Chapter 4: Beacon of Stone
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At the explosion of wood and blood, Gerrard, slipping his hand into his jacket simply says, "Well... being right all the time IS a burden."
I am the voice of Never Never Land, the innocence of every man, I am the empty crib of Peter Pan. A silent kite against the blue, blue sky, every chimney every moonlit sight. I am the story that will read you real, every memory that you hold dear...
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She begins chanting and concentrating on what the outside area of the doors looks like. She must be very precise on this in order to spare Jonathon a lot of hurt.
We will find this f-ing troll, and kill it's f-ing ass.
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Tom didn't survive long enough to make Ghoul by dashing head-first into combat. He looks around for something sharp - barring that, the arm of the pew will serve just fine. With that in his off-hand and the cufflinks between his fingers, he waits for whatever makes it far enough to get knocked around.
Witching's all well and good, Tommy, but the Master didn't take you for your cunning.
Witching's all well and good, Tommy, but the Master didn't take you for your cunning.
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...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
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The lanky, dark man reaches into his jacket nd pulls for an engraved pistol. Finely made and well balanced. "I knew this would come in handy..." He takes a few steps forward and levels the gun at teh door, where the arms and ghoul are. "For the love of all that's unholy, man! Will you get out of the way...." Gerrard waits, holding his action to fire until his shot is clear...
I am the voice of Never Never Land, the innocence of every man, I am the empty crib of Peter Pan. A silent kite against the blue, blue sky, every chimney every moonlit sight. I am the story that will read you real, every memory that you hold dear...
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*** Amending Actions per GM***
Calliopea pulls the small pistol from her bag. She moves closer to the door to improve her accuracy- as she is a decent shot but only from about 30 ft. I must learn to shoot at greater distances... she thinks as she does not really wish to be any closer to the werewolf than she needs to be.
Calliopea pulls the small pistol from her bag. She moves closer to the door to improve her accuracy- as she is a decent shot but only from about 30 ft. I must learn to shoot at greater distances... she thinks as she does not really wish to be any closer to the werewolf than she needs to be.
We will find this f-ing troll, and kill it's f-ing ass.
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Tommy is on the move the pews leg in his hand. He blocks Gerard for the briefest of seconds. While trying to find an opportunity to strike out at the beast.
Gerard now stands ready. A beautifully ornate .44 five shot revolver in his hand. He pulls the hammer back with a stiff *click*. "Will you get out of the way...", he hollars at Sampson's man. He almost savors the chaos of battle and is waiting to pull the trigger. Just to see where the shot will take the madness.
Andrea kneeling before the bishop...
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
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Andrea stands from his positon, angry that these beasts have violated a house of God. "A church is sanctuary!" he yells at the beasts, and moves towards the broken pew, to pick a piece of wood for himself, sorry as he is for using a pew as a weapon. "I wish I had brought my rifle," he says to himself in English.
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"The Lord Protect us and keep us safe from this attack! Grant your loyal kindred the tools with which to fight these beasts." Otis takes up a crucifix off the alter and slices open his forearm. Blood begins to flow from the wound, rolling out under the force of gravity, his still heart not pumping. As the blood flows from his wound he raises the cross into the air and recites some ancient Aramaic speach, a prayer from the time of Longuist. As he prays the flowing blood congeals mid stream and never reaches the floor it begins to form into long scourge, a two lash whip. Taking up the scourge in his blood covered hand Otis steps from behind the pulpet, "Beasts of the Devil! You have chosen the wrong sactuary to attack!" He cracks the whip made of pure blood and steps forward moving toward the fight at the front of *HIS* church.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...