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[bruce]

"There a single sordid attic holds the living and the dead;
There the smouldering fire of fever creeps across the rotted floor,
And the crowded couch of incest, in the warrens of the poor."
-- TENNYSON

London, West side

Xeno was making a few final preperations before heading out intio the streets to make his way to the east side and directly to the Whitecaple district. It was no trevial feat for one sucgh as Xeno Gilder degrad his proper upbringing by subjecting himself to the dreags of socity, in a section of London which has become so intergrated with filth, dedgrareation, and citizendtry famously branded 'People of the Abyss' by the American author Jack London. And like the famopus author Xeno would also inject himself into the society of demoralized Midlanders, dreadful forieners and scum in wide varieties of race and nationality.

[bruce]

"There a single sordid attic holds the living and the dead;
There the smouldering fire of fever creeps across the rotted floor,
And the crowded couch of incest, in the warrens of the poor."
-- TENNYSON

London, West side

Xeno was making a few final preperations before heading out intio the streets to make his way to the east side and directly to the Whitecaple district. It was no trevial feat for one sucgh as Xeno Gilder degrad his proper upbringing by subjecting himself to the dreags of socity, in a section of London which has become so intergrated with filth, dedgrareation, and citizendtry famously branded 'People of the Abyss' by the American author Jack London. And like the famopus author Xeno would also inject himself into the society of demoralized Midlanders, dreadful forieners and scum in wide varieties of race and nationality.

[bruce]

It was now time to leave the comforts of his west London home and to exchange it for a mildew stained one room flat above the Wounded Pig; some months ago Xeno had worked out a deal with the owner which would allow the inventor to stay in the cald and damp single room above his place of bisness. The owner having promised to keep Xeno's true identity a secret and to not ask questions, the perfect arrangement to ones true purpose hidden from the inqiusitive eyes of the law and public. His quest was sinple, to find the ones respocible for the death of his girlfreind, an America woman by the name of Marion Fuller. After donning the last few articles of clothing Xeno took the last few steps which would take him from the world he knew and ultimatly into the verty heart of the desease ridden streets of Whitechapel. There were still a few items that Xeno needed to pick up before making his waty to the east side of London, stepping into the four-wheel carriage Gilder commnaded his personal coachmen to take him to the 'Gallery of Armors' shop located betweeen the corners of Moorfield st Langburn court. Upon arrving at the shop Xeno was greeted by the owner and his friend J.D. Kroth. There Xeno woyuld pick out two Gauntlets of Plate steel, which ran him about £12/20s and Full Plate Armor, at £80/5s it was a fairly costly item, Xeno would take these new items with him to the Wounded Pig, making certain to walk up the back stairs as to avopid susspection. Several minutes later Xeno would hear the strangest sound he had ever heard around these parts-Silence. Then after a few brief moments he began to hear the faint sounds of a single indivigual talking, something about this personas tone of voice screamed 'Authority and Command' perhaps a constable. Gilder's bnaturally inqiusitive mind wondered at the possible of who was speaking and for what purpose had they demanded silence from the rabble of drunkn patriants. Stepping out of his dingy room Xeno made his way down several staircase steps before halting. "I am interested in joining this effort." Came a call from the slightly shadowed stranger upon the staircase.

[bruce]

There was no difference of time between South Africa and Spain, thus enabling Abigial and Walter to converse in the same time zone. Walter arrived home several hours ago, having only a single meeting to attend that day, the mid-afternoon hours were qiuckly vanishing from the skyline over Pretoria as the livingroom ophone began to ring. Water had been relaxing in his favorite chiar ever since coming home, he had been fallen in and out of sleep for the last hour of so, only to be awoken by the double assulat of the ringing phone and the sudden oncoming of a knock at his apartment door. "Kak, Altyd wanneer I'm slaap." Walter cursed the phone and door that interuppted his desire for rest. Walter reluctantly climbed from the warmth of his favorite recliner; it was far moore imparative to answr the phone before making a dodge for tthe door, the person behind the wooden barrier could stand to wait, but the person on the phone might hanfg up if it were not answered with some ergency. Walkingv over to tghe black, shiny phone Walter picked up the reciever and placed it agiangt his ear and mouth. "Ja, dokter Miller hier." Before the persopn on the end of the line could respond. "Een oomblik." Walter asked the person to hold on for a second, he had assumed tyhat the indivigual calling was doing so from some other part of South Africa, and as this was only logical Walter didnt think twice about speaking Afrikaans to this person. Arriving at the door Walter reached out and tuirned the doorknob, pulling the door open but slightyly he inqiured as to who was there.

[bruce]

With the firing of sweasman Offelson's weapon, the first to pull the trigger and succesfully hit an enemy on the Italian manned light armoured Vacca, the great sea war had begone. The Kaiser Max was making a full run toward its opponant-vessel, the largly wooden ansd inferior cruiser would meet its watery demise at the hands of Nevel's men, they had unleashed a blanket of fire upon the much smaller vessle tearing to shreds its hull. This barrage of gun fire was but the first step that would ultiamylu lead to the first loss of a vessel due to ware time agression. The Kaiser Max was nearly passed the point which would take the vessel beyond the battleline of the Italian fleert, at the point when the Kasier Max was about to pass the Vacca the stern-terrant opened fire. The Kasier shook as the terrant blasted its iron projectile directly into starboard side of the severly crippled ship, the cannonball hit the boat just above the watermark which had been stained into the hull from previos battles, but this time the ship would not be making the votyage home. The artillary had inleashed a barrage of wooden splinters of variying size which pieced the legs, arms, and torso's of saliors. In less then a minutes the Vacca sank beneath the waves, taking with it its crew of bloody humsn pin-chusins.

[bruce]

The Kaiser Max was rounding a starboard turn several hundred feet beyond the Itaslian battle line. The maniuver had been successful the ship had broken off from the arrow formation to take out the Vacca in order to clear a path for thier strike on the flagship Persano. The formation of headed by Albini had done thier part in the conspiracy againsgt its countries navy and so they were not oblkigated to take part in any further acts of treason, what they did next was not somthing that had been contracted. Albini had commanded his fleet of seven semi-armoured vessels to attack and destroy the Varese, after that they would make thier way to Porto Comisa, ending thier limited invovlenmebnt in the battle. The vessels Castel, Ancona, Di Bruno and the Palestro had ebngaged the Austrian fleet, which suffered the loss of Kommodor von Petz, who was dedcapitated by a shell, suffereing heavy shelling the Austrians lost the entire right arm of thier V formation. In all the Austrians would loss six vessels, the remaining Italian ships were heavilt armoured and did much damaged agaisnght the larger Austrian fleet. The Austrians still outnumbered the Italians with more then 10 vessels, to the five ships still remaining in the Italian fleet, the flagship Persano still remaineing elusive. The heavily armoured vessels Kaiser Max are poised for a head to head showdown.

[bruce]

Things were coming to a head, both fleets had executed their maneuvers successfully, movements which would bring the fleets back into cannon rage of one another. The Kaiser Max would serve as a reserve force to pick out any stragglers. The remaining five ships of the Italian armada are attempting to make an inverted teardrop-like maneuver starting from the west, going to the south and finally back down toward the island of Vis which lay in a northern position.

The Austrians plan on cutting the Italians off to the south by completing a semicircle maneuver toward the enemy fleet, while the Kaiser Max would come straight up to the south. These maneuvers were somewhat unorthodox in their execution and were made by each captain purely independent of one another, they simply defied all strategical logic.

The battles of the morning hours had destroyed all means of one vessel communicating with another.

All of these magnificent maneuvers were all for naught, for there was something approaching from the north, some unknown menace with its own agenda. The point of engagement would soon be reached by the two fleets and the lone vessel of the Kaiser Max.

Nevel was standing on the upper deck watching the culmination of the days drawn-out battle, he had no doubt that the Austrian empire would be the victor, however certain unforeseen events would call this assumption into question, the first of which had already begun on the main deck of the Kaiser Max.

The swell from the north had not gone unnoticed by the crew of the vessel, even Nevel had seen it from the corner of his eye, though he tried not to lend credence to the old myths of which many claimed this was an omen of.

A group of frightened and concerned crewmen had gathered directly in the center of the deck, 12 men huddled together and talking amongst themselves about the encroaching doom from the black depths.

[bruce]

The time was upon them, both fleets were in sight of one another, with thr Austrians maintaining the upper hand. They had succeeed in cutting off the Italians in the sourthen position, who had failed to complete the maunero which would have taking them out of firing range. Thety had once again failed to complete a proper battleline, but unoike before there wouldnt be anymore mistakes this time. Tghe Italians were destined to complete and utter failure, it would cause them thier lives. Things wouldnt fair any better for the Austrians, for the entire battle of July 20 1866 would result in those of both fleets, few would survive into the night. The first wave would take place between the Italians vessels Ancona, Castel and the Di Bruno. These three ships would go bow to bow with the Salamander, Habsburg, and the Drache, the others would follow cloe behind but would not take action, their main concern was the protectiojn of the flagship, the Erzherzog Max. Unfortunaly the Austrians had lost sdeveral ships in the difficult manouver to difficulties of propuulsion, and the ware and tear of thier sails, largly due to persistenct gunfire by the Italians. Just as they had hoped the Austrians cut off the Italians and the Kasier Max was closing in on its desired ebnd-position.

[bruce]

Therevwasnt much elde for Xeno to do at this point, he had already volunteered for the job of hunting down the seriela killer and had also agreed to take part in helping to deal with the biggesr threat of this Jack fellow. Frankly Xeno couldnt care less about the this Vaughn character, it was the big guy he was after, as he hooped that Spring Heel Jack coyluld bive him the imformation he so deserately desiored; the identiy otf those who had killed his beloeved. Seeing the Constable clime the stairs Xeno went back up the few steps whichhe had taken and was once more in the corridor, as the bobby passed him Xeno took a good look at his chosen comcanion, personally he though the lady particuallr unattractive, but what could you exdpect from some cheap Whitechapel bang-tail. When the constable passsed him Xeno felt slightly uneasy, as if he was perhaps recognized, but when the constable said nothing and instead continued on down the hall Xeno felt releaved. Xeno's animitdy relied upon the ignortance of others as yo his true identiy. Being an inventor in a world which relies on and is so heavily influenced by Steam-technology, is not all that dissimikliar to the fame heaped upon those involved in the theatre or the arts. It is a fieklld which can rturn someone into a ghoushold name, but luckily this was Whitechapel and the large majorty of people there cant even afford steam generated eltricity. Xeno now stood at the railing looking down at the crowded bar as he examined his potential comrads.

[bruce]

As Jason was creeping his way thrugh the back of of the house he tried to fucos on the faint sounds of the baby cries, amde parrticuiallr difficult due to the rawcus sounds of struggle xcoming from the living room. As he passed the entrance which led into the tasefully decorated living room Jason saw a black haired woman actually flying passsed the doorway, apparaenly knocked on her butt from a powerful blow by the vicious spirit-creature. Jason hesitated a bit and contemoplated entering the other room to assist them, but then he stopped. "Shit! Well thier hunters. Im sure they can handle themselves." There was certainly some concern to be felt for the two femasles hunter, but Jason also realizxed that if hie didnt locate the creatures baby, none of them would survive and so he pushed on passed the doorway and up the stairs. The creeking of the steps as Jason made his way to ther second floor weere drowned out by the sounds of destruction coming from downsrtairs. Upon reacghing the top of the stairs Jason discovered the dead and decomposing body of the real Mrs Jengko. "The creature seems to take on the form of the victim!" Jason thought to himself as he continued passed the corpse and down the hallway. There were five bedrooms on the second floor for Jasson to check out, but after sneaking into four of them he had come up empty handed, he begawn to question his ears. "I know I heard those cries coming from this level of the house." Stepping slowly ansd cqaustiously toward the fifth and final door on the second floor Jasson once again heard the cring sounds, but this time they weere difiniate and defined. Jason stretched out his fingers as he reached for the doorknob, thetips of his fingers were greeted by the slimy residue left behind by the mother-creature. Opening the door and stepping inside Jason was surprised to find a complyt bare room, devoid of all furnishings. In the corner of the room there stood a very bizarre baskek, a white wicker laundry hamber shaped like an Elephant. "Now that is wiered." he chuckled. Jason thought he had been fooled again, clearly there was no bqby monster ion the room, somehow he never considered the basket and was about to exit the room when he suddenly heard cries coming from the basket,. The mere thought creeped him out, someone actually stuffing thier infacnt into a wicket basket and kleaving it there-Monsrter baby or not.

[bruce]

Pearl had gone abnd done it, Jason had convinvced hiself that the death of the infant would somehow be the instrumebnt of the Analan's death, he obvisovly had no real way of knopwing this as a certainty, but it was the only option that they had. If there anything good about the world was 20 years ago it was the fact thart a hunter was blessed with a sense of certainty when it came to most monster and spirits. This was a whole different ballgame, these days there was no certainty when dealing with these creatures, many of which are copmplyt new to the modern hunter. As Jasioon heklld the defensless creature in his arms he began to have second thoughts, he was just about to turn around and walk into the room and place the infant-creature back into its haven, but then he saw the momma-beast approaching the blond hiared girl from behind. The obscene cracking and popping sounds of its knuckles echoed through the hall as its clawed fingers bent from thier back-turned position to one of attack. Jason didnt qiute know what to do, the mother creature had taken him bt surrpise, allowing veryr little time to formulate an idea of how to dispose of the infant-creature. The best plan he could come upwityh in thast moment was to throw the infact down onto the floor and hopefully break itws neck, but bwefore he could manage it the baby's black wings spread out and it imediatly took flight-Note to hunters...baby Analan can fly ojnly a few hours after being born. The mother Analan was only iches away from the unexpecting Pearl, the claws upon its siney slender fingers dripped with anticipation, while Jason was distractecby the flyimng baby Analan which hovered over his head. From the corbner of his eye Jasson wsaw the aduly Analan behind the blond and without thinking or really aiming he pulled his Walther P99 from under his shirt and fired-Direct hit between the eyes. Unfortunatly this would only help delay its attack upon the two hunters, the only sure fired way to kill the Analan was to destroy the baby, or at least they hoped it would. A bullet wouldnt kill an adult Analan, but what about a baby Analan?

[bruce]

Standing before Jason and Pearl Woods was a bonified Cambion from medieval legend, a half-human, half demon, and the offspring of an incubus and a human woman. Such creatures were even more rare then the Analan, the child is in danger from hunters untill it reaches its seventh year of existence, at which point it becomes increasingly difficult to differentiate it from a human being. Although this Cambion was devilishly cunning, as they were known for, it wasnt in the least angelic in its appearance. Te reason for this departure from its common nature remains a secret however, for this particualr Cambion was not what it appeared to be. The creature stood before the two hunters in its biege dress shirt and jacket vest, bald headed with the bloody remnants of its last meal still smudged upon its face. Cambion had black eyes, but unlike the garden veriaty demon, they possesessed black billard ball pupils with white the rest of the eye remaining whitwe. This unique physiocalical attribute gave the appeareance of shining rings of pure white when seen under dark conditions. It was only when the Analan acted aressivily toward this new creature that Jason realized the two were aparently deadly enemies. The mother Analan charged the demon and attacked, or at least it tried to, the Cambion simply raised its hand and touched the Analan's forehead-The spirit-creature was instantly reduced to ash. The Cambion then riased its opposite hand and made the infant Analan vanish. "What the hell? Cambion dont possess......." Before Jason could get the thought out the Cambion itself had vanished. It seems as though the hunters have a bit of a mystery on thier hands. Why would a creature from medivel legend abduce a Philipian spirit of putridity.

[bruce]

After the carnage of the remaining ships being blasted out of the warter the seas hasd returned to thier calm state. The Italian and Austrian ships were compleyly destroyed, thier crew either drowned or pulverized by whatever it was that had attack. Ojnly one ship remained and that belong to the Itaslians, though its crew had all ditched the vessel and were now swimming in an ocean whose waters had been turned black from vast amounts of human blood. The sense of unease which the calm seas were evoking was almost maddening to the crew of the Kaiser Max, and its captain. Releif would come in the form of another watery fist, this time the damage was limited to the bow of the vessel. Those crewmen who had been standing with thier rifles at the ready near the front of the Kaioiser Max were killed instantly, spared the horrors of survival. As qiuck as it had appeared the mysterios eqautic menace sank down below the waters of the Adriaic sea, never to appear again. The water-creature left behind nearly two dozen ships, each one reduced to tiny fragments of wood and metal. All that remained of the watery halocuast was the parttially destroyed Kaiser Max, the vessels was taking on water and readty to sink into the depts of the sea, to abbandon the crew which had once givinen it life and had taken it through many glorious sea battles. The debris from the fragmented bow of the Kaiser Max had killed and mained most of its crew, leaving less then 20 people alive, this included its captain, his sister and an assortment of shocked and bruised seaman. 230 good men were dead and the Kaiser Max was sinking qiouckly, Nevel was the captain and the captain must go down with the ship, his crew however had no such obkligation, to this Nevel made it perfectly clear. Now standing misdship with his crew the captain issued the order to abandon ship. "Men....It was an honer havong you as my crew. I must follow the Kaiser Max to its ultimate end, but you are free to abbandon her." Nevel awaiterd thier deicision.

[bruce]

Rose had limpedup to her brother Nevel and tried to convince him that he should fight rather then passivly meeting his watery destiny, if it had not been for her presence aboard the Kaiser Max Nevel would have miost certainly fullfilled that duty. Things were different now, he had her wellbeing to consideer. Unfortunatly the deisicion had come to late, what happened next would be clouded in a haze. "Allright then, mates. Everyone overboard!" Nevel and his crew made thier way to the back of the severely damaged ship in oder to give the men a safe place from which to jump. Seaman Olson, who was the first to fire upon an Italian vessle was the first to step up, but as he was positioning himself the water whixch had been slowly seaping into the vessel had reached the compartment whicghh housed the steam engine. The exploding engine tore the very center out of the Kaisefr Max, steam and splintery debris blew into the sky. The conscioustion from the violent blast sent all those who hadnt jumped from the ship, flying into the air and splashing into the sea. Nevel, his sister and the remaining crew members awoke many hours later, some retgained consciousness while floating on thier backs, while Nevel, Rose and several others woke up with thier limbs drapped over wooden planks.

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[bruce]

Just a few...

There is a true god (for lack of a better term), which totally transendant, which means it had no direct connection to the creation of the universe, materiality or human beings.

There is a lower being who did the actual createing of the material universe and human beings

It is an imperfect being, which is why the universe, earth and human beings are imperfect themselves.

Gnosis, or knowledge of the self liberates the soul, not the denial of sin

There would be no reality without the dicotemy of opposites, or as you have heard many say, there can be no good without evil, no evil without good