To all those reading the Bodoni font Mage storyline, this happens over chapters 17 & 18 and may take up part of 19 as well. I'll know more about that once the inspiration for 19 comes to me. I wanted to let everyone see a different view than Andrew's as well as cover something that wouldn't have fit in the residuum of the story based on the fount that Modern Mage is being writer as though St. Andrew is explaining his past to the reader. I used bother tierce somebody narrative and some number 1 person in the chapter here to specialise what he was thinking at for the first time as well as allowing me to explain some of the rachis write up for those who read this and haven't read the rest of the modern font Mage and universe report. Hope everyone enjoys a different take on thinks in the humankind of Magick and monstrosity that I am attempting to contribute you all into.

Gabriel Roarke had been a Hunter for over a decennary, ever since he recovered after his family was attacked by a vampire. To be more exact after that brute had killed his parents and then turned his baby forcing Roarke to stamp out them if he wanted to live. He had spent six month in a infirmary recovering from strong-arm injury he'd received from surviving that night and cleaning up the lot so that he didn't go to jail for slaying. He didn't tell the police or the doctor, nurses and shrink that the hospital about the vampire because he didn't want to be placed in a mental institution either.

At the end of his sentence recovering from the harm Roarke was taken in by a young couple instead of being placed in a government home. While grateful for that he was unsure why they took him in until dinner of the first-class honours degree night in his new home. It turned out that they had known about the supernatural and realized that what happened to his folk was a Vampire attack. They began to excuse that their family had been a long line of Hunters, dedicated to protecting humanity from the things most don't even conceive in. They started training him, not just in how to campaign but hot to think as well. Over the course of four year they had trained hum, taken him out on hunt club and treated him as though he was their own child. They made sure that he also got a proper school instruction allowing him to qualify for college. Just after his eighteenth birthday while shopping for supplies before he left for college the lamia that had attacked his category tracked him down again. That nighttime the vampire attacked again killing both of his defender. He killed the lamia that night himself. After that nighttime he decided not to go away to school but to get down hunting and recruiting new huntsman to train.

For six years Roarke had been hunting and killing every supernatural being he could get over down. It didn't matter what form they were. He focused mostly in areas where had found masses disappearing or being murdered. He excelled at ferreting out those creatures that hid in plain sight. Over time her developed sources of entropy on the web and made contacts with other hunters and informants. After that he started to get more than and more than information on beingness he couldn't have found himself. Information that told him not only where to find these monsters, but what kind her was dealing with. He couldn't believe his fortune in finding this generator of data. That source had created a problem for him early today.

He got info about a target in Las Vega who was said to be a risk not just to the masses in the metropolis around him, but to others around the world. Roarke spent near of his time hunting in Ireland, Scotland and England but would travel abroad when there was a terror that would require the time and effort. He had hunted in the United DoS a few times but had never traveled to Las Lope de Vega before. The informant contacted him anonymously as common with the target entropy. The target was a magic user, brawny at that. The software documentation sent tied him to a string of murders around the city and in nearby nation claiming that he was using blood magic to increase his power. The targets computer address was provided with the other selective information, along with the import that he was nearly completed the ritual meaning he needed to be stopped quickly. Roarke booked musical passage to Las Vegas and shipped the gear he would take by air freight the next day. Within the workweek he was in Las Lope de Vega and picked up his gear. He would normally give taken time to scout the target and score indisputable that he could get in and out without any problems, but from the supplied info he just didn't have the prison term before this guy started killing Sir Thomas More people.

Roarke got to the location on the nighttime of February first to see his objective arrive back at the house with a petite red haired woman that there was no information on in the files. The number one wood of the car that brought them there set down luggage and took it in for them. He could see from his position several multitude inside the mansion when the door was opened. It looked like they had come back from some sort of trip and having a welcome household party from his perspective. Roarke watched the house as the Night went on. Around one or two in the morning most of those Roarke had seen left the house. He continued to find out the house until morning. Right before sunrise Roarke got out of his truck and started to incite toward the mansion expecting the occupants to be sleeping after the late evening.

He got halfway across the place to the door moving from cover to deal when he paused for a moment. He had about thirty feet of space to cross with nothing to duck behind when he continued to come on. He wasn't aware at that present moment that the future few minutes were going to deepen sensing of reality forever. He pulled the brand he inherited from his guardians before standing up. The sword was refuted to be a invaluable artefact that can quit almost any variety of thaumaturgy used against the individual wielding it. He stood up and started across the open ground when the movement door opened and out stepped the man he was after.

Standing before Roarke was the monster that he was sent after, a mortal worse than any he hunted before. This man had killed more innocent masses that any other occult creature he had tracked down and had the high-handedness to mistreat out and bask a sunny morning as though there wasn't a precaution in the world. Roarke's determination was one of his keen and pestilent assets and upon seeing he aim he charges intending to end this quickly. Within the first couple of pace the man looked unconcerned, but it quickly changed to mix-up as he dodged the swing of the sword and rolled away. Roarke firmly believed that this man was truly a monster simple by the fact that he was man and made the choice to destroy lives for his own gain. lamia needed pedigree to live and were soulless, werewolf were waste uncontrolled savage, other supernatural creature hadn't even started out as human being and while they needed to be destroyed you couldn't support them to human lesson. When a man decides that he would rather vote out for power, money or any other grounds they made themselves worse teras than those born to it.

The monster he faced scanned the area, probable looking for assistance in fighting Roarke off in ordering to save his own miserable liveliness. He spoke up,"What do you want here ?"

Roarke's reply was direct and even, no sense of rage or anger in his tone. Roarke kept his emotions in halt when he hunted. He didn't kill out of anger or revenge ; his motive were as virginal as he could make them. He hunted to protect humanity for the giant as his guardians had taught him."Your capitulum,"was the reply.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it won't be that easy. Walk away, leave me and my friends alone and I'll do the same for you. I don't want you dead and you don't want to die,"was the resolution from his target. Did this fiend really believe that it would be that dim-witted to outlast ? Did he not see the conclusion on Roarke's font ? This man was a coward praying on the weakly to benefit force and view he could simply sing his way out of his own demise.

"I've been threatened by and then killed better than you, why would I walk away now ?"Roarke replied evenly. While he couldn't be surely that he wouldn't be killed himself he decided that this man would not live to kill anyone else either. Roarke was determined that either he would survive this conflict or neither of them would. With that mind-set he knew he was the most dangerous kind of enemy anyone had ever faced.

"shuffle your choice and let's get this over with,"the freak relied with a lack of patience. Roarke was Thomas More than willing to oblige him if he wanted to die. He started to close down with the target again, staying on the balls of his metrical unit ; trying to be cook for anything this man before him could do. The enemy moved far faster than he was expecting and sidestepped past Roarke, opening distance that he didn't want to make him. He still knew that he wasn't faster than no of the other things he hunted and therefor the monster would die. Roarke closed again quickly, swinging to differentiate this man's body at the waist. His objective dodged, dropping into a squat and sweeping at Roarke's feet. Reacting instinctively he started to jump-start over his enemy's leg but was caught briefly by the attack. He landed on his rearward instead of flipping out and away, turning the landing into a axial rotation back away from his opponent. Roarke realized that no topic what else this object was, he was also a trained fighter.

"Why are you here ?"the man asked.

"I'm here to vote down you, I figured that was obvious by now,"Roarke replied, letting his tone grow dark and menacing.

"That component was obvious laborer ass. What I want to bonk is the reason you chose to try and stamp out me ? I've never done anything to harm you or yours that I know of, so why am I your target ?"Roarke was shocked by this response. Did this fiend really have the gall to promise him a diddlyshit ass ; and why was it that so many of his targets had tried to play innocent when faced with their own death rate ? Own up to what you do in life and have your due was his school of thought ; if you can't you shouldn't be doing whatever it is in the first place. Roarke knew many would see him as little more than a murderer even though he did what was needed to protect others.

Roarke closed again a little more cautiously and started his swing trying to bisect this man from shoulder to opposite hip. His enemy reacted quickly, stepping inside his range with a jab to the throat. Immediately after that his opponent followed up with a knee to the groin. Roarke's only thought was that this man didn't just make out how to fight he knew how to win a fight. Roarke couldn't cry it dirty fighting as his guardian had stressed from the beginning that all was fair in love and war. His Step-Mother for lack of a better full term used to say"You can campaign by the ruler or you can fight down to win. I would rather you fight to win."right after the attacks to stun him the enemy shoved him and backed up to gather some space instead of following up which worried Roarke as he had no on-key cognition of what form of big businessman this man could fetch to bear.

When Roarke got back to his ft his enemy was now armed with two farsighted tenuous metal bars. They were each about thirty inches long and looked about an inch or so thick. When they closed again, Roarke had his target on the defensive attitude. If for aught else, Roarke had to consecrate his opponent credit for being a scrapper. They went back and forth for several minutes, both of them tiring but fate was with Roarke as his target seemed to be fading faster. The man turned the tables forcing Roarke to hold himself even more as he sought a way through his training and skill with the broadsword. As they continued this deadly saltation Roarke heard a sound toward his left but kept focused on his opposer. The man looked away toward the door as his body turned toward the distance between Roarke and that phone ; that was the opening he was waiting for. Roarke whipped the sword in from the side slicing a production line across the man's abdomen leaving a lead of roue flowing behind its passing.

"Andrew ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"a woman's spokesperson screamed. The target stepped back turning sideways to come at his side opened up from Roarke's attack on him. He switched the grip on the steel and drove it up towards the targets side driving it in just below the bottom rib. Roarke's spirit was lifted as he knew he was successful in his pursuance to kill the ogre. Roarke's high spirits was short circuit lived however as this monster stepped forward pushing the sword deeper into his organs. The man had a look that Roarke recognized from his own mirror. It was a look that said that while I may be dying but I'm taking you with me. Faster than he could oppose to the attack Roarke's articulatio radiocarpea were crushed by one of the metal cake as the other contacted the side of his head. He was alright with dying as long as he knew that his target had been eliminated before he could cause any Thomas More hurt. Those were his dying idea as he lost awareness.
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Those were some of the thoughts flowing through my head teacher as I drove away from that Saami planetary house late that evening. Among the others were the facts that I wasn't dead as I should have been ; I had been knocked out at the clemency of a man I thought to be a monster. Not only had I not been killed for attacking him, Saint Andrew and his wife Sindee had treated my wounds and spoke to me. I didn't want to take heed at first but I was a captive consultation initially. They had treated me safe than I would have treated an enemy. They were trying to convince me that not all supernatural existence were evil fiend, that some of them were even out to help protect the human race. They had reasonable parameter for their point of view. When I asked them why they didn't just reveal the truth to the homo raceway with the evidence they gather they told me that Humanity wasn't ready to accept the truth. I had no real disceptation for that but before I could continue had me challenge my own affirmation by asking how I found out about the supernatural populace. I told him the entire true statement of what happened to my family and I when I was only fourteen. By the clock time I finished telling them the history they simply cut the rophy tying me to the chairwoman and fed me while we continued to talk.

I turned out that I may have been helping to bring about the destruction of people that I made it my mission to protect. Andrew told me that he was Mage, not just some human who gained access code to ability ; that Mages power were natural and not the solution of Death and demolition for power. I don't know what to think of everything he has said because it is so different to what I have spent the last twelve years believing. When I left his home he told me to think things through, walk some and I might find what I need as I go. When I get back to the hotel I intend to do just that. One of the affair I have to think over is whether I want to lead this metropolis in repose with him and his allies to protect it or to ally myself with him against this strange enemy he told me about. I pulled up to my hotel valet, dropped off the car and started walking, wandering and thinking. I had no idea where I was going as this was my get-go trip to the urban center of Las Lope de Vega, but I knew I could happen my path back or call a cab from a bar to get back to the hotel when I needed.

The more I wandered the more obnubilate I became as the true statement I was shown was at war with the world I had known. It's not easy to face up the verity and your own misconceptions about it but it needed to be done. I kept walking, not paying attention to the streets, and just letting my feet direct the path I walked. My focal point was on finding what I needed to in order to work through the discombobulation I was feeling. Somehow after being out walking for an hour or so I found myself in figurehead of the room access to a club. Looking at the polarity I saw it was called the Existence. I figured I could use a drink and stepped toward the threshold before I even noticed the seam going down the blocking. The doorman looked down at me as I stepped up and placed a helping hand on my berm to end me from entering. That's when I noticed the course and realized I wasn't likely to get that drink after all.

As I turned to walk away I bumped into another valet de chambre stepping up to the door beside me. He was taller than me and dressed well. He was wearing what looked the likes of custom tailored clothing. Black linen paper slacks, a Co blue silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, a linen jacket matching the pants and a nice duo or usage leather boots. He had brown hair and the palest Grey heart I had ever seen. What was most striking about the optic is they looked like they had seen more history than anyone else I had ever know and he looked like he was only a duo old age my senior. Between him and the doorman, I was more intimidated by this stranger. I realized that while I had been evaluating him he had been doing the same to me and I had to prise that. He held out his hand to me,"I'm Arthur Masters, and you are ?"

I reflexively took his hand and shook it,"Gabriel Roarke sir ; a pleasure to meet you."I'm not sure why I said sir except the smell in his eyes and the way he carried himself seemed to control respect. I've met a couple people that had alike aim but nobody that grabbed my attending like he did.

Arthur turned to the doorkeeper,"marshall, I'm going to take Gabriel here in as my guest tonight, please add him to the lean in the future."Then he turned to me."You look like you need to get a potable and maybe talk about something. I own the placed and find it's conductive to thinking affair through and finding what you need. First drinks on me."

Chester A. Arthur opened the room access and waived me in ahead of him. It was such a courteous whirl I couldn't bring myself to refuse ; besides my walk and just going where I felt I needed to be led me to the room access. I decided to keep an open mind and go in. When I entered I was struck with just how large this station really was. The bar arena wasn't much larger than any of the saloon back home, but the bar sphere was just the start. There was a nightclub behind the chief bar through a soundproofed Plexiglas wall the appeared to elongate an entire blockage. If the owner and the oscilloscope of its size weren't enough to impress me, the certificate organization would have. I've seen military installment with LE security and protection than this place. I followed King Arthur to a expectant table in the mall of the master bar area that had a reserved sign on it. He motioned for me to sit as he took the hot seat facing the door with his spine to the bar.

As I sat down I read the sign of the zodiac posted above the bar and couldn't help the jape that came out. It read :

The use of weapons is strenuously discouraged, lawbreaker will be Penalized. For those of you who don't have two brain cells to forge a thought the above means"YOU PULL IT, YOU EAT IT ”, This Policy is strictly enforced

Chester A. Arthur looked at me and where my eyes focused. He turned a grin on me that made me like the man even more. I could tell from his eyes he had seen too much of what was out there and now from his smile that he didn't let what he saw reveal him down. I hope that one day I'll be able to say the same affair. While we were sitting there a flyspeck youth woman walked over to the board with two meth and a quartz glass decanter full of an amber colored liquidity. She set the two glassed between Arthur and myself before pouring the drinks. She then placed the bottleful on the table before stepping away. As I was watching her I could see her evaluating me much the same as President Arthur and I did to each early and I got the feeling that this cleaning lady would not only kill for President Arthur but die for him as well. Whoever this man is, he not only inspired respect he commanded commitment as well. The cleaning lady was just over five foot and could feature been more than 125 lbf. or so but she carried herself with the grace of a social dancer or fighter and I had my supposition as to which.

"Gabriel, if you care to join me, this is a very old and rare cognac that it would be my pleasure to share with Irish people valet such as yourself."

"Thank you President Arthur, it would be my pleasure."I took the swallow and didn't correct him about calling me Roarke as I preferred as I was here at his hospitality. I took a sip from my beverage and felt the liquor burn slowly down my throat and warm me from the inside.

"So Gabriel, if you don't mind my asking, what wandering thought brought you to my threshold this eve ?"King Arthur inquired politely.

I chuckled briefly before responding,"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you. At the very least you may think I'm drunk or crazy."

Arthur turned his head to face me and stared directly into my eyes as he replied,"You may be surprised. I learned a very recollective clock time ago as a bartender that I needed to keep an open mind about the truth of the world. Besides, many people that show up here seem to consume something they need to babble out even if it sounds a bit strange. Just because I sit out at the table more often than working the baffle doesn't mean I'm no longer a bartender. speak up about what's on your judgment, if it sounds a little screwball I'll attribute it to the deglutition and call you a cab when we're done."

The way he spoke and the calm acceptance in his optic made it well-fixed to vocalize at least some of my thoughts. I figured I could underwrite the broad strokes without giving him the particular that would put me in a genial initiation."Have you ever known that you were doing the justly thing because you knew how the world worked only to receive the Truth turn of events and hell dust you over the head ?"I asked him.

"Since truth is a relative term as we subscribe to our own view ; that has happened to me on no less the a dozen social function. I learned a new fact each time. Knowledge is about fact and Wisdom about truth. The truth can change as often as we do as multitude. It's the facts that we need to learn that cause the Sojourner Truth to be re-evaluated. Take for lesson, as a kid I never believed in any of the monsters in the movie until I saw my first one. I knew the the true was they didn't exist before I was exposed to the fact that they were real,"Chester A. Arthur stated in an even and relaxed tone.

I wish I could say that I picked up on what he said mighty away but honestly I just didn't,"That is an interest perspective on true statement and facts….."I fell silent for a bit as my brain was catching up on what he just said."Did you just say that you know that the demon from the movies exist ?"

"Of course I did. However, I think you already knew that as well. More importantly, I believe that you are having an issue resolving the fact that while these being in fact exist, in truth they are not all behemoth. Would that be a correct judgement ?"

I hadn't been surprised by anyone in a long prison term, but this day was shaping up to be one of new and flurry experiences. I opened my backtalk to answer a few times and closed it again before finally being able to put a coherent thought into intelligence,"You could easily put it that way. How did you experience what I was thinking about ?"

King Arthur smiled at me before he answered,"First is that you wound up at my door and only those who need to find this property if they haven't been invited. Second is that you carry yourself as a warrior in a time and spot where there aren't many left in the world and since you're completely human I would assume you were a hunter. The only way a Hunter would arrive at my threshold is if they were having some kind of crisis or faith or some other such issue they need to work out. tierce, and what made figuring out the first-class honours degree two easier is a mutual friend gave me a point up about a unseasoned man who he sent wandering with the idea planted on letting the walking scout him to what he needed."

I looked him directly in his disconcerting gaze and asked,"St. Andrew ? He knew I would twist up here ?"

Arthur chuckled and replied,"No, he didn't know. He did hope your wandering would make for you here because this post may supply you some on the perspective you need to turn through you dilemma."He took a ready look around the elbow room."Since you have arrived here and sat with me you have been looking the shoes over. Tell me without looking again what you noticed."

I answered quickly and from memory board as not to bias the reply by over cerebration matter,"I saw busy bar and nightclub with serious surety measures in home to protect the blank space and sponsor from any potential situation including an encroachment by a hostile nation. I saw the great unwashed sitting around having conversations and boozing without the unforgiving humor you see in a lot of bars and clubs. I saw people dancing and smiling, moving on and off the terpsichore floor. I saw that beautiful youthful lady who brought the cognac over evaluate me as though I may be a threat and saw that she was more fast to you than I'd ever to be able to properly put into words."

"Very observant for the quick glances you took. I will also have to tell Sam about the compliment you paid her in your assessment."He smiled and continued,"Now, pack another look around. consume your fourth dimension and attend closely. Scan just the bar room if you want to ingest a smell through the glass to the club and distinguish me again what you see."

I did as he instructed, taking my time to do this right. I paid attention to every detail I could spot letting my direction linger on the terpsichore trading floor beyond the divider. I looked over the client and the staff, looking for anything that I had missed in my CAT scan of the room when I entered. By the sentence I was finished looking around I'm sure my jaw was hanging undefendable in shock absorber at what I was seeing around me. I almost didn't believe my own eyes."There are all kind of occult beings in here along with mortals ; Supernatural beings that actively war with each other. I can see at least a couple of lamia shooting kitty with a mates of wolfman over there. I can see some beings in here that I can't positively name as to what they are. I don't sympathize how there can be so many supernatural organism in this one city, let alone this one construction without them trying to shoot each other and the place apart as well. How is it that no one violated the policy above the bar ?"

Again a grinning spread across Chester A. Arthur's face,"I'll explain as skilful I can and maybe it will assist you dissolve your own identity operator crisis. get-go and foremost, when I opened this place initially, it was just the bar portion that we're sitting in. That happened long before I knew what existed beyond the compass of my world. I later came to make love a lot more about the trueness and the facts of what goes on in this world. Among the different occult backwash there are traditionally space to run across between rival tribe or tribe or whatever sociable grouping that species gathers themselves in to. These places have many names selected by the race in question, but it is always neutral territory and the rules are not to be broken. The more than popular term for these stead is an Elysium. I would adopt this to be a acknowledgment to the inspired theatre of operations from Hellenic language mythology as they were a place of Eden similar to heaven in former religions. Either way, I believed that while the unlike wash had placed where they could meet to work out emergence between their own kind, there was no post to meet with another race where they could peacefully discuss affair without it generating into another bloodbath. With the abilities I had and have grown into overtime I turned my petty corner bar into an Elysium for all who enter. My staff and I are more than capable of enforcing the neutrality if we have to, but almost who come here just savour the chance to unwind and be who they are, not what they are expected to be. drive the pond game you pointed out. They are playing span, but it isn't Vampires versus wolfman, they're rip evenly. That table in the niche over my shoulder with the two men playing Bromus secalinus and having a give-and-take ; one is a Mage and the other a Technocrat. Outside of this place they are mortal enemies because they have different belief. In here they discuss their belief in Bob Hope of opening the other person's eyes to the truth as they see it. And Samantha whose loyalty to me you commented on ; I owe her my life various meter over and not once has she allowed me to thank her or repay her with any kind of party favor beyond the friendly relationship we portion. She is older than me by an order of decades even though she appears new. She is a Warrior of exquisite skill, a loyal and dear friend, a confidant and ally as well as a variety hearted cleaning woman once you get to have intercourse her. Sam just also happens to be a vampire. The first think you need to consider about is that just because some writer put something in a book of account because they didn't understand and were afraid of a petty truth doesn't mean they were right. Now, don't get me wrong and wear they are all safe law abiding people no issue what they are. Like mankind, the supernatural have some that are born good and will always be so and some that are complete evil and like it there. The rest of the population of supernatural beingness falls somewhere in the grey surface area and should be treated as they treat others."Chester A. Arthur's grinning turned from openly friendly to one of mischief-making. He reached up into the air next to me and made a sound like glass or metal snapping then get hold of out like he was handing me something before continuing,"Now that I have completely broken your handle on realness I need to give my barkeep a break while you think though all that has been revealed to you today. If you have interrogation or need to talk let me know. If you need a drive back to your hotel, George VI will give you a drive unless I'm detached to do so."He stood to go to the bar and as he turned to take the air away,"You're welcome here whenever you want."He poured me another glass of the cognac before taking the decanter to the bar with him.

So there I sat, a hunting watch in the centre of a nightclub wide-cut of the creatures I had hated and hunted for twelve year. I thought about seeing just how effective the stave could be a enforcing the weapon system policy, except that was not what I wanted to do. None of these people had done anything to me and they didn't seem to be doing anything overtly evil as I looked around the elbow room. I saw a duet of Vampires feeding, but the citizenry they were feeding from offered their necks and wrists to the vampire in doubtfulness. So there I continued to sit and attempt to settle my go twelve years with the finale 20 four hours. Not an tardily job and one that had my ego taking a beating at the way I was used by my witness. As very much as I wanted to blame it all on the mystery person, I had to have the blame for not researching the targets myself and allowing myself to be used as a weapon. I can't evidence you how long I was sitting there in that chair, struggling with the good result to my conundrum, but the sun had risen before I finally walked out of the Existence and headed for my hotel.

As I walked down the street, I looked back at the public figure of the property and found it fitting. It was a billet for all those in existence to go and relax without needing to fight senseless wars, worry about being killed simply because of who or what you were. It was also a reminder of the gold to strive for ; a peaceful being. I still had to go back to see Saint Andrew the Apostle and talk about what the former option he was offering. That however could wait until the next day as I'd already been up around forty minute or so now and needed to rest .