Oh, Death, оh Death, oh Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year

But what is this, that I cant see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on your soul

Oh, Death, оh Death, oh Death,
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Oh, Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.

Oh, Death, оh Death,
my name is Death and the end is here...

Thirty miles from the crossroads, Mississippi

Driving down the road, it was clear that time was running out. Overhead the full moon had vanished under a billowing mass of clouds that sucked all the light from the night. Being on an old dirt road left them with no light beyond that of the car head lights and dash lighting.

Ahead, the storm lurked not quite ready to break.

The tension was tangible and thick enough to cut.

The Crossroads

Walker looked around the crossroads. It was here, nearly a century before, that the power had been given. Now he was going to collect it. He pulled a deck from his pocket and started laying a spread with one hand as he checked the time on the antique watch with his other. The cards lay on the air as he placed them.

"Ah.." Walker said as he looked over the spread. Confrontation. Rewards for victory. Enmity. "I think you will find me more prepared this time." He said aloud as he put the watch away.

The field around him burst into flame as several forms appeared in them.
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:19, Fri 08 Oct 2010.

Thirty miles from the crossroads, Mississippi

Looking out the window Mr. Impossible sits in quiet contemplation, his eyes set on the storm ahead.  "Looks like it might rain." He looks to Yeoman with a serious nod.  ”Good thing I brought my umbrella hat.” A sudden shift of his form brings about a small umbrella hat that opens up.

Two miles from the Crossroads, middle of Nowhere Mississippi

The sullen Mississippi night seemed to be an oppressive cloud to everyone in the car. The clouds overhead literally pushing down with a sullen wet weight that pushed at the occupants. Everyone of them watched the miles of road shrink as the GPS unit that had been in the shielded glove box counted down the miles.

Yeoman's thoughts were interrupted to the whisper of a voice in his ear as a chill filled his body.

The hounds come.. beware. As familiar as his own voice, the whisper seemed to come from all directions. A second too late though, he realized as he drove the car over the last remaining hill between them and the plantation.

As the car crested over the last hill, a massive blast of light and heat as pack of fiery hounds literally pounce on the hood of the car, tearing it part with the ease of a six year old pulling the wrapping off of a Christmas package. The car impact onto the lead hound of the pack and the heroes are sent reeling as the car is driven aside and into the corn field on one side of the road.

Finally the pin wheeling car comes to a rest as the impact of the hounds is spent.






OOC: GM Fiat, everyone gains a hero point. I need inits and Fort checks as the car finishes up on the field.

Merry Xmas folks and sorry it took so long.