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Merry
03-10-2012, 04:16 PM
You find yourself in the middle of a dirt road, about twenty feet across and seeming to stretch on endless both in front of you, and behind. The road is rutted and is hard packed dirt, as if trodden upon for the last 50 years by countless feet, stamping it into lifelessness. On either side of you are single and two story buildings. There are five buildings on one side of the road, and seven on the other. Run down and dilapidated, and some in dangerous look of falling down at the merest hint of a strong wind. Paint is weathered, if there at all, and the colors are dim and dreary. Vegetation is sparse, small little tufts of grass, long past dead but still attached to the earth can be seen at the edges of the road. Welcome to the battle ground called Ghost Town. You have been placed in the circa old west, time period 1800’s.

You will each be allowed to post 3 times, at which point you will find yourself in the middle of a good old fashioned gunfight from the buildings on either side of you. The gunmen will not see you, or respond to you, they are fighting and endless battle against each other, in which you are stuck in the middle of. You cannot go into the buildings, or use them for shelter in any way. You are restricted to the road, in the center of this Ghost town. Good Luck!

Car'mael is first up for posting - Begin!

Isis has until the deadline of 4/26 @ 8:00p.m. est or Car'mael moves on, as our winner.

Car'mael
04-13-2012, 03:25 AM
Some music to set the mood... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_zeiKrRTuk)

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Terhon drifted into town with the breeze, just a tall and shadowy figure silently sliding along the road. Had the place had inhabitants, they might have been somewhat unnerved by his predatory and cold aura, that black-robed shape so resembling Death, the fact that neither robes nor any hint of feet touched the rutted and bare dirt of the ground. However, this town had only ghostly residents who were presently unaware of current activity, let alone travelers passing through. As a result, the forlorn and haunted atmosphere of the place actually rather complimented Terhon’s aura… and made him feel at home.

He could sense the ghosts about, and his cowled head turned side to side curiously as he telepathically marked the denizens’ locations and felt out how preoccupied they were with their long-lost lives. Considering their attention was aimed at each other and did not shift his way, the Mara dismissed them as harmless for the moment. Well, harmless so long as he remained outside their residences, but he was not inclined to bother with the shabby buildings anyway. Shadow-creatures such as he needed permission to enter even their crumpling walls, which he couldn’t get when nobody was alive to do so. One never knew with ghosts if they might change their intent, but it was unlikely for residual hauntings like this and far less likely if he left them and their artifacts undisturbed. Terhon was far more concerned with the living right now, really...

Or, perhaps, finding the living.

The Mara was hungry again.

After that last battle, he had been dropped into this odd world of humans with sophisticated blunderbusses. A few meals had satisfactorily healed his many wounds, but in his hunting he had learned such devices were suitable of staying wary of. A direct shot could penetrate even his armor. Learning that the hard way had been quite unpleasant, and resulted in a couple hours of the Mara painstakingly picking bullets out of his leg and shoulder.

It sucked to do surgery to yourself. In fact, it was annoyingly difficult and painful. Terhon had no wish to do so ever again.

A couple dozen cattle and two farmsteads later, here he was a-wandering again, seeking his next meal. With such small and sparse excuses for shrubbery mostly dead and useless to him, and animal and human life spread wide in search of its own sustenance, a Mara had to wander to find food, and far at that. There was no reason to try hiding or ambushing as was his usual wont when nothing might come along that one location for years. Still, even as he glided into the center of the ghost town, something caught his mental attention and made him stop.

Terhon had noticed someone alive. Or… was it two someones? For some reason, the Mara couldn’t be sure. His telepathy found this extremely odd, like no other encounter with living being(s) before. Curious, he reached out with his mind to poke this/these odd person/s, test their mental shields and determine if he might communicate with it/them to determine the truth. It was something akin to a split personality, as far as he could figure, but he wanted to know more before eating it.

How very interesting. Nothing else in this human world had piqued his curiosity after he figured out the whole method behind killing cowboys without being filled with foreign metal. It was nice to have a new hobby. Especially when it came with the possibility of a free lunch.

Merry
04-28-2012, 02:46 PM
I declare Car'mael the winner and moving onto the next round. Well done!