NationStates Jolt Archive

The Teritoran branch of the Most Holy Order of St. Adius, one of the orders within the Catholic Church decatated to the hunting and exterimenation of the undead, the dead who preyed upon the living was having its semi secret annual meeting at a Isolated monastary on an rocky Island off the coast north coast of Teritora. While they tried to keep the meeting location as secret, some word of the meeting slipped out unknown to them, information that could dangerious with so many of the order in one place...

OOC:Just for you vampire Rpers. A chance to get a little revenge on the vampire hunters. :wink:

OOC: Hmmm... yes, an attack against a brother order would finally give me the excuse I've been looking for to begin a crusade against the vampires...

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OOC: What does it entitle, besides being a vampire, to be at this meeting? Are they cordally invited or it is just on a word basis? I might have a character for this.

[tag] OOC: Though this nation is very internal in it's affairs, I may be interested later...

OOC:Its a meeting of an church order that hunts vampires and other undead and while they tried to keep it a secret along with the location of the meeting word got out. And since there people who RP vampires, its their chance to strike at group of vampire hunters. Vampire hunters who since they think their meeting is secret they are not expecting an attack and its an Isolated monstary on a rocky Island so the vampire hunters are isolated as well and not to many places to hide and nowhere to escape to unless one wants to throw themselves into the ocean, into dangerious waters.

While vampires from The Underground City have been warned against making an attack on these hunters, some have decided to go anyway. The Underground City holds no responsibilities for their actions.

OOC: Oops read it wrong. I see now. Vampires hear of them trying to hunt the vampires. Therefore, vampires want to attack them first. I still can come into this. Do you want a group of vampires to come? That would be a better defense then single players.

OOC:Of course, Your welcome to.

OOC: Going to a couple parties tonight. I will check on this tomorrow when I can.

On the Island of Terivori ranking members of the Teritoran branch of the Most Holy Order of St. Adius began to arrive from all over Teritora. The island itself wasn't impressive, it was windswept rocky island honeycombed with many caves and few trees. The only thing on the island beside the docks was an ancient massive stone monastery; it was an extremely isolated and foreboding place. Most of the arrivals were unarmed or only slightly armed, after all what vampire would dare go upon holy ground into a monastery of vampire hunters. It was unthinkable and considered imposable. By dusk most of the Order arrived at the monastery and the meeting began as the dark clouds that had hanging over the island all day let lose a downpour like the tears of heaven raining down upon the earth.

OOC: Question, this RP just for vampires or can I send a few lambs...?

OOC:Why not, of course you can.

Approaching the coast of the Island of Terivori, a helecopter carrying a delegation of officials from Foolish Pesants. The helecopter itself didn't look like it should be able to fly, especially in these winds. As it draws closer large words are visable on the side stating;

Eugine's Airborne Rental

Also noticable is a large ammount of effort to patch holes on the actual craft, places where holes mean crashes. With a uncerimonious(sp) landing, a small delegation of troops exits the shoddy junk bucket;

The first noticable are the actual troopers, each one over 6ft and fully armed with body armour and a large, extremely bulky rifles. Behind them is a somewhat smaller trooper in a long coat and a commisar style hat, seemingly unarmed.

"I TOLD you we should have petitioned for an "Actual" transport, not this junk!"

"Were here ain't we? Anyhow stop complaining", stated the Commisaresque induvidual

"Why ARE we here anyway?"

"Well, with all the Vampire news and activity, we cannot afford to be ignorant on this matter"

Gesturing the conversation was over, the Commisar led the group towards the monistary

Several monks opened up the gates of the monastery as the odd delegation arrived to the surpise of the order who thought they had kept their meeting and its location a secret.

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Without a sound, a band of ten vampires drops gracefully onto the Island of Terivori, their ability to land softly eliminating the need for parachutes.

The vampires were clad in jet black outfits covering their entire bodies - they did not want their pale skin to show up against the dark night.
The each had a light sabre-like sword attached to their belts.

The leader was a muscular vampire with long black hair. He whispered to the others in a voice too quiet for humans to hear.

"Here they are. Now is our chance to teach these human monks once and for all that genocide against vampires will not be tolerated."

Without a sound, a band of ten vampires drops gracefully onto the Island of Terivori, their ability to land softly eliminating the need for parachutes.

OOC: Whoa! Can we get some physics in here? I mean, vampires are tough and they (like humans) could know how to tumble and reduce the damage landing from height causes.

First question, what dropped them? Don't get me wrong, the idea is cool enough but you haven't said anything about how they are falling and out of what... for all we know they have fallen out of the heavens...

Vampires are not immune to fall damage, they may be able to soak it better but they will have broken bones for hours... and thats assuming it wasn't too high... too high would be something like say... I don't know, parachuting alititude (sp) in which case they would be pancakes... or at least pancakes in torpor... which I would find funny...

"Hey guys!"

"Yeah boss?"

"How long do you think it will take to regenerate our entire skeletons from this puddle we have become?"

"Couple years?"

"Do you think they will still be in their meeting by then?"

"Maybe..."

Come on, people... it doesn't take much...

Hidden in their HQ, a underground fort near the Border of Emina, the group known as HORN(Killers Of Risky Non-humans) recieves a unmarked letter detailing the "secret meeting" held by the Vampire Hunters. "Interesting," remarks HORN leader Tony "Bloodbath"Pillabuster, a mass murderer of many "unpure" people before deciding Non-humans were the real threat. "These people are just a bunch of holy fools thinking they can take on a whole race of Satanistic beings. They must be ignorant and thus needing our assistance." He turned and face his band of troops. "Arm yourselves with non-lethal weapons, my friends. We must go to a rocky island off the coast north coast of Teritora. There, we must capture and bring back the stupid ones, and train them our own special way, as a member of HORN!" The crowd gave a great cheer similar to that of a child given candy. Then, they hurried off to a stolen Eminan cargo plane, and set off to capture some vampire hunters.

As the delegation approached the monks, the Commisar pulled out a tattered piece of paper, and presented it to the monks.

"Hey there, were here for that Vampire meeting...? Yes, yes, I'm sure your wondering how were knew about this, weeel we got this from a messenger. I's all above board, and everthing."

Before giving the monks chance to check the documents, the small party made it's way out of the cold into the monastary.

"You reckon they know someone published the information as a Spamutizement?"

"I for one ain't gonna tell them..."

"Probably just a recipient who got over zealous..."

With that they made their way further into the building, with much greater speed......

Without a sound, a band of ten vampires drops gracefully onto the Island of Terivori, their ability to land softly eliminating the need for parachutes.

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OOC: The vampires have special abilities. I am basing their landing ability on Blood Omen 2: Legacy of Kain, in which Kain always floats down slowly, no matter how high he has jumped from. Less velocity means less impact. There's your physics.

And they jumped from an aeroplane.

There was nearly thousand members of the order at the monastery mostly senior members who had been in the order for years here to repisent their chapter of the Teritoran Branch of their ancient Order, the rest of the monks were caretakers and pernment residents of the monastery, mainly hunters who had survived to a ripe old age in a dangerious field and where to old to that service to God. All nearly the monk were in a large chamber where they held their meetings, a few monks in the hall pointed out the direction of the meeting to the delegation.

The Stolen Cargo Plane was outfitted with a bunch of other stolen technolgy, including rocket launchers and anti-radar gear. HORN was able to avoid radar and other crafts and soon spotted the Island. Deploying the aquatic landing gear, they landed and slowly floated towards the island, retracting the gear as they deployed the land-travel gear and put it to a stop. "Ok, my friends, arm yourselves only with knockout grenades and tranculizers. We don't want to kill out future allies. However, I will be armed with enough weapons to fight off any of these people who fights back. Suddenly, 10 black figures dropped down from the sky. Tony eyes narrowed. "MEN, GRAB THE GARLIC RIFLES AND THE HOLY WATER ROCKETS. WE GOT SCUM!" he yelled, removing his likely pistol from the wall. The pistol fired silver bullets covered in holy water, and could kill anything that could die of a bullet, plus werewolves and vampires. "Lets go gather some fools, and kill some scum!" declared Tony, as he and his gang rushed out.

OOC:Uh I was going for those in the monastery nearly wiped out with only a few to escape here. Its to provide for excuse for something planned for later.

OOC: The vampires have special abilities. I am basing their landing ability on Blood Omen 2: Legacy of Kain, in which Kain always floats down slowly, no matter how high he has jumped from. Less velocity means less impact. There's your physics.

And they jumped from an aeroplane.

OOC: Fair enough, I wil retract my rant and leave you be... just next time make it clear you are using magic... people may have a way of noticing and it's an important factor.

OOC:Uh I was going for those in the monastery nearly wiped out with only a few to escape here. Its to provide for excuse for something planned for later.

OOC: totally understood. I was planning on making this a successful mission. They get a little insane when fighting vampires, trust me. :wink:

The vampire leader spoke to his gang again.

"Expect to face extreme resistance. There will be trained vampire hunters in here. Of course we must make them pay, but we must be careful. Don't get carried away. Stealth is the key."

The said seniors of the anceint holy order were in their meeting. The few weapons they had brought with them were in their monk cells as they hammered rules best methods and backup methods for dealing with the various subspeices of undead, execally subspeices of the vampire variety. about 20 monks armed with staffs, holy water, blessed swords, garlic and wooden stakes wondered the halls on patrol of the vast monastery.

"Change of Plan. Looks like the infomation was wrong. The vampires are having a convention to kill humans, not vice versa. It appear that they have taken over monks to combat the fact they are anti-god. What better way to get God back to then control his best kids." said Tony, his pistol held high. Walking through the temple's door, he spotted the first victem. Before the Monk could utter a single word, his face got a major change. Dragging the corpse outside, he put on the monk's robes. "I'm going in, but I want you guys to make sure nothing makes it out or in there alive but me. If they get me, you know what you need to do. HAIL HORN!" cried Tony, and went into the building, total victory or bust.

OOC:My, they are crazy, Emina.

OOC:My, they are crazy, Emina.
OCC: I told you it won't go as planned.

"Change of Plan. Looks like the infomation was wrong. The vampires are having a convention to kill humans, not vice versa. It appear that they have taken over monks to combat the fact they are anti-god. What better way to get God back to then control his best kids." said Tony, his pistol held high. Walking through the temple's door, he spotted the first victem. Before the Monk could utter a single word, his face got a major change. Dragging the corpse outside, he put on the monk's robes. "I'm going in, but I want you guys to make sure nothing makes it out or in there alive but me. If they get me, you know what you need to do. HAIL HORN!" cried Tony, and went into the building, total victory or bust.

Unluckly for him the sound of gun fire ecoed through the monastery and the monks responded, with a dozen of the monks acting like guards going to the battlements of monastery with crossbows silently, taking aim from above and firing at the intruders they saw outside, while the other monks went to deal with the intruder.

"What an interesting turn of events", said the vampire leader, watching the events with his gang in the shadows. "Perhaps we can use the commotion as a distraction to enter."

Using even more stealth than normal, the vampires entered the building through a small window.

In the council chambers the meeting continued unaware of the events outside as the senior members of the order continued their debate and made their plans for the next year champian agaist the unholy menice.

"Change of Plan. Looks like the infomation was wrong. The vampires are having a convention to kill humans, not vice versa. It appear that they have taken over monks to combat the fact they are anti-god. What better way to get God back to then control his best kids." said Tony, his pistol held high. Walking through the temple's door, he spotted the first victem. Before the Monk could utter a single word, his face got a major change. Dragging the corpse outside, he put on the monk's robes. "I'm going in, but I want you guys to make sure nothing makes it out or in there alive but me. If they get me, you know what you need to do. HAIL HORN!" cried Tony, and went into the building, total victory or bust.

Unluckly for him the sound of gun fire ecoed through the monastery and the monks responded, with a dozen of the monks acting like guards going to the battlements of monastery with crossbows silently, taking aim from above and firing at the intruders they saw outside, while the other monks went to deal with the intruder.

OCC: It was silenced pistol. :oops: But no harm no foul. I'll just have to turn up the juice. :wink:
"Those damn vampires. They must have heard my shot with their damned superears. No matter, I'll just need to use this." he said pulling a knife from under his robe. "I killed many people hand to hand, and I can do it against a bunch of Vampires!" he said, running down the hall.
Suddenly, men began falling from HORN's battle squad. A man known only as Dragon, stepped forward. "I saw we burn this whole place down. The boss will be able to get out, but those damn vampires out of this place." Before anyone could stop him, he had already nearly covered one side of the building with gas, as the other pryos, began to spray gasoline as well, as one began to light a match...

OOC:My, they are stupid to, stone doesn't burn very well and I don't think they will have much luck with the down pour of rain.

The Monks were showing how good shots they were as they continued to rain crossbow bolts down, they knew that stone didn't burn very well and it would take them hours to even surround the monastery with fire... expecally as it was pouring down rain. Inside The Charging mad man was about to find that the monks were very good with their chosen weapons and that staffs and swords had a much better reach than a dagger as they attacked him.

"Slow down, Dragon. Its raining, and stone doesn't burn." said one of the men, in between taking shots at the monks above. "Who said I was going to burn the stone to kill them?" he said, lighting the gas on fire. "That should hold for at least 3 minutes. No one is getting out of there, at least for now." He said rushing to the cargo ship and coming back with a box labeled in some foreign language. Openning it, began throwing members of HORN exposives. "These are remote controlled expolsives. They are quite a bit old, so they shouldn't sink the island, but enough of them should be able to break down the castle." Dragon placed the first expolsive near the wall they were standing by before. "Back up! Lets see how powerful these are." he yelled, and activated the bomb.

OOC:How many of those people are there?

The monks stared down annoyed before bracing for the explosion. It wasn't like it could damage the massively thick walls, it wasn't even placed against the walls. The Monks had served in the Miltary before becoming monks and they belonged to a miltant order. This behavier by the mad men was begining to annoy them.

The monks stared down annoyed before bracing for the explosion. It wasn't like it could damage the massively thick walls, it wasn't even placed against the walls. The Monks had served in the Miltary before becoming monks and they belonged to a miltant order. This behavier by the mad men was begining to annoy them.

The monks stared down annoyed before bracing for the explosion. It wasn't like it could damage the massively thick walls, it wasn't even placed against the walls. The Monks had served in the Miltary before becoming monks and they belonged to a miltant order. This behavier by the mad men was begining to annoy them.

As the building shook with the explosion, the Foolish delegation raised it's heads in unison from the buffet that had previously preocupied them.

"What the hell was that?!?"

"I guess we wern't the only ones to receive that invitation..."

"Should we Activate then?"

"No, no, i'm sure what ever the problem is it can't be that serious. This food won't eat itself you know..., then again maybe we should take a few plates and find a quiet side room."

"I guess that's why your earning the big bucks"

"If they need us i'm sure we'll know"

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"So we're an order of the church who seeks out and drives Vampires away from Tarrican, right?" remarks one man too his comrades, as the three of them huddle over equipment in the small boat at anchor off the coast of a certain small island currently beset by (amoung other things) terrible weather.

"Yup." remarks one man lacadasicly. He'd heard it before and the kid was going to say it again before the night was out.

"So why are we spying on an island half a world away that doesn't contain Vampires, but Vampire Hunters instead!" The man seems aggitated, but witnesses would suspect that that was more to do with having been the man sent out to check on the ropes a few minutes ago... and hence was soaking because of it.

"Well," starts the third man (silent up until now) "the plan is, as I see it, to find out the plans of this stake-happy monks and beat them to the kill, as it were. To do that, y'see, we have to know what they're up to, like."

"But why? Let them buggers do it... why risk men, materials and me getting a cold if some ecclesiastical eunoch is willing to do it for us? And its not like they're going after threats to us." Countered the first. They all knew that the Coven of Defenders was about protecting Tarrican's population, not eradicating all vamp-kind. You know: politely asking them to leave, supplying them with air tickets (often to Endless Regrets, depending on their intelligence) and calling for men with firepower should the heamavore reject these suggestions.

"'s 'cos we're hardcore." Put in the second, confusing both of the others, who supplied an obvious "What?"

"Nobody believe's we're hardcore, y'see. The Hunters, the Slayers... all them big-ass state-funded orders. They looks down on the Coven, if they've even heard of it... and don't get me started on those f*cks from the Ordo Santo Mundi!" While he didn't actually pronounce that asterisk, it was one of those sounds that men learn if they spend too much time near clergymen: definately not 'fuck', yet at the same time almost indestinguishable from it to any but the most discerning ear for words.

"He's got a point." added the third. "Even our own don't respect us... we didn't get a single man near to Roania... Military shut us right out."

"But now we're working for the Office of Military Intelligence at the same time as this hairbrained surveillance?" cried the first man, still aggrieved (and wet). Yet he was forced to concede on that issue in the face of the corused reply of "At least they pay us."
To say that the Coven of Defenders was 'underfunded' would be misleading... mostly because it carried with it the implication that they were funded at all. The Coven was voluntary and heamavores were so scarce in the Devils Desert that the First Amalgamated Church of the Tester wouldn't have spared money for it... even if they themselves had money to spare. Thus their equipment came from working for the military, when they could be sufficiently convinced of the competence of the Coven operatives. And thus three men sat in a fishing boat off a small island off Teritora.

With the conversation ended, they all truned back to their instruments at hand. "Got anything on radio, Mike?" asks the third of the first, supplying the requisite glare as the answer of "Capital FM's not bad."

"Well look," said the first man in defencive. "Bloody monks don't use radio, do they? I mean I miiiight have something that could be a short-range tac-net... but then it could be a particularly high-pitched penguine trapping its bollocks on a rock. And even if it was, we'll never hear it this far out... even if it wernt encrypted."

The second voice chooses to come to Mike's rescue at that point. "I think they're might be something on the shotgun mike, Skip."
Either he was the skipper of the ship or had had the misfortune to have been named 'Skip', the third man turned to the old-timer and asked a simple "What?"

"Sounds like a fight in a chinese noodle shop. All 'Hwa!' and 'Woh-pah!' and such. Its near the door, but fairly low-key...pro'lly just a practice of some kind..."

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In the council chambers they had gotten off of the different types undead, after listing, 10 types of common Zombies, 5 types of skeletons, 3 types of Liches, 13 most common types of dangerious Spirital undeads, 15 Different major Varieties of vampires and many other types of undead and how to deal with them. They were unware of what was going on as they started on their reports of the hunts of the past year and plans on dealing with some major undead problems down in the catacombs of several major cities including the capital and a raid on two newly discovered Vampire nests that were preying on the nearby populious and finally how to deal with an anceint vampire count that was causing problems in the Princapality of Asha in Northern Teritora.

As they made their way through the endless corridors checking each room as they went for somewhere to stop and eat, the group eventually found their way to the council chambers. Seeing as this was where all the head people were, they left the plates just outside the door in an untidy pile.

"Hey, were here to listen to this right?" whispered one,

"No, I'm here to record this, more reliable that way" whispered the commisar in return

"Why ARE we whispering anyway?" this received him a quick elbow to the ribs from one of his compatriots

"Spread out and cover the entrances, i'd like to leave unharassed"

As the troops spread out to various parts of the room the Commisar reached into his coat and produced a recording device that he activated and placed on a small unassuming ledge close to the center of the room.

OOC: Hmmm... yes, an attack against a brother order would finally give me the excuse I've been looking for to begin a crusade against the vampires...

OOC: I was thinking the same thing...

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Meanwhile while all the fighting with the nutcases was going on, an Ancient, 7,000 year old Master vampire, the so called Vampire King of Teritora's vampires and three score vampires took advanage of the defielment of the Monastery by the madmen and the distraction they were causing to sneak into the Monastery unnoticed and then they spread out and soon the screaming began. As the vampires attacked soitary monks as they made their way toward the council chambers.

OCC:There is about 100 people on the island from Horn. 50 are still on the ship.

Tony spun, hearing the unmistakeable scream of a dead man. "Bite on the... left artery of the neck. He should die in less then 2 minutes." he whispered to himself, remembering how he would tell how his team of murdering crazymen had done their job back when he targeted humans. Sneaking through the halls, he spotted a monk slumped over in the hall, his robes barely stained. "Not a HORN kill. The vampires are here." He said, his gun ready. Suddenly, a dark figure leaped out from behind him. Tony spun, and fired...

A Dreka Vampire, one of the dreaded vampires of Southeastern Teritora that could only be stopped by beheading and only killed by beheading, staking, burning the body and mixing the ashes with holy water, lept at Tony. Meanwhile the other vampires had finished off the monks in the halls, the few armed monks were overwelmed killing only a few vampires and now the anceint Master vampire and the others aproached the council chambers where the Foolish Peasant delgation stood by the door and where inside the council of the Order's elders was still in meeting.

OOC: 7000 years old? :shock:

As the meeting rolled on, the sounds of battle grew ever closer. This mute fact was only realisable by the "improvements" made to the populace of Foolish Pesants. Each trooper tensed and readied his gun as they watched their own entrance into the room. As time wore on, a vague sensation of pressure began to form in the assembled heads of the Foolish Delegation. The pressure grew more potent with each passing second, as though it was in response to another force that was drawing ever closer...

OOC:Yep, seriously evil master vampire.

IC:The nearly three score vampires lept at the Foolish Peasent delagation to kill them on the way into the chambers of the order's council.

As the vampires dive through the entrance and overwhelm 3 of the 4 Foolish Troopers, the sensation of pressure becomes too much and a clear voice rings out in his head;

YOU MUST NOT FALL

With that he could see the monsters for what they really were, Vampiric fiends beyond reproach. With this new realization came new power he could feel coursing through him, if he concentrated, the Monsters could not approach him.

Now's my chance he thought,

concentrating further, he activated the additional adrenaline glands imbedded in all Foolish Pesants. With all that was clouding his mind gone, he saw what was needed with a new clarity. Grabbing one of the head monks, he vaulted out of a nearby window, landing in what seemed to be a small garden.

"Quiet, We've still got a Pickup waiting."

With that, the lone Trooper ran from the area, neatly placing a bullet in each eye of whatever happened to see him pass.

The Vampires began to slaughter the nearly defensiveless monks that only a few armed only with Silver crosses and holy water, the monkguards that armed were dead or dealing with the mad men outside. The Senior monks were quickly slaughtered but fewer than a dozen inside the chambers escaped to the safty of the nearby centeral Altar room and began to pray and any of the vampires that tried to break into the room bursted into flames in holy fire and burned intil not even ashes remained. Outside however the rest of the Leaders of the order were slaughtered by the vampires, the screams ecoing though out the monastery and out a Dozen feet or more from the monstary where the heavy rain blotted out the sound.

The vampires from The Underground City were running silently through the halls. The only sound was the occasional muffled scream of a monk, as they gagged him before the slaughter.

In the Altar room the surviving Senior Monks continued their prayer and the vampires still were unable to enter without being struck down by Holy Fire however the rest of the council of Elders were dead. Outside the 10 Monks continued to hold off the attacking mad man, even with the screaming going on inside, they had to hope that the guards inside could deal with it. Inside two monks still roamed the halls with staff, holy water, stakes and blessed swords in hand as they vainly tried to deal with the invaders into the defiled monastery.

OOC:Well, its how it stands the Order's council of Elders is no more with almost all of them dead, one brought out and the remaining others trapped in the Monasteries Altar Room with two surving Caretaker/guard monks armed and wandering the halls and 10 others holding off the mad men who decided their vampires and will not find out wrong intil dawn cames... If they are still alive by then...

After running to a more isolated area, the Trooper pulled up the monk in his free hand to head height.

"Now, how do you get from here to the front of the Monistary?"

The monk looked in shock, maybe from the run, maybe from seeing 3 seagulls and 1 squirrel suffer 'corrective eye surgery', not getting the answer he wanted, the Trooper shook the monk.

"The helecopter we arrived in is still intact"

Pulling a small comms device from his uniform, he proceded to press a button on the side causing the device to emit a mechanical whirring sound.

"They must have assumed it was Derelict and left it alone, so where to?"

"The main land, the city of Castle Dora, the news must be told then the order shall strike back, this will also likely bring the wraith of the government down as well."

"Not what I asked, but, no matter"

The Trooper handed the monk a sidearm from his belt.

"Take this and shoot anything that sees us, oh and hold on, I will have to run my fastest to get out of this one alive..."

Picking the monk up, the Trooper placed the monk over his shoulder (facing backwards) and held on to his legs with his free hand.

"Now the battle is over there.....So that means.....This way!"

With that, the Trooper sprinted of in the direction of the Helicopter with phenomenal speed

As the Trooper raced to the helecopter, no guards or senteries were anywhere close enough to stop the take off now. Bundling the monk into the helecopter the Trooper gave the scene on last survey before bringing the engines online.

"I guess everyone is so busy killing your other monks everyone forgot about this scrapheap", looking at the monk added,

"I'm sure some of them will make it"

Not likely though, he thought.

Without saying another word, the Trooper brought the helecopter up and set a course directly towards the city of Castle Dora.

Slowly the storm died down and morning slowly came as the screams coming from the monastery slowly died and soon the long night was over as the first rays light began to show over the horison and the storm dispated.