Misadventures of the Monster Hunters

[Alexander Baker]

Welcome to the story during the Era of Jacob Grey. We follow several hunters as their patsh cross to hunt down the fabled vampire queen.

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[Arabella Porter]

"It's a pleasure," she said, "My name is Lorenza Nightingale. Demonologist and medium, empathy, whatever you'd call me." Her laugh was louder than necessary as it rang through the busy bar. "Here's your next card. present."

   The fool. A chimney sweep stands atop a city roof at dawn with a white western terrier standing by, waiting for him to choose a chimney to sweep. He is young and full of adventure. He may choose to sweep any chimney. You may choose as well. Jump in any direction you choose. Embark on your own adventure This is your dawn, your time. the white terrier is a white light, guiding you. Take any path and you may find yourself in more adventurous situations.

 

[Ivonne Lawrence]

"The pleasure is mine, Miss Nightingale. Aeron Cahan, storyteller and humble practitioner. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of meeting a demonologist."

Explains the outburst. I was never one to completely delve into the crevices that lie below. Aeron mused on the very powerful young girl that sat in front of her. 

Sohym sniffed at the trembling notes of Lorenza's laughter as they hung in the air and rubbed his nose against her braid, I never would have let you. If you ever do wander down there, expect me to be pulling your arm off the entire way.

She laughed and patted Sohym's head. "Don't be rude." She said aloud. "Say hello, you mangy thing." 

Sohym leaned over to rest his great head against Lorenza's palm and sniffed delicately. His mouth opened in a dog-smile. It was a strange thing for many to witness if Sohym chose to do it, to demonstrate a smiling dog. 

The pair glanced at the card with interest. A card of choice, of determination. An open pathway finally, after so long of spending time in stagnation finding odd jobs where they were offered.

That terrier makes me look fat. I'm not a terrier. Sohym muttered with a groan, bestowing a great and mighty sniff at the illustrated canine.

"Oh no, you're certainly not fat. Just a-What was it you said two days ago?-selective sampler of life's rarities?"

Those treats were mine!

"Gobbling treat-hound." Aeron grinned, narrowing her eyes at her wolfhound who to the trained eye held a look of utter shock on his face as such an accusation.

I'm not a treat-hound! He shot back with a small growl.

"You're not fat either. Shut your gob and let her finish." 

[Alexander Baker]

Matthew just watched as they read the cards. He sighed and went outside for a breath of fresh air.

Idiot you almost blew it with her.

What are you talking about I did blow it.

ALMOST blew it. She is still there and still traveling with you so yeah.

Shut up!

He kicked a rock in front of him.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

A dark figure appears just down the road, blending in with the night, only visible with the lightning strikes of the approaching thunderhead. Matthew stood just outside the pub as the figure approached.

“Evenin.  Looks like one hell of a storm blowing in. Better get inside while you can.”

Acting as is nothing was said, the stranger continued on his path to the pub, in silence.

The doors to the pub open as it begins to storm, a lightening flash shows the silhouette of a man, about 6ft tall and built. He wore a wide brimmed hat, folded down, covering the top part of his face.  A black, full length leather duster with the collar popped was worn over black canvas pants, a black, lapelled vest, and a white collared shirt, unbuttoned at the top. A pocket watch chain and shoulder holster were barely visible under the coat along with something hanging off his belt at his right side. The belt was laden with large caliber bullets, looking silver in the lightening flash.

His black boots clanked on the pub floor as he walked towards the bar, a warm cherry glow from his cigar illuminating the lower half of his face, rough stubble and chops barely visible. A custom rifle slung over his back bounced with his steps. Passing two women with some cards and a hound, he sat at a stool, removed the rifle from his back and rested it on the bar floor against his leg. He removed the cigar from his mouth with his leather clad hand and simply said “Whiskey, irish” In a low grizzled voice.  He sat there, placing the cigar back in his mouth, silently puffing as smoked billowed around the brim of his hat.

[Arabella Porter]

Ezra slapped Avery on the back and looked over at the man who had just walked in. "Look mate, it's Josiah's wife!"  Avery laughed as Ezra dodged a punch from Josiah. "Oh come now, I can see ole' Mrs. Howe using a rifle like that. Reminds me of the one she shot you with,"  You're required to shut your mouth and make trouble somewhere else. I'm trying to read. 

    "Ms. Nightingale, I can read Ezra's fortune. In his next life, he's going to live with a beautiful woman. After a year of marriage, she's going to decide that she's a lesbi-"  You can bet your deceased asses that your future will be very grim if you don't bother someone else.

   The ghosts separated after Avery shoved Ezra into a table and they continued to make mischief as Lorenza continued her reading.

    "So for your future, I pulled out the-" She stopped and looked into it a bit more. " This is another major arcana. so,-" She kept trying to figure out how to organize her thoughts into words. She finally got it.

   Your future is the high priestess. A Gypsy in a brass chair sits at a blue and golden clothed table with her crystal ball at the center, shining brilliantly in the mysterious light of a red tent. She lays out the cards and a gleam of wisdom sparkles knowingly in her dark brown eyes. She knows what your future holds but she also realizes that it is not something that she should tell you about. You must learn as you go and see for yourself what will happen. If she told you, you would try to change it and that change would be your downfall.

[Ivonne Lawrence]

Sohym let out a low, rather impatient growl at the cacophony of spirts, despite understanding the cajoling nature of a group of men. 

Aeron knew he was only growling for her benefit, giving him a reassuring pat on the head. Despite Sohym being able to sense spirits, Aeron herself could not. Not in the conventional or easier sense, anyways. She had her intuition, to be sure, and her very reliable wolfhound. To her, the din of the pub was no more noisy than she was used to a pub being. 

"Hm." The noise left her throat with a spattering of discontent and self-deprecating irony. "Something about this card tells me I'm in for a wild-ride. Being out of control is not usually my forte, but perhaps a change of pace is only natural."

To be honest, the idea of a metaphorical death frightened Aeron. After spending so long knowing which way the wind blew, and having the very men who were a comfortable, albeit erratic, niche in her life now gone, she could only feel the wracking of nervousness shaking her bones. She was afraid, despite being very good at not showing it, because if one door did close on her, she wasn't exactly sure where her exits were if the opened door held more for her than she could handle.

[Alexander Baker]

Matthew looked to the skyline.

A storm. Yay.

Shut up.

Wait lookit! A new person!

Matthew nodded to the stranger as he walked by. He felt the drizzle of rain and the wind pick up.

[Gemma Calloway]

Soley walked alongside her steed, her own bone white hair and skin contrasting greatly with his dark coloring. They both made their way through the woods looking to make camp, neither seeming concerned with the coming storm.
Are you alright Darius?
The dark horse turned its head it's black eyes looking directly at Soley,
Calm yourself you worry like an old maid.
Soley huffed,
Fine over exert yourself see if I care you ...
Darius had found a clearing by a lake his whole demeanor changing into one of anxiousness. He looked at the body of water with a sense of yearning.
Your verbal fighting skills could use some serious improvement.
Soley took their gear and her saddle off of Darius,
Go play you demon pony.
Darius charged towards the water and leapt in,
How many times do I have to tell you? I'm a kelpie you damn harlet.
Soley smiled and made them a small camp watching Darius swim and splash about. She took a lamp and lit it using a match, she took a map from a hidden pocket in her skirt. She laid it out in front of her and examined it thoughtfully.

[Alexander Baker]

Matthew started walking off and headed down the road as the rain picked up.

[Gemma Calloway]

Soley heard someone walking by on the road, she was surprised most avoided the rain when they could especially in a storm like this if she had a choice she wouldn't be stuck out there at all. She sighed looking about the lake from her tent, she couldn't spot Darius, he was probably at the bottom of the lake. He needed to occasionally be allowed to enjoy himself, but she had to be careful and make sure no one entered the water, for Darius's instincts would most likely take over and he would drown and feed off of whatever entered his territory. That is until Soley could coax him out, but during a storm like this it was hardly worth the effort. She would get him out in the morning. Soley blew her lamp out and lied down to prepare for bed. 

[Alexander Baker]

Matthew fell to his knees as he felt a burning sensation in his chest. He heard laughter in his ears. "NOT AGAIN!" Matthew was doubled over in pain, while screaming and swinging blindly in pain. An orange glow filled the air.

[Gemma Calloway]

Soley heard a scream and jumped up, she took her sabre in her hand and ran in the direction of the yelling, but it was dark out and she couldn't quite find the victim. "HELLO?! IS ANYONE THERE?!" Soley slowed down, "Hello?! Does anyone need help I heard yelling..."