Melkor

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Just where are you taking him... Ah... The man with the woman following behind had arrived at what could be described as the law enforcement building in the town - Roy could tell because above the door was a massive sign which read 'Sheriff'. He could only assume that meant that it was a building occupied by the law enforcement entity of the town. The sheriff of the town, or perhaps a deputy, came storming past Evans, who was hiding behind a tree on the side of the road. He was talking something about dead people to another man, who seemed to himself be some form of law enforcement. I'm sorry... what? Dead people walking? What is all of this about... Roy could tell something was off and it wasn't just the talk of dead people walking, it was like a sixth sense he'd developed in Africa... He could tell there was danger, he just didn't know what it was.

He looked up at the tree, it harbored some sturdy-looking branches, he looked at the truck and began to climb. Placing his feet in footholds and pulling with handholds he scaled the, oak?, it was probably an oak tree. He'd reached a particularly stable branch near the top and set himself up. This may be too much... but I feel safer in up here... I have a bird's eye view over the town now... He could see a great many things. The group behind the sheriff's building took his notice over other going ons in the town. There was a man who everyone was looking at, judging from their body language, the single man was hostile... or perhaps the group was - they were the ones at the law enforcement building. They're probably the good guys... What the bloody hell is that?

The soldier took notice of a whistling... It sent shivers down hhis spine. He had already unclasped his Enfield revolver from the right side of his holster-harness... He drew the weapon at this point. It wasn't long after that he heard the gunshot... He reared his head around and saw a man, who was older - in his fifties? - He held a rifle and had taken a shot at the man behind the building. The man... He has claws now... What is this? What have I stumbled into? I'm in America right? Is this what it's like here? People with claws? Dead people walking? I think I prefer Africa... The man with the claws dodged the shot... How the hell? Evans reached to his back and procured an Enfield rifle, made sure it was loaded. He braced himself against the tree, aimed an took a shot - the man dodged again, he took another shot - he dodged again. I'm running out of bullets... One more! He took a third shot, the man dodged, well... mostly. Roy's last bullet caught him in the left foot. One hundred and fifty meters... How is he able to do that and what is that God-awful noise...

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

This will be much more difficult than the last time... Our numbers are fewer and theirs are greater... They have the advantage... As the slavers approached, Melvus' right hand rummaged in one of the inner pockets of his robe until he produced a vial. Using his left hand, he uncorked the vial and poured it out on his outer cloak, which was covered in blood still.

The clear liquid pulled itself from the bottle, until the last drop, it thinned itself out until it covered the entire cloak. The fabric maintained its lucidity but was now as hard as armor. One hour... I have plenty of time... It didn't take long for the enemy to get into a formation, archers behind, the slaver, himself, behind them on a horse barking orders at the rest of their lot, a few swordsmen with dogs... No, wolves... Melvus silently cursed. The enemy is more organized this time... Melvus glanced down at his right arm, he figured that the elf's healing magic would be enough, it felt mended at any rate.

Not long after the enemy formed up, the archers let off a volley of arrows at the group. Melvus turned around and pulled his hood over his head. He could feel the arrows through the fabric, it was as though a small child was lightly punching his back. It's effective if nothing else... When Melvus turned around he was met with a wolf. It was in his face, well... not really in his face but it was really close, just a few feet away at this point. Not far behind the wolf was a handler, he was one of the swordsmen, who carried a chain and a longsword.

As the wolf jumped to attack, Melvus brought up his staff and pushed the dog off of him, not before it knocked the wizard to the ground. Melvus quickly regained his footing, by this point the mercenary, Melvus decided that he must be a mercenary or a bandit of some type - perhaps a slaver himself, the merc-bandit-slaver charged the wizard, neither of them really took notice of growing fog behind them. Melvus side stepped as the merc-bandit-slaver lunged. The dog jumped again. The beast broke a few white-yellow teeth on his cloak as it attempted to sink it's fangs into his right arm. Melvus knocked it off with his staff, rearing around he pointed the staff at the hound and whispered "Rain of Light" From the staff burst a shinning spear which broke into many smaller spears, most of which sunk into the wolf, mutilating it beyond recognition. The beast's scarlet blood soaked into the dirt beneath it.

The swordsman was on-top of Melvus by now, the latter attempted to sidestep the charge, as he had done the last time but he tripped on what was probably a stone of some kind. The duo fell on top of each other, the man's sword was knocked from his hand, clattering on the ground. The merc-bandit-slaver threw a punch at Melvus who had no real choice but to take it. The larger man's fist slammed into the wizard's face, breaking a few teeth and rattling the latter of the two. As Melvus was regaining himself, the swordsman took no time in landing a few more punches, Melvus showed no emotion as the man brutalized his face, rendering it to a bloody mess. The wizard placed his hand on the man's neck, the man took notice and moved his hands to remove the wizard's hand. He was likely fearful of what the wizard would do.

Melvus yelled, "Rain of Light!" Blood splattered in a great many directions as the man's head was ripped from his body. From a distance, the wizard placed his hand on the man's neck, yelled a spell, and from the back of the man's neck, as his head was ripped off in a bloody mess, shot a shinning spear which broke into a great many smaller spears which hit nothing, perhaps a wall or something, Melvus wasn't paying attention.

Melvus took notice of two archers emerging from the, now prevalent, fog who knocked arrows and fired at the wizard who had promptly disappeared, their arrows causing dirt to explode up from where they landed. Next to Sister Agnes appeared a bloody wizard, "Good sister, may I ask for some assistance?" Melvus could hardly see, he wiped his bloody face, painfully, with the sleeve of his cloak.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Crap I knew I forgot something! Anyone that has a detect alignment skill or ability similar to it - These guys will show all Evil Alignments!

@Afina

So Melvus' Circle of Protection spell will block the illusionist's spells?

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

On the note of internet issues - I don't have a solid connection until the 20th, ish, I'm gonna be going to Starbucks and other such establishments in order to check the guild, sorry about that.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

@Afina I forgot DX I'll try and get one up today.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Okay, picks locked in.

~notes number 5 is for Bill when he returns, if not she will deal with it~

And sad no one volunteered for 5. >.> Would think someone would want to take out the bard that can BUFF THE REST OF THE GROUP!

@Afina

I took 1 because I think Melvus would try to get rid of the ass he let go before.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Melvus didn't notice Hugh at first, until he what could be described as a yell at Tobias... Something about demons. She murdered someone..? Perhaps Sana isn't as savoury as I had initially thought... I'll have to keep my eye on them... Perhaps some are not here to help orphans...

Not long after Hugh yelled at Tobias, the latter was seen talking to a stranger to the group... Perhaps a friend? Melvus took notice that Tobias was wearing different clothes than earlier - he paid it no more mind. This was mainly because the man rose from his bench and left, he seemed terrified. Melvus followed behind him, letting out a quiet yawn.

The man drew a dagger and Melvus could see why there were a great many citizens running about, likely because of the slavers. They were riding into town, swords, bows, axes and other weapons they may have, drawn. They also had a few dogs I should have guessed something like this would happen...

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

@Afina I'll take 1

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

So we're waiting on @Billsomething?

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Did Kronshi drop?