The Forsaken One
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[Ok two mails for school got in the way.. I'm fumbling school a bit but life's got more to offer. I'm starting on the update right now/ooC]
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[CoC] Nocturnum -- Part I - Chapter 1 Snowflake Valey [Completed]
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The Forsaken One
Explorer
Ross slams the door wide open and finds himself gazing frantically around on the hallway. His hands all clamp, sweat dripping down his back, drawing a wet trail over his shirt where his spine should be.
Where to go.. where to go... The cellar! Yes! The cellar! I can hide there and lock myself in.. yeah I can do that, but I must be quick, or the roof? I can also get to the roof and shut the hatch leading there.. I suppose.. but no time.. I must get to the cellar, it's dark there, I can hide there.. yeah.. I'm safe in the dark.... but.. but.. the dark... No I can hide there, and shut myself in. Yes! The cellar! Safety! I must be quick......
He hurries over the hallway and towards the stairscase. He leaps a couple of steps down and halfway down, he turns around the bend in the staircase and he catches a glimpse of the Foyer. There he is greeted by the sight of a hairy furred shape, one all too familiar.
Carnage is the word.
The front door broken, its frame bent.
Splintered glass everywhere.
Black spots of pooled blood on the ground.
Blood splattered across the ceiling. (18 ft. up)
The smell of freshly slain game.
In the middle of it all something stops its gnawing on some bloody remains. Ravaged and mutilated bodies laying spread across the Foyer along with countless pieces of bodyparts laying scattered around.
Ross' gaze meets with its.
Bloodlust in its eyes, shards of flesh hanging from its fangs, blood dripping from its infernal maw.
It howls.
It charges.
[Ross loses 6 sanity. Temporary insane, for so far he wasn't temporary insane yet. You do everything that is told you and you can't stop muttering the word of god for the next two minutes.]
Ross finds himself muttering a prayer, the word of god. Death incarnated charging at him.
The beast is near him within a second.
Its claw rakes the floor tapestry and it leaps towards its prey, death on its mind.
Ross readies himself for death, but destiny has another plan for him.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With a huge battle cry James comes searing down from above. Seeying his friend in need he didn't hesitate a second to throw himself into the fray.
Battle called.
He answered.
The skymetal glowing brightly, a strange blue light dances across the warriors face as he comes bearing down upon his foe. The wolf looks up, recognising the blade its eyes give away a sign or fear. But before it could act, James crashes down ontop of it. Embedding the blade deep within the Beast's demonic flesh.
[Crit!]
A huge splash of black blood splatters onto the floor as the skymetal draws a huge cut right across the Beast's chest. The monster leaps back in fear and pain, a large wound gaping on its chest, blood gushing out of it.
It falls back, yelping with pain but gets a hold of itself.
Another howl echoes throughout the near empty hotel.
[Init:
James
Werewolf
Ross /init]
[This is it folks! Action! Sorry for the delay again! Enjoy! /OOC]
Where to go.. where to go... The cellar! Yes! The cellar! I can hide there and lock myself in.. yeah I can do that, but I must be quick, or the roof? I can also get to the roof and shut the hatch leading there.. I suppose.. but no time.. I must get to the cellar, it's dark there, I can hide there.. yeah.. I'm safe in the dark.... but.. but.. the dark... No I can hide there, and shut myself in. Yes! The cellar! Safety! I must be quick......
He hurries over the hallway and towards the stairscase. He leaps a couple of steps down and halfway down, he turns around the bend in the staircase and he catches a glimpse of the Foyer. There he is greeted by the sight of a hairy furred shape, one all too familiar.
Carnage is the word.
The front door broken, its frame bent.
Splintered glass everywhere.
Black spots of pooled blood on the ground.
Blood splattered across the ceiling. (18 ft. up)
The smell of freshly slain game.
In the middle of it all something stops its gnawing on some bloody remains. Ravaged and mutilated bodies laying spread across the Foyer along with countless pieces of bodyparts laying scattered around.
Ross' gaze meets with its.
Bloodlust in its eyes, shards of flesh hanging from its fangs, blood dripping from its infernal maw.
It howls.
It charges.
[Ross loses 6 sanity. Temporary insane, for so far he wasn't temporary insane yet. You do everything that is told you and you can't stop muttering the word of god for the next two minutes.]
Ross finds himself muttering a prayer, the word of god. Death incarnated charging at him.
The beast is near him within a second.
Its claw rakes the floor tapestry and it leaps towards its prey, death on its mind.
Ross readies himself for death, but destiny has another plan for him.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With a huge battle cry James comes searing down from above. Seeying his friend in need he didn't hesitate a second to throw himself into the fray.
Battle called.
He answered.
The skymetal glowing brightly, a strange blue light dances across the warriors face as he comes bearing down upon his foe. The wolf looks up, recognising the blade its eyes give away a sign or fear. But before it could act, James crashes down ontop of it. Embedding the blade deep within the Beast's demonic flesh.
[Crit!]
A huge splash of black blood splatters onto the floor as the skymetal draws a huge cut right across the Beast's chest. The monster leaps back in fear and pain, a large wound gaping on its chest, blood gushing out of it.
It falls back, yelping with pain but gets a hold of itself.
Another howl echoes throughout the near empty hotel.
[Init:
James
Werewolf
Ross /init]
[This is it folks! Action! Sorry for the delay again! Enjoy! /OOC]
Shapermc
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Ross, frantic before, has now gone off the deep end. In the kneeling, hands crossed in prayr, possistion that his mother tought him as a lad he mutters. He is oblivious to the world with his head down looking at the stairs, he knows that he is going to die. The sight of the ... the ... gore that he saw repeas itself over and over in his head, mutiated bodies ... with his face. Arms on the ground, wearing his watch. Torso in the chimney, wearing his sweater!!! The end is near he can hear it approacing.
'I pray the lord my soul to take, I pray the lord my soul to take, I pray the lord...' he mutters instantly to himself. He hears a howl, but off in the distance like across a field, as if someone shot their dog. 'Who killed a puppy?' 'I pray the lord my soul to take, I pray the lord my soul to take, I pray the lord...'
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Ascending Crane
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OOC: Am I near this...? Can I see it? Do I get an initiative? 
Festy_Dog
First Post
James grins madly as he and the beast throw themselves at each other, adrenaline fueling his movements and thoughts.
"You like that you little doggy mother-f
er? I'LL KICK YOUR B ASS BACK TO THE 1800'S!" he yells.
He blows a sarcastic kiss then renews his assault.
"You like that you little doggy mother-f
er? I'LL KICK YOUR B ASS BACK TO THE 1800'S!" he yells.He blows a sarcastic kiss then renews his assault.
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The Forsaken One
Explorer
[OOC: The rest is waiting in room 211, you can merely here the yells, cries and sounds of battle. /OOC]
Seeing his opponent hurt and brought of balance, James instinctively leaps after it. Seizing the initiative like training tought him, when the fight is going your way, keep the pressure on, no reprieve for your foe. And so he does.
Yelling his curses he makes after his opponent and embeds the blade into his foes flesh once more. Black blood flows over his arms as he thrusts his arm and the blade deep into the beasts abdomens. Up close and personal, the Beasts maw right next to his, its breath nauseating James, but he shrugs it off... still pressing on the assault...
The Beasts feeling the blessed alien metal slide into its chest feels a renewed spark of hate and ferocity in it awakened. He grabs James and embeds its fangs deep into the shoulder of his foe.
[10 points of damage for James, made save against Massive damage.]
Ross.. well... sits...
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lol!
LOL!!!
MUST BREATHE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
Seeing his opponent hurt and brought of balance, James instinctively leaps after it. Seizing the initiative like training tought him, when the fight is going your way, keep the pressure on, no reprieve for your foe. And so he does.
Yelling his curses he makes after his opponent and embeds the blade into his foes flesh once more. Black blood flows over his arms as he thrusts his arm and the blade deep into the beasts abdomens. Up close and personal, the Beasts maw right next to his, its breath nauseating James, but he shrugs it off... still pressing on the assault...
The Beasts feeling the blessed alien metal slide into its chest feels a renewed spark of hate and ferocity in it awakened. He grabs James and embeds its fangs deep into the shoulder of his foe.
[10 points of damage for James, made save against Massive damage.]
Ross.. well... sits...
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lol!
LOL!!!
MUST BREATHE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
Argent Silvermage
First Post
Ray having some how having let his friends leave the room without him comes barreling down the stairs. Bad Puppy! he yells and unloads the glocks at the beast.
[ooc: That will be his actions for some time until the beast is dead... just keep shooting.]
[ooc: That will be his actions for some time until the beast is dead... just keep shooting.]
Ascending Crane
First Post
Seemingly shouting in tongues, Doc Maguire will run out of the room, shooting at the Beast even when his gun eventually clicks on an empty chamber.
Jemal
Adventurer
"Sh*t."[/color} Jason says, hearing the screaming "F*cking wolf!"[/color} He grabs his second glock and runs to where the thing is, shooting at it with one glock when he sees it.
OOC: Hmm.. doggie turning into target practise dummy...
Maybe we should all join the NRA when this is done?
OOC: Hmm.. doggie turning into target practise dummy...
Maybe we should all join the NRA when this is done?
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