Mauderville RPG
A small town with a lot of history, and dangerous secrets. Some say parts of it are haunted, even possessed. A variety of creatures roam the small town, from fairies to shapeshifters to vampires. What lies behind closed doors and roads that dead end?
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Located three miles past the dead end of Dun Road. A seventy-five year old man with gray hair down to his shoulders and a long scruffy beard occupies the small run-down cabin. He has a bloodhound named Tombo, who is often seen roaming around. Tombo is actually Filner's long lost grandson who is a shape shifter. Filner is too old to shift. To get to town he travels down a small gravel path that detours around Dun Road.

Vines and poison oak cover most of the cabin, including the windows. There's an old creaky rocking chair on the front porch. Old Filner often watches the sunrise drinking his morning coffee in this rocking chair. A torn screen door squeaks and bangs against the house with he slightest breeze. Blue shutters dangle off the windows. From the front porch the edge of Dun Road is visible. Fields of grass surround the rest of Old Filner's Cabin as far as the eye can see. A lantern is always lit in the front window. Some say that late at night you can hear the Banshee's cry from inside Filner's Cabin.


Hank Filner

Guests: Eliza Turner, Logan Larkin

11/12/2009 . Edited 3/16/2010 #1

Old Filner limped to his creaky rocking chair, struggling not to spill his black coffee. Tombo followed after him, wary eyes scolding Filner as he walked. Yes, the bloodhound was worried about his grandfather. Filner sat in the chair, his eyes on the horizon. He watched the sun rise slowly, the pink and orange rainbows soon disappearing. Filner only got one full glance of the sun before the cloud enveloped it. He sighed, patted Tombo lightly on the head, and began drinking his bitter coffee. Now, he was warily watching the edge of old Dun Road, anticipating the worst. Moments later, the bloodhound howled so loudly the people of Mauderville could have heard his cry.

11/12/2009 #2

It was early evening and Filner still couldn't find his dog. He always went into town with his dog. Now it was too late for him to go pick up his groceries. He grumbled to himself, scratched his beard. He was in a snot of a mood. He would have to eat beans and cornbread for the fifth time that week.

12/3/2009 #3

Filner sat on his porch, listening to the wolves in the distance. It wasn't often he heard a good fight over a female. He sipped his black coffee and shivered in the cold. Down the gravel road to his house he could see the bloodhound trotting up the road. Filner snorted. The dog trotted up to the porch and ,exhausted, relaxed on his belly at his master's feet.

1/14/2010 #4

Filner sat inside his house, the lantern lit in the window. His dog still hadn't come back, but Hank wasn't worried. The dog always found his way home. Hank stared out the window, gripping his shotgun when he noticed a large figure coming toward him. As the figure got closer he could make out a horse with two people on it. Tensing, Hank tightened his hand on the shotgun and stood from his chair, moving behind the front door.

"Reese, how are you doing?" Eliza asked as Gaia slowed to a trot. Shep followed by their side, quiet and confused. It was different for her not to be out of breath or have her legs aching from the run. She didn't know how Reese did it. He had to be depressed, watching other people live when all he wanted to do was fell his heart beating or the air filling his lungs.

2/14/2010 #5
R. Lauden

The darkness began to recede slowly. Logan found himself clawing for the surface. The poison was seeping into every vein and artery, the constant burn building in his muscles. "Fine." He choked out, stealing the spotlight from Reese. "Thanks for taking over, but I can handle this." He made a mental note, pushing Reese back under. Every movement of the horse sent shocks of pain through his body.

2/14/2010 #6

Gaia came to a stop in front of the small house and Eliza dropped down from the horse, rubbing her side. Shep moved to the front porch, trying to look through the window. All she saw was an empty chair and a mug of coffee on the end table nearby.

"Reese, you need to get down," Eliza told him softly, passing a nervous glance toward the front door.

2/14/2010 #7
R. Lauden

Logan could barely understand her, the haze settling over his mind. He tried blinking it away, staring at the white-blanketed ground. It seemed to shift and tip beneath the horse. "Right." He mumbled, though he had no desire to move from the horse. It may have been uncomfortable, but landing on his ass would have been even more of a discomfort. Inhaling a deep breath, which failed to quench the fire in his muscles, he shifted his weight and flopped off the side of the horse.

Much as expected, his knees surrendered as his feet struck the ground. He collapsed backwards. The impact sent the air bolting from his lungs. He landed in the cold snow, staring up at the sky. The sillouettes of the branches all overlapped one another in a spiderweb pattern. "Fuck." He cursed, though it was weak and barely audible.

2/14/2010 #8
Katelyn Renee

Reese was suddenly shoved back, the body being taken over by Logan. "God, I need to get out of here." He grumbled, complaining that he no longer had control. He wanted to stand on his own two feet whether they passed though objects or not. "Dude, ask Eliza if she knows any spells that might help." He urged, wanting desperately to leave Logan's body. Though, the man wasn't that bad of company. Reese actually considered him a friend, though, he didn't know if Logan felt the same.

When Logan hopped off the horse and landed on his ass, Reese groaned slightly but quickly covered it with a laugh. "Smooth move." He grumbled, staring up at the night sky.

2/14/2010 #9

Eliza gasped when Logan's body fell to the ground. She rushed to his side, the snow leaking into her sandals and chilling her feet. As Eliza struggled to help him up the door to the cabin opened. Eliza looked up and froze in place. Hank Filner stood on his front porch, pointing a shotgun at Logan's chest. "What the hell do you want?" he growled, eyeing Eliza suspiciously.

2/14/2010 #10
R. Lauden

Logan blinked away the haze. He quickly found himself staring down the barrel of a twelve gauge, his gaze flickered to the crazy old man weilding the shotgun. "Eliza?" He questioned the young-woman, hoping she could talk the man down. Why anyone would even bother pointing a gun at him was a mystery. Logan could barely stand, let alone start any trouble.

The cold was beginning to seap through his flesh, burrowing in his chest. He thought of trying to sit up, but decided it was a better idea to keep deathly still. "Probably not a good time, Reese." He warned the spirit, his body shaking from a combination of the winter chill and the poison.

2/14/2010 #11
Katelyn Renee

"Yeah, no kidding." Reese muttered, staring at the gun, his fear rising. He wasn't afraid of a lot of things but guns were another story. Sure he was afraid of being alone, of watching his loved ones die but who wasn't. Guns though, guns terrified him. His death played though his head over and over again, the fear he felt that day returning and growing stronger with ever second that gun was aimed in their direction.

2/14/2010 . Edited 2/14/2010 #12

Eliza swallowed. "Angie Filner. Your wife. She asked you to keep something here and we need it." Eliza spoke, staring at his eyes rather than the gun. Hank tensed, turning the gun on Eliza. "How did you know her?" Eliza gave the man a sympathetic look, her concern about the gun fading. "I didn't. My grandmother did, Mary Turner. Mary predicted someone would come along many years after Angie passed. Mary left something here. Please, help us." Hank paled at Eliza's words, lowering his gun. He set it down, walking over to Logan and Eliza. "I don't trust you," he grumbled to Eliza as he helped her lift Logan. "I know," she whispered.

2/14/2010 #13

Shep gasped, clinging to her wrist. She felt like someone was biting into her flesh. Asher filled her mind and she groaned. "Fuck you, Asher." She growled, holding her wrist to her chest. Because she wasn't able to willingly give her blood, there was no pleasure in the bite. Only pain.

2/14/2010 #14
R. Lauden

"Relax, he's not going to shoot us." Logan assured Reese, trying to believe the words himself. Sure enough, the old man turned the gun on Eliza. It was better than having the barell pointed in his face, but having it pointed at the young-woman was not much better. He somewhat heard Eliza, though her voice was faraway and her words mumbled. "What is going on?" He asked when they lifted him to his feet. A sharp pang detonated from his get, spreading to every limb. He growled in agony, forcing his legs to move one in front of the other.

2/14/2010 #15
Katelyn Renee

The gun turned away from them but his fear didn't die down, not one bit and when the gun moved to Eliza another fear set it. His fear of watching his loved ones die. "Don't let him shoot her." He growled out to Logan, watching the shotgun above them, though he knew Logan couldn't do much in this state.

Reese struggled to understand what Eliza was talking about but was relieved when the man lowered the shotgun. He felt Logan's pain when the helped him up and bit back a yell. Once upright, Reese spotted Shep and would have frowned. "Shep? What's wrong with her? Ask her what's wrong, Logan." He ordered, his voice sounding slightly panicked.

2/14/2010 . Edited 2/14/2010 #16

Hank grunted, going up the steps. Eliza looked up at Logan, her eyes worried. "I'll explain later. Right now I'm going to fix you up." Hank opened the door and helped Logan into the house. It was small and cluttered, the light dim. Hank and Eliza lowered Logan to a small couch. Eliza looked expectantly at Hank. "In the kitchen," he told her. "Top shelf of the pantry." Eliza looked down at Logan. "I'll be right back." She went to the kitchen and rummaged through the pantry until she found the box. Standing on the tips of her toes she wrapped her hands around the cardboard. Eliza set the dust covered box on the counter. When she opened it she pulled out a stack of papers and set them aside. A smile broke out across her face when she felt the leather of the bag under her fingertips. Setting the bag on the counter, Eliza turned on the stove and put a pot over the fire. Eliza unfolded the papers, searching for the right one. When she came across it she grabbed a sharp steak knife. Carefully, Eliza sliced the blade against her palm. Her hand hovered over the pot, the blood dripping into it.

2/14/2010 #17
R. Lauden

"Ask who what's wrong?" Logan grumbled outloud rather than internally, biting his tongue a moment later. The silver poisoning had him all mixed up. He could feel a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. A tiny bead dripped down his temple. He reached up to wipe it away, running a hand through his hair. He suddenly remembed the bitch chopping it all off and grimaced.

When they lowered him onto the couch, his body sunk into the cushions. He stared at the ceiling, tracing the imperfections. He watched Eliza leave, a little disapointed by her absence. His gaze flickered to the old man and the shotgun.

2/14/2010 #18

Hank sat in his chair, angling it toward the couch. He stared at logan through his thick glasses, clutching his shotgun. In the kitchen Eliza clutched a paper towel in her bleeding hand. She grabbed a vile of black liquid, dumping the contents into the pot. Eliza followed the intructions on the paper, adding ingredients as needed and stirring it occasionaly. Once she had the potion mixed properly, she grabbed a medium sized vile from the small leather bag and emptied the contents from the pot to the glass container. Eliza returned to the living room with a wooden spoon and two viles of liquid. Kneeling by Logan's side she opened his mouth, placed the wooden spoon between his teeth, and lifted his bottom jaw until the sppon was clenched between his teeth. "Trust me, you're going to need it." Eliza held her breat and positioned the vile over the wound of his abdomen. The thick liquid poured into the wound, searing Logan's skin as it worked to heal him.

2/14/2010 #19
R. Lauden

Logan glared at the woman when she stuck the wooden spoon in his mouth. But, as she began to pour the horrible black liquid into his wounds, he was suddenly grateful. He clenched his fists at his side, pushing his worn sneakers against the opposite side of the small couch and writhing. He wanted to swear, curse, scream at the top of his lungs. The pain was like nothing he had ever experienced, similar to being burned alive or tortured with a belt sander.

He bit down on the wooden spoon, feeling the splinters prick his tongue. When he swallowed, they scraped the inside of his throat. Throwing back his head, he shut his sapphire eyes tight. Unbidden tears collected on his thick lashes, streaming from his eyes. He could feel his world collapsing, threatening to bring him under a black fog of unconsciousness. He just hoped Reese would be capable of picking back up the pieces.

2/14/2010 #20

Seeing his tears caused her heart to clench. She hated to be the one to do it, but he had to survive. Eliza's hand caressed his cheek. She leaned close to him, running her fingers over his hair. "I know it hurts, but you have to hold on. Just a little longer and it will all be over," she whispered softly. Eliza poured the remaining liquid over his hip and shoulder wound. When she was finished Eliza pried open his mouth, tossing the spoon aside. She took the other vile filled with a green liquid and poured it in his mouth. "This will smooth over the pain."

2/15/2010 #21
R. Lauden

[[Gah. This is why I hate college. SOOOo.... exhausted. Yet... five hours later I am awake and working on my paper... sort of.]]

Her fingers sent a warm tingle through his cheek, catching him slightly off-guard. He stared at her wide-eyed for a brief moment, experiencing a sudden gap in the almost paralyzing agony. Then, as her touch retreated from his skin, it all came flooding back. He stomped his foot against the opposite arm-rest, hearing the couch protest with a crack. His hands sprouted claws at his sides, tearing into the upholstery. His teeth extended into points, nearly cracking the spoon in his maw. His sapphire eyes suddenly dilated to dawn an almost otherworldly quality.

When she tossed the spoon away, he gasped for air. He filled his lungs with deep breaths, trying to quench the uncomfortable fire surging through his veins. It collected in his chest, spreading and seeping through his entire body. Every breath was becoming a chore, coming short and fast. He felt lightheaded, his system robbed of oxygen.

As she poured the green liquid poured into his mouth, he nearly choked. He was thrown into a coughing fit. The agony was barely muted, but a cooling snesation was spreading over him. His yellow eyes shifted to her, locking on her dainty hand as it clutched the vial. He seized her fingers in his with a quick movement, gently as not to hurt her with his dangerous claws. He was searching for that relief, the relief that came with the touch of her hand against his cheek. It came then, with less intensity as before. Still, it was preferable over the writhing ache.

2/15/2010 #22

Hank watched with horror filled eyes as the man phased into his anthro form, afraid that he would try to hurt the young woman. He gripped his shotgun, growing tense as time passed.

Eliza gasped, bending over in pain. She could feel everything from his touch. The sorrow, the agony of the poison, every pain he was experiencing. She panted for a breath, clutching her stomach. Tears flowed freely down her face. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. She hadn't meant to, but when Logan grabbed her hand she had accidentally exchanged their energy, if only for a moment. Closing her eyes and biting back a scream she tried to level out the pain. "Logan." Her voice cracked as another wave of pain fled through her bones, her scream slicing through the air.

2/15/2010 #23
R. Lauden

Logan was startled by her scream. He pulled away suddenly, feeling the painful edge creeping up on him again. He gritted his teeth, though the discomfort had become somewhat manageable. He found it easier to breath, the cooling sensation of the green potion numbing his physical pain. But only slightly. His body still ached, the wounds on his abdomen still burned. "Eliza, sorry." Were the only words he could spit out. He head lolled to the side. His was lost for a little while.

2/15/2010 . Edited 2/15/2010 #24

Eliza collapsed against the side of the couch, taking cautious breaths. "It's my fault. Just rest." Eliza looked up at Hank and narrowed her eyes. "For God's sake, Hank, put that gun down." Eliza wiped a bead of sweat from her temple, glancing at Logan. She knew it was him instead of Reese. Not only by his aura, but the pain. There was something there, something that was causing him to fill with rage and sadness at the same time. It was as if Logan had lost someone close to him, someone he cared for deeply. Thinking about it made Eliza's heart hurt. She genuinely cared about him, even if they were strangers. She had felt his pain, been in his shoes. It had only been for a few seconds, but that was enough.

Hank put the gun down, glancing between the witch and the werewolf.

2/15/2010 #25
Katelyn Renee

"What...the fuck...was that?" Reese gasped out once the pain sizzled down a little, he had started to drift off again but now he was wide awake. "Logan?" He questioned, feeling the man's conscious begin to fade away. "Dude, stay awake. LOGAN!" Reese shouted in Logan's head, trying to keep him conscious. Reese hadn't even noticed they were in Logan's anthro form, he didn't even know Logan was able to turn half and half like he was.

2/15/2010 #26
R. Lauden

Logan heard the thought slice through his conscience. He winced, his sapphire eyes cracking open slightly. The cabin was a blur, the rustic features all blending together in a fog. He lifted his head, trying to focus on Eliza. The light of the lantern cast an almost heavenly glow over her features and he stared at her for a long moment, smirking slightly.

All of the sudden, his body shuddered. His claws retracted and his sharp teeth dulled. Even after his body shifted back to human state, his eyes still contained a trace of moonlight around his sappire irises.

2/15/2010 #27

Eliza blinked up at Logan, noticing that he had returned to his human self. "How are you doing? Can I get you anything? A glass of water, maybe?" She stood up from the floor, looking over his body. He was healing faster now.

2/15/2010 #28
R. Lauden

Logan shifted his attention to the old man seated nearby. Not only did he smell funny, but he made Logan a bit uncomfortable. "Beer?" He glanced at Eliza, unaware that his eyes were suspended in a eerie state. "Something to wash down that god-awful potion." He grimaced. His chest continued to rise and fall with awkward breaths. He skimmed his fingers across the still sensative scars. Even after his body healed, he expected to live with the reminders for a long while.

2/15/2010 #29
Katelyn Renee

Reese snorted slightly, "Dude, you're going to get us drunk aren't you?" He laughed out, though the situation was really funny. "I'm warning you now, Logan, I'm a happy drunk. And I tend to talk a lot, well, talk more then usual about nothing." He would have smirked if he could. Reese felt Logan run his fingers over the scars and chuckled. "Don't worry about them. Chicks did scars, well, most chicks do. I'm sure Eliza does." Reese stated, noticing the way Logan kept stealing looks at her.

2/15/2010 #30
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