The Path of Paradox (closed for Hells Fury)

This game is closed for Hells_Fury, but I hope that you enjoy the story along the way. I am always open to comments in how to better my writing. A vampire x human game with a very sinister means.

As a child we begin our journey by following our environment, and we are given choices along that road to explore that environment to see what will be become of us next. The perception of choice and control is powerful; however how in control of life are we? What gives us the ability to know what we are following is our hearts desire...is it even our heart telling us this desire or something far more powerful? The concept of this store is how the road before us can at any moment be shattered to many. And when we believe we know ourselves most is when we our prone to change. This is the exploration of change in a time when it was feared most; in an environment that demanded a static nature. The will of the church in the 1148 the midst of the second crusade; a time when the will of God was by force. Though there was an innocence, the portraits of history showed European warlords given authority by King...and then spread to whom he wished to spread that authority.

That authority moved and motivated the people of that time to build and expand. But what of the damned? To the man who can never touch sunlight or God's caress he is left without religion; only the will to set his own path. And with the fervor to stay in constant state of dynamic, the possibilities lead from beautiful to terrifying. This is the tale of when one looks to the caress of a dead man's hand.


"To be in a constant state of change is a scary thing if you try to control it. You truly never do...for if you could control change well you would be God then wouldn't you? "

Unsanctified ground

The failing light of the sun began to set along the Germanic boarder; what would eventually be known as the Rhine river curled a golden trail with the last glint of the sun. Passing the water far in the distance torches began to light along the country side; people huddled their children indoors and gates began to be closed and barred off. A man wearing thick tanned leathers with a large boar on his shoulder accompanied by five other men quickly were there before the doors were shut. The man holding the boar held a large smile on his face as he was greeted with hails; the promise of good meat to feed families was here.

As the holder of the feast walked he saw someone quickly coming his way. A boy with golden hair running to see his proud father. The father's eyes gleamed with joy to see his son; the father gave up temporary trophy to hold and embrace the one that would outlive him...God willing. The father with ease lifted the boy. The golden haired son could not help but have his attention divided as he looked in the distance.

Not far off, the boy looked upon a shadow over the river, a building that had not seen a person in so long. A building that bore the sign of Christ, but yet it held no torch or candle. The boy looked to his father.

"Why is there no one in the Church, papa? The father's smile weakened and he chose his words carefully.

"That is more then a Church, its a monastery. A place where the priest and the servants of God gather to do his will. And learn from the teaching of scripture. Well..." The father was slow to look at the once filled monastery. A cold took his composure as a quick chill went over his body. He brushed it off and took in the night air. "At least at one point it was filled with them."

"But why is it empty now?" An innocent yet harmless persistence, but to ears that need not hear things that would lead to nightmares. The father took a moment and knelt at eye level with his only son.

"You are never to go inside that place do you understand me?" His voice was stern and to the point; any softness that may have been in his words was gripped by fear. "God doesn't want us going there any more, and that is all you ever need to know of that place. The boy simply shook his head. " Now go boy, run to your mother and tell her that your father did good." The last image of his son was quick smile and he did as his father asked him.

The once tempered father could not help but turn his head to look to the abandoned monastery. He took a deep breath, staring upon its stone walls. Walls that had seen the hands of men do great things...become the seeds of terrible deeds. Though as he looked to a window he could have sworn something was there; nothing ever came of it. He held no shame in praying that it never would.

What he looked upon had no name, time or place anymore. That is if he knew there was someone even there. From the third floor of the structure, as the sun finally was out of the windows gleam...a pale, long boney hand unfurled and the edge of the stone opening. The hand seemed still but quick twitches and movements seems to dance along the very skin. Strands of long black hair fell into view, with the silhouette of a being staring upon the long winding Rhine river. The glance of white pearly teeth, in a grin that would make a shark quiver in fear.

"That smell....yes...someone new has come. Many new someones, plenty of opportunity. New company is always so welcome." The grin seemed to grown even longer, and for a moment the moonlight glinted upon his hand, the flesh pulse and the nails of their own will seemed to grow out with sharp jagged bars. The hand quickly pulled back, scraping along the brick; before a moment had passed...the entity was enveloped by the shadow the monastary.

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Back along the country side, the father's glance turned back towards the happiness in his life.

"Nathan!" The father's attention was had his shaggy brown hair twisted in reaction. Another hunter of the pack approached him.

"What is it?" Quick to the point as he noted the sun's quick descent, a quick nod lead both of the men walking into the town together. The silence was soon killed by quick words.

" I just got word, it seems a pilgrimage has reached our town." Nathan was quick to furrow his brow. " What's wrong with that? We could use the means to get rid of some of the extra furs we have prepared."

"Ever since the Pope's edict, I have heard rumors from travelers saying they make their way for the holy land...but, but our town as never been a ground for prepping warriors. No pilgrimage has ever stopped by our town." Nathan played his hand cautious, a mistrust in his heart would never die.

"Jerusalem or not, it was quite a group of them. 15 all together with a small guard of men as well. God be praised he has sent us good men." A smile came to the hunter seeing his home close in sight.

"We will need to speak to them soon; they are without doubt welcome in these lands. Just why now?" Said Nathan as hunter was quick to head out to his family. Nathan then looked to the Lords Manor and estate, a light flickered with a large group of people inside. Whatever they spoke of, it did not sit with him.

Evelynn was traveling with a pilgrimage. She wanted to do good work, to do God's work and she felt God calling her on this trip. The town they were headed to seemed off in a sense. There was a feeling of uneasy as she looked upon the windows and the people peering from there. She hoped that they new they were not here to harm anyone.

Making their way to the center of the town her eyes fell on an old Church. Wide with wonder she looked around at everyone knowing not to speek unless she was spoken to. The men chatted among themselves and then the leader stepped forth.

"Ladies the Church you see across the way is the very one that we will be restoring to its formar glory."

Evie's eyes lit up she could not wait to go see what the building held within. She knew great things had happened here and could not wait till her trip there began and they could get started. She being one of the elder nun's would have the luxury of being one of the first to go over there. Her heart pounded with anticipation.

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As the pilgrims were gathered a man wearing a full red robe, adorned with a golden cross around his neck and a large signet ring on his finger slowly approached. He was well in his thirties as the age showed in his demeanor. With a stern look upon, a small grin grew as he looked upon each one of his flock. Cardinal Flynn had earned the respect of many; some through fear but his actions he always justified with the will of his Lord.

"We have traveled many days and nights, rest is not yet upon us. We have surveyed the monastery and it is safe for our arrival. Much work is to be done for the renovations; but first we must set up on quarters."

He surveyed his flock to see one of his most faithful Evelynn, beautiful eyes of her were never hard to find. His stare always seems to linger when he found her. Though he spoke with purpose in addressing one of his best.

"Evelynn shall lead many in this days and nights to come. We see it fit that your quarters be established tonight as we have much to begin tomorrow. I have chosen a room upon the second floor for you. You have always had the will of God in your hands child; he will need you rested and ready. I shall escort you personally."

Cardinal Flynn began walking toward the towering monastery. A few of the armed gaurds were carrying Evelynn and the Cardinal's personal effects. The Cardinal looked to his promising young ward.

"Are you excited my child?" His grin grew longer as he walked towards his greatest acheivement. The Monastery of the Savant Rose; he had waited years for this moment to come. One more footstep one his way to being recognized by the Pope.