NationStates Jolt Archive


Brûlez la Sorcière (INTRO RP)

Gopania
11-04-2007, 01:33
Were was god, the Villagers thought to themselves, when the Demons came and took all the women? The freshbornes and the strong, Demonic forces were at work in this village on the Frontière de diables of the great Gopan Empire.

Darkness ruled the skies and for only seconds a day the village saw light from the holy Sun, blessed by god for these few seconds they saw their hideous wart ridden forms, the stench ridden village and piles of midden which were strewn across the streets and crooked houses.

It had been many a month since the grace of god had blessed these streets, and many a month more since the armies of the Chasseur de Sorcière had marched through them.

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Commander Salamis could feel the resentment towards god that these people felt, this would not do, he had truly been busy rallying reinforcments to the retinue he carried but now another trouble for the empire could be extinguished, looking up from the village and examining the mountainside he saw the castle of Count Corvinus, looking back at his retinue of hunters and holy men he formulated his plans.

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There was a shrill scream which awoke the villagers, some noticing immediatly the sunlight which bristled though the forest, looking out their windows they saw the battle taking place on the hillside.

Gunshots were ripping through the circle that Salamis had formed with his men, shotguns blasted through the Harpies tearing them from the skies and incapacitating them momentarily, most of the gunshots were being focused on the advancing Vampyr army, 100 men at least, compared to Salamis' 20.

God would not surrender these people so easily and Salamis would not either, he grimaced as he glanced at Count Corvinus' forces, "Reformez la ligne!" Salamis shouted and in an instant the trained hunters were holding in a thick line facing down the Vampyrs, with the Harpies all but immobilised Salamis felt confident in the reformation of his retinue.

Two of the Damned carriages carrying Vampyrs bounced over a rocky outcropping and smashed onto the ground, the crew leapt out with their fearsome ability to float, the line ripped open with a hundred shots, the crossed bullets burning through the frail bodies of the Vampyrs and condeming them back to hell.

Salamis braced himself for the next line which ran into combat almost instantly after the carriages, the shotguns sang out once again, the fog caused by the first line hindered this second volley, and the slimming of ammunition by the Harpies and by the Carriages had caused many to switch to their pistols, Salamis himself was firing off shots into the fog of war hoping to hit the damned.

He was knocked flat on his arse by a vampyr who came floating through the line, Salamis regrouped and smacked the Vampyr across the jaw with his knuckle dusters, "De nouveau à l'enfer avec vous!" His pistol clacked on the prone target signifying the 6 empty chambers of the pistol, Salamis rolled towards a loose stick, it was not holy but still his swing across the Vampyrs head knocked the demon to the ground, Salamis took out his handcuffs and placed them onto the demon until he had a better weapon.

The fog had cleared somewhat and Salamis could see the retreating Vampyric army, he held an arm up shining light off a mirror in his hand, "Azanavour! Maintenant Azanavour!!!" Without a seconds notice the two cannons atop the hill burst into life launching a barrage of fire onto the land in front of the enemy army, realising doon from either side the demons fled into the caves and hills of Diblous.

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There it was, the cheer of the large crowd, even the Imperial Witch-hunter army could not believe the very size of the audience who had turned up from this small village, no doubt others from closeby villages had heard the news, but then even larger than the crowd was the participents of the even they were watching.

Strung up like the animals they were, Harpies, female foot-soldiers of the underworld, they were easy to capture, harder to kill, it seemed that only the cleansing fires of God or the waters blessed by the heavens would harm them, this was why Commander Salamis had order his men construct the 400 stakes which dotted the horizon, the forest had been stripped for this.

The Harpies were not the only spoils of the battle, the soldiers had managed to pin down 40 Vampyrs before the rest had fled back to the ancient caves and hellish citadels, including Count Corvinus who had led this army of the damned, they had been placed in a pen and forced to watch the death of their sisters.

Salamis raised a hand and the crowd silenced slowly, "Bon nombre d'entre vous avaient assumé Dieu pour avoir abandonné ces terres, puits ne considèrent pas plus ! Pour celui est les mots de ces démons fétides et je n'en entendrai aucune de lui ! Laissez lui soyez connu au monde que le congé de willl de diable cet endroit !" He spat on the muddy ground and thrust a lit torch from its stake before tossing it onto the pire closest, the fire spread as did the screams of the women, Salamis performed the cross upon himself and begged that god would judge these demons as they are.

(OOC: an Intro, please don't hurt me.)
Gopania
11-04-2007, 13:31
Salamis' job was done here, and to the victor went the spoils of war, the ancient treasures of Corvinus' castle would triple the pay of the Hunting party for this job, and more than compensate for the three lost in the fray, Salamis could finally order those fancy Ivory pistols he had been pining over for so long.

A hand grabbed Salamis' wrist, Salamis looked up expecting the devil himself, instead he found the soul-less eyes of Commander Livoure, "C'est pourquoi je vous dédaigne des chasseurs." He stated calmly with the intentions of pissing Salamis off, "Tandis que nous éclatons nos culs combattant les menaces plus grandes vous vous asseyez en arrière et observez les florins roulez dedans!" Salamis broke his wrist free and Livoure began to walk off angrilly glancing behind him.

"Est ce pourquoi les chasseurs ont plus de mises à mort que l'armée?" Salamis shouted after the Commander, it was barely important "Mineurs j'ai obtenu de nouveaux pistolets!" He mumbled to himself.

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The Emperor glanced at the many dynastical symbols adorned down the hallway, emblazoned with gold leaf and marble, it displayed every noble house inside of the Empire and those who had turned to the Damned, "Ici mon seigneur!" A notary was pointing at the walls, the Emperor walked over in the shuffled fashion of an 82 year old, "La dynastie de Corvinus, il est mort!" The Notary stated as he pointed out the multitude of stricken out lines.

The Emperor would have not felt any happiness were it not the first Vampyric line to have been extinguished in over a century, "Préparez mes armées." He coughed out, the end of vampyric line meant another would attempt to fill the void, the Gopan army needed to arrive soon in order to stop the power struggle.
Aztiluth
12-04-2007, 10:13
OOC: Seems interesting. A tag for now.
Gopania
12-04-2007, 18:54
"Craignez-vous le diable?"

"Je pas."

"Vous renoncez à diable sous toutes ses formes?"

"Je"

"Par la grace d'un dieu et du décret de l'empereur je vous annonce Capitaine Visquiex, chasseur de vampire."

"Merci." Captain Visquiex stood up from his knelt position and bowed at the Priests feet, he then turned and left the room, as he walked out the door two men walked in watching the rookie hunter leave.

One of the two men walked over to the Priest "La Rose de prêtre, l'empereur vous appelle en service." Rose knew what this about, he had his aide keep him informed of any lines extinguished.

"Quelle dynastie est-il?" The Priest asked as he poured out some wine.

"Corvinus."

"Quel chasseur était-il?"

"Salamis."

"Il sait?"

"Non."

The Priest rolled his eyes in shock, "Je serai présent." Rose shot back the half glass of wine and contemplated this hunters destiny.
Gopania
14-04-2007, 20:57
Dhampir thrust the lead plate armour onto his chest and pulled tight at the cords holding it to his back, he took the cross from around his neck and hid it under his plate armour, it made him reel in pain as the holy brass symbol hit his skin, breathing deeply to hide the agony he stood before the dullen cracked mirror and pulled various parts of his handed down haggard looking equipment.

His face was cracked and gaunt and his figure thin and malnourished, his teeth were un-naturally perfect and his hair thick and pure, "Igor, viennent!" Dhampir shouted through the worn and mouldy caverns of the ruined castle on the mountainside, his voice echoed around the various empty rooms which showed nothing but the glow of the moonlight.

"Je suis maître arrivé." A groaning voice behind Dhampir made him jump, a sort of corpse stood behind him, filled with stitches and missing several parts which had been replaced with mechanical instruments and body parts from other humans, at least 20 shades of hair were present on the balding creature, but none of this was what had shocked Dhampir, it was simply the sudden appearance of his life-servant.

Dhampir released the grasp upon his cross and turned back to the mirror to sort out his collar which had been displaced by his having jumped, "Comment vous faites cela, Igor?" Dhampir asked, it was almost the thousandth time he had asked and everytime he would get the same answer, but it didn't stop him from asking.

"C'est une compétence, maître." Dhampir turned about to look at the servant, Dhampir now carried a shield and sword with a crossbow slung over his back, "Vous semblez prêt à prendre la force de l'armée impériale, maître." Igor droned.

"Igor merci, mais ils ne sont pas ma cible prévue, les terres de Corvinus sont où je me prendrai ce soir, je combats pour la grace d'empires, pas pour ses ennemis, cette nuit, ont mon cheval Fedorax préparé." Dhampir had almost finished preparing but he had still some tasks to be done, placing a helm of dark black onto his thin skull and grabbing a dented tin goblet from his desk, he poured back the goblet which caused red liquid to pour down his chin, pigs blood, not as good as the humans but enough to subside his lust, he grabbed a suit of vials from the corner and strapped it onto his chest.