Last Of The Revenants

Last Of The Revenants

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A western society ravaged by unknown monsters is on the brink of extinction, but is only kept protected by a small band known as Hunters. Will much of the world be left intact by the time this war is over?

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This Is War | Half | No Mercy | Pompeii | No Time To Die

In a western society ravaged by centuries of war between humans and unknown beasts, a small but well heard of group of Hunters, or as they are better known and feared of as Revenants, have helped protect towns from being completely wiped out. The group have been in search of one such Revenant for the past few years after their disappearance, a veteran of the last few conflicts. The group live their lives traversing the land in search of answers. What was the cause of the beasts' creation and what is causing them to attack humanity to the increasingly alarming rate that it is now. When a murderous pack of beasts attack a small town, it leaves more questions than answers that only the small group is brave enough to find the answers to, but will there be much of their world left to save by the time this war is over...?

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"Every place has its stories passed down from generation to generation, to the next, and over time they have become known as legends, or fables, or fairy tales that one tells to their children at night or told as a warning you give to strangers who wander by. Whatever way it's told, they become legendary tales of beasts and monsters, to those who would wish to do evil unto the innocent. Well...well, ours isn't much different. Ours is one of old, passed down from the local tribes' grandfathers and their fathers before them. It tells of what they called "Beasts", whose skin was of the palest of white or blackest of black, appearing to almost be the color of charcoal, and eyes with the blackest of night skies, void of any life or emotion as if they were dead, or which would glow of light like a fire in the darkness, but not shine. Beasts who had an untamable hunger for human flesh and blood, bringing nothing but death and carnage in their wake.

These beasts have ravaged our lands for years. It seems as though every night we are attacked and another poor father loses another child, wife, or loved ones to one of those bloody bastards...Families are being ripped apart by these vile beasts, and in their wake, a group of special Hunters have taken up arms in hopes of steering them off from local towns. No one knows who they are as they blend in with the night, almost like those beasts themselves, but they fight for humanity, even if they aren't fully human themselves. At least some aren't entirely human...

From what I've seen, I've seen one of the Hunters have his arm ripped clean off, to only have his arm back the next week...We've all seen things, done things, vile...horrible things just to survive another day in this fucked up world...But with these Hunters, who I have been able to know which some are called Revenants, maybe we'll have a chance...If they still even exist that is, as we haven't seen one since the last raid, which was a month ago...We don't know how long our kind will continue to exist...If I may even continue to exist for much longer..." - Father Travis McFarlan, Ex 'Priest' 1820-1855



You, the writer get to choose what path you follow. You can be either a Hunter, with no special powers or abilities, or you can be a Revenant. Someone who was gifted specials abilities such as increased strength and stamina, as well as increased senses, like hearing, sight, scent, and taste. But you are still very much so human. I'll be making a thread to further go into everything with better details. The monsters will also have their own thread that I am slowly working on, all I ask is that you have a basic general understanding and respect for Native American folk lore and mythos as we will be delving into that aspect of things.

There will be very dark and serious themes throughout, so if anything makes you uncomfortable, feel free to just speak up. We are a group of welcoming writers that is. I'm also looking for rather dedicated writers, so if you think you have what it takes, please feel free to join, we'd love to have you :] I've also made a Discord that you can join if you so wish, makes it so much easier to communicate with others. :] Also, for characters, I'd prefer real life face claims for this, sorry. Just makes things cleaner and less clunky. But as for how far you can go for characters, feel free. This is remotely realistic, but you also have to remember, it is heavily mixed and inspired by folklore and mythos, so you can have lightly restricted creativity with your characters. As long as they aren't ridiculously Over powered or nonsensical, I'll probably let them in. But if you aren't sure, just ask and i'll let you know what I think. You will also have 48 hours to send in a CS after reserving your spot, it can be blank, but do please work on it as you will have 72 hours after that to hopefully finish your CS. If you need more time, simply just ask. Thanku.


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|| Face Claim: Sophie Turner || Name: Scarlet 'Red' Ingles || Age: Appears Twenty Four || Sexuality: Pansexual || Role: Revenant || #800000 || Wolf's Bane109 ||

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|| FC: Luke Pasqualino || Name: Arthur Talbot || Age: Twenty Six || Sexuality: Heterosexual/ Bi-curious || Role: Hunter ||#a7a0a0 / #6f6465 || Alekai ||

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|| FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan || Name: Harlan Talbot || Age: 44 || Sexuality: Heterosexual || Role: Hunter || #96cca5 / #63b077 || Alekai ||

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|| FC: Lindsey Stirling | Name: Adelaide Meadowsweet | Age: 24 | Sexuality: Asexual Biromantic | Role: Hunter | #c6a9a3 | partially-stars ||

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|| FC: Samuel Larsen | Name: David Arthurs | Age: 23 | Sexuality: Bisexual | Role: Revenant | #3e5c59 | partially-stars ||

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FC: Hailee Steinfeld | Name: Temperance Wheeler | Age: 20 | Sexuality: Homosexual (Closeted) | Role: Human | #6E9ECF | nonconformingrole ||

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FC: Oscar Isaac | Name: Manuel Castillo | Age: 28 | Sexuality: Bisexual | Role: Hunter | #775BA3 | nonconformingrole ||


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FC: Riley Voelkel | Name: Darcy Lewis | Age: 25 | Sexuality: Heterosexual | Role: Hunter | #1d8256 | Kohananinja ||

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FC: Alexander Calvert | Name: Benjamin Lewis | Age: Appears 20 | Sexuality: | Role: Revenant | #0e0418 | Kohananinja ||

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FC: Clara Paget | Name: Josephine Wyatt | Age: Appears 25 | Sexuality: (Closeted) Bisexual | Role: Revenant | #8B4513 | Maci-Care ||

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Revenant // Attire // Hex: #800000

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The amber-colored morning sun shown down harshly over the rather large farming town known as BlackWater as a large, cloaked figure sat atop a rather large and lean, black Arabian mare, with a dark maroon colored, short-cut main and tail that was tied in a tight braid. Resting on the horse sat a rather large figure with a long, ankle-length black leather coat that was specifically custom made for them as it flapped in the breeze, the upturned material on the neck of the overcoat moved as the dry wind grazed the rider's face. The leather of the jacket creaked against the waistcoat the individual wore as they brushed their dark orange hair from their face, which hung loosely behind them in a tight and neat french braided plait. A soft, yet authoritative female voice came from the rider as they patted their loyal steed, "We'll get rest very soon, dear friend, I promise." the figure mused as the mare let out a soft huff as they had just spent the past three weeks making it from the large City of WhiteBone which was in the East, to where they were currently heading to, St. Vincent, which was to the West, with a small town known as Greythorne, which was to the Northern end with the mountains that lead into Canada, and a town known as Valentine to the Southern borders.

It had been a long, arduous, and dangerous journey while they had traveled, not only the distance but having been alone as well as being exposed to the elements with no real place to go from the wilderness had done its tole on the two. The rider raised her arm in front of her to help block out the sun as the town slowly came into their line of sight. As they slowly made their way passed the town's border, silence fell among them as the horse came to a stop as they entered. The silence wasn't something they hadn't grown accustomed to, except for the animal noises they'd hear during the day and night, especially the howls of wolves and the screams and clicks of foxes and coyotes in the desert, this silence was different. It was eery and all too peaceful for a lively and busy town such as this. From her past times of being in BlackWater, she had never seen it this vacant, which was beginning to worry her. Slowly the rider reached to the black leather holster that was placed on her right hip, hearing a small click as the metal of the safety strap was disengaged as she clamped the handle of her small, blackened steel Schofield Revolver as the leather of her gloves squeezed as her bare fingertips grazed against the wooden handle. The silence continued to fill the air until a creak came from the right side of one of the buildings, causing the woman to act on instincts and pull out the gun, aiming it steadily as she took aim, to only see the wooden slated doors of one of the saloons flew open and a man violently landing in the road as other occupants threw him out like a dead dog into the streets.

Clearly, this man had been an issue and was even more obviously drunk as a skunk as he slowly clambered to his feet and dusted himself off as he shambled along down the opposite direction from where the woman sat on her horse. She silently shook her head as she holstered her gun again back on her hip and mushed her horse along to the hitching post in front of the saloon, as drinks did sound rather pleasant, as well as food would help take the edge off a bit. A small cloud of dust and earth filled the air as the rider jumped from her steed as she tied the rope to the post, gently patting the side of her horse's head. "I'll get you some oatcakes and apples after I'm done with my business, I'll be back. Get plenty of water in ya, ol' girl." the woman spoke to the horse as if it was another human just like her, which resulted in the horse huffing as she drank the water happily from the old wooden trough. The woman gently kissed the top of the mare's head as she stroked the maroon hue colored main, feeling the coarse yet soft hair filter through her strong yet soft fingers, gently patting the horse once more the woman turned and began to make her way towards the saloon. Heavy footsteps thudded and echoed as the stranger made her way up the creaky and aged wooden oak steps of the porch, her head hung low as her hat kept part of her face covered, it was made from a black stiff yet flexible material, with a wide brim that curved upwards all along it as two feathers stuck out on the side, the contrast colors of white an a light sky blue stuck out compared to the darker colors. The woman placed her hands against the old wooden saloon doors and pushed them as she stepped through the arch, wood and nails creaking as she made her way inside the old establishment.

The figure stopped as the doors closed behind her as she could feel all eyes were on her as her presence was giving off a feeling the townspeople didn't exactly like. Slowly her head tilted up, making brief eye contact with the other patrons, her dark silver eyes which almost seemed to hold no life scanned over them, eyeing them for any possible confrontation. None of them seemed to be too much of a threat to her, if they would even try confronting someone of her stature. She easily stood a full head and shoulders above most people, including some of the biggest and tallest men in all of BlackWater, as well as her general appearance being a bigger build and intimidating presence especially due to her weaponry that she had equipped. A large, silver barrel shotgun that was strapped to her back, which was next to her black and gunmetal base color-coded bolt action rifle with a scope, was too resting on her back, along with her two Schofield Revolvers on both hips. Her nose twitched slightly as she picked up a scent that seemed to be rather similar to her, but it would have been impossible. How did...Nevermind, she thought as she made her way to one of the bartenders placing three gold coins on the table. seeing how the usual bartender, which was a rather short, and red-haired woman was busy with other patrons in the tavern, she looked at the man that stood behind the counter, "What be yer poison-" the man began to say when he turned around and looked up to see who had placed the coins, to see dark grey colored eyes staring back at him. The bartender swallowed hard as he stretched his collar, clearing his throat he started to talk again, "Wh...what be yer poison, M..miss?" he stammered as he began to clean a large glass as he tried to avoid eye contact with the stranger that sat before him.

The woman couldn't help but chuckle slightly as her natural intimidation was clearly working, as for her stature as well as for the general knowledge for who or more so what she was had clearly been known to him. "Two shots of whiskey and a beer. Please." she said as she sat in one of the chairs at the bar, making herself more comfortable as she turned her back on the other patrons who had long since been staring at the conversation that was happening with the unwelcomed stranger and barkeep. "So, what brings you to this shithole of a place?" the barkeep asked as a slight croak came from his voice as he handed her the drinks, his hand shaking slightly. "Yer kind only comes around these parts when-" he was silenced by the woman when she downed both of her drinks in mere seconds, giving him a look to stay silent.

"I'm only passing through, I'm not here for anything, whatever it is you may be assuming.
" the woman said plainly as she began to sip her real reason for being there, the whiskey. Its hard yet smooth and soft taste and burn was something she couldn't easily deny. "I know of yer kind, and what that entails, nothing but trouble and cleaning up to do for the rest of us." he said with a sigh as he cleaned out another glass, placing it down to the side as he looked up at her, "I'm just saying, if you're here for that, leave us out of it-" it hadn't taken long for a long and slender hand to find its way wrapped around his throat, pulling him over the counter and mere centimeters away from the woman's face. "I'm not here for any trouble unless you want to give me any trouble. I'm merely passing through and will be gone by the morning, if I even choose to stay the night." she said with a growl as she let him go and sat back down in her seat, the wood creaking under her weight.

"It's just that..." he began to lower his voice as he leaned over a bit to whisper into the woman's ear, a deep and raspy voice coming from his unlikely appearance as he was oddly lanky and tall, on the verge of balding with his salt and pepper colored hair, with a clean-shaven mustache and tired green eyes that were nearly sunken in. "We don't often get Hunters in these parts unless...unless They come around these parts...Even though it's been a month, we haven't seen any of 'em, and it's gettin' to be worrisome...Very worrisome indeed." he finished as he looked back up at her, to only see her staring blankly at him, which caused his heart to race feeling as if it was going to burst out of his chest. The fact a Hunter was a here, the first one they had seen in a month had been worrisome, some relief, but worrisome as whenever one appears, danger usually is soon behind them. They both looked to their side to see the patrons eyeing them down again, but this time it was of fear and absolute paranoia as they finally realized who this new stranger was. Not a normal passerby, but a Hunter, one they've only ever heard of or saw in times of danger and death, but seeing one now caused worry to them all. The woman merely nodded and stood up, tipping her hat at the barkeep and the others, "As long as I'm here this ol' town will be protected. I was going to leave by nightfall, but...I'll stick around for a while and see what happens, seeing as I have no prior engagements. Rest assured, you'll be fine." she said plainly as she gave another tip of her hat and turned, beginning to make her way out of the saloon until something nudged her in the stomach again.

Something ever since she stepped into the old town something felt off to her, something familiar yet not. A scent was in the air that seemed to call to her, but again, it was impossible for her to smell it as it was something she hadn't smelt in years. There was a creak on the old wooden floorboards behind her, causing her nose to twitch yet again until she finally braced herself and turned around, seeing nothing but dark gray-blue eyes staring back at her, surrounded by long, dark brown hair that hung loosely past her shoulders, soft pale skin, and a not exactly dainty looking form held it all together. She finally looked down and back up again into those same dark eyes that stared intently at her. The Hunter swallowed hard as she didn't know what to do as the other figure stood oddly close to her being only mere meters apart. "Look, I can explain, so don't be pissed off at me, alright?" the woman stammered as she took a step back from the much shorter female. "Not be pissed off with you? How can I not be pissed off with you, 'Red'? Do you know how long it has been?" the woman with dark hair exclaimed, her voice getting higher and higher, angrier the more she talked. "Let's just be civil about this, okay? Maybe take it outside or somethin', fair?" the Hunter who's name was "Red" spoke calmly as she tried to keep the other woman calm.

"It's a bit hard to remain calm when I thought you were dead for three years." she said all too cooly as a loud smack was heard as she slapped the Hunter across the cheek, leaving a red handprint clearly on her right cheek. "Victoria...Listen to me, I will explain everything later when-" she began but stopped as yet another scent filled her nose, but this time, it was one she couldn't mistake, nor would it be anything else. It was the smell of death, a rancid, putrid, decaying scent. It smelt of a combination smells, but mainly that of a skunk mixed with rotting old meat and that of a dead body that been exposed to nothing but the elements after being left out in the sun for too long. It was almost unbearable, causing her to cover her nose with her black tattered bandana that was hung loosely from her neck, holding it tightly to her nose. "We need to get out of here now." the woman demanded as she turned to the man in the corner, taking into account the looks on the other patron's faces. They were scared and they clearly didn't know what they were going to do. This was supposed to be a safe place, especially now that a Hunter was here.

The Hunter turned back to the Barkeep and spoke, "Help get the patrons to a safe spot and arm yourselves with whatever you can. If you have an open window of time, take it and run. Victoria you go with them, keep your weapons on you just in case if there's more. I doubt there's only one of these bastards..." she said coldly as she turned her back on the others as they looked at her in confusion, to only then cover their noses, as well as the smell, had finally hit them. It was the stench of death, and it was only getting closer. Looking at a few of the others that finally made their presence known caught her eye, it wasn't hard to mistake them for anything else than other Hunters. "If you so wish, your help would be appreciated in this...Bullshit. But only if you so desire to get your hands dirty, fellas." Scarlet said with a small grin as she slowly placed her hand by her side, knowing full well what was to come in the next few minutes. There was no point in boarding up the windows, they would only get smashed into regardless and broken, resulting in more clean up later, than any good. They were sitting ducks, simply waiting for something to happen. Turning her head to the side, eyeing the red bartender who she could only assume was the proper owner of this establishment, "I would like to apologize for the mess that may happen...It's a shame, this really is a nice tavern." Scarlet said with a small grin, and wink before she turned her head back to the doors. With a flick of her foot, one of the tables knocked onto its side, sending glasses and dishes to the floor. "Would recommend getting behind something if I were you. Just wouldn't suggest getting yourself boxed in.." her voice dipped, as Scarlet slowly lowered herself behind the overturned table, removing one of her guns from her shoulders, looking just past the side of the wooden furnishing that she was using as a makeshift shield. "C'mon out, you bastards..." she muttered under her breath. Simply waiting for the first sign of the beasts that dared to come out before the sun set...Wendigos.

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Character Portrait: Scarlet Ingles Character Portrait: Addie Meadowsweet Character Portrait: David Arthurs

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Life in the tavern was seldom boring. Addie had spent her entire life in one so the chaos was all she had ever known, and it felt as much a part of her now as anything else. She was used to having to do three things at once and it didn’t even feel like a challenge any more. She’d seen everything in her time here. When she’d finished her training as a hunter, or at least was able to defend herself, Elizabeth had offered to bring Addie with her, so she could experience the hunt for real. But this life was all Addie knew and all she wanted to do. And besides, the small town had plenty need for a hunter. People knew there was something different about Addie, in the way she could take down a fully grown man twice her size in the blink of an eye without a single weapon, but she was one of them, and it was something they seemed to forget until they had reason to remember it.

She heard the uneasy silence fall in the bar, but she was busy pouring drinks for two of her regulars. Besides, she knew what that silence meant. It lasted only for a second, before people began to talk again, afraid of their silence bringing unwanted attention on them.
“Them types never bring anything good,” the old man in front of her grumbled. “I know they’re only tryin’ to help but I spent enough time fixin’ up their mess when I was a boy and I ain’t starting again now.”
“Don’t you go startin’ any trouble now, Willy, ya hear?” Addie warned. “I’m too darn fond of you to have to throw you out.”

It wasn’t Ol’ Willy that presented the issue though. One of the other patrons began to yell at the hunter, and Addie instinctively reached for the shotgun she had under the counter. She wasn’t about to use it, but it made her look a little more intimidating when it came to kicking troublesome patrons out.

And then the hunter’s expression changed, and Addie could tell exactly what it meant. She didn’t wait for the hunter’s orders before she began ordering some of the others out. She knew that she had a few hunters in the bar- a few of the others that stuck around town tended to frequent the bar, and she’d seen them come in.

She came out from behind the bar, the shotgun in hand, ready for whatever was about to come through those doors. She smirked at the woman’s apology for ruining the tavern. She’d patched it up plenty times before and would do it every time again. She was already ducking behind a makeshift shield of the table as the woman instructed them to do so, double checking to make sure the shotgun was loaded and she had ammo on her. This wasn’t her first attack and she’d be damned if it would be her last.






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David had been able to feel that something was coming for days now. It was a vague feeling of unease, one that he couldn’t put his finger on or trust. He was far enough away from the main town that he couldn’t be sure. But then he could almost feel the presence of another like him, and that told him everything. Something was going to happen. He warned his uncle and rode into town under the pretence of buying supplies. Those he encountered still watched him with wary stares, his grey eyes a sign of something darker in him.

He heard the screams before the reek of death reached him. He slammed his money down on the general store’s counter. “Y’all better hide, ya hear? Don’t come out till someone’s safe. Lock the doors and barricade them.” He ordered, before turning and heading outside. People were running and the screaming was getting louder. He took shelter behind an overturned cart, drawing his pistol.

The monsters couldn’t be killed with a gunshot, but it would at least slow them down and give him time to figure something out. And then he caught a glimpse of the monsters, silently swearing to himself. Wendigos. He drew his shotgun, knowing the pistol wouldn’t do jackshit against the creatures. In the few months he’d been with the other group of revenants, they’d given him something that, when set alight, could take down a wendigo, but he didn’t make a habit of carrying all that stuff with him. He just prayed he’d left somewhere in this jacket.

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Character Portrait: Temperance Wheeler Character Portrait: Addie Meadowsweet Character Portrait: Darcy Lewis Character Portrait: Benjamin Lewis

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Hunter // Attire // Hex: #1d8256


Things had been going too smoothly. Darcy had money in her pocket, the weather had held, and the skinwalker hunt they were coming back from up near Livingston had turned out to be a milk run. Three hunters and a revenant had been overkill, but everyone had walked away alive and whole, so she wasn’t complaining about her one in three share. It was enough to pay for a room at an Inn the night before with real beds, a wash tub, and soap (absolute heaven) with plenty left over for a supply run. They were even making great time, Darcy had noted cheerfully all day, so of course things had to go to shit.

The plan was to run into Blackwater for supplies on the way back to the cabin. She and Benji had been on the road for almost a week now, they were due for a little rest, and Darcy wanted to catch up with the local news in town. Benji would want to check his garden, the last of the hardier late blooming crops needing to be put up, so Darcy had made a note to pick up some more salt and jars from Tempe’s store with her earnings. An hour ago they’d been arguing about how many bags of potatoes Benji could reasonably buy, Darcy refusing to allow that to be their only roadworthy provisions to buy. Now the lightheartedness of that moment seemed far away.

“How many?” Darcy asked lowly, eyes scanning what she could see of the town as the scent of decay and rot burned her nostrils. Benji had sensed something wrong first, but in broad daylight, this close to town...there had been a stray hope. There wasn’t any arguing with that smell though. Anyone unfortunate enough to encounter a wendigo would never mistake it for anything else.

The wind tousled Benji’s hair, and he tipped his head thoughtfully as silver eyes gazed off into the distance ahead. For a moment he said nothing. “Many.”

Which was no answer at all, but enough to know they were fucked. Darcy cursed quietly as she rifled through their leftover supplies, taking an inventory of what they had. It wasn't as bad as it would have been coming off a more difficult hunt, but they still weren’t charging in with a full bag. Only four jars left. There were more monsters down there than they could take on their own. For a moment Darcy’s mind caught on that thought, her eyes flicking up to Benji from her distressingly light saddle bag. They weren’t caught up in the melee yet, they had horses. Turning back to the road, skirting around town to the relative safety of their cabin, they could just leave. It would be easy.

“We’d better hurry then.” Benji said quietly, eyes locked, and clearly distracted by something Darcy couldn’t see with strictly human vision far ahead in the town. “They shouldn’t be out this early. No one will be ready.” But of course they wouldn’t leave, they had friends down there, and neither Lewis sibling was very good at walking away. Even when it was the smartest thing to do.

Darcy nodded, readjusting the extra strap on the saddle bag to sit across her body as a satchel. They left their horses under the light shelter of some tree cover just outside the city, a spot Darcy suspected would be safer than the chaos churning inside. If they didn’t make it out, Winnie and Spot knew their way back to the cabin. Benji gave their noses a comforting stroke before they left, and from there, they made their way on foot. The choir of screams beginning to rise up in the city center acted as their guide to the monsters plaguing the streets.

By now the stench was suffocating. One wendigo could stink up the place, but this? Darcy had never heard of so many wendigos hunting together, had always thought they were too territorial for that. She tried not to choke, yanking her arm up to cover her nose for a momentary reprieve as they crept through sheltered alleyways at a steady clip. They were closer to the center of town, near Addie’s place, when they spotted the first wendigo. It was eating some poor woman in the street, her body pinned in place as it chewed on her neck. The poor woman’s body still twitched minutely, but her eyes were glazed, and her throat had been ripped to shredded ribbons of bloody meat. There was no saving her. Another wendigo was slowly approaching from a side street, chuffing softly as it scented the fresh blood. The first wendigo growled in warning, its shoulders hunching over its meal defensively, but the second still slowly advanced.

Darcy watched the encounter carefully, stopping Benji from going forward with one hand, and pulling out one of her jars and tinder box from her bag with the other. It was horrifying to think of two monsters grappling over feeding rights to a corpse that wasn’t even cold yet, but strategically, this was good luck. Two wendigos with one greasy jar, efficient for their limited resources. Darcy had just lit a match, bringing the small flame to the alcohol soaked cloth peeking out of the jar when she noticed the boy.

He couldn’t have been more than ten, shaking behind the barrel as he watched the wendigo eating the woman in the street. Darcy thought it was fear before she saw the rock in his hand. “Dammit kid, don’t do it!” She hissed harshly under her breath a moment before he was throwing the rock at the monster.

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER! GET AWAY FROM MY MA!” There was a surprising amount of courage pouring out of the kid, even with leaky eyes and shaky knees, but Darcy wished he’d been more of a coward as the wendigo’s head jerked up in his direction. “Benji…”

“I know.” He answered without her needing to say it, and they were both moving, Benji quite a bit faster than she. He was on the boy, pulling him back and away down another alley as Darcy dashed into the street, making as much noise as possible to draw the creature’s eye as she flung her fiery payload at the ugly son of a bitch. Her aim was true enough, flames dancing across the corpse of the woman and the first wendigo upon impact. It’s wail high pitched and keening as the fire spread across its body, but any satisfaction Darcy got from that was short lived.

The impact was hard but clumsy as the second wendigo lunged at her back. It had been trying to grab hold, but Darcy turned enough in time to simply be knocked to the dirt, left shirt sleeve ripped as three shallow cuts bloomed red across her upper arm. She shimmied back as far as she could, scrambling for the revolver holstered at her hip. Fuck all it was going to do to a wendigo, but he was too close. Darcy fired and emptied the chamber, hoping it would buy her enough time to get to her feet.

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Character Portrait: Temperance Wheeler Character Portrait: David Arthurs Character Portrait: Josephine Wyatt

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My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

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Revenant ║ Outfit ║ Hex: #8B4513

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Josephine had been on the road for about a fortnight when she finally saw her destination in the distance, the rising sun’s light coming up over the horizon and silhouetting the city. She had been traveling east more and more recently, not entirely what was guiding her in this direction much besides her gut, not really being in these states since her time with Boone and the rest of the gang. Joe didn’t expect much trouble though, a long time had passed since their troubles had been pushed upon the people of Tennessee and the surrounding area, plus all the rumors and gossip of the Wyatt outlaws being killed by the feds and marshals helped in her case of flying under the radar.

Though as Josephine wandered through towns and cities as she traveled, she was interested in a few names that would catch her ears in saloons and she decided she would stop in the town of BlackWater to check in on these things Plus it seemed like the main capital around these parts and might be good to take a few days or so to rest and relax off the road.

One thing though that did seem to keep her on edge were the town talk of beasts and other creatures in the surrounding area. Joe had met her fair share of these type of beasts on her travels, though always able to hold her own against a few of them or able to escape from their packs, being a Revenant it sort of felt like the beings were drawn to each other and causing disaster in their path. Some Revenants devoted their time to hunting these beasts down, Wendigos and feral SkinWalkers, but Josephine wasn’t that type of Revenant, nor did she seem like getting involved with other Revenants, ever since the incident she had always been on her own.

As Josephine finally entered the streets of BlackWater, she kept her favorite hat low to cover most of her face as well as keep the sun that was peaking over the rooftops out of her eyes, making sure her rifle was tight around her shoulder. Joe stepped off to the side and leaned against the railing next to a horse that was tethered and pulled out a piece of paper with a few names on it. Jamison. Reynes. Cornwall. All men she had heard talk about during her travels that lead her out here, each of them Joe wanting to meet or talk to for a different reason.

Grabbing her canteen and taking a swig of the water, Joe remembered she needed to pick up some rations, tucking the scrawled piece of paper back into her shirt and walking towards a building labeled as a type of general store. As Josephine got closer, a familiar scent made her stop and look around, one she wasn’t exactly pleased to get a feeling for. Revenant, maybe a couple. Though she’s been able to sense Revenants in the past and steer clear, the aura around BlackWater made it much more difficult for her. Maybe she wouldn’t stay as long as she wanted. Something about this place felt off.
Jose shrugged off the scent and entered the general store, quickly spotting the source. A black haired man, sharp eyes, and striking grey eyes. Josephine kept her gaze away from him, not out of fear or worry, but honestly because she didn’t want to deal with any sort of talk right now, keeping her eyes low and scanning the aisles.

Josephine was digging through a few crates for some supplies when she accidentally bumped into something, someone, as she stood up holding a bottle of alcohol. Joe simply made a light grunt noise as she turned and saw what she bumped into. The woman’s look surprised her, though Josephine wasn’t entirely sure why. While it was intentional or just subconscious, Josephine visibly looked the woman up and down. She had her hair tucked up behind her clean face, and the dress she wore fit around her figure nicely, and noticing the top button not buttoned like the usual modest housewife would.

After her eyes finished looking over the woman, turned away to back to the supplies she needed. “Sorry…” Josephine said in a quiet tone as she grabbed the few things she needed and headed towards the back of the store to pay, She was probably a few steps away when she paused as she heard screams come from outside and tilted her head up as she quickly knew the source. The black hair Revenant quickly spoke up, trying to make sure everyone would be safe, which just made Joe chuckle to herself before he stormed out.

Joe sighed as she put her things down. She didn’t want to get into anything at the moment, but knew she couldn’t just sit idly with wendigos and lord knows what else is out there. Not because she cared about the others, but Josephine knew if she did nothing and the town found out about her not helping, it would make things more complicated.

“Girl.” Joe said, turning towards the woman she bumped into earlier. “Roof access?” She asked short and concisely. The girl had a bit of a panic look on her face and quickly nodded and pointed her to a ladder that quickly led up to a hatch. Josephine took no time and quickly climbed up and quickly searched through her bag to switch her ammo to something that would be more effective against these beasts rather than something for a bear or a deer.

Josephine got to the edge of the building and leaned against the lifted part of the roof and took a look through the streets, her eyes quickly finding the source of the screams as well as noticing the male Revenant from before hiding behind a cart. Scanned the area around and didn't see much else and just turned her attention back to the beast in the street. She swung her rifle from her shoulder and crouched down against the rooftop, perching and getting set up. She quickly fired at the creature, the shot didn't take it down, but it caught it's attention, pulling it away from innocent civilians. "You gonna do something Revenant?" She shouted towards the male behind the cart, pulling the hammer back on her rifle and getting ready to fire, just watching the Wendigo for now.

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Temperance had lived in Blackwater her entire life, it was the only home she’d ever known; the attacks came frequently enough that everyone was just about used to them, but not so often that anyone ever felt truly prepared. Tempe figured that to really know how to deal with the kinds of things that went bump in the night, you had to encounter them more often than once or twice a month. She normally didn’t think too hard on the attacks, but it had been a while since the last one, and she’d been reading her father’s old hunting journals. There was so much about him she didn’t know, but reading his accounts, she was starting to understand why he’d kept that from his children. It didn’t seem like it was a particularly happy life.

Her father was having a bad day, phantom leg pains, he said. Temperance didn’t know how one dealt with pain in a limb that had been gone for over thirty years, but she found it best to leave him to it. Let Mama deal with him and the house for the day, she could look after the shop. She was the only Wheeler child left at home; her sisters had all married well, and her brother seemed about ready to settle down. He'd gone up north to become a doctor, and Mama was very proud. He could’ve done anything and she would still be proud, though; he was always her favorite. But between her sisters all having their own families, and Caleb being in Indiana, a lot of responsibility had fallen on Temperance in the past few years. Before Grace had gotten married, Temperance had always been the baby. There was nearly ten years between her and her oldest sister, but slowly, as her sisters grew and got married and Caleb left to learn medicine, she finally grew up.

Revenants coming to town always worried people. Temperance could really only say she knew one, and she had to admit that they made her a little uncomfortable. This was mostly because she didn’t understand them. There was a revenant in her family’s shop, buying supplies. Tempe was trying to keep busy, rotating stock, making sure the place was clean. She was by herself, so she had plenty of work to do without staring. In fact, she seemed to be so busy staying busy that she didn’t notice the rest of her customers. She’d bumped right into a rough looking woman (or had the woman bumped into her?). From the look of her, Tempe figured this woman had been on the road for a while. Her hair was a beautiful color, though. She shook her head when the woman apologized, holding her hands in front of her in an apologetic gesture, “No, I’m sorry! I wasn’t payin’ any attention.” Then, because Temperance was fairly sure she’d never seen the woman before (and she was working at the store much more often know, she typically recognized people who came in often), she added, “Let me know if you need anythin’, I’d be happy to help.”

Temperance soon found herself back behind the counter- really, the most important job was watching after the money that flowed in and out of the store. This was easier with two people working, but they hadn’t reliably had two employees for three years; Papa was in bed most days, anymore, and that left Temperance and her mother cycling between caring for him and the store.

All of Temperance’s internal griping and complaining went out the window when she heard the screaming start. They never attacked during the day. It was normally easier to stay safe: stay inside after dark, lock up your doors and windows. Tempe didn’t know what to do. She heard the command to lock and barricade the doors, but she didn’t process the words. Pure panic was written on her face, and the realization hit that she had never seen a Wendigo in person. It was a strange thing to fixate on, but she felt fairly sure that was going to die, with them that close. She had no way of defending herself if one got inside.

Then she heard another voice, and it took her half a second to realize that the words were meant for her. Roof access? Oh. Temperance’s eyes scanned over the woman, the same one that she’d run into earlier. Was she a hunter? She could help. Panic was evident on Tempe’s face, and she was positively shaking like a leaf, but she pointed the woman in the right direction. Then she turned and looked around, a few people were still in the shop. Or had then run in from outside? Temperance didn’t know, she hadn’t been thinking. You have to stop panicking, she told herself, you’ll be fine if you can stop panicking, and listen to the people who know what they’re doing.

So she rushed to lock the doors, though she didn’t know how much good it would do. They could move everything that wasn’t too heavy or attached to the floor in front of the doors. After that, all they could do was pray.

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"A week."

"I know."

"Seven days."

"I know."

"You know, you know, of course you don't fucking know," Arthur barked, fidgeting impatiently against the cowhide saddle of his mare. Seven whole days on the road without a single opportunity to wash up. Sometimes he envied his father's ability to live in his own filth without a care. Arthur could feel a layer of sweat and dirt beginning to coat his entire body; the skin of his cheeks and forehead becoming reddened from the constant friction of his handkerchief. He'd taken to picking at his nails in an attempt to clear them of dirt but in his urgency, he'd caused a fair few of them to split from the skin and bleed. Worse than that, his clothing had already developed an unpleasant odour. He'd discarded an unreasonable amount of sweat and blood-soaked clothing on their trip which was, as Harlan had jested, a wonderful little trail that any nearby Wendigo could use to track them down.

"Yes I do fuckin' know," the older Hunter repeated in a mocking tone, "'cause you've been whingin' about it for five of those seven days and frankly, at this rate, one of us is not makin' it back to that god damned town." A little harsh perhaps but Arthur wasn't one to openly challenge his father past a certain point of frustration. Harlan's brows were pinched together, hazel-green eyes focused only on the road ahead. If he'd judged things correctly, they would likely make it to Blackwater for their supply run within the hour, given their pace on horseback. Since his son had fallen silent, he figured it would be a rather peaceful journey from that point onward.

Dawn was beginning to break when they finally hitched their horses and, as per routine, Arthur began to unpack their supplies while Harlan went to arrange a room for the night. If there was time enough to be picky, he usually preferred to rent a room above or nearby a pub. In this instance, it was above. He could spend his evening with a whiskey glass in his hand and Arthur could go do... whatever Arthur liked to do. It was cheaper to rent a single room between them but Arthur would usually be passed out by the time Harlan returned in the early morning.

Harlan set his bags down by one of the two beds and took a moment to stretch his arms out, clicking his shoulders and back with a grunt of relief. "Right, I'm heading downstairs then," he announced, clapping his calloused hands together. Arthur's eyes found his father then, his lips pursed as he bit back words of disapproval. There were many things he wanted to say in that moment but they had repeated this particular conversation so many times in recent years that there almost wasn't any point - the judgement didn't help his father, sometimes it only made things worse. Still, Arthur was honest to a fault and could never quite manage to hide his true feelings on the topic. He turned his head without a word and began to rummage through one of his bags. Even without speaking, that said a lot.

It wasn't worth the argument, Harlan figured. They'd both spent far too long on the road together and the alone time would do them some good, not to mention he was itching for a drink. His flask had run empty the day before, despite his repeated attempts to ration his supply. He was heading out of the door when the stench first hit him; it didn't take long for the smell of Wendigos to permeate the entire room. Both men paused for a moment or two. "Well shit... that's gotta break some sort of a personal record, right?" Arthur murmured, gingerly peaking through a semi-open gap in the curtains. He got a decent view of it but only for a second. "One. Heading this way." Harlan instinctively grabbed his gun from beside the bed and joined Arthur at the window, though his eyes were scanning everything but the Wendigo. He wouldn't be of any use if it got too close to him; he needed a place to set up outside, preferably a rooftop or a window across the street. "You know the drill, yeah?" he whispered, pointing towards the door. "Take the machete and distract it while I sneak out. I need a clear shot."

Arthur didn't need to be told twice. His long legs allowed him to clear the room in two strides and he emerged from it to hear sounds of a commotion on the ground floor. People evacuating? he thought. He raced through the corridor as quickly as his legs could carry him, rounded the corner and cleared the staircase. As he did so, he surveyed the remaining patrons, some of whom were ducking behind makeshift barriers. Good idea. He dropped to a crouch and followed suit by tilting a table on its side, machete in one hand and his pistol in another. He eyed the people beside him, gesturing with his hand to capture their attention for a moment. "Sniper support across the street," he told them. "If we can get it out of here."

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Scarlet remained silent as she observed the others getting behind overturned tables and other forms of protection, taking in the fact that they could at least follow simple orders. For now anyway. Just wait for things to start going south, and that's when things would fall apart. Hysteria and panic would take over and common sense would fly out the window. It always did. That is just one of the things that Scarlet found working around commonfolk, they let their fight or flight instincts take over, more often being flight and not caring about others. In her time, she had seen countless people push aside their supposed loved ones and make a run for it from a Wendigo or skinwalker, only to be killed in the end. Something she often questioned why loyalty went in scenarios like that. But then she had to remember, fear was a powerful thing, but that was something she hadn't let control her in years. She couldn't afford to.

Turning her head to look at the woman that she knew by now was the proper barkeep, she eyed the woman's weapon. Simple shotgun, but it would do more than nothing, or even a simple pistol. Thinking for a moment, before she dug around in one of her pockets, retrieving four golden color, rectangular and rounded objects. Handing them to the woman Scarlet spoke in a hushed voice, "Use those only when you have to. They won't kill them, but they'll do the trick when you most need them. So be smart with them." she said with a simple nod. They were normal shotgun shells but had one small difference. They weren't sold on the market to any average joe. Nor could they be bought in any black market or underground system. Revenants handmade them and more often than not kept a plentiful amount of hand, only if they knew for certain that they had the proper amount of ingredients for the buckshots. In this case, Scarlet knew she had at least eight left now, after giving the other woman four. She'd have to be careful and sparing with the ammo for now.

Looking around the tavern, Scarlet took into account how many people were left, all with weapons of their own. She knew they wouldn't do much against what was to come, but all that mattered was that they had something, anything to defend themselves at this point. If they could at least offer up a distraction or stall that left room for the Hunters and Revenants, that's all that mattered. Have enough of a window of time, that's all they needed. Her eyes darted around the saloon once more, and stopped as her eyes caught something from the back end of the saloon. A familiar face was poking around the corner, seeming to be looking for something, or someone. Scarlet knew full well, cursing under her breath she carefully and quickly maneuvered across the tavern and down the hallway where the person was. As Scarlet turned down the hallway that was off to the side, she was immediately pulled into a side room by some unknown force. By natural instinct, Scarlet reached for the pistol by her side, but soon found herself taking a deep breath as a familiar face stared her down. "Jesus Christ, Victoria. What the hell is wrong with you? Next time at least say something before you just pull me aside. You know what's out there-"

"I don't give a fuck. You really don't get it, do you? Three years, and now you're just back. Acting like nothing happened." Victoria said with a sour tone. Scarlet sighed softly as she was berated once more. She knew what was going to come, and she knew full well that Victoria had a point, and it was very well made. But now wasn't the time for this. Scarlet had to get back to the front of the saloon, the smell and feeling of dread was only looming closer by the second. They were running out of time. "I know, and I will explain everything. I promise. But now, now is not the time for this, Victoria. After this is over, I will explain everything. I promise. You just need to go and hide with the others...You'll know when it's safe to come out. Just, stay safe...Please" the Revenant said with a slight tone of fear and sadness in her voice. Showing that she at least did still genuinely care. The other woman simply nodded begrudgingly and began to make her way back to the others, before stopping and turning once more, "You just better come back in one piece this time, you hear me?" she called out, Scarlet gave a small nod, and a shadow of a smile appeared on her face for a moment before she turned and walked back down the hallway. Things would end differently this time, it had to.

Within a few short seconds, Scarlet was back in the main room of the tavern, as an unfamiliar face quickly ran down the stairs with a weapon in his hand, explaining how there was someone up on the roof as backup support. The revenant gave him a cold nod as her greyed eyes scanned him over for a minute. If she didn't know any better, he would easily be one to be looked over in a crowd. But she knew the way that people carried themselves, how he was dressed and the expression he bore. Hunter. But how much he could be counted on remained to be seen. It was evident enough that the creatures had made their way into town, as screams and gunshots rang out over the town. Perfect, just perfect.

"I'd assume you all know what to do. Don't get careless or reckless. And for the love of god, do not get stupid." she said coldly as she looked at the others, before crouching back down behind the table as loud and heavy footsteps were making their way to the saloon. And then silence. Except for the screams and cries of those outside, the footsteps stopped just right outside of those slatted saloon doors. There was nothing between them and the beast except for the tables, which wouldn't do much in the long run. Give them a few extra seconds before they'd have to run or be on their feet.

Scarlet took in a deep breath, taking into account of how many there were. Normally wendigos stayed by themselves, rarely ever being more than one at a time. Nevermind the number that she assumed, simply based off the scent alone. It was far too strong to just be one, nevermind two. Scarlet looked around, seeing who she could at least make silent eye-contact with. Holding up three fingers so the others could see. Hoping they understood what she was trying to get across without words.

Peering through one of the small cracks in the table, Scarlet was able to see the skeletal form of the creature. Its slender and boney arm slowly outstretched, pushing the saloon doors open as it shuffled its all too large and gangly sized form into the building. The creature had to keep its hunched over stature as he crept around the saloon, sniffing the air as its twitchy movements of the head took action. It was looking for some sign of prey. Observing its movements helped her better understand what kind it was. It was slower, more dependant on scent and feeling around for things as it evidently felt one of the walls with its all too long and boney hand. Scarlet could have sworn she felt her heart drop as the creature slowly passed by where she was hiding, and quickly tilted its head to look at her. Its glazed over eyes scanning intently, but seemed to be looking over them all. Which was proven as Scarlet raised her hand in front of the creature's face, and waved her hand. The only reaction that was given was the beast shuffled along further into the back, as if looking for something in particular. Especially as it continued to smell around certain objects. It was hunting something, or more so someone, but why? And more importantly, who?

She could have sworn she felt her heart sink even more as the creature began to slowly make its way to the hallway which lead to the backrooms and the bathing rooms of the saloon. Scarlet wasn't about to let that thing just waltz over to the defenseless people, not like this. Scarlet knew better, but she couldn't stop herself as she rose to her feet and crept around from the tables as silently as she could. Reaching around behind her, she retrieved her shotgun, checking to make sure there were shells. Four. Perfect. Stepping back, there was a loud creak of one of the older floorboards beneath her feet. Giving off her position. The Wendigo shot its head over to her direction, letting out a blood-curdling scream, it blindly scrambled over the tables and the others that were hiding to make its way to its target.

As the wendigo scrambled over closely, Scarlet gave a nod to the others, quickly firing off a single round into the beast as it enclosed its proximity to her. All the buckshot managed to do was stall the beast for a moment, and it was quickly lunging towards her once more, slamming her through the doors of the saloon and out into the street with incredible strength and speed. Scarlet didn't know what she felt first. The ice-cold boney hand of wendigo on her, or the feeling of being flung out of the saloon doors like a tin can and tossed into the street. The air was knocked out of her lungs as she hit the hard ground of the dirt street that she found herself laying on. Trying to gasp for air, weakly getting to her feet, Scarlet scrambled to regain her weapon that had been forced out of her hand and scattered to the other side of the street. But within seconds the Wendigo was upon her again, sinking its teeth into her shoulder, which caused Scarlet to let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Get the fuck off of me, you bastard." the revenant exclaimed, gripping the wendigo's shoulder and tried forcing it off of her. The wendigo didn't seem to care and only continued to sink its teeth further and further into her shoulder, beginning to pierce the bone. Scarlet wasn't going to let herself be eaten alive or be torn to shreds by a damn beast, not like this. Not like some rabid dog in the street. But she didn't know what happened first, the all too loud and familiar sound of an incinerary buckshot hitting the beast or the second the beast let go of her shoulder. But Scarlet quickly scrambled away from the beast as it recoiled in the flames that quickly overtook its body. She knew it would only last a few seconds and then the flames would quickly go out, "Aim for its head when on fire it's their weak spot!" she exclaimed, not expecting anyone to pay much attention as her eyes finally focused on the panic and chaos that took place in the streets.

Countless bodies laid strewn across the street. Half-eaten and dismembered by the other beasts blood-thirsty rampage. Scarlet got back to her feet as quickly as she could, grasping her shoulder for a moment, blood quickly covered her entire hand as the warm liquid oozed out from the grizzly wound on her shoulder. Just what she needed, Scarlet cursed to herself. Looking up to the rooftops, a few figures were seen. Obviously the backup that the the younger man had told her about earlier. But that on the roof of the saloon, so who was the one above one of the other stores? Scarlet didn't have much time to venture a guess, but she didn't much care to know, all she knew was that the figure was firing upon the wendigos whenever she had to chance to, something she could at least be grateful for. But something felt off about the figure, something Scarlet knew all too well. Another Revenant. At least there was a few others, as something always seemed to alert Revenants whenever another was around. Something she never fully got over. But now wasn't the time to dwell on this.

Scarlet managed to retrieve her shotgun, and as she took aim for one of the other wendigos, as best as she could with her now injured shoulder, something came from outside of her eyesight and slammed into her. The force alone was strong enough to fling her into the windows of one of the stores. The sound of glass and wood crashing and breaking under her weight and the force at which she was tossed so carelessly was the only thing she was able to take in. Letting out a small groan as she rolled onto her back as she laid on the floor of the building she was now in. Today really wasn't her day, and she was slowly growing tired of it. After a moment, Scarlet slowly rolled onto her side, and staggered to her feet, gripping her shoulder which now had fragments of shattered glass and wood now in the fresh wound. Cursing under her breath, Scarlet looked around her new environment. From the looks of it there were shelves with all kinds of varied items. She was in some sort of store. Figures.

The revenant let out a sigh, retrieving one of her pistols from her hip. She was slowly running out of patience. Looking to the side as she remembered hearing what sounded like a scream from behind the counter earlier. There was a rather young looking girl hidden behind the counter. Scarlet let out a small sigh and shake of her head, "I doubt you know how to use this, but it's better than nothing." she said rather coldly, tossing the pistol to the shopkeeper. "I'm going to want that back later though." Scarlet said, her tone lightened up slightly, giving a small wink to the girl before she turned and jumped out of the shattered and broken hole in the wall that used to be a large, glass bay window.

Her feet hit the wooden floorboards of the porch of the line of buildings she was on. Looking around Hunters were now out in full force as they shot at the beasts. From above and the street. Scarlet just wished this was already over. She didn't know if it was the pain in her shoulder or the fact that all she wanted was a peaceful drink at the local taverns. She just really wanted this to be over and done with. Eyeing her shotgun that was in the middle of the street, she quickly retrieved it, and hid alongside the side of one of the buildings. Swapping the regular buckshots for the other ammo she had with her. If only she could have gotten to her horse would she have been able to get her fire jars, but she didn't have the time for that. Keeping her head low and out of sight, only taking shots at the Wendigos when she had the opportunity to. This was going to be a long day, and an even longer night.

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Josephine Wyatt

"Trust is just a weakness, a weakness for people to exploit."

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"You should probably be nicer to the pigeons. They hold grudges."

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Darcy Lewis

"Where the hell do we go from here?"

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David Arthurs

for now I will stay alive

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Harlan Talbot

"You do what you gotta do."

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Arthur Talbot

"Everything I do, everything I am... it's for her."

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Addie Meadowsweet

courage is the small voice at the end of the day saying ???i will try again tomorrow.???

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Temperance Wheeler

Just do everything we didn't do and you will be perfectly safe.

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Scarlet Ingles

"A year of lows spent so high, feeling like I could die."

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David Arthurs

for now I will stay alive

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Benjamin Lewis

"You should probably be nicer to the pigeons. They hold grudges."

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Scarlet Ingles

"A year of lows spent so high, feeling like I could die."

Character Portrait: Harlan Talbot
Harlan Talbot

"You do what you gotta do."

Character Portrait: Temperance Wheeler
Temperance Wheeler

Just do everything we didn't do and you will be perfectly safe.

Character Portrait: Darcy Lewis
Darcy Lewis

"Where the hell do we go from here?"

Character Portrait: Addie Meadowsweet
Addie Meadowsweet

courage is the small voice at the end of the day saying ???i will try again tomorrow.???

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Arthur Talbot

"Everything I do, everything I am... it's for her."

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Josephine Wyatt

"Trust is just a weakness, a weakness for people to exploit."

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Arthur Talbot

"Everything I do, everything I am... it's for her."

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David Arthurs

for now I will stay alive

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Temperance Wheeler

Just do everything we didn't do and you will be perfectly safe.

Character Portrait: Addie Meadowsweet
Addie Meadowsweet

courage is the small voice at the end of the day saying ???i will try again tomorrow.???

Character Portrait: Scarlet Ingles
Scarlet Ingles

"A year of lows spent so high, feeling like I could die."

Character Portrait: Josephine Wyatt
Josephine Wyatt

"Trust is just a weakness, a weakness for people to exploit."

Character Portrait: Harlan Talbot
Harlan Talbot

"You do what you gotta do."

Character Portrait: Benjamin Lewis
Benjamin Lewis

"You should probably be nicer to the pigeons. They hold grudges."

Character Portrait: Darcy Lewis
Darcy Lewis

"Where the hell do we go from here?"


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