Neckbeard Vampire: Nightbeard Rising
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The bridge was neutral territory and stood about 200 feet above the river that divided the county line. The water level was low this time of year, exposing a bank made of rocks, crumbled concrete, old tires, and any other junk that ended up in the murky waters throughout the rest of the year.
Along the brick wall of the bridge on one side, stood four cloaked and hooded figures, standing guard. Tails peaked out the back from under the skirt of the robes. In the shade of the bridge, hidden from sight of most onlookers sat a single cloaked figure.
The guards readied their weapons as a car pulled up. Out stepped four individuals—a sizeable man standing over 6 feet high with bulging arms and a Warhammer slung over his back. Some of the furries recognized him as the Blacksmith. A short, fat kid with tousled hair and a fire in his eyes whom they had not seen before—looking like a small dwarf in comparison to the blacksmith. Another man of average size with a shield on his back and two short swords hanging from his belt on either side, and another short, skinny-fat man with a neckbeard and a Fedora. The hilt of a katana was visible behind his shoulder, jutting up from his back.
The solitary unhooded figure, whom the others were there to guard, motioned for two of them to take a seat. The Blacksmith and the boy stood guard.