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Vertmor: "Yes, another reason their more like 'pests' to us. True we should deal with it more, but it'll make it a higher risk of negitive feedback on the economy. We can be evil, but thats such a vague term. No one ever told us what we had to be evil at."

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*K'Warra grabs the bolt in midair. Holy water spatters all over him*

 

K'Warra: If you want to actually hit someone, you might try not warning them first. *shakes water off of self* You ought to brush up on your demons, too. I'm not one of them...I'm something worse. *bares fangs* I'm a Gargoyle. And I'll teach you to respect the name!

 

*K'Warra throws the bolt back at the hunter*

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*Vertmor kills another Hunter*

 

Vertmor: "Hmph, they need to train these alot better..."

 

*The orcs start coming in.*

 

Itrok: "K'Warra, I think we should be leaving!"

 

Vertmor: "Oh, the kid thinks he's a hotshot wanting to kill all Vampires himself, but he gets worried about Orcs..."

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*A darksteel arrow lands a few feet short of K'Warra. From behind the trees, a figure appears. It is clad in ancient darksteel armour. From the visor of it's helmet a blue fire can be seen. A sense of fear permeates the area. On it's chest is a black pattern of a ten pointed star.

 

A darkstar knight*

 

Itrok: No ordinary weapons are of use here. A pity, for I am weary.

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*The arrow miraculasly hits the Knight in the visor. IT flails around, then pulls it out, unharmed*

 

Itrok: Fool! Those are just souls in cans!

 

*Itrok runs up to the Knight and begins to parry his blows. A gunshot is heard suddenly, and several orcs fall dead*

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Vertmor: "Gah! I can't take this!"

 

*Vertmor transforms into a warewolf state and pounces on the Dark Knight, knocking the empty suit of armour over. Vertmor jumps back, awaiting the the suit to stand back up again.*

 

Vertmor: *Growls.*

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Itrok: They work for the Darkstar, why do you think!

 

*The Knight rises as two more appear. It turns it's head to face K'Warra*

 

Darkstar Knight: You betrayed Lord Retrick...you will all before before the Darkstar...

 

Voice: Not if I have anything to say about it...

 

*A man leaps through the trees. He wears posh travelling clothes and carries a large gun normally used for killing elephant-like creatures.*

 

Jiyle: I, Lord Jiyle D'etoile will continue my family history of chasing creatures like you!

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K'Warra: Betrayed Lord Retrick? Did I really? It's been so long, and he was so insignificant, that I can't really remember... *to Jiyle* You look like a moron. Are you talking to me or the tin cans?

 

*The girl, still glowing and floating, looks at Jiyle's outfit with amusement*

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Jiyle: The Darkstar Knights! I am the descendant of Starfor the Starkiller! I will continue his work, in hope that Furro will find me worthy...

 

*Itrok cleaves the Darkstar Knight's head off. The blackened soul screeches and flees. The orcs turn and run.*

 

Itrok: I am the one privallaged with that honour, friend. *To K'Warra* Now tell me what is going on. They didn't hunt you down just because you were here.

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*Vertmor glares over to K'Warra then cockly reverts back to his normal form.*

 

Vertmor: "Walking targets... bah! We were fine in those carrages, but Mr Self-rightious over here desided that it was nice to abandon the carrages and attack a bunch of mortals that didn't put up much of a fight..."

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*The carrages enter the city of Coorhagen. The city itself wasnt as industraised as most other citys of this size. The buildings were old and yet could still stand for another few hundred years. Street lights were of Oil lamps and torches. Most of the buildings were merely at the most two stories, but there were a good amount of multiple story buildings about.*

 

*From the distence the city was beautiful. But as the carrages got nearer a foul stench reaked the city, bodies of people piled up and burned, while more were bringing carted on carrages.*

 

Frantic man: *to driver of the carrages* "Leave now! The plague it's killing us all!"

 

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((Oh, I have to do this...

It's from one of Monty Python's famous movie scenes. It's too much of a classic not to be used. It's still funny today ^_^))

 

*bodies thud into a cart led by a man with a bell.*

*clang*

CART MASTER: "Bring out your dead!"*clang* *...cough cough by people in streets* "Bring out your dead!" *clang* "Bring out your dead!" *clang* "Bring out your dead! Ninepence." *clang* "Bring out your dead!" *clang* "Bring out your dead!" *clangs bell again* "Bring out your dead! *clangs bell one more time* "Bring out your dead!"

CUSTOMER: "Here's one."

CART MASTER: "Ninepence."

DEAD PERSON: "I'm not dead!"

CART MASTER: "What?"

CUSTOMER: "Nothing. Here's your ninepence."

DEAD PERSON: "I'm not dead!"

CART MASTER: "'Ere. He says he's not dead!"

CUSTOMER: "Yes, he is."

DEAD PERSON: "I'm not!"

CART MASTER: "He isn't?"

CUSTOMER: "Well, he will be soon. He's very ill."

DEAD PERSON: "I'm getting better!"

CUSTOMER: "No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment."

CART MASTER: "Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations."

DEAD PERSON: "I don't want to go on the cart!"

CUSTOMER: "Oh, don't be such a baby."

CART MASTER: "I can't take him."

DEAD PERSON: "I feel fine!"

CUSTOMER: "Well, do us a favour."

CART MASTER: "I can't."

CUSTOMER: "Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long."

CART MASTER: "No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today."

CUSTOMER: "Well, when's your next round?"

CART MASTER: "Thursday."

DEAD PERSON: "I think I'll go for a walk."

CUSTOMER: "You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?"

DEAD PERSON: *singing* "I feel happy. I feel happy."

*whop, Dead person falls into cart.*

CUSTOMER: "Ah, thanks very much."

CART MASTER: "Not at all. See you on Thursday."

CUSTOMER: "Right. All right."

*howl*

*clopping of coconuts from a man following a well dressed man* "Who's that, then?"

CART MASTER: "I dunno. Must be a king."

CUSTOMER: "Why?"

CART MASTER: "He hasn't got **** all over him."

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*Itrok looks out of the carriage*

 

Itrok: Plague...vampires...I'm clearly needed.

 

Jiyle: Maybe. I wonder if you could help me find it's source. Supposedly this Tarnnt has something to do with it.

 

Itrok: What do you know about this, K'Warra?

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