Post by DSadmin on Nov 4, 2007 17:30:49 GMT -5
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The year is 2007
And war is ever closer and the chaos ever spreading
We are Darkness.
We are Shadow.
The city of London is suffering daimon attacks nightly, Dark Hunters are going missing, either being killed or going rogue, a certain Goddess is acting like a love struck puppy over a certain atlantian. Just another night in the lives of those, that know what the real world is like. The Dark Hunters that survive attacks; injured or not are sent out onto the streets to save unsuspecting mortals form an untimely demise while Acheron watches unable to help but still able to advise and offer guidance to those that seek him out.
We are the Rulers of the Night.
The Were Hunter council continues to argue over simple matter and watch as their respective animal groups fight among themselves like always. Katagaria against Arcadian, Slayer against Sentinel, all in a war that goes back to the beginning of their cursed races. The local Sanctuary, the night club known to the humans as Quicksilver, is being over run by races and tempers are flaring to boiling point.
We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians.
The rules set down by Savitar are just barely keeping people, animals, Daimons alike from starting an all out war. Were- Hunters are losing members of their clans in minor battles; some caught in the crossfire trying not to be drawn into the fruitless battles and some that fight to protect what is theirs. With the in crease of races heading to the only place that stands for peace and protection while in its walls.
The SoullessKeepers.
The squire council argues as deceit and betrayal seep into its foundations like a deadly poison. Initiate squires are being turned into spies for the Daimon lord Stryker, while those true to their codes try to survive the tangled webs that have been made woven without them seeing. Most do not even see that their world being destroyed while they carry on with their lives, just business as usual.
Our souls were cast out so that we would not forewarn the Daimons we pursue. By the time they see us coming, it's too late.
Daimons are a massing for something that involves the city; Spathi, warrior Daimons, supposedly extinct have placed their claim on the city of London and all the souls that live there. Only one knows what their true mission is and that is to bring forth the Great Destroyer, the Goddess Apollymi from her prison Kalosis to weak havoc on the earth and Olympus. It would have been funny if it were not that she could destroy the world and everything else in a fit of rage.
The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans.
The conclave of Apollites that hides in the dense depths Epping Forest are preparing for the worst to come. They train themselves to stand up for what they haven’t before, instead of cowering in the darkness in fear of Dark Hunters anymore, they train to fight and kill and protect their families. Apollites are the only race that seems to be passive with all that is happening around them. However, they are almost as deadly as any other that stalks the dark streets.
Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead.
Will you stand by and watch the world destroyed by a woman with a grudge stretching back thousands of years...or will you stand and fight on the Dark Streets of London City?
We are the Dark-Hunters.
And we are eternal.[/align]
The year is 2007
And war is ever closer and the chaos ever spreading
We are Darkness.
We are Shadow.
The city of London is suffering daimon attacks nightly, Dark Hunters are going missing, either being killed or going rogue, a certain Goddess is acting like a love struck puppy over a certain atlantian. Just another night in the lives of those, that know what the real world is like. The Dark Hunters that survive attacks; injured or not are sent out onto the streets to save unsuspecting mortals form an untimely demise while Acheron watches unable to help but still able to advise and offer guidance to those that seek him out.
We are the Rulers of the Night.
The Were Hunter council continues to argue over simple matter and watch as their respective animal groups fight among themselves like always. Katagaria against Arcadian, Slayer against Sentinel, all in a war that goes back to the beginning of their cursed races. The local Sanctuary, the night club known to the humans as Quicksilver, is being over run by races and tempers are flaring to boiling point.
We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians.
The rules set down by Savitar are just barely keeping people, animals, Daimons alike from starting an all out war. Were- Hunters are losing members of their clans in minor battles; some caught in the crossfire trying not to be drawn into the fruitless battles and some that fight to protect what is theirs. With the in crease of races heading to the only place that stands for peace and protection while in its walls.
The SoullessKeepers.
The squire council argues as deceit and betrayal seep into its foundations like a deadly poison. Initiate squires are being turned into spies for the Daimon lord Stryker, while those true to their codes try to survive the tangled webs that have been made woven without them seeing. Most do not even see that their world being destroyed while they carry on with their lives, just business as usual.
Our souls were cast out so that we would not forewarn the Daimons we pursue. By the time they see us coming, it's too late.
Daimons are a massing for something that involves the city; Spathi, warrior Daimons, supposedly extinct have placed their claim on the city of London and all the souls that live there. Only one knows what their true mission is and that is to bring forth the Great Destroyer, the Goddess Apollymi from her prison Kalosis to weak havoc on the earth and Olympus. It would have been funny if it were not that she could destroy the world and everything else in a fit of rage.
The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans.
The conclave of Apollites that hides in the dense depths Epping Forest are preparing for the worst to come. They train themselves to stand up for what they haven’t before, instead of cowering in the darkness in fear of Dark Hunters anymore, they train to fight and kill and protect their families. Apollites are the only race that seems to be passive with all that is happening around them. However, they are almost as deadly as any other that stalks the dark streets.
Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead.
Will you stand by and watch the world destroyed by a woman with a grudge stretching back thousands of years...or will you stand and fight on the Dark Streets of London City?
We are the Dark-Hunters.
And we are eternal.[/align]