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ic: From the Dawn Of time they came, moving silently down through the centuries. Living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the gathering, when the few who remain will battle to the last, to gain the prize.

They are the immortals.

On the streets of London in the year 2008, a secret battle is taking place, and its conclusion is coming about. The last of the immortals have been drawn to the old city to fight it out for the prize that they will gain at the end.

As the legend tells it There Can Be Only One!!

The rain beat down hard as Arthur strolled across Trafalgar Square a flash of lightning illuminated the night sky. Arthur stopped and looked around, the streets were deserted, mainly due to it being four o'clock in the morning and because of the storm that had hit.

"So this is were the gathering will be held" Arthur thought to himself, the last time he had been in the city was when the great fire of London had destroyed over one third of the city's housing . Soaked to the skin he moved off again heading in the vague direction of St Paul's Cathedral, he had been in the city for two days now and not once had he felt the familiar pain that coursed through his body when another immortal was close.

"When will it all begin?" Arthur spoke aloud as he walked "The prize will finally be won, and i will be the ONLY one" He moved off as St Paul's Loomed over head.

Ryan O' brian, currently known as Tim (Timothy) haultz, was pacing back and forth when he felt the presense of another immortal nearing. Finally He thought to himself, grinning and drawing two kunais. Being a mercanery, Tim had learned to both never hold back when a possible enemy was approaching, and to also put away your morality when in combat. Those two lessons had saved him many times. He stepped behind a pillar where he was hidden and pulled three kunai out, holding two, and biting down on one to hold it in for storage. He knew kunai wouldn't kill the other immortal unless he somehow struck his head clean off with one, but he was planning on only using them to distract or else annoy his opponent until he got close enough to use his katana.

Arthur felt the familiar twinge of pain that shot through his body, when ever a immortal was in close proximity. Thinking quickly he moved into the grave yard of St Paul's, and began to walk between the graves that lay there. He knew that no immortal would go against the rules that had been set centuries ago, about fighting on holy land.

"Come out Immortal!" Arthur shouted "This is holy land you know the rules" He stopped and turned on the spot looking into the shadows for any sign of the immortal that stayed in the dark.

The rain beat down harder as another bolt of lightning illuminated the grave yard, sending long shadows along the ground.

Wolfgang stood looking out the window of his hotel room. The famous English rain hammered London, sheets of harsh water battering those who walked the streets below. Exhaling slowly as he finished his drink, Wolf shook his head. It was now, the gathering. The last few of us to have made it this far, here and now. There would only be one, there could only be one.

Some of the strongest immortals survived this long, swordsmen and women of great skill, and cunning. Each fight would be one on an epic scale. Each battle would resonate and the world would little know until the last remaining immortal would command the forces to reshape it as they willed.

Sighing, Wolf made his way to the large cases he had brought with him, opening one he pulled out the war sword. A gleaming piece of metal, sharpened and honed to a deadly edge. Enough to sever a human head from the neck. Smiling briefly Wolf lifted the long, battered leather sheath from the case next. Laying both down on the bed he removed the baldric, with a resigned exhalation he attached the baldric and sheath. Slipping the baldric on he then eased the flawless sword into the sheath. Finding his great coat he shrugged into the floor length black coat. The sheath hung on his side, flat against his lean hips. The coat large enough to cover the sword as he walked.

Pouring another drink he turned towards the raining night again, "There can be only one." Wolf whispered as he downed the drink.

Claudia Aria, now formally know as April Freeman, stepped onto the streets from the airport. The 26-looking 50 year old had just arrived on a late flight. She opened up her umbrella and, patting her pocket to make sure she had the directions to her pre-aqquired accomodations, she moved off down the street.
"Oh, there's no place like London!" she muttered in a singsong voice under her breath and, twirling her colourful umbrella, she headed off down the street.

Alex got into his car in front of his rented apartment, it was rented under the alias of Robert Johnson-a highly common name that should let him blend into society,he could feel what was commonly called the quickening around him..he'd compare it to a fine wine perhaps, but he had no time to reminice as one of the last immortals, each of the remianing fighters would be the ultimant test of everything he'd learned over the years,the taming of Gaul, the Fall of Rome, and untold other events had marked his life as a warrior,sometimes he wondered what it would be like to simply end it..he chided himself for that kind of thinking though, he'd come to far to quit now.
He drove through Londons red light district-he'd always found that the lower end of society offered better concealment, and more interesting activities. He soon pulled into a semi-abandoned lot behind a bar, and retrived his Flamberge-his twin Kukuris were already under his heavy leather trench coat.."Ok then..where are you?" he said to himself..he could feel his opponent close by.

Daniel looked out the window. Raindrops gently beat out a rhythm against the windows of his mansion. He sipped from the glass in his hand, as his close friend and butler Willikins watched him. "Its begun, hasn't it,"he said. Daniel nodded. "Where are they?", he asked his master. "St Paul's," he replied. "Perhaps, you should join them ?" Daniel considered this. "In due time, Willikins. All in due time. We shall let them fight. I, on the other hand, shall have lunch." He walked to the dining room, pausing momentarily by an ornamental case, which held his chosen weapons for this war. Daniel ran his hand lightly over it, then continued walking towards the dining room.

Timothy cursed. He had forgotten that rule. He came out, walking into the grave yard. "okay, you caught me. Your lucky were on holy ground, or else you wouldn't be alive right now." He walked up to him, frowning. "you don't look like much. you sure your immortal?"

Arthur looked the man up, and gave a small laugh at the mans comment, "I am an immortal my friend" He spoke pulling his brown coat aside to show the sword he had hid beneath the golden handle glinting as another flash of lightning flashed across the sky.

Arthur looked the man up as he moved around him he was about 6' in height maybe a little taller, and looked like he could use a blade.

"And you seem to underestimate your enemy's, making decisions before you actually fight them" He spoke again wisdom in his words "That is a sure fire way to lose your head, never underestimate your opponent treat them with the same skill as your self and you might get to the end"

Again another flash of lightning flash across the sky, as the rain increased it ferociousness. Arthur stopped his back to this man "I am Arthur Pendragon, my friend may i enquirer about your identity?" He said again, curiosity in his voice.

Timothy smiled. "Timothy haultz." He looked the man up and down. The new sword revealed seemed like this Arthur fit well with it. "You look like a swordsman. I expected nothingless." Tim brandished the many hidden weapons about his body, some being pistols, daggers, throwing knives, kunai and even a small uzie. He also showed the katana on his belt, but that was clearly visible.

Timothy smiled. "Look, we have a guest." He turned his gaze away from the other immortal to the newest arriving mortal, Everrett. "Welcome."

"Well Timothy, it is good to meet you" Spoke Arthur "But i will have to leave you now, i have a long day ahead of me and an even longer couple of days, but anyway good luck"

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky illuminating Arthur and Timothy, then another one came shortly after, and Arthur was gone, disappeared into the night. From a dark corner of the graveyard Arthur watched Timothy, before moving off through the gates and off down the nearest street away from St Paul's.

"There Can Be Only One!" He spoke under his breath as he moved off, he knew that he would have to fight soon, but he hoped to see who had come before he began.

He moved quickly through the streets, he knew that the others had arrived, and he wanted to get back to the old deserted church he was staying in before any trouble could be started, the early signs of dawn were showing on the horizon, and that no dual could be in progress during the day encase of a mortal stumbling across it.

"Ahh..there you are" Alex whispered to himself..he's learned how to focus energy to find others like himself.
He got back into his car & set his blade down so, and drove to St. Pauls,he could see them in the graveyard off to the side.
He slid his blade into a a shoulder sheath, and as he walked across the pavement onto the grass, he lit up a ciggarette "Well..this looks interesting" he told himself as he neared the group, greeting them with a grin and a nod to each of them "Soo..how've the years been to you?" he asked, both out of curiosity and to find out what kind of power they might've gotten.

"Very good. But I'm not going to go into detail, since you are going to be dead as soon as the fighting starts." Timothy commented before walking past him giving a challenging wink to both of them and disapearing in the darkness.

Wolfgang stood and looked at the image in the full length mirror. A wistful smiled crossed his lips, "Well my friend it has been close to 700 years hasn't it? Perhaps, just perhaps some of your old friends have managed to make it this far."

Another flash of lighting and a few seconds later the peel of thunder. Shaking his head, Wolf removed the coat and slowly eased off the baldric. As he did so a subtle knock on the door. No pain, no immortal. Opening it, the room service waitress had brought his meal. Duck, asparagus and a nice bottle of 1996 Wolf Blass Black Label Cabernet Sauvignon. Handing her 200 euros, he smiled as she gaped at the tip he left her. It didn't matter if he lost his head in the next few days, he couldn't take his wealth with him.

Siting down he ate is very late meal, watching the city below. Somewhere out there were his opponents, those who would remove his head if he allowed them. Pausing a moment before he took another bite, it was indeed the Gathering, no time for emotions.

Claudia walked down the street, humming merrily. St. Paul's Cathedral loomed ahead, and she could feel the twinges that told her other immortals were near. She walked by, twirling her umbrella. She had no need to confront the others. She'd rather they come to her. Claudia pulled out the directions from her pocket, and tramped happily down the street, paying no attention to the fading awareness of the others, who were probably moving on by now.

Daniel twisted, practicing his family's style of twin weapon fighting, albeit at an excruciatingly slow pace. He ran through the motions one by one. Even when the door to his practice room opened, Daniel continued to dodge imaginary blows, and strike at imaginary foes at the speed of a stunned snail. "We have the confirmed location of two. At least four more are on the streets." Daniel swung the two blades in a wide arc, cleaving the air very slowly. "Invite them to dinner. All of them." The butler bowed, and exited the room.

So it was that six different people received six identical invitations to join Daniel Keller for dinner in his mansion.