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Meanwhile Back In The Kingdom of Camelot.....





Merlin patted Skuld's shoulder."It is quite alright dear child, we should probably leave anyway, Sterling we're going now."He told her then informed his apprentice of there leave. Sterling didn't answer, but he did twirl around an orange vial. Merlin shook his head when he looked back, pulling Skuld toward the door.

Meanwhile in Feudal Era, at Fargo's shrine.....



Fargo chuckled at how brave she acted, though it was clar she was still in pain."After you've healed, Gossamer, after you've healed."He told her as he watched her take her time going back to her room. He let out a heavy sigh, feeling his death near.

Hex and Arell had finally caught up with Selita, also supplying a decent amount of carnage from Jonah's twin six-guns and Arell's Bowie knife.

"So what's de plan now? Keep killin' 'em?" Arell asked Jonah while running through a vampire.

"Unless you can think a better 'un up doin' that, pardner!" Hex replied, shooting at one Vampire while knocking another out with his fist.

Arell looked at Selita. "We'll cover these punks, go after Willy the Lid!" he yelped, engaged in a fistfight against three vampires.

"BILLY THE KID! GET IT RIGHT, YA NIMROD!!" Hex shouted as he spun around and pistol-whipped another vampire.

"Same Diff'rence!" Arell shot back.

In modern times, if one is born with some kind of deformity, there are ways of making them appear normal. To appear attractive.
In other times…such things could only be dreamed of.
If one was born….different….then they were most likely and outcast for the rest of their lives. Simply because they looked different from everyone else.

Can you imagine, what it’s like….to be completely shunned from society. From human interaction. From love. To know that no one would ever want to be near you, or to touch you, or talk to you. Knowing that since no one would ever want to be with you, that you’d never have a family. Never have a child to call your own.

Knowing, that you’d never have anything because no one would ever want to give it to you.
After a while…one might just decide…to TAKE what they want…

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A small home sat in the clearing of a forest that was located a good couple miles away from a kingdom that was about a days travel from Camelot if one rode swiftly. The dark of midnight hid the small path that led from the house to the worn out dirt that most traveled on. The only sign that gave away the fact that there was a house, was the small bit of light that peeked through the trees, and the trail of smoke that lifted from them.
Easily a place that was overlooked unless someone was actually looking for it.

On the outside of the house was a green flag with the kingdom’s symbol. Though the symbol had recently been maliciously torn from the flag, so it was now impossible to know what the symbol was.
The door of the house was open, the light from the lamps and fireplace flooded out, and the cries of an infant rang out.

Inside, the table was knocked over, as well as pictures, chairs, and the night’s supper. A large pool of crimson life trailed down the cracks and rivets of the wooden floor. A man, a soldier, lay dead on the floor in his metal armor and green cloth.
Inside the bedroom, the baby continued to cry. And a woman hushed, and cooed, and tried to comfort the upset infant. In the doorway of the bedroom, lay a woman, also draining her life out onto the wooden floor.

”Hush…hush my darling baby…” the woman’s voice purred. ”Your mother has you now…no harm will befall you.”

A figure clothed heavily in dirty, rugged yellow colored cloth cradled the baby in her arms. Even with the many layers of clothing she wore to hide her appearance, it was obvious to see that she was hunchbacked. Her cloak was draped over her head, and her long, stringy black hair curtained the rest of her face. What bit of face could be seen, was unattractive to say the least. Most would avoid her as they would a leper. Her teeth, what was left of them, were crooked and deformed. Her chin was unnaturally long and pointed. And her hands were long, bone thin and deformed as well.

”You don’t have to morn for them, my love. Within a few days, they’ll be nothing more than mere fragments in your young memory.” she purred to the child. ”Your mother will take care of you now. You’ll not have to worry about the light of those green devils poison your innocent mind. I’ll care for you.” she said as she turned and headed out the door of the house, stepping over the bodies that she had just made.

”Kryb will care for you.”

Meanwhile on a Road Far Away From Camelot.......



Grad was busy taking a stroll towards Camelot, he'd left mass destruction in his wake and not to long passed an area he hadn't touched that was laid waste to. He now heard the soft cries of an infant and a strange yellow veil over the person carrying it. He whipped his wand backward and the infant flew within his grasp."You mind explaining to me what one such as yourself would be doing so close to dangerous enviroments with an infant in hand?"He asked with a devious intent in his eyes. His wand levitated by his side as he comforted the small child, to his disgust it laughed in innocence. Revolting, humans are simply revolting.

Meanwhile in Feudal Era, on the road to Fargo's shrine.....



Tenchi cut down the waves of undead soldiers halting his progress, sparing them no mercy. They didn't attack, simply blocked his entrance, but he didn't care. They were all abominations, each and everyone of them and were going to be silenced."All shall feel the sting of my blade and face judgement in hell."He declared, slicing through wave after wave without rest. He'd soon be within Fargo's shrine.

Meanwhile in The Old West in a mine........



Selita finally got over the ledge. When she pulled herself up she was well aware of the crumbling around her. She looked back one last time, still searching for Billy. When she still couldn't anyone she sighed heavily and ran, hard, for the exit. The guys had been standing there, apparently waiting for her."Go, go, go!!!"She shouted at them, passing by without waiting for them to catch up.

Meanwhile in Camelot



Skuld let Merlin lead her, still stewing a bit, Abbrasive git! I've known snakes with more warmth.... Grrrrr.

The redhead turned her attention back to Merlin, "You do realize that if my wards that I cast are down, what that means?"