A World of Secrets [FANTASY ZOMBIE RP][IC]

[Flarbinia]

"Big Brent may be a has been with a big ego, but someone doesn't become a big fish without being able to kick ass and take names. As for me, all I did was run numbers for the mob. Compared to Big Brent, I am a saint." Luca said to Karl as they were outside, the ground covered in snow. "Don't think that it being freezing cold will get you out of this fight. You get challenged, you have to fight. Rain or shine. Sleet or snow. No exceptions. No Excuses. Besides, you beat ten guys in a single afternoon while having a broken leg. I doubt that some unexpected snow is going to be any problem for you." Armando said to Karl, opening the gate into the makeshift arena, the pavement still covered in the blood of previous battle, Big Rig being carried to his private box on a throne of motorcycle parts and animal bones. Once Big Rig's throne was properly seated, he touched and blew into the microphone. "Bloods! Skinheads! Mobsters and Drug Dealers! Yesterday, Big Brent, the skinhead who used to run C Block before the society that sent us here collapsed, was confronted over hoarding wild onions he had found. When Karl ordered him to share them with his fellow inmates, he challenged Karl to a fight. Today, that little dispute shall be resolved. The only weapons the fighters are allowed to use are whatever they can get their hands on. Those merchants must really love garlic if they are willing to part with weapons over it. Now let the fight begin!" Big Rig said to the prisoners in the stands, the convicts cheering as Big Rig rung the bell, knives, machetes, hatchets, sledgehammers, and spiked baseball bats dangling from string tied to the top of metal poles.

[Odinburgh]

Karl stepped in grabbing the nearest weapon available. He started swinging the a gun around till he caught sight of Big Brent. Big Rig seemed amused about the upcoming fight as paced in front of Karl. "I'm ready.", as spoke to Big Rig as he began swirling around. "Pumped up and sock it to me."

[Flarbinia]

"Where the fuck did he get a gun? I specifically said melee weapons only." Big Rig asked one of his bodyguards as he sat on his throne, gazing at the two combatants from his personal box. "Don't worry. That Colt .45 Single Action only has one bullet." The bodyguard said as Big Rig drank a shot of Jack Daniels, Big Brent grabbing a spiked baseball bat as Karl opened fire, the bullet grazing the skinhead's shoulder. Big Brent charged at Karl, his older opponent rushing towards a hatchet dangling from a nearby pole.

[Odinburgh]

"Where the fuck did he get a gun? I specifically said melee weapons only." Big Rig asked one of his bodyguards as he sat on his throne, gazing at the two combatants from his personal box. "Don't worry. That Colt .45 Single Action only has one bullet." The bodyguard said as Big Rig drank a shot of Jack Daniels, Big Brent grabbing a spiked baseball bat as Karl opened fire, the bullet grazing the skinhead's shoulder. Big Brent charged at Karl, his older opponent rushing towards a hatchet dangling from a nearby pole.

"Whoa there Big Brent! No need to go pole vaulting when you are the pole looking for a hole.", Karel replied as he jumped over Big Brent. Then Karl dropped to the ground again to look at Big Brent. "Learn to control your anger."

[Flarbinia]

Whether Big Brent heard and understood him or not was not easy to tell, his grip on the spiked baseball bat tightening as Karl tested the machete in the air, a few practice strikes to take the stiffness out of his arm. The two charged at each other, Big Brent with his spiked baseball bat raised over his head with both hands and Karl keeping his blade off the ground at an acute angle. Karl had seen how Big Brent had fought, which was to knock bigger and stronger opponents down to the ground with a few well placed strikes and the momentum of his charge before going in for the kill. At the last second, Karl swung the machete, Big Brent's momentum allowing the mostly dull blade to slice through the neck with a single strike, the body continuing to run for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground, a few brief spasms before it stopped moving, blood soaking the ground. Luca escorted Karl out of the arena as Big Brent's lackeys walked in and pissed and spat all over their former leader's corpse, the well-deserved desecration followed by the skinhead being dragged out of the arena. When Karl returned to General Population, there was a massive feast in celebration of Karl's victory.

[Widgetalia]

Verona. Vèneto. Italy
"Montresor, my old friend. I assume that everything is in order?" Romeo asked the Vampire dressed in modern clothes as he entered the secret chamber of the Capulet Estate. "Attempted coups, infighting among your subordinates, Renfields complaining. The usual." Montresor said to Romeo as they began heading out of the secret chamber. "Have our strongholds been secured?" Romeo asked Benvolio as they headed through the the tunnel that lead to the Capulet Tomb. "As per your instructions. I even increased the capacity of the storehouse and stocked the empty space with blood so that we will be able to indulge ourselves for seven years instead of one." Montresor said to Romeo as they entered the Capulet Tomb, the bones of Juliet's relatives still laying where they were when they were buried. "You are dismissed. Me and my wife just returned and we would like to feel the nostalgia." Romeo said to Montresor as he gestured for the Vampire to leave, Juliet having followed the two. "Ah, the Capulet Tomb. I haven't been here since we were turned into Vampires. I haven't been this turned on since we were mortal." Juliet said as she and Romeo took off their clothes and began having sex where Juliet had been placed when House Capulet thought she was dead.

[Flarbinia]

Sparring Arena. Heaven
Athena stabbed at Amitiel, only to hit Thor, the Norse god of Thunder, blood gushing from his wound. Athena turned around and tried to stab Amitiel again, but Amitiel, after days of fighting, managed to cut Athena's arm. "Athena and Thor have bleed. As per the rules of the match, Amitiel is victorious." Set shouted, the audience applauding and cheering for Amitiel as Thor and Athena left the Sparring Arena. "Congratulations, my student. You have proven yourself worthy of being an Archangel. You will need to rest before your first mission." Raphael said to Amitiel as they flew towards the Archangel Barracks, the position of the Sun indicating that it was noon.

[Flarbinia]

Gumi. Gyeongbuk Province. Korea
Chinook helicopters flew towards the barricade from the east, restoring the morale of the Korean soldiers who had been deployed to contain the zombie hordes roaming the streets of Gumi, the second largest city in the Gyeongbuk Province of South Korea. The marines who exited the helicopters headed to the barricades and made every shot, the zombies attacking the South Korean positions dropping like flies as every bullet hit its mark. "I was sent here to bring five traitors to justice and that is what I am here to do. Evacuate any uninfected survivors you find to one of the coastal cities in the south." Admiral Hoffa Jones said when asked about why he was there.

[Odinburgh]

Whether Big Brent heard and understood him or not was not easy to tell, his grip on the spiked baseball bat tightening as Karl test the machete in the air, a few practice strikes to take the stiffness out of his arm. The two charged at each other, Big Brent with his spiked baseball bat raised over his head with both hand and Karl keeping his blade from the ground at an acute angle. Karl had seen how Big Brent had fought, which was to knock bigger and stronger opponents down to the ground with a few well placed strikes and the momentum of his charge before going in for the kill. At the last second, Karl swung the machete, Big Brent's momentum allowing the mostly dull blade to slice through the neck with a single strike, the body continuing to run for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground, a few brief spasms before it stopped moving, blood soaking the ground. Luca escorted Karl out of the arena as Big Brent's lackeys walked in and pissed and spat all over their former leader's corpse, the well-deserved desecration followed by the skinhead being dragged out of the arena. When Karl returned to General Population, there was a massive feast in celebration of Karl's victory.

Karl stood up as Big Brent's lackeys walked in and pissed that Karly used a gun in the fight. They slammed their crowbars against the wall behind Karl where he could hear zip near past his hand till they hit the wall. The Karl spoke as he picked up one of the crowbars, "Get lost. Unless you are here to fight me please schedule a fight with Luca. I am having a feast to celebrate my win. Don't interrupt my feast time assholes!"

[Flarbinia]

Feasting Hall. The Jade Tower. Faytown. Maine
"There's a new Dhampyr in town. She doesn't look like an enforcer of the law, so I doubt that she will be replacing Charlie as Sheriff." Tömörbataar, the Mongol member of The Circle of The Sun, said to Tarkhundaraba, the Hittite member of the Circle of The Sun, and Itzamatul, the Mayan member of the Circle of The Sun. "If Lucian wanted Argus dead, he wouldn't use assassins to achieve that end, so he is not threat to the Chieftain of Faytown." Bertrand Mossé said to Tömörbataar, Josias Rudhall, wearing his Confederate uniform, on his right, and Tokudaiji Hikotoshi, clad in his Samurai armor and brandishing his katana, on his left. Before the conversation could continue, large doors of jewel encrusted ivory opened, Cinnéididh Mac Colgáin, Lord Commander of The Circle of The Sun, walking into the Feasting Hall of the Jade tower, the headquarters and home of the Circle of the Sun, an elite order of Demigods sworn to defend the Chieftain of Faytown, flanked on both sides by bodyguards (Cinnéididh Mac Colgáin, like every Lord Commander before him, was constantly under threat of being killed for his position by the more ambitious members of the Circle of the Sun). "I am afraid that I am the bearer of bad news. As you are well aware, tensions with the Werewolves are rising. The Packs, believing us responsible for the scarcity of game in their territory, have united under Lucian. However, this is not the news I bring today. Hastia, Daughter of Argus, has been kidnapped. Flavius, Pe-meht-Khonsu, and Sámmol, three of our finest warriors, were found lifeless, the totem of Lucian's Pack sticking out of the back of Sámmol. Fortunately for those among you who oppose war with the Werewolves, Argus noticed that the killing blows were too precise to have been dealt by a Werewolf. Bertrand, Josias, and Tokudaiji will accompany the newcomer in rescuing Hastia before it is too late." Cinnéididh Mac Colgáin said to the assembled members of the Circle of The Sun.

[Odinburgh]

Feasting Hall. The Jade Tower. Faytown. Maine
"There's a new Dhampyr in town. She doesn't look like an enforcer of the law, so I doubt that she will be replacing Charlie as Sheriff." Tömörbataar, the Mongol member of The Circle of The Sun, said to Tarkhundaraba, The Circle's token Hittite, and Itzamatul, the Circle's Token Mayan. "We are The Circle of If Lucian wanted Argus dead, he wouldn't use assassins to achieve that end, so she is not threat to the Chieftain of Faytown." Bertrand Mossé said to Tömörbataar, Josias Rudhall, wearing his Confederate uniform, on his right, and Tokudaiji Hikotoshi, clad in his Samurai armor and brandishing his katana, on his left. Before the conversation could continue, large doors of jewel encrusted ivory opened, Cinnéididh Mac Colgáin, Lord Commander of The Circle of The Sun, walking into the Feasting Hall of the Jade tower, the headquarters and home of the Circle of the Sun, an elite order of Demigods sworn to defend the Chieftain of Faytown, flanked on both sides by bodyguards (Cinnéididh Mac Colgáin, like every Lord Commander before him, was constantly under threat of being killed for his position by the more ambitious members of the Circle of the Sun). "I am afraid that I am the bearer of bad news. As you are well aware, tensions with the Werewolves are rising. The Packs, believing us responsible for the scarcity of game in their territory, have united under Lucian. However, this is not the news I bring today. Hastia, Daughter of Argus, has been kidnapped. Flavius, Pe-meht-Khonsu, and Sámmol, three of our finest warriors, were found lifeless, the totem of Lucian's Pack sticking out of the back of Sámmol. Fortunately for those among you who oppose war with the Werewolves, Argus noticed that the killing blows were too precise to have been dealt by a Werewolf. Bertrand, Josias, and Tokudaiji will accompany the newcomer in rescuing Hastia before it is too late." Cinnéididh Mac Colgáin said to the assembled members of the Circle of The Sun.

One citizen stood up to speak. "I know of someone who could be of great help but he is in a Kansas prison. Since the electricity has been shut down there no indication if he is alive or not. He was put in exile."

[Flarbinia]

(OOC: This post ignores the previous post)
Outside Ringfang's Armor. Faytown
"So you're the escort Argus told me about? I was expecting someone more muscular." Vanessa Salazar said to the three warriors who approached her. "I see that you are the newcomer. Josias Rudhall, at your service. The filthy Yankee on my left is Bertrand Mossé and the Samurai on his left is Tokudaiji Hikotoshi. They hate each other; Bertrand hates Tokudaiji because Bertrand's unit fought in the Pacific during WWII and Tokudaiji hates Bertrand because Bertrand was born in what would become France and France was one of the three countries whose diplomatic intervention forced the Japanese to concede the Liaodong Peninsula in 1895. Me and Bertrand hate each other because we fought on opposite sides during the Gallic Wars, the Hundred Years War, and the American Civil War. The only reason we haven't killed each other is that our Oaths forbid us from doing so." Josias Rudhall said to Vanessa. "Vanessa Salazar. I have already been provided Silver and Mercury bullets, but if I am going to tangle with Werewolves, I need something more sustainable than what I have right now." Vanessa said to Josias. "Well, Balrog Ringfang has what you need. However, we only have 30,000 gold to spend on armor." Josias Rudhall said to Vanessa as they entered Ringfang's Armor.
Ringfang's Armor
"She needs the best armor you can give her for 30,000 gold." Bertrand Mossé said to Balrog Ringfang, the mute Half-Elf smiling with glee as she grabbed the Ogre Hide Helm of Wisdom, The Oaken Breastplate of Endurance, Spider Skin Gloves, and the Orcish Pauldrons of Strength, and placed it on the counter before pointing to the dressing room. After Vanessa had put on the armor, Josias Rudhall tossed the bag of coins on the counter before leaving with his three travelling companions.

[Odinburgh]

This post ignores the previous post
Outside Ringfang's Armor. Faytown
"So you're the escort Argus told me about? I was expecting someone more muscular." Vanessa Salazar said to the three warriors who approached her. "I see that you are the newcomer. Josias Rudhall, at your service. The filthy Yankee on my left is Bertrand Mossé and the Samurai on his left is Tokudaiji Hikotoshi. They hate each other; Bertrand hates Tokudaiji because Bertrand's unit fought in the Pacific during WWII and Tokudaiji hates Bertrand because Bertrand was born in what would become France and France was one of the three countries whose diplomatic intervention forced the Japanese to concede the Liaodong Peninsula in 1895. Me and Bertrand hate each other because we fought on opposite sides during the Gallic Wars, the Hundred Years War, and the American Civil War. The only reason we haven't killed each other is that our Oaths forbid us from doing so." Josias Rudhall said to Vanessa. "Vanessa Salazar. I have already been provided Silver and Mercury bullets, but if I am going to tangle with Werewolves, I need something more sustainable than what I have right now." Vanessa said to Josias. "Well, Balrog Ringfang has what you need. However, we only have 30,000 gold to spend on armor." Josias Rudhall said to Vanessa as they entered Ringfang's Armor.
Ringfang's Armor
"She needs the best armor you can give her for 30,000 gold." Bertrand Mossé said to Balrog Ringfang, the mute Half-Elf smiling with glee as she grabbed the Ogre Hide Helm of Wisdom, The Oaken Breastplate of Endurance, Spider Skin Gloves, and the Orcish Pauldrons of Strength, and placed it on the counter before pointing to the dressing room. After Vanessa had put on the armor, Josias Rudhall tossed the bag of coins on the counter before leaving with his three travelling companions.

"Yes I am the escort. I have come a long way as you seek my services. I am willing to set my aside my hatred to do what you need done. Surely Bertrand will agree that our hate for each does nothing to achieve anything when we should remain focus what is at hand.", Tokudaiji replied.

[Flarbinia]

Outside Ringfang's Shop. Faytown
"Stop flirting with her. She is not interested." Bertrand Mossé said to Tokudaiji Hikotoshi as they stood outside. "We should get going. The spell they used to hide their tracks would have dissipated before they crossed the Periphery." Josias Rudhall said to the others as the four began heading to the Faytown Periphery, the heavily warded border that separates Faytown from the rest of Maine. "Are you implying that there is a traitor among the Sorcerers?" Vanessa asked Josias as they continued walking. "No. Only a son of Loki can cast that kind of spell. Herman was not at his post when the kidnapping occurred and he was absent at the Jade Tower. I fought him at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Never turn your back on him." Bertrand Mossé said as they got closer to the Faytown Periphery. "Trahaearn and Donehogawa are also unaccounted for. I fought Trahaearn during the Wars of the Roses and the English Civil War. Donehogawa showed me how the Iroquois wage war. Underestimating either of them will get you killed in a heartbeat. Enough chit-chat. Once we get past the walls, the Periphery shouldn't be too far away." Josias Rudhall said as they headed out of the gate.
Faytown Periphery. Faytown
"Looks like Herman was rewarded as a traitor deserves, but the other two are still unaccounted for." Josias Rudhall said as he approached the Faytown Periphery and picked up the head of Herman, his face still expressing fear. "That is one less oath breaker we will have to deal with. Leave it." Bertrand said to Josias right before Josias tossed the head to the ground.

[Flarbinia]

The Runestone Road. The Forests Outside Faytown
"For the last time, Tokudaiji, we have only been travellin' down this road, which is hidden from Naturals by the enchantments engraved on the Runestones that were used to pave it, for a few hours. I doubt the traitors are dumb enough to be this close to Faytown." Josias Rudhall said to Tokudaiji Hikotoshi right before being shot in the chest by a sniper in a nearby tree, the bullet only missing his vital organs by a few inches, several more gunshots erupting from the bushes as they took cover, Vanessa Salazar pulling Josias Rudhall behind a nearby log. Bertrand Mossé aimed his M1 Garand, pointed it in the direction of the sniper, and pulled the trigger, the lifeless corpse of the sniper falling to the ground, the sniper rifle following it. "Will you look at that, boss? We were ordered to kill three children of the Devil's servants and we got ourselves a Dracula baby. It is a lucky day for us and the rookies." One of the men in the bushes said to his commander as the men were reloading their assault rifles, only to be shot in the heart by Bertrand Mossé. "Not just any Dhampyr, but the one that got away. Our new leader will give me a promotion for removing this old thorn in our side, preferably my old job." The bearded man in the Soviet uniform said as he stepped forward, the star with the Hammer and Sickle on his beret being replaced with a burning cross surrounded by a sun, the rest of his men walking out of the bushes with their guns pointed at the log. "You bastards. My mother felt genuine love for my father, even if it was unrequited, and you bastards made my life a living Hell. I had to grow up without a father or mother, my grandparents were executed for your crimes, and I spent my teen years fighting in the Middle East. I am going to send you and the rest of the Assembly of the New Testament to Hell, Sergei." Vanessa Salazar said to the old man as she raised her Berettas and opened fire, killing several of Sergei's men, the three Demigods assigned to escort her killing the distracted enemy soldiers. "No. This is between me and him. No guns." Vanessa said to Josias, Bertrand, and Tokudaiji as she reloaded her pistols, holstered them, and pulled out her machete, the three simply standing there as Sergei pulled out his ballistic knife.

[Flarbinia]

"You will regret this challenge, little girl. Most Dhampyr unlock their powers by your age. You haven't." Sergei said as he pointed his ballistic knife and fired into Vanessa's shoulder, tossing it aside and pulling out a bowie knife. "You recognize his? A little gift from Reverend Lionel. This blade was used by Quincy Morris to stab Dracula. I will gut you like a fish. Like mother, like daughter." Sergei said as he spun the blade around for a few moments before charging in. Vanessa blocked the bowie knife, only to be kicked in the stomach by Sergei. She responded by slicing open his belly with a well placed swing, Sergei dropping the bowie knife and kneeling to the ground, his free hand clutching his entrails. "You are pathetic. First you kill my mother with a weapon that was stolen from someone's grave, then you get your men killed in some foolhardy attempt to regain the number two position, you chose to fight someone who has spent her life learning how to kill people while your skills remained static, and now you will die at the hands of the one you wronged, alone and forgotten." Vanessa said as she sliced him from forehead to right cheek.

[Odinburgh]

"You will regret this challenge, little girl. Most Dhampyr unlock their powers by your age. You haven't." Sergei said as he pointed his ballistic knife and fired into Vanessa's shoulder, tossing it aside and pulling out a bowie knife. "You recognize his? A little gift from Reverend Lionel. This blade was used by Quincy Morris to stab Dracula. I will gut you with a fish. Like mother, like daughter." Sergei said as he spun the blade around for a few moments before charging in. Vanessa blocked the bowie knife, only to be kicked in the stomach by Sergei. She responded by slicing open his belly with a well placed swing, Sergei dropping the bowie knife and kneeling to the ground, his free hand clutching his entrails. "You are pathetic. First you kill my mother with a weapon that was stolen from someone's grave, then you get your men killed in some foolhardy attempt to regain the number two position, you chose to fight someone who has spent her life learning how to kill people while your skills remained static, and now you will die at the hands of the one you wronged, alone and forgotten." Vanessa said as she sliced him from forehead to right cheek.

Tokudaiji Hikotoshi quickly replied as ran into the area when he saw this happen. "Don't kill yourself. Why do this? Because you lost your mother you wish to be mortal. I can do that by sucking your immortality into my dagger."

[Flarbinia]

(OOC: In the view of avoiding GodMod and to maintain a fair and entertaining story, I will be responding in such a way that it removes the God-Modding, yet still advances the story.)
Japan. 796 BC
"You almost got yourself killed, my young friend. You need to control your anger. One wrong move and he would have killed you then and there." Hirohashi Tanenaga said to his one eyed apprentice as he stepped over the corpse of the warrior that Tokudaiji had killed by slicing the head from forehead to left cheek and smacked him in the back of the head with the reed he used as a flyswatter as hard as he can, the young warrior in the bronze armor rubbing the back of his head with his free hand for a brief moment, their comrades beginning to loot the corpses of their fallen foes. The two then joined the looting, scavengers that had been flying overhead feasting on the deceased.
Runestone Road. Maine. Present Day
"Well, now that we have gotten that mess out of the way and discovered that the Assembly of the New Testament is involved, we should get going." Bertrand Mossé said to the three members of the party as they continued heading down the Runestone Road.

[Flarbinia]

The party headed deeper into the forest, having reached the end of the Runestone Road hours ago. They approached several abandoned tents, smoke still rising from the burning ashes of the fire pit, ammunition boxes still piled up. "This is where Sergei ordered his men to set up camp. It is close enough to the Runestone Road to get into ambush positions before we left Faytown, but far enough away that we won't see the smoke prior to the ambush." Vanessa said to the rest of the group as they began searching the camp, ransacking the tents for anything they could find. "This is the Orb of Dunbar, one of the nine artifacts lost during Black Wind's War. It allowed its owner to predict every strategy and outcome of every battle and was gifted to Laertes, the previous chieftain of Faytown, by Trahaearn, who did not know of its true value until he arrived in Maine. It was housed at Château de Tanin before it fell to the Werewolves in 1903, leaving Faytown as the only Fay stronghold left in Maine. Lu Wuhan, the previous Lord Commander of the Circle of The Sun, was trapped in that fortress during that siege. Fortunately for us, Sergei was foolish enough to see it as a paperweight." Bertrand Mossé said to his comrades as he exited the largest of the tents, holding a small orb that constantly changed color as it was hit by sunlight. "Don't stare at the lights! Using the Orb of Dunbar would allow Donehogawa to track us, as he is a more powerful magic user than the Orc shamans back in Faytown. We managed to hold our own against a small number of men, but even with Vanessa's powers unlocked, we cannot possibly fight an entire army on our own." Josias Rudhall said to Bertrand Mossé, the Gallic Demigod handing the Orb of Dunbar to his rival, Josias quickly pocketing the item. "Did you find anything else while you were in there?" Vanessa asked Bertrand Mossé as she kicked dirt into the fire pit, extinguishing the ashes. "Other than written orders that are not important to our quest, a map of Maine that revealed the location of various Assembly of the New Testament Camps. The only one camp south of Werewolf territory that has not been abandoned or destroyed is three days away." Bertrand Mossé said to Vanessa as Josias Rudhall pulled a piece of paper out of his other pocket. "I found this intercepted message in what used to be the communications center. It says that Lucian's army will march on Faytown at first light of the New Year." Josias Rudhall said to the rest of the party, Bertrand and Vanessa cleaning their empty pistol clips before refilling them with ammunition from the makeshift armory. The party then headed north, leaving the abandoned camp to rot.

[Odinburgh]

(OOC: In the view of avoiding GodMod and to maintain a fair and entertaining story, I will be responding in such a way that it removes the God-Modding, yet still advances the story.)
Japan. 796 BC
"You almost got yourself killed, my young friend. You need to control your anger. One wrong move and he would have killed you then and there." Hirohashi Tanenaga said to his one eyed apprentice as he stepped over the corpse of the warrior that Tokudaiji had killed by slicing the head from forehead to left cheek and smacked him in the back of the head with the reed he used as a flyswatter as hard as he can, the young warrior in the bronze armor rubbing the back of his head with his free hand for a brief moment, their comrades beginning to loot the corpses of their fallen foes. The two then joined the looting, scavengers that had been flying overhead feasting on the deceased.
Runestone Road. Maine. Present Day
"Well, now that we have gotten that mess out of the way and discovered that the Assembly of the New Testament is involved, we should get going." Bertrand Mossé said to the three members of the party as they continued heading down the Runestone Road.

"I did not kill her. My anger has been under control for a long time. I do not have a weapon. A ghost has come into our realm from the land of the dead. This must be investigated Hirohashi. You have have all people know our realm and realm of the dead must never cross paths. It could spell doom if it reaches the mortal realm. It goes without saying zombie epidemic has occurred on Earth. Not saying this what caused this."

[Flarbinia]

"Who is he talking to?" Vanessa Salazar asked Josias Rudhall as they stared at Tokudaiji Hikotoshi, the party having stopped. "Gilgamesh Syndrome. It is a unique form of PTSD that only occurs in Demigods. They see something that reminds them of their past and they start hallucinating people who have been dead for centuries, speaking to them as though the event they remember was still the present they are living in and that current events are occurring in the past they are reliving. Every Demigod who has lived past one hundred has to deal with it from time to time. Fortunately, the hallucinations only last a few hours." Josias said to Vanessa as Tokudaiji stopped talking, his mind having returned to the present. "Yes, we heard every thing you said when you were hallucinating, even the bullshit about a ghost, a woman, and not having a weapon. Don't try to deny it. Everyone in the Circle of The Sun has had that moment where they got so caught up in a moment from their past that they cannot distinguish the memory from reality, as well as every Demigod who is not a member." Bertrand Mossé said to Tokudaiji right before the party began moving again. "While you were arguing with your long dead mentor, we found Sergei's camp, discovered the locations of Assembly of the New Testament camps that have not been abandoned or destroyed, and retrieved an artifact that we can't use without Donehogawa tracking us." Vanessa said to Tokudaiji as the group continued on its journey.

[Flarbinia]

Night had fallen over the forest, a blizzard covering the ground with snow. "We won't last long in this cold. We need to find shelter." Bertrand Mossé said to the rest of the party as they headed towards an abandoned shack and entered it, closing the door behind them and lighting the fireplace. "We should get going once we have warmed up. If we put off leaving until the blizzard stops, The Assembly of The New Testament will have evacuated the camp by the time we arrive." Vanessa Salazar said to the rest of the group. "None of you, not even the Dhampyr, can survive out in the open." A yellow eyed hairy figure said to the party, Josias Rudhall pulling out his revolver and pointed it at the Werewolf. "Red Dawn. Son of Blue Lightning. Grandson of Black Wind. A member of Grey Thunder's pack. I bet that you are also seeking shelter from the blizzard? Grey Thunder does not desire a war with Faytown, hence why you did not try to kill us the moment we walked in." Josias said to Red Dawn, cocking the hammer of the Colt 1851 Navy. "Yes. Me, Sven, and Oleg were sent to intercept Assembly of The New Testament scouts on their way back to Camp Gideon, but the blizzard split us up." Red Dawn said to Josias Rudhall, the Demigod lowering his gun. "Considering that we have a common enemy, you are allowed to join us. We will need a guide if we hope to reach Camp Gideon. However, you must return to Grey Thunder once Hastia is rescued." Bertrand Mossé said to Red Dawn, the Werewolf simply nodding in approval. Once the party had been warmed up, they began heading north again, only stopping to take shelter or kill an Assembly of the New Testament scout.

[Odinburgh]

Night had fallen over the forest, a blizzard covering the ground with snow. "We won't last long in this cold. We need to find shelter." Bertrand Mossé said to the rest of the party as they headed towards an abandoned shack and entered it, closing the door behind them and lighting the fireplace. "We should get going once we have warmed up. If we put off leaving until the blizzard stops, the Assembly of the New Testament will have evacuated the camp by the time we arrive." Vanessa Salazar said to the rest of the group. "None of you, not even the Dhampyr, can survive out in the open." A yellow eyed hairy figure said to the party, Josias Rudhall pulling out his revolver and pointed it at the Werewolf. "Red Dawn. Son of Blue Lightning. Grandson of Black Wind. A member of Grey Thunder's pack. I bet that you are also seeking shelter from the blizzard? Grey Thunder does not desire a war with Faytown, hence why you did not try to kill us the moment we walked in." Josias said to Red Dawn, cocking the hammer of the Colt 1851 Navy. "Yes. Me, Sven, and Oleg were sent to intercept Assembly of the New Testament scouts on their way back to Camp Gideon, but the blizzard split us up." Red Dawn said to Josias Rudhall, the Demigod lowering his gun. "Considering that we have a common enemy, you are allowed to join us. We will need a guide if we hope to reach Camp Gideon. However, you must return to Grey Thunder once Hastia is rescued." Bertrand Mossé said to Red Dawn, the Werewolf simply nodding in approval. Once the party had been warmed up, they began heading north again, only stopping to take shelter or kill an Assembly of the New Testament scout.

Tokudaiji Hikotoshi opened a book that came from the Great Library. He turned to a page which he seemed puzzled about a picture of some beast that have been exiled to the far off lands but with recent events. He pondered a few seconds as flipped a few more pages then back to one page again. "The Dhampyr is not dead. I believe this to be so. They may not be able to survive out in the open but they do only attack at night. Even their species may have adapted to sunlight with help of those from the necromancer Asior. Long dead he may be but his spirit is trying to materialize into our world once more and he has an army."

[Flarbinia]

"Dhampyr can survive in sunlight because they are born without the weaknesses of a Vampire, not because they had the assistance of the "servants" of a deluded charlatan out of some old wives tale. Dhampyr can last longer in the cold than humans and even some Demigods due to being half-Vampire, but a blizzard like this can kill one just as easily as a human. As for the book you are reading, It took eight hundred and seventy four years to complete the Tome of Rare Monsters and the ones who wrote it recorded local legends that had been told for a thousand years. Argus told me that when he loaned it to me last summer. Now that I know you found it, I can return it to him once we have rescued Hastia." Bertrand Mossé said to Tokudaiji as he took the Tome of Rare Monsters and handed it to Josias Rudhall, the Demigod in the Confederate uniform looking at the page Tokudaiji was reading. "Thunder Behemoth. A nine headed beast with the horns of a ram, the fangs of a serpent, the wings of an eagle, the legs of a tiger, and the tail of a crocodile. When cut with a blade that can penetrate its thick hide, it bleeds gold instead of blood. It is constantly surrounded by storm clouds. Banished to the Dreamlands by a wizard whose village was starving due to it eating all of their livestock. Thank the Gods we won't face that thing." Josias Rudhall said before handing it back to Bertrand Mossé. "The blizzard has died down. Camp Gideon is on the other side of the next hill." Red Moon said to the rest of the party, everyone heading north.

[Flarbinia]

"Camp Gideon. The Assembly of the New Testament must be battening down the hatches. We need to kill the enemy commander and destroy the enemy supply depot before it becomes too strong to attack." Red Dawn said to the rest of the Party as they stared at the camp from the bushes on the hill, the headquarters being a cabin instead of a large tent, the perimeter surrounded by a palisade and protected by large wooden towers. They turned around and saw a large group of Werewolves heading towards Camp Gideon, the Assembly of the New Testament garrison rushing to defend Camp Gideon. "Looks like Pierre is not as content to pick off Assembly of the New Testament scouts as Grey Thunder. This assault will be the distraction we need to get inside without alerting the enemy." Bertrand Mossé said to the rest of the party right before signaling them to head down the hill, pointing his finger in the direction of a blind spot. Tokudaiji kicked a hole in the section of wall, the wood having rotten. The party rushed in and killed the men who noticed the sound of breaking wood.