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 Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 9:16 pm
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South center of the city stretches miles and miles of hollow ground. Tall trees fed by the nutrients of rotten corpses tower over grave markers and tomb stones ranging from several hours to many decades old. The stories of the thousands upon thousands buried here could fill hundreds of libraries with volumes of lost knowledge, but alas their secrets now rest with them for eternity.
No one has ever seen the grounds keeper, though his home sits hidden somewhere in the thick mass of trees and forgotten monuments. Some how the grass stays mowed and the graves remained well looked after though, that is near the entrance. The farther you press on however, into areas housing those whose loved ones have long left this world behind, you seem to find the terrain over grown and unkept. Much of the cemetery cannot be reached by following a path and few ever venture off to explore, mainly due to the stories and rumors that circulate through the locals about restless soldiers and murderous killers whose thirsts live on.
Catacombs have been build all around and have been rumored to lead off into the city's sewer system, though no one dares explore through them either. Not due to ghost story's, but for the certainty of rats, snakes, and other disease ridden creatures.
The first thing you see when you come to the entrance is the iron sign above the road held by the iron fence to each side of it which wraps around the cemetery's parameter. It simply reads "Cemetery". |
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 9:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 2:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:52 pm
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 Shayla | Anderson
Laughing at the woman, Shayla spun the knife with deadly accuracy on her palm- the point would have nicked her chest had she not been careful. "At least I don't dress like a little doll that someone threw away because they didn't give a damn about them," she sneered. Grunting, she launched herself at the vampiress, teeth melting into her own long, feral fangs.
Shayla kept the dagger low, aiming it at the girl's hip. She stayed on the front of her feet, trying to stay balanced. Getting close, she let loose a quick jab with her left fist and a matching swipe with her knife.
20 | Barkeep
.:: I'm not the best at describing combat, so if it seems odd, just ask what I meant :3 ::.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 1:15 pm
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Sayyid of Arabia
Paul Bilson, Ghoul in Disguise
Sayyid grinned as he looked across the street to the buffet table laid out for him. He was eager to get in and get to munching, but was sad as he heard arguing across the other side. People were present. Human, though? He could not tell unless he got closer. He was so hungry he wished to just jump in there and crack open some coffins, but he knew he had to be especially careful. The guard was reputable, and now he had to worry about other people. He could not wait, however.
Shifting to human form with blue jeans and a green polo shirt, he crossed the street and walked, pushing the gates to get in there. He saw a male and two women, but he had no idea how an argument had started. "Ladies, break it up! This is hallowed ground!," he said, trying to use his human charm. His precious dagger was in his back pocket. The sooner the people get through what they wanted, the sooner he could eat. |
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