Rise of Darkness

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Rise of Darkness

Post by Darth_Kirkin » Wed Oct 13, 2004 12:38 pm

Cleric Damon LaGrange knelt on the cold floor of the chapel one hand clasped about the iron cross that hung about his kneck, and the other resting on his knee. He whispered his prayers for strength in the small prayer room, the only light came through a damaged stained glass window that dominated the small wall facing him.

A knock on the door brought him back to the present and he rose to his feet, his joints aching slightly as he rose. They always did that he mused to himself, after all decent rest was all but impossible to come by these days.

"Enter" he spoke quietly, slipping the cross back under his shirt.

"Cleric Damon, it is time." The voice was that of his apprentice, Adept Marcus Ardis.

Damon merely nodded and turned to follow the younger man out. The difference between the men was stark. Marcus was only 24 and looked it, his uniform was fresh and clean. Damons face was aged far beyond his 34 years. His face bore silent testimony to his years of service in the order and the many, many battles he had fought.

They made their way through the ancient stone halls of the cathedral passing many of their order. There were few greetings exchanged, such things were a luxury the current times could ill afford. The great hall in the center of the structure was where they were heading and in it lay the command center.

A large map of the city was spread up on one wall and the pews had been cleared away to make room for what little organisation could be maintained. At the far end from the main entrance was the chair where the leader of this cities chapter of the order sat. A man only 7 years older than Damon, he too bore many of the signs of the times that others carried, the same almost perpetual look of solemnity. The mans hair was all but grey and his face was badly scarred, his right eye was also almost completely white.

"Cleric Damon, peace be with you" the man greeted in the usual fashion.

"Peace be with you Father Durant. You requested my presence?"

Durant nodded slowly.

"We've heard reports that they're trying to get in through the sewers. I've assigned Clerics McGonigal and Stanson to assist you. They're enroute their now."

Damon nodded and bowed his head respectfully before turning nodding to his adept and nodding. The two turned and left, making their way to the equipment room where they obtained their weapons. Damon took his usual two special pistols and Marcus opting for a weapon not unlike a cross between a shotgun and assault rifle.

So many things had changed since the Break, so many things had changed and had to be changed. Their weapons too were far removed from any conventional guns, they had proved ineffective against their enemy. Long forgotten magics had been employed in the construction of new weapons lending them an almost spiritual quality. Checking them, they made their way out of the cathedral and down into the sewer system which it was connected to by a series of tunnels.
* Beware the fury of a patient man.

* What's the point in being alive if you're not living?

* "But we can't be free, until we learn to laugh at ourselves. Once you look in the mirror and see just how foolish we can be, laughter is inevitable. And from laughter comes wisdom." - G'Kar, B5

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Post by Darth_Kirkin » Sat Oct 16, 2004 6:10 pm

Damon knelt to the floor of the sewer sniffing the air. Closing his eyes he breathed the dank air deeply.

"They have been here... recently. Roughly six.... less than a half hour..."

Beside him toting a heavy assault weapon stood his adept Marcus. While the younger man had taken his training to heart Damon could sense his unease and see it in his eyes.

"Have they fed cleric?"

Damon opened his eyes and looked up at Marcus, his aging face furrowing into a look of dismay.

"I may be the best but I'm not bloody psychic. We will only know if we come across remains or them. I'd personally prefer the former but luck has been something of a scarce commodity these days."

The elder hunter rose to his feet, his brown overcoat shifting down around him as he moved to unholster his twin automatic pistols and cocked them.

"Be ready, there are two of them following us. There was a slight shift in the wind."

Marcus nodded.

"I noticed but smelt nothing."

Damon nodded. Now was not the time for a lesson but he needed correcting.

"That will come with time and experience. But their stench is a unique one and something you will never forget."

The adept nodded as Damon went silent and began to move down the sewer tunnel checking every side passage and ladder with his eagle like eyes. Marcus was relegated to his usual task of following Damon and covering the rear but he knew too well that it was no easy task since their enemy had a habit of sneaking up from the rear.

Further down the corridoor Marcus had turned to check the rear again and turning round he stopped dead at the sight of the empty tunnel. A hand grabbing him an pulling him into a side passage nearly caused him to yell out but Damon put his hand over the adepts mouth before he could.

Damon pulled the man to the side and pointed his gun at the corridoor they'd come from, breathing very slowly and purposefully.

It was if the world had gone into slow-motion, every sound seemed louder, every smell sharper. Marcus took in a sharp breath as he made out the sound of something... no somethings coming down the corridoor towards them. The sounds got closer and closer and there was an aroma that seemed to grow with it. The adept realised that he had smelled it before and remembered it was a smell that seemed to stick to everything the enemy came into contact with. His thoughts were cut off by a sloshing and light thumping sound as the creature made its way up the passage.

A head came round the corner and Marcus had only the briefest of looks at it before it's head dissapeared in a red and purple explosion of light. The headless corpse fell back into the main passage twitching lightly as Damon walkd towards it, firing three rounds into it's chest and turning to look down the corridoor for the other Marcus knew he'd heard the cleric mention.

But there were no shots fired. Damon continued to watch for what felt like an eternity before holstering his pistols and pulling out a grenade. Not just any grenade, a specially modified one the order referred to as the 'Holy Handgrenade'. It was a weapon of last resort.

Marcus made his way carefully out to where Damon stood and turned to see what it was.

It filled the whole corridoor and moved unlike anything natural. There was three distinct faces he could make out but even they were warped and twisted across what passed for the beats body, but all had razor sharp teeth and tounges like whips.

"This changes things considerably" Damon mused. "We need to get out of here, now."

Taking the grenade he twisted the arming timer on it and dropped it to the ground before turning in a flurry of his coat and setting off down the corridoor at a dead run. Turning he noticed Marcus a little behind him.

"HURRY DAMN IT!!!"

The cleric hit the ladder running and clambered up it as fast as he could. If he could have, he would have willed the manhole cover but had to do with shoving it open with his shoulder. Counting down in his head the last seconds before the detonation he turned and helped Marcus out of the manhole.

No sooner had he than there was a strangely harmonious gong sound and the ground rumbled gently. The two men also felt a strangely tingling sensation wash over them which was an after affect of the grenades detonation.

Marcus couldn't help but crack a smile but Damon's look of concern didn't change as he activated another grenade and dropped it down the manhole before sliding the cover back over it and taking a quick visual survey of the area. They were standing in the middle of what had once been the center of the city. On one side of them was the cities main park, now massively overgrown it had more in common with a jungle than any park and things dwelt there that even the clerics would not tackle without support.

"We're close to the cathedral, stay close and keep your weapon ready."
* Beware the fury of a patient man.

* What's the point in being alive if you're not living?

* "But we can't be free, until we learn to laugh at ourselves. Once you look in the mirror and see just how foolish we can be, laughter is inevitable. And from laughter comes wisdom." - G'Kar, B5

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Post by Darth_Kirkin » Mon Feb 19, 2007 6:37 pm

The 'Cathedral was the only safe haven within the city limits. The 2 meter high walls were covered in razor wire and the sewers underneath it had been filled with as much rubble as they could manage. Men guarded it's walls night and day with the new weapons they had been able to craft which were able to deal with the monsters that stalked the city streets.

Up until the Breaking Father Durant had been regarded by those in the church as a loose thread, something out of place in the larger structure of the church, but his position had been protected by the Vatican. None ever found out why this was so, and none have ever asked Durant. But for him and a mere dozen others in the church none new anything about the nightmare that had enveloped the world or how to deal with it, and they were now leading the survivors of humanity in an effort to stem the tide of darkness and preserve something, anything before it was all swallowed up into hell.
* Beware the fury of a patient man.

* What's the point in being alive if you're not living?

* "But we can't be free, until we learn to laugh at ourselves. Once you look in the mirror and see just how foolish we can be, laughter is inevitable. And from laughter comes wisdom." - G'Kar, B5

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