LordOfTheNight

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

@Inertia

In my post I mentioned all the people who are involved. Hope that helps haha

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

Conner stood quietly in the waiting room as he tended the fire and ensured the bar had glasses, drinks, things of that sort. He was eager to meet the hunters and to begin this war against the darkness that was gathering. As though on cue, he heard a powerful knock at the door. Conner walked to his desk and grabbed his pistol, slipping the weapon into his jacket pocket. He moved quickly towards the door and looked to see that the hunters were standing and waiting. Conner sighed and relaxed a bit seeing that the hunters were here and not trying to kill one another.

Conner turned the knob and opened the door, looking to see the hulking Adam standing before the door, along with several other hunters. "Ah. I'm glad to see that everyone is getting along just fine" he said with a thick British accent as he smiled a bit. "Please please come in, you are expected. I am Doctor LeStrange" he said as he looked at the hunters, moving out of the way and inviting them inside. "We shall adjourn to the study, feel free to warm yourselves by the fire and make yourselves some drinks" he remarked with a light tone.

The doctor lead the rag tag group through the manor; passing by lavish statues and paintings as he lead the way into the study. Conner opened the large doors to reveal the massive fireplace, books beyond counting. A map of the world. A bar. Anything that you might wish. The room was decorated in a rather tasteful manner. Oil paintings dawned the walls, statues were there as well. There was china, silver, various other priceless heirlooms and artifacts. He was glad to see that everyone was getting along and hoping it could stay this way.

Conner walked slowly through the room and produced his pipe from his coat, packing fresh tobacco in and lighting it with a match as he took a few puffs to get it burning. "I realize many of you may have questions and I realize that many of you are curious as to why you are all here. It would surprise me a great deal if none of you were curious as to why a stranger summoned you to an organization you've never heard of" he said as he moved through the middle of the room, making sure to make eye contact with everyone.

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Adam remained silent as the hunters began to arrive one after the other. Adam was incredibly still aside from his own breathing. His breath fogged in the cool air as he glanced at the fellow hunters. A man clad in armor that was nearly as tall as he was. Adam however was still much larger. He could hear discussions and turned a bit more as one of the hunters offered a bite of bread. Adam's expression went from rather blank to that of confusion. Kindness was a rarity to him. Especially given his rather grotesque appearance and his immense size.

As Adam turned and looked to the young man, you could see just how scarred his face and body was. True he was put together but the man appeared to be pieced together and held together by stitches and luck. Adam reached slowly and took a small piece of the bread, giving a slight nod in appreciation. He popped the piece into his mouth and chewed slowly as the massive door opened. Before him stood a bearded man who appeared to be in his 40s. He almost appeared to be a college teacher. Wise in his own way. Adam was quiet as the man welcomed them into the manor itself and remained quiet as he followed this Doctor LeStrange. The manor was enormous in size. Even by his own standards, he fit perfectly with plenty of room for him to fit through the doors.

The study was even more massive than the manor hallways itself. The fireplace was impressive, the study itself was impressive. "My god, I've never seen so many books in my life" he said in a quiet tone. Adam was completely astounded at this monument to knowledge. Edgar Allen Poe, Mary Shelly, Washington Irving, geniuses of their time. Adam couldn't help but scowl as he looked over Mary Shelly's work. It annoyed him to say the least but he said nothing as he slipped off his hood, revealing his face for all to see. Horribly scarred, one eye a different shade than the other. One blue, one brown.

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@Roosan
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@Inertia
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The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

No problems at all haha. Sooner we have a majority of the hunters posting, the better haha

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

@Inertia Characters are staying in my possession. I want to keep the characters a mystery to everyone. If your character already has history with another character than chances are you already know the other character. I will likely dedicate the character tab to monsters and things of that sort

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

@potatochipgolem

Science and Magic follow different rules. Science is based on the laws of the natural. Magic on the other hand follows the laws of the supernatural.

Alchemy is a science based field that imitates magic but isn't magic. Alchemy follows a law of nature, the law of conservation of energy. Changing one metal into another follows said rule, it's still metal and nothing new is truly formed. Now if you were to make a gold ingot appear out of nowhere, now your venturing into supernatural law. Magic and science CAN connect but the results generally create problems because you are now dealing with something that follows a whole new set of rules. Magic is trumped by magic. Science is trumped by science.

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

@Talis
1) We will be dealing with all walks of life here. Vampires, werewolves, Bigfoot, Wendigo, Deep Ones, it's all fair game.

2) Magic and science are two separate entities that do not connect (or at least shouldn't). They can imitate one another but in the end they are completely different. As to crosses and faith it all comes down to the monster, the item you use, and your own faith. If you were to brandish a Christian cross to a vampire from a strictly Buddhist province it would do nothing. Brandish a cross made from the silver given to Judas to the same vampire and it will be a different story

3) Social norms are lack for the Order but how your character acts is up to you. If you're a bigot, fine. If it gets in the way of the hunt however it can mean life or death

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

Yes to Vatican City.

No on characters. I want the characters to be a mystery to one another if they haven't met. No sense in your character knowing another character's history if they haven't met haha

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

The RP is officially open.

Note to all those who are participating, I am making a sort of monster list. While we'll have werewolves, vampires and the likes, there will be subspecies of each BIG name creature. For instance, while all bloodsuckers are vampires; not all vampires are cut from the same cloth. A Carpathian vampire will very greatly in both strength, appearance, and weakness than to say a Meso-American vampire. Same with werewolves. So please, if you have an idea for a subspecies of vampire or werewolf or whatever, hit me with a PM and I will consider it.

Thank you!

The Order: A Tale of Monster Hunters

I am proud to say that the RP is now open! Begin posting

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

- November 3, 1834 -

Ah there was nothing quite like the sound of rain on a cool November evening. There was simply something divine about the sound. Something that helped the man calm and relax as he worked. Though the night was cool, the room was warm as a large fireplace crackled and popped as he worked. He was by no means a tall man but he was by no means short. He was only slightly taller then his fellow man. His black hair had a slight shine to it as he sat quietly, his feet propped up on a foot rest and a book in hand. A cup of tea sat beside him, still hot and barely touched as he ran his eyes across the book. He took a slow breath as he continued reading.

On his desk was the usual. A few books on mixing and making gunpowder, unsolved murders of the 18th century, things of that nature. A few letters he had yet to send to the Pope stating that he would soon be heading to Romania to investigate the murders that had been occurring near a small village. A few bolts from his crossbow as well as a small crucifix. Everything in his room was right where he needed it to be, while it was by no means tidy, it most certainly wasn't a pig sty. Conner took a sip of his tea and sighed as he slipped the velvet bookmark into the page he was on, closing the cover and setting the book down. Slowly, Conner LeStrange rose. He let out a slow breath as he walked quietly to the window, observing the hustle and bustle of Rome.

Oh how glad Conner was to have a home in a city as beautiful as Vatican City. He smiled a bit at the thought of how strange the times were. Pistols that didn't require a minute to reload immediately after firing a bullet, trains that took you from one place to another faster then by horse and carriage. He smiled a bit more at the thought of the train ride he'd taken not too long ago. What a treat it was. His smile dwindled as he thought of his little girl. Anna. She wasn't very little anymore, 20 years old now. She had sprouted up like a weed. She was getting married last time he'd heard. He sighed a bit in slight depression at the fact she hadn't asked him to the wedding. Alas, he'd chosen to hunt vampires and to join the Order. The needs of the many always outweighed the needs of the few.

Dr. LeStrange watched as the horses and carriages went back and forth. Times were changing he could feel it. He was curious to see what the future had in store. What could possibly be made? He didn't know. So much had changed already. Conner turned and took a sip of his tea. He could see the Pope's home from here, quite impressive really. It reminded him of the Ancient Greeks. He sighed and set his cup of tea down, putting his glasses on to take a look at who would be arriving soon.

Mages, Warriors, Hunters, Scientists. People of every background, gender, skin color. He had sent letters out to all members of the supernatural community. He'd done his best to ensure that all could come to Vatican City quickly. Each one was invaluable in their own way, each one an expert in their own field. All Conner could hope for was that it would be enough

As Conner finished with the files in question, he walked to the map where Father Henry was working diligently researching various news articles, local legends, things of that sort. Conner examined the map and then looked to Henry. "Any suitable leads Father?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Henry rubbed his neck and nodded. Father Henry was Vatican City's personal historian and the Order's official archivist. His job was to go over bits and pieces of information and record it all by hand. If anyone could notice patterns and link them, it was the Father. "I've come across three possible incidents so far but I'm digging deeper to find out anything I can. Only so much I can do with bits and pieces of information coming in from around the world" he said.

Conner chuckled. "Not to worry. I have faith in you Father. If anyone can do this, it's you" he said. Conner glanced over the father's shoulder and examined the locations in question. Paris, Germany, and a small coastal town in America by the name of Innsmouth. Curious. A priest came before him and whispered that the hunters would be arriving any moment. "Ah, thank you brother. I will adjourn to the study" he said as he turned and began for the study.

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Thunder. Lightning. These were the sounds that awoke Adam from his slumber as the wagon took him to his unknown destination. Thunder and Lightning. The tools of his creation by the hands of an eccentric medical student. It had been a difficult birth. He had been born in sheer, terrified agony. He wasn't the being his father had intended, not the golden triumph of immortality. He had been an abomination in the man's eyes. His father had fled screaming, and the first human action he experienced was rejection. Was there ever a creature so alone? So helpless? Was every newborn creature abandoned when they were born? Was this what life was? He didn't hate humanity, nor did he love humanity. Adam wished simply to be accepted. He still harbored some anger and some hatred for his father. But he felt guilt nonetheless. His anger and his rage had been the tools of his father's undoing as the thunder and the lightning had been the tools of his creation.

Adam didn't know how this "Dr. LeStrange" had managed to find him, didn't know what he knew of him. Adam only knew that this would be his only chance of finding Nergal. Nergal, agent to the prince of darkness himself. A demigod if you will. He'd been set free thanks to his naivety. Like his father, Adam had brought a monster into this world. It was Adam's duty to stop this monster before any damage could be done. Adam looked up from the wagon's floor as he was greeted by the sight of the city of Rome as the rain came down. Adam admired the beauty of the city, admiring the purity of it all. Adam was a grotesque monster but even something like him can admire and recognize beauty and purity. Adam looked over his supplies. His books, runes, salt, all the things he needed to hunt demon kind. Though one of his most effective weapons was his brute strength and lack of a soul. Though for Adam, such accusations were wounding, though true. Souls were defined as the principle of life, feeling, thought, and action in humans. They were regarded as a distinct entity separate from the body and yet Adam had principle. He could feel, think, and take action. In a way, the monster had a soul.

Adam lurched a bit as the wagon stopped before a lavish home, one larger than anything he'd ever seen. The doors looked strong enough to stop a mob. Adam grabbed his bag and hopped of the wagon with a heavy thud. Adam was a hulking creature, standing at an amazing 8 feet tall and weighing 354 pounds of pure muscle. Adam gathered his things in his rucksack. He moved slowly, his feet thudding heavily as he walked towards the door, knocking on the door with three powerful knocks. His hood hid most of his face as he approached. His presence was intimidating, his footsteps a clear indicator the man was heavier and stronger than the average human being. There this giant figure stood, quiet aside from the sound of his breathing and the rain.