The Steam Revolution was in full swing. Scientists and inventors stood shoulder to shoulder, finding and breaking the newest limits of the Steam Engine and the power that it could provide, for every sort of cause. From propelling the brand new means of transport, the Airship which would eventually completely obsolete the older means of crossing the areas impassable through conventional means, to creating factories capable of creating untold amounts of goods and resources, the Revolution saw no boundaries that it couldn't cross, no limits it could not smash. It as inevitable, then, that such means would be applied to war, both man against man and man against beast. And not just the beasts of the wilderness either. Creatures of the supernatural, beings that man could do little more than hope that primitive weapons and talent could stave off the dark long enough for dawn to come once more. Now emboldened by the arms of steam powered warfare, from rifles and pistols capable of matching the output in raw power of dozens of pre steam era weapons to airships specially designed to track such supernatural beings, especially in their most natural environment, mankind had set out to destroy all that had proven hostile to it in the past, or barring that, controlling what they couldn't destroy.
The Order of Her Blessed Knights, an old and venerable house of Vampire Hunters, was one of the first to embrace this new wave of technology in combination with their old methods of tried and true practices. Stakes now modified to be launched from rifles, holy water the same, the first wave of these new Steam Knights thought themselves above their enemies of old. They were slaughtered, all the newest and best technology of the time faltering in the face of hundreds or thousands of years of experience in besting human hunters. The Order, while devastated, now found itself with a small core of survivor veterans, had to adopt new methodology instead of just new technology. Such methodology would find itself being tested in the forests that long provided shelter to the supernatural, old ruins and forts dotting its interior.
HMS Resilience, a specialized breed of Airship designed to act as a base of operations more so than a temporary tool or resource, slowly drifted across the moonlit sky. It was the autumn Harvest Moon, so the land was bathed in a reddish light, which made several of the newer recruits aboard the Resilience more than a bit nervous. However, Adrian Shieldworth, former Army Captain, despite his relative inexperience, stood confidently overlooking the forest from the port side of the airship. He was a posted watch currently, observing the forest from their relatively safe vantage point, while several of his superiors stood at the wheel, consulting reports and plotting the most likely places to sweep for their prey this night. The amount of caution being shown was well warrented, due to the slaughter of so many of their fellow hunters early on in the steam era of their order. Adrian was one of the first recruits that was called upon to replace lost men immediately after the slaughter, and was impressed upon time and again by his betters the caution and wariness required to operate in their line of work.
Adrian was not wearing his mask or goggles, goggles perched on his head and mask hanging around his neck, so calm hazel eyes scanned the ground while a slight smirk rested upon his face. He lacked the weary look of those who had been in this job longer, there was not enough time yet for him to have developed those, and his attire was hardly resembling that of a former Captain. A long brown greatcoat, over a buttoned vest that concealed the thin plate of armor that he was issued. He preferred to remain light on his feet, hence the lack of heavier armor. Gauntlets on his arms also provided protection without slowing him overly much. A pair of equally brown slacks and black jackboots finished his obvious attire. Under his greatcoat was a holster for his revolver, which he still carried despite its useless nature against Vampires, and he held his modified rifle, scanning and occassionally looking down its sights at suspicious points of interest. It was from this point he awaited the chance to sound the alarm, that they had finally found something after the last week of nothing.
The Order of Her Blessed Knights, an old and venerable house of Vampire Hunters, was one of the first to embrace this new wave of technology in combination with their old methods of tried and true practices. Stakes now modified to be launched from rifles, holy water the same, the first wave of these new Steam Knights thought themselves above their enemies of old. They were slaughtered, all the newest and best technology of the time faltering in the face of hundreds or thousands of years of experience in besting human hunters. The Order, while devastated, now found itself with a small core of survivor veterans, had to adopt new methodology instead of just new technology. Such methodology would find itself being tested in the forests that long provided shelter to the supernatural, old ruins and forts dotting its interior.
HMS Resilience, a specialized breed of Airship designed to act as a base of operations more so than a temporary tool or resource, slowly drifted across the moonlit sky. It was the autumn Harvest Moon, so the land was bathed in a reddish light, which made several of the newer recruits aboard the Resilience more than a bit nervous. However, Adrian Shieldworth, former Army Captain, despite his relative inexperience, stood confidently overlooking the forest from the port side of the airship. He was a posted watch currently, observing the forest from their relatively safe vantage point, while several of his superiors stood at the wheel, consulting reports and plotting the most likely places to sweep for their prey this night. The amount of caution being shown was well warrented, due to the slaughter of so many of their fellow hunters early on in the steam era of their order. Adrian was one of the first recruits that was called upon to replace lost men immediately after the slaughter, and was impressed upon time and again by his betters the caution and wariness required to operate in their line of work.
Adrian was not wearing his mask or goggles, goggles perched on his head and mask hanging around his neck, so calm hazel eyes scanned the ground while a slight smirk rested upon his face. He lacked the weary look of those who had been in this job longer, there was not enough time yet for him to have developed those, and his attire was hardly resembling that of a former Captain. A long brown greatcoat, over a buttoned vest that concealed the thin plate of armor that he was issued. He preferred to remain light on his feet, hence the lack of heavier armor. Gauntlets on his arms also provided protection without slowing him overly much. A pair of equally brown slacks and black jackboots finished his obvious attire. Under his greatcoat was a holster for his revolver, which he still carried despite its useless nature against Vampires, and he held his modified rifle, scanning and occassionally looking down its sights at suspicious points of interest. It was from this point he awaited the chance to sound the alarm, that they had finally found something after the last week of nothing.