at the boy, a clear warning considering there was no humor in that flash of fangs, and nodded quickly. he remembered the smell of silver that the Wolf had carried, and had seen the flashes of metal that marked the big pistol he had carried. Silver bullets in a Werewolf's gun... Funny. Jack shuffled through the offering, all of it wrapped in the long coat that the dead Wolf had been wearing when they had last spoken, and found his cash, the bullets for the pistol, and a few other odds and ends, pocketing it all in the volumous confines of his pocket-filled vest, and slung the sword across his own back, much as he had seen Tassiar wearing it. Snugging the strap down around his slightly smaller frame, the Cat thumbed off four crisp fifty dollar bills, handing them to the wide-eyed boy in payment for his trouble. "Two of these are for Vera boy, you hear? She did her part, and I don't wanna hear that she didn't get paid." Tossing the heavy coat to the boy he added "This is for bein' quick about it. That is a fine coat once you get it cleaned up, so get that blood off there and take care of it, ya hear?"

The vapor trail the boy left as he tore out the doorway was enough to put humor in the next grin that crossed the Lycans face, and he shook his head as he turned back to the hidden stairwell. It was late in the afternoon, and he had more reading to do before Anise arrived this evening.

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Timeframes.

One quick question to all. Input is wanted. How does everyone wish to have the timeframe run, as in night to day etc. Example since is anise is resting what is a good place to post the day finished and her waking. I simply do not desire to have her rest then imediatly follow with "Oh it is now night in next post and etc etc. I simply dont want to ruin rp for others that way. Get back to me in posts with suggestions. ^_^ Thanks all)

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: Well the way we've been doing it seems to work, with the "Daywalkers" moving the story as quickly as possible until the Vamps can rejoin them. A few posts is usually all it takes, maybe one each or two if the circumstances make it important enough. What does everyone else think?)

 

[a69adept]

In the park

Morereg watches as Joey runs like wraithhound is on his heals. Poor kid. He thinks to himself. All a wonder about the world and no one to help him through it. He casual reaches over to a tree branch that moved over to stop him from chasing the kid. And pats the hard bark.
"Yes I know my friend. He is just a harmless child, morning meal or no morning meal. I would not have harmed him."

The tree rustles a bit and the limbs move back to their original spots gathering sunlight.

"but I would have like to have seen the kid get something to eat. He looked very hungry and tired."

Morereg looks once more down the road as Joey vanishes into the distance. Knowing that sooner or later someone or something is going to come visiting. He was hoping to avoid forced growth to the tree and plants around the park. But just in case better start planning for a nasty visit. He looks as the sun starts to come up over the city. And he hears a great hissing sound like a dragon barely containing its flame. His staff bursts with a cold golden flame. His senses alert for where such a creature could possibly hide. Only to be hit by a spray of cold water from the sprinklers. All that he could do was laugh. Edgy, he was very edgy and he knew it. The nights spell casting had taken a a bit out of him and the last few weeks with that vampire. He was reacting instead of acting. He looked around and hopped into the trees upper branches. If jumping over 30 feet and changing direction in mid-flight could be called a short hop. He casually patted the tree who’s branches lifted and moved to meet him.

"Thank you my friend."

From the top of the tree Morereg looked over the park looking for areas where his planting of the seeds that he had would work the best. Looking over the park. He reached into his pouch and pulled out several dozen large packets of seeds. And as the tree limb ran out of room the surrounding trees each moved limbs to give some place to place the packets. Looking at each packet of seed Morereg grinned. This was always the fun part. Morereg smiled. He did not need to be perfect as with his spell casting he could be sloppy. He could just kind put the seeds in the general location and it would be fine. He smiles as he pulled out a small piece of elven bread and some moon cheese and started eating. All the while planning where he would plant the seeds. While he was drying out in the tree limbs. Then after the sun was fully in view. Morereg floated down from the trees with the packets of seeds and just started poking the seeds into the damp ground.

"Sunburst!" He said as he planted the seed near the edges of the park in the flower beds and near the chain link fence. Knowing that they would almost look like little tuffs of fine cotton. But with the slightest touch it would burst into a billion little seeds to be taken by the wind. But that little burst for an instant would be like a miniature sun burning a vampire like a ray of sunlight from a noon day sun.

"Atheis!" A bush like plant that will produce a large bright red berry extremely healthy and that has some minor healing ability. He planted those near the heges and other bushes. They would intertwine and produce several very pretty flowers.

"And Kel'gling" under the bushes But they will produce a small, blackish red berries that grow on vines that lie low to the ground. These vines only grow underneath bushes or places where there is heavy undergrowth and are hard to find. But they produce a very good antitoxin and antibiotic for creatures.

"Oak, maple, Redwood, peach, cherry, apple, pear, hickory, strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, " these seeds are planted at the edges of the park and with the small groves of trees that are through out park itself.

"Warriors of Wood" on the island. Small thick trees with lots of large branches able to move and attack. They have small large thorns that can be flung quite a distance.

"Sweetgrass" All in the grass of the current park. Very healthy for surrounding animals.

As he plants these seeds and others into the ground he smiles to himself. The flowers and food that will grow for not only the people but for the animals as well. A small piece of forest in this rock garden that humans call a city.

Then the puts his hands into the ground knowing that he should force grow the area too much. He looks out to the surrounding park and says on word "Grow". From him a wave of green gold energy ripples out over the park from one end to another. Flowing and pulsing into the plants and seeds. He feels the energy flow from and back to him the energy feeding on itself. The pleasure was intense it was always so when working with plants and with magic.

The to observer the grass thickened, trees grew 10 years in moments. Newly planted seeds grew in moments what should have taken weeks or months and in a few cases years. Vines grew up trees, mosses grew in the lake and on the trees. Everything was greener and healthy. Even the animals seemed better and happier. It looks like green oasis in the middle of a gray ocean of rock and glass. There was more to do but he had done enough for one day. The humans would question he knew. They would wonder how a park could become a nearly wild area over night. But he cared not as he walked over to the stone park bench to rest from his work and enjoy the sun, the flowers, and the trees.

Morereg pulls out a cup and a small flask cool elven mead and proceeds to slowly enjoy his drink in the warm sun.

 

[a69adept]

Ooc

Rufus the Mad
(ooc: Well the way we've been doing it seems to work, with the "Daywalkers" moving the story as quickly as possible until the Vamps can rejoin them. A few posts is usually all it takes, maybe one each or two if the circumstances make it important enough. What does everyone else think?)

I think that is a good idea a post or two. I could also see the nightwalkers doing post from the day as they make calls and plot things. Because in a modern setting there are a lot of people you can get into contact with or have things done if you are set up to do it. I do not see any problem.