The Hunters and the Hunted

[Anaithnid Miuil]

The land is ruled by darkness, blood and death. Evil abounds demons, werewolves, vampires and all sorts of evil roam freely through the land. Few have the courage to stand up against these deadly foes.
The few that do are the hunters they either formed small bands or they work alone. While most hunt for bounty and fame there are a few which hunt for their god. These are the paladins noble warriors from religeous orders crusading to rid the land of evil once and for all....and they do it for free the only reward these highly moral people need is the sense of duty fulfilled. Most hunters however are not so noble they take whatever jobs they want here and there and are rather a motley crew of military wash outs, mercanaries, assasins and general rough necks.
There are also those who stand on the fence some choose evil and some choose good. These are the witchs, warlocks and wizards magic users who gave up their souls to the mythic and anceint arts.
The forces of evil are powereful names that are whipspered and make the blood run cold. Vampires the damned who drink human blood to sustain their own wretched existance. Werewolves were humans once now they can choose to take the form of a wolf (not just when there is a full moon) and search for their favprite food: raw meat and fresh blood. There are demons by the hundreds all of various levels and types of powers. These are just a few of the creatures that you have to contend with if you choose to be a hunter. The powerful monsters useually have ghouls and lesser monsters as minons to do their bidding making hunting them that much more dangerous.
There are also mythic creatures here that can be good or evil dragons, hippogriffs, pegasi, etc.The animals can be kept as companions but be careful they are sentient and kill when offended.
 

[Anaithnid Miuil]

rules and guidelines:
1.) before you post in the role play post your character in the sticky
2.) you can be any creature you want: vampire, lich, demon, witch, warlock, human, elf, werewolf, etc.
3.) characters can be based partially from characters in movies, books, mangas, etc. but show some originality
4.) you can have up to four characters, but please do not just carry on forever between them interact with other as often as possible.
5.) post your picture to the left and your characters name at the top of every post
6.) no god modding!!!!!!!!!!!!
7.) you can have friendships with the evil creatures if you are a hunter but keep it to a minimum. You are supposed to be destroying the forces of evil they are not likely to want ot be your friend twisted
8.) you can have romance but no cybering
9.) no killing a character without their permission
10.) follow Gaia TOS
11.) post at least once a week, and as often as possible. I want this to be a fun active role play
12.) no leet speechor short hand.Please make your posts at least three sentances long!
13.) you may have up to four characters
14.) when you are dead you are dead! unless you PM about it, then I might allow your return if it fits the story  

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The Landscape:
 

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Grania Tréigthe
Grania had just arrived in the city of Valonbray, it was a prosperous city on the coast of the western sea. She had just finished a mission in Laria she had killed a wozzie demon that had been killing anyone who had entered the woods to the west of town, mostly curious children and foolish young men with more bravado than brains...paying for their stupidity with their lives. She had eventually triumphed but she was rather worse for ware the creture had killed her horse Brego. This forced her to make the long journey over frozen and rugged terrain on foot. When she arrived at Valonbray she could barely stand she was exhausted and her wounds had weakened her. Grania walked to the shipping district and entered a tavern and inn called the Sword and Shield, it was a cheap in the tavern being filled with routy sailors, travlers, merchants and gamblers playing darts cards and other games, fights about cheating. There were women of ill repute plying their trade focusing on the men who were most drunk as targets to rob, or the men who seemed to have the most cash to show a good time. As always Grania walked by them without being notiched she was only five feet tall and rather lithe most would say skinny because they could not see her muscle tone. Grania was covered with blood and the dust of the road, making her look even more horrid, many in the tavern even assumed she was a young boy. As she walked up the stairs she called for a bath, once the man who owned the tavern and inn had filled the tub with hot water and gave her soap she dismissed him. As Grania started to take of her armour, and peel off her cloths and pulled off her boots her wounds became more apparent. Grania had taken steps so there was no infection. She took of the old bandages and just dropped them on the floor. The wounds started to open a little as she washed the blood and mud from her body, her skin took on its deathly pale color and her coppery red hair shone brightly again. By the time she finished her bath the water that had once been clear was now murky. Grania quickly towled off and threw her ruined clothes and old bandages in the small fire place that kept the winters chill out of her tiny room. Though exhausted she was still cautious she made it look like she was sleeping in her bed but insteda she slept in a corner by the fireplace. As always the nightmares of her burnign farm and slaughtered vampire entered her consiousness and she tossed and turned reliving the day her life changed forever....the day the vamprie came and slaughtered her family.  

[Bounty Hunter Wolf]

Samuel Forester

The rugged muscular warrior wore his gray platemail well , its polished surface gleamed reflecting of any light and causing it to look bright and beautiful, up close however the armor was worn and scratched here and there. The armor had a splash of red across it from the blood of a rogue who had attempted to stab him after the warrior had insulted his intelligence. Samuel strolled out of the bar into the street with the sounds of a badly injured rogue crying on floor yelling for his obviously frightened friends to attack.

Samuel s armor clanked as the he walked it's heavy plates falling against each other. At his side rested a thick longsword in its leather sheath the very same blade he had wielded in the army years before when he was in the honor guard. Since then he had traveled across the land back and forward working slaying monsters for a living occasionally working with a group and very often being the only survivor. He was fairly handsome with his short brown hair and trimmed goatee but his eyes seemed ferocious and cold, His serious demeanor always kept him apart in a crowd and his aura was unsettling to anyone who had fought with the trained warrior before, it was as if he was an incarnation of battle earning him the nickname "The Warbringer"  

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Grania Tréigthe
Grania woke before dawn she put on her leather armor and chain mail pulled on her boots and buckled them thight it was her only defense agianst the cold. The last thing she did was to wrap her dark forest grren cloak tightly around her lithe body. As Grania descended the stairs and found a scuffle in the process a rouge had bit off more than he could chew and was now squealing like a baby as a result. She laughed to herself as she walked to the bar she gae hime two more gold coins she only needed a nights rest and to bandage herself. Now the next task at hand would be to buy a new horse and find a job. She shouldered her pack as sheleft it was funny what a bath could do the bar tender had been surprised he had thought she was a girl. She was not surprised her very name Grania meant ugly. As she headed out the door she was nearly bowled over by three rouges who decided to run out after the man who had hurt their friend. This is why I hate cities she thought as she awlked in the ankle deep snow. the cold wind from the north had a hint of ice and it caused her checks to glow a little red. She had never been to this city before and she was still very sore she had to find a map or someone who could show her around, and her first order of buisness was buying a new horse to replace poor Brego. She decided to follow the rouges the man they were after seemed to have a reputation around town....she hoped that meant he knew the lay of the land maybe he could even tell her where she could find work. After all rouges on a vengance mission rarely failed to find their target.  

[Dan Redblade]

Edward Blackcloud
Edward walks into a bar in Valonbay and asks someone where the docks is found, the person tells him that it is in the west of the city. Edward dashes to the docks and walks around a bit and sees a forest and someone walking in it, he dashes to it and nearly drinks the blood of the woman he just remembers that he is trying to fit in with the humans so he backs away without anyone seeing him and runs around the borders of the city trying to improve his speed and looking for some adventure.  

[Frau Valda]

Hasu
By the small inland sea east of Valenbray stood the mighty Hasu, complete in her beauty of a Canna flower. In this form she was 5 feet high, 2 inches thick of dense green stem. Her petals were large and of the deepest green, shaped like the palms tree leaves only much smaller. Her head was as a giant flower: red and orange with stamens poking out as if ready for pollenation.

A large man was walking her way as if to pluck her for a beautiful women in which to woo and seduce. He was a brutish man, and how he would ever come to appreciate any beauty at all is unfathomable. He was 340 pounds, 7 feet 4 inches, long blond hair bound in a ponytail and clad was he in shining steel gothic armor of the goths of germany. How he wandered all this way hundreds of miles away was beyond her. But all she knew at this moment was that he was right thiere in front of her, smelling her.
The man said to himself, What is a flower doing here in such cold? Surely this flower should have died a month ago...
Hasu's petal stransformed into her spikey arms and her clawed hands latched onto the giant man's face. Blue and purple swirling light flickered and gloweed around the man. He struggled so hard, so desperate was he to escape, but he was so weak compared to Hasu. He pulled out his sword and looped off one of Hasu's arms, but the other arm crushed his head just enough that he reflexably dropped his weapon. Hasu had him. The light continued to swirl around the man. Only 15 seconds later and he dropped to the ground. He was a wrinkled, shriveled prune, drained of his lifeforce. Such pretty armor, maybe someone will have more use for it than he did.

Hasu transformed into her humanoid form. Her arm was back already, her feeding healed her completely. She was revitalized, yet she never felt satisfied. She wanted more. More and more and more. Her near 4,000 years of life wasnothing more than a feeding frenzy slowly spiraling out of control. She walked on her green and white legs, somewhat human looking, yet still not human at all. Naked but covered in her plant like body, she walked westward to Valenbray for more food. She was always hungry.  

[fire_devil_angel]

Safiya
Safiya had decided she was bored with staying in the water of the western sea and decided to travel into the city. If she had her location correct she was in Valonbray, she was glad it was winter because that ment there was snow covering the ground so she would be able to stay in contact with some kind of water while she wandered as long as she stayed outside. She didn't like the fact that she was getting wierd looks from the people and for awhile couldn't figure out why she was getting them until she heard a child ask his mother how she wasn't cold in such scant clothing. Truthfully she hadn't considered the fact that all the humans were bundeled tightly against the chill while she was in next to nothing and barefoot to boot. The cold didn't bother her after all she grew up in the frozen waters of the southern sea. She considered going and buying some more clothing just so she fit in but decided it would be pointless since she'd have to discard of them before she returned to the water.  

[Frau Valda]

Hasu
She was bloated with her human soul. Still she walked westward toward the city Valenbray. She stopped, feeling a change within her.
What was your spirit made of? She was speaking about her previous meal of that Goth in the shining suit of steel armor. She felt a new power within her. She held out her hands instinctively and her hands and arms glowed as if they were about to catch fire. Her white skin and the green plant materials around her plant-like human body glowed red.
What is this? She asked herself as her arms glowed more. She pointed her hand toward a tree and relaxed her arm and the energy drifted out toward the tree and as soon as the slow moving telepathically guided energy touched the tree it began to wilt and die.
How interesting. It would seem that I may no longer require to touch my victims to drain them. I wonder how effective this new ability is. She said under her own breath.
Ahead of her, only a few more miles away, was the glorious city of Valenbray.
I think I might have a snack She said to herself, smiling.

Hasu was not an evil creature. She had only a little bit of emotion. She was just like a wild animal: crazy when attacked, ravenous when hungry, furious when injured, happy during the hunt. But most of the time she just spent the days as a plant waiting for some dumb human to walk by so she could snag 'em and sustain herself for a few days longer. She lived, but she was not really alive.  

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Grania Tréigthe
Grania watched in amusment and followed a few paces behind as the rogues boated to each other partly out of bravado and party trying to build their confidence about attacking the man in plate. They things they were going to do souded dreadful but Grania doubted very much that they would try any such thing, to her it seemed to add to his wounded pride and flesh wounds that the man gave him. The rouge would now also have to bury the three friends he had sent out after the one who had hurt him. Grania did not reakize that her wound in her shoulder had opened up again, a small trickle of crimson started to seep through her armour and down her arm. She did not feel pain like most people, she felt pain true enough but her nerves seemed much less sensative than others. Either that or growing up in a world where she had to fight for daily survival and food and getting kicked in the teeth all the tim had simply made her into stone. THe rouges did not dissapoint Grania for in no time at all they had the armoured man in sight. Two of them started running off the side streets to the right and the left while the largest of the men who was one of the largest men Grania had ever seen. He was tall and had a thin layer of fat over his huge and bulging muscles. He had the smell of charcoal and sulfur. Grania guessed that he must also be one of the cities black smiths. The man reaked of mutton and ale. Grania watched in amusment as the three men closed in on their prey. Grania hoped the show would be good, but it probably would not last long, from the whispers she heard in the tavern as she left he had once been in the military and now he was travling as a hired blade...as such she was sure that he could tell her where a hunter might find a job or two. But as ever the first order of buisness remained to get a new mount, she would nead a large mount capable of bearing an armoured rider and her gear. Depending on the mission it may even have to bear a seond rider. Hopefully this would be an easy task she had 600 gold pieces left from the bounty she recieved for killing that Wozzie. Good thing to ot had been costly she lost all her gear, her horse and nearly her life. The two men from the city gaurd who led her to the forest and the demons lair had turned tail and fled when they heard the creatures hissing roar. They had hit on her and jived her about looking like a little boy, about her scars, and ho they would "protect her" from they pitance of a demon. She had remained silent the whole time resisting the uge to both ask them why they had not killed the creature if it was so pathetic and the urge to cut their useless heads from their shoulders. The cowards were embarrased but to her bitter angry they were not kicked out of the gaurdof een demoted after collecting her fee she left the demons body in the town gaurds practice ground, so all could see the terrifying demons real form and take careful notes of the discrepancy between the real creature and the gaurds story. The veins in Granias face bulged with nanger her heart beat harder and her wound bleed faster but, with all her layers she bundled on against the winters bite she could not feel it.  

[Sintegrated]

Yas sat in his cold throne he crafted himself, focusing on the sounds from outside. He walked into one of the guard towers overlooking the mountains around his castle and leaned on a rampart viewing the area he claimed as his, and he grunted softly at what he saw. hundreds of creatures. in 'HIS' land, how did they get here, and what are they? He called one of his animated snowmen to collect one, and waited until it returned.

The snow being came back with a small creature, with dark, thick skin and red eyes it looked menacing as it clawed the air. Yas held the creature away from himself and began concentrating his powers on it, its body movement slowed along with its heartbeat, as a thin layer of frost was made on the surface of the creature, it was alive, just in hibernation.

Yas reluctantly knew what he had to do, the creatures were slow getting to the secluded parts of the world, and so he needed information on them from more occupied parts. He walked through the frozen halls listening to his own footsteps on the cold icy floors, and arrived at his dock, he boarded the massive ship made of mystic ice and turned to look at his pride and joy, his kingdom, his castle which he created by himself, it took hundreds of years, but now it was his, and it would take a lot more than a few creatures to harm it. besides, he had an army of snow men, and ice beings, they could hold down the castle that only he and they lived in, even though they were his creations and were not actually alive.

Yas motioned his hand and the animated crew on the boat set off to the nearest harbor large enough to make yas happy, Valonbray.