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    The wind coming off the Pacific was colder than usual for San Francisco, even for early January. The fog rose in the night obscuring many of the mansions of Nob Hill in the distance. Lower down in the city, closer to Mission Bay the creaking of ships masts just beyond the quay echoed eerily though the gas lit night.
    It was late, most of the merchants of the city had long since taken to their beds with the every day dreams of every day people. A few “working girls” still stood on the occasional corner, but for even them, the hour was late, and the prospect of a last minute suitor were fastly fading as four individuals gathered outside a singular address.
    The brick building was large and spread out for nearly a fourth of the block as its rounded towers stuck up in the Queen Anne style along its outside edges rising even above the three stories that made up the main of the squarish building. A small brass plaquard shined in the towered gaslight from the street, seemingly impervious to the corrosive effects of the moist fog read: Societas Lucebit Semita.
    Four figures gathered in the pool of flickering gaslight that splashed against the door. Each of them had wary looks in their eyes as if they knew that more than met the eye dwelled in the shadows beyond the feeble protection of the light. There was a pall of something dark and forboding on the night. Something evil had entered San Fancisco, and it touched each of them to the marrow of their bones.




    Marshal Roland Bunn was not a hard man, but he was a man who'd made some hard decisions in his life, some of them harder than many would or could even could understand. He'd faced down with outlaws, russlers, thieves and murderers, and maybe even the devil himself, and had managed to bring them to justice. A year ago he'd nearly lost his life beyond the “Deadline” of the Oklahoma Terrritory and had it not been for the aid from another marshal who'd pulled Cesaer Cavendish and his machete off him, he knew that he'd have been just another victim of the outlaw's cunning evil, and the curse he carried to protect the innocent would be unleashed on humanity.


    Now, Judge Ryan of San Francisco had sent him here to this Society of the Shining Way to investigate what had become of the mysterious marshal. Sheridan Plant had returned home to bury his father three months ago, and has not been heard from since. Evidence suggested that the man was somehow connected to this mysterious society and the Service was interested in what they knew about the disappearance of a man who'd been able to traverse deeper beyond the “Deadline” than any other lawman.


    From under hooded lids, he studied his companions who'd each exited individual coaches. Two women, both of exceptional beauty and one Chinese, and a man dressed in a long duster and carrying a six shooter holstered crosswise like Doc Holliday reportedly wore, and who was sure to turn the ladies' eye all stood awaiting the door to open.


    It had been a rough few weeks for Amelia. She'd gotten some disturbing news from a “working girl” who'd wandered through the establishment of one of her “sisters” with a wild tale of darkness and blood. Most frighteningly of all was that it centered around a woman for whom she'd always had the utmost respect, a woman who'd shown her how to rise above the station of a simple “working girl” to owning her own establishment, and eventually helped her build her vast network of information, Amanda Russell.


    Amanda had always been a good friend and the two had shared many a quiet evening on Amanda's somewhat frequent trips to San Francisco up until about two and a half months ago. Then the letters, the gifts (some of the best homemade apple buttter she'd ever tasted) had all ceased to follow her letters. Then two nights ago, Belle Butler had brought her one of the girls to tell a tale of betrayal, of blood, and evil that walked the land. The girl had barely escaped with her life, if not her intact sanity from Lunam, Nevada with a final letter from Amanda.


    “We are lost to evil. Get help from the Society of the Shining Weay. Death and beyond stalk the streets of Lunam, and it will only be cleansed by fire. I am sending this by poor Lorainne. She speaks little English but is a good girl. Please take care of her, she's last of my girls. HE COMES! BEWARE THE DRAGON!

    By my hand and my blood,
    Amanda.”


    Something had told Amelia that the dark brown ink on the paper was indeed the blood of her old friend.


    Over the years, Amelia had developed her own contacts. Advice, both business and personal, had been freely given “afterwards”. Some of it had come from some of the most powerful men in the country- one had even sat in the highest halls of power in the land- and when it came to advice about “things man shuddered to consider” one name had always been whispered reverently: The Society of the Shining Way. So it was here she'd come for help.


    Beside her were two men, and another woman. All seemed as anxious as she to allowed entrance into the builidng and out of the path of whatever stalked the Streets of San Francisco.


    Windsinger pulled the trenchcoat tight around him. He could smell it on the wind. One of the Lords of the Dunkelhexerasse was close enough that his presence cast a pall on the land for hundreds of miles.. Not a simple blutgheist, not a Zauberer, but one of the Lords, the dark hexerasse who ruled the others with an iron fist and savage shadows that could cut the soul as well as the flesh.


    He'd felt a presence like this once in his life some score of years ago while traveling in Eastern Europe- Hungary to be precise. Three young members of the Society had done something so brash, so courageous, and so completely stupid that it could have only been contemplated by the young and the mortal. They had snatched away a prize of great value from the very doorsteps of a Blutgheist Lord. A sacrifice to the Dark Lord that would have given him sway over the entirety of three continents had been stolen from the very gates of Castle Poenari had been stolen, and perhaps the last of the lost tribe of the hexenrasse had been preserved.


    But Windsinger had felt the power and anger of that Lord as his mind raged across the Carpathians looking for what had been stolen. It had threatened to turn the blood in Windsinger's veins to the burning hot blood metal. The Lord's Tsigani agents had scoured the countryside in a vain attempt to find the missing children and of the seven men who'd stolen them, only three survived to make their way out of Europe with their prize.
    Now he felt that presence again- somewhere west of this City by the Bay, and there was violence and revenge to be had. Now he found himself seeking the aid of the Society to do the job on which they all agreed- the eradication of the blutgheist from the face of this continent. And he knew THIS was one job he could not do alone. The Son of the Dragon had come to America and meant to make it his own.


    As he waited quietly outside the door, he studied the others. One had lawman written all over him, and mixed in with the human scents of leather, and oil, and sweat, was a brief hint of hellfire and something else. This man had been touched by the auldfolk and did not know it. The other two were women of uncommon beauty, a western woman and an Oriental- by the cast of her head, Chinese he suspected. All looked uncomfortable and their eyes kept darting nervously toward the shadows.


    Mistress Li Kao stood stoically as she awaited one of them to decide to tap the silver knocker on the great wooden door. Her contacts, few as they might be, in the Chin section of this city had told her that a monk of the White Shrine by the name of Gin Chow had been known to occassionally visit this strange building of coiled and ready to spring yin chi, chained and channeled by the sunlight of the yang. It stood out like a beacon to her mystical senses. This was a place of power. A place that harnessed both the darkness and the light to walk among men. It was a place of learning, and of leadership. But it was knowledge at a terrible cost, and leadership from the shadows, not in the open. She could not help but smile to herself. It felt as much like the White Shrine as anything she'd encountered since crossing the vast ocean to this land. These people would be able to lead her to her brother monk and possibly to this Merlin Holmwoood.


    She briefly studied her companions. A woman, and from the looks of her one who'd touched and had been touched by the darkness and who'd stood strong. She was uncommonly beautiful for a western woman and Kao had to fight down an impulse to attempt to straighten her hair next to her. One of the men wore a tin star on his shirt and a nasty looking firearm at his side that seemed to pulse with the power of the yin. It was a weapon that she had no desire to touch or to be touched with. But the man's chi seemed to be very yang oriented. He was stalwart, and courageous. In another life, he'd have made a fine brother. Finally, was the brown headed stranger who was all fire and wind. There was much of the yang coming from him, and maybe just a touch of the yin darkness.


    As the four strangers looked around to see who would be first to step forward and seize the silver lion shaped knocker the door suddenly opened and a tall thin man with a thick head of black hair and grey eyes peeked out. He was of an indeterminable age, somewhere between forty and ninety, and was dressed in a smart black butler's livery. He smiled at the foursome and said, “It would seem that I find at my master's door, Master Hadrian, a long time acquaintance and sometimes friend of the Society; Marshal Bunn, sent to speak to my master by none other than Judge Ryan, the Lady Clementine, and a priestess of the White Shrine. Please come in. I will show you to the parlor where Master Hawke is awaiting you.” Stepping back from the door, he opened it wide just as a light rain began to hit the flagstone of the walkway and the bricks of the street. It promised to be an unpleasant night outside as a streak of lighting lit up the western sky and briefly outlined the creaking masts of the ships anchored in the harbor.
    Last edited by cobalt-blue; 11-23-2014, 04:55 PM.
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  • #2
    Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

    Marshall Roland Bunn
    HP 1
    Condition Normal

    Roland sniffed the air and looked around at his companions. It struck him that likely they would be touched in someway as he was, but he didn't much cotton to the idea of dragging civilians into the business of the law. Many people he had dealt with had issue with the Chinese, but they were like everybody else to him, just people trying to get on with their lives. The other gentlemen seemed normal, but the hairs on his neck said otherwise.

    He turned to Amanda and Li Kao and smiled.

    "This doesn't strike me as a good place for a lady to be, but considering it has just started raining, perhaps we would be better off inside."

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    • #3
      Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

      Windsinger
      HP: 1
      Condition: Normal
      Emotion: Worry

      Disguise as Hadrian: Skill Mastery for 21 + 20 from Glamour = 41
      Windsinger's lips tightened as he closed his eyes momentarily, cocking his head to the side and letting the tapestries of energy wash over him. It was him once again, the one known by the Fey as the Presence of Fire and Shadow. Some time ago, what would to a mortal have been a great span, he had resided in the heart of Europe, where seven of the most typical of mortals - brash, hotheaded, impetuous - had stolen away a great prize. Three had survived and gone over the sea, and the matter had, apparently, been settled.

      Until now.

      Those who were sensitive (and here, he was the only one truly so, though the Oriental woman had perhaps a faint awareness by his reckoning) could feel a great and terrible presence bearing down upon the land - and the Land, too, as the Blutgheist Lord set about bending it to his will. This was not something that could be allowed to stand, and so, for the first time, he found himself fully committing to a Societas endeavour, not as a sudden appearance or a hanger-on, but an intrinsic part of the group from start to end.

      Despite the unprecedented involvement, he was not yet prepared to drop his Glamour. As his hand ghosted idly across what was, to all appearances, the handle of his gun (though beneath the illusion lay the hilt of his Fey-wrought blade), he looked closer at the hint of hellfire on the lawman. That would bear investigating - even such a small taint could corrupt, especially when borne by an unsuspecting mortal. He could wait, though; the man was of that leathery, unyielding cast that the conditions of the West so loved to breed, and would endure a while longer.

      Giving the butler a cursory nod, he stepped inside, carefully flicking his coat just so to leave him easy access to his sword. It was a manoeuvre he had practiced countless times over the decades, and to all but the most seasoned of veterans it would seem innocuous - a repositioning, or shaking off the rain. A first test, to determine the adroitness of his fellows.

      At the lawman's comment, he said nothing, though quirked an eyebrow slightly as one corner of his lips twitched upwards in amusement. The Oriental woman could handle herself at least as well as the Marshal; it was written in every calculatedly graceful movement. His long-honed instincts told him that the other woman would also, at least, be able to put up a better fight than most. Such condescension was amusing; a breed as long-lived as the Fey had far too much time on their hands to poison it with petty rivalry.

      Admittedly, they spent it on grand rivalries instead, great games of intrigue, politics and backstabbing, but it was at least equal in all respects of gender and Court. He had never had much taste for it himself, preferring to head out into the world and infuriate the mortals, but he was at least basically competent. He had a feeling he would need it here, with such differing backgrounds coming together. He would have his work cut out for him, trying to maintain the illusion of humanity.

      He smirked to himself.

      Let the games begin.
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      • #4
        Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

        Mistress Li Kao
        HP: 1
        Condition: Cautious


        Mistress Li gave a slight smile to the apparent lawman. "Your concern of me is too kind, good sir. But I will take it for what it is..."

        Her voice trailed off as she looked toward the other gentleman of the gathering. She took two steps quickly back away from him, but then steadied herself. With as little inflection as she could, she said, "We are all guests here, no?"

        The door was open, and she motioned with her closed parasol, Please. I do not wish to delay our meeting."

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        • #5
          Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

          Amelia Clementine
          HP: 1
          Condition: Apprehensive

          The trip had been a long one, but after reading the letter written in blood, there was no question whether she would find her answers. It seemed like everywhere she asked led to more questions though. One name kept coming up though, this Societas, which had led her to this door in the middle of the night.

          Finding herself surrounded by the others at first put her at ease to know there were others who were of a like mind. And while she did not have the abilities the others had to sense their surroundings, she had made a living reading people. The Chinese woman's stoic expression gave her little, and Amy did not make as much of a practice of reading women as men for obvious reasons. The other two though, there was a tension hanging in the air that she couldn't quite decide if it was excitement, fear, or a combination of both.

          Nevertheless, she was relieved to see the door swing open and followed the butler inside.

          "You big strong men, too nervous to open the door for the ladies? " she quipped, a tease of a smile played across her face.

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          • #6
            Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

            As the party of unlikely visitors entered and the butler closed the door with an audible click of the mechanism, a sense of calm seemed to descend upon the four wayfarers. Moving with a grace and dignity that befit his station, the butler took the coats of the four and hung them in a small closet. Finally,he turned and said, “Master Hawke is awaiting you. If you will follow me.”


            His heels were unusually silent against the marble floor- an expensive luxury even for San Francisco- as he led the four down a hall of rich maple polished to a high sheen. Opening one of the large double doors of the parlor he announce,“Your guests, Sir.” Stepping aside, he gestured for the four visitors to enter a large book filled room.


            The first impression of the room was masculine. Heavy wooden furniture with rich leather upholstery in reds and blacks dominated the scene. The sweet smell of pipe tobacco seemed to tantalize the senses, just at the edge of detection. A small man with rich coppery hair was standing in front of the desk. Barely clearing five feet, his presence was out of proportion to his size. His green eyes seemed to frown under the locks of rich dark coppery hair. He was wearing a black suit with a vest in rich green paisleys, a design popular back East at this time.


            Nodding to the butler, he said, “That will be all Corwin. Thank you.” Then turning his attention toeach of his guests he said, “Please come in. Can I offer you a brandy?
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            • #7
              Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

              Amelia Clementine
              HP: 1
              Condition: Relaxed

              Following the butler down the hallway, Amelia felt like she somehow belonged to this building. Something calming about the rich accents and wood grain. It could have also been the fact that she was no longer standing in the dark with a group of uneasy people. Entering what she assumed was the library or study, she took in her surroundings with practiced grace, she paid especially close attention to the books lining the walls and made a mental note to see what subjects they covered. The man, Mr. Hawke, was far from what she had expected. Short, but with a commanding presence, his eyes reminded her of his namesake, something carnivorous in a way.

              "A brandy would be lovely," Madame Clementine answered and took one of the offered chairs. Unsure of what to make of the man in his entirety just yet, she decided instead to see where this meeting was going.

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              • #8
                Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

                Marshall Roland Bunn
                HP 1
                Condition Normal

                Amelia Clementine
                "You big strong men, too nervous to open the door for the ladies? " she quipped, a tease of a smile played across her face.
                Roland was tongue-tied at the comment, but immediately moved to hold the door open before following the butler to the book filled room and meeting the small well dressed man.

                “Please come in. Can I offer you a brandy?”
                Roland had never particular been fond of brandy, but he wasn't going to turn down a free drink.

                "Thank you Sir."

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                • #9
                  Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

                  Windsinger
                  HP: 1
                  Condition: Normal
                  Emotion: Discomfort

                  Windsinger remained standing and positioned himself just on the edge of what would still be considered 'part of the group', with a clear path to both the window and the door. He disliked mortal buildings; they were dead and confining, cutting away the hum of nature from the air and leaving it still and leaden. Accepting a brandy, he took a contemplative sip and muttered something. Those among the group with keen hearing might pick up something about 'not as good' and '1121 vintage', but you probably misheard that last part.

                  Originally posted by OOC
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                  • #10
                    Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

                    Mistress Li Kao
                    HP: 1
                    Condition: Cautious


                    The Oriental woman found her way inside with the rest of the visitors, and walked quietly along. There was a hint of an appreciative smile at the woodwork, and, when the time came that they were introduced to their host, a very slight bow.

                    "I do not drink, but if you have tea, or simply water, I would not say no."

                    The words were heavily accented, and a little hesitant. They were also a lie; Mistress Li would drink from time to time, but to start with an intoxicant in an unknown situation wasn't something she wished to indulge in.

                    Windslinger's words caused Mistress Li to raise an eyebrow. She gave him a questioning gaze. "Do you have first-hand knowledge of such things, sir?"

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                    • #11
                      Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

                      (OOC)First and foremost- Happy Thanksgiving. I hope that each of you at this time of year are with family and/or friends who love and who loves you and that you will be blessed by your gods. Personally, I'm simply thankful to BE HERE this year and my beautiful wife, family, and friends are a bonus. Happy Thanksgiving.


                      As he turned to leave, Corwin nodded toHawke and said, “I will see to the lady's tea. I believe we have an excellent Camellia white tea in the pantry that master Gin Chow favors."


                      Hawke nodded and said, “Thank you,Corwin.” Then turning to the cabinet he began pouring the requested brandies. “I suspect the same situation has brought you all to my door on this cold winter night. To be honest, I believe that the dunkelhexerasse's presence has become so pronounced that even those who are not metaphysically inclined can sense that something is amiss. Things cannot continue apace without doing serious damage to the psyche of quite a few people.


                      As he turned back with the proffered glasses, he inclined his head toward a circle of leather wing back chairs with a small table between them. “Please have a seat and we can discuss what needs to be done.
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                      • #12
                        Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

                        Marshall Roland Bunn
                        HP 1
                        Condition Confused

                        Hawke nodded and said, “Thank you,Corwin.” Then turning to the cabinet he began pouring the requested brandies. “I suspect the same situation has brought you all to my door on this cold winter night. To be honest, I believe that the dunkelhexerasse's presence has become so pronounced that even those who are not metaphysically inclined can sense that something is amiss. Things cannot continue apace without doing serious damage to the psyche of quite a few people.
                        Roland heard a word which made no sense to him, but then he was starting to get the impression that was going to happen a lot this evening.

                        "Excuse me, but what is a dunkelhexerasse?"

                        ooc

                        Bunn knows next to nothing, so expect this a lot for a bit

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                        • #13
                          Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

                          Windsinger
                          HP: 1
                          Condition: Normal

                          Originally posted by Crazyivan777 View Post
                          Mistress Li Kao
                          HP: 1
                          Condition: Cautious


                          The Oriental woman found her way inside with the rest of the visitors, and walked quietly along. There was a hint of an appreciative smile at the woodwork, and, when the time came that they were introduced to their host, a very slight bow.

                          "I do not drink, but if you have tea, or simply water, I would not say no."

                          The words were heavily accented, and a little hesitant. They were also a lie; Mistress Li would drink from time to time, but to start with an intoxicant in an unknown situation wasn't something she wished to indulge in.

                          Windslinger's words caused Mistress Li to raise an eyebrow. She gave him a questioning gaze. "Do you have first-hand knowledge of such things, sir?"
                          Originally posted by cobalt-blue View Post
                          (OOC)First and foremost- Happy Thanksgiving. I hope that each of you at this time of year are with family and/or friends who love and who loves you and that you will be blessed by your gods. Personally, I'm simply thankful to BE HERE this year and my beautiful wife, family, and friends are a bonus. Happy Thanksgiving.


                          As he turned to leave, Corwin nodded toHawke and said, “I will see to the lady's tea. I believe we have an excellent Camellia white tea in the pantry that master Gin Chow favors."


                          Hawke nodded and said, “Thank you,Corwin.” Then turning to the cabinet he began pouring the requested brandies. “I suspect the same situation has brought you all to my door on this cold winter night. To be honest, I believe that the dunkelhexerasse's presence has become so pronounced that even those who are not metaphysically inclined can sense that something is amiss. Things cannot continue apace without doing serious damage to the psyche of quite a few people.


                          As he turned back with the proffered glasses, he inclined his head toward a circle of leather wing back chairs with a small table between them. “Please have a seat and we can discuss what needs to be done.
                          Originally posted by Corrigon View Post
                          Marshall Roland Bunn
                          HP 1
                          Condition Confused



                          Roland heard a word which made no sense to him, but then he was starting to get the impression that was going to happen a lot this evening.

                          "Excuse me, but what is a dunkelhexerasse?"

                          ooc

                          Bunn knows next to nothing, so expect this a lot for a bit
                          Windsinger moved in towards the circle of chairs, but declined to sit, instead taking up a position by the side of the empty seat where he could still have clear access to both window and door. Taking another sip of brandy, he turns to Mistress Li, and something indefinable twinkles in his eye. "Aah." He makes a dismissive motion. "When you've been around as much as I have, you pick up a few things." The corner of his mouth twitches, and you get the sense he's laughing at something only he can see.

                          At the Marshal's question, his expression flattens, falling into a seriousness that looks... odd on his face, as if it were not meant to sit there. "The Hexerasse, my dear Marshal, are that which go bump in the night. They are the flickering presence at the corner of your eye, the monster under the bed, the howl in the woods and the wolf amongst the flock. They are shape-shifters and blood-drinkers, magic-casters and Fey-beings. They stand on the other side of the veil between the mortal world and the true one, and they are all the stronger for it."

                          He closes his eyes and bows his head for a moment, and, fleetingly, he looks unbearably old and weary despite his young countenance.

                          "Don't get me wrong. They are not evil, at least not inherently. The Societas itself has several Hexerasse associates who have been of great aid on numerous occasions. The problem lies in the detachment, the gap between worlds - the ordinary man is a dull, powerless, short-lived thing, and seems so simply unimportant to them. It is that, more than natural malice, which makes the great majority of them so cruel - and why those that would work with mortals and the Societas so rare."

                          Sighing, he raises his head, staring out of the window into the far distance.

                          "However, as with humanity, there have always and will forever be those who are evil, who kill and maim and torture merely because they can, because they are stronger and faster and better. It is they, specifically, that the Societas stands against. And it is one of them that we are here about, if my information is correct."

                          Finally, he stops speaking, allowing a heavy silence to settle for a moment before fixing his host with an emerald-eyed stare.

                          "Am I right, Mister Hawke?"

                          Originally posted by OOC
                          Took a bit of a stab at some of the things in there. Let me know if I got any of it wrong.
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                          • #14
                            Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

                            Amelia Clementine
                            HP: 1
                            Condition: Curious

                            Amelia accepted the offered drink as she took the new seat at the table. She was always skeptical of those who refused to sit, and cast a weary eye at the man still standing looking at the windows.

                            She attempted to follow the line of conversation, but was confused by the word dunkelhexerasse. From context she could glean that it must be the monsters that had destroyed her world. Just hearing the description made her blood boil.

                            "There's no such thing as a good monster, " she stated flatly, trying in earnest to hide the hatred behind the words. "They will all turn, as you just described, they likely see us humans as little more than a meal. I say we kill them all, we treat them the same as they treat us - something to be dealt with quickly."

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                            • #15
                              Re: Gunslingers and Vampires: Monster Hunting in the Old West (IC)

                              Mistress Li Kao
                              HP: 1
                              Condition: More relaxed


                              Mistress Li bowed her head slightly, showing subservience to those who continued the conversation. She found her seat and accepted the tea offered to her, then nodded at the various assessments. She then looked to the host of the gathering expectantly to see where he wished to turn the discussion.

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