Ramblin' On

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Hansel wasn’t accustomed to hunting in this time period and it showed. Dean had been questioning sheriff about the recent kidnappings when Hansel strolled up his gun on his shoulder.

“Sheriff.” he says nodding

“Who the hell are you?” the sheriff asks his hand on his own gun as he watches the stranger.

“Hansel, Witch hunter, from the looks of your local papers you need one. you might not know of me but I’m the best there is” he says offering his hand.

The sheriff raised his eyebrows. “Very funny, this is serious investigation so I’m going to need you to go home and put the gun away before you hurt someone.”

Hansel’s eyebrows wrinkled. “I know it’s serious, two kids are missing, that’s why I’m here! To help!”

"Ah... you'll have to excuse my partner there, sheriff." A shy chuckle escapes him. Gotta turn the charm on. "He's new!" He pulled out a badge, flashing it for just a second in the sheriff's face before tucking it away quickly. "He's uh...", he eyed Hansel's outfit, cringing slightly.

"He's really into the whole LARP-ing thing..." With that and an apologetic nod, Dean dragged Hansel away trying his best to be subtle. Once they were out of earshot, he let him go. "Okay. This ain't gonna work. You're not in a fairytale anymore and you can't go around tellin' people you're a", he glanced around, lowering his voice, "-a witch hunter! Normal people don't believe in the supernatural. So, for now, you are John Letterman, FBI agent." He thrust the badge in Hansel's direction. "Who really digs fantasy roleplay." He muttered with a tone of defeat.

From endverse!Dean - @i-met-scooby

@i-met-scooby

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"No way.." she mumbled, looking down at the paper in front of her. Ever since Sam had accepted Lucifer, Evo did not rest. She did not sit down and take a minute. There was too much going on and Evo felt like she was the only sane one in this household at this point.

"I get where you're coming from. I do, Evo. But you're no good to me, half-dead! So, either you clean up your act or I demote you to watch-duty and you can sulk up there with Chuck."

❝ Thanks for killing the only ones holding this place together. ❞

❝ But all those people you just let in here? DEAD. All those women and children with you? DEAD. ❞

❝ I don’t take sides. Too hard to tell when the good guys have become the bad. ❞

❝ Just wanted to know whose face I’m going to break if things go wrong. ❞

❝ Can’t go around killing for no good reason. This was a good reason. ❞

❝ I think I make a poor farmer. ❞

❝ These bastards don’t speak for us! ❞

❝ I’m not going to kill people for defending their homes. ❞

❝ I didn’t ask for advice just to ignore it. Promise you’re not throwing away your lives on this. ❞

❝ We will return here one day, whether I live to see it or not. ❞

❝ Die fighting or starve on the road. I’d rather fight. ❞

❝ You kill my kin, I kill yours. ❞

❝ Trying to take all the glory again? ❞

❝ Bunch of vultures and lunatics. Between the families killing each other for control, there’s more bloodshed inside the walls than outside. Staying in there is a death sentence. ❞

❝ I know what you’re doing. You have to let me come with you. Don’t leave me. Please. I’ll be good! ❞

❝ These are my arrows. I’ll shoot them at whoever I want. ❞

❝ You think you’ll survive out there on your own? ❞

❝ I’m too old to peddle in gossip. ❞

❝ I never had a moment to thank you for your hospitality. ❞

❝ I bet you have some incredible stories. ❞

❝ I don’t get in fights I can’t win. ❞

❝ Isn’t this a damn curiosity. ❞

❝ The world’s ending. Come on, this is old news. ❞

❝ But you made this a problem, didn’t you? ❞

❝ We come to parley, not fight. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me this is how it has to be. It’s what you chose! ❞

❝ Please… for me. Don’t do this. ❞

❝ We can’t do this. They’re people. Like us. ❞

❝ What if our clansmen do start to lose hope… and look at you differently? ❞

❝ As for you, may the wolves feast on your corpse, you traitorous son of a bitch. I will haunt you. ❞

❝ But then look behind you. How many people is that? They follow you, fight for you. Why? ❞

❝ You may not have cut my throat but you sentenced us to death. ❞

❝ I don’t believe that’s who you are. ❞

❝ I did what had to be done to make it. The only mistake I made was you. ❞

❝ I may be reckless but I pay my debts. ❞

❝ I’m not above begging. ❞

❝ My friends, how could I forget everything you’ve done for me? ❞

❝ You must think you know me… or people like me. ❞

❝ What kind of man are you? ❞

❝ Why didn’t you just put a knife if my head the second we met? ❞

❝ Do we not even deserve a good death? ❞

❝ Why didn’t you just put a knife if my head the second we met? Do we not even deserve a good death? ❞

❝ You can’t trust me, I know that. ❞

❝ You think everyone was born to lead? Make hard decisions? ❞

❝ If you even look the wrong way at a single man, woman or child, there will be no hesitation about killing you on the spot. ❞

❝ Is this some kind of apology? ❞

❝ Why would I believe a word you say? ❞

❝ This fight could not have been won. They did what you were unwilling to do. ❞

❝ You’d gladly let our whole race die? ❞

❝ We are all there is. And we will all be gone someday. ❞

❝ We have nothing left but ruins. ❞

❝ You’ve destroyed what we have made. What else is left of us? Will we leave no trace behind? As if we never existed?! ❞

❝ A prophecy of the gods that I’ve never heard of. ❞

❝ Find a way. Do whatever it takes. ❞

❝ It devours whatever it touches. ❞

❝ Time is moving strangely. I’ve lost swathes of memories. ❞

❝ Ancient history is playing out before us. ❞

❝ Who are you to take my destiny? What are you?! ❞

❝ Are you a god? ❞

❝ Do you ask the hammer what the blacksmith is making? ❞

❝ Do you not recognize me? ❞

❝ I am meant to devour the tapestry itself, not idly witness the dusk smother this rock. ❞

❝ I am the end. Do you understand? This world, and this tapestry, I would devour. It is my purpose. ❞

❝ If you are not going to die, I suppose we must speak instead. ❞

❝ Now comes a wall of night to consume your pitiful world. ❞

❝ Is there no child coming to slay me with a magic sword? Are there no stars in the sky foretelling this disaster? ❞

❝ Listen carefully, thief. I will give you a prophecy to write on banners and tomes. ❞

❝ Return what is mine! ❞

❝ The gods are silent and before me stands one who knows not what they have done. ❞

❝ This conversation becomes more meaningless by the word. ❞

❝ Whether you are simple or clever remains to be seen. ❞

❝ What do your prophecies say? The gods gave you prophecy. Fate. Destiny. ❞

❝ You are a thief. You have something that does not belong to you. It is mine. ❞

❝ Don’t be a hero. Kill a few and come back alive. ❞

❝ You’ve gotten what you wanted. Now leave. ❞

❝ Family makes you do weird things. ❞

❝ How many times did I have to call him a traitor before you got the message? ❞

❝ I’m not so hard to understand. Why don’t you try asking instead of telling? ❞

❝ I wanted him to feel sick about it. Puke his guts out. ❞

❝ I was so furious. I got so angry that I… I wanted him to beg. ❞

❝ That doesn’t mean I’m not watching you. ❞

❝ The truth is, I still don’t trust you. ❞

❝ Everything is part of the tapestry, it’s made of threads woven together. ❞

❝ If you can see the threads you can manipulate them. ❞

❝ Well, the hardest part is usually seeing the threads. ❞

❝ Are you sure what you saw was real? It could have been a dream, or, I don’t know. You were pretty exhausted. ❞

❝ Do you think this is the end times? ❞

❝ Mattered a lot at the time. I think it doesn’t matter now. ❞

❝ Don’t talk much, do you? ❞

❝ Isn’t it strange how you can be so close to people and not know them? ❞

❝ I wanted to thank you. For letting me join you. ❞

❝ Have you always been such a good shot? ❞

❝ I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. ❞

❝ It’s been lonely without him. ❞

❝ You know… you’re welcome to keep me company. ❞

❝ You would have missed me? ❞

❝ When I saw it happen, I thought for sure… ah, well I’m really glad you’re… ❞

❝ Nobody expects you to raise the dead. ❞

❝ They were always just the barking dog you put in the yard to find out who your enemies are. ❞

❝ Where do you draw the line? ❞

❝ We managed to kill most of those traitorous sons of bitches and the rest fled into the woods. ❞

❝ You’re a better person than I. ❞

❝ They’re not invading. They’re running. ❞

❝ We’ve been killing women… we’ve been slaughtering women and children this whole time? ❞

❝ It’s a miracle you’re alive. ❞

❝ If this is what happens when we die I’m very disappointed. ❞

❝ I’m not asking for your blessing. ❞

❝ How about some gratitude? ❞

❝ Leave, my ass. You must be used to others following your lead. ❞

❝ Besides, I’m not convinced you’re really older than me. ❞

❝ A lot of old history getting thrown around here. ❞

Confused as to whether he should or shouldn't put his gun away, he let it linger defensively, still pointing at the other's chest. The light from the moon in the dark of the night, glistened off its surface. Otherwise, they were surrounded by darkness. Dean couldn't tell how many more were hiding in the shadows. It seemed like he'd gotten himself entangled in something much bigger than his paygrade.

Dear Sam and Dean,

If your reading this I’m dead. Hope it was a good death and I went out swinging. I’m leaving you this letter and this key because there’s something I need you to take care of and your the best damn hunter I know of so I’m sure you can handle it.

About 10 years ago I was hunting a werewolf nest up in New Jersey. I busted into there den and there was a creature at the time I thought must have been somesort of super werewolf or something. about 7 ft tall covered in fur, claws and with a nasty set of Chompers. (I later found out this thing calls itself an Ulfhedinn) So I put a silver bullet threw it’s heart. Thing dies just like a werewolf and changes back to it’s human form. so I finish off the pack and start burning bodies and this thing wakes up, transforms back and starts after me so I shoot it dead again, figuare maybe I didn’t quite get my aim down the first time or something. Burn the body but there’s this pelt it was wearing that won’t burn.

I take the pelt with me and seal it in a box put it away thinking it’s a cursed object or something. Well about 6 months later the guy I burned tracks me down pins me to the bed of my hotel screaming and hollering asking where his pelt is. I play along catch him off gaurd and shoot him threw the heart again. Turns out the son of a bitch is 1400 years old and after quite a few “enhanced” interregations I’m starting to belive him when he says he can’t die.

I’ve tried everything I can to put the bastard down, but eventually I learn he’s got a family. I tracked them down saw a few of them transforming, even teaching the kids in different forms. Turns out these Ulfhedinn can transform not only into the werewolf like form I was telling you about  earlier but aslo can change into a regular old wolf. Also turns out they can only do it if they have their individual pelt.

took a pelt it wouldn’t burn just like the other one but I killed one of them with a bullet to the heart, watched the corpse till it started to rot, then burned it, soon as the creature was dead it’s pelt burnt easy. Killed off the rest of the family couldn’t find all the pelts but I’m not sure it matters.

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him everonce in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

I don’t know what’s special about this one but if you can kill it perminantly that would be awesome. I left a diary down in the basement with it detailing everything I’ve tried but don’t let it out and don’t give it it’s pelt.

- Jacob

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Skallagrim had been a prisoner for longer than this but still this guy had no problem shooting him everytime he came down the steps and by the time he woke up the bonds were tighter than ever. The ball gag he had chewed threw time and again was replaced with a harder one, the manicles he’d slipped his hands threw locked tighter so they made his hands numb. They were chained to the floor as were his feet. His neck was locked in a heavy metal collar that was chained to the bars of the cage witch held him.

His shirt was was long gone removed in a torture session years ago and his pants were showing the 10 years of continuous wear. When he got out of here he was going to shred that hunter and then he resolved to find a hamburger. It had been so long since he’d eaten he couldn’t even remember how a hamburger tasted. Really he couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of the rubber ball gags.

Dear Sam and Dean,

If your reading this I’m dead. Hope it was a good death and I went out swinging. I’m leaving you this letter and this key because there’s something I need you to take care of and your the best damn hunter I know of so I’m sure you can handle it.

About 10 years ago I was hunting a werewolf nest up in New Jersey. I busted into there den and there was a creature at the time I thought must have been somesort of super werewolf or something. about 7 ft tall covered in fur, claws and with a nasty set of Chompers. (I later found out this thing calls itself an Ulfhedinn) So I put a silver bullet threw it’s heart. Thing dies just like a werewolf and changes back to it’s human form. so I finish off the pack and start burning bodies and this thing wakes up, transforms back and starts after me so I shoot it dead again, figuare maybe I didn’t quite get my aim down the first time or something. Burn the body but there’s this pelt it was wearing that won’t burn.

I take the pelt with me and seal it in a box put it away thinking it’s a cursed object or something. Well about 6 months later the guy I burned tracks me down pins me to the bed of my hotel screaming and hollering asking where his pelt is. I play along catch him off gaurd and shoot him threw the heart again. Turns out the son of a bitch is 1400 years old and after quite a few “enhanced” interregations I’m starting to belive him when he says he can’t die.

I’ve tried everything I can to put the bastard down, but eventually I learn he’s got a family. I tracked them down saw a few of them transforming, even teaching the kids in different forms. Turns out these Ulfhedinn can transform not only into the werewolf like form I was telling you about  earlier but aslo can change into a regular old wolf. Also turns out they can only do it if they have their individual pelt.

took a pelt it wouldn’t burn just like the other one but I killed one of them with a bullet to the heart, watched the corpse till it started to rot, then burned it, soon as the creature was dead it’s pelt burnt easy. Killed off the rest of the family couldn’t find all the pelts but I’m not sure it matters.

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him everonce in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

I don’t know what’s special about this one but if you can kill it perminantly that would be awesome. I left a diary down in the basement with it detailing everything I’ve tried but don’t let it out and don’t give it it’s pelt.

- Jacob

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Skallagrim had been a prisoner for longer than this but still this guy had no problem shooting him everytime he came down the steps and by the time he woke up the bonds were tighter than ever. The ball gag he had chewed threw time and again was replaced with a harder one, the manicles he’d slipped his hands threw locked tighter so they made his hands numb. They were chained to the floor as were his feet. His neck was locked in a heavy metal collar that was chained to the bars of the cage witch held him.

His shirt was was long gone removed in a torture session years ago and his pants were showing the 10 years of continuous wear. When he got out of here he was going to shred that hunter and then he resolved to find a hamburger. It had been so long since he’d eaten he couldn’t even remember how a hamburger tasted. Really he couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of the rubber ball gags.

From Evo

"Listen, kid, this is how it's gonna go down. Either you haul ass outta here or I make you." He said, almost hissing at the other while drawing out his gun. They had to keep their voices down. Neighbours. He didn't aim but rather, let the gun hang at his side, his forefinger playing with the safety switch. Dean's eyes almost bored into hers and it wasn't a plea. It was a threat.

Dear Sam and Dean,

If your reading this I’m dead. Hope it was a good death and I went out swinging. I’m leaving you this letter and this key because there’s something I need you to take care of and your the best damn hunter I know of so I’m sure you can handle it.

About 10 years ago I was hunting a werewolf nest up in New Jersey. I busted into there den and there was a creature at the time I thought must have been somesort of super werewolf or something. about 7 ft tall covered in fur, claws and with a nasty set of Chompers. (I later found out this thing calls itself an Ulfhedinn) So I put a silver bullet threw it’s heart. Thing dies just like a werewolf and changes back to it’s human form. so I finish off the pack and start burning bodies and this thing wakes up, transforms back and starts after me so I shoot it dead again, figuare maybe I didn’t quite get my aim down the first time or something. Burn the body but there’s this pelt it was wearing that won’t burn.

I take the pelt with me and seal it in a box put it away thinking it’s a cursed object or something. Well about 6 months later the guy I burned tracks me down pins me to the bed of my hotel screaming and hollering asking where his pelt is. I play along catch him off gaurd and shoot him threw the heart again. Turns out the son of a bitch is 1400 years old and after quite a few “enhanced” interregations I’m starting to belive him when he says he can’t die.

I’ve tried everything I can to put the bastard down, but eventually I learn he’s got a family. I tracked them down saw a few of them transforming, even teaching the kids in different forms. Turns out these Ulfhedinn can transform not only into the werewolf like form I was telling you about  earlier but aslo can change into a regular old wolf. Also turns out they can only do it if they have their individual pelt.

took a pelt it wouldn’t burn just like the other one but I killed one of them with a bullet to the heart, watched the corpse till it started to rot, then burned it, soon as the creature was dead it’s pelt burnt easy. Killed off the rest of the family couldn’t find all the pelts but I’m not sure it matters.

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him everonce in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

I don’t know what’s special about this one but if you can kill it perminantly that would be awesome. I left a diary down in the basement with it detailing everything I’ve tried but don’t let it out and don’t give it it’s pelt.

- Jacob

————————————-

Skallagrim had been a prisoner for longer than this but still this guy had no problem shooting him everytime he came down the steps and by the time he woke up the bonds were tighter than ever. The ball gag he had chewed threw time and again was replaced with a harder one, the manicles he’d slipped his hands threw locked tighter so they made his hands numb. They were chained to the floor as were his feet. His neck was locked in a heavy metal collar that was chained to the bars of the cage witch held him.

His shirt was was long gone removed in a torture session years ago and his pants were showing the 10 years of continuous wear. When he got out of here he was going to shred that hunter and then he resolved to find a hamburger. It had been so long since he’d eaten he couldn’t even remember how a hamburger tasted. Really he couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of the rubber ball gags.

From Evo

"Listen, kid, this is how it's gonna go down. Either you haul ass outta here or I make you." He said, almost hissing at the other while drawing out his gun. They had to keep their voices down. Neighbours. He didn't aim but rather, let the gun hang at his side, his forefinger playing with the safety switch. Dean's eyes almost bored into hers and it wasn't a plea. It was a threat.