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Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

"For the Emperor!" Cried Trinton as the barbarians crashed into the spearwall with a series if sickening crunches.

Bodies were skewered, and left hanging on the thicket of points. Others brushed through the weapons, and crashed into the those that held them. Trinton was there ready to recieve.

Ducking the wild swing of an axe, he brought his hatchet down on the skull of a barbarian. The man's wild black eyes looked at him in a rage, before his body accepted the two inches of dulled steel sitting in its brain. With a heave, Trinton withdrew the weapon just in time to bat away the lunge of a mace. Surging forwards, he rammed the flat of the hatchet's top into his attacker's unprotected face, splitting skin and breaking bone. He hacked franticly at his stunned opponent, until the man dropped to the floor in a thrashing bloody heap.

Those on the sides of spearwall gave their war cries, and thundered into the flanks of the press of barbarians. They crashed into them; the two forces merged into a bloody melee and it was every man for himself. Trinton took a hit to his full helm from a maul, and he fell to his knees in a daze. Blood cascaded down the side of his head, but before his attacker could finish him, his soldiers advanced to form a protective ring. Hands gripped him and pulled him to the back of the battle.

"Archers," Trinton mumbled as if drunk, "fire, for the Emperor's sake, fire!"

The archers, positioned on the makeshift platforms, leased their meagre volleys over the heads of their comrades. Most of the projectiles found their mark, and many proved fatal - but it was not enough. Hundreds of the savages were driving through the open gate, and though Trinton's force was being bolstered by fresh arrivals from the walls, it would not be enough. Again, the Captain looked up at the keep and stood with bemused anguish at Lord Polvark's willingness to let the castle fall.

"My Lord!" shouted Trinton, "grace me with your legionaiires, if you would."

The unwavering lines of steel plated armour that stuck to the crenelations of the keep did not move, and nor did the Captain receive a reply. Just what is that idiot doing?.

The gate began to churn its way back down, and Trinton swung to look at it. Finally, someone had regained control of the mechanisms! If they could just hold the barbarians for a while longer, then the gate would be closed, and those that remained on his side of it would be slaughtered.

"Fight on, fight on!" Roared Trinton, surging back into the fight. "Drive these swine arse slapping freaks back, the Emperor demands it!"

And then, just like that, the gate stopped descending. Trinton scowled - he did not want to leave his men to fight without his leadership, but damnit, someone needed to close the thing before all was lost. He needed to buy time, and that's when he remembered.

Reaching into his breastplate, the Captain pulled forth a glass phial that the irritating woman had given him. She'd said to throw it at the dark skins, and that was just what he was about to do. He threw it high and far, and watched it glisten as it fell back to earth and disappeared beyond the throngs of the enemy. For a second nothing happened, and Trinton berated himself for believing for a moment it would amount to anything. That's when he heard the screaming - the kind of screams that chase a man in his sleep.

Smoke was rising from where he had thrown the mysterious liquid, and there was a strange hissing sound that was quickly threatening to overrule the noise of clashing metal. The barbarians surged forwards, as if trying to escape something, and then broke apart, allowing for Trinton to see the fruits of his labours. A dozen or so of them stood grasping for the help of their comrades; their skin was peeling from their bones, and they were coughing globs of blood as their eyes melted down their cheeks. Trinton had seen many horrible things in his time, but this was something else. He promptly emptied his stomach onto the courtyard; the foul half digested remains of his breakfast clogged his visor, forcing him to rip his helmet off and cast it aside.

He was an ugly man, pockmarked skin, grey cropped hair, dull blue eyes and now splotched with his own vomit.

"Whatever that woman is, and wherever she is, FIND HER, we're going to need more of that evil before this day is through," shouted Trinton to his sergeant.

The barbarians had been stunned by the horror, but were hastily regrouping for an attack; though Rivergate's courtyard defenders too were reaffirming their defensive lines. Trinton decided he could vacate for a short time, and see what nonsense had befallen the gate. Promptly, he ran for the opening in the wall that would lead him up to the mechanical compartment.

St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

Annnnnnnnnd we're off.

St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

The road down to the hospital was a tricky one to stick to. It curved wildly left and right, interloping its way through a thickening forest. The last of the sun’s dying rays were finding it difficult to illuminate the way ahead, and Chad flicked on the full beam. The bright pale light emitted from the front of his dad’s SUV slaughtered the sense of foreboding that the dark crevices of the tree line projected with keen ire. With no shadows lurking at him from every angle, the road almost seemed serene – a time capsule, preserved by nature’s warm caress.

“Alright boys and girls,” called Chad, turning his head to face his companions, “I’m tellin’ you, my big brother over in Afghanistan came here when he was our age, and he said it scared the shit out of him.” He paused, and crimped an awkward smile, “was also where he first got laid, oddly enough, but hey ho!’

The SUV hit a bump in the road with force, but the car’s modern suspension system crippled what would have been a violent shake into an almost soothing bounce. He looked back, cursing for not paying better attention, and proceeded to drive with a bit more caution. He could see the top of the hospital silhouetted in the background, rising up over the trees with a menacing arrogance.

“Yup, there she is boys and girls, St. Helen’s Hopsital for the Criminally Insane,” he chuckled, “the scariest place in the U.S of A. Don’t know much about it, just that a lot of people got ‘deaded’ about a million years ago.”

Full beamed lights from behind consumed the SUV’s rear-view mirror; Chad squinted. “Fucking Hell Jackie, turn your God damn lights down girl,” he muttered to himself.

He slowed the SUV down to a mild 20 as he approached what appeared to be the hospital’s perimeter fence. Huge concrete blocks had been planted on the roadway, in a futile attempt by the police to prevent exactly what Chad and his friends were up to tonight. Tall crisscrossing wire flanked either side of the blocks, and stretched out into the heavy undergrowth of the forest. Up ahead, St. Helen’s stood in all her horrific glory.

It was a large white structure, with two parts protruding from either end. The ground was made up of ancient and cracked concrete that no doubt once denoted its car parking facility. Stacks of old wooden pallets were scattered around, and a few rusted metal drums complimented them. As Chad slowed the SUV to a standstill, he looked up at the darkness of the countless empty windows and balconies. Sure was a big place.

“Chad Airlines thanks you for not bitching at him for the way he drives for the duration of the journey, you are now at your destination,” said Chad, turning back to his friends with his usual stupid grin. “Please proceed by foot to the PARTY OF THE CENTURY!”

Clambering out of the driver’s side, Chad pulled a cigarette out of his jacket and plugged it in his mouth. Smoking wasn’t great for his athletic interests, but he always figured he could get away with a few years of the dirty habit before it hit him. Between then and now, he was all up for looking just that much cooler – especially with so many fine looking girls in his company.

Popping the boot, he grabbed a crate of Budweiser and then stood waiting for his friends to join him. “We goin’ in or what?”

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HollywoodMole said
... 6'1 isn't that tall for a male.

It's pretty tall, I'm 6'1 IRL and it's not often I get to look at people at my eye level.

Anyway, I have no real problem it. Accepted. IC will be starting shortly.

St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

3 cars it is, that probably makes more sense. No more though! Right, I'll leave it an hour to let any others join, then I'll get us on our way.

People who join after the IC starts, will need to make their own way to the hospital.

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Tarantulass said
Janine could easily just grab her parents car along with the other stuff.

Sounds good to me!

St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

For the sake of the story, we need another car. Chad has one, we need someone else (or we call cram into Chad's SUV). I don't mind who it is.

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XxLyraxX said
thats fine ^^ I'll make twins if you dont mind.

Sure, that'd be fine. Might be an awesome plot idea too, if one of them were to fall down some stairs... *ahem*

St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

Name: Charlie Bingham

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Physical Description: Charlie is a high school track and field athlete, and is of a tall lanky build (around 6ft). He has a mop of frizzy blonde hair, blue eyes and an almost permanent cheeky boyish grin. Tonight he’s wearing baggy flared jeans, brown leather walking boots and a tired blue baseball jacket with white sleeves.

Nickname: Chad

Background Information:

- Chad is an aspiring athlete at the local high school, and holds several trophies for short and long distance running.

- Is a known joker, who usually plays a wide variety of pranks on his friends – much to their annoyance.

- His father is a city based lawyer with a successful career, making Chad quite ‘loaded’ in comparison to his class mates.

- Tends to be the go-to-man.

- Despite his sometimes irritating confidence, he gets sheepish around girls when left alone with them.

Items of Interest:

- Car keys for his dad’s SUV.

- LED Flash Light

- Packet of Marlboro cigarettes

- Lighter

- Beaten up Blackberry Curve

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

No it's not dead, I'll have a post in tonight. Was out getting sloshed up last night, and then had other commitments to see to today. Rare for me, but it happens. Will be with you guys shortly.