[center][h3][i][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3205175]~Maria~[/url][/i][/h3][/center]
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[center][i][color=9e0b0f]"..."[/color][/i][/center]
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Maria was silent, as cold and silent as a tombstone, all the while the insane hunter not only tried to choke her ([i][color=9e0b0f]When was the last time I drew breath? Too long ago... can't remember.[/color][/i]), but also licked her face ([i][color=9e0b0f]A man's tongue... disgusting and useless.[/color][/i]). The huntress' pupils narrowed almost to the point of being imperceptible and a scowl bared her ivory-like teeth, including two pairs of sharp fangs.

If it were not for Sinthe and Donny pulling the demented hunter away from her, Maria would have been tempted to show him what true madness is like, but it was too late now. However, after they had subdued the man, the two hunters would notice a gush of crimson flowing from his mouth and the throes characteristics of one fighting for breath. On Maria's bloodied hand was the tongue which licked her but a moment ago, still spewing squirts of blood as Maria discarded it on the floor unceremoniously. [color=9e0b0f]"I hope you have enjoyed the taste. Now, drown in your delusions and die."[/color]

How she did that? Only God, or perhaps the Devil, will know.

A couple of minutes later, as the insane hunter's torch was finally blown away, after an agonizing departure...

[color=9e0b0f]"Let's get the cat out of the bag first,"[/color] Maria said, taking a look at the hunters that had already assembled at the chapel while cleaning her hand with a handkerchief that appeared to belong to one of high-birth, considering the intricate embroidery and silky look. [color=9e0b0f]"You are all dead, and this is what you got for afterlife. Neither Heaven, nor Hell, just this pitch-lack, grimmy place and I —Maria E. B'thory—, as your humble hostess."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Also, you'll all notice that you've lost some (all) of your memories. This is the catch of this game, if you manage to recover them, you might be able to meet you fate. In the mean time,"[/color] Maria made a pause, to let the info sink on their minds, before resuming her explanation, [color=9e0b0f]"You're to live as hunters —[i]Jaegers[/i], if you fancy the term— and dispose of the beasts that plague this land of nightmares. Or so, is the will of the one running the show..."[/color]

Maria concluded her 'briefing' tipping her prized hat to the newly christened hunters and pointing to the altar of the Absolute, above which the alien god's holy symbol hung. [color=9e0b0f]"Ut absolutam gratiam tuam... you'll find all that you need behind the altar. As son as that old fool thinks it's time to make an appearance."[/color]