Deacon and Death's Destruction

[17:31:04] Seryna : The evening of Liams' departure, Greg was doing what he normally does- heading up to his safe house before dark. He wasn't entirely sure why, but it seemed like a good idea. Lily and her mutants at least knew his face, not that he'd ever seen them outside of that horrid plant they called thier home. As he walked towards the church vehicle that he was using, something alarmed him. There were scracthes all along the drivers' side of the van!

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[17:32:45] Seratone : Greg shudders slightly as he sees the scratch marks. Out of habit, he grabs a hold of hiw only weapon, the flame thrower. "Lord protect me this evening." He mutters as the man starts toward the cabin to investigate. He' moves to go inside...

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[17:35:40] Seryna : It starts off as a noise. An od sort of noise- it wasn't an owl hooting. IRacoon and such didn't emit chuffing sounds, did they? As he turns around, he sees a flash of golden colored eyes looking at him from the inky black of the forrest that surrounded his cabin. Just as he sees them, they vanish. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was it some ordinary animal out there?

[17:38:39] Seratone : Greg hurriedly shuts the door to the cabin and locks it, then slides a bolt across it for extra security. He checks the booby trap he set up, and breathes heavily. "Calm down, it was just an animal."

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[17:42:43] Seryna : For several minutes, nothing hapens. Absolutely nothing. Looking out of the windows reveals no animals or frightening things at all. How amusing, the Lord fearing Greg Skevo hiding from a racoon!

[17:45:01] Seratone : Greg just shakes his head and takes a deep breathe. "Come on Greg keep it together." He shakes his head and sits down at a crude table and opens up his Bible for evening reading before bed.

[17:49:46] Seryna : The bible study continues uninterrupted by any overt signs of nature. As he was beginning to feel truly invested, something disturbed him from his study. A glance at his watch revealed that twenty minutes had passed. Yet again, the soung source eluded him.

[17:50:34] Seryna : sound**

[17:52:22] Seratone : Greg shudders again. A sense of dread and fear welled up in him. Then a voice in his head said. "Get out Greg something is wrong." The preacher gets to his feet, snatched up the Holy Bible, and his weapon. He opens the door...

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[17:54:28] Seryna : As he opens the door, he is faced by absolutely nothing. The night seems to press in on him like a heavy, warm blanket. The soft, subtle sounds of nature seem to be mocking him. That movement of the trees- something horrible observing him, or just the wind?

[17:55:55] Seratone : Greg was not going to take any chances. Or more to the point, the paranoia was starting to consume him. Greg closes the door and locks up, he then moves toward the van, intending to head back into town.

[17:57:34] Seryna : As he heads towards the van, his fears are realized. Both of the front tires are slowly hissing air. A quick look reveals that the tires had been slashed...

[18:00:05] Seratone : "Lord of the Heavens forgive my soul for the sins I have committed." Greg digs his heels in and readies the makeshift flame thrower, in the other hand, he uses the flashlight to scour the sorrounding forest. "COME OUT FROM THE SHADOWS YOU COWARDS. THE DAY OF JUDGMENT IS COMING EARLY FOR YOU!"

[18:00:47] Seryna : As he moves, somthing massive steps out of teh shadows, blocking his way towards the cabin. He recognizes the creature, but the recognition brings him no relief. It is the growling, dissaproving friend of Lily. The massive man towers above Greg, clearly angered and menancing. He does not speak or reply to Greg's declaration, lending to Greg's growing fear that this fearful creature truly did not fear him.


[18:03:06] Seratone : The preacher shudders once more, fear paralyzing nearly all of his muscles. "You should have knocked." He finally manages to say in the gruff tone.

[18:05:31] Seryna : The creature only snarls in reply, a truly inhuman growl that raises the hairs on the back of Greg's neck. A heavy sound sounds from the cabin. Another massive, muscle bound man walks around the cabin, as secure as a bear in its cave. "No sign of the other one!" This one shouts to the first. The first looks down at Greg at this revelation, a challenge in its' eye.

[18:07:25] Seratone : "Where's Lily? We had a deal?" The preacher says gruffly, staring at the beastial man with a cold hard look.

[18:10:01] Seryna : "Lily isn't here." The odd, massive being at the back of the cabin replies. Theres' no reply from the massive man who had blocked Greg's movement towards the cabin. He is moving now, circling the van.With terrible strength, he swipes at the van with one massive fist. A trrible dent appears in the van, the van tips in an impossible way at the force of the blow,

[18:15:41 04/07/10] Seratone : The man nearly jumps when the van flips over. "I should have known all along that this was a farse. All of you demons are one and the same." He stares definately. "Go on then, send me to Paradise everlasting filth, The King of Kings will deal with you in good time!"

[18:16:38 04/07/10] Seryna : "Come to collect." The second massive mutant demands, circling closer to Greg. "You know where Brewer is, don't you?" The sound of squeling metal testifies to another wrenching blow to the toppled van. A horrid smell fills the air, a musky, ammonia scent. You want to see the other man, but he's around the overturned van. Is he actually pissing on your van?

[18:19:27 04/07/10] Seratone : "You may claim my body tonight, but you'll never have my soul." Greg replies defiantly. He remains firm where he is, unflinching. "Brewer what about him?"

[18:21:07 04/07/10] Seryna : "He has whats ours." The second man shouts, his voice filled with deep anger. "You don't have it, do you?" The man strides past Greg, the force of his passing shoulder causing Gregs' arm to throb. The man movs to Gregs' van and rips the door from it with terrible, impossible strength. He bends within and glances through out the ruined vehicle.

[18:22:43 04/07/10] Seratone : "No. And I only met the man once. He runs a cyber cafe out in the suburbs. But that's all I know of him." He pauses slightly. Thinking that maybe just maybe he would not become a martyr tonight.

[18:25:06 04/07/10] Seryna : The first man, Lily's constant shadow comes around the van. Now your mind boggles, it screams. The 'man' no longer stands on two legs, it moves along the ground in an impossible, animal - like fashion. Its head and shoulders are malformed into the back and maw of a terrible beast, a large, misshapen wolf, A low growl sounds that chills your blood. The wolf - man stares at you with yellow, inhuman eyes. Those eyes! Those were the eyes from earlier! Recognition comes too late now, the wolf - man slowly proceeds towards Greg. Its massive jaw falls open, revealing long, wolf like teeth,

[18:27:31 04/07/10] Seratone : The preacher man's paralysis returned, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe. The only thing he could move was his thumb to activate his weapon, sending a sheet of flame toward the wolf.. And then he is able to speak, or more accurately scream. He screams as loud as any man can.

[18:30:23 04/07/10] Seryna : The flame blossoms and grows, startling the wolf beast. He roars, a terrible sound that drowns out Greg's own. The sound seems to shake Greg's head, pain his ear drums. The wolf man leaps- and suddenly he's right on top of you. The smell of burned hair and the sound of sizzling flesh is a myriad of terrible, confusing images. A powerful arm swipes out at Greg, tipped with terrible, inhuman paw instead of a hand.

[18:32:10 04/07/10] Seryna : Beast rolled 4 dice to "Brawl" 7,7,1,9 (1 successes)

[18:32:35 04/07/10] Seratone : (oh you wanna roll dice)?

[18:33:12 04/07/10] Seryna : Greg's hand errupts in fire- no, pain- as the flame thrower is knocked aside. It tumbles out of sight, small chuffs of orange flame licking the black night.

[18:35:12 04/07/10] Seratone : The Preacher throws himself at the beast with his barefists, knwoing that it was a futile effort, but sound judgment was out of the question now.

[18:35:34 04/07/10] Seratone : Seratone has rolled an brawl roll (6 dice), getting 10, 6, 2, 10, 3, 4, 5, 5, with a difficulty of 8 on a 10 sided die. Seratone has 2 successes.

[18:35:45 04/07/10] Seratone : (w/p used)

[18:40:01 04/07/10] Seryna : Greg's fists struck against what fely like hot steel, unyielding and unfeeling. Yet the terrible man fest howls, its hot, foul breath blasting your face with heat and beads of hot saliva. The inhuman creature replies in kind, its terible, wicked maw turning towards you. Greg's eye widened at the horrible maw comes down for him-

[18:43:22 04/07/10] Seryna : the maw snaps right in front of Greg's face, the teeth sending his heart pumping so hard it was all he could hear. The beast began to contort in a horrible way, bending down as its arms began to shift and the bones realigned. The jaws of the man- beast were no longer misshapen, slowly aligning to become a wolf true.

[b] Greg keeps screaming and throwing himself at the wolves as best he can.

Seratone has rolled an brawl roll (6 dice), getting 2, 8, 4, 8, 7, 10, 6, with a difficulty of 8 on a 10 sided die. Seratone has 3 successes.

The blows find soft, hot purchases in the hide of what is clearly some horrible wolf beast. Greg reflexively leaps back as the jaw swings around, snapping right in front of his face. The wolf coils its muscles and springs, hurling itself towards Greg with a roar that hurt Greg's already aching ear drums.

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Greg's body is suddenly filled with terrible, wrenching pain as the snapping jaws leans forward and seized Greg's shoulder. Greg's blood flecks through the air as the Beast releases him and howls a mighty challenge.

A successful reflexive Strength + Brawl + Primal Urge roll allows any bashing damage that the werewolf deals in close combat is converted to lethal damage for one turn per success rolled. Two lethal damage to Greg

The wounds rend and tear into soft flesh causing the preacher to cry out in anguish. At the right moment, the preacher turns tail and starts running into the woods, calling out for help.

The man clutches his bloody side. He isn't moving fast enough...

The crashing sounds behind him are deafening. How can no one else hear this? Why did he choose such an isolated spot, again? Oh right, for safety. Such a good idea that had worked so well in the past. What had gone wrong tonight?

There's no growl as a warning. He was simply moving forward and then he wasn't.

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Teeth seize the back of his shirt and then found purchase in the tender flesh of his back. His scream pieces the night as the beast attempts a horrible repositioning of that terrible jaw.

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The powerful jaws of a werewolf now hold Greg, refusing to give up its prey....

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