Who: Gabriel Van Helsing, Kimberly Corman
What: Arriving
When: Morning of day 29
Where: The forest just outside the church
Rating: I'll say low, just getting started
Status: Active


The last place Gabriel had recalled was the cabin aboard the ship that was carrying them across the Adriatic; for him all roads still lead to Rome, it seemed. His past remained a mystery, yet now he found a certain peace in letting it rest. He knew enough now (if he had been told the truth) to keep him going.

It was with this peace that he traveled with Carl to return to the Cardinal and whatever assignment would be his next. There was always something that needed to be vanquished, and the night would hopefully bring better dreams for once.

It did not. The familiar paths of his nightmares remained, but when he awoke he found himself not aboard a ship, but lying on a forest floor, his hat covering his face as it had when he had laid down to sleep. Sitting up he realized that his weapons seemed to be missing- the comfort of their weight was gone; a quick check confirmed it. It was not a reassuring feeling, and a visual search revealed no footprints, nothing that could indicate the direction the thieves may have gone. After all, he had his weapons when he went to sleep, what happened since must have been the work of others.

Gabriel pursed his lips as he moved to stand, pausing to note the strange box beside him; it was created with a material he did not recognize, and within it were items that seemed so strange- they made no real sense to him, save for the bottle t hat seemed to be water and perhaps the book with the pen. Both of those he stowed in his pocket, and while he considered throwing the rest aside, he did not. It was there for a reason, he simply needed to divine the purpose.

Without another word he began to explore, to search for a way out. A path, a river, anything that would show a way out of the dark woods- animal trails would be perfect as the path did get thick from time to time. Instead he simply noticed that it seemed exceptionally quiet.

When the woods thinned he spotted a structure; an old, crooked building that further inspection revealed to be a church. It appeared abandoned, yet there was certainly an irony in finding a lone church here; there was a strange comfort about it as well. Quietly he approached the dilapidated building and moved to open the door if he could; if there were people here he needed to know their nature before he simply entered and announced himself.