[@Polaris North][@Alivefalling] in Lapenzan
[h1]Nathaniel[/h1]

At the sound of the words “were-wolf” Nathaniel brandished his sword again, jabbing it directly into Leonils chest, not cutting through, just pushing against it.  [color=f26522]”WE ARE NOT WORKING WITH WEREWOLVES!”[/color], his voice echoed within the helmet, a slight of pain could be heard but would be passed off by rage.  Nathaniel pulled away his sword and dug it into the ground beneath him, [color=f26522]”We will not fight a battle against hell with the [u]spawn[/u] of hell, we will gather men from all of the world to fight against this vampire menace, there are still many who may help us, the flame hunters of the east and the vampire hunters in the north who are closest to Gallowstein.  We do not need the aid of monsters in a war against them, we have what we need right here.”[/color], before the incident Nathaniel would not have been like this, he never dreamt of hunters and xenophobic wars, he was a holy man.  The populace heard shouting and came to see what was wrong, soon they too would be plotting against the vampires, many came forward and crowded, a large group of armed men appeared from the ruins of the city, men young and old, all led by a gruff man with a sledge hammer.
“We want to fight them, this world belongs to us!” He said, the formation of men behind him shouted in unison, they were not soldiers but they sure acted the part.  Nathaniel looked to his old friend and to the ragged young werewolf whom he didn’t know the identity of, waiting for their response.