The End of the World (RPG)
The Prophecies were true, in the year 2000 AD the world began to end.
Since the begining of time good has warred with evil, with the coming of Christ the struggle was driven down deep into the hearts of men, and removed from the the physical world. Now the forces of evil are regrouped and ready to overrun the world again. At this time agents of Lucifer have begun a new war in heavan. The division between the soldiers of God and those of the devil have broken down.
Now new Angels fall into darkness and all types of demons seek retribution. God and his servants are pre-ocupied, man must stand alone on Earth.
Febuary 23rd 2004, Budapest
*A man fights a Vampire, they are both wearing nondescript cloves. The man has a bage with a cross on is pinned to his jacket. The two are fighting with short swords.*
Man: Scum, why fight, I have killed dozens like you!
*The Vampire blocks the attack, reverses his sword and slices the man's head off.*
Vampire: I have killed hundreds like you.
*In a corner a girl is crying hysterically.*
*The Vampire's face takes on its human form.*
Vampire: He was going to sacrifice you to the Devil.
June 3rd 2004, the Vatican
*A Priest and a man in non discript Militay clothes walk one of the corridors of the Papal residance.*
Priest: You cannot kill Grand Masters without Papa's approval!
Man: I had no time. The man had corrupted half the Hospitlar Knights. If I had waited the entire Order might have turned.
Priest: Perhaps but you are a Templar, some will see it as rivally!
Man: You're insane! I kill the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitlar and your twittering Clergy put it down to rivalry. We'll see what the Pope says.
((Okay, post a Bio which side you're starting on, what you are etc. If you're a good guy and you want to be at the meeting I'm about to start you can. I'll introduce my bad guy in a couple of posts.))
Name: Edward Milligan
Status: Senior Templar Knight
Height: 5' 10''
Hair: Dark brown.
Weapons: Two 9mm Browning pistols, with various types of amunition. A Templar Longsword and a dagger in his boot.
Name Christopher Hermi
Status Templer knight
Hair brownish black
Eyes Hazel (They alternate from green to brown)
Weapons Two Machine guns, A templer sword, and two hidden daggers hidden somewhere.
*In the dark streets late at nite, two human females were attempting to run away from recently spawned demons from Hell.
The two young women ran as fast as they could, but suddenly they ran into a dead end, with their only escape being the way in, in which the three demons as slowed to a walk and closing in on the helpless individuals...*
*From behind the demons,..
?? *With a heavy accent* "You've come all the way up here to have your fun, yes? I've been dead for over five and a half centuries, and I have not seen Heaven nor Hell."
*The demons spin around to see a man with dark hair wearing a trenchcoat, with the light of the street lamp behind him, the glowing eyes of a night stawker...*
*They run at him, but he had the advantage.
As the demons run at him, the first two in front with another shortly behind, the man jumps spins cloakwise in the air, pulling out a long sword.
In one motion, the man decapitates the first demon to his left, kicking the one on his right, after he spun around he impales the sword in the third, taking the sword and pulling upwards lightning fast, nearly cutting the demon in half from his torso up.
The second demon was barely phased by the kick, but the man finishes it off before it can counter by impaling the sword into its neck.*
?? "I'm sure you three will return in a while, I'll see you again then..."
*the two women run up to the man while he cleans and sheathes his blade.*
Woman 1 "Thank you!"
Woman 2 "What could w..."
*he grabed the necks of the two women, and sniffed their 'scents'.
As the terrior in their eyes quickly returns, the man grows his fingernails into claws and creates a small wound on the first woman, and drinks from her neck, but not enough to immobilise her...
As they struggle, he does the same to the second, then drops them both...*
?? "The price of your lives... Do something about it next time, I may not be there to save you..."
Name: William Cleese
Race/Species: Vampire Human
Weapons: Silver Longsword, Dual Colt .45's
Natural: Claws, teeth, agility, strength
((I'll make more in a few more posts gets put in))
Christopher was out in the streets. "I havn't seen a Vampire in a year. Why am I out here when there are no Vampires?" Then he hears the sound of screaming Women. He rushes over to find 2 Women on the ground and a Vampire "A... a... Vampire?" Christopher drew his sword!
*William walks out of the alleyway and back onto the streets. It didn't take long for him to notice Christopher wielding his sword.
As he was walking he was sizing up Christopher.*
William "I don't feel like dealing with a 'so called' Vampire Hunter. And as for those two, if thats what you were here to check, they will live..."
*William putting his hands him his coat pockets, begins to walk past Christopher.*
((I was kinda hoping for a few more players.
Anyone else iterested? If notI'll kick off tomorrow.
If there are any problems with the religious overtones theyre not quite as clear cut as they seem.))
((Naw, if theres any problems, just intro characters from different view points, IE religion/belief))
"I'm no Vampire hunter. They may live and that's why I'm here but, if you are responseable then I'm sorry but, I can't let you leave."
William "I am the one responsible for saving tose two from their deaths, check the alleyway if you want to make sure. And as for payment, was a portion of their blood. I am a vampire you know."
"I can tell. Fine run but, if I run into you again it will be the end of you Vampire. Oh and remember my name it's Christopher." Christopher walks to the two ladys.
William "I'm not running so don't press your luck. I just have no interest in humiliating you, Christopher."
"Humiliate? Me? Huh. If you fight me you'd be dead before you could... well anything."
William "He heh ha ha ha!! Shallow minded mortal, I'm already dead!"
*William continues down the street.*
"Ok fine then. You'd be back in the dead world before you could do anything."
William *almost out of hearing range* "Never seen such a place..."
"Well you will next time you see me."
((congrats, now you needs more custom title :p
*waits for BD to psot on his thread again*))
((Like the other threads, destickying for inactivity. Will, as usual, resticky if people start carrying on again.
Although I'm too swamped to join myself at the moment, I do like this RPG idea, and my hope is that BD will have tried restarting it again by the time I'm un-swamped again :D))
((*Strains from effort at trying to revive this thread*))
Name: Tony Drazen
Status: Senior Templar Knight/Reporter/Former Spec. Ops. operative.
Height: 6' 0''
Hair: Dark brown.
Weapons: 2 Heckler & Koch USP (Universal Self-loading Pistol) 9mm pistols.
*Tony arrived in Rome, called there to attend the meeting. It had been a long time since he had seen Edward, but he was ready for the meeting, especially with the recent events. *
((So I'll resticky then, but I'm not joining until BD shows his face ;)))
*Edward met Tony in the natiroom to one of the Pope's personnal sitting rooms.*
Edward: How have you been?
((OKay this character is going to be a little different, and BD if you have problems with it feel free to let me know and I'll change :D))
Species: Demon (Fallen Angel)
Allegiance: Neutral (Nominally Hell)
Status: Unknown (Former agent of Lucifer on Earth)
Nationality: Appears Caucasian
Height: 6' 1''
June 23rd 2004, Rome
*It was a well known fact among those who knew of the spiritual world that in the thousands of years after Creation, many demons and angels had assumed human forms and mingled and interacted with the masses of humanity, for good or ill.
What was not so well known was the state of certain these agents of good and evil, those who had been left pretty much alone for enormous lengths of time, so long that they began to become more and more humanlike.
The theory among clergy was that demons and angels did not have free will.
This theory never accounted for how angels could Fall.
With the new war in heaven, rallying calls had been sent to every supernatural agent of heaven or hell on Earth. The angels, fallen or otherwise, had immediately and eagerly answered the call.
Calnathe had not.
He was currently far from the battleground of Heaven, and was sitting half-drunk on a barstool, in a seedier section of Rome, Italy, Earth, and berating himself.
Because in the hundreds of years since he'd been assigned to gather souls for the Devil, something bad had happened.
He'd grown to rather, well, like people.
He didn't want to destroy their world. If you got around to it, although the demon wouldn't quite admit it to himself, he really wanted to save it.
So while the battle to end the world raged in Heaven and on Earth, one demon sat outside, at a seedy bar drinking, trying to sort himself out and figure out what was best to do.*
((Character looks very good, I think maybe the red eyes are a bad idea, unless he can change them to brown or something. Just IMO))
((Sure! That was just a stylistic thing :)))
*A train arrives at one of the stations. Sitting in one of the individual compartments was William, making the trip from city to city in a few weeks, trying to find more of his 'kind' to ally with to get rid of the scurge on the feeding grounds that meny call the world. The plague that he calls 'demon', only to spread chaos and fear on his cattle, spoiling the meat before its tender...*
*He gets off the train and separates himself from the crowd, he immedately walking into a darkened alley. When he emerges from other other side, a gust of wind from the west blows, breifly whipping his trenchcoat, then settling down.*
((will finish in a bit))
*Tony looked unhappy.*
Tony: I hoped this day wouldn't come in our lifetime. I guess we're the ones who are gonna have to clean this mess.
*Edward shrugged*:If it wasn't us it would be our children. His Holiness is waiting.
*He tosses Tony a Templar cloak and a sword.*
[Time for me to make an entrance]
June 23, 2004, Cairo
*A dark sewer. A deep howling can be heard, and the local crime gangs are avoiding the sewer tonight.*
Gang member: Shaitan!
*Two voices can be heard. One snarls in satisfaction, the other roars in agony. One is human, the other demonic.
A large devil is pinned to the wall by silver stakes. A cowled human is pressing a crucifix into his face*
Man: What's the matter. I thought your kind enjoyed torture.
Devil: RELEASE ME MORTAL! I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL.
Man: You won't be devouring anything for a while. Not after I pull your fangs out. Now tell me, where are you all pouring in from?!
Devil: NO! I won't betray...
Man: Demons always renege on deals. It's your nature. But you forget the law of karma. What goes around...
*He pulls a bottle of holy water from his belt. The demon's eyes widen in sheer horror as he smashes it over his face. It roars and dies*
Man: Ustione nel inferno, uova dell'inferno
*He turns an exits*
Species: Man...once. Infernal traits owing to spending time there.
Allegiance: Himself, but mostly good.
Nationatlity: Long forgotten.
Weapons: Two curved Katar, holy water bottles, silver bullet loaded guns. Carries several other objects painful to outsiders.
*Tony caught both, put on the cloak and slipped the sword into his belt, and followed.*
((OOS: Deac, D&D much? :D))
*Calnathe stumbles out of the bar and wanders aimlessly into an alley outside, drunk. He doesn't even notice the human in the alleyway until it, well, he, was right beside him, pressing a pistol to his neck*
Man: So, another drunk piece of ****.
*Calnathe looks up at his attacker with blurry eyes. The man hits him in the neck with the gun, dropping Calnathe to his knees*
Man: Hand over your wallet, and maybe I won't leave your dead body here for the rats.
*Calnathe gives a wince as he concentrates and expunges the alcohol from his bloodstream. He looks up at the man*
Calnathe: You just ruined three hours-worth of getting piss-drunk.
*Calnathe grabs the man, one arm grabbing his neck, and the other his shooting arm. He squeezes hard, and the man screams and drops the gun as his bones crack*
Calnathe: Sorry, but I can't afford to be discorporated right now. Don't want to have to answer any intrusive questions before I can get a replacement body.
Man: W-what the hell are you?
*Calnathe's eyes flash red. The back of his form expands into great black wings*
Calnathe: "Hell" would be the right word for it.
*The man screams. Calnathe tosses him aside disgustedly. The man hits his head on a nearby dumpster and falls unconscious*
[OOS: Just starting to. You been reading Good Omens by any chance?]
Revenant: B****** knew nothing. Probably a low class footsoilder or dumb highborn. Doesn't matter. Won't be bothering anyone now.
*He exits the sewers to find a gang surrounding his motorbike*
Revenant: Leave my bike alone.
*The gang members turn and draw flick-knives*
Revenant: You do not want to do this...
*He draws his two katar and spins, knocking the gang members back, deep gashes showing on their chests. As they writhe on the ground, he mounts his bike and rides off*
Revenant: Constantinople. I'd better get to Constantiople
((How ironic, i entered in my first D&D game just last sat))
*Behind Calnathe the sound of an unsheathing silver Longsword, and the whiping sound of a trenchcoat being blown in the wind.*
William *Speaking with a slight slur from his teeth* "Ahhh,... Yesss, Another Deemon who climbs up to dis vorld from the hell that sspawned you... I grow tired of your kind trespassing onto my feedinggroundss..."
*William was pointing the long sword at Calnathe, purposely having a streetlamp behind him, his eye glowing in the dark.*
((Deac: Yup. Is it obvious? ^_~ Of course, this isn't a comedy ;)
Actually by "D&D" I was referring to your image of demons/devils as evil outsiders that are for some reason harmed by silver ;)
Scar: I got introduced to D&D between 6 months and a year ago now I believe. I've been recently "elected" (i.e. forcibly chosen since I'm the only one who's read the sourcebooks, or cares to invent a plot and a world XD) to DM a new campaign with a few friends.
Two of the four other players want to play D&D versions of Crowley and Aziraphale. XD So I'm reworking the angel and devil subtypes and creating new angel/devil species that match the Good Omens descriptions. ^_^ (True, I could've done something like take the Astral Deva and the Erinyes Devil straight from the Monster Manual, but they're too different from Good Omens-style angels/demons.) I believe this might possibly qualify me as legally insane.))
Calnathe: *turning and squinting* What is this? A vampire? How...aggravating.
*Tony and Edward enter the Papal sitting room. The Pope sits in wheelchair, both men kneel and Edward kisses the Pope's ring.*
Edward: Holiness, we have come at your request. I have dealt with the Grand Master of the Hospitlers. The order can been dispanded.
Papa: The order... will not... be... dispanded.
William "Aggravating for whom?"
[I always wanted to learn, but none of my friends knew how to or were interested. Then one day I thought, "Hang on, I pratically know all this from the various D&D RPG's I've played. So now I DM for a few friends. We've just started.]
Christopher arrived in rome by plane. "Dang, I'm late. That encounter with that vampire made me miss the plane, so I've been delayed 6 hours. I have to run to the pope's sitting room. I rented a car, and rushed there. I entered the room, and waited. I was late, and would have to wait for Edward and Tony to come out.
Tony: Why the hell not? Oh, and forgive my language.
[Need to timeskip so I can get to Istanbul/Constantiople]
Calnathe: For only me. For both of us, if you don't find some other hapless target for your pretentious accent to prey on.
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