<quote The Marshall>
The two fiends escaped into the gaping maw of the cathedral. Rowan rolled to her knees but couldn't get a shot off before they were gone inside.

Moving to the brave Templar's remains, Roadkill saw it was hopeless. Arthur was missing parts he needed, like half his skull and most of his chest. Michaela joined him.

Roadkill's arm was bleeding from its wound, and up on the trailer Smoker's arm was also injured although not as badly. Rowan's chest hurt from the shot she'd taken, but it wasn't that bad.

Now, they all heard a voice in their head, one that only Rowan recognised. It was the spirit of her friend, trying to warn them. "Their power is fading... I can speak to you all now from across the veil for a short time although I can no longer affect the physical world... those two who fled are not the only ones remaining. They have a Master besides Jasmine and he is inside. If you do not stop him now his power is untouched, he will find other converts and he will hunt you down and bring corruption and pain to the world! His power resides in the Crypt, beneath this building. This is the only help I can give you, Rowan, I wish you and your friends the Blessing of the Goddess..."



She turns and jogs back to her friends and checks her medical bag
Sigh 3 preperations left and thats it she wil need to make some more as soon as she has time.
She waves the two wounded to her and deals with their wounds, with a poultice each.
Then gathers her equipment, "I have to go in their friends and finnish this, I made that promise, no one is has to come with me though."
Rowan waits briefly to see what they will say

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #538):

Clearly upset by the fate of one of the posse, he looks to Michaela and then to Rowan. With a simple nod he agrees with her request and starts to reload his shotgun.
"Arthur wouldn't have left a job half finished and I'm not about to dishonour him by running now"

Rowan
"No his death lies on my actions in comming in here Road Kill."
"I trusted when I should have accepted my first instincts"
"This coruption killed my teach and they killed a friend, a good man."
"Once we are finnished we must take his sword and belongings home and tell them of his bravery".
"Now any one else coming in with us?"

In reply to Roadkill (msg #539):

"Arthur died fighting, it wasn't anyone's fault. He'd want me to finish this too, so I'm going in as well."

Swinging down to the ground, Smoker took the healing poultice and wrapped it around his upper arm where it was burned.

"Damn, this stuff really works! You should market that, Rowan!"

"Roadkill, you want me inside or stay here and watch the rig?"

He slung his rifle around his shoulder, looking towards the dark empty doors of the haunted cathedral.

Rowan bows slightly
"You are welcome friend, yes I suppose i could but some how it has always seemed, slight wrongness in accepting payment for a belief"
"Now lets get moving shall we"

In reply to The Marshall (msg #537):

"alright bitches time to dance" Trejo mutters as he draws his twin Machete's and follows after the figure fleeing down the stairs.

"Truck is OK smoker, we got got something happening inside here that we need you for".

Feeling more confident after Rowan's healing, Roadkill draws his smg and runs to the front of the church and peaks his head around the door to see what he can see.
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In reply to Roadkill (msg #545):

Reloading his rifle, Smoker unslung it and got ready to move out. He followed behind Roadkill, "stacking" beside him against the wall.

Rowan scoops 2 skulls out of the fountain as she passes, slipping them into her bag, she knows full well she will need a maxium blast on some one before this is ended
As she moves to suport the group she can be heard chanting under her breath.

I are the rock, and you are the stone,
Rivers your blood, mountains your bone.
You are the Source, of all I’ll ever know,
Forever my Mother, for all that I must do.
Thrice we were attacked and thrice now I must return the blessing

Passing the remains of her friends body she pauses

her hand sketchs the air again her fingers leave a trace of power as she speaks.
"In peace abide my friend, I will be back to take you home"
She looks at the others.

"It is said a true Witch lives in patterns of Nature". "Touches it."
"It surrounds her: and it reaches up from inside her to touch that which surrounds."

She snarls
"Thrice now we have been damaged by that which it is in here."
"And my teaching says for each wrong you will be visited by thrice the return"
Rowan steps through the doors her AK ready

Deep inside the ghastly edifice, Trejo reached the top of the stairwell off to the right of the altar. There was a narrow doorway and inside, a set of spiral stairs went up and another went down.

At the front vestibule (, Roadkill, Rowan, Michaela and Smoker burst in the doors. The inside was lit with thousands of candles. At a glance it looked like a normal house of God with rows of pews, statuary and candles, stained glass windows and of course an altar. But the windows could not have survived the City Buster that leveled Wichita, and the concrete structure would have been severely damaged. Instead, it was all intact if a little grimy and blackened.

Something else was wrong here, the decorations seemed off. For example, the candles were all stubby and black, not the typical pure white tapers normally found in a church. There was something odd about the crosses, too.

Inside the main doors off to the left was parked a motorcycle, somewhat out of place inside the church. It looked like it was still in ridable condition, bags still packed on it and not looted.

"Looks like some one has a new ride" Mutters Rowan as her eyes seek the way in which the undead fled.
She scowls she may not be Christain , but this disrispect for anotehrs holy place disturbs her.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #548):

Trejo starts heading down the stairs keeping an eye/ear out for anyone or anything that may want to eat him.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #548):

Smokers eye's lit up at the sight of the bike "Thats an old Kawi, looks to be in good shape too!  gotta remember to grab that on our way out..." and under his breath "provided we make it out of this"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #551):

Michaela looked the bike over as well.

"Probably belonged to some dumb sap who mt Jasmine and thought he got lucky. Everything here seems tainted."

Holding her Katana with both hands she moved into the aisles of the pews, trying to make as little noise as possible.

"that bike would fit nicely in the trailer but first, lets mess this place up"
Roadkill has a gleam in his eye at the thought of destroying the place as he walks in towards the altar.

As Rowan mves throughshe is watching for wardings and tainted circles of summoning

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #554):

The symbols surrounding them were of intentional desecration of Christian images. The crosses and crucifixes were upside down, there was blood in the bowl that would normally hold Holy Water. The statues were obscenely sexual in nature but not celebrations of human passion and fertility. These acts looked instead to be painful, coerced. Stained glass looked to be superficially Satanic in nature but she understood them to be desecration of Pagan symbols; the Pentagram with a goat's head in the middle, scenes of what she guessed was the Goddess being tortured and slain by the Four Horsemen.

Fortunately, among the wholesale desecration of both Christianity and Paganism (although not of other religions, she noted) she did not note any real symbols of mystical power, nor any wards or protections. It was almost like they were arrogant in their own sanctum.

The group moved further towards the altar in the centre of the deserted structure. They could see what could be human remains, sacrifices. Also a collection of goblets, cups, chalices, a small cauldron. All was smeared in blood. The inside of the church reeked of death, blood and burned flesh.

Just past the altar on the right, they saw someone ducking inside a small doorway. As for Trejo, he moved down the narrow stairwell, going deeper and deeper. The air became warmer, fetid. After about 40 stairs down, he heard rustling, low voices from what could be a room ahead.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #555):

Seeing movement up ahead roadkill rushes to the side of the door waving the others over and peeking around the corner.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #555):

Hearing what could be his prey Trejo picked up the pace, while being careful to maintain footing and not make too much noise.

Rowan moves quietly as possible to join him and see what he has seen

In reply to Roadkill (msg #556):

Smoker slings his FAL and draws his Colt, looks like its gonna get too tight for the rifle. He then takes up position beside Roadkill.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #559):

Quietly to the posse "Alright guys, i'm heading in low" he pauses and looks at the bike "and we might have others here"

Keeping low he turns into the doorway and then as quietly as he can, walks on, SMG in hand and shotgun ready and loaded in its holster. Suddenly he thought that the cocktail bombs could have been useful but oh well, maybe next time he thought.

Rowan backs him up her Ak riding at her side on it combat sling ready to back him up.
In her mind she holds ready the speel to send a skull flying at her enemies

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #561):

Smoker slides in behind Rowan, Python at the ready.