RPG For lo! If death should have a face...

[The Harlequin]

OOC: Well, here goes nothing.

[I]You are all assembled in what passes for a meeting hall in Hell, a small twisted vale free of the nightmarish creatures that inhabit the rest of the demi-plane. You are being addressed by Christ, who now goes under the name Hathi. You are told this word is a derivation of a word for force of peristance, if you care enough to ask. Hathi's message is this.[/I]

Hathi: You all know what is going on. God has finally brought it upon himself to destroy existence and start over. The great one tires of his current entertainment, it seems.

[I]There is an uncomfortable shuffling from several factions in the audience. While they are all in hell, many are still believers, and the debate over this course of action raged for months.[/I]

Hathi: Yet, we will go ahead. The specially selected group will be transported to the mortal realm for reconnaissance. And to sow havoc. The destruction of his following will hurt him, despite his abandoning of them. I bid those who leave good luck. Remember, the rest of us who stay behind were chosen to do so only because of their lesser knowledge of the mortal realm.

[I]Never one for speeches, Hathi walks off the makeshift stage in disgust. The world shimmers around you, the scintillating lights you remember from the first crossing of the veil flashing before you again. You awake, in remote mountainous country, surrounded by the others who have been chosen to undertake this quest, even though you are unacquainted with them all. Your map tells you that you are in Central America. The year is 2001. God's followers await, along with angels disguised as humans, even as you are.[/I]

[jupitersun]

Angel:where are we


She looks around trying to remember why she was there then she remembered we were to bestoy havoc on earth those were hothi's orders she gets up and examines her arm it wasn't hurt.....

[Raiha]

[COLOR=seagreen]Valeigh: .......this is cosy.

[i]She blinked in the bright sunlight. Where was it coming from? She looked up, and immediatly raised a hand to shield her eyes. Another presence moved behind her, and she whipped herself around, sword leaping into her hands.[/i]

Angel: Where are we?

Valeigh: ...the mortal realm...it would seem.

Angel: Why is your sword out?

Valeigh: I thought you were somebody else...[/cOLOR]

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo]OOC: Just for everyones convenience, when having my character speak, just put his name as Gorgon, instead of typing out Prometheus. :)
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[i]Prometheus stood crouched upon the ground, picking up the coarse dirt and letting it run through his fingers. It had been so long since he could last feel like that. So many years, he had forgotten what it was like in the mortal world. He stood up, holding his cloak up from touching the ground. This exposed the twisted daggers tucked in each boot. When he was standing upright, the swift, curved blade could be seen sheathed at his right hip. He dropped the cloak free as it flowed to the full extent of its length. In back, the mighty War-Hammer he called "Justice", strapped onto his back with the full shaft and grip slipped into a hole near the top of his cloak, so all that showed was the hammer head.[/i]

Gorgon: Central America... Where the hell is that?

[i]He looked at the people around him, all seemed to be getting acquainted with their new surroundings, just as he was.. What to do from here, seemed to be a plan unknown..[/i][/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][I]Anathema fought the timeleap and paid the price every time. She hit the canopy at full speed and fell into warm, moist air without slowing down. The trunk of a massive fig swept past her, the details of the bark a blur. She reached out for it and dug her metallic nails in hard, gritting her teeth when splinters forces themselves into the soft flesh of her fingertips. She slowed, gradually, and then stopped - her feet three or so meters from the ground. Swearing, Anathema braced her feet against the trunk and pulled out her nails, throwing herself back into a somersolt and landing perfectly on two feet on the ground.[/I] "Damn,"[I] She thought to herself.[/I] "I wish there was someone arond to have seen that..."[I] She brushed herself off and looked around her. Thick jungle, the sounds of wild tropical birds and animals. Her map told her she was in South Guatemala. Ahh yes, she thought. Republic of Central America, bounded on the west and north by Mexico, on the east by Belize and the Gulf of Honduras, on the south-east by Honduras and El Salvador, and on the south by the Pacific Ocean. The country has a total area of 108,889 sq km (42,042 sq mi), and the capital is Guatemala City.
Anathema consulted her pocket notebook.... it told her that deer, monkeys, and peccaries are common, especially in the sparsely populated lowlands. Other wild animals, including jaguar, tapir, and puma, are found in smaller numbers, and crocodiles inhabit some rivers. Birdlife is extremely rich; the brilliantly plumaged quetzal is the national bird.
Interesting.... quite interesting.
Anathema had studied the planet ever since she had died and kept a close eye on it. Now, out of experience, she knew she couldnt be far from the others. Startling a brilliantly plumaged quetzal, she set of in search of the rest of the group. [/I][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][I]After locating some rather loud crashing around in the jungle, the assorted spirits clothed again eventually find each other.[/I]

Vukodlak: Alright then. Hathi must be falling behind a bit. He was meant to make this easier.

Anathema: So what now?

Vukodlak: We find the nearest city. The first thing we need to do is find a priest, or better yet a bishop, or better yet... you get my drift. If this doesn't work, we'll go elsewhere. But basically, we need to find out what the exact doctorine being taught is.

Angel: Isn't it always the same.

Vukodlak: Actually, it changes all the time. It's just that nobody alive recognises it as changing. So then, time to leave.

[I]They start down the steep slope, avoiding the various forms of wildlife, and the few human habitations they went past.[/I]

Vukodlak: Alright, anything about this realm anyone want to know?[/font]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen]
Anathema: Nothing I need to know, I have been studying the realm for seven hundred years...

Vukodlak: Well, things change pretty rapidly you know...

Anathema: Yeah, I noticed.

Vukodlak: Well, maybe you can save us the trouble...

Anathema: Sorry, but we need to get to a town anyway. We can efectively do nothing in the middle of the lowlands...

Vukodlak: I know that! I meant, save us the trouble of finding the doctrine.

Anathema: Roman Catholicism is the faith of the vast majority of the people of Guatemala. The leading Protestant denominations are the Baptist and the Evangelical.

Vukodlak: ......hmmm...

Anathema: Listen, you don't [I]have[/I] to take my word for it. We can go find a priest anyway, if you like....

Vukodlak: Not 'if I like'. I DON'T like. I don't want. I WANT to get OUT of this STUPID -

Anathema: Shhh, it's ok. Sorry to get under your skin...

[I]Anathema turns tale and starts up the slope on a north course, taking a compass out of her pocket and humming an odd tune. The others follow.[/I][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic]
Vukodlak: Alright, the main disadvantage we are facing is not the inability to tell mortals from angels, but our possible crossing of interests.

Gorgon: What's that supposed to mean?

Vukodlak: Let's face it, everyone had their own agendas when signing up for this mission.

Angel: So?

Vukodlak: We all have to get straight what is more important. This, or our own goals. I'd say this, but then, I've had more time to adjust to relative immortality than most of you...

Anathema: And you still have no clue as to what is going on around you.

Vukodlak: I have other concerns.

[I]The trees start to thin, and human houses appear in the distance. Even from this distance, a cathedral spire, pointing up at the sky like an accusing finger, a testament to the twisted beliefs in this place, is visible. Anathema looks more than satisfied with herself.[/I]

Anathema: I knew I'd gone the right way.

Vukodlak: Irrelevant. We're here, it doesn't matter how we got here. Now, when we reach the priest, let me do the talking.

[I]They start down the slope, the ground evening out slowly. When the reach the small town, they immediately are singled out as different, their garb if nothing else suggests something alien. The locals shy away, obviously unwilling to talk to them. Oblivious, Vukodlak strides past, walking straight up to the cathedral, and slamming the doors open. Inside, his ecclesiastical roe highlighted by the gothic lighting, is a single priest. He appears to have ben waiting.[/I]

Priest: We knew you were coming. We were informed. Your heresy stops here, unbelievers.

[I]With that, more than twoscore villagers spring up, torches and farm implements in their hands. As Vukodlak and the others form a rough circle, Vukodlak gives one last piece of advice.[/I]

Vukodlak: They may not know everything about us yet! Give no hint that we are anything other than mortal!

[I]The villagers close in.[/I][/font]

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][i]It was getting dark as the firey sun began to set in the distant horizon. Prometheus took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then something caught his attention. His ears perked. Anger could be heard faintly. He peered down the cliffside, saw nothing. His eyes slowly scanned over the terrain below. Through heavy brush, a small, flickering light shimmered through. A civilization layed in the far distance. He would have to mingle sooner or later. He figured sooner. At that he dropped down the steeply inclined cliff side digging his heels into the ground while attempting to maintain his balance. On the way down he managed to quickly grasp a vine. Holding it tightly, he lept off the side of the cliff into a free fall. A few seconds passed by and the vine reached its fullest extent and jerked back at Prometheus who let go, now only about 150 feet from the ground. In the fall he grabbed the furthest edges of his cloak as the air caught in the thick of the cloak, and he floated gently. He broke through the branches of a few trees and just fell the rest of the way, hitting the ground hard. He stood up, now confronted by a vast are of trees, bushes, and wildlife. He could no longer see the flickering lights through the jungle canopy. He would have to go off instinct. At this he began to run swiftly through..[/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=seagreen]Valeigh: .....perfect.

Angel: What?

Valeigh: I get to test the new edge on my blade...

[i]The villagers stepped to close....and the undead sprang into action. Valeigh jumped to the side, swinging upwards, effectively beheading several of the people at once....[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][I]Vukodlak pulls out his twin scimitars, slicing elaborate patterns in the air, that quickly changed to an X block when a villager swung a scythe at him. Using one scimitar to redirect the weapon downwards, the other snakes across the hapless man's throat. As another villager, this one armed with a rusty sword, attacks, Vukodlak ducks a clumsy slash, spinning and slicing the villagers other arm off with a rising blow. Amazingly, the injured man still attacks, again slashing at his head. Vukodlak blocks, twists his blade around into a bind, and wrenches the attacker's blade free. Vukodlak kicks the weakening body out of the way, ready for his next opponent.[/I][/font]

[The Unholy Newt]

[i]Belthazor draws althame stabbing it into the gut of one villager twisting, lifting him up and then drawing it out bringing his intestines with it with a look of horror showing in the villager's face. Seeming satisfied with that he spins round and slices one of their throat's open spurting blood as it seemed he had hit the jugular vein. He thrust out behind him stabbing one in the heart and then bringing it out slicing it along the priests face, who promptly falls to the ground. The other villagers horrified by the carnage turn and bolt back from where they came from.[/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=seagreen][i]Valeigh hit the ground in a full crouch, sword still held in her hand. She looked around, the only remains of the battle were the fallen villagers, and her fellow imortals. In one quick movement, she sheathed her sword and stood up.[/i]

Angel: ...poor bastards.

Valeigh: Never really had a chance, did they?

Vukodlak: They started it.

Valeigh: I wasn't feeling sorry for them. They haven't given me any reason to.[/COLOR]

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][i]Prometheus continued to race swiftly through the jungle. His curved blade out, slicing through vines, branches, and brush. He leaped over fallen logs, splashed through water puddles, forged his way through thick mud. After about a half an hour of this he stopped a moment to catch his breath. Looking ahead and up above. Very thing, barely clouds of smoke fumed above the trees. He knew he was drawing close and there was no time to waste if he was going to find the others. Quickly he darted off once again. After a few minutes he could see a clearing through the trees, and slightly beyond that, a village of some kind. It was not long before he broke out of the jungle. Now he ran through a clearing full of tall grass and plants. A beaten path lay behind him. Breaking out of the clearing he entered the village through some back alleys. In the sky he could still see the thin clouds of smoke, closer to the center of the town. Then in the skyline above the village, he saw the steeple of a chruch. He knew that is where they must be if they haven't moved out already. Finally he made it. Looking on the ground he could already see he was too late to have any fun with the mortals. Though, standing in front of him now, were a few of the others..[/i]

Gorgon: . . . . Merry meet. I am Prometheus...[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=seagreen][i]Valeigh tipped the side of one of her daggars to her forhead.[/i]

Valeigh: Vala no Sital at your service.

Gorgon: Pleasure.

Angel: Who are you?

Valeigh: *nudge*

Angel: Sorry.[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic]Vukodlak: Good, that's everyone. Now for the priest.

[I]Vukodlak walks over and picks the priest up by the throat, slamming him against the wall, which also served to jolt him into consciousness.[/I]

Vukodlak: It backfired on you didn't it.

Priest: Heretics! You will suffer for this.

Vukodlak: I've suffered for a lot of things before, but this won't be one of them. Now, how did you know we were coming?

[I]The priest refuses to answer until Vukodlak tightens his grip.[/I]

Priest (in a small, choked voice): The Lord told us.

Vukodlak: Would you like to repeat that. I don't think I heard you properly.

Priest (shrieks): The Lord told us!

Vukodlak: Ah, you are so blessed. Now, has he told you anything else lately?

Priest: Heretic! I will tell you nothing!God's Holy Fire will decend on you within the year!

Vukodlak: Ah, you really should have watched your mouth. You've told us everything.

[I]Vukodlak spins and hurls the priest against the opposite wall. Vukodlak's wings unfurl from his back, his visage darkens, and his claws extend from his wrists. Hovering above the terrified priest, he intones in a hollow voice.[/I]

Vukodlak: For lo! If death should have a face. A twisted nerve to scald the skin. To rest the life from helpless fools. Many are the wounds that lie on our hearts.

[I]The now thoroughly terrified priest tries to get up and run, only to have Vukodlak's claws explode through his neck.[/I]

Vukodlak: Stay, my ecclesiastical friend.

[I]With a contemptuous flick of his wrist, Vukodlak shakes the body off, and turns to the others, while resuming his human form.[/I]

Vukodlak: Based on that, we have about 3 months to cause as much havoc in the mortal realm as possible, before the attack on heaven. Let us go. The major cities first. We'll start from there.

[I]Vukodlak turns and leaves, bloodlust infusing his face with a bitter glow.[/I][/font]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen]OOC: Damn, I missed the fight.

Anathema: Well, the closest large city to here is Mexico city, the largest metropolitan area in the world with a population of 15,047,685 people -

Angel: Slow down. How far?

Anathema:.....I don't know.

Valiegh: Right... well, do you know which direction?

Anathema: Of course, it's on the map. North-north-west. How are we planning to get there, exactly?[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic]Vukodlak: Haven't you ever dreamt of stealing a car? Or better yet, are there any military bases around here?

Anathema: Two.

Vukodlak: That's just perfect. Alright then, we take out both of them. Anathema, and Valeigh with me. We'll take the furtherest one. You three take the closest one.

Anathema: Feeling important today aren't we.

Vukodlak: As I remember, I'm technically a higher rank back home than the rest of you, so yeah, I guess I am. Now, shall we go find some cars?

[I]Vukodlak leaves the shattered cathedral, finding the first suitable car, a 4WD of unknown make, and gets in. Although, for some reason, in the passenger seat.[/I]

Anathema: You can't drive can you?

Vukodlak: ...no. But I'm sure you can.

Anathema: Of course.

Vukodlak: Well then, let's go.[/font]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][I]Anathema waits until Valiegh is safly in the back seat and, putting it into gear, turns the key in the ignition. The engine disagrees. It tells her there is no petrol. Anathema swears and then mutters a strange word under her breath, and the engine leaps into life. Grinning wildly, she drives wrecklessly for a while before Vukodlak inqures what she is so damn happy about.[/I]

Vukodlak: What's so amusing?

Anathema: Higher rank, can't even drive a car.

Vukodlak: So? I can fly.

Anathema: And I can speak ten thousad languages.

Valiegh: And I want to know where we are going.

Anathema: Oh, sorry. [I]*She swerves back onto the road.*[/I]

Vukodlak: Who the hell are you, anyway?

Anathema: You mean, who [I]in[/I] hell am I?

Vukodlak: Whatever.

Anathema: Head of communications.

Vukodlak: Why does that not surprise me...

Anathema: Because I'm so damn intelligent.

Vukodlak: Well, why are you not head of intelligence then?

Anathema: I am. But you're not meant to know that.

Vukodlak: Why not?

Anathema: Because I'm in the stealth sector.

Vukodlak: Oh, haha.

Anathema: What?

Valiegh: Listen, I thought females could do two things at once.

Anathema: Shutup, ok, I know I went off the road a while back but I'm sure it's a shortcut...

Vukodlak: Famous last words...[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=seagreen]Valeigh: ...we're doomed.

Vukodlak: *snort* And what, pray tell...do you do in hell?

Valeigh: Do you really want to know?

Anthema: YES!

Valeigh: Assasin. First class. With a side in espionage.

Vukodlak: ...Should I congratulate you or kick you?

Valeigh: Either way, I'll hit you back.

Anthema: I thought we were all assasins.

Valeigh: Yeah, I'm just better at it than you.

Vukodlak: ...probably better at driving too...

Anthema: Shut up!

Valeigh: I never implied that....did I?[/COLOR]

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][i]Prometheus watched the could of dust made as the other three sped off. All who remain was Belthazor, Angel, and himself. He walked through the multiple carcasses. Well, not so much through them. More so, on them. Stepping upon their bodies he put down as much weight as possible, crushing whatever part of the body he was on. Parked next to a curb he approached a decent vehicle. He peered through the window to find a mother and her child cowering in fear in the back seat. Prometheus grinned exposing his mouth full of canines. At this sight, the mother immediatly burst out in tears of fear. Prometheus opened the door which clumsily had not been locked. Grabbing the mother by the hair, he pulled her out of the car. Belthazor and Angel now approaching. The woman pleaded for mercy from Prometheus. Of this he took, but handed her off to Belthazor and Angel, who held her still as Prometheus grabbed the young child by the leg and picked her up out of the car. The child dangled, bawling her eyes out in panic and fear. The mother screamed cause she knew the fate of her child was set. With his free hand, Prometheus grabbed the child by the back of the neck and turned her right side up, facing her mother. Both with their faces drowned in tears. Prometheus gave a twisted smile as he tightened the grip on the childs neck until there was heard a *snap*. The mother screamed in terrible agony which was cut short by Belthazor as he drew his blade out of the woman's heart. They dropped the woman and child to the ground. Prometheus climbed into the driver's seat of the car. Belthazor into the passenger seat. Angel in the back. The doors were closed, seat belts secured.. no keys. Irritated, Prometheus drove his fist through the dash and played with a few wires, hotwiring the car. The engine purred gently as he floored the acceleration following in the same direction as the other three.[/i]

Gorgon: Passenger and back seat. Names.

Belthazor: Belthazor.

Angel: Angel.

Gorgon: I have already introduced myself as Prometheus. You give me directions, I'll get us there.

[i]The two nodded in acknowledgement as the car continued its way to the north..[/i][/color]

[jupitersun]

angel thinks of what just happened she knew they deserved it the whole world did but how were they going to get over seas? thats one thing she remembered a large gigantic lake...

Angel: do we know where we are going

Belthazor: i think so...

Gorgon: of course we do we just follow them

Angel: oh yeah. *a short pause* so how did it feel to kill someone? i haven't for so long i forgot.

Gorgon: it felt good in a way you know because i know itts for a good cause.

Angel: yeah it probably did.....*she trails of thinking to herself*

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][i]Prometheus continued down the road. The others far ahead, but still visible only through a small dust cloud in the distant horizon. The sun was no longer visible. The glow of it still remained. Looking forward again, they saw that the cloud of dust dissipate into nothing. The other three had pulled ahead of them.

Many hours passed by, with nothing happening...[/i]

Angel: Hold on.. what's that?

[i]Prometheus diverted his attention off the road far to the right. Peeking over the horizon were several tall structures. There was plenty of activity going on as could be seen from the many lights flooding the area. A loud thunderous sound came from over head. All three looked up into the sky as a fighter plane cruised overhead.[/i]

Belthazor: I didn't know those things would still be in the air.

Gorgon: It doesn't matter. When we get through with them, they won't me. That's our base.

[i]Prometheus shifted into four-wheel drive and turned sharply off-road heading to the base..[/i][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][I]After a period of rather questionable driving, the three pass the first base, leaving the others to take care of it. After another period of locomotion that left a lot to be desired, except in the abdominal region, they approach the second base, pulling up some distance from it, and advancing on foot.[/I]

Vukodlak: Alright, let us go then. Try not to be too noisy until we are inside. And as for you, my resident expert, what would be the best way to sneak in?

Anathema: I thought we were here to cause havoc?

Vukodlak: We're sneaking in, busting out. To quote the old playwright: Havok and Werre!

[I]The three creep up to one of the fences adjoining the jungle, weapons at ready.[/I][/font]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Anathema: Well, let's try the old traditional back door method.

Vukodlak: And what would that be?

Anathema: All structures on the edge of thick jungle have a back door - or a small gate that leads onto a path, just a cleared one, threough the jungle. A small aescape way, if you will.

Valiegh: Any disadvantages?

Anathema: Well, it won't be guarded too heavily because the track is only big enough for single file, and people taking out an army base don't walk in groups small enough for single file. Basically the same principle behind the narrow spiral staircases in medieval castles.

Vukodlak: You can pick the people coming up off one by one.

Anathema: Exactly. So it may be an advantage, but we still have to be careful. Surprise is our main elemant.

Valiegh: And that's not a good thing when you are fighting trained soldiers.

Anathema: Oh, and that's another thing. Guatemala is a country of the south, so there is no such thing as a "trained soldier."

Vukodlak: You're forgetting something, by the way.

Anathema: Oh?

Vukodlak: We [I]are[/I] trained soldiers.

Valeigh/Anathema: Oh, right.[/font][/color]