The Wolf's Den

[TRHeadshot]

   A lone figure is seen, wandering through the night. It came so swiftly, so completely... We had no time, none at all. The emblem of a wolf flanking a powerful dragon could be seen on his chest plate. Dead... They're all dead... Every last **** one of them... all gone. Suddenly, a small girl approaches the man. Hesitantly, she hands him an old shabby book... bearing the emblem of a dragon.
   "Little girl, where did you get this?" He inquired, stunned.
   "My grandfather, he left it for me, in an old trunk... Were you one of his friends?" The man begins to cry, falling to his knees.
   "Yes... yes I was." He thinks back to that fateful night, when all went to hell.

   "Hold em' back! Keep firing!" A group of soldiers, clad in ebony armor, attempt to hold off a much larger group of mismatched enemies.

   Members of the many clans who formed an empire, to eliminate a threat which they did not understand. They were successful, successful in killing many. They did not fell an empire, but a family... A family of those who fought to take back our world, to live a better life.
   The man, regaining his composure, thanks the girl. Turning toward the sunset, he begins a long journey, whose destination may only be reached through death. The man died that day, not in body, but in spirit. That man's name... was Carter "TRHeadshot" Gison.

[CrazyHobo]

Suddenly, the old man opens his eyes.
A small journal appears infront of him.
After examinating it closely, he notices, that an equally old man with a sledge hammer in hand is standing tall infront of him. It is, as if the tall man's age never affected him, that he is still the same as he was 40 years ago.
The Tall Man lends the old man his hand, which the old man accepts.
There's still one more thing left to do, before leaving.
The journal is the final piece to achieving it. It is the journal of the old man's dearest friend, one with whom he shared much through the crisis.
Now the remaining knowledge of the journal must be put to use.
The two elders trancsend downstairs, to what used to be the engineering sector, dragging skeletons with them.
They spend hours, days, weeks creating.
Creating new weapons, but most importantly: new armour. Crushing the bones of their comrades to dust, they spray each new powerfull set of armour with a layer of their comrades's souls.
The Tall Man forges the armour, while the old man draws schematics, using his previous knowledge of the human body to maximise the power of their creations.

Then the old man reforges his old rusty sabre into a dark rapier like blade, designed to quickly penetrate the organs, being mighty, while being light. Then he soaks it in the poisons, that were left in the labs. A new engraving can be seen on it, but you can't see it right now.

Then they gather up the newer generation.
The Tall man teaches them to handle firearms and to forge new weapons and armour, while the old man teaches them to heal, to kill, to exploit the weaknesses of the human body, to think during harsh times.
The Old Man gives his new sabre to a younger one, which shows his gratitude by saying something with a strange eastern accent, similar to the Old Man's.
Then The Tall Man aproaches a younging, who has an emotionless face with bored eyes. He gives him a massive black revolver, then teaches him to use it.

Then the duo is standing infront of 4 people.
One of them is their mysterious friend from the past. As if age had no toll on him.
Like I sayed, some of us were busy handeling side effects of our "medicine".
The Duo gives out orders to the four, who have strange Dragon signs on their armours.
The young ones behind the four are having a strange Wolf-like sign on their armours.


When the time came, which was at the day's end, civilians and peacefull people had no idea, that the new generation came in silence.

The Eastern Young One aproaches a group of people with his new sabre.
The words "Fear the Dusk" are engraved on them.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

((**** EPIC! The new generation begins!

And how'd you get my revolver?

>.>
<.<))

[CrazyHobo]

((**** EPIC! The new generation begins!

And how'd you get my revolver?

>.>
<.<))

I didn't.
Vorax did.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

((Oh...right, yeah. >.>

Well, how'd HE get it?

*Imagines VoraX going into the depths of the hell that is the secronum building to retrieve my revolver*

xD ))

[CrazyHobo]

oh, well, he did it, when the zombies were gone.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

Aww....

No epic quest to retrieve a memento from a loyal follower type thing?

[CrazyHobo]

do you honestly believe, that The Archlord would climb all the way down to hell to get your revolver back?
Hell naw.

He's to cool to risk his life for you.

(just kidding. Look, doesn't matter how he got it. Better ask this question: who did you bang to have a son?)

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

Good point, who DID I bang? o.O

I'm usually too busy being all anti social and stuff. xD

And VoraX is totally cool enough to plough his way through hell to get his hands on a unique weapon.

[CrazyHobo]

it's not unique, there's an unlimited ammount of copies in Admin's vault.

And Vorax knows how to get in it.

O_O
That explains where he got the revolver!!!

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

So mine is still rusting away in hell?

[CrazyHobo]

the new generation needs everything new.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

*Just had an idea*

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

A dark figure can be seen walking along the still blood stained sidewalk, his face hidden in the shadow of a hood, abruptly he stop's near a burnt out streetlight and lookes upward toward an old 12 story building, the man's mind flooding with memories from a long time past, he withdraws his hand from his pocket and reaches down to the holster at his side, he withdraws an old black and slightly rusted revolver, the BD insignia still visible upon it's hilt.

In the dark light the mans hand is visible, Thick black veins run up through the pale skin, he holds the revolver gently as he examines it, it's former glory all but diminished, the piece of equipment nothing but a relic now.

The man walks around the back of the building and in the darkness he approaches the wall, with his other hand he pushes on a brick and with seemingly no effort at all, dislodges it from it's place, he pulls it out and gently places the revolver in the cavity, he then replaces the brick.

He walks back to the front of the building, takes one last look at what was his only home once, then walks calmly down the sidewalk, whistling an old BD war song, never to return again.

[CrazyHobo]

maybe we should revamp the rp?