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The Stranger would get Dyanah's hand slapped across his face and his hand immediately shoots up and holds the cheek which he was slapped on. He lets out a growl of pain while he stares at the wound woman shouting at him, going on about how she and her friends are not alright and how that he shouldn't of been laughing as the people who live in this town were killed and their homes burned. His expression would lightly as he pushes himself up, his cheek very red as he removes his hand from the location of the slap and watches the woman walk off with her mule. The man then turns as someone with a rather odd accent falls to his knee's and asks for help.

Benepal: The Strange man who has now just be slapped by Dyanah turns to look down at you while you are on your knee's. He then places his left hand on one of your shoulders and says very calmly and quietly. "I am un-able to help you with that young sir, we would not be able to get there in time to stop them from killing your father. I could of maybe made it in time if my horse was no wounded but he has been by a beastman's axe. So i am afraid i am un-able to help you and it is far to late, i am sorry." With that the man turns away and walks off after Dyanah. You remain on your knee's and are over come with anger and grief. In the distance you can hear the rumbling of hooves and wheels getting closer.

Nysard: As you are swallowed by the darkness that comes with passing out, you can hear the voices of people cheering and shouting around you getting quieter and quieter until all is silence. You are dreaming of your family, about growing up within the town and meeting your friends. You are remembering the good old days before the beastmen arrived and the battle plays over and over in your mind for the entire time that you are being tended to. You are asleep for what seems an eternity but in truth you wake up around twenty minutes later with priestess finishing tending to your wounds. Everyone seems to be in shock from what happened AFTER you passed out. It is a good idea to find out what happened.

Aldegar: The rage and anger that has overcome you is immense, it is willing you to go out and slaughter all those who have done this to you and your family. In the back of your mind you can hear whispers from dark voices urging you on to kill and slaughter everything that you can. You need to silence these voices before their whispers become shouts but first you must deal with the three beastmen infront of you. The first of the three charges at you and swings for your head in a large clumsy arc, it is easily dodged and you quickly break open its chest with the blade of your axe. The second then charges at you and aims to impale your chest with its crude looking sword, you barely manage to twist your body out of the way before cracking open its skull and spilling its brains onto the ground. Third and finally is the beastman with the shreds of your sisters clothing on its claws, it is letting out a manic laughter that only enrages you more, its time you finish this. (the below is for after you kill it and go outside)
After finishing off the beastman you go outside to be confronted with the remains of the battle, the huge minotaur would be dead with its throat sliced open, the survivors would be checking among the dead for any wounded and for some strange reason Dyanah is shouting at the stranger after having slapped him. In the distance you can hear the rumbling of hooves and wheels getting closer.

Keira: The other sisters are telling you to go about and help what people you can as they deal with the severity of Nysard's wounded which are far beyond what you can manage at the moment. From the corner of your eye you can see Aldegar coming out of a building holding his chest and looks like he needs some help as he may have a broken rib or two. Dyanah you can see has just slapped a strange man in a red trench coat and she is shouting at him but you cant hear why. In the distance you can hear the rumbling of hooves and wheels getting closer.

Felix: The priestess finally let you out of the temple to go help bring in the wounded from the battle that just raged on outside. As you go outside you can see a total stage of carnage, there are dead men and beastmen everywhere with the giant body of a minotaur in the middle which has had its throat torn open by a boot knife. The strange man in red has just been slapped by Dyanah and has just been shouted at by her before she turns off to walk away with her mule. Nysard is just coming out of a building holding his chest and looks like he needs some help getting to the temple, Nysard is laid on his back being tended to by priestess's. Benepal is on his knee's crying with anger and grief at something the stranger as said. Keira is moving about helping tend to the wounded aswell. In the distance you can hear the rumbling of hooves and wheels getting closer.

Dyanah: As you stand there with your mule weeping the strange man walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder before saying something very quiet in a soft soothing voice. "I am sorry if it seemed if i was enjoying myself at the expense of yourself and everyone else. I was merely lost in the heat of the moment and remembered something that was said to me when i was young. I didnt mean to offend you miss. The slap which you delivered brought me back to my senses. It also isnt every day i get slapped by a beautiful young woman." The stranger seems to be wearing his hat again and he takes it off doing the odd bow again, placing the hat to where his heart is and bowing before standing up straight again. You can clearly see the red mark where your hand connected with his face. You could apologize but it is entirely up to you. In the distance you can hear the rumbling of hooves and wheels getting closer, as the noise gets closer you see a black coach drawn by four black horses come flying around the corner, what is even more shocking is that your father is the one directing the coach, the expression on his face is completely blank and his eyes devoid of all emotion as he nearly runs you, the stranger and your mule over. He doesnt even hear any of your calls or cries out to him.

Everyone: A black coach comes flying around the corner as the noise of horses hooves and wheels gets nearer. The coach itself is being pulled by four very dark and evil looking horses and directing them is Dyanah's father who has a completely blank look on his face, he doesnt even acknowledge any calls out to him and almost runs over Dyanah, The Stranger and Dyanah's mule. As the coach goes by you can all see four figures inside, two are almost completely masked by shadow but the other two however can be seen banging on the doors of the coach and screaming. Everyone can clearly see its Jenna and Kristen(Felix's Sister and Nysard's Sister). They both have tears streaming down their cheeks and have the look of complete and utter terror. You then all see the stranger pull out both of his pistols and fire at the coach aiming for the side where the two masked people are. After missing both he would yell in annoyance and rage before collapsing to his knee's. On this most terrible night where beastmen attack, and young girls are kidnapped. Only one man seems to know exactly what is going on, the Strange man in red. You ALL have questions for him and will be expecting answers.
 

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Kais sword found its mark and clove the beastmans skull in two, elated at making his first kill Kai swung his shield around to block another blow. But as he turned a huge shape came towards him swinging a giant axe at him. Time slowed for a moment as he watched the axe coming towards him, his body woulndt respond, he was certain this was the end. But an ungor was suddenly pushed into the axes path and killed in his stead, the guard who has pushed the ungor into the blow turned to Kai and started to yell somethin at him but was then cut in half by the wielder of the weapon. As the two halfs of the guard fell to the flaw Kai finally saw his assailant. A Minotaur, he had only read about them, half believing them to be a myth, but the terrifying creature was here, snorting in rage and killing anything that got close. The Guard Captain ordered everyone to pull back away from the creature. As Kai fell back with the others the minotaur seemed to bellow out a challenge to someone. That someone appeared to be the stranger, who stepped forward with a look of relish to meet the challenge. Kai again wondered how the stranger was connected to all of this, but more pressing matters were at hand, several gors and ungors were heading towards the temple.

Kai braced himself again and charged at the beastman. He swung low at one and cut off its leg, as it fell to the floor he stabbed his sword down through its chest to finish it off. He raised his shield to block an attack by another attacker and blocked the powerful swing. His entire arm jarred with the force of the impact due to Kais inexperienced grip on the shield. Another defender quickly killed the beastman before it could press the advantage however. Kai continued to fight, trading blows with a Gor for a time, gaining a deep cut across his forearm. The Gor was suddenly distracted by the other beastman bellowing out in rage and despair. Kai saw that the stranger had killed the Minotaur and the other beastman were beggining to flee. He used the distraction to decapitate the Gor as the battle ended. The stranger walked back towards the temple with grin and said somethin to Dyanah, whatever he said clearly did not sit well with her however as she slapped him hard across the face. Kai still panting heavily from the adrenaline still flooding through his system could only watch for the moment as the stranger composed himself and headed off after Dyanah.

He was about to head back into the temple to have his wounds tended to when he heard the thunder of hooves and wheels draw close. He turned to see a coach being pulled by fearsome horses thunder around the corner, being directed by Dyanahs father with a blank look on his face. As the carriage went past he noticed figures inside, two he could not recognise due to the darkness but with a shock he saw Kristen inside screaming and banging on the door. This was disturbing and terrible in itself but nothing compared to who the other person was. Jenna. Her eyes locked onto his and she screamed his name. Kai screamed out in anguish and tried to run after the coach but it was going too fast. He collpased to his knees in despair, Jenna was alive, but kidnapped by something sinister. He heard the snap of pistols and turned to see the Stranger firing at the coach. Again suspicions flooded his mind. The Stanger had arrived moments before the attack, sat calm and unconcered in the corner of the taverns as everyone else fled in panic, has rallied some of the town against the attackers as if he knew how to fight them, had been singled out by the minotaur alone and defeated it. He knew something, he was somehow connected to the attack and now Jennas kidnapping. Kai, still pumped up from battle sprinted over to the Stranger and went to punch him in the face. "What do you know?!?!" Kai screamed at him "Why were you here, why did they single you out?!"
 

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Not at the Stranger there was nothing he could do, it was directed at himself and at the Beastman. His Father was out there in the woods with those....those things! It was his falt why didnt he know better? why didnt he go after his father when he had the chance?
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All that Benepal had ever loved was gone. In his anger Benepal got to his feet after the stranger had gone and went into fit of rage, hacking into the deceased Beastmans bodies and throwing his shield as hard and as far as he could towards the fleeing beastman.

Then something very, very evil happened Benepal could feel it before he could even see it, the men around him must have felt it to because they shivered in some sort of instinctive fear, personally Benepal was to to angry to be scared. A black coach swings around the corner it is being lead by four creatures so sinister that they might as well be demons from the foulest pits of hell. The Worst part was that Jenna and Kristen were inside. Benepal broke into a run after all that had happened today there was no way he was going to to let this coach get away. Benepal ran to intercept it, the stranger had appeared behind it with pistols in hand firing on it. Benepal managed to get infront of it and raise his sword, to no avail it came on and he was blow back by some force which he had never experienced before, some sort of powerful magic or a basic survival instinct built into his brain. Either way he feet left the ground and he was thrown into the dirt at the side of the road, the Coach went on leaving Benepal in the dust.

Greif it was all he had left the village was gone his Father was most likely dead in a ditch somewere and now he couldnt even save the poor girls that the coach had made off with. Benepal weeped in sorrow, when all was said and done he had failed.
No there was still hope, mabye just mabye if he could get some friends together they could go after it at least then something good would come of his failure.
Benepal got up and ran into back towards the villagers. Kai seemed just as upset as himself as he had just assaulted the stranger. "Kai!" he yelled, Benepal knew that Kai was the stable boy mabye he would know if any of the horses had survived.
But he was talking to the stranger, Benepal approuched and decided that while he had time he wanted some answers himself.
"What in Sigmar's name was that!"
 

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Darkness engulfed his mind as he sunk into the abyss. Voice inside his head, strangely familiar, in some part of his mind he knew that he wont be hearing those voices anymore. Slowly things got brighter and brighter until he could clearly see. He first quickly checked himself he was not harmed at all. He wondered if all that happened was just a dream. Quickly looking at his surroundings he noticed that he is laying on his bed in his room. Remembering the beastmen's attack Nysard quickly got up and ran outside. Everything was back to normal no burning buildings, the gate was unharmed and every dead face he remembered was alive and well. "Sardi! come inside, Iv'e made some cookies (XD)", quickly rushing back to his house he saw his whole family sitting around the table, smiling, enjoying... Alive... "It was all a dream...", he muttered. He quickly sat down, smiling at his family, he starting talking with his family remembering days of old. Grabbing a cookie he was about to put it in his mouth when he heard his mother, "We love you. All of us", smiling back, he only nodded putting the cookie in his mouth. The cookie tasted strange, it had the taste... Nysard couldn't put his mind on... It was... It was...BLOOD!

As quickly as he went into the god blessed silence of consciousness he came back. Instinctively he tried to stand up but the pain was to immense. The vile reality came back, a dream inside a dream, the stone cold fist of reality hit him in the face, he had to family, they are all dead. He only fully realized it now. He was shocked. A tear rolled from his right eye, the taste of blood was strong in his mouth so he spat, blood came out of his mouth covering his already blood stained shirt in new layers of blood. His wounds were still severe, he looked and saw that he was tended by one of the temple priestess's. "Thank you!", he muttered silently. The priestess was just finishing tending his wounds. They will take time to heal, but at least he wont get infected by some god-forsaken disease. He slowly stood up, the pain was immense but he was withstanding it without a word as he saw that no one was smiling anymore, the cheers that with them he passed into unconsciousness were long gone. Everyone were shocked, confused, some even scared. Along his sadness and grief intrigue rose. He spotted Aldegar among the people around. He looked terrified and even more sad then before. Aldegar? Wha...Whats going on? What happened? Didn't we win the battle?!"
 

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It was like someone had poured red coloured water into his eyes as the anger overtook him. Muscles in Aldegars neck bulged and his face contorted into a snarl that nearly rivaled the faces of the three beasts in front of him. Everything felt slower, like the air had been replaced with animal fat. The farmhand thought he could hear whispers coming from someone behind, but there was only a wall there, so that was impossible. Then the whispering was coming from right in front of him, but no one was speaking. Closing his eyes with some effort, Aldegar began calling out to Sigmar, Shallya, even the death god Morr. As if breaking some spell, the world returned to normal speed and the whispers were gone.

Aldegar had absolutely no time to put any thought into what just happened, nor would he; best to forget such things. In a flash, he and one of the three creatures were upon each other. The thing swinging out for his head, forcing the farmhand to duck low before ramming the blade of his axe into its chest in a two handed grip. The force of the blow jarred both his arms, but his own momentum allowed Aldegar to keep moving forward, and with a grunt he managed to lift the beast up over his shoulder, the axe coming free from the bone.

Panting hard from the attack, Aldegar was caught off guard by the next beastman. It brought a rusty sword forward to try and take him through the heart, and Aldegar only just managed to block the blow with his axe. The force of the blow cast him to the ground, flat on his ass, and the farmhand was forced to roll to the side in order to avoid a downward stab. Kicking out, the farmhand was rewarded with a bestial scream, his boot connecting with the things leg and making it fall down. Seizing the moment with speed likely afforded only by his burning rage, Aldegar smashed the blunt end of the axe into the creatures head, a cry of pain overshadowing the terrible sound of bone cracking and a hot stream of liquid gushing all over the farmhand's hand and axe.

Scrambling to his feet, Aldegar got a sight of the third beastman; it was making some sort of noise at what it had witnessed. Was it laughing? Not actually caring, the farmhand charged this final beast, swinging out wide and only catching air, and then something hit him from his side. A blinding pain that drove him to the ground with a scream of pain. Rolling onto his back brought tears of pain to his eyes, and to his horror Aldegar saw blood coming from a wound caused by the last creature. And then it was on him, literally; something, some madness, had gripped the damn thing and after cutting him it had tossed aside the blade and was content with trying to tear out his throat with its teeth.

Powerful hands scratched at his face, looking to take his eyes, and it was all Aldegar could do to keep the things head at bay. His one arm holding the beast back up by the throat while his other grasped the soil, looking for something, anything, to use as a weapon. Trying to thrash to the side, Aldegar felt his fingers wrap around something hard and rough. With a cry, he grabbed the object and hit the beast in the side of the head with it, noticing his weapon to be nothing more than a stone. It took two more hits, but the beast fell off him, and Aldegar rolled on top of it, ramming the rock into its face repeatedly until he was hitting the ground.

The tears, the pain, it just wouldn't stop; even though he had killed those responsible for the deaths of his family, they were still dead and nothing would bring them back. What did he have now? Nothing that's what! A foolish idea to throw his life, his dreams, away for some girl! What about his family? What would this have done to them, their son stealing away some girl in the middle of the night? Would they have thought him to coward to go through with joining the navy?

Despite everything going on, Aldegar sat there, his head dipping into his chest, for long minutes until it finally hit him. Kristin, she might still be alive! His family might be gone, but in the end he still had her, he still had someone to care for, someone who would need him once all this was over. Grabbing the axe that had previously fallen from his grip, Aldegar got back to his feet, forced to grit his teeth and use the wall of the building for support. The sight before him was amazing, the beastmen were in dissaray and the giant monster lay on the ground dead. Others of the village were searching the dead, likely or survivors or for weapons that could be used should they have to fight again. Not like they would need them, the fighting had to be over, that thing must have been the leader after all.

Walking back to the others, Aldegar winced with each step, the pain in his chest really hurt now. All he wanted to do was find Kirsten and keel over from exhaustion, but first he needed someone to look him over. Who knew what kind of damage that thing had done when he had been thrown away. Aldegar noticed Dyanah again, shouting something to the strange man in the red clothes, and then she suddenly slapped him across the face before running off. Despite the pain, Aldegar had to smile a little, though it faded pretty quick; guy probably tried to bed her or something. Slumping down near the man, Aldegar waited for someone to check him over, just sitting there and watching, trying to look tough even though his insides were screaming a fair share.

Without any warning that Aldegar was aware of, a great black coach drawn by four steeds with the look of death about them came bounding into sight. The thing nearly ran over Dyanah and the stranger, who must have gone up after her when Aldegar was looking at other things. However it was the occupants within the coach itself that put some strength back in Aldegar's body and got him to shoot up. There, trying to get out and with a look of utmost terror, was Kristen and Jenna, Kai's sister. It got everyone's attention, Kai calling out to his sister while Aldegar shouted Kirsten's name in the coach's wake. No! After everything she was taken from him!

"No, please Sigmar no!" Aldegar yelled to no one in particular. "Aldegar? Wha...Whats going on? What happened? Didn't we win the battle?!" The voice called from behind him, and thats when it Aldegar that he had not seen Nysard amongst the others. Turning around to his friend, Aldegar could not look Nysard in the face, and acting on instinct he lashed out at the man, not through fists but instead through words. He did not have the strength to move that much. "They took her you bastard! They took Kristen, stole her away in that death coach. Probably to feast on her and Kai's sister, and its all that whoreson's fault!" That last he shouted while pointing to the stranger being hit by Kai.
 

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Guinevere’s solid warmth against her cheek, the earthy scent of mule filling Dyanah’s nose, and the low rumble of Guinevere’s breathing were a comforting familiarity that she clung to like an anchor against the storm of her emotions.

The mule and been a surprise gift from her father three years prior; Dyanah had woken one morning at dawn to the nickering of a beast outside their cottage. Dragging herself from bed and throwing a cloak around her shoulders, Dyanah had stuck her head out the door to be met by the sight of her father tossing her heavy packs across the shoulders of a young and leggy, dappled-grey mule whose overly large ears swiveled her direction with unruffled interest.

The muscles in Guinevere’s flank tensed as someone approached; Dyanah stiffened and choked back her sobs as a hand was laid gently upon her shoulder, turning her face enough to see that it was the Stranger whose pale cheek bore a bright red mark from where her hand had landed. His voice was low as he spoke, the mysterious accent lending his words a velvety tone.

Dyanah gave him a distrustful look through a loose tangle of her dark curls when he called her beautiful; she could feel the grim and soot on her face as she pushed away from Guinevere’s side to scrub eyes and nose red-rimmed from weeping with the back of her hand, her throat ached with the surety of a spreading bruise from the monster’s grip, and blood of both man and beast flecked her skin and clothing. She felt anything but beautiful at the moment, not that she would have considered herself such in any other setting to begin with, but the Stranger seemed at least to be genuine in his apology if not in his attempt at adulation. As the Stranger stood back up from his bow, Dyanah took a long moment to study him in more detail.

There was no doubt he was stunningly handsome, his ebony mane casually tossed over his shoulders and the cast of his pale features suggesting a noble bloodline; the intricate detailing of his belongings and his almost inhuman grace only serving to reinforce that perception in Dyanah’s mind. Yet, for all his glamour, there was something about this man that was also enigmatic and it tugged at the back of her thoughts like a whisper just beyond the edge of hearing. He seemed to be waiting for her to speak and Dyanah tasted salt as she licked her dry lips, swallowing to clear the scratchiness in her throat from weeping,

‘… I accept your apology, though if you are waiting for one in return you will be standing there all night for I have none to give.’

Dyanah gave the Stranger a defiant gaze; he seemed to be unused to dealing with a woman who was not blindly enraptured by his allure, though silently she had to admit his appearance was rather distracting,

‘You earned the ire I bestowed upon you, but you have also shown you are humble enough to receive it as a man of honour and what I said before still stands; I am beholden to you for your actions in saving my life. Though, if you choose to dismiss such a thing as trivial again you will find me far less forgiving. Now, if you wish to address me properly my name is Dyanah… not “girl” or “miss”, simply Dyanah. It would be decent to know your name and title as well, assuming you have one, but if you would excuse me... I need to find my father.’

Dyanah felt her throat close as she thought of her father, turning away from the Stranger to reach for Guinevere’s head but pausing as her hand closed around the hackamore as the thunder of hooves and clatter of wheels could be heard quickly approaching. From around the corner came a charging team of midnight black horses under harness, drawing an elaborate designed coach of ebony wood and being driven by none other than her father. Dyanah felt the briefest moment of elation, her father was alive! Then a dread like none other gripped at her heart as she looked upon his face and saw only emptiness where his powerful charisma should have been.

Malevolence seemed to radiate from the coach as it bore down upon where she and the Stranger stood beside Guinevere; yet Dyanah felt locked in place, unable to move. It was Guinevere that saved her from being trampled under the four pairs of hooves as the mule screamed and balked; tossing her head back and half-rearing off the ground in terror to drag Dyanah, a hand still gripping the hackamore, along with her. The breeze of the passing coach throwing ash and debris into the air as it passed within arm’s reach. From the window of the coach could clearly be seen the screaming faces of Jenna and Kristen, fear etched deeply across their doll-pretty features.

‘… Da?’

Dyanah’s voice was but a whisper as her mind tried to understand what she had just witnessed; her muscles trembling in confusion and Guinevere pulling free from her numb grasp to dance backwards, the mule’s long ears pinned flat against her neck. Then she was screaming,

‘Da! Stop! … Stop! Come back!’

Her father never even glanced her way.

Other voices were screaming as well; panic erupting from the crowd around the temple steps. A pair of loud bangs right by her made Dyanah jump and whirl around to see the Stranger firing his pistols at the disappearing coach. For a horrible moment she thought he was firing at the two girls, but then she made out the forms of two other shadows within the darkened interior. The coach sped on however, the shots going wide as if they had been anticipated and the Stranger let out a cry of frustration before dropping to his knees. The young man named Kai, a stable hand, came charging up to the Stranger and swung at him in rage before demanding an answer to these events.

Aldegar’s voice was added to the accusations; the farmhand was covered in blood and had the look of murder in his grief filled face. Dyanah had always considered the young man handsome, his features touched by the sun and earth that he worked, but she had kept her distance when Aldegar had begun to court the girl Kristen. What was she compared to such a beauty? Her hands were rough from handling the myriad of farm beasts, she had no time to sit by the creek and do needlepoint in the shade or go around wearing pressed linen in shades of pastel. If that was what the farmhand desired then she would fall horribly short upon that list for she could not offer him any more than what she was and it seemed that would not be enough.

Dyanah sank to her knees where she stood, tears flowing silently across her dusky cheeks as she turned her gaze upon the Stranger by her side and mouthed but a single word,

‘Why?’
 

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Kai: As you throw your fist out to punch the Stranger in the face his right arm shoots out and grabs your wrist before twisting your arm around to your back, forcing you to your knee's. The Stranger then turns his head to look down at you with a comforting yet neutral look on his face before speaking with his strange accent. "Please do not hit me child, i have already been hit once tonight and do not wish to be hit again. Once you and our friends calm down i shall explain. Now im going to let you up, so please take some deep breaths and gather your friends so i can explain." The Stranger than does as he says and lets go of your arm before helping you back to your feet, leaving you to calm down he talks over and sits on the temple steps awaiting you and the others.

Benepal: You see the Stranger restrain Kai with easy before talking to him and letting him stand back up. After speaking to Kai he turns his attention to you and says almost the same thing that he said to kai. "I shall explain everything once you and your friends calm down. Once all of you are calm come sit or stand infront of me by the temple steps." With that the Stranger would turn and look down at Dyanah.

Nysard and Aldegar: You both can see the Stranger restrain Kai easily by simply twisting his arm around his back before he talks to Kai, Benepal and Dyanah. After talking to them you can see him turn to face your direction clearly having heard your shouting. "If you two want an explanation of what has happened and why i am here, i suggest that you both calm down and once you have come and talk to me over at the temple where i shall explain everything that i know." With that the strange turns away from you two and walks over to the temple steps and sits down on them.

Dyanah: The Strange seemingly slightly annoyed at the fact Kai goes to punch him easily restrains him by twisting his arm around his back. After talking to both Kai and Benepal he turns and looks down at you, offering something to wipe your eyes on. "I shall explain everything that I know to you once you and your friends have calmed down." The Stranger then turns and walks over to the temple steps where he sits down and awaits all of you to calm over to talk and listen to him.

After having calmed down the group then slowly make their way over to the Strange who is sat down and cleaning off his sword and reloading his pistols. After a few more minutes he would put away his weapons and takes off his hat so you can all see his face. He barely looks over the age of twenty four.

Everyone: The Strange after taking off his hat looks at all of you before answering your questions which he asked earlier, but first he introduces himself. "Well first things first. My name is Hienrick Schlager and it would be nice if each of you could tell me your names."

After each one says their name Hienrick nods before answering Kai's question first. "What i know i shall explain as i answer each of your questions and ask more. Now you asked me why i am here. I am here because I was traveling through Nordland to my next job location, you see I am a Hunter for hire so i spend most of my time traveling around the place helping get rid of dangerous creatures, such as bears, wolves, beastmen. I have fought beastmen before because I helped take part in the defense of Middenhiem. Now you ask why the singled me out in the battle. The singled me out because out of everyone I killed the most of their beastmen and they thought I was this towns leader so naturally they wanted to fight the strongest. Is that enough for you sir?" Hienrick looks to Kai before looking at Benepal.

"You asked me what that coach was that passed by earlier. That young sir was 'A Black Coach' they are commonly used by the creatures of the night, most commonly referred to as Vampires. The creatures that were drawing the coach are called Nightmares, unholy and evil steeds of the vampires." Hienrick then shifts his gave to look at Dyanah. "For why the beastmen attacked I do not know, they are part of the forces of chaos and what they do is random. Now what other questions do you have?"
 

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He lay dead on the floor his body shattered, the mass of muscle that had once held a human life upon the brink of destruction, sodden, still, silent, gripped between trembling fingers.

The child was silent, stunned, confused, disorientated by the sudden silence, the absence of sobs. The stillness.Her hand reached out with tenuous curiosity, hesitant grasping at her fathers fingers, the stubby ones clenching around the long tendrils that had once encased her hand. Held her safe.

The bright eyes were suddenly dull and confused as they stared down into the great celestial orbs suddenly rendered lifeless, the twinkle of adoration torn asunder.

New life met death and the howls began.

The old man was bleeding out, the priestess was shouting her tears streaming down her face as she staunched the wound, as the blood slowed then spurted, pouring over her white robe. Both mouths were open wide, the old mans toothless half open in a silent scream of anguish, the priestesses expelling desperate words, futile words that bounced of the walls, only to be silenced as the axe of Ulric fell once more, the wolfs jaws snapped and the old man crumpled to the floor.

Rage held her immobile. Kiera wanted to scream, to throw the bowl in her hand and run weeping away from this war. Escape, to the mothers breast safe from harm. Yet they needed her, the dying, the scared, they needed her.

She was moving again, her feet trapsing towards the newest victim, he had asked for her on entry. A regular, a hunter, often with scratches or bruises to heal and repair. Funny how he insisted upon her, the other girls made fun, claiming other motives for his insistence. Yet kiera doubted it, she seemed to heal him well, the scratches devoid of scars or stitches, healing quickly and fluidly, the bumps fading away to leave fresh unmarked skin. Now he sat before her again and she stitched his wounds in silence, discomfort pressing in upon her asshe immersed herself in her work

Now she was on again other faces, other familiar patients flitting through her hands, she dashed back and forth the hem of her robes sodden with blood and tears that melded and danced in the moonlight flooding the room from above.

So much death, so much unnecessary pain.

Curses upon the wolf.... would they never learn the message of the mother. War caused only pain and suffering, what had they done to deserve this.

Corpses piled up, blood ran between the tiles, little estuaries amongst smudged islands of blue and green.

Would they never learn....

She was on autopilot, her hands moving and now she was outside, picking through the wounded, laid against the temple steps.

The distance faded away in smoke yet other figures still crashed against the horizon, swords battering, huge horns piercing the smoke and amongst them a man in a long coat.

A stranger with a silver sword battled a monstrosity, a figure slapped him across the face, a flurry of activity, fleeing monostrosities, a whirlwind of images interspersed the dead and the dying, fatigue held away by need, crippling need.

She was on her knees amongst the wounded, patching healing following a trail of ghostly screams til she was close to a group of survivors, surrounding the man in the cloak. His words built a raging inferno within her as she picked her away around, searching, searching for a sense a presence perhaps the tiniest whimper floating through the air.

A huge carcass of a horned beast lay prostrate eyes blank, belly split yet face still gruesomely defiant, horns menacing and stained with blood. A young child lay quivering by the corpse, shying from the light hands in her hair she wept rocking from her fetal reverie some horrific memory looping in her mind.

She clutched kiera and the rage built, the rage at the fools that had brought this upon them as she rocked the ragged girl in her arms. Hands smoothing through the matted hair, brushing away dirt from tear stained cheeks. Ragged fingers clutched at her, tearing small holes in the filthy bloodstained dress, digging into the skin, pain flaring. Yet she embraced the pain, didn't want to let go, wanted to feel the human touch, the reality, the agony of truth.

Oh Sigmar how had it come to this.

The tears splashed over her own cheeks, her slender shoulder spasming and convulsing interfering with the girls own tremors causing them to jerk in some perverse spasmodic union. They wept for there was naught else to do.

The screams had stopped angry shouts fading away as the weight of there losses smashed down upon their spines. Yet now the stranger turned upon them removing his hat he introduced himself, lies spinning from his forked tongue as he calmly continued.

She was seperate yet together, part of his gaze yet still apart from the group and she hitched herself up and pressed into the circle pushing others aside as she bore the child before the stranger.

"I have questions. Oh so many stranger. What should this child do, what should the child in the temple do now Ulric has taken there fathers in battle? What should this town do now Ulric's hammers have smote them into dust and his fires crumbled it to ashes."


Middenheim. The name meant nothing to her yet it lit a fire within her, that he spoke so casually

"How do we know the beastman did not come because of your part in this battle? How do we know they are not following you, that we are just collateral damage to your passing?"

She was reflected in his eyes, red rimmed eyes that burned with unholy flames below her tangled hair shoulder tensed under the torn now red stained dress

"A thousand curses upon your kind for violence is something that can never win through. You may have slain tonight, Heydrich culled lives yet where has it got you, an ash burnt town, families torn asunder and a temple overflowing with wounds that cannot be healed. Oh the Lord of Wolves has proven the mother right once more."

The rage boiled yet she controlled it, violence had no benefit, calm serenity would win through. The mother taught them so.

Yet they were alive, she couldn't doubt that, if they hadn't fought, they all would have died, slain by the beastman.

How could it be right to fight.
It made no sense, Shallya desired peace and mercy. To kill an intelligent creature was a sin in dead.... pacifism was all, yet without violence they would not have survived.

She spun on her heel her conviction lost yet as she stormed away to the temple she spat over her shoulder

"Shed a tear for us stranger, you may be a wolf, but even a wolf cries when it has lost so much."

The child still held in her arms she strode away towards the temple stubbornly refusing to look back.
 

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Benepal lay collapsed on the temple stairs, The Adrenaline had drained nearly completly from his system and now he was begining to feel the full force of the battle. His head pounded and his bodies every cell cursed his name. Still he tried to maintian his composure, but it was a losing battle it was obvious he was in pain. Not that anyone would pay him much attention, the survivers were all out for themselfs crying the names of their loved ones and fantically searching through the wounded. The Stranger was speaking to the others trying his best to answer all there questions. His voice was calm and collected like he had done this before, he turned to Benepal and begun to speak again.
"You asked me what that coach was that passed by earlier. That young sir was 'A Black Coach' they are commonly used by the creatures of the night, most commonly referred to as Vampires. The creatures that were drawing the coach are called Nightmares, unholy and evil steeds of the vampires."
Vampires! Benepal had heard of them before his brothers would always scare him with tales of the foul creatures sneaking into people's homes at night and drinking the blood of their victom's. Of course Benepal knew better know these seemed much worse than the fairytale beings his siblings had portrayed. The things had taken Jenna and Kirsten he hated to think what would become of them if left in their company, the very thought sent shivers down his spin. Benepal decided it was best not to dwell on it.
"Now what other questions do you have?"
The Stranger had finished talking there was a breif silence as the group seemed to process this information, but Keira appeared before anyone could answer back she cradled a small child in her arms with that of a mothers love. Her misery and anger were apparent, tears steamed down her face with seemingly no end.
"I have questions. Oh so many stranger. What should this child do, what should the child in the temple do now Ulric has taken there fathers in battle? What should this town do now Ulric's hammers have smote them into dust and his fires crumbled it to ashes.
How do we know the beastman did not come because of your part in this battle? How do we know they are not following you, that we are just collateral damage to your passing? A thousand curses upon your kind for violence is something that can never win through. You may have slain tonight, Heydrich culled lives yet where has it got you, an ash burnt town, families torn asunder and a temple overflowing with wounds that cannot be healed. Oh the Lord of Wolves has proven the mother right once more."
She stormed off back towards the temple and hissed something back at the stranger that Benepal was to tired to make out. He had never seen a sister of the Temple like this they were such..quaint, quite people. Benepal wished he could do something to help but he was to weak, the Beastman had seen to that.
But one question lingered in the back of his mind one which he beleived he could not answer himself. Spitting blood from his mouth Benepal spoke.
"So what do we do now?"
 

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The dampness of the ground under her knees, the acidic stench of death, the discordant sound of a child weeping, even the tremors that gripped Dyanah’s own body seemed merely the figments of a terrible dream; distant and detached as if a tale from some forgotten time. Such horrifying events could not possibly be real, tinted as they were in a miasma of emotion-shrouded memory. There was a voice by her side, a man’s voice with a mysterious accent. The voice was vaguely familiar, velvet-toned and strangely comforting like a lover’s heartbeat. Something was held out before her, Dyanah’s fingers closing around the folded cloth and pressing it to one damp cheek without conscious thought. It smelled of faint incense and spices she didn’t recognize.

Then she was standing amid others, where they had come from she wasn’t sure. Where was her father? Why was it not his voice that she heard speaking? The questions seemed strangely wrong; as if she should know the answers but her mind refused to offer them.

There was another voice speaking, a female voice. Hammers and fire. Wolves and sheep. Her father’s sword had a wolf upon the hilt; eyes set with haunting Imperial topaz. Where was he? Dyanah blinked hard and her eyes focused upon a pale but handsome face.

Without warning the world came crashing back in upon her mind like a tidal wave of razor-edged truths. The monsters that attacked, howling in the night. The blood in the streets and fires that still burned against the skyline. The stranger who had saved her and named himself a Hunter. Her father, blank faced and driving the Black Coach that had taken away Kristen and Jenna at the will of Vampyres.

Bile filled her throat and Dyanah gagged, pressing the cloth to her lips as she fought not to be lost amid the harsh realities that had been forced into her life so suddenly. So what do we do now? Anger cut through the tempest and thrust a singular thought into her face.

‘We go get them back.’

Dyanah only recognized her own voice after the words had left her lips and felt her back straighten as she cast a defiant glare at the milling group, her amber eyes coming to rest upon the scarlet-clad Hunter. Shoving the crumpled cloth in her pocket, Dyanah raised her fingers to her lips and gave a shrill whistle. From the shadows of the temple poked a dappled-grey nose, followed by the rest of Guinevere as the mule cautiously emerged at her master’s call. The normally placid beast was edgy, her long ears swiveling at the slightest sound, but her loyalty was pure and child-like as she crossed the churned up ground to stop at Dyanah’s side; only to tossing her head once before allowing Dyanah to unwrap her reins and tighten the saddle girth with a quick tug before mounting.

‘I will not stand here wasting time instead of acting! I am going after my father tonight.’

Looking down from the mule’s back she met the Hunter’s eyes, desperation throwing forethought out of the window,

‘If you truly are what you claim to be, then name your price Hunter. Help me get my father… and the others… back and I will find a way to pay you. Even if that cost includes myself!’

Dyanah broke the gaze, only to find another face in the crowd, Aldegar.

‘I won’t leave anyone to such a fate, Aldegar, if you so choose to come your strength would be welcome. If you can ride then we would make better time, but I am not waiting for long.’

Dyanah passed the reins to one hand and offered her arm to the farmhand in way of a choice.
 

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Calm down? Calm down! Even though his side and back still hurt Aldegar found enough anger fueled strength to half march, half sprint to the man in red and grab him by the collar of his red coat and hauling him to his feet. “My family are dead you bastard, my innocent sisters, never hurt no-one, were burned alive while monsters torched the village! The girl I love has been taken by monsters, and this is all because of you!” Not caring anymore, Aldegar shoved them man back against the steps, probably knocked him back on his ass to boot.

After that he didn’t care about what the man had to say, instead turning away to go and get his axe. Aldegar knew what he had to do, whatever plan the gods had for a person none were probably as sick and twisted as the path before him. He was still alive though, despite the beasts, despite being thrown like a doll and hurt, Aldegar still drew breath and he had a chance to make right for his bastardly thoughts. That was something he would never ignore, even if it cost him his life in the end that would be a fine price to pay, as long as Kirsten was safe in the end.

A voice cut through his thoughts, the voice of Dyanah; rougher than that of Kirsten but still softer and something that did not bring anger like the stranger. ‘I won’t leave anyone to such a fate, Aldegar, if you so choose to come your strength would be welcome. If you can ride then we would make better time, but I am not waiting for long.’ She said, offering a hand to him. Aldegar simply slapped it to the side with the back of his before answering her, almost scoffing at the idea of a woman going to do what was a man’s job. “Come if you dare woman, but there are monsters far worse than what came here and killing is not the work of women. But we do not need his help,” Aldegar spat out the last words while pointing to the man, “this is probably more of what he had planned to do all along. Leave him to the rest of the village for justice and let’s be off; we need to find three horses ‘cause that mule will not hold four of us. Sigmar will be with us, more than can be said of a red coated murderer.”

At least Aldegar assumed it would be four, surely Kai and Nysard would want to get back the only family they had left right? No one would willingly leave family to that fate, damn them if they did!

Why had they taken her though? Was the stranger just trying to scare them with talk of vampires? Next he would be saying that the ratmen from the stories were real and that the stars were not great heroes of man given a place amongst gods. Aldegar thought these things as he made his way to the stables in search of horses, as well as some supplies that could prove useful.
 

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Kai swung at the stranger, but he was tired, inexperienced and emotional. The stranger easily caught his arm and forced him into a hold. "Please do not hit me child, i have already been hit once tonight and do not wish to be hit again. Once you and our friends calm down i shall explain. Now im going to let you up, so please take some deep breaths and gather your friends so i can explain." he said. Kai slackened a little and the stranger let go. Kai looked at him venemously and spat on the floor next to him. The Stranger claimed he was a hunter and it was mere co-incidence that he had been here at the time. Kai snorted in disbelief "Sigmar damn you, whatever your precious reasons are for being here it smacks of suspicion, if Jenna is harmed in anyway i swear to Sigmar himself i will end you, one way or another" he said to the Stranger, apparently called Hienrick Schlager, his voice full of cotempt. Kai then stalked off away from the group, uninterested in the Strangers excuses or reasons. He searched one of the dead guards and buckled the mans belt on, sheathing the sword he had been given into the scabbard on the belt and slung the sheild across his back by its straps. He took the guards tough leather jerkin aswell and put it on, aswell as strapping a dagger to his boot.

Kai then began to search for a horse. He eventually found one amongst the ruins nearby, clearly terrified and as likely to try and trample Kai as it was to run away. But Kai being a stable boy and having worked around horses all his life had a particular affinity with them and was able to approach it carefully without spooking it further. He slowly approached the horse at it's front, arms out wide in a gesture of openness. The horse flared its nostrils and swung its head around but did not bolt. Kai reached out and put his hand on the horses head and spoke a few gentle words to the animal, slowly running his hand back along its flanks. The horse shivvered a little but seemed to calm. It was still saddled and when Kai went to swing himself up onto the saddle it did not resist. "Good girl" Kai said, stroking the horses flank. He then rode it slowly out of the ruin it was in and went back towards the temple.

When he arrived back he saw Dyanah also sat on her horse in time to hear her saying something to Hienrick, seemingly as angry with him as Kai was. It was her father after all who also seemed to have been captured and esnalved somehow. She then turned to Aldegar and said "I won’t leave anyone to such a fate, Aldegar, if you so choose to come your strength would be welcome. If you can ride then we would make better time, but I am not waiting for long." And held her hand out to him. Aldegar scournfully accepted her help, he was understandably angry, although he mentioned something about the woman he loved being captured aswell, for a moment Kai had no idea what he meant by it, did he mean Jenna or Kirsten? Kai urged his horse forward and brought her to a halt next to Dyanah. "I will go with you also. They have taken Jenna and i will try to bring her back if it's the last thing i do in this world! Will anyone else join us?" His eyes lingering on Hienrick who he so despised for a moment. After hearing the responses he held his hand out to Dyanah "I will help you rescue your father, Kirsten aswell. All i ask is that you help me save Jenna also. I can find horses and prepare them for travel for anyone else who wishes to come"
 

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Dyanah snatched her hand back as if stung when Aldegar cuffed it aside, feeling her throat tighten and cheeks flush at his words. Bitterness and humiliation, turned as much upon her own foolishness as on the farmhand himself, warred in her mind at his dismissal. Had she really thought he might show favour upon her in some way in the end instead of that painted lapdog of a girl? Dyanah seethed in silence as the young man Kai spoke and offered her a hand, her eyes narrowing in spite as Aldegar turned to stalk away in the direction of the stables.

I hope you find her despoiled in the creature’s bed like the narcissistic little whore she is!

Dyanah gave a low hiss under her breath before turning to the stablehand with a dangerous expression,

‘I have my packs with me already. The Gurnthar’s dairy herd was due to calf at anytime; heifers always choose the darkest hours of the night to drop their calves and I had to be ready when they did. I am no stranger to long hours and hard work,’

Her tone was challenging, daring the stablehand to question her,

‘Guinevere can live off a handful of oats and roadside forage, and still keep pace from dawn until dusk without issue. All of the governor’s horses are spooky beasts, likely to bolt at a shadow and nasty tempered. I should know; I’ve been bitten by a few when dosing them for that dry cough that was going around last summer. I doubt many of them haven’t worked themselves into colic with the attack. That hot blood mare you have looks run half to death already; she won’t make ten miles before needing a full day rest unless you wish to run her to founder.’

Dyanah paused a moment to collect her thoughts,

‘The Syfields keep a four team of Haflinger geldings to drive their harvest to market. They will sit a green rider and be counted on not to bolt without cause. Old Syfield keeps them in the northside pasture, away from the direction those crea… er beastmen came. Find tack for them and I will go fetch them, they will follow Guinevere anywhere.’

With that, Dyanah gathered up the reins and turned in her saddle to look at the Hunter again. Her gaze was shadowed but pained, rolling his name across her tongue as if testing it,

‘Aldegar be damned, my father is the only family I have left in this world. Without him, or a husband, my very home goes to the Crown. Well Hunter Heinrick, do you have a price or will you abandon me to my fate?’
 

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Aldegar turned towards Nysard, he saw the look on his face, he saw that Aldegar could not look at him. He knew something was wrong... Painfully wrong. "They took her you bastard! They took Kristen, stole her away in that death coach. Probably to feast on her and Kai's sister, and its all that whoreson's fault!" Aldegar lashed out at the stranger, blaming him obviously for everything that has happened. He could see Kai furiously swing at the stranger trying to hit him, unsurprisingly with no results. Nysard's motivation from winning against the foul things was crushed by the news Aldegar brought him. Nysard mind was full with sorrow and suffering and upon hearing the news he cracked. Tears spilling from his eyes, he could not keep the brave look on his face anymore. So many were dead, so many families dead, including his. He was overwhelmed with emotions, dark, painful emotions. "How... What?", was the only thing that Nysard was able to mutter. He did not wait for an answer nor he needed one... The stranger came to them and told them that if they wanted answers they should meet him at the temples steps.

Seeing as there was no other thing he could do in his state he walked towards the temples entrance. Waiting for everyone to gather, Nysard was disoriented from grief and tiredness. It was all to much to take at once... "What i know i shall explain as i answer each of your questions and ask more. Now you asked me why i am here. I am here because I was traveling through Nordland to my next job location, you see I am a Hunter for hire so i spend most of my time traveling around the place helping get rid of dangerous creatures, such as bears, wolves, beastmen. I have fought beastmen before because I helped take part in the defense of Middenhiem. Now you ask why the singled me out in the battle. The singled me out because out of everyone I killed the most of their beastmen and they thought I was this towns leader so naturally they wanted to fight the strongest. Is that enough for you sir?" said the stranger after everyone gathered, answering Kai's question. Nysard did not feel a need to introduce himself to the stranger. It was not the time for introductions.

After answering Kai's question the stranger now knows as Hienrick turned to Benepal to answer his question "You asked me what that coach was that passed by earlier. That young sir was 'A Black Coach' they are commonly used by the creatures of the night, most commonly referred to as Vampires. The creatures that were drawing the coach are called Nightmares, unholy and evil steeds of the vampires." Hienrick then shifts his gave to look at Dyanah. "For why the beastmen attacked I do not know, they are part of the forces of chaos and what they do is random. Now what other questions do you have?"

Once Hienrick mentioned the vampires Nysard woke himself from the grief of loss. There was still a chance to get revenge and save whats left of his family, but vampires, this foul beings who stalk the night... How could he hope to defeat such foes, he could barely stop a beastman... Everyone asked Heinrick questions, bombarding him with constant anger and despair. Surprisingly the first glimpse of hope came from Dyanah, she was a pleasant woman, not the most beautiful of all but she was smart, nice and kind. Nysard never saw her like that... She decided to go look for her father, this was some kind of a chance for Nysard to find his sister. She offered Aldegar to come with her, Nysard really did not know why, only Kai and he except of Dyanah had relatives kidnapped... Why would anyone else come with them?

Only after Dyanah suggested Aldegar to come with her Nysard remembered something that happened earlier. He was not paying attention but the mention of Aldegar reminded him that Aldegar turned to attack the stranger earlier. Shouting things at him, Nysard had a hard time remembering what he said, Something about his family and the village, but there was something that alarmed Nysard, he did remember that Aldegar said something about the girl that he loved taken by monsters. The pieces slowly fell into place. Was it possible, Nysard didn't believe himself, but it was to obvious to ignore. Earlier at the tavern, at the fight itself, and now to. Aldegar was seeing Kristen in secret. His agony and despair were taken away for a few minutes replaced with rage and anger. He turned to Aldegar just to watch him slap Dyanah's hand away with his. This only enraged Nysard more, how could he! If it was not enough Aldegar had to say that this brave woman had no chance of surviving out there. He had to mock the one who was brave enough to act.

Nysard saw Aldegar going away to find horses, his anger ever increasing he rushed to Aldegar and grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him around, looking him directly in the eyes. Nysard curled his fist and smacked it directly at Aldegar face. "How dare you! How dare you insult this woman, she offered you help, and you mock her like she is incapable look at us! We did not fair better. You might wonder why I just smacked you, don't you! I will tell you! I just realized that you was meeting Kristen in secret. I trusted you, and you betrayed me! You are like a brother to me and I cant even trust you to tell me the truth! You bastard, you probably even planned running away with her! Stealing her in the middle of the night like some thief! How can you expect me to let you do that when you insult other woman like they were your plaything! I want to hear you go and apology before her you heartless bastard! I want to here it!", all of this days pain, anger, sorrow and grief spilling out with this words he said, tears running freely from his eyes. His voice cracking in the mention of Kristen. "How could you. How... Like a brother...", Nysard whispered silently that only Aldegar could hear.
 

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The blow came from out of nowhere, but the nights events had drained much from Nysard just like it had the rest of them. So in the end, it hurt but Aldegar would live. Nysard was right though, the two were like brothers; in the end though it was only ever like, they never were. Balling his own free hand into a fist and clenching the axe in his other, Aldegar let his fist relax before grabbing Nysard by the throat.

They might be built fairly the same, but Aldegar was slightly taller and had much more mass over his friend. So when he grabbed, Nysard would not be getting free from that unless he wanted him to. "Now you listen to me dammit; that world out there is no place for a woman! Killing is man's work, all that's gonna happen is she will get in the way. How are we gonna save the others when we have to worry about her huh? What ya think its not fair dandy, war and killing are the work of men; ending lives are what we do. It can't be that way for a woman, didn't your pa ever get that through your skull Nysard?" He said, pulling his friend closer, never once letting go of his axe or lessening his grip on Nysard's throat.

Nostrils flaring at the thought of why he had kept his time with Kirsten a secret, Aldegar finally shoved him away before speaking again. "She made me promise not to say anything; wanted me to run away with her instead of joining the navy. I wanted you to come, was gonna ask you, but then they came and stole her away. My family is dead Nysard, Kirsten is alive and she wants to be with me. I will go after her and we will be together, or they can have my life for hers, as long as she is safe. Wait all you want you little coward, I ain't apologizing for what is the truth. Dyanah shouldn't go, and if she does she will get others killed protecting her; its the hard truth so live with it and help find a horse." And with that Aldegar had nothing more to say to his friend, didn't want to say anything more to him.

That he would demand he apologize for what Nysard should know to be true, that bit hard. He was only thinking about Dyanah's safety; hard working or not she was still just a woman and they can't do the things men are expected to do. That's why they aren't allowed in the armies of the empire, that none of the stories of heroes or knights ever spoke of a woman other than the damsel to be rescued.
 

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What a disaster as if the Beastman werent enough we were now fighting among each other. Benepal letting out a deep sigh, stood up it was an effort to do so but he didnt have time to wait for his wounds to heal the group looked ready to leave soon. Limping into the temple he went to pick up his bow, Kiera was there still cradling the child in her arms. The least he could do was try to comfort her but he had never been good with words "Kiera please dont cry, you did good many Innicent people died today but it would have been many more without the help of you and your temple sisters"
Benepal curled his lips up and took a deep breath, he was trying not to upset her futher but he had never had to do this before. "There are many wounded here, and some of them may owe you their lives, tend to them and if you wish, me and some of the others are going after the coach, we could use a good healer."
With that Benepal turned to leave the temple the sight he was greeted with was of Nysard and Aldegar having some sort of fight.
"Now you listen to me dammit; that world out there is no place for a woman! Killing is man's work, all that's gonna happen is she will get in the way. How are we gonna save the others when we have to worry about her huh? What ya think its not fair dandy, war and killing are the work of men; ending lives are what we do. It can't be that way for a woman
, didn't your pa ever get that through your skull Nysard?"
Benepal decided to let them vent there frustrations out on each other butting in might just get him in hot water. Looking up towards the direction of his home he set out to retreive his belongings.

Something wasnt right, Benepal arrived at his home a small cottage just outside the village and hidden in the forest it had been ransacked but not burned. Beastman littered the ground, arrows protruding from mis-shapen bodies, blood stained the leafs and the dirt. Someone had been fighting here, there were a dozen of the beastman bodies but no sign of their killer. A thought struck Benepal's mind, what if his father had been able to escape? What if he was here in the house right now? Benepals face lit up in joy and he ran to his home
"Dad! Its me im ok! Were are you Dad!"
Benepal surged in through the main door but his heart sank, his father or what was left of his father lay bloodied and downtrodden on the kitchen floor, his cold dead hands still clasping to the bow that he had used to fend of the creatures, his face left the way he died, it was a face that showed the pain and the suffering he had ensured only minutes prior to his death. Benepal fell to his knees and wet tears begun to slide down his cheeks. His Father was Dead and now he knew it there was no room for doubt, all he could do was weep.

It was a long time before Benepal could finally muster the courage to stand again. He riffeled through the house finding his fifty other arrows and some supplies. Benepal collected all he could and stood in the middle of the doorway, a moments hesitation he had lived in this house for half of his entire life. This was his home, but he had made a choice and it was time to go through with it. Benepal lit the torch he was holding onto and without looking back hurled it back in through the doorway.
Benepal trugged back to the Village his home burned behind him.
Now his intent was clear he was going to find those who did this and tear them apart, bit by bit if he had to.
He would agree to set out with the group
 

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Guinevere danced in response to her fury as Dyanah’s hands yanked back on the reins, dragging the mule’s head around to face where Aldegar and Nysard quarreled. Her amber eyes dark with outrage,

‘No place for a woman indeed. And just where you planning on running off with your lovely little Kristen like a jackdaw in the night then, hm? Wisk her away to some castle you have in the cloud-hewn mountains? To live pampered like a princess from the tales? Or just away from her home and your duty and responsibilities to live in a ditch? Gauzy skirts and silk-smooth hands do well in clearing and tending wild land, but I’m sure you thought long and hard on it while staring into those doe-pretty eyes… though I’m not sure how much of that thinking was done above your waist!’

Her voice was low but cutting,

‘A real man would have courted a girl proper; went to her Da for permission and her brother, his so-called best friend, out of respect! I will make it easy on you Aldegar and go after my father alone, then you don’t have to worry about me at all. All you care about is a pretty face and a light skirt and nothing in between! I don’t know how I ever took fancy for you!’

Dyanah could feel the tears hot on her cheeks as she snapped her mouth shut, her tongue having run beyond her good sense to stop it. She bit back an oath and wheeled Guinevere towards the direction the Coach had gone, digging her heels into the mule’s flanks and just wanting to be away from it all. Not even caring about the Stranger in red or the others anymore. Guinevere responded without pause; breaking into a gallop and glad to be given her head away from the stinking corpses of the beastmen. The moon was waxing full and the mule’s footing was surer than any horse, so Dyanah just let her run for a time before she settled down on her own to a trot. Dyanah sighed and Guinevere’s ears flicked back at the sound,

‘Looks like it is just you and me, Guine. May Myrmidia watch over us.’
 

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Nysard successfully hit Aldegar in the face but not as strong as it was supposed to be. His wounds have drained much of his strength thus the blow barely hurt Aldegar. Suddenly Aldegar grabbed Nysard by the throat, he didn't even try to resist because he knew that Aldegar could keep him like this as much as he wanted. Nysard just looked at Aldegar waiting for an answer.

"Now you listen to me dammit; that world out there is no place for a woman! Killing is man's work, all that's gonna happen is she will get in the way. How are we gonna save the others when we have to worry about her huh? What ya think its not fair dandy, war and killing are the work of men; ending lives are what we do. It can't be that way for a woman, didn't your pa ever get that through your skull Nysard?" He said, pulling Nysard closer, not weakening his grip around his throat. Aldegar's nostrils flared as he shoved back Nysard, letting him go and saying, "She made me promise not to say anything; wanted me to run away with her instead of joining the navy. I wanted you to come, was gonna ask you, but then they came and stole her away. My family is dead Nysard, Kirsten is alive and she wants to be with me. I will go after her and we will be together, or they can have my life for hers, as long as she is safe. Wait all you want you little coward, I ain't apologizing for what is the truth. Dyanah shouldn't go, and if she does she will get others killed protecting her; its the hard truth so live with it and help find a horse." Then Aldegar was silent, he looked an Nysard and said nothing more. Just then Nysard realized how painful it must have been to Aldegar to continue like that...

Still facing each other Nysard decided to act. He closed the gap between them and embraced Aldegar with a friendly hug. "I am sorry Aldegar. It must have been hard... Courting someone in secret and then seeing her kidnapped without the ability to cry for her. I am really sorry..." As they finished talking he still wanted to say that he does not agree with Aldegar over what he said earlier but decided not to. Dyanah then turned to Aldegar shouting at him, and shaming him in front of everyone. She then turned her shout into a low cutting voice telling Aldegar that he is not a real man and confessing that she had feelings for him once. As quickly as she snapped she left, riding with her mule towards the exit of the town and away.

"Gods be damned! She will die out there if she is alone!", Nysard turned to Hienrick, "Although most wont admit it, we need your help to track our families or at least to survive out there! Don't leave us." Not waiting for an answer he turned and tried to run as fast as he could to the stables. He did find a horse, a black one who looked strongly built. He decided to take him, barely being able to mount on him. In the end he succeeded, applying pressure with his leg the horse began to slowly walk, and after a few seconds he converted it to a trot and then to a full run, Nysard hoped that it will be fast enough to catch Dyanah who had already a head start on him. To his surprise she did not get too far and Nysard managed to get to her. "Dont leave!" Nysard shouted to her from afar. Getting closer enough so he wont need to shout Nysard said, "You will get killed by your own out here, none of us is experienced enough to deal with the wilds alone. Come back with me and we will head out as a group even if we don't agree on everything. Please come back, I don't want to see you die out here." he waited for Dyanah to answer, and then he rode back to the village, with or without her.
 

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Dyanah more talked at Kai than had a conversation with him. She mentioned about working long hours, about how his horse he has just tamed was unfit and where other ones could be found before once again challenging Heinrick. 'She may yet suprise you' Kai thought to himself stroking the horses flank. He knew alot about horses aswell, as a stableboy he has too, it felt insulting to be talked at like he was completely ignorant about the beasts compared to her knowledge. No, the horse may have been spooked half to death by the attack, but she was strong, she would stick by him.
 
He then noticed Aldegar and Nysard coming to blows and yelling at each other. ""How dare you! How dare you insult this woman, she offered you help, and you mock her like she is incapable look at us! We did not fair better. You might wonder why I just smacked you, don't you! I will tell you! I just realized that you was meeting Kristen in secret. I trusted you, and you betrayed me! You are like a brother to me and I cant even trust you to tell me the truth! You bastard, you probably even planned running away with her! Stealing her in the middle of the night like some thief! How can you expect me to let you do that when you insult other woman like they were your plaything! I want to hear you go and apology before her you heartless bastard! I want to here it!" Nysard screamed at Aldegar. The pieces had all falled into place, Aldegars actions and words over the past weeks and tonight especially. He was in love with Kirsten, how had he or the others not noticed? they were all such good friends. Kai noticed for a moment that he had thought 'were' and not 'are' as if in some past tense. Only hours earlier they had all been laughing and joking in the tavern, now they were all at each others throats in wake of the attack. What shocked him most though was that he didn't give a damn. They could all go to hell for all it mattered at the moment, Jenna was all that mattered to him now. He looked at himself, kitted out for battle, scourning his friends and damning them and Heinrick, what a drastic change had already come over the once stableboy and eternal joker to his friends.
 
He snapped out of his thoughts in time to hear Dyanah interuppting the two once friends dispute "No place for a woman indeed. And just where you planning on running off with your lovely little Kristen like a jackdaw in the night then, hm? Wisk her away to some castle you have in the cloud-hewn mountains? To live pampered like a princess from the tales? Or just away from her home and your duty and responsibilities to live in a ditch? Gauzy skirts and silk-smooth hands do well in clearing and tending wild land, but I’m sure you thought long and hard on it while staring into those doe-pretty eyes… though I’m not sure how much of that thinking was done above your waist!" she sharply said to him, not shouting but still clearly full of anger. "A real man would have courted a girl proper; went to her Da for permission and her brother, his so-called best friend, out of respect! I will make it easy on you Aldegar and go after my father alone, then you don’t have to worry about me at all. All you care about is a pretty face and a light skirt and nothing in between! I don’t know how I ever took fancy for you!" Again at the end, 'took a fancy to him? yet another hidden desire or romance they had all missed? had they all been so blind recently? not seeing their closest friends or others real feelings. Did anyone else have any hidden motives or desires? Dyannah rode off on her own. Nysard ran off to go find a horse of his own. Kai rode slowly towards Aldegar and dismounted. "Why? Why didn't you tell someone? We could have helped you, 'I' could have helped you. We were all so close once, yet everyone now seems to be clouded in lies and deciet. And now in wake of this diaster all we can do is yell at each other and point fingers of blame." He implored his once good friend "You were like a brother to Nysard, don't let that slip away, you will need his help now, Dyanahs too. Don't be so close minded as to what a woman can do, she may yet suprise you" He listened to his reply.

Nysard then came galloping back into the village to no doubt petition the others to aid him in their rescue effort. Kai climbed back onto his horse, took one last look at Heinrick and kicked the sides of his horse urging her forwards. He chased after Dyanah hoping he could catch up to her before she went too far alone. Kai admired her courage and spirit and would not so scournfully turn down her help on the fact that she was a woman. But she would accomplish nothing without his and the others help. He finally caught up to her. "Dyanah wait!" he yelled. She turned to look at him, Kai noticing for a moment how strangely attractive her slightly feline features were "The others may have turned down your offer for help and insulted you, but i believe we need each others help. I will not prejudice you because you are a woman. Join with me, and any others who decide to help us, damned Heinrick himself aswell if the bastard decided to help" He looked straight into her amber eyes as he said this to her, trying to make her believe his words.
 

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Hienrick sits there and watches the group infront of him start to fall apart as they argue with each other. After waiting a few more minutes he pushes himself up and whistles, his horse comes walking up to him. Hienrick then strokes its neck and mounts up, tapping its flanks with his heels his horse bolts off in the direction of the coach, Kai and Dyanah, leaving Aldegar, Benepal and Keira back at the town to decide what exact they are going to do. After a few minutes he catches up with Dyanah and Kai nodding to them as his horse slows down to keep speed with them. "I will come along with you as unlike any of you I have experience fighting the undead and know alot more about traveling through the wilds. My price, Miss Dyanah is that on the way we stop at a few places so I can sort several things out. I know neither of you two want to hear this but you wont catch them until we figure out where exactly they are going, they could all be turned by the time we reach them but be glad that as creatures of the night, they are restricted to going slower during the day, that is when we will gain alot of ground." With that Hienrick turns away from them and faces straight ahead before turning to look at them again and tells them about vampires.

Kai and Dyanah: You two hear the thundering of hooves, as you turn to look behind you, you can see a stallion bigger than both of your mounts and its rider, its rider is the hunter named Hienrick, easily distinguishable but his crimson hat and trench coat. After a few seconds he catches up to you and his horse slows down to match the speed that your going at. For the next few minutes he talks about him coming along with you and the price(see above) along with the disturbing truth about what could happen within a day or two. After he finishes speaking he looks down the path then back at you two. "Have you noticed something strange about this path? When i came here today the plants were in full bloom and full of life, now look at them." Hienrick then motions to the trail they are following, the two can see that almost all of the track-side planets have died along with any small animals that are near it. "Vampires within Black Coaches leave a trail of death by the side of the roads where ever they travel so it wont be hard to track them, luckily for us larger animals and humans are immune to this affect." Hienrick then goes on to explain about Vampires being able to raise the dead to fight for them and that they are extremely fast and strong, so they will need combat training that Hienrick can give them. After a few more minutes Hienrick stops both of them and their mounts and turns in his saddle to look behind them. "I suggest we wait for a few minutes to let the others catch up, there is no way three of us can beat two vampires on our own, also while traveling, safety in numbers."

Aldegar and Nysard: As you two stand there arguing and bickering inside of the stables both Kai and Dyanah have left town and are several minutes away from your current location. After about five to six more minutes the man called Hienrick stands up and whistles for his horse, after mounting up he then bolts off down the road following Kai and Dyanah. A smart idea would be to asked one of the sisters at the temple to come with you as should any of you get injured or fall ill you will need a healer to get you healthy again. The young priestess called Keira is a good candidate as it seems that Benepal has already asked her to come with the group and she appears to be considering it.

Benepal: Aldegar and Nysard have gone off to the stables and appear to still arguing as you can hear them shouting at each other. Dyanah sets off on her own shortly followed by Kai and eventually the hunter named Hienrick, leaving you there with Aldegar, Nysard and Keira. It appears that Keira is thinking over the decision of whether or not to go with your group or remain here at the town. You also need to make the choice of staying here with Aldegar, Nysard and Keira or you could go after the others that have just left and hope that the others follow. You could also try and convince the others to hurry up so you can all catch up with the group that has just left.

Keira: Benepal has asked you if you will go along with their group to rescue Dyanah's Father, Nysard's Sister and Kai's Sister. It is a tempting offer as it offers a chance to get away from the town and the regular boring duties of the temple, along with the chance of having to deal with the carnage of another raid on the village should it happen. But if you chose to go with them then it wont be an easy life and you may not return as you have no idea where this path could lead you. You continue to stand there for several minutes before seeing Dyanah, Kai and the Strange man all leave the town on their horses(or mule in Dyanah's case) one after the other. Benepal seems torn between staying and going, Nysard and Aldegar still seem to be arguing. In the ends its your choice whether to stay or go.

OOC: The Below is for if you four(keira, benepal, aldegar, and nysard) all catch up with other three, should you choose to that is.

Nysard, Keira, Benepal, Aldegar: After several minutes riding you notice that all of the plant life and several small animals that were along side the track have all died and have started to decay, yet this morning everything was perfectly fine and alive, why this happened would open up many questions about if the fact the coach was indeed owned by vampires. Up ahead you can all see that the Stranger Hienrick, Dyanah and Kai have all stopped and are waiting for you. As you get close the one called Hienrick turns and starts to head off down the trail again, leaving you to talk to Kai and Dyanah about what has happened to the trail.
 
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