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 Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:11 pm
Church of the Kelts
Off in a lonely field, where perhaps Bobbie Jean and Dallas Birmingham once attended Sunday morning, a white church sits lonely and innocently. Though now, the world has changed and people have become quite radical in the name of survival. Where the bell used to toll to alert Sunday churchgoers of the beginning of mass, now sits a spotter, for inside this little church, a little group has grown. This is Kelt territory, stay away unless you plan on being saved... In other words.. dead.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 2:44 pm
 HoranikHoranik arrived at the familiar church, having used a piece torn from his sleeve to stop his leg from bleeding. He walked in and settled on the ground, thinking of ways he could have done better to save the people in the car. I should have saved them... It is my duty as God's helper... but they RESISTED... they ALWAYS resist...
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 3:27 pm
There is a note on the main alter up ahead. It looked like it was hastily written and there are some dried blood stains on it. The small parchment reads:
Messengers of the Lord's duty,
Already it sounds like Father Carson McBeckett, leader of the Kelts.
I have been asked by the almighty savior, our Lord and Master, to head into the city and survey the House of Him. (Meaning Cathedral) If thineself is looking for me, I am there. We are gathering our forces for the final judgement day, and the time where we will ride our chariots into the damned ones is soon on us. Go, Children of God, spread the word to the non-believers of their final doomsday, and let those who will not follow the Kelts be judged to death! Enim Deus Pietasque! (For God and Duty!)
Behind the alter lies a headless body, their skin not looking like infected, which tells that the person who was murdered was a non-infected Walker. It was a clean cut across the neck, severing the head, which is no where to be found.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 3:44 pm
Horanik
He walked up to the altar and read the note, and decided to go after the Reverend. Nothing to do at the Church currently, after all...
[exit Horanik to ruined cathedral]
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:23 pm
SantanaJack looked up from the handlebars of the motorcycle at the Church ahead of him. The small motorcycle had carried him about 3 miles down the road and finally led him to the familiar path he had taken many times. He stopped the motorcycle next to a small fence near the Church and dismounted it, leaning the vehicle against the fence as its kickstand had been broken off long ago. He approached the Church and stepped to the doors. He pushed them open slowly and entered after he hard the creeking of the old wooden door. He looked up to see several Kelts loitering around the Church, each working on their own individual tasks and projects, it was calm here, a small haven in a world that had become hell. He went immediately to one of the back rooms and entered, locking the door behind him. It was the room the altar boys used to use for preparing the mass, it had been transformed into his own personal little workshop. He unloaded his backpack, pouring it out onto a small bed stuffed into the corner and dropped the rugged leather backpack on the floor. He sifted through the various canned foods and supplies until he found 3 books, each a copy of the Bible with differen't punlishers. He placed the 3 books next to a collection he had been building on a small shelf above his bed, making a total of 24 books. He stood back and admired the hard work he had put into his collection for a moment, then turned around and scooped up his things, removing the long trench coat and hanging it in the closet of the room. He pulled on a belt that had several packs and military carrying cases attached to it, placing supplies in their proper spaces. Mostly packing extra ammo and as much food as he could carry without it weighing him down. He made sure his two holsters were attached tightly then left the room. He walked out of the Church and found his way back to the motorcycle. He started it up again and decided he would head back the way he came then improvise from there, it seemed like a safe enough route.
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