Last of His Kind - RP

[Darkfox]

Back with Lupine and others Kite kneels down "I will not lie, you look like hell, what has happened to thee?"

[Ben]

Glancing over his shoulders, and hearing a din of disorder coming from the outside, Gem wonders what Ill bred magic is in play this night....returning his attention to the lupine....

"Doest ye remeber attacking  me, Mutt? I assumed not....I was out of my character, not slicing yer belly open.....But I could see in yer eyes..........."


Looking at Kite...."Hell?.....He looks rough, but Hell is not the word Id use......Huge is more fitting...That Demon Imp from the sewers Levitated Him, and He inflated like the Bag on a Hot air balloon....."

[Darkfox]

"I don't think the Imp has anything to do with it." Kite answered. "What was this imp like anyway?"

[Ben]

"What was he like?.......Hmmm...."

Gem pondered the question.......

"Strangely enough, He speaks much the same as you would....His Dicton, Anyhow.......A foul creature.......He said that He was a Demon......Trapped in the body.....And Remarked that the Lupines thoughts were not his Own......"

Gem, Scrutinizingly Glaring at Kite.....

"Come to think of it......hmmm.........Never mind........"


"There is a Commotion about town....I heard Thunder cracking....Wed best get this Dog-beast walking again, and He can explain Himself On the way........Id suggest we head to the town Church.....I know the padre there.....He would Help us, Im sure."

Gems analitical Glare, still fixated on Kite....Wilst gems thoughts brewed far fetched Ideas about the Imps Identity.......Strangely, the More far fetched they were, the more believable his theory became.......

"I think I know your little secret, Kit...." Gem thought to himself.

[Grandy]

 "Our kind is not welcome anywere, if you stop to think about that." the once hippie said.
 The undeads attacked all at once, while Atikkus sneaked behind holding his scythe.

[Ben]

Without notice, And in Quite an Aloof nature, Gem Turned, and Left the Inn, Not waiting for a resonse from the group.....

Once out the Door, Gem lets out a Whitsle from his lanyard, and Outstretches His Gloved Arm.....

A massive Great Grey owl Swoops Out of Nowhere, and Perches On Gems Arm.......
It seems as if the Owl Is whispering a message in Gems Ear....But common sense Begs to differ......still though...
With that, Gem Turned to the Rest of the Group, Still in his line of sight and voice, from the Open Inn door.....

"I must Go...There is Trouble at the Church, and a Dear friend of mine is In danger......I emplore you to Follow Behind....and follow quickly!!!"

And with that, the owl, and Gem Sped down the street, the Birsd Great wings swooping just a few feet above gems Head....Suprisingly enough, it seems Gem has no problems Keeping pace with the Massive owls great stride

[Drace]

"Attikus!" Locke shouts when he spots him. "Help me destroy these infidels who condem the church!"

[Grandy]

 "Those infidels are with me, what you did to the priest back there?!" Atikkus raised the scythe.

[Darkfox]

Kite chases after Gem at great speed, he snags his sword and a bag of somthing heavy along the way. He looks up at the sky, taking notice to the thunder and lightning "Strange...".

[Dragonium]

Verde punches in through the door of the church, seeming to be completely unaffected by the alcohol. He is alone, Rise having already gone back to the Inn. "Attikus", calls Verde, "What the hell are you doing?". His eyes fall to the corpse of the priest, and he frowns. "Locke, you know you shouldn't kill the villagers. It's considered bad mann --".

A zombie with an axe takes a swing at him; he ducks under the attack, and forms a fireball in his hand, burning away the cadaver. He wavers slightly, wobbling on his feet. "Agh... I forgot how hard magic is with alcohol...", he whispers, steadying himself on a pew. He strides towards Attikus, raising a hand to use another spell, when the necromancer grabs him by the shoulder and throws him with surprising strength against the wall.

[Drace]

"Wait! You said I killed the Priest?" Locke asks Attikus, saying 'I' louder than the rest. I found him here and when your 'undead' came in.

[Darkfox]

The young priest is a ways away, a little ways down the street, he yells out "Your sword and clothes are stained with his blood murderer!"

[WarxePB]

"Murderer?" The orange-haired man from before is standing in the shadows, behind the priest. "If ya want revenge, I can help ya... for a fee, o' course."

[Darkfox]

"Revenge...?" The young priest questioned.

The old man from the pub walks up with his walking cane and glances over the place, he pulls out a small pair of glasses and puts them on. "Oh my, sombody was killed? Surely it wouldn't have been... no... thats not him." the old man mumbled. "What is it that is going on here?"

[WarxePB]

The orange-haired man looks at the young priest.

"See, I'm tryin' to pay off my tab at the pub, so I do a lot o' freelance stuff. Treasure huntin' n' assassinations n' the like. So, if ya pay me a bit, I'll do whatever ya want..." He pulls out a chain with a small grappling hook attacked to it. "Anythin' ya want."