forest of the dread

Pretty much in this Rp demon hunters are like guns for hire the forest is know to be a dark and unforgiving place and being the only way to bring supply's through from different lands demon hunters are usually paid to escort merchants or take down demons depending on the job Jakku has been hire to repel the demons further into the forest and that where the story begins


Name: Jakku ritzi
Age: 18
Height: 6'1
occupation: demon hunter
Magic type: Air type magic, equip spells & fire type magic
Weapons: depends on the mission but usually a Element bow , two long curved bladed daggers & and six hidden throwing types .

as he looked at the dreaded beast in front of him he knew it was close to the end for one of them shall vanish from this world his magical essence was at a dangerous low his bow had timed out and his throwing knives exhausted all that were left was his trusty daggers. "Damm shouldn't of let this happen I had to let my dam pride get in the way well I may as well get this over and done with". with one last effort he raised his dagger and put the last of his magic essence into the bladed, fire and air seemed to dance around him as he charged towards the demon . the demon swiped form the left then from the right but Jakku dodge both strikes he was nearing the beast when he slid under it stomach and hit its weakest point as the demon faded to dust Jakku smiled as he descended into sleep

 

OOT: So, like. what is this rp about?

 

OOT: It's a dangerous rump through a forbidden forest that is haunted by a mystical creature that stalks pray in the night.

At least that what I'm thinking
Actually I could use practice in that kind of writing.

 

Yer pretty much in this Rp demon hunters are like guns for hire the forest is know to be a dark and unforgiving place and being the only way to bring supply's through from different lands demon hunters are usually paid to escort merchants or take down demons depending on the job Jakku has been hire to repel the demons further into the forest and that where the story begins

 

OOT: I'll write up a summary December 1st to 5th. It's my week off. Thank the lord.

 

OOT: your RP Hasn't been forgotten I am waiting for someone to give me their heads up they're joining with me

 

oh cool I was starting to worry

 

Name:Laura Grimes
Age: 21
Occupation: Shrine Maiden
Magic: Magical Scrolls
Weapon: Magical Staff powered by scrolls

More to follow

 

Name: Dalton Kazansky
Age: 29
Occupation: Merchant (former Demon Hunter)
Magic: Void Magic (powerful, but many spells have a slow casting time)
Weapon: Magic-infused Knife

Dalton walked up to the now unconscious Jakku, a slight smile on his face as he watched the last remnants of the demon fade into dust.
"Not bad, kid. But you definitely need to work on your endurance if you're gonna pass out from a little skirmish like that."
He muttered under his breath, knowing the young Demon Hunter couldn't hear him anyhow.
"I mean, come on. I hired you to get us all the way to the city and here you are sleeping on the job. Man, they just don't train 'em like they used to."
He chuckled as he motioned for a few of the members in his caravan to come over. He turned to them and spoke up.
"Get him in the cart and let's keep moving. Let me know when he wakes up, alright?"

 

Name: Nephilim (Neph for short)
Age: 21
Occupation: Demon Hunter
Magic: Vector control, Trajectory & Precision detection, Demonic Infusion (can use some traits of the beast.)
Weapons: Crossbow, Handcannon (a hand musket, these things did exist.), a cutlass, A dagger, and A long bow.

Nephilim woke up in a pitch black room. he was aware he was awake however he couldn't see anything. "Where am I?!" He said to the wind. Though no one heard, he tried to move, however he quickly realized he was chained to something, it was apparent as the chains tensed up and made a noise. "How'd I end up in this position, again?" Footsteps could be heard in the distance, They were heavy, and clanked. It is as though they were wearing metal boots, Perhaps the jail keeper or a guard. The light of a torch entered the dungeon. That is when the Guard noticed Nephilim was awake.

Nephilim remained silent, his eyes traced the guard, he could see his every movement, as could the guard. They noticed each other and never broke contact for moments. Nephilim finally raised his voice. "What is to become of me?" The guard replied "Public Hanging, a traitor shouldn't get the chance to live." Neph, came to his senses as to what is going on, "I'm a mercanary I swear no allegiance." The guard responded again. "Then you're no worse than a stray mutt. Die already."

After that the guard left and with not much to do Nephilim fell back asleep, 3 days had passed with minimal food and water. When suddenly, A troop of men gathered around Neph to gather him for his execution. They got the shackles lower and restricted his movement, "Let's go you man swine." The guard kicked Nephilim to which he fell, and then they picked him back up. The guards surrounded him preventing escape, they even put a cowl that restricted his use of magic around him. Upon getting out of the dungeon, the sunlight blasted Neph in the eyes. Blinding him for a moment he closed his eye. Yes eye. A seasoned hunter in every respect, he has lost a great deal.

As the guards paraded him around town, a massive crowd gathered in excitement, finally a hanging, or so it seemed the crowds reaction was that. The guards having the chance to humiliate Nephilim they didn't, they allowed him to die with some honor. They finally got to the stage, 4 ropes were lined up, along with 4 other prisoners. They escorted Nephilim to his station and prepared to gather the town folks, The priest was already on call. They just wait for the king and the sheriff to give a speech.

Nephilim stood fearless and motionless, completely accepting his fate, if he were to meet his demise it would matter little to him, if he were to survive, it would be an entire town of casualties. Business is business, and bodies are bodies.

 

wakes up a short time after being put into then cart and looks around feeling groggy and looks over to one of the travellers * how long have I been out feels like a week.

 

The traveler, one of Dalton's hired hands, couldn't help laughing a little when the Demon Hunter finally woke up.
"Well, I'd say you got a pretty good night's sleep. Remember how you were fighting that demon sometime after sundown? We made it to the city and in case you haven't noticed, it's the middle of the day."
Just then, something came back to him.
"Oh, yeah. The boss wants to see you, he's in the courtyard right now. Said it's urgent. I'm sure it's got something to do with that execution going on today...who knows what he's up to this time." He paused for a moment and snapped his fingers. "Riiight, you wouldn't have heard about that. They're hanging some people today. That's about all there is to it."
With that, he got up out of his chair and made his way towards the door, motioning for Jakku to follow.

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Dalton kept a watchful eye on the events unfolding before him, stroking his facial stubble as his mind wandered from one possibility to another. He happened to notice that one of the men about to be executed was something of an important figure in certain circles. Nephilim. He'd heard that name before, though whether it was the man's real name or an alias, he couldn't say. In fact, all he did know was that this Nephilim, whoever he really was, had garnered a reputation for being very skilled at his "trade," so to speak. He wasn't what you'd call famous-- at least from what Dalton could tell-- but he's pretty good and he could certainly be handy to have around. That was the foremost thought going through his mind as he considered how he could get this man out of his current "predicament" and ideally, into his debt.

Just as his plan was starting to come together, he noticed Jakku coming from some distance away and turned to face him. He signaled for Jakku to come closer and when he did, took him aside and spoke quietly so only he could hear.
"Do you see the prisoner all the way on the right?"
He glanced back towards Nephilim.
"I've decided to recruit him. I have a plan, but I want you nearby as a backup plan if things don't work out. There's a nice bonus in it for you if you have to help me cut him loose. What do you say?"

 

sound like a plan how big of a bonus are talking and what's your plan for the prisoner I thought you were goanna kill him

 

Laura finished her prayer and rose to her feet. Outside Yutra Priory was a large graveyard for the deceased.
The recently deceased.

My sisters, please forgive me. I was weak and unable to help you when you needed me most.

Laura was exploring the forests against the sisters wishes when the priory was attacked. Evidence of some kind of struggle took place but the assailant was no where to be found. There was a beast that lurked the forest and the priory was located nearby.
Was it the monster? But these marks of battle, why are their discarded arrow bolts here?

It was very confusing, the sisters of Yutra Priory didn't rely on such weapons.
If only I didn't follow that obvious lie about the demon beast cave!
A con man was telling his stories during his brief stay at the priory a week before. About how he found a hidden cave that was used by the demon beast. Laura was intrigued at the promise of the riches he saw.
How shameful, I believed a foolish man and his tall tales. He was only saying those things to impress us. To impress me.
The man was a bit too focus on telling his stories to Laura. Sister Rita, the oldest of the group saw through the ruse and tried to warn her but she didn't listen.

And a few days later after I left the priory on my own he jumps me on the road. A con man who thought he could take advantage of a nieve sister out in these woods. Big surprise for him when he saw that I'm no ordinary nun.
She killed him not out of malice but of duty. It seemed unlikely that he was working with others.

Laura placed her staff on the stone pedestal of Rita's grave.
Sister, I'm going to borrow your stuff. Take my staff as a reminder that I have not forgotten you. I will find out what happened to you, I swear it.

Laura picked up the fallen sisters equipment, it was foolish to be jealous that they got the best gear. The best gear didn't save them.
First I'll go to town, maybe someone knows what happened here.

 

Name: Aureal Voiporol
Age: 20
Misc: Female Red Panda-kin. Good at climbing trees.
Occupation: Daemon Slayer
Weapons: a revolving arquebus (The successor of Jenny's hand cannon) crafted by the Artificer Hanvul of the Black Oak Triad. The receivers were modified with alchemic equations to fire magic bolts instead of regular ammunition. They can be swapped out to fire different elemental shot and have a magazine limited only by the user's Mana Spring.

Aureal opened her eyes and looked out upon the unfamiliar room. The warmth of the bed held her for a few moments, beckoning her back into the depths of sleep. With a neutral sigh she got up and stood naked in the center of the room. Her hook gun sat propped in the corner and her road clothes hung from the post by the door. She would normally never sleep in such a vulnerable state however the building she was in was owned and guarded by the Guild; making it practically home to her.

The room itself was spartan with only the few necessities a traveler would need. However each furnishing was lavish and fit quite well with her station. Having your father as Guildmaster wasn't a bad thing. Of course it also meant that wherever she went the entire guild was watching. Everything she did, every task she completed, it all had to be top notch or face embarrassment. Both for her family and herself. Her life had been luxurious but it had also been hard in its own way. Though anyone at the bottom of the social order would be quick to disagree with her sentiment.

As she stepped to the water basin and began to clean her body with the cooling water, she made note of every scar that partially shown through her red and black body hair. Each bump on her skin represented a fearsome enemy put down. Some wounds had been more severe than others. A few of them would have been fatal if she hadn't been with a Band at the time. Her first ever hunt could have easily been her last as the demon thrust its huge sword into her stomach. The wound had been deep but the Guild healers were experts at their craft. Though much of the damage was extensive she was alive and functional. The white scar on her abdomen wasn't ugly, at least she never thought of it so.

Drying herself she dressed in her leather armor and draped the blood red cloak over her shoulders. Pulling up the hood she took the magical firearm in both hands and checked on the receiver. The alchemy runes were colored red, showing that this one was enchanted to fire flaming projectiles. Snapping it back into place she slung the weapon on her back and took the bamboo parasol from the rack on the wall.

"Good morning, Mistress," said the young attendant waiting for Aureal outside her chambers.
"Good morning, Zorea," she replied to the woman. "What do you have for me?"
"Well," the girl dug around in her guild robe and finally produced a scroll, which she handed to Aureal.

The seal on the scroll matched the tattoo on the back of Aureal's right hand. A mighty oak tree stood in the center, branches stripped of leaves and surrounded by a triangle. Each side of the triangle represented one of the three chapters of the Black Oak Guild. The left line depicted the Dryad, the hunters who lived their lives in the forests. The right line belonged to the Triad, the artificers and thaumaturges of the Guild. And finally there was the Oros, the messengers, scouts and merchants who filled the Guild's coffers each day.

Her father had brought the warring clans together back in their home country and founded the Guild. When he died she would take over. And then she'd have to worry about the hundreds of lives the Guild commanded. As she broke the seal and began reading her expression turned grim.

"My father has taken ill," she said with worry.
"Will you be returning home then, Mistress?"
"No... I will remain here. I must claim my bounty or my father will not want me at his bedside."

Handing the scroll back to the girl, Aureal made her way out of the chapter house and into the town. She passed merchants caring for their animals and showing their wares to any passers by. The streets seemed more deserted than normal and Aureal followed the few she spied all scurrying in the same direction. Their destination turned out to be the courtyard for the local garrison. The gallows could be seen standing higher than the sea of heads standing between her and the condemned.

As she watched a high priest ascended the stairs and began giving the Last Rites to the group about to be hanged. It was a touching but half hearted attempt at piety to inspire the criminals to try better in their next lives and forego eons of suffering in the Marshes of Anu.

Thought of the death god brought images of his cultists to her mind. People who actually enjoyed having pestilence among them and maggots writhing in their innards. To feel joy at such things... Aureal felt herself shivering in disgust at the very thought. Her mind turned to studying the faces as one by one bags were fitted over their heads by the executioner and forced to the edge.
What heinous things have these people committed to deserve such a death?

Though such deaths were unworthy, Aureal refused to turn away from the display. Showing weakness was unforgivable, even if no one was watching. As the sound of snapping necks drifted across the courtyard, she unconsciously traced the symbol on the back of her hand.

 

Jakku listens closely as his employer explains his plan* I see the prisoner belongs to the cult the brother hood of the dammed you want me to infiltrate the brother hood and see if the demons attacks have anything to do with their rituals , hmm it seem to be easy enough though we will have find a way to keep his mouth shut and I will have to go over it with master Voiporol that's if he hasn't fallen ill but I see no reason why I cant

 

"Right...something like that. Now stop rambling and get in position, would you?"
Dalton motioned behind the execution area.
"And don't get any funny ideas about jumping into the fray before I try to do things the civilized way. If it doesn't work, I'll flip a coin into the air and walk away. That's the signal. Now, get moving."
With that, he made his way through the crowd-- somewhat forcefully at times-- and walked up to the sheriff who was presiding over the execution.
"Hey, hold it! Who said you could execute one of my men without even consulting me?! This is an outrage! There must be some kind of misunderstanding here! Whatever crime you think he committed, I'm telling you right now that the only thing he's guilty of is owing me money."
He then pulled aside the sheriff and whispered to him with his back turned towards the audience.
"See the one all the way on the right? 100 gold right here and now, and you let him out into my custody. Deal?"

 

The sheriff looked at Dalton in extreme confusion, even more so when he asked to release the alleged traitor. "Are you mad?! Sod off! 100 gold for that traitor?! He deserves a death of even less value than this. Get lost!" The sheriff pushed daltons hand off of him, the priest just got to the town center, and walked up the stairs; now all that was left was the mayor, this was a huge deal for the town as they would finally put down someone as ruthless as Nephilim.

However, Nephilim overhearing daltons interest in him made him raise his head, he looked towards Dalton only to see how ugly his face actually was. It was blemished pretty well, it had indents to show a hard life, His Left eye was missing and had claw marks from a beast, it was around 4 deep cuts that healed. However he managed to see fine from the one eye, though he had a huge blind spot. His hair covered most of his left eye, but at the moment it wasn't. Turning his head, he noticed Jakku was moving into a tactical position. Looking back towards Dalton he grinned, lifting his hands he threw them as far as they could before the chain pulled back. Showing he had enough room to act if he needed too.

Under his breath he whispered "there will be blood... I just hope these guys have the stomach for what will unfold."