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It wouldn't be too farfetched to say that the end of the world already came and went, what with the dead rising and infecting the living one after another and that was just the beginning. Things that were thought to be nothing but stories and legend became real and all of it seemed to favor humans as their food source. The ones who died in the early days were the lucky ones, those of us left on the other hand not so much. We live in walled cities in fear of the horrors that lurk outside, crowded, dirty fearing the possibility of those walls crumbling letting the undead come right in, though it isn't like they didn't pop up within the confines of the city anyway. Anyone who died was likely to get right back up these days. The skies were dark with smog, the sun barely showing through, and the rain from those clouds had a tendency to be acid rather than water. Breathing that foul air was akin to inhaling toxic gas, and anyone that was still human wouldn't dare to step outdoors without a gas mask to keep themselves from destroying their lungs from the inside out. The world was poisoned, possibly even slowly rotting away and here we are left to try and survive. Two hundred years since it began and humanity still persists, even in the fact of bleak odds we continue. Even if this world cannot be fixed, we will continue to survive and fight back until we fall down dead and if we make a little progress for the next generation to build on, then just maybe the lives we live will end up being worth something.
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Blackwood Spire, the highest point in all of Arkham, placed at the dead center of the city, at it's top was a lavish estate that those on the ground could only barely dream of ever getting to see, let alone live in: Blackwood Manor. It's occupants were few, just those who maintained the estate, the servants and of course it's owner. A well dressed man stood on the balcony looking down at the city, his face obscured by the white and gold gas mask that kept him from breathing in the city's toxic air, his blonde hair draped over the front, and pushed out of the way of the eye lenses. Even this high up he knew the things that were happening in the city down below. How the dead seemed to be popping up en mass in random areas, how the surprise attacks never failed to take their share of victims, and how these undead had a hunger and resilience greater than that of the average animate. The time to begin acting was upon him. He had a plan to deal with this menace though. Some might believe the combat such a threat one would need an army or at least a deathwatch platoon, that was a laughable thought though, the logistics would be unwieldy, too many people too direct. No less was more,and it was a matter of quality over quantity. Less to pay, less time organizing and more time acting that was the way to do it.
"There." he said to the maid standing behind him,like him her face was obscured by a gas mask those hers was just plain and black. pointing downward. "My sources predict that will be where they will strike next." he explained. "See to it that they are properly tipped off, and be quick about it." she silently left with a nod and told the others of the staff of their task. There were five red envelopes prepared, each addressed to a certain individuals.
Victor Darville, Arkham's Firebringer, Irene Plover, the Succubus, Nathaniel Zedock, the silent huntsman, Duncan Lavosier, the mad doctor and Benjamin Williams the beast. The mixture volatile enough to be just what the city needed....
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There was a modest shack on the very edge of the Hangman's district. Not that large and fairly out of the way it was the kind of place you had to really be looking for to find, and the kind of place you walked away from if you did happen to see it. At the very edge of the property were several signs bearing messages like "Buzz Off" and "I have no problem shooting trespassers" and that was only the beginning, the yard was littered with traps, many hidden and some displayed blatantly in order to scare off potential intruders. Unfortunately for once of Blackwood's butlers this was the home of one of those he intended to hire. With a gulp he stepped closer to the shack, and was stopped dead in his tracks by the sound of a cocked gun. A rifle was pointed right at him from one of the windows.
"You have thirty seconds to tell me why I shouldn't pull the trigger!" a belligerent voice from the other side of the gun shouted.
A chill ran down the butler's spine as he saw the barrel of a gun aim at him, and he quickly raised up his hands in surrender, the red envelope in his right hand. "It's a-about a j-job s-sir." he said nervously.
"Why the hell didn't you say so?! Gimme a sec I'll be right there." the voice shouted sounding considerably friendlier now. A tall man stepped out of the front door, his face obscured by a grey gas mask as he approached. He was a tall guy, roughly 6'2, wearing a long coat which waved a little in the slight breeze along with his hair,bits of armor showing through his somewhat ripped and torn clothes. On his back were two holsters, each holding a different gun, one of which had been recently pointed at the man who walked a little too close to his property. Attached to his belt were two other weapons, a cutlass and a stun prod, and concealed within one of the inner coat pockets was a pistol. He moved carefully through the yard, being very precise with his movements to avoid triggering the traps. "Alright what do you have?" he asked
The butler handed over the envelop his hands shaking the whole time. "M-my employer said that y-you may be interested in this opportunity." he explained the "The information is all there I'll just leave you too it.." the butler was quick to take off, just in case something set this guy off. He hard heard about Victor before, he heard about the kind of damage he had done and what he could do, he didn't want to be around that anymore than he had to.
Victor chuckled a little as Blackwood's butler took off. "Well might as well see what the job offer is." he said to himself before opening the envelope with his cutlass before beginning to read it.
Victor shoved the letter into his pocket and took out his pocket watch to check the time. "Plenty of time, nothing wrong with getting a move on early though. Early bird catches the worm." he said to himself before he locked his door and headed off opportunity was waiting for him.
((And here we go, finally starting. For the people mentioned in the post getting letters I recommend having your character receive theirs in your post. The message is tailored to each individual so make it something relevant to the calling and character. As for our mourner and detective well the detective can be conducting their own investigation, and a for the mourner the animates are predicted to appear in the nicer part of town.))
It wouldn't be too farfetched to say that the end of the world already came and went, what with the dead rising and infecting the living one after another and that was just the beginning. Things that were thought to be nothing but stories and legend became real and all of it seemed to favor humans as their food source. The ones who died in the early days were the lucky ones, those of us left on the other hand not so much. We live in walled cities in fear of the horrors that lurk outside, crowded, dirty fearing the possibility of those walls crumbling letting the undead come right in, though it isn't like they didn't pop up within the confines of the city anyway. Anyone who died was likely to get right back up these days. The skies were dark with smog, the sun barely showing through, and the rain from those clouds had a tendency to be acid rather than water. Breathing that foul air was akin to inhaling toxic gas, and anyone that was still human wouldn't dare to step outdoors without a gas mask to keep themselves from destroying their lungs from the inside out. The world was poisoned, possibly even slowly rotting away and here we are left to try and survive. Two hundred years since it began and humanity still persists, even in the fact of bleak odds we continue. Even if this world cannot be fixed, we will continue to survive and fight back until we fall down dead and if we make a little progress for the next generation to build on, then just maybe the lives we live will end up being worth something.
-----------
Blackwood Spire, the highest point in all of Arkham, placed at the dead center of the city, at it's top was a lavish estate that those on the ground could only barely dream of ever getting to see, let alone live in: Blackwood Manor. It's occupants were few, just those who maintained the estate, the servants and of course it's owner. A well dressed man stood on the balcony looking down at the city, his face obscured by the white and gold gas mask that kept him from breathing in the city's toxic air, his blonde hair draped over the front, and pushed out of the way of the eye lenses. Even this high up he knew the things that were happening in the city down below. How the dead seemed to be popping up en mass in random areas, how the surprise attacks never failed to take their share of victims, and how these undead had a hunger and resilience greater than that of the average animate. The time to begin acting was upon him. He had a plan to deal with this menace though. Some might believe the combat such a threat one would need an army or at least a deathwatch platoon, that was a laughable thought though, the logistics would be unwieldy, too many people too direct. No less was more,and it was a matter of quality over quantity. Less to pay, less time organizing and more time acting that was the way to do it.
"There." he said to the maid standing behind him,like him her face was obscured by a gas mask those hers was just plain and black. pointing downward. "My sources predict that will be where they will strike next." he explained. "See to it that they are properly tipped off, and be quick about it." she silently left with a nod and told the others of the staff of their task. There were five red envelopes prepared, each addressed to a certain individuals.
Victor Darville, Arkham's Firebringer, Irene Plover, the Succubus, Nathaniel Zedock, the silent huntsman, Duncan Lavosier, the mad doctor and Benjamin Williams the beast. The mixture volatile enough to be just what the city needed....
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There was a modest shack on the very edge of the Hangman's district. Not that large and fairly out of the way it was the kind of place you had to really be looking for to find, and the kind of place you walked away from if you did happen to see it. At the very edge of the property were several signs bearing messages like "Buzz Off" and "I have no problem shooting trespassers" and that was only the beginning, the yard was littered with traps, many hidden and some displayed blatantly in order to scare off potential intruders. Unfortunately for once of Blackwood's butlers this was the home of one of those he intended to hire. With a gulp he stepped closer to the shack, and was stopped dead in his tracks by the sound of a cocked gun. A rifle was pointed right at him from one of the windows.
"You have thirty seconds to tell me why I shouldn't pull the trigger!" a belligerent voice from the other side of the gun shouted.
A chill ran down the butler's spine as he saw the barrel of a gun aim at him, and he quickly raised up his hands in surrender, the red envelope in his right hand. "It's a-about a j-job s-sir." he said nervously.
"Why the hell didn't you say so?! Gimme a sec I'll be right there." the voice shouted sounding considerably friendlier now. A tall man stepped out of the front door, his face obscured by a grey gas mask as he approached. He was a tall guy, roughly 6'2, wearing a long coat which waved a little in the slight breeze along with his hair,bits of armor showing through his somewhat ripped and torn clothes. On his back were two holsters, each holding a different gun, one of which had been recently pointed at the man who walked a little too close to his property. Attached to his belt were two other weapons, a cutlass and a stun prod, and concealed within one of the inner coat pockets was a pistol. He moved carefully through the yard, being very precise with his movements to avoid triggering the traps. "Alright what do you have?" he asked
The butler handed over the envelop his hands shaking the whole time. "M-my employer said that y-you may be interested in this opportunity." he explained the "The information is all there I'll just leave you too it.." the butler was quick to take off, just in case something set this guy off. He hard heard about Victor before, he heard about the kind of damage he had done and what he could do, he didn't want to be around that anymore than he had to.
Victor chuckled a little as Blackwood's butler took off. "Well might as well see what the job offer is." he said to himself before opening the envelope with his cutlass before beginning to read it.
Victor shoved the letter into his pocket and took out his pocket watch to check the time. "Plenty of time, nothing wrong with getting a move on early though. Early bird catches the worm." he said to himself before he locked his door and headed off opportunity was waiting for him.
((And here we go, finally starting. For the people mentioned in the post getting letters I recommend having your character receive theirs in your post. The message is tailored to each individual so make it something relevant to the calling and character. As for our mourner and detective well the detective can be conducting their own investigation, and a for the mourner the animates are predicted to appear in the nicer part of town.))
