Gathered Storm Ch.1: God's moving furniture again

[RangerAidan]

Though it was written that the great evil would come to power with the approval of the great nations, widespread resistance to his dominance emerged immediately, being more concentrated in those parts of the world that held tightly to moral traditions and religions. Upon his followers assuming control of the great militaries, wide swaths of resistors were wiped out. The cetral plains of the U.S. including Texas and a fair half of the southeast were the targets of concentrated bombing campaigns that left more than half of the nation's breadbasket charred, cratered wasteland. LIfe did not arise from the nutrient-rich ashes, and instead was steadily snuffed out entirely by the permeating evil of the influence of the Demon-lords. The ground became corrupted and will not bear grass nor tree. The few survivors subsist off crops grown on holy land near churches and cemetaries that have not yet been defiled. Even they are fading into the mountains as the numbers of demons in the wastes grow. As such, the Central Wastes are home only to abominations of flesh and spirit that ceaselessly roam in search of those without the mark (and to be honest, a lot who do have it as well). As well as the plague of evil, the wastes are often blanketed by powerful dust storms lasting for days. The single benefit of living there? Anonymity. Nobody goes there. No marked citizens to report resistance to the authorities and no regular flyovers by demon-controlled spy satellites and planes. It's the perfect place for the unmarked to travel...if they can avoid the demons. Moreso, it's a great place for a warband to prove its mettle in seclusion and unnter inconsequence to the rest of the world.

-March 5th, 2025
-Kansas City (ruins), Central Wastes, Former U.S.A.

There was a joke in the past that you'd say when someone else made a remark that was particularly trite, youd say "that was cornier than Kansas in summer." That kind of humor doesn't really work around these parts anymore. Nope, the cornfields and parking lots alike are all just a blackened husk of what used to be the definition of Middle America. But it's home now. home for a brand-spanking-right-out-of-mom band of fighters with nothing to either lose or prove. They are out for justice, they are out for vengeance, they are out for blood. And their chances are to be ample.

The reddish, dusty sky kept the air cool. A welcome breath to the passengers in the cramped, speeding train heading due west across the Wastes. It was a dangerous trek, and everyone on the train knew it. Maybe not the kids, too young to get any of it anyways, and too likely to be firghtened out of their wits if they were. This is not to say that the nerves of the engineer or the parents looking out the windows at the barren city on the horizon were entirely steady, either. Bad things happened there, and they knew that, too. The city was crawling with horrors that never slept. It was a risk worth taking for the 3 hundred unmarked refugees heading for the Utah mountain Enclaves.

The plume of smoke on the horizon signaled the approach of something alive. Something with meat on its bones, maybe even lots of somethings that scream and cry and run. The demons knew this, and they left their stalking and gnawing on birds and cats to lie in wait by the tracks for opportunity to present itself. Though they felt omnipotent here, the evil of Kansas City didn't know jack shit about the eyes that were watching them. The smoke signaled these friendlier eyes as well.

"They're coming"




ooc:-Alright, now get to it! Intro your character with a monlogue as he waits in the burned out train station. We are to lie in wait for the train to appear, thus forcing the evil to show itself out of the shadows.

[Mintaro]

Richard walks onto the train platform, covered in dust. He is a man of immense proportions. His Hair is long and black, held out of his face by a thick looking leather head band with a symbol in it. He has a sharp nose and strong jawline. His face is complimented by eyes the color of polished gold. He looks to be in his thirties but moves like a young man. His jacket and pants appear to be made out of variouse animal hides, that cover a cotton shirt. His boots make an audible clanking sound, almost like spurs, as his large frame moves across the ground. He carries his large sword in his left hand leaning it up against his left shoulder. His right arm is beneath his jacket.

As Richard stops and looks around he lifts up his sword and slams it into the wooden planking. Kneeling before it he kisses his thumb and crosses himself making sure to press his thumb against his faimly crest on the band he wears upon his forehead. He quietly says a prair in German asking for Gods blessing upon himself and for God to give him and his companions strength on the long journey ahead. He stands up and pulls his sword out of the planking to rest the sword against his shoulder once again. He looks at the group assembled. "I am Richard Gryphon." He says simply. "I fight for God, and for those who have not the strength to fight for themselves."


OOC: I never listed his height and weight 6'8" 280lbs

[TheBlindMime]

Shaun was sitting at on one of the dust covered benches with his arm hanging over its backing. He had his fedora hung low and he was smoking one of his cigarettes. Breathing in deeply with great satisfaction, after all you could die at any time so you should enjoy your vices while you can use them. With the incoming train he was about to see a lot of danger, and there was no way he was gonna die today and not have had his last cigarette.

He pulled out his revolver and flipped out the bullet housing. For once he was thinking ahead With all the demons headed towards us I better have an ace in the hole. Unlike the others who think gods gonna save them I know that I'm all I have. But then again humanity has never been known for accepting the truth when it's right in front of their eyes. He removes a bullet and concentrates on it intensly for a moment. Anyone watching closely could see a faint glow as he channeled his energy into it. The bullet was now a glimmering gold shot, he placed it back into the revolver insuring that it was the final shot out of six. If anything can survive my first five shots I'll insure it wont survive the sixth. His smile widens for a moment till he sees the cherry on his cigarette closer to the filter then he'd like it to be. Dammit, I spent all this time focusing on the bullet, when I should have been enjoying my vice.... One last good puff though.

He takes one last refreshing puff insuring it was good until the last suck, he stands up and spits the cigarette out with his final exhale of smoke. He uses his revolver to nudge his fedora's bill out of his eye showing his huge grin "The names Shaun, I'm a Cavaliere De Luce, but you'll all remember me as the man who saved your lives."

(ooc: i put 10 points into the bullet so the damage modifier is 7.)

[Phobic]

Greg sat on crosslegged on the platform, his rifle across his knees. He was mumbling something to himself, to quiet to be comprehensible. When the sounds of the train could be heard, Greg went silent. He then grabbed his axe and stood, pausing and seeming to weigh the axe against the rifle. After a moment he set the axe down in easy reach, and took his rifle in both hands, taking aim at nothing in particular. Again he mumbled to himself, this time louder than before, "May we survive the day, to celebrate it in the night."

[Kildare]

OOC: I'll appear when the time is right. Do continue.

[lazy man]

John was sitting against the wall of the station, his sword and rifle leaned up against his shoulder as he slept peacefully. To him, being a little closer to nature than others, the air seemed stagnant and almost unbreathable. He could still breath, it just didn't feel right at all. Of course, right now he was in a peaceful dreamworld and didn't care about anything. So peaceful...

Then he heard the train screeching in the distance and snapped awake. Yawning loudly, he clenched his sword and rifle in one hand and stretched out, not nearly awake right now. He really didn't know why he was even here, either. He should have been at home, defending his family. He'd regretted ever leaving. But then he remembered why. Doing something big could mean saving his family just a little bit more time. He always wanted to do something for his home, and this was definitely something. After his little stint of thought, he heard everyone starting to introduce themselves.

"Name's John Orion. And now that that's done with, I'm going to sleep once we get on that damn train." While he was saying that, he was rubbing his chin, which was covered in a growing beard. He really did need to shave, but right now wasn't the time. He'd just let it grow until he got his hands on a razor.

[RangerAidan]

ooc: there seems to be a bit of confusion about the situation...perhaps read my first post again. The good guys are on the train, the bad guys are trying to ambush it and kill everyone aboard. We are going to spoil their little plan.

Brian sat quietly in the top floor of the old station, loading the 8th and final shell into his Remington as he watched the steady approach of the refugee train. Hundreds of lives rested in his and his comrades' hands now. Lives that would continue due to his blood and sweat. It was his way of honoring the memory of his family, but moreso a compulsion of the deepest moral and spiritual underpinnings, and of the will of a greater power within him that pressed him ever onward to do good. The first sound of the oncoming train snapped him out of contemplation and he stood, moving swiftly down the stairs and to the platform where some of the others were waiting.

"Afternoon, everyone, I'm Brian." He said with a matter-of-factly tone. "The train's about 5 minutes out now, and the enemy will be showing any second. They think that they're going to ambush the refugees on that train, so why not set up a little suprise for them?" He said pointedly, the large hatchets dangling from his belt as he climbed a flight of stairs to the observation deck. The enormous window that had once afforded a wonderful view of the hustle and bustle below, had been long since shattered, providing a perfect snper hide and ambush set up. "They may be spawned from the depths of hell itself, but they can get a bit overconfident." He finally remarked as he cleared a spot to fire from, trusting in the accuracy of the first two slug shells loaded in his weapon.

[Mintaro]

Richard looks up at the man and then back at the train. He pulls his arm out of his hidden sling and inserts it into his jacket. Hefting his huge sword into his right hand Richard gets a comfortable grip on it. He surveys his group and notes the aura surrounding the man who just spoke. "all this talk of people dying and saving my life. You'd think God didn't exist." Richard thought to himself. He looked over at the train smoke approaching there position. They would be here very shortly. And so would the enemy.

"By the power wrought in me, the daemons shall perish." Richard stands at the ready to attack the first thing to be deemed a threat. "When they come, let me go in first. You can clean up what my blade leaves behind."

[Incendius]

Gabriyel kneeled on the floor and whispered his prayer "Shema Yisrael Adonai eloheinu Adonai ehad". Gabriyel slowly rose from the floor and picks up his sword. With a swift movement Gabriyel drew his sword out of his scabbard and lifted it in front of his face. "My name is Gabriyel Lieber Mier Isaiah" Gabriyel said as he watched the oncoming train. Unconsciously touching the star of david around his neck Gabriyel says "Let us destroy these demons in the name of God".

[TheBlindMime]

"I'll kill them for the innocents, they don't deserve to be slaughtered or feasted upon. That should be everyones primary goal here, the safety of those people. Personnally I don't care why any of you feel the need to kill them." Shaun had started off quite angry that anyone suggest that god had anything to do with the earth anymore. If they were right and god did exist everyone he wanted in heaven would have been sucked up in the rapture. But fools or not he would need their help to fight off the waves of demons because he can't do it all by himself. "Just as long as we all make sure those demons end up dead, I'm happy."

[Zweihander]

Nathan sat on the ground, leaning against the side of a broken bench. He seemed very out of it, and made no effort to introduce himself or even converse. He simply nodded slightly when Brian had mentioned their goal.

[RangerAidan]

The train ground slowly to a halt in the station. The nerves of the passengers and conductor alike were aflame with fear and anxiety as they realized that the rail switch had been turned to lead them into the service lanes to the side of the main track. The old conductor hopped shakily out of the locomotive with two armed men and began towards the switch with a large prybar, his eyes darting all over.

The entire station was hushed, but for the rustling of what every hope on the train held was the wind. Even amid the light hoot of the breeze through the gutted station, an erie silence pervaded every still moment, and a terrible fear began to overcome the refugees.

The warriors who had met in the station not ten minutes ago were steadily keeping to their hides, but as well felt the now arrived malevolence. It was the odorless stench of evil, the innate ability of hellspawn to insipire fear and despair in all but the stoutest hearts. Demons. With a cruel cackle and growl, one of them clambered out of the shadows on the opposite side of the tracks, its fellows echoing the cry and appearing amid the ruins behind it. The shambling forms of reanimated corpses presented themselves before the train and hobbled forward.

The first demon to show let out a high-pitched roar and stepped forward, a gaping wound instantly exploding into its chest, a second following into the creature's skull as its roar of suprise was cut short by the characteristic bellow of a large-bore shotgun. The shot had glanced off to the side in Brian's haste to repeat fire, taking off the Demon's snout and sending it screaming to the ground.

Brian cocked the weapon again, standing as he let his aura blaze its brightest, and yelled "Hit 'em!!"


ooc: Okay, here it is, proving time. You're facing the obvious Zombies, as well as a fair group of terrors known as Porcine. They're short, stout, and stupid, but not lacking in strength, tenacity, and utter cruelty. Hell's conscripts, if you will. Their bodies are black, filthy and hairy, with large heads resembling a cross between wild boar and crocodile, as well as tails much like those of the latter. They have large, jagged claws and sharp tusks. Those and whatever else I deem fun. Note also that they're not complete pushovers. All demons are tough.

[Kildare]

The warriors and demons were about to do battle, but one warrior remained hidden in a narrow compartment in the train, out of sight. The warrior had been meditating there for the duration of the train's journey. And as the battle commenced, the silent warrior rose from his meditative seat - and disappeared.

Outside, night was now coming upon the land, and darkness began to fill the air. The mysterious warrior now crouched atop one of the train cars, his twin blades removed from it's sheath. There were others and more demons around, he knew, and so he waited - as silently as death - for the opportune moment when he would strike. Why attack now when there could be more defiled ones to kill?

And when the time came, the fearsome warrior thought to himself, he would bathe in the blood of the wretched ones.

With pleasure.

[Mintaro]

Richard rolls his shoulder once and then hops off of the train platform, Having a loud thunk as he lands. He sets off toward the train at a trot increasing his speed with each step until he is at a full out run. It takes him hardly any time at all to make it to the train. He walks up to the men. "Get all your civilians over to the platform." Richard Grabs onto the ladder on the side of the train car. "Your Calvary is already here."

Richard quickly climbs the ladder and stands atop the train car. Richard Stands firmly on the train top looking at the approaching hoard. The Daemons and Zombies all stumble Covering there eyes, hissing in irritation.

"Whats the matter hell spawn. Is the light of God to much for you!!" Richard Bellows. He holds his blade pointing straight at them. "May my blade send you to the next world, Amen!" With that Richard takes a running leap off of the train Rolling across the ground as he hits it. Only to do a righteous cleave through 3 shambling zombies.

[Incendius]

Gabriyel calmy closed his eyes and focused his power. Blade infront of his face he lays a kiss on to the metal "God bless this blade" he says in as he empowers his blade. Swinging the blade down Gabriyel opens his eyes and runs forward. He quickened his pace and jumped on to the ladder. Climbing fastly Gabriyel steps up on the platform. Standing on top of the train and studying the scene Gabriyel exclaims "DEMONS BE GONE" with a lightning fast jump off of the train onto the ground. Kneeling face down and blade in front Gabriyel looks up. Muscles flexing he runs forwards and cleaves the head of a zombie leaving the unholy flesh siziling. Swinging his blade he slices another zombie in half and finish his swing rips a zombie front back to front.

[TheBlindMime]

Shaun was ready for this moment and he knew just what to do, pausing for a moment he suddenly glows brightly, followed by the appearance of armor on him. Standing there as gloriously as a night he suddenly takes off running at full speed towards the train, quickly making the distance but far behind the sword users, they must be used to running into the fray, he thought.

Shaun slides under the junction connecting the engine to the coal train, crouching there to take aim at the dark horde. 5 quick shots ring out each followed by the explosion of a zombies skull followed by the collapse of their rotting corpse's. "I'm so happy I got this laser sight," Shaun jokingly said as he tried to survey what might be worth using his golden bullet upon. "Doesn't seem to be anyone especiall-" Without warning a Porcine's jaws clamp down onto his arm, shaun curses in pain, even through his magical protection he can feel the stress put upon him by this hellspawn. It's claws reaped across the magical steel surrounding him scratching it, forcing it to squel under the strain. "You F***ER!" It was all shaun could shout out from his surprise, those things moved quickly. Shaun slammed the barrel of his gun against its skull, "DIE YOU DEMONIC SCUM!" The shot rings out deafening shaun, the porcines jaws release his arm and it collapses on top of him.

Shaun keeps still for a moment, breathing heavily while trying to regain his bearings, he can hear the battle continuing on without him, the groans of dying zombies, the howls of porcines charging in and the terrified screams of children. Shaun had to get up, he slowly forced the porcine off him, sliding it to the side. He pulled himself backwards across the track, heaving himself out from under the porcine, his legs still pinned he pulls out a speed loader, he reloads his pistol, letting the empty shells drop onto the track. He flips in the speed loader and releases the bullets, flipping it into the chamber, he studied the porcine for a moment.

Whether it was dead or alive, that fact escaped him, but he had stopped it from killing him... that wasn't enough, he fired another shot into its skull insuring its death. His legs felt lighter now, as if it was no longer pinning him. Even near death these things wanted to serve the dark lord, that was the only thing Shaun could respect about them, even if he was about to die shaun had to make that same commitment to the innocents. He stood up on the other side of the train, he pulled out the only empty shell and places in a fresh shot, that bullet could be the one that saved his life. He moved back towards the fray gun in hand ready to take up the fight again and again until he fell.

(ooc: kildare all that waiting for you to enter and you didn't even kill anything.)

[RangerAidan]

Brian charged into the fray only alightly behind the first two, leaping off the observation deck and bludgeoning a Porcine to the back of the head as he fell. The satisfying crack of its skull was dulled by the agony of a failry botched landing, though. Brian forced the pain out and relied on his blessing to keep him moving as he stomped on the beast's neck, the demon squealing in pain as he forced the muzzle of his weapon against its head and fired. He had hardly stepped off the mess when two more charged at him from the side, snarling their excitement at a certain kill. Brian barely extended his shotgun at the one to his right, taking advantage of the gaping maw of the creature and laying the weapon before it, the hot steel barrel lodging itself in its throat as one last shot got off, blasting the hog's brains out behind it before the other beast rammed Brian's side, shattering ribs and spinning him off his weapon with a thud 10 feet back. His side screamed in pain as blood began to soak through his shirts, but he lifted his head, trusting in faith to heal him as he stood and unlatched his large, polished hatchets. His breathing became labored, but he threw the axe from his right hand as though unfazed, the weapon taking an arcing track towards, and lodging itself in the back of a zombie attempting to break open one of the train's doors. The horror moaned in dismay as it lost what rudimentary control of its legs it had left, and toppled to the ground.

Brian spit out the blood in his mouth and looked around, starting to his right to retrieve his gun and exclaimed "they don't want us yet, protect the train!"

[Phobic]

Greg stood on the platform, taking aim with his rifle and putting two bullets into the head of a zombie. After shooting another zombie, he heard heavy footsteps on the platform behind him.

Greg turned just in tim to see the porcine charging charging him. Relaxing and rolling back as the beast slammed into, and over him. He quickly scrambled for his axe as the creature regained its feet. The creature blocked Greg's cleave, and grunted as the blade bit into its arm. It gave a hideous laugh as it tore the axe from Greg's grip. It looked back to find the barrel of a rifle, and the taste of lead as Greg shot the Porcine. He proceeded to shoot the beast until it was nothing more than a quivering mass.

[Mintaro]

Richard Listens to his allies fighting around him. He charges ahead Cleaving through the few zombies that manage to stumble in his way. He moves straight for a group of three daemons. He changes his grip on his blade mid stride and moves into them in a quick spinning attack. "Feel the pain of Heavens Gate!" He shouts as he slides his blade across the chest and arms of the daemons. As his blade hisses across there flesh, it leaves behind a bright silver streak. The Daemons Shriek in pain as they try to cover there faces with there now almost useless arms. There is a moment of confusion as they try to decide if the light of there attacker is worse or the pain he has inflicted.

Richard takes a step back and switches into a thrust stance. He Slams his sword into the chest of one of the Daemons and then shoves up wards tearing the distracted daemon almost in half. He Delivers a kick to the one behind him knocking it back wards. Richard spins his sword around slamming it into the ground for balance. The Third daemon grabs onto Richard Hopeing to get a bite out of him. Richard quickly flips a shotgun out of a holster hidden in his back. He jams it into the creatures mouth. The Daemon bites down hopping to crush through it. Richard just smiles at him, "Feel gods wrath." With that Richard channels energy through his gun Imbuing it with godly strength. He pulls the trigger and blows a whole through the back of its mutated head.

Richard rights himself and pulls his sword out of the ground. He hears the last of the three he attacked running toward the sound of his movements. So he spins around just in time to Slam the sword into the beasts mouth. The creature gnashes and bites at Richard's sword trying to get to him and look through the blinding aura. Richard watches as blood drips out of the creatures mouth onto his blade. "Disgusting creature." Richard comments.



OOC:I kinda figured that the aura worked the way the sun dose. If you look at it, it burns like hell. and blinds you. But not looking at it just seems bright. Also I figure each action with my smites takes about 3-5 seconds depending. So I've been deducting it from the total time acordingly. (13 seconds)

[Zweihander]

Nathan moved from his previous spot to the area where the passengers were fleeing, pointing away from the melee and keeping an eye out for demons. Sure enough, a small group of zombies, about three or four, led by a pig headed his way. The demon let out a inhuman squeal, and charged towards Nate.

He calmly held up his hand, and said a few words in a language that most people would shudder to hear. A sphere of inky darkness convalesced in his palm, which he then threw at his attackers. The keen of eye would note that the bolt looked almost like a skull, screaming in agony. The thing flew towards the lumbering Porcine, then suddenly veered downwards, slamming into its knee, then flying off towards the chests and faces of the zombies. The Porcine faltered slightly, then toppled over in pain.

The flesh around the area where it had been hit was quickly rotting away, and even the bone was starting to turn to dust. What was once a meaty leg was nothing more than a withered stump and a pile of dust that used to be its shin. Looking back on its comrades, it saw that they too were in an even further state of decay. Those that were hit in the chest were now disembodied limbs and heads, and the one that got it in the face was walking towards a wall.

"Ahem." The porcine turned at the man clearing his throat, and was greeted by the end of a staff shoved into its eye. The thing yelled in pain, and writhed on the ground. Pushing the beast onto its back, Nate took a perverse pleasure in driving the staff through the weak bones behind the eye, and puncturing the thing's small brain. He looked up from the twitching corpse and waved the rest of the passengers to safety.

((The cost for Night Fall was 9 + 2 for each target. If the cost for the initial hit is included in the base cost, then it was four zombies and a porker. If not, then it was three zombies and a porker. No matter what, I just used 17 PP in glorious necromantic power. At least I've got flair, damnit.))

[Kildare]

OOC to BlindMIme: That's because the REAL threat hasn't appeared yet.

OOC to RangerAidan: I hope you don't mind me adding a little more "fun", don't you?

EDIT: hehe, sorry.

BiC:


And now is the time to strike.....

Out from the shadows, the hidden warrior leaped out with blazing eyes and unmatched fury, his twin blades glowing in the darkness, one in shining yellow, the other in ruby red. Out came Vengeance on the left, taking the head of an unfortunate zombie who just happened to be right beneath where the warrior landed, it's body turning into crisps of ash. Redemption followed from right, nicking a demon in the chest. It was only a slight injury, but the repercussions that came from the holy blade was death, as Redemption drained the demon's unworthy soul from it's shell, and the demon fell dead to the ground with a gurgling sigh.

"Though my spirits walks through the valley of the shadow of death," The warrior whispered to himself, Vengeance turning another demon into ash. "I shall not falter..." Redemption once again followed and plunged deep into the heart of yet another demon. Without stopping to even look, the warrior, filled with blood-lust and battle fury, leaped straight towards the direction of another demon, twin blades coming down to mark a bloody X on the demon's chest. The demon's eyes widened and looked confused, as if it was unsure of what happened to it. Then it too, burned into ash like the others before it.

But even with the fury of this holy warrior, there were dozens and dozens of other demons, and the light warriors will have a hard time to battle them....

[lazy man]

John took a shot at a zombie that was pretty close to the train, hitting it in the head. It was kind of a lucky shot, but it didn't really matter, he still had other work to do. Taking aim at another zombie, he didn't notice a porcine coming up behind him until it was a little too late. He managed to pick up his sword and draw it, trying to slash it at the head of the demon, but he only managed to get it to bite down on the blade very hard, and it seemed like a little too much for the blade to handle. He saw a crack starting to form down the middle where it was biting down. Closing his eyes, John started to feel a boiling hatred making its way up to the surface.

"No, you won't kill me here you demonic piece of crap. I can' die to a little thing like you!" With that, he poured all of his hatred into the beast, being shown by a reddish glow between him and the porcine. He could see it start to twitch a little as he poured the energy into it, but it was very quickly that it let go squealing in pain, a deep, black burn mark on its face making it obvious where all of it had come from. It obviously had suffered from more, he knew it, but it still wasn't down.

"Tell your friends in Hell I'll be waiting for them," John mumbled as he put a bullet into the porcine's head, finally ending it. He looked at his sword. It was useless now, what with a crack in it and everything. Tossing it aside, he went back to work on shooting zombies.

ooc: The sword didn't really fit with his character very well and was kinda bugging me, so there's my reasoning to destroying the stupid little thing.

As for the Ill Will, I put 14 points into it. So burning and pretty bad tissue damage meant major pain for the demon before a bullet to the head.

[TheBlindMime]

Shaun stumbled into the fray pistol whipping a zombie he watched it fall to the ground, its impact onto the ground was quickly followed by a bullet impacting its skull. He fired round after round into the swarm of zombies, some clipping their chins other removing great portions of their skulls, watching the damned fall one by one was good for the spirit. Shauns attacks went unrebutted, no zombie could close in quickly enough to get him before he fired, but being 4 shots down it was almost time to reload. Shaun was surrounded now, the zombies never rushed him they slowly encircled him, he had fallen into the simplest trap, one that even the mindless could understand.

Shaun pointed his revolver through the least amount of zombies to freedom and grinned. Focusing his energy into his pistol it glowed a vibrant gold, "Be gone." he said as the zombie's grasped at his armor in a vain attempt to feed on his flesh. They pulled at him, grappled with him, they tore at him, the roar of the gun could be heard over their hoarse lifeless cries. Their corpses were rendered by the blast, the flash ripping them limb from limb. Spliting what was left of them he made his way out the zombies pushing backwards towards the train, he whips around to fire the final round from his gun into an unsuspecting zombie when he sees Richard trying to stave off a porcine. Shaun takes aim and fires the shot into the skull of the beast.

Shaun grew tired of reloading, there were more creatures then he had bullets. He holstered his gun and removed his axe from his back, "All right whose first, do you wanna piece no jaw, or how about you one arm?" The zombies shakely moved forwards as their masters urged them on. "No jaw it is." And with that Shauns axe came down.

(ooc: With the 10 for the bullet, the 8 on the armor and the 7 on the gun that puts my pp down to 2. Just so you know I'm still keeping track.)

[Mintaro]

Richard hears a gunshot ring out and then watches the Porcines head practically explode around his sword. "Stay in hell this time." Richard spits at the beast, waving to whomever had shot the creature. Richard looked around to see where the largest congragation of daemons was. He looks over to see a huge group of zombies surrounding a man with an Ax. Richard changes his hold on his sword so that it trails behind him and he runs off towards the zombies.

Richard moves swiftly towards his goal, his boots clinking quickly as he runs. When he makes it to the zombies he stops and dose a backspin with the sword compleatly reversing his momentum. He removes the head of the first zombie and it flies off over the train. Richard quickly brings his sword down and cuts another zombie in half from head to toe using his Righteous Cleave. "Mindless creatures of the dark. Be gone from this relm."


OOC:16

[RangerAidan]

ooc: absence due to travel...oops

Brain strode, wheezing slightly but feeling the pain in his chest slowly diminish, to the paralyzed zombie as the rest of the warriors made kills that sent the remaining demons fleeing and their undead minions into disarray. He yanked the bloodied hatchet from the creature and swiped its head in two to finish the job. He called to the conductor, who had taken refuge inside "It's safe for less than five minute, get out here!"
The aged man hobbled out of the locomotive, a rifle-bearing man at his side, and spoke with a slight quiver "thank you so much, take this crowbar and use it to turn the track switch over there, and we'll gladly have you aboard if you'd like." He pointed to a a metallic depression between the service tracks and the main line about 50 yards to their east. "The gears are likely frozen, so you'll need a fair bit of strength to open it." Brian responded "just doing out jobs, but tell me one thing first, where is the next stop on this line?"
"Before the Rockies, Las Vegas, but we're taking the switch after this one to proceed south of the city."
"Perfect. You have our thanks" He said, turning with the bar in hand and yelled "Oy, which of you can bend Iron with your teeth?" as a piercing wail grew from the city center.

[Mintaro]

After a few minutes of slicing up daemons he hears a man calling out for a help. Richard sees that the man he was helping already can take care of himself. So he moves over to find out what he needs. The man explains about the pry bar and Richard sees it. "That shouldn't be a problem." Richard moves over to the strong bar and slams his sword into the ground. He Grabs hold of it in his huge hands and sets his feet. With a huge heave Richard very slowly begins to move the bar.





After several minutes of pushing the bar it creaks and the gears move into place. "Time to go!" Richard bellows. Moving over to the train door. "Everone inside! I'll hold the door!"