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Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Alright, I'll make a post by tomorrow (Sunday) evening.
Happy midsummer to you lot!

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

The hit that Marcus received came out of nowhere. He had been careless. He thought that this being would have faltered or cried out pain, like those he used to rob year ago. First blow bringing them down in pain, crying, begging him to stop. Not this being. It didn’t care, didn’t feel pain, only got more angry. So when his second hit was to come down, the hand had came surprisingly fast – and hard. Like a sledge hammer, he thought, before his back hit the cots. It fell along with a screaming patient on the floor and Marcus was next to them on the floor

Pain didn’t bother him too much. He wondered if he was about to die. Bones broken in his chest and his body was numbing down the feeling, preparing to die. Then he thought that it was the being that had done this. And he felt the urge. The being was fighting back, but it was wounded, crippled, unbalanced. He’d slaughter him.

Marcus stood up, gritted his teeth. The fellow sickly man - no, a warrior- was safe from being’s wrath. “I have this! Get the beast!” He yelled. If the beast was to surprise them, they would be in trouble.

Marcus ran towards the being, cane tightly in his right hand. At the end he made a swing from left to right, aimed at the being’s right arm or side, whichever it’d hit.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Post sent. My wits weren't with me two days ago (reply came after a LARP) and I see that could have written something after all two days ago.

Anyway, I can post next time on Wednesday (perhaps Tuesday but I expect I'm exhausted then, too).

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus had barely time to feel the cae in his hand – Moderate weight, well balanced – when the door crashed. In came something from the stories that the streets had. Not a hound, not a man, but something between dressed in clothes too small to it, seams ripped at shoulders. Formidable both in its size and strength, as it had kicked the door in. There was no cut any longer in it’s other arm where the spear had pierced it and cut it when it pulled itself together. The beast wielded Marcus’s sword and a meat cleaver. However bad it seemed, it was still Marcus and the sickly man next to him still standing. Also, the order “Hurt” suggested beast couldn’t go full against the both, which would give the two an edge.

Marcus glanced to his right. His ally stomped surely on the ground, echoing that he was ready for battle. Marcus nodded and prepared to fight. He prepared to lunge. He felt the thrill… a challenge… A prey in front of him... A thought alien to him, once again the mysterious urge was trying to control him. Marcus flinched back realizing the loss of control and focused. This cost him time which they didn’t have at the moment and the distraction that his ally had given to him.

His ears sharpened. He heard the bell ring once again. Suddenly the being underneath him, ‘Echo’ as he had someone call it, flashed again red. Marcus glanced down- The leg was whole, so was it’s head, and as quickly as it had healed itself, it had risen. A sudden realization came to him. They were not safe as long as…

“The Bell! We have to get there!” He said to his ally, hoping he had his wits still with him. He swang his arm to right side quickly, changed the grip so that his hand was just underneath the handle, and swung to being’s head with cane's other end. Once, or three times if he had the time. They had to deal the Echo before the beast would be upon them.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Hmmm... My post would come this on Thursday, bit late I think, and wouldn't hold inside too much anything interesting, so I'd say I'll post after you @Dark Jack.

Also I'll be away from Friday to Tuesday, so I'll write a response on Thursday.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus fell to his right shoulder after his attach, but kept his sight on the beast. He watched in amazement the summoned demon’s actions. No matter the shattered leg, it still kept on fighting on. Pain should have been unbearable and stability lost, but it was not offended by such actions.

As he rose up, he was more amazed by the actions of the sickly man. He saw him land after taking leap backwards and could swear he saw, for a mere second, a grin, a thrill, eye glaring like determined to see the beast dead. A whimper from the beast, as to say “I missed? How?” as the sickly man made a dash forward and brought his sword down on the beast’s head. Beast let out another noise, this time a screech inhuman that Marcus felt like his heart would freeze. So inhuman, so unlike anything he had ever heard, voice from his nightmares and beyond.

And then the demon fell silent. Limp. And fell down. Marcus stood there for a second, amazed. Then he remembered. “The door… Door!” He yelled as a warning to the sickly man, and turned around. He looked at the door, then at the sickly man. His comrade had gotten a strike, Marcus was afraid if he was alive any longer. But he didn’t have time to go and take care of him.

His rifle was not good enough a weapon, he was afraid that the stock would loosen up and gun break or the barrel would bend. He took a look at the cane that the beast had. It had made an impressive mark on the floor with the attack he had done and it seemed to be of high quality, hopefully not hollow as the rifle. In normal situation he would have rushed to grab a sword or an axe to hack the beast and the bell ringer. But he couldn’t trust that he had time to do so, leaving the sickly man alone against the enemies on the other side. Rifle on his left hand, he reached to grab the weapon from the screeching demon...

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I can write something on Thursday, Marcus needs better weapon ^-^

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Well then! I introduce this old character of mine with new story to tell.

Arsene Velmont

Age: 36

Appearance: Arsene's height is bit over 170 centimeters and weight around 65 kilograms. Arsene has a messy, dark brown hair, long enough to go over ears but not over his eyes. The eyes are green and tired. Face is quite thin, triangular with cheekbones sticking on both sides. His lips are thin and face has quite usually an uncertain look.

He is quite lean and wears long, black jacket made out of fake leather. Underneath he has sweaters, dark red or blue as his usual colors, bit baggy to hide his skinniness. Jeans are bit saggy and too long, the cuffs are ripped as his worn leather boots have stepped on them. He looks like a poor man's matrix cosplay.

Concept: Dweller at the edge of paranormal realm. Lost soul that also walks between this world and others, hoping to get a piece of greatness from the other side while careful not to be eaten by it's inhabitants.

Arsene's dream: To get hold of something powerful from the deepest parts of Jotunheim, Abyss or some other realm. To become a legend.

Powers/skills: Arsene is a talented sleight-of-hand artist, a pickpocket and good at distracting people. He has connections to those at the edge between this world and others, known as ”The dwellers” or "edgers" or "rimmers" or what you want to call the, that he can ask for guide on paranormal rumors and assist... For a price. He has some knowledge on how to get to the other side, how to stay safe there or what awaits there. But the deeper one goes, the harder it is to have any reliable information. Deep enough and there are not even rumors.

Arsene has been lucky twice in his life and gotten hands on two artifacts. One is a horn from a lowly demon, capable to corrupt and disturb magic, but it's already losing it's power. Second one is amulet of Tyr, won from a card game. Protective runes are written on the golden coin's edge. Whispering them aloud creates a push of force that he can use to repel enemies or push foes away. But that too is for escape purposes, not for serious fights.

Writing Sample:

Don’t play with fire

One should never set even a little toe to the edge of Inferno. Even the gateway there that they had crafted didn’t look inviting. A Fiery pit of meter in radius filled with hot embers, charcoal and pieces of burned animal bones, made into burning mess with cursed oil. All surrounded with ritual circle that four of them had been drawing. Chantings in ancient languages that the most experienced of them had translated had made the high flames disappear and left a fiery pool, in which they should dive in.

Each were wearing similar bracelets, given to them by most experienced, Arezo. Arsene had met her on his trip to Pakistan. There were rumours of her travels and treasures that she acuired from other realms. Whispers told that she had been deep in the fourth circle of Hell, brought relics from lands of the dead of greater power and even made trades with beings in dark dimensions. Arsene could tell that most of the stories were just exaggarations when told from one to another. But that was what brought people to her, to get even a pinkie finger of powers tales told.

”So… Do these work?” Robert asked. He and his friend, Jenny, were young people from university. They weren’t faring there well but thought that these kind of excursions would bring them… Arsene didn’t know. Happiness, make everything alright? They wanted the powers of unknown but didn’t know what to do with it, they just knew it would solve all their problems. Arsene looked at these two poor souls in their hoodies and jeans, taking their first big adventures. Their faces were mixed with fear and excitement. Arsene answered on behalf of Arezo. ”To a degree. We arrive somewhere in the edge. But when we go deeper, flames in Inferno get stronger and then they’ll lose magic.”

Arezo frowned in her black gawn. She entered the pit. With each step she sank deeper and deeper, until at the center she had been swallowed whole. Arsene looked at the two, pushed some hair off his forehead and said ”Glofy favors the bold” before entering the pit himself. It felt warm, not hot thanks to the runes, each step found a solid footing deeper in the pit. Around him the embers came around him like a balls in a ballpit. He closed his eyes. And then, as he reached the center, he was pulled underneath, deep through realms, into the Inferno.

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Arsene was waiting outside the fiery pit through which he had hours ago entered Inferno. He was furious, trying to sit on a tree stump. Eventually the pit let out sparks in the air and out came Arezo. She dusted off the ash on her gawn, before she noticed Arsene. ”Oh. You survived.”
”That I did.” He said, looking with a murderous gaze at her.
”And two others?”
”Never made it. Quite clever trick you made there, sending us to the hounds. Used us as baits so you could get deeper.”
”And how did you survive? Holy water has no power there.”
”Neither did bracers you gave us.” He said and spat to the ground. His amulet had given him enough leverage to run from them hounds. Few pushes to barely save himself, not enough to save Robert and Jenny who were caught by the hounds almost immediately. Their souls would be tormented for a good eternity in that accursed place. Arsene was left with curse that one of the hounds gave to him with a bite to his arm.
”Yes. Pity. I expected them to last longer. Well… Mine did.” She said with half a smile. Arsene noticed though that she was not satisfied with a trip.
”Well, was it worth it? Sacrificing those two idiots there?” Arsene said with loathing.
”No. I couldn’t get deep enough until they sensed my presence.” Arezo answered. With a half a smile she continued, looking at Arsene. ”It seems they didn’t have enough to eat.”

Behind the Character dreams Adventures into the unknown. Mysteries, terror and drama. Every now and then I want Arsene's information to be cause of trouble when his information is off. Also between character to character, relationships perhaps starting from needs between one another and character and relationship development during the course of RP.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Now that you put it that way, I start to have second thoughts. After reading the description of the attack, I saw in my mind's eye that it would leap in front of Arctucus arms preparing to strike and after landing in front of him it'd swing it's arms. But if instead swing's already on the way while leaping, I'd say Marcus aims the right knee instead as mad one's head might be out of reach.

Is this change in action agreeable?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus never got the weapon. The being despite it’s rage hesitated, looked it’s surroundings. Being was between him and the rest of the… patients. Throwing a weapon or other sudden movement would perhaps provoke it. Perhaps that’s what they were afraid of. Marcus cursed.

His comrade made an effort though. He took a firm stance, few running steps and came behind the sick man. Everything was sudden after that. He heard the spear hit the chest. He saw the being grip it’s cane firmly and swing it with such a force that his companion actually flew backwards. Behind them cots and patients were hit by this cannonball of meat and patients, cots and such fell on the floor. The Beast’s cane itself was, surprisingly, still intact.

Being’s scarred body, or rather it’s scars, started to glow red and purple. Arms, legs and chest and head. Everything. Marcus knew nothing of arcana or these beings, so this could mean anything dangerous. He couldn’t take steps backwards due to door and the beast’s waiting, ready to grab him and thrust it’s claw through his chest. But the glowing being was turned backwards towards Marcus. so he took a solid grip with his two hands from the barrel of the rifle. He had no sword nor bullet. A sneak attack wouldn’t be effective, but he had to try.

As he lunged to action, beast too lunged towards the sick man. He was armed with weapons, but beast made attack from both sides with the wild movements. Marcus roared and while dashing pulled his rifle high. He swung down, rifle’s stock acting like a hammer, aimed to the beast’s right knee. To harm it, to distract the being, to make it's landing unsuccessful. He was prepared to strike the being again if the hit was successful.