Gunfire echoed through the abandoned Port Town, Renelay, even in its saddening sight was once again inhabited, but not only by the Natives of the world, but by foreign Vampires, Outworlders, and Mercenaries. Tracer fire was bouncing off the walls, cobblestone streets and sidewalks and into the skies as jets zoomed by, dropping bombs at the docked ship.
As the parachute bombs approached it, one by one, they exploded midair as the Vampire Knights inside the five mast Man-O-War sailing ship had completely intercepted the incoming munitions, the debris it sent flying halted by the oval shield around it. The afternoon sun did not affect the Bloodsuckers as they continually defended their positions around the rotting wooden dockyards.
Rangers made a mad dash to the front of the Church, ready for a big battle inside the abandoned structure of the Holy See. They place plastic explosives on the two large doors. Blowing it clean open and the skeletons march inside with guns up. They immediately take cover on the first row of Pews while the General with his dragon on his left shoulder valiantly walks in the middle, straight to the Altar where an alluring teenage woman in a crimson gown stood staring at the empty pedestals meant for the many Saints of the religion.
He also sees Caine and Isabella are hugging each other tightly on her right as her Knights and Vampire Mages step out of the shadows, their shoulders planted on the thick concrete pillars, ready to dodge their fury of lead at any given moment.
As he continues to walk on the center aisle, he notices Knights armed with crossbows are on walkways that surround the entire room. Outside, more Vampire Knights on horseback come to reinforce the Church, his Rangers immediately break the stained glass and start suppressing the oncoming enemies.
Jackson on the other hand goes up to the beautiful woman at the Altar, revolver drawn and pointed. Her long black hair flowed down to her heels, the frilly crimson gown she donned being the very same one he had seen before. "Wait a sec... I know where that killer look came from." A sweet young womanly voice then replies to him. "Oh my, we meet again, Knight General of Eldwood. Seems that my hunch is correct."
"You again... I now know the source of your Ara!" He then turned his head to her right where Caine was. "The players have been selling you people, Manga's haven't they? Caine here, you went with those Vampire players who immigrated to Schon months ago, when we were still frozen didn't you?!"
Even with the gun behind her back, she didn't care to look at him straight in the eyes. "Oh, we have a detective. They indeed have and I've been quite fond of reading of your species... depiction of us vampires. The wordings and translations are a bit off, but one thing remains true to the language." She continues to observe the intricate woodwork on the empty halls meant to show to the Saints.
"HAH! I KNEW IT! I FUCKING... Wait, then does this mean players have also installed themselves into your society?" swaying her hip to the right, showcasing her beautiful thighs to him under the cloth, the Countess puts her hand on top of it, Jackson unable to look away at the seductive move. "They indeed quite have. Interesting people, all of you, it's also why I came here. I've made a promise, and a Vampire's Promise is not to be taken lightly. Sir Jackson, may we parlay perhaps?" the sound of a hammer being pulled down then reverberates in the acoustic halls of the Church.
Caine had to process the situation a bit, looking at the immensely beautiful Countess and the Knight General multiple times before arriving at a conclusion. "You both know each other?" The two ignored him as Miss Minuit turned around, looking a bit down to meet the gaze of the undead. Both their eyes were full of murder and their sights were fixated on each other's weapons.
"Seeing that you've not attacked me yet. I get the feeling you're also debuffed and affected by the Morning Sun, am I right?" a smirk appears on her face, her golden eyes shone brightly, her human-like pupils changing into the predatory vertical slits found in monsters. "Do not make me laugh, your ignorance knows no bounds. To compare a Vampire of my type, a magnificent Purebred to those barbaric lowly ones. I shall let this slip as mere jesting, Sir Jackson."
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Army of the Damned
General Fiction"Are we never going to find a way home?" - The Knights of Eldwood is a relatively small Player Guild in the Full Dive VR Game of Dark World. After being defeated multiple times by the larger Player Kingdoms, they're now forced to the most dangerous...
