((Alright guys first post, I left it off so that whoever post can act as if its their house whose door Vlad just knocked on.))
The night was unnaturally dark, even for a town like Elkhunt where snow storms made the nights blacker then many were used to. A figure wrapped in a cloak that pulsated with darkness waded his way through the storm to the town of Elkhunt. The dark figure passed by a dog chained outside of a house, the dog started to bark but then whimpered when a pair of piercing red eyes flashed out of the darkness at it. The figure lifted his head up and sniffed the air, a menacing smile spread across his face. This town will be easy pickings, and the prey that live here will make fine meals. All who could not sleep that night would talk the next day about a cold laugh they had heard in the wind.

The dark figure known as Dracula walked through the street looking for a house to stay in. He approached a house, knocking on the door loudly, knowing he would not be able to enter unless whoever answered invited him. So he would play the part of the lost traveler.. for now.

The door opened and a young girl in her teens stood before him. His eyes flashed and he said sadistically, "May I come in? It's so cold outside." The girl stood hypnotized and nodded and beckoned him in. The door shut behind Vlad as he began to laugh.

The morning came and the police came to a local house hold after neighbors reported noises at night. The police came in and found the entire family torn to bits, the Vampire there last night was hidden though, waiting to make his next strike. No one would find him in the basement of the house, filled with darkness.

Sahlidain walked into the town wearing his skin that morning in a total daze. There were many who were lookin at him strangly for his fashion was probably thousands of years out of style. There were strange constructs riding the paths of the road that carried other people inside of them. He walked into a building with a stange aroma to it. A woman was standing at a corner with an apron on offering a sample of "coffee". Sahlidain frowned at it, but drank the cup. It had a bitter sweet taste to it. "Ssso tell me woman. What isss the empire in which we ressside in?" To his suprise she gave an answer he did not expect. "This is Canada and if your not going to buy anything may I ask you to leave?"

He left in rage. No one could treat a mighty prince with that tone. A cold chill ran through his back as he realized his predicament. Was his people truley not in control of this land? In fact he had not seen anything other than humans since he came. Sahlidian walked to a bench, sat, and put his face in his hands to mutter. "Where am I? When am I?"

Kanaye had been wandering for many days, after a long time of being on the road he arrived in the town of Elkhunt. No doubt people were looking at him strangely for his outfit and sword. He walked past a man who looked stranger then him and heard the man muttering. "Excuse me friend, but you are in 2012." Kanaye smiled politely and bowed to the man.

Sahlidain looked up to see a warrior in robes with a sheathed sword bowing. "Two thousssand twelve? Of what calendar? SSHf! It doesssn't matter if I don't know where I even am right now." He said with an angry, annoyed tone. That answer didn't help him at all, after all both the Sarrukh and the Atlantians shared a different calendar. The warrior did not look like an Atlantean, let alone one of their colonists, and he was certainly not any Yuan-Ti. "Do you know of any placcce here that ssservesss fine drinksss? Sssomething ssstrong." He said as he rubbed his skin's temples together trying to calm his headache.

Morwen
Morwen sat in her usual spot behind the counter. She had just sold a bouquet and one of her sister's 'Longer life for Flowers' potion. She looked out the window and more supernaturals had arrived. "Nerry!" She shouted. "Are you up yet?" She listened as heavy footsteps ran around up stairs and then a large thud. "Oh my gods, what has she done?" Morwen left her spot and climbed the stairs. She knocked once and walked in, Nerwen was lying on the floor with one boot on and her dress on back to front.

Nerwen
She grinned at Morwen. "Hello Morry." She lifted herself off the ground and adjusted her dress so it was the right way round. "Okay." She looked up to her sister. "Yep, I'm up." She then remembered it was her day off, "Hey! It's my day off." She told her sister. "You aren't spending it in bed." Nerwen frowned at her sister, when her sister turned to walk down the stairs, she stuck her tongue out and followed her sister. She climbed over the counter and left the shop. She noticed the two strangely dressed men. "I didn't know it was halloween." She shrugged and skipped her way towards the forest. "I'll make an outfit later."

Kul felt... weary. Even these short walks were now starting to take their tolls, even with the aid of Krell, it was not easy. At the moment, Kul donned the appearance of an old man with long white hair, and a long white beard, and Krell appeared in the form of a middle aged man with a goatee, short cut black hair, and a sharp suit, who most people would assume was a butler. Sadly while he could make an appearance that would fool all five senses, it did not change the actual state of his body, so even in this appearance he needed help to walk. At the moment, he was using a wooden cane in his left hand, and clutched tightly to Krells arm with his right. It was... normal to take walks when it was nice out as Kul had enough experience being locked away, but he chose to take a human appearance for a few reasons: one, people were not found of the undeath. Especially when it was as obvious as his, and two, there were still people looking to kill and him attempt to take his knowledge.

Immortality... it lasted too damn long, but for now there was flowers. Kul handed his cane to Krell, who tucked it under his free arm with the usual machine proficiency, and Kul bent down to pluck a rather lovely looking purple flower. Coming from Egypt... such flowers were rare. Of course there was flowers in Egypt especially around the great Nile, but the desert was depressingly harsh to all things green. They were close to the town... closer then they had come in a long, long time.

Nerry noticed the old man and his younger friend, the old man was looking at a purple flower. "They're really pretty, aren't they?" She looked at the man with a smile. She looked at the man with the goatee and impersonated a goat.

"Pretty." Kul said in agreement, before continuing, "But fleeting. Have you ever pondered on why all things of beauty are short lived?" He asked turning the flower around in his hand. Krell, of course, did not move from his position, but he had no personality, no life, no... true feelings, so it would have surprised more if Krell had responded then the fact that he did not. "Perhaps the Gods simply despise things that compete with them." Kul said before turning to his, would it be guest?

She looked like an elf, and if someone looked like an elf, said a flower was pretty, and was in the woods when most girls her age would have been playing on their... what did they call them? Yes, phones, then she was an indeed an elf. "Maybe if it lived too long, we would no longer appreciate its beauty. What do you think?" He asked, it had been a few years since he had conversation. His visitors were far and few in between, and he did not venture into the town often sending Krell in his place to get things for the cabin and more books with which to occupy his time.

Nerry was shocked by the unresponsiveness of the goatee man. "Is he alright?" She asked. She managed to take her gaze from the man and looked at the elderly one. "Well the goddess of beauty has been around longer than all of us and her beauty is still appreciated." She shrugged with a smile. "Would you like me to make you a bouquet from the flowers?" She smiled at him. "Free of charge and with my own potion that helps them live longer." She sat down with her legs crossed and started to make the flowers grow stronger and bigger. She cut them and organised them into a pretty blend of bright colours and dark and light greens. She then took the ribbon from her hair and tied the flowers together with a pretty bow. She then took a small vial from her pouch and raised them up to the man with a smile. She then realised she didn't wait for his reply. "Oops. I'm sorry, I'm just used to make bouquets without thinking. Probably because the reason most people talk to me is for a bouquet." She let out a little laugh.

"He is... a little different." Kul admitted, "He takes his job rather seriously." Which of course, he did, but that was because Krell was not really given another choice. "Well." Kul said nodding to her answer, "Next time you see her, be sure to take a picture as I do not think I have seen this Goddess of Beauty." He highly doubted anyone had. She asked a rather strange question, and before Kul could formulate an answer, she was working, and he felt it would be rude to interrupt, so he watched on in silence.

"Thank you for the gift." Kul said adding in the purple flower before taking the bouquet. He assumed she most likely did do it out of a sense of familiarity, when stuck in a unfamiliar situation, the smallest familiar actions helped to center the mind.

"Forgive my manners." Kul said before motioning to the large immobile being, "He is Krell, and my name is..." He stopped pausing, he did remember his name, but it had been thousands of years since it was spoken, "I am called Kul."

She smiled as he took the bouquet from her,"You'll need to put a drop of the potion in it everyday. Just one drop." She looked confused when he mentioned his name. "I haven't heard them names before." She told him, her eyes looking into the old man's. "Well, I'm Nerwen,but I prefer Nerry." She looked into the forest, none of the animals had come out to play yet. "Hmm, I wonder where they are?" She thought aloud.

Dark, brooding clouds heavy with rain began to swirl inwards over the darkening forest as the wind began to pick up, causing the tree tops to sway and buckle in the rising gale.

The first loud clap of Thunder heralded the onset of the storm as large, fat raindrops began to pepper down across the forest and town, gradually increasing in speed and torrent until, within a matter of minutes the whole of Elkhunt Ridge was sitting in a sudden downpour.

Thunder clapped again and this time a vivid streak of forked lightning lit up the dark, brooding sky as forest animals and townsfolk alike began to scurry for cover...

Again the lightning flashed and again the thunder roared across the sky as if the entire Wild Hunt was riding across the sky this day.

A third fork of lightning lanced down suddenly, accompanied by another boom of thunder and this time... it struck home!
A small clearing out in the forest was instantly decimated as the lightning struck the earth with a thunderous explosion of white light that sent shock-waves pounding out through the surrounding forest, uprooting trees and scorching undergrowth for a good mile in every direction...

Then there was silence as slowly, the rain began to ease off and suddenly, the sun broke through the centre of the clouds, shining a single, bright beam of light straight down onto the scorched earth of the clearing, where the lightning had struck.

Suddenly, the sunbeam seemed to erupt into a vivid hue of colours as an enormous rainbow streaked down along its length, people watching from the town would later swear they saw in touch down somewhere in the forest...

As suddenly as the vision had appeared, it as gone, the clouds began to drift lazily once more, seemingly absent their former purpose and a dull drizzle began to fall.

Out in the forest... All was still...
Save for the lone figure now kneeling in the centre of the scorched clearing.

Slowly, the figure began to unfold, rising to its feet and stretching to its full height the towering, broad shouldered Warrior shook back his mane of golden hair and opened his eyes...

Br'nard Even'star, chosen Warrior of Valhalla took in his surroundings as he slowly rotated his massive shoulders and thick neck, easing out the kinks before raising his head and sniffing the breeze, much like a wolf scenting its quarry.

This was the right place, the creature he sought was here somewhere and... It was not alone.

The Barbarian grinned a savage grin, the weak sunlight glinting off surprisingly long, sharp canines... A whole town and forest full of supernatural beings.

But only one was the Demon he sought.

The Warriors brows furrowed as above the thunder rumbled again, seemingly reflecting his mood....
The Demon... Or its followers were here somewhere and when he found them... His vengeance would be terrible, the foul creatures would scream in pain and terror for their crimes before he sent their souls screaming back to Hel... Or Hades or Satan or whichever foul deity had manifested them, he cared not.

Stepping forward, The Einherjar strode from the clearing and disappeared between the trees, moving in the direction of Elkhunt...

Nerry sensed the coming storm and stood up. "We better find some shelter. A storm's coming." She started heading back to the village but then the rain started and the village was to far. "The forest canopy is a good shelter." She spun on her heel and walked into the trees. The rain was getting worse and worse, forcing Nerry to go further into it and then she heard the terrible thunder and witnessed the lightning. "By the gods, what is this magic?" She asked as a large smite could be seen far into the forest, she could feel vibrations and the forest screaming as trees were uprooted and under growth burned. She turned and started to run, scared that whatever caused such a smite wasn't friendly.

Damp bracken whipped at large fur and leather boots as Br'nard Even'star strode through the undergrowth, moving ever closer towards his goal.

The Warriors head moved slowly from side to side as he walked, talking in his surroundings and continuing to scent the air like a predator closing in on its quarry.
The forests various animals and other, darker, creatures fled before the Einherjar, or sought to burrow deeper into their hidden lairs, the place seemed eerily quiet and deserted save for the crunch of Br'nard's tread and the dull patter of rain on the canopy above.

Breaking his stride momentarily to vault over a fallen tree with surprising agility for one so large, The Barbarian continued on his path, there were many scents in the damp forest air, including one that smelt distinctly Elfin and another that was something like old bones and dusty rooms...

But neither were the creature he sought, The Demon whose brutal slaughter at his own hand would finally set the departed souls of his Clan to rest.
The Einherjar's frown deepened as he increased his pace... If it was here, he would find it, if not he would track it to the very ends of the Earth...
The Warrior had already waited so long for this day of reckoning...

It began raining suddenly much to the Samurai's shock, "We better get some place with shelter." He said, moving under the canopy over the bench, "I just arrived in town my self, so I'm not to sure of a place to drink." Kanaye looked out at the storm and thought he felt something different about it, instead of finding shelter he decided to investigate. "I think I'm going to go see what this storm is about, I am Kanaye by the way. If you have any questions about this time, your welcome to come along with me." Kanaye headed towards the storm, walking through the forest. He stepped over a fallen tree and collided with a running girl, falling on his back he rubbed the back of his head embarrassed. "My apologies miss!"

Nerry fell on top of the man, she recognised him from earlier. "I'm so sorry." She said as she picked herself up and offered a hand to the man. "Why are you in the forest?" She asked, noticing that Kul was nowhere to be seen. "I guess he took shelter. Oh shit, I left him in the rain!" She shouted as she slapped both hands onto her face,her hands slowly sliding down. She turned back to the samurai. "Sorry. You were saying?"

Kanaye took her hand and stood up, "I was investigating the cause of the storm, next thing I know I'm on the ground." He laughed an smiled, showing it was no big deal to him. The samurai looked back to where he had left the man he met before then, "I guess this town is a magnet to all the strange people in the world." He looked at the girl, noticing her pointed ears and uncommon beauty. He got closer suddenly looking at her comically like he was studying her, "Hey, your not human are you?"

"Well it wasn't any sort of natural storm... or a magic, that I know of, storm." She laughed at him. "That's why you're here, anyway, everyone's strange in some way or another." She blushed and her ears fluttered slightly. "Nope, neither's my sister. We're elves." She looked into his eyes, which were uncomfortably close to hers. "You aren't either. Well, maybe you were, but you're so old now."

Emerging from the trees, Br'nard spied two small figures on the road ahead, standing close to one another and apparently deep in conversation.

The Einherjar frowned slightly as he approached, an Elf girl and a Human boy... Neither was the creature he sought.

Raising his eyes to the horizon, The Barbarian predicted himself to be around halfway through the forest, the town lay ahead and with it, perhaps a lead on the Demon he hunted.

Nodding to the pair as he passed, Br'nard strode on down the dirt track towards his destination...

Ikiluk had a rough night, a chilling night, with a strange foreboding keeping her awake to just before the sun broke through the darkness. Her transformation had lasted longer than normal, and no sleep had come, even at the price of hours as a monster; last night had been the strangest since she was first cursed.

The sound of the wind, or maybe a cold laugh, still whispered in the back of her mind as a memory she would rather forget, but she simply couldn't. Ikiluk was beginning to wonder if a small, snowy town was right for her. Once again, her inactive nature had put her in an uncomfortable position. She kept thinking back to the chills that the wind had brought to her -- she refused to believe that a laugh alone could make her shiver -- and what had caused a gust to induce anxiety.

She went through her usual morning routine and prepared for the day to come. Her small house was cleaned, and her dishes done; her closets were checked and her shirts shaken; her laundry was completed, and everything was set out to dry. By the time Ikiluk was finished, a storm was pouring down.

Looking out the window while shrugging on proper clothing, she made her way out and went to see what was going on. In her lethargic cleaning, it seemed a large portion of the morning was already gone. Ikiluk closed her front door and leaned against it, letting the elements hit her as she examined the world.

"Elf where isss your king!? I wish to ssspeak to him!" Sahlidain said to the girl in a commanding voice as he approached. Her appearance and scent was unmistakable from the same who his people had enslaved in conquest. Ah elven slaves made the best...entertainers. Humans were better for hard labor. "Thisss town isss ssstrange and I have no wish to sssstay in it any longer. Ssso take me to him now!" He turned to Kanaye. "I have another question. Why isss thisss the only elf that I have ssseen? Isss thisss a human dominated kingdom?"

"Who does he think he is E.T?" She asked looked at the man, who weirdly hissed every word with an s. "There isss no King." She told him. "There isss a Queen and Prime minissster." She told him mockingly. She then felt a different nature surrounding him. "You aren't human. You don't exist!" She backed away, tripping over the root of a tree.

Kanaye stood back with a somewhat innocent and clueless look on his face, "I suppose I am an old man." The man from before appeared, and Kanaye watched the strange conversation. The Elf girl tripped over a root and Kanaye caught her suddenly, the movement was almost unseen.

Apparently the three beings in the clearing had been too wrapped up in their own little dramas to notice the towering form of the Barbarian walk right through their midst;
Br'nard wondered briefly how such blind creatures managed to survive in a forest full of predators... Not to mention with the possibility of a powerful Demon presence in town...

This 'Elkhunt' would be easy pickings for any would be Warlord of that there could be no doubt.

Leaving the seemingly blind trio behind him, The Barbarian pushed on between the tree trunks as the forest began to thin out on all sides, up ahead, the skyline of the town came into view...

She felt all the more uneasy the longer she stood there, helpless, against a flimsy door. Ikiluk looked in the direction of the clearing, squinting to attempt to see further. It was pointless. Her thoughts began to drift to lack of sleep; her mind had to be playing tricks on her.

She ran a hand through her hair, glancing back up at the sky. It was hard to think that, in that little town, thousands of little scenarios were playing out at that very moment, some connected to others, and others connected to none. She had a bad feeling, but there was nothing she could do about it at the moment. Her scenario would just have to be executed without hesitation.

Ikiluk pushed herself away from her door and slowly walked down a road, taking in her surroundings. She felt like she should have fled the area, as she had so many times, but there really was no fun in that. Every fleeing led to her being alive and well, in a new small town, living a new life. Maybe she had just eaten something odd. Whatever it was, she was sure that it would pass.