The unholy plan.

[Lulu Chaos]

----> This is going to be a fantasy type of roleplay <----


◘ Rules ◘

• No God Modding or Power Playing
• No one liners
• Please, if you cannot make a post more then three sentences then Don't post.
• No Puppeting any minor NPCs as well as any other characters. I will allow small amouts of puppeting with some of my extra NPCs. But, don't go crazy on me with it.
• Please, if you don't understand something.. PM me or the PC who posted the confusing post.
• Only talk in OOC// when asking to join.
• Please be respectful to the other players during combat, I'm sure you gun is awesome and you can handle a sword even better. But, play fair and take punches when they happen. I mean, even the toughest guy can fall from a hit and stay down for a few rounds.

••• Please make your intro post at least two paragraphs.. the more we know about whats going on with them, the better. Thanks ☺

Pre-Plot:

Before we start our journey you receive an anonymous letter stating this:

It is of great importance that you join us on the 13th of October in the great and beautiful Abaddon wood. There you shall be going up against others of your level and greater, to reach and kill the powerful Manishion to most of you is known as Mammon.. The one who completes this task shall not only gain his powers and his knowledge, but also will be at the debt of the Great Oder of Katishe. And if the winner does so wish, will be rewarded $100,000,000.000 as a small thank you.

Please know, that this reward will be given to only one. So do whatever it takes to get to the center of the wood.

"No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon"

In life and in death, may the Holy one guide you.

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Now it is your choice to go, will you?

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Now on with the story plot:

Upon arrival an elderly man stands before you in a rather thick looking hooded robe, with little expression upon his wrinkled face. "Good evening." He says smugly. "I am glad that you have made it here tonight. Please do not be alarmed by the appearance of the woods, they aren't as gruesome as they appear to be." With that the old man lets out a small chuckle. "Now, I would ask that you please wear this robe." He says as he pulls an identical looking robe to his out of a wooden crate. "And please, do leave the hood up as long as you can. We wouldn't want the spirits within the wood to know exactly who you are." He adds with an evil grin. "The night is young, we do hope you can complete the task at hand before sunrise." The old man pauses briefly as a small shallow howl echo's from within the woods. "Oh, and another thing... Be on your guard as you enter. For you aren't the only one in there." He spoke almost as if this were to be the last time you were to hear a civil voice. Just as he finished up his instructions, two men come up behind you and escort you to a small opening into the woods. "Here we are." They say quickly as they rudely push you toward a tree. "Good luck." They say as they begin to walk away hurriedly.

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Oh and I'll be interjecting every now and again as different NPC's to throw a little curve ball everyones way.... I hope this is alright

My IC post will come once I have people wanting to join (^.^)

[Lulu Chaos]

The scornful night brought great blood lust to those who had been seeking out such a night as this, a night that was such a great rarity coming only once every three years. The moon would roost itself on the soft horizon as the redness from it would call all who allowed it’s shallow cries to he heard. Even the wind would aid its purpose by carrying the tainted cries swiftly upon its back to each unquenchable ear waiting patiently in the shadows. The air was thick as if someone had laid a blanket over the earth in hopes that it would stay warm on such a deathly cold night. To breathe in was like breathing in your own breath while having your mouth covered by your hands, each breath becoming thicker with each inhale. The thick mist seemed to part ways as slender shadows moved silently though its thickness as the moon hung above their hooded heads as they made their way to the center of the thick forest. Its trees would come alive as if only to mock them for being such ignorant looking creatures walking in a place that most fear to even utter the words of. The only noises to break the silence of the still night were that of the rustling of leaves underneath the seemingly swift footsteps of those whose intentions seemed to be mainly toward getting to the center of the forest’s cunningly hidden fortress, where the face of evil waited to be unmasked by a fearless foe.


A sudden and overwhelming sound of approaching heartbeats made Makani stop in her tracks and dodge quickly underneath a withering tree. She had to push back her large hood just enough to allow her eyes to see around her. She knew that these woods were full of great evil, and the reason she was here she still wasn't quiet sure of herself. All she knew was in the center of it all was a terrible creature named Manishion, who if he wasn't stopped would take over the word and not only get rid of her kind; but others as well. Hearing some more rustling she reached down for her dagger and jumped up on the branch of the withering tree, so she could get out of harms way. Her eyes scanned the foggy surrounding for anything that might be out there, "Come on, I know your out there." She thought to herself as she placed her hand on the handle of her gun.

[Sai Yuk]

Vincent landed softly a few hundred feet from the forests edge. Not only was the fog horribly thick, but he could feel the tide of reality slamming against his head. This forest was not something to be taken lightly. He placed his hand on his head and winced a little in pain. "The disruption is so harsh here... I've not seen anything like this in many... many years." he said with a slight smile. "This ought to be interesting."

He approached the old man and took his cloak. As the old man handed him his cloak, Vincent studied the mans aura. ~. . . This man studies the demonic arts.~ He thought to himself, feeling the different energy the mans aura gave off. Before he left as the man said his farewell, Vincent gazed into his eyes, but only for a passing moment. He turned and put his cloak on, drawing the hood.

~Those eyes...~ he thought to himself, now slightly taken off by the man. ~Something was strangely familiar about him... who does that man follow.~ he thought, slowly walking into the grove of trees the seemed to get tighter and tighter.

He stopped suddenly. The hooded figure stood, illuminated by the moonlight in the dense fog. His breath the only thing seen coming out from his hood. The head tiled up, just enough to see the glow of his charcoal gray eyes pierce the dark veil of his cloak. He stood there for a moment... motionless, and gazing into the trees, as if he was looking right at something, staring it down.
"...I don't think you expected me to be here. Well... are you ready... Brother?"
Any one within his vicinity at that moment could feel something... that feeling when the hair stands up on the back of your neck, and you get a horrid chill. Then, just as If it was the oceans tide, it quickly faded away; as did Vincent.