Undead Confederate: Range Wars (MISSION)

Benington, Crayford County, Virginia. Once a mighty mining town, when the gold dried up, everybody packed up and left, leaving only a skeleton town. As the years went bye, it shrank and shrank, until it was only a small collection of worn out buildings with worn out inhabitants. Past it was a stone path that led to the Forest of the Dead, named for its unusual occupier.

The Undead Confederate. A unseemly monster, a homicidal revenant. Not much was known about him. A few tidbits, here and there. Rumors. However, it was known that he never left his hunting grounds. Until now. Reports had came in that he was increasing his range.

He needed to be stopped.

Cal was leaning against a dimly lit lamppost in the foggy ghost town waiting for his meister hoping she didn't get lost. He sighed as he looked skyward to see the stars being a ghost town he could see them much better that Death city but still not as good as the British country side. he raised his hand skyward as if trying to grab them...he was somewhat in a trance.

Once again donning her assassin's creed jacket, Rowan wandered through a ghost town. 500 feet from her position, she saw her weapon. The sword meister jogged up to her weapon. Hey Cal, ready to seal away a kishin soul?"

Cal took a moment to respond exiting his trance and seeing his partner he smirked and gave a thumbs up "...you bet..." He said before making his way towards the Forest of the Dead on the side of the road that seemed to have less usage from back when it was a huge mining town, making sure to stay by his partner's side in case if she needed him.

Rowan looked around then held up a mission description tag, "Well, we might as well get looking for this Undead Confederate." She pulled out the shade crystal "I brought this along just in case." Pocketing again, she started walking "Come on Cal."

Cal already stand in front of the path leading into the Forest of Death waiting for his meister on the side of the road that was less worn down "...I find the name this forest a little cliché for some reason...but I guess it goes with the whole undead kishin egg..." he took notice of Rowan's shade crystal and shivers trailed down his spine, Cal wasn't sure what was freaked him out more, kishin eggs or Rowan cloning herself. he tried not to focus on it. "shall we start down this way or did something else catch your eye Velma?" He smirked as he began his teasing "either way it would be a bad idea to spilt up and look for clues."

The Forest of the Dead. Made up of a mix of oak and pine, it was devoid of the sound of wildlife. Indeed, the whole place gave off a dirty, corpse scent. But who cares about smell, jah? A more pressing concern would be the traps. Not all of the victims of the Undead Confederate had been slain by UnFeddie himself. More than one survivor had reported extensive use of traps. Indeed, as you walked down the worn out brick road, you would see a few beartraps, a trip wire or two, a snare, and off of the road a little bit, a pit.

".........Heheheheh."

You would hear a laugh coming from somewhere in the tree's. Perhaps good old UnFeddie himself?

Cal took a step in the air and formed a light shield underneath his feet creating a floating panel above the ground and the traps he offered Rowan his hand to help her up.

Rowan took her weapon's hand. "That's a handy power you have there Cal." She looked around and drew her shade crystal "Time to send out the scouts. They'll recon the area for us while we continue our search."




((OOC: The shade crystal: https://i.servimg.com/u/f58/18/62/19/07/downlo10.jpg ))

"It used to act purely on instinct similar to how a turtle goes inside it shell when frightened or when threated and it still does to be perfectly honest but I figured out a mental trick to over come it...more or less." Cal explained as he out stretched his arm down the direction of the path leading into the forest he shivered when Rowan mentioned the clones "...if you must..." he sighed not saying anything more fearing he may offend his partner.

Passing soul wavelength through her crystal, the clones formed and ran off in all directions "Let's keep going." Rowan saw the traps below them "There sure are a lot of those traps down there. The target must really not want us to catch them."

"This maybe me just being my trail of thought and how I speak and think but what if they are to keep themselves our target...in other words he isn't keeping people out but preventing himself or herself from leaving..." Cal thought as he walked behind with each light panel that they passed over turned into shards of golden light looking like glitter once they were safely onto the next panel.

Cue the sound of clones being maimed, killed, and audited as they ran over various traps, getting skewered, impaled, hamstringed, crushed, and killed by snakes. The sheer amount of traps decimated them, and there were quickly none, killed by the massive amount of traps. Bright side was, there were no more traps in that immediate area.

Which would be of much comfort, as your characters were soon knocked flat by a cannonball making impact right next to you.

"Reload....." It was at that moment you would see three cannons, manned by three ghouls each. You hadn't noticed them because their grey finery made them fit in quite well with the slight monochrome pallette of the forest, and the fact that they had been perfectly, perfectly still.

Anyways, there were three cannon teams, and the first was beginning to reload. The second began to aim at you. "That was a warning shot, Ma'am." One of the undead said to Rowan. "The next shot won't miss."

Cal shattered the light panels underneath there feet letting them drop the half a metre they were above the ground and the shards floated around his hands before he fired them into one of the cannons reforming the barriers inside the barrel this being unknown to the corpses though, he stared down the enemy showing no fear, remorse or mercy looking more "and that was mine sir, and now for the verbal warning, singe the tip of a single hair of my meister and you will be returning to your graves cremated."

OOC: assuming the ghouls look like skeletons

Adrenaline coursed through Rowan as the essences of her clones returned to the crystal. Standing to face her adversary, the sword meister's eyes narrowed, an angered scowl crossed her lips, and she held out her hand. "Let's get this taken care of Cal. Transform."

The speaking ghoul raises his hands. "Whoa whoa whoa. We don't want to fight. We were ordered to kill anyone who tried breaching the forest, and due to our current 'condition', we can't really say no. Unless we want to age to dust and have our souls eaten by the General. Just turn around, and walk away. Go home."

The sword meister just said flatly "No. We aren't leaving." Turning to Cal she said "Let's show them who's the better team."

Cal looked at he blankly and began a fainted golden light "would be so hard to say please instead of ordering me around?" he asked as he turned into his sword form with its blade still glowing a faint golden light.

"Sorry about that partner." Rowan giggled "Let's do this." She stared down her adversary. She took off her coat and threw it aside, revealing her battle clothes. She held Cal out in front of her "In the name of the shinigami Lord Death, your souls are mine!"



((OOC: Rowan's Battle Clothes: http://www.hellocosplay.com/images/costumes/edward-elric-costume-2.jpg ))

"Don't worry about it I know you didn't mean anything by it....(notices the battle clothes) I don't think now is the time to crossplay as Edward Elrick." Cal teased her after seeing Rowan her battle get up

Rowan pretended she didn't hear Cal's comment about crossplay. She just concentrated her soul wavelength into her feet. The sword meister went airborne and engaged the nearest spirit. "En guarde sucker!"

The ghouls attempt to fire the next cannon the moment Rowan gets in the air. Keyword being 'attempt'. For Cals little barrier trick had the effect of, when the cannon tried to fire, the cannonball being trapped in it. Which resulted in the entire cannon getting knocked back, falling on its side.

Rowans attack managed to hit one of the ghouls, sending it flying into a tree, making an audible crack. "Trickery, men! They magicked our cannons! Attack!" The ghouls drew their weapons. Four of them had cavalry swords, the other four had Smith and Wesson antique revolvers. The ones with swords rushed at Rowan, attempting a group attack, while the ones with civil war era pistols attempted to shoot her, although their accuracy left much to be desired.

"....I'm not even sure if what I can do is magic..." Cal commented as he pulled up light barriers in any blind spots or general areas that she didn't or wouldn't be able to cover or defend herself. "...but you know...never believe it's not so..." Once Cal saw one of the ghouls take aim he formed an angled barrier so the bullet would be deflected back. The barriers would shattered after a few strikes depending on the strength of the ghouls, but hopefully by then Rowan would have turned to her attention to those attackers he was defending her from.

Rowan was fighting on pure instinct. Slash, parry, duck, sweep. Her mind raced a mile a minute as she fought. Taking down the swordsmen, Rowan turned her attention to the pistol men. Focusing her soul wavelength, she stuck her fist to the ground, creating a low barrier for her to hide behind. The sword meister dropped into hiding and began to catch her breath.

Rowans attacks reduced the Ghouls to pieces. Unfortunately, being skeletal, being in pieces wasn't that big a problem for them. They quickly began reassembling. The barriers erected by Cal, meanwhile, managed to deflect the bullets right back at them, shattering a few bones, which DIDN'T reassemble. Apparently, slicing them to bits didn't work, but shattering trauma did.

Unfortunately, being mooks who knew they were outclassed, they began to panic a little. "Damnit, we aren't trained to fight magic wielding meisters!""We're done for!" "Everybody, retreat, tell the general I ordered it! I'll hold em off!" "Godbless you, Sarge!" The rest of the ghouls ran off in the direction of the manor, leaving behind a single Ghoul with a calvalry sword.

"I don't know who the hell you are, and I don't care. You need to listen to my warning. The general, the guy you call the Undead Confederate? You can't win. You aren't the first meister/weapon pair to try and kill him." He said, getting into a defensive stance.