RPG: Supernatural II: Rise of the Vampire Mage (Page 5 of 7)

Ronson picked himself up yet again, again forgotten. Surviving was nice, he enjoyed that. For now he could only contemplate his direction. There was forward, toward the wolves or backward, toward Santiago's remains. The police sirens cleared his head.
In respect for life and the dead, Ronsom headed back to the musuem. By the time he arrived he didn't bother to look for Iago's corpse, that would be a waste of time.
"...the Destroyer." That sounded uncomfortable, Ronsom listened a bit longer.
"Can I help?" A werewolf helping a vampire, wonder of the night.
Ronsom raised his hand in agreement, "Permission to come aboard Captain?"
They tensed up, well, more so.
"I've had the worst night of my life. Is it so hard to believe I'd like to see another?" Ronsom laid his swords on the floor, the empty autorevolver beside them. Both hands raised in surrender.
He could hear that voice chiding him.
"After you attack us?" Avlynn of course referred to the hummer.
"I was nearly run-over and then almost beheaded. Sure, why not, I'm sorry." Ronsom's head drooped, maybe they wouldn't notice his annoyed expression.

Emeline was used to working on her own, but under the circumstances a couple of extra hands might be worth the effort. “Okay, we need to get to Ansgar’s resting place before the bearer of the Amulet. You,” Emeline said pointing to the male vampire. “You had the amulet, where did it want you to go?”

“I had this pull to go north, to a graveyard.” He replied.

“We must go there, the new bearer of the amulet will be trying to get it to the same place.” Emeline told as she took up her weapons.

“What do we do when we get there?” the female werewolf asked.

“Make sure they don’t place the amulet on the setting stone,” Emeline told as she headed out of the museum, the male vampire and female werewolf following. "She turned briefly, by the way, the name's Emeline. Try not to kill me."

There were only two cemeteries in Marley’s Point and only one of them was to the north. Emeline led, although she knew it wasn’t a great plan to have two unknowns at her back. Right now, however she needed to get to the amulet before Ansgar the Destroyer was released from his confinement.

She couldn’t return to her car due to the attention it would bring from the police. “Do either of you have a vehicle nearby?”

The werewolf pointed to the rear of the museum, “My pickup truck is out the back.”

“Great, we need to use it.” Emeline said as she turned in the direction pointed.

“I’m Avlynn by the way,” the werewolf said.

Emeline turned to the vampire, “You got a name?”

Before he could answer there was the sound of smashing glass. “Hurry,” Emeline said as she dropped into a run. She prayed that Mar had not sensed her and sent more of the Brotherhood.

The truck sat in the car park with a sparse few other vehicles. Avlynn grabbed the keys from under the back wheel guard. “It’s unlocked,” she told, “no one would bother stealing this old heap.”

The three slipped into the cab an onto the bench seat. “Fasten your seat belts,” Avlynn told as she jammed the stick into gear.

It only took minutes for them to reach the cemetery. “I can only park on the street, there’s no vehicle access.”

“This will have to do,” Emeline replied. She turned to the male vampire. “Now where do we need to go?”

(sorry its so short.)

Chaos exited his mansion and stood outside he could hear The Destroyer and still counting the seconds he began to fleeter from Jason Swamp to Marley Point, he moved fast and graceful without missing a steppingstone nor tripping. He was not far from his destination he knew were the burial ground was and he was not going to stop till he reached the amulet.

(This is the extension from my previous post)

Chaos reached a gate and quickly jumped over it landing in a uncomfortable way making him lose some speed, but he was determent to reach the burial ground. Chaos was a couple of miles away from the stone a vampire was entering the grounds he roared at the vampire trying to scare him the vampire stopped quickly and they stood at a battle.

Drogan has the amulet and hes a vampire. and something in his post had demons chasing him. My character reached the gate and is now facing Drogan.

oh ok sorry i will fix

After leaving Nasher with Lev and Fen in the truck, the party took to the road after Drogan. Dan was in the lead on his bike, his G36c clanking against the chassie of the motorcycle as it was strapped to his shoulder.

The team had to take some side streets to avoid running into police, but Fen was able to sniff out the vampire's faint scent and lead them in the general direction. A few minutes into the ride, Lev calls Dan for a halt. Dan slows down and pulls up beside the truck.

"Fen here says that were headed for a graveyard." Lev said out the window.

"...sounds about right. Its probably where the amulet is destined to go or whatever." Dan said

"Lets go, hes too far ahead of us already." Fen said. Dan nodded and the team drove off.

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The large stone monolith at the entrance to the cemetary named the place as Griffon Park. Atop the structure stood a majestic stone griffon, facing the East. Its massive form held fast to the tall obelisk as if guarding the graveyard from hard....or from something within.

The team pulled up and could see the gate had been forcibly opened. Beyond that, only fog could be seen.

"Pff, doesnt get much sketchy-er than this." Lev said climbing out of the semi.

"Mmm...well Ive seen worse." Fen said with a loud canine-like sniff.

"Lock and load ladies." Dan said, cocking the machine gun. He made sure all his combat gear was strapped down, his Desert Eagle was on his chest holster, and his new katana (that had been giving him an odd feeling...) was attached to his belt.

The lethal trio strode down the entrance of the cemetary, nearly at the game. Dan felt something heating up in his pocket...

"Dan, the stones." Lev said, opening his jacket and showing the red Vampire warding stone aglow. The yellow werewolf one were also glowing but that was due to Fen.

"I know. Too bright right now...they must be-" Dan turned to his left and everyone turned as well.

Out of the fog approached three figures. Avlynn was one. The other two pale figures were obviously vampires.

Fen sniffed again. "Avlynn, what the f-"

"Down boy...they're with me. This is Ronsom, and Emeline. Two vampires who also want to fix this universal problem we have."

"...I dont know how you put up with this Fortesque." Lev muttered to Dan.

"Have you forgotten what my brother is?" Dan answered back. Lev nodded in realization.

"Alright so we don't no much about whats going on, a stealthy approach will work best." Dan said, his mind began to race with his long military career, searching for the best plan.

"I don't recall nominating you as squad leader." Ronsom said without a hint of emotion in his gaunt face.

"Yeah? Well I DO recall be being charged with wiping your scum off the face of this planet." Lev spoke up.

"Uhhhh, no. Save it for the real trouble. Look, Emeline here educated me on whats going on. She's more involved than any of us, and has valuable information that could help us out. Lets listen to her for one second please...." Avlynn held her hand out to Emeline.

Emeline had remained in silence and her face showed she cared little for what was going on within the party. She kept looking into the graveyard, trying to cut through the fog to no avail. After a moment of silence, she accepted Avlynn's invitation and stepped forward to address the party on the truth about the amulet.

"Listen carefully, as this information will likely save your lives faster then your weapons will..."

(Go ahead and give us the low-down on Ansgars tomb and the story Mel. I nominate a cool mausoleum complex or something like that. I would gladly like to be involved in that. Also, i have plans for the griffon. Also, were only on pg 5, so im going to assume the cemetary is only the beginning of our adventure.)

Fen had once again picked up the scent of the vampire with the amulet.  He seemed to be heading for Griffon Park.  Fen directed Dan to it and him and Lev followed.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the main entrance to the cemetery.  The gate looked as if someone with superhuman strength had forced it open.

"Pff, doesnt get much sketchy-er than this." Lev said climbing out of the semi.

"Mmm...well I've seen worse." Fen said with a loud canine-like sniff.  This cemetery had always reminded him place where he last saw his parents...

Mary and Aros Kalman sprinted off through the forest with their young son Fendren in tow.  The waxing gibbous moon loommed overhead.  The frantic cries of the human lynch mob led by the slayers could be heard behind them.  The had been separated from the rest of their pack and were running out of options.

"Ma?  Where are we going?  Why are they after us?"  The young Fendren looked up at his mother, his deep green eyes searching for an answer.

"Away from the humans.  They hunt us because we are different.  Most of us mean them no harm.  But they don't care.  They just kill."

"Oh."  Fendren didn't really understand what was going on but he just nodded as if he understood every word.

Aros grunted.  "Here.  This graveyard.  The locals are quite superstitious.  They wouldn't come in here at this time of night."  Two stone angels stood over the archway as if guarding all the souls that were buried here.

After some searching Aros found a dug out grave.  No casket.  Yet.  The three climbed in shivering in the night.  The yells and the screams grew louder as each minute passed.  Mary stiffened as the front gate creaked.  They were here.

"I've got to get them away from here."  Aros made to stand up but Mary hauled him back down.

"You can't!  They'll kill you for sure!"

"I might convince them I'm not a wolf.  It's worth a chance."

"Then I'm coming with you."  Mary turned to Fendren.  "Listen Fen.  I need you to stay here.  There are some bad men after us.  We need to hide."

"Are we playing hide and seek?"

"Yes.  You could say that.  Now you hide here and don't let them find you."

"Ma!  My teeth hurt!"  His mother quickly inspected his mouth.  His eye teeth tapered off into deadly looking points.  "Aros!  He's approaching his first transformation."

"Sounds about right.  He's almost 6 human years.  Full moon is tomorrow I believe.  Come on.  We must go."

"Now remember my little wolf, don't come out until morning.  Unless we find you.  We'll be back.  And be quiet!"

Fen whispered his agreement, "Okay!"  His mother nodded and gave him a hug hiding her tears from her son.  Fen's parents silently slipped out of the hole.  Fen sat alone in the darkness trying to hide his giggles.  Suddenly shouting was heard and two shots rang out and Fen quieted his giggles.  Something was wrong.  But he remembered what his mother told him and stayed in his hole slowly drifting off to sleep.

Fen awoke in the morning to the sound of a voice.

"My God!  There's a child in here!  Come on boy!  Grab my hand!"  Fen gingerly reached for the hand as he was pulled out.

"I'm Charlie, the undertaker.  What's your name boy?  What were you doing down there?"

"Fendren.  I was playing hide and seek with Ma.  Where is she?"

"I wouldn't know Fendren.  Come on, let's get you cleaned up."  Fen followed the undertaker out of the cemetery and into town.  As they approached the city Fen saw in the distance people laying down on the ground outside the city.  The closer they got the more curious Fen became.  He looked at the people lying on the ground and realized they were all dead.  And Fen looked upon two corpses he would never forget.  His mother and father.  Tears welled up in his eyes.

The undertaker noticed him looking and pulled him away.  "It is a terrible sight.  Some slayer came into town and enlisted the townsfolk into wiping out a pack of werewolves that were living near here.  They'll all be burned by morning.  Now come on, let's get you a bath."

Fen spent the day with the undertaker after getting washed.  Finally night came.  Fen was just heading inside when he looked up.  The last thing he remembered before blacking out was the full moon staring at his face.

Fen woke shivering.  He was propped up against a tree, his clothes tattered.  Fen looked down at his hands.  Blood covered his arms.  Fen gasped as the events of last night came back to him.  The undertaker and his wife.  Dead by a six-year-old werewolf's hands.  But Fen didn't care.  They took them away from him.  And for that, they would all pay.

Fen trudged on through the cemetery.  He remembered the feeling that night.  The power.  What it felt like to be the hunter, not the hunted.  The joy and exhilaration it had given him.  He still reveled in it to this day.

Dan, the stones."

"I know. Too bright right now...they must be-"  Fen smelled them before he could see them.  Avlynn. And two vampires?!

Fen sniffed again. "Avlynn, what the f-"  She cut him off.

"Down boy...they're with me. This is Ronsom, and Emeline. Two vampires who also want to fix this universal problem we have."

Fen tuned out the rest of the conversation.  Fen was reeling inside.  Twice today Avlynn had betrayed him.  As much as he hated the humans he tolerated her living with them.  But befriending the slayers?  Now vampires?!  Avlynn seemed to be inviting everyone into her life but kept turning her back on him.  Why did it always hurt like this?

((Sorry for the long post.  Had to get it out of the system.  I'll edit any mistakes later.  Tired.))

Drogan rose quickly, though not of his own accord, with the bearer's mind incapacitated, the amulet gained an embodiment. Drogans eyes turned black and his head snapped to the right. And off he went, moving much quicker then before and reaching the tomb of the Destroyer rather quickly. Soon it would awaken.

Drogan's mind burst into awareness, though he now had absolutely no control of his body, his thoughts were his again and he speculated upon what had happened and where exactly he was going. He also wondered at the wolf he had seen and clashed with briefly. And he wondered how he had managed to keep his hat. Such answers, he assumed, would come in time.

Emeline stopped speaking, as she was interrupted and frustration was evident on her face. Everyone else turned and looked at the newcomer in wonder and bewilderment.

.....

"...do you have a late pass?" Dan asked, crossing his arms and looking to the sky, wondering where all these people were coming out of.

"What?" The new comer asked, furrowing his brow.

"I was just going to explain when you intruded. Take your place and please just let me continue..." Emeline said

"Wait wait, no. We know nothing of this person! How can we trust every vampire or werewolf or, in your cases, humans who come up?" Lev said

"There are deviants among every race... We should be more cautious here." Dan agreed. The slayers were growing ansy.

"Indeed. Who are you, and why should we not kill you?" Ronsom inquiried.

"My name is...Morgan Black. I've never seen some of the things Ive just seen tonight. Some of the things in question tried to kill me. This is probably the most interesting course of actions ive run into, and I'd like to see it through." Morgan answered.

"Very well lycan, allow me to continue..." Emeline said. She could smell that he was a werewolf.

(Will edit upon request)