Revelation: Apocalypse

In the beginning, God created Heaven and Earth...

Gabriel ran through the brush, the trees reaching their arms out to block his path and cut his body. All around him that was once unmoving was filled with life, and even worse, bitterness, and hatred. The rocks hurled themselves at him, the grass grew rough and slick to trip him. He knew he must escape, but beating the powers of evil isn't an easy matter, he new that. He looked around, for some way to escape. This took his mind off the ground, however, and he quickly tripped on a tree who had reached its roots out to fall him. He fell to the ground, hitting his head on a rock that had just shifted to the right place at the wrong time. He was out cold as soon as he hit.

But the Earth grew rotten, sin escaped and made the Earth bitter...

The year is 2096. This may seem like a distant time in the future, but it is nothing of the sort. Wars have raged, destroying much of what we know the earth to be now. The battles that raged left technology as a mere thing of the past. The planet has been hurtled into the past in a sense; no more guns or firearms, just swords and bows, and other medieval weapons. The onset described in the book of Revelations has began. A third of the water has turned to blood, a third of all cities have fallen. The grasp of evil has never been stronger, and seems unstoppable. The Beast has began his ascent from the bottomless pit, and if all goes well, will arrive in due time for the unfortunate citizens of the ruined planet. His foothold on the planet will be invincible, for he will hold power almost as strong as the Lord's. But will history be rewritten? Can evil itself be stopped?

Questing to end the terror, a young man named Gabriel saddled himself up and left home, ready to work with the hands of light and relinquish the forces of the Beast before he even arrives. Little did he know that even with the aid of the Holy Spirit, his journey will be too much for him alone. Bearing the name of the messenger of God, he will soon find that his place in history is set, and he will be joined in his quest by some unlikely friends and allies. But even then, can the end of times be stopped, or even postponed?

Hell almighty will arrive on Earth.

Gabriel awoke, strings of pain jolting through every minuscule fiber of his body. He opened his dazed blue eyes and looked around wearily, curious of how he was still alive. He was in a shabby old house and all was quiet. Dead quiet. He continued looking around to keep himself occupied and cope with the cold, creeping feel of the home.
His bed was made of hard straw, the floor was mere dirt. The walls were old and riddled with small holes, allowing insects and rats to sneak their way in. It was dark outside, midnight air rushed into the small room, leaving Gabriel shivering, even under the amass of old, dirty quilts stacked onto him.
?Hello?? he called out, and immediately, footsteps were heard in the hall. Gabriel brushed his brown hair from his eyes in anticipation to who his rescuer, or captor, may be. A man, adorned with a red cloak, appeared at the door, his silver eyes penetrating through his silky black hair.
?Hello, Gabriel. My name is Lucifer;? the dark man uttered, a slight British tone giving him a sense of royalty, ?welcome to my home.?

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Rules:
1.If you have magic, you must have some sort of object endowed with the Holy Spirit to use it. You can't just spontaneously be able to use magic with no reason.
2.No being on the Beast's side. This would just mess things up too much.
3.No spamming, flaming, etc.


My characters:

Name: Gabriel
Age: 20
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165 lbs
Weapons: A simple, nameless blade. It's simply a run-of-the mill sword, there's nothing that distinctive about it.
Magic: Using a pendant he was given by his grandfather, he is able to manipulate the elements of ice and fire. However, depending on the situation and Gabriel's emotions, the strength of the two powers differs.
Skills: He has more power then his posture and size lets on. What he lacks in sheer brute force, however, he makes up with stamina and speed he has developed from his family's nomadic and adventurous ways. One of his most notable abilities is his ability to jump very far and very high, clearing several meters both in the air and on the ground with a single jump, making it easier for him to jump to higher ground to hide or perform stealthy operations.
Appearance: With his shaggy brown hair covering it and his crisp blue eyes illuminating it, his face is usually filled with an air of determination. He wears a black button-up shirt underneath an off-white jacket he always keeps unzipped, the sleeves of both only reaching to his mid-forearms. He has a normal pair of black trousers and a pair of old, tattered boots upon his feet. His wrists are adorned with bracelets and bands symbolizing different things he stands for or fights for. He has a loop secured on his pants to hang the sheath of his sword for when he's not battling.
Personality: Calm, cool, and all around determined. His view of the world is somewhat intellectual, he enjoys watching nature and the serenity of the Earth. He can be somewhat immature at times, especially when he fails at goals he sets for himself, but he is usually very stable-minded.
History: Born in a village near what is today New York. He was born into a wealthy family, but that wealth was mostly put into the adventures his family would always take. They were in a different area each week, and due to this, Gabriel was schooled on the run. Finally, at age 12, he refused to go to school due to losing so many friends. Due to this, his father introduced him to swordsmanship, so he'd at least have some skill. He learned both how to wield and make swords. After he quickly mastered the art of the sword, his grandfather took him under his wing, awarding him with his prized pendant and tutoring Gabriel in the arts of magic while also reading parts of the Scripture to him. After his grandfather's death, the events listed in the book of Revelations began appearing, and due to his tutoring, he knew now was the time to take a stand.

Name: Lucifer
Age: 25
Height: 6'2
Weight: 177 lbs
Weapons: A black partisan endowed with a small emerald on the shaft, allowing him to manipulate the forces of nature and move mountains, literally. Its reach, combined with the length of his arms, is about twelve feet. The emerald was said to be worn by on of Christ's prophets.
Magic: The ability to control the forces of nature and move earth. Among his abilities, he can control the weather to an extent, kill or revive plants, revive wildlife, and shift the tiniest of pebbles to very large mountains.
Skills: Relies on his wit and speed rather than power or force. He is very good at setting and executing traps and is also an accomplished actor and liar, and has the ability to lure foes into a false sense of security.
Appearance: All around, he looks like he should be on the side of evil due to his attire and cold-looking persona. He wears a black vest under a long, red trench coat he wears in the style of a cloak. On his black vest, there are several leather straps crossing here and there, securing several items he may need to their hiding places. He has long, smooth black hair that runs down to his shoulders, some bangs hanging loosely in front of his sharp face, covering most of his penetrating silver eyes. He wears a pair of black jeans tucked into a pair of black combat boots, which have knives strapped to the heels in case of emergency.
Personality: Usually keeps quiet unless he has something he absolutely needs to say. He cares little for what others think about him and usually follows his own path and what he thinks is best.
History: Born and abandoned in an alleyway at birth, he was soon found by a worker in an orphanage and raised without parents. He was always bullied because he was one of the youngest, smallest kids in the orphanage, and because his silver eyes held no color. Due to his rough upbringing, he has hardened himself in a mental shell, allowing his mind to not care about others actions or what they think, and has caused him to be, for lack of a better word, slightly egotistical. He ran away in his late teens and entered a martial arts dojo, learning kenpo karate and other forms of mixed martial arts, including pole arm training. The members of the academy soon became his second family, but this time, he was treated as an equal, sometimes even a better due to his high martial arts ability. He once again had to leave after his dojo was wiped from the earth due to a nuclear strike, but somehow, he survived. When he emerged from the rubble, a partisan was embedded tip-first into the earth, and he was drawn to take it. He soon learned of its power, and regularly uses it to do good for himself and sometimes, even others.

Name: Zerick

Age: 19

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 150

Weapons: He carries a bow and arrow that his dad gave to him the day before the Apocalypse. The bow is made out of red oak, and is very durable. His dad said that the wood on the bow can not be cut no matter how strong a person or weapon may be. And the same goes for the arrows.

Magic: He has no magic but a bracelet that his mom gave him gives him more skills (if that?s what you would consider magic).

Skills: He is greatly skilled when using bows and arrows. But when wearing the bracelet his mom gave him on his right arm, he is a better accurate shooter with his bow and arrows. And if, while wearing the bracelet, he cuts one of his arms, no matter how big, his eyes focus in on objects farther away and the figure or figures would seem like they would be two feet to a yard away than that of a normal eye view.

Appearance: He wears black pants with a black and metal belt that hangs loosely around the pants. He wears sneakers, with low cut socks underneath. He also wears a loose black jacket and a white shirt underneath. His hair is black and it is slightly spiked all over his head; his hair is short though. He has dark eyes, and both his arms have a few healing cuts on them. His bracelet is black also and it hangs loosely on his arm. He hardly takes the bracelet off. The bracelet and the bow is the only thing that?s left to remind him of his parents. He wears a quiver on his back, for which he stores his bow and arrows.

Personality: He may seem like he might keep to himself a lot, but he is only open to friends. He sometimes gets lost in his thoughts, but is quick to respond if being addressed to him. He can get mad easily, if he?s ticked off about something, or if someone just does something that would get them on his bad side

History: Before the end of the world, Zerick always wished that everyone would go away. He always thought that no one would understand him, besides his friends. The only one he did like, that was an adult, was his mother who died of an ill-fated disease. Before she died, she gave Zerick a bracelet and said it would remind him of her everyday. Then when his mother died his life was crushed, and he only had support from his friends. The day before the Apocalypse his dad gave him a bow and arrow, and his father said that it was a weapon that was passed down from generation to generation in their family, and he said it was now Zerick's turn to have it. If he was ever asked if he believed in the bible and the Revelation, he would either say, ?if it happens, it happens? or ?if God is the creator of the world, and everyone is in the image of him, then why is it that there are bad people in the world??


((How's it now?))

« Last edited by shadowoblivion on Mar 4th 2008 »

Start where you want, whenever we decide to start. Be creative, you're not always handed a starting point.

Your bio needs moar description and to be scanned through a spellchecker.

Name: Baron

Age: 14

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 120 lbs

Weapons: A blade forged from heavens light, named Zeus's Alternate. It's a light average sized sword, it has a lighting bolt engraved on one of its seemingly unused sides. It is used for mainly quick, full powered attacks. The sword can also shrink on its weilders command allowing it to be stored easily around the wrist or neck, on a chain.

Magic: Using his sword, stolen from his father, he is able to bend the element of lighting to his will. Although, Baron can only use his magical abilities if the sword is in his possesion, made easier by the swords ability to shrink. He also carries thowing knifes.

Skills: Baron does not have encredible upper body strenght, but he claims to be the fastest boy in the world. To make up for his lack of upper body strenght besides being fast, he has a great amount of stamina and leg stenght. His running is great for running away and getting form an important point A, to an important point B quickly, amkign him an important ally to have.

Appearance: He has spikey blonde hair, that allows his iluminating blue eyes to be seen clearly. His face is unblemished, except for a scar under his left eye, which is covered by a piece of thin white tape. He has a longsleved black tee-shirt, which is worn over top of a plain wife beater. He also has a pair of somewhat short, shorts. He has a black sheath for his sword swung across his back. He also has a knife strap succured to his lower thigh, for storage of his knives. He has plain black tenis shoes, which he is always seen wearing.

Personality: Energenic and comical. He enjoys listening to the rain, showing that he also has a softer, calmer side. Although still young he pretends to be mature in most cases, but when he doesnt get his way he acts like a three years old. He is poliet and demandes the same from others. During battle he fights possesed, as if God was using him as a puppet.

History: Born in a small village near present days Pittsburgh, he was born into a middle class family. He was lazy and only liked to rough house with his brothers. Baron stole his familys prized item one day, Zues's Alternate. He has already been trained in swordsmanship, and wanted to take the weapon on a test run. On the first swing of the sword ligthing shot out of the tip catching the house on fire, he was the only one of his family to make it out alive. To cope with the fact that he was now all alone, he beggan rigorus training with the same weapon that killed his family. Quickly he learned all of its secrets, and became a great swordsman.

I edited it... and I went through the spellcheck and only three words...

Oh, and I only wanted to know, cause I didn't know where we were at. And let's just say I started outside of the place Gabriel is at...I wouldn't know if it's a shack...or..something...

All's in. Still waiting for more people.

Name: Galford D. Weiler
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Height: 6'1
Weight: 170

Weapon: Galford uses a single small ninjato called a Wakizashi, which he has named "The Blade of Justice", man, where do these Surfing Ninjas get this stuff.

Magic: Apon swearing his oath of Justice and to protect all those who can't protect themselves, he was blessed by the holy spirit, granting him the magical ability to control lightning.

Skills: Galford uses the Koga Ninja Arts of fighting with a little bit of his own style to add some flare to the mighty art of Ninjetsu.

Personality: Galford IS the Ninja of Justice, he has pledged a oath to protect the weak, fight in the names of those who can't, to serve all in the name of good, and to surf any wave, no matter the size! Besides is strong feeling for Justice Galford is also a pretty cool dude, into tanning, hot babes, surfing, and Butterfinger Ice Cream Bars. He his probably the comedic guy of the bunch no matter what, and if there is one thing he won't stand, its the forces of evil ruining is world.

History: After the death of his father, Galford left his four older sisters to become a sailor, where he learned about the ninja of Japan. Fascinated by their stories of heroics and mysticism, he decided to learn from them. Apon compilation of his training the world fell into chaos and the beast rose from his long slumber. Now Galford is on a journey, a journey to find any one willing to fight in the name of justice, and to help him slay the evil ones, so good may once again prosper in the land

((>,> Not my best bio, guess cause he is not my own and from a video game >.<))

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Name: Zuntyh Knakuno

Age: 24

Height: 6?0

Weight: 85kg

Weapon: Zuntyh has a large two-handed Hammer half the size of his body. Decorated beautifully with patterns, the weapon is a symbol of the mighty Paladin. Paladins do not intentionally spill blood and thus use weapons to crush instead, if the opponent bleeds because of the hammer that is simply their fault. The Hammer is filled with Holy Light, but being a Paladin, Zuntyh possesses it himself.

Magic: Being a Paladin, Zuntyh has a variety of magic powers. He can heal himself and others of wounds and disease, strike at the demons and undead by directly channelling the power of the Holy Light, trap his opponents with a powerful ?Holycross? among other things. While Zuntyh has not mastered the technique (he is still training with it and can not command the ability willingly) he has the ability to become infused with the power of the Holy Light (taking the form of wings on his back) and use these powers to fly as well as increase his powers substantially.

Skills: Zuntyh is very sturdy with or without his armour. While he may be slow in the armour (much less so than other Paladins though) he can take severe amounts of punishment and keep on moving thanks to his training and connection with the Holy Light. Not one for stealth, he?ll often try to avoid it as often as he can due to it being against his code of honour, preferring to ensure his opponents are aware of his presence and that the battle is on a level playing field as it begins. Possessing above-average strength due to his training, Zuntyh does not tire from swinging his heavy weapon around and delivers attacks with powerful force.

Appearance: http://www.dungeonmastering.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/paladin1.jpg <---Like this, only without the helmet (face will be explained in a moment) and he wields a hammer (so ignore both the sword sheath on his back and the sword itself). His hair is short, brown and spiked up. He has brown eyes and is clean shaven, having tanned white skin and he has two tattooed zigzag lines running parallel from a little above his left eyebrow down to the top of his cheekbone.

Personality: In stark opposition to the other dwindling members of the Order of the Silver Hammer, Zuntyh is not an annoyingly polite and noble man. While still following the Paladin code, he treads lightly on the borderline of being a Paladin and being ex-communicated. Speaking casually and often ignoring his duty as a servant of the light, Zuntyh is an odd sight in his golden armour. While he fights the forces of evil and follows the code (announcing his presence to enemies, using a weapon that does not spill blood intentionally and always fighting for what is right) he is unlike most other Paladins in that if he lacked his armour and hammer, he would not seem like a Paladin, unlike almost all of the others who would still proceed to go around quoting scriptures and following the strict code of chivalry in conversation; Zuntyh is far more casual and this has gotten him into trouble with his superiors often, who only tolerate him because of dwindling Paladin numbers.

History: Zuntyh was born in what was Sydney in Australia. His parents were deeply religious and believed strongly in the Holy Light. Upon learning of the Order of the Silver Hammer recruiting people of all ages to join them as they prepared for the book of Revelations to come true, Zuntyh?s father sent him, at the tender age of four to the New York branch. Training under the Paladin?s tutorage, Zuntyh was identified as strong with the Holy Light. This was offset by the fact he refused to shave his head (not a requirement, but tradition among the Order of the Silver Hammer) and for as he put it, ?my own unique spin on tradition? which frequently had him acting as very informal and breaking most of the traditions within the order (however he was careful not to break any of the actual rules in the code of conduct). In his late teens, what had been predicted came true, with the Book of Revelations beginning to come true. Furthering his training, he along with the other members of the Order began to fight against the foul beasts. While the Order is known as a valiant force fighting against the forces of evil, they are not without their casualties; approximately 60% of the formerly large Order has been wiped out and recruitment numbers aren?t what they used to be, still, Zuntyh persists in the fight.


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Of course, TestVirus is in.

Bio be edited in to my post now =P

Name:Hiro Habu
Age:15
Height:5'8
Weight:125lbs
Weapons:Hiro possesses two weapons, both of which are family heirlooms. The first of which is a Katana, although it is extremely aged it is still a powerful weapon, it's handle is dark blue, while the silver blade bares a dragon upon it, imprinted into the blade. It is kept in a wooden case, with green and red spiralls flowing along it.
The second weapon is a strange circular blade, it has a handle in the middle for easy use, and it has three blades protrouding from it in a diagonal direction, it acts like a boomerang, it can be used for close combat, but is more effective being thrown, as it always returns and the user can control it's path. To save space the blades are also foldable within each other, so that he can carry it around with ease, while it is in it's compact form it resembles a simple knife with a circular handle.
Magic:Hiro's sword contains magical properties which he only recently learned of, allowing him to manipulate Wind and Lightning perfectly, he does not to be wielding the sword to use it's powers though, as long as he is touching it he can use it, and if it is taken from his reach he is able to pull it back to him. If under immense amounts of strain he is also able to create a Dragon of lightning, or even increase his strength and speed by unbelievable amounts.
Skills:Hiro cannot take many hits in battle, as such he relies on his speed and power to win fights, he can easily move around extremely fast in an instant, and is able to do considerable damage. Descending from a family of Shinobi he is able to use a number of skills only he is able to use, such as being able to control the path of his throwing blade.
Appearance:Hiro, although young looks rather mature for his age, he has short and spiked blacky blue hair and hazel eyes, he wears a white vest and a striped blue and black hooded shirt over it which he usually only has zipped up halfway, he keeps the sleeves of the jacket rolled up to his elbows and wears a black sweatband on his right wrist, he also wears thin black fingerless gloves. His sword is kept on his back and is kept there by a thin piece of rope, while his other blade is kept at his waist in it's compact form. He wears blue jeans with a few rips in them and a pair of running shoes.
Personality:Hiro usually keeps to himself, he is quiet and prefers to avoid talking to people if he can, rather intelligent, he seems rather mature for his age, and although he seems cold, he is quite kind, he just doesn't show it very often.
History:Hiro was born in England and wasneither poor nor wealthy, living life averagly, except for the occasional trip to China, although not born there he has roots from there, and is a descendant of a Shinobi clan, so he was trained in martial arts from a young age. At school he was generally quiet and had few friends, if picked on he could easily fend off his attackers and carry on as usual. Shortly before the Earth became so Hell like his father entrusted him with two family heirlooms, his weapons, then just as everything started his parents died, leaving him alone. Alone and in a changing world he ventured out, to find out what was happening.

This ok Wolfy?

« Last edited by Pooly on Mar 5th 2008 »

I'm thinking we should get started.

Copied from another place, forgive if the history is dodgy.

Name: Majure Artemis
Sex: Male
Age: 31
Height: 6?1
Weight: 191 lbs
Weapons: Enteria, a shining crimson katana ensnared in a cerulean case of lightning. It was crafted from the stiffest hide of a slain dragon and invokes the limitless power of electricity; to the touch of any other, its charge would be fatal, but it has been enchanted through binding magic not to harm the destined wielder. When in Majure?s possession, it imbues him with its own power, granting him the ability to manipulate electricity at will.
Skills: Aside from being a highly accomplished swordsman, Majure boasts uncanny abilities for his age, rumored to be capable of striking down hordes of enemies alone. His skill with Enteria is extremely honed; when unarmed, he often resorts to various forms of fighting to secure his safety, often escaping with only the foe?s blood on his hands. His vision in particular is incredibly acute, granting him the ability to exploit extremely unnoticable loopholes in combat.
Magic: Enteria?s power grants Majure a wide arsenal of electric-based magic, which he prefers to use for long-range offense and close-range defense. His favored technique is to ensnare himself in a static field and drag enemies into the radius, electrocuting each one. Apart from this, he has the arcane ability to manipulate the less offensive element of wind in combat, which he uses mostly for close-range offense; his strongest technique by far is his power to manipulate his own appearance, to the extent that he can take on that of any with a feeble mind in place of his own.
Appearance: Tall, muscular. Eye-length red hair, emerald eyes. Wears a satin breastplate and gauntlets over a regular black shirt, jeans and customized speed shoes.
Personality: Calm, sly. His passively confident demeanor has been known to anger others with more outfacing arrogance, and his morals on the suffering of others are considerably lenient. Mostly cares for himself.
History: Majure was raised in the crime-filled streets of a ravaged city, which often served as an outpost for war and destruction. Fearing for his safety, his parents taught him the arts of combat at a very young age, granting him his first sword - and black belt - when he was eleven. In contrast to their hopes, Majure quickly became involved in the dangers of his district; that very day, he was confronted by a band of thieves wanting to steal his weapon. In a final attempt to hide, he then discovered his own unique power; the ability to manipulate his appearance. After changing into a large snake, he scared the thugs, and took up magic ever since. Three years later, he managed to firmly grasp the art of wind control, with which he often predicted the weather for his people. At the age of seventeen, he entered a tournament in a distant city and came face-to-face with a demon wielding an electrified katana in the final round. Narrowly defeating the warrior, he took his weapon and left with the prize winnings back home. Just before he left, demon servants of the Beast came and attacked the city, destroying a third of its populace. Fearing for his life, Majure hurried home, only to find that his place had met the same fate. Enraged, he vowed his revenge, traveling far and wide in search of the creatures that were the source of the carnage across the world.

Bio posted
Man, last time I try to make a bio for a video game character.

Bio will be edited in later. Its about half done, so please save me a spot.

Thanks =D

((Everyone's in, spots have been saved, time to get started.))

Gabriel froze for a moment, again the dead silence only rising the tension between the two. He had heard that name before, it was the name of the Beast himself. Lucifer's eyes softened, his voice still remaining sharp yet smooth.
"Do not be afraid," he calmed Gabriel, "I am not the Beast, I have only the misfortune of sharing his name. You may be wondering what you are doing lying in an old bed in an old house, but this house happens to be the place I call home." Lucifer explained to Gabriel, running his knuckle across the cold, wooden wall, small amounts of dust falling from the rotted wood. "I saw you in the forest unconcious and bloody, and decided to help you out. I'm sure your fortune shall become mine one day."

Gabriel stopped for a moment, just the way the guy talked confused him. Did this guy, Lucifer, save him? That was impossible, the vines in the forest combined with the rough grass and trees would be too much for anyone alone to journey through.
"But how," Gabriel questioned, "How did you get through the forest?"
"Ah, inquisitive one. I hold the power to calm the forces of nature, thanks to the emerald imbedded into my partizan."

Gabriel was about to ask more about his "power", but a shuffling of feet outside the thin wall gathered both of their attentions.
"Seems like we have visitors," Lucifer muttered.

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In the small, shabby old house that belonged to Lucifer, the scaly, brown snake crossed the dirt floor, keeping itself quiet and well-hidden as it listened to the conversation between the men. A twinkle rose in its emerald eye - it also heard the footsteps outside. A soft orange glow flared from its body as it slowly changed shape: small legs protruded from its back, its tail shrunk and disappeared, its head grew and rounded, and its rough skin turned soft and red. Within seconds, the dirty serpent had transformed into a gallant young man, his hair as red as the blood that so commonly flowed in the waters, a satin sword clutched in his hand.
"Sorry for eavesdropping," he smirked. His voice was as smooth as an iron shirt. "I just couldn't help overhearing your little conversation. Who are you?"

"If you're a soldier of the Beast, I'd recommend you leave. You've no buisness here." Lucifer commanded, whipping out his partizan and holding it straight to the stranger's face, mere centimeters from his right eye. Gabriel was so dazed that he figured this whole thing was just an illusion or a dream, and that he'd wake up covered by mulch in the forest sometime soon.

The man in red stood completely still, unmoving even as Lucifer brandished his weapon in such a threatening manner. His smirk spread into a grin as he watched the serious expression on Lucifer's face, and he placed his free hand on the weapon, lowering it away from his own.
"Loosen up," he said coolly. "I'm not with the Beast. I come with the Lord."

Someone behind the man in red, soon came into the house. "I hope this is some place to stay for the night." said the voice, it turned out to belong to a boy in the late teens. He carried a bow with a quiver on his back. "If it's to pre-occupied, I'll just head on out." There was a sign of sweat formed on his face and arms.

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"Other messangers of the Lord?"Came a loud, almost childish voice, as a stranger popped his head into the shack, wondering what the comotion, that was about the Beast and the Lord, was.