Rise of the undead

[MDRud216]

Preface

 

Okay, this is the RPG thread, and before I start I have a few more expectations and guideline to get across to you guyz. The first thing we are going to do is an introduction phase that we can refer to as the expostion, I will establish the conflict and all the players will bring their characters into the setting, the exposition will have no special rules or anything else, but there will be no *player controlled war hint hint. So we do not start moving armies until I give the notification that the intro phase is over... don't think that I am making an extra step in this newbie's, because all good rpg's and novels as I am a writer have this stage, I am simply reminding you guys of this. Directions about where to start will come at the end of this thread which will be very long, remember I am setting it up for two seperate parties.

 

Concerning Armies

 

As you know the players are going to be warring against eachother, but there won't be battles every other day and most of them should last longer than that anyway, consider the battle in A New Power. Besides Player controlled/started battles there will be some (many) that I set up as a direct part of the storyline, keep in mind that I will be setting up challenges for both sides and there will be two intertwining storylines. Now, when you do start moving armies, your characters will divise battle strategies IC, then once your moving begins the players who wish to do so can travel with the army, but it is me who will be describing their path based on what you have devised together in game. I recomend looking at the map often, as that will be your only guide as to the path of whatever armies are moving. WAR WILL BE REALISTIC!!! if you have a huge army, so be it, this is a huge RPG, but you had better have the supplies to support it, for vampires this will mean slave drivers, prison carts whatever... and unlike in a new power your army can move 24 7 if it has been well fed, and to remain in good health a Vampire must feed at least 3 times a month.

 

The RPG

 

Mt. Tatu

 

For days now the northern islands of Mormura had been blinded by fierce ashstorms, carried up from the southern volcanoes by a strong wind. Night had just begun to creep over the eastern horizon, pushing the redening sun westward.

 

"There have been many battles recently," The Eldest stated, his voice echoed out of his throat, the years having great effect on it. "There has been a change, I can sence it," He looked around the elegantly carved ashen table at the last of the Eldest, the first of the Gaurdians. he sighed at the number. only six, he recalled the deaths of all the others, through centuries of warfare, they were all that was left. Each of the Gaurdians was dresses in a thick assortment of century old ceremonial black robes, the hoods drawn up, concealing their faces.

"My lord," one spoke, looking down, as was proper in the presence of their leader, "What of Faortinber? We have reason to believe that the city is under threat of attack,"

The leader looked up, his stare piercing the Gaurdian who had spoken, all of them continued their downward stare. "They have an army of two thousand men, nothing we can offer them will help,"

"My lord," the Gaurdian boldly protested, "It is our duty to protect the humans-"

"NO! The leader stood now, "Our duty is to rid the land of the agents of Felfalas! If this had been earlier times, I would have surely marched out proudly to war and met the Vampires as they surged foreward by the thousands, but it is not... and our men must be conserved, we are few Kelar, in comparison to the Vampire army, we must wait until the time is right." With those words the council ended, and the seven exited the sacred room and emerged into the great hall, where hundreds of Gaurdians wiated in silence for their words.

"We take no action this night," the Eldest said, before taking his seat upon the grnad throne at the head of the hall.

 

 

Xiton, City of Vampires

 

Night had set in some time ago, leaving the city emptied, soon the screams of local mortals would be heard as the hunters returned from their expeditions and the feeding began. Xiton is located a few hundred miles south of the great desert on the main island of Mormura. The hours went on, still only silence. The cavern was a great circle, some 400 feet in diameter with varios seating and blood splattered tables with fresh leather strips for tying down this nights ceremonial meal. many tunnels led off from the circular room, they went in all directions, and dotted the walls and cielings as they were accesibal to vampires anywhere. Each one went to a personnal space in the city, where the inhabbitant called home and kept his weapons armor and all other belongings which meant something to it.

Another hour, still silence... suddenly the sound of screams filled the room, mixed with the pounding of a thousands steps. From the main tunnel leading into the room a hoard of people suddenly ran into the room, spreading out and trying to hide, but all attempts were futial. men, women and children, it didn't matter... blood is blood. For a moment the mob grew silent as they wiated for an uncertain death, the only guesses that could be made were based upon the horrid devices that lay scattered throughout the room, the tables with their leather straps ready and the blood, splattered everywhere, on the walls, even the high ceiling which was some 70 feet above their head. Slowely they came, through the main tunnel and into the chamber, they spread out, and the humans cowered on the far ends of the room, huddled against the back wall where it gave way in many places to the dark passages behind. From them yet more of the creatures came, forcing the mortified grop into the center of the room... then from the higher passages, they emerged like insects crawling on the cieling, blood dripping from their mouths and claws. one by one they dropped into the crowd, it had begun. within minutes the lucky were dead, the others descovering the purpose of the tables and the straps which were now wrapped tightly around their wrists and ankles. the Vampires bent over thier screaming victims, whispering to them words of malice before they slowely sunk their teeth into thier necks.

 

Starting

 

okay, that was just wonderful wasn't it, I am tired and very frustrated with my writing right now, and am considering redoing it all because it is terrible, and I apoligize for the crued ability, It is not my best, and I just hate it!! ahhh! oh well, I am gonna have to live with it for a while, at least until I have something better prepared as I did not pre-wright this to hurry things along.

 

Anyway, Gaurdians, place your characer in Mt. Tatu (that is the spire on the map) and vamps you get to place yourself in the feeding. That is all you need to do for now so... until the plot starts to unfold just roleplay.

[Tinduriel]

Tiemuile woke up from his slumber to loud screams, he was sweaty and felt cold. That might be because some vivid dream, which he still occasionally had, something about his past that he couldn't remember anymore when he was awake. Or the strange feelings could have been due to his thirst for blood.

 

Tiemuile hadn't eaten for a week now. "Aah it is time I think, at least from the screams one could assume that they have brought the cattle in.", he thought with a smile on his face. Cattle that's what mere humans are to him now. Like animals are to humans, something to feed on, something that God(s) or nature has provided us with.

 

Tiemuile was almost at the end of the tunnel that led to the main hall. Now standing at the end of the tunnel he watched how his kin feasted on the innocent peasants, children and women didn't make a difference. But this sight only made Tiemuile more hungry, as he approached the sacrificial tables his eyes burning from the sensation that awaited him. Drinking fresh blood gave him such a great and sensational feeling that he couldn't ever have achieved as a human. Or could he, his memories of that long gone time are starting to fade, his mind could be just playing tricks on him and blocking the good memories of his time as a human.

 

He can just barely remember what it was like the first time he feasted in this hall. It seemed barbaric it still does, he despises his kin for their rudeness and barbaric behavior. Still as barbaric the whole dining seemed even the first time it had certain glamour to it, just reckless chaos it seemed to be. Sometimes he mused himself thinking about the power this "reckless chaos" had if it would be directed and controlled the right way. And who better to do that than Tiemuile the wisest of the vampires.

 

This was exactly what happened when he drank blood, he got new wild ideas, his body felt more powerful and refreshed than ever. Now he had almost drank the man on the board dry and decided to get some female blood. There was certain difference in flavor or he was imagining again. But he lusted for female blood and then he caught a sight of a young girl around 14, "Now that would taste bloody good." he thought, and smiled at his dark humor.

 

With a leap as quick as a lighting Tiemuile caught the girl and slammed her to the ground. The girl screamed for help she was horrified. Just before Tiemuile would have bitten his teeth to her neck, he was tackled to the ground. The attacker was a man of ordinary size probably the girls father, quickly and with force Tiemuile slashed with his claws, the mans belly was ripped open and blood began to flow from the wound. Now three or more vampires were dragging and ripping the attacker. Tiemuile slipped away from the commotion, the little girl was now alone. With two slashes he knocked the girl unconscious and began to drink her blood. After finishing his meal and after the adrenalin rush had gone, his human side took more control and seeing that the girl was still alive he put her out of her misery by twisting her neck thus breaking it.

 

He had have enough blood now, his head was completely clear he didn't have one single thought or feeling. He didn't know if this was some mechanism build naturally to vampires against feelings like pity, regret or guilt. All he knew was that he felt like nothing had happened, or more like he had just eaten a great meal.

[Dagger of Symachus]

Volrath had been sharpening his weapons when he heard the sound of screams. Human screams. He quickly put his weapons on his belt and went to the sacrifical tables. The thought of drinking human blood made him think of his old village, the way he had felt some empowered after all of there deaths. The hundreds of blood filled humans, all his blood. He laughed.

 

He arrived at the sacrifcal tables seeing several of his own kind trying to take the blood of the humans. They would quickly knock the human unconscious and then drink the blood. Volrath felt like enjoying himself and decided to torment one of the younger females and their father.

 

He found a young girl that looked of the age of 9 or 10 and decided to begin drinking her blood. A man quickly shouted out," Boy, what are you doing, killing your own kin?"

 

"I am not of your kin old fool." He turned around so that the man could see his vampiric form. "And I am not boy." With that he began making small wounds in the man's body, watching him be tormented as a long process to death taking several hours long happen. He would drink the blood as it fell on the floor and then devour the body once it had died from lack of blood. He laughed, though he felt that he could have a little bit more fun with his victim. "Perhaps killing your daughter will make this a bit more fun?" Volrath turned to the girl, thinking of the several ways of killing her.

 

"Perhaps I should cut open her throat. That would certainly spill the blood everywhere. Maybe I should cut off each of the limbs, slowly though to torment the girl. No, no, that would take too long. Or I could poison her. It could be faster then the father's death, and very tormenting." With that, Volrath quickly cut a small gash in the girls arm with one of his wakizashis.

 

"You monster!" Cried the man, gazing at his daugher who was screaming in pain from the poison.

 

"Me, monster. Perhaps. Doesn't sound evil enough now does it. You're just not being any fun right now though. I might as well just spill the blood. I haven't feed in several weeks so I am getting fairly week." Volrath quickly lunged out with both his wakizashis simitaniously striking of the head of the girl and her father. He began drinking the blood gleefully, thinking of his victims deaths.

[SyKoHaVoK]

With a slight glance up from his reading, Nyte stands up when he hears the screams of humans in the main chamber. He lets out a light sigh and slowly closes his emerald green eyes, thinking about personal things. Placing the red book on his bed, he walks out of his cavern and into the main chambers. Nyte has one of the rooms on the ground level, which used to prove a nuisance with people barging in, but that problem is no longer evident since he has punished those who interupt him. Admist the chaos of blood and gore, screams of children and women, Nyte notices a small little girl cowering next to his chambers. He looks at her with apologetic eye and draws one of his finely crafted scimitars. Kneeling down in front of the girl, Nyte is flushed with his human emotions and feels much regret for what he has to do to survive.

 

Nyte looks into the young girl, who looks only 6 or 7 and tells her, "I am sorry...." With a flash of his blade, the girls throat is split open and blood splashes everywhere. The vampires now blood covered face slowly feeds off the girls corpse. Although he hates having to kill children and does realize that young blood tastes sweeter, he never participates in the torturous ways of his kin, thinking it barbaric and cruel. A quick death is a much more humane way of killing, and even then Nyte feels guilty but realizes killing is necessary. Oh how he wishes he was human again, but that is just his small fragment of human side talking.

 

His true vampiric side, though, speaks a voice of a different tune. His eyes dialate at the taste of blood and he starts turning more animalistic as his blood lust begins. He begins to tear the corpse apart, her intestines and internal organs showering the 10 foot area around him. Nyte even eats some of her organs while lost in his blood lust. Oh how he loved the sweet sweet flavor of a freshly killed victim. The childs blood was sweeter then anything he has tasted in a few months. This is better then when I had sex for the first time, Nyte thought, Oh how I wish I would have made this pathetic creature suffer more!

 

A raging vampire runs into Nyte and in his rage begins to slash at Nyte, apparently not realizing who he his. With a glare sharp enough to stop a dragon, he stares into his kins eyes. Not even a scream escaped the others lips before the blood craving scimitar slashed his throat. The smaller vampire grasped his throat and ran away to his home, a trail of blood following him. It was not a fatal wound, but apparently this was enough of a hint that no one interferes with Nyte Flamenhearts feeding! He looks back at the gorey mess of a girl left at his feet.

 

Suddenly he collapses on the floor, his small humane side making his lust stop. A single tear drops from his eye as he realizes the thing he has done. He sheathes his scimitar and screams loudly at his frustration. His inner conflict never ceases. "Soon the creature will take control fully of me..." Nyte whispers to himself. He raises his now glossy with tears eyes and witnesses the carnage before him. He cannot take this cruel onslaught any longer and retreats back to his cavern. Killing is one thing, and killing is necessary for our survival, but this sick demented torture is far from necessary for survival.

 

What evil thing have I become....he thought. "I cannot let this beast take over, I cannot become like them. I refuse to." He cleans the blood off of his blade and wipes the blood as best he can off of his clothes. He picks back up his book, escaping to the fantasy world where all life is good and no worries are present. But his life sadly, will not be this calm for very long.

[Guest]

Ed stood stoicly in the face of the volcanoes, standing on a rock on the side of Mt. Tatu. His robe was pure grey, and he wore the traditional helmet... merely because it was a dress requirement around these parts.

 

The mountain had a familiar feel to him. This was, technically, his home... so why wouldn't he stay? An old longing came within him to join his bretheren in battle against the latest threat... the Vampires... but to start at the lowliest rank? Never again would he be nothing more than a grunt to "die" in the front lines! It is undoubtedly what they would do... if they even would accept him to be nothing more than a man-for-hire...

 

He then began to think of all the Gaurdians most likely locked up and had their blood being sucked from them day and night by those meaningless parasites... and of the countless defiled victims they... ate... from.

 

If he was to help, this was his place, no matter how heroic he wanted to be. They gave him the tough jobs, and that suited him, for he was made for tough jobs.

 

He only wished he could take on the entire vampire hoard and return here.

 

'Too weak.' A familiar voice chided him. He began to worry he was actually going insane. 'You can only barely take on one or two vampires... how could you take on the horde!?' He grumbled to himself... one or two vampires!? He'd slaughtered plenty of bands of them! This voice was truly not something he wanted to listen to anymore... but it continued incessantly.

 

'It may as well be one or two vampires you fool! They grow too fast!'

 

No matter how hard he tried, the voice wouldn't stop. So he did the only plausible thing. He ignored what it was saying.

 

Much better.

 

He shook his head. There was nothing left for him in this spot, despite that it was nature- something he adored... it didn't talk back. Those millions of animals didn't care about all this politics and war and strife... and those plants... how could a tree care for anything? He longed for a day that he didn't have to care about anything. That, however, would not come for an immortal... he began cursing the name. The humans wished for immortality... how stupid they were. No fitting end was not something to be praised... everything must end.

 

Sooner or later, the vampires would capture all his bretheren, and incessantly suck their blood until their mouths dripped with it's precious substance.

 

Ed immediately shook his head. They would never get HIM, however. If they ever planned on attacking Mt. Tatu... he'd run... and be a vampire-terrorist... guerilla warfare was an extremely effective tactic. Those old fools up at the top of the spire couldn't handle change, however. It would be the end of them.

 

He grinned. No more politics in that case. In either way, too, he knew, if the vampires did take over the world, they would run out of victims to suck blood, except for the gaurdians... and that would mean Gaurdians would become an extremely valuable commodity, and they would have civil war over just a few. It would be a perfect opportunity to assassinate their major players in the midst of chaos. Perhaps, even, he could find a few of his bretheren who thought the same way, though it was an extremely slim chance.

 

It would be the dawn of a new age... and he was prepared for it. His hand touched the hilt of his greatblade... those vampires would pay for their defilement with blood.

 

He thought to himself, as he began the long hike back up to the spire...

 

'What a world it would be... full of vampires to slaughter...'

 

It was an exciting prospect to one who loathed them without relief.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: Sad, sad souls.. And poor Ed, so ignorant.

 

Ah well, hence begins the chaos.

 

IC:

The ancient table shook with the violence of the sudden blow. Each of the guardians sank back a little in their seat as Kin'sahrion loomed over them, his shadowed form seeming to fill the room with his presence. "I will not!" he boomed, "to even think such a thing is poison to the mind! "Leave the battle behind", "command your troops from the tower", such ignorance! I would die a hundred thousand times and a hundread thousand again at the hands of the Vampires before I laid down my blades! Have you grown so dull in your wit? Are those men out there now numbers to you?"

 

He turned about, pushing his chair off to the side as he paced around the end of the table. How could they even consider such a thing? It was blaspheme as far as he was concerned. The guardians were made for battle, for strategy, not to sit on thier arses and ponder how many men it takes to kill a thousand Vampires. War is all about the warrior, not the army. Generals are remembered in history, and in turn the legions they lead, but no one cares about how the army moved as a whole, how they did battle as a whole. They cared about the individuals that stood out.. Not those who sat in the back of the lines and counted the number of troops.

 

But, the issue was not recognition. It was they assuming command of his decisions. Sure enough they were elders, but so was he. And his combat techniqes were sharper if it came to it.. But it would not. He turned again to the elders at the table, their hooded faces. Though he could not see them, he knew what each looked like. It happens after you are around the same people for millenia. He felt each of their gazes on him, expectant, pondering, and worried. They wanted him to stop going into battle not because they did not like his decision to do so, but because they feared that he would be the next to fall.

 

They had seen countless breatheren of the first order fall. Those originally created by the gods. Now there were only seven left, and each feared for the others something feirce. He Kin'sharion knew beyond doubt that they all wished to go to battle, to lead their troops to the glory of victory, but they did not want to leave the younger genorations without their leadership.. And they feared for their own lives. Kin'sharion too shared those fears, of what may happen without the council, but he fought that fear in a different way. With steel.

 

He took his seat again, and spoke with a calm voice, a change from the first time, "I will not sit back while those outside these chambers die. If they go, I go with them. That is how it must be."

 

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Kin'sharion recounted the events of the meeting as the leader explain the decisions to those gathered below the Elder's platform. Thousands of black-robed figures stood beyond. They filled the great hall so that it was impossible to see the floor in the ocean of shadow, illuminated only by scattered candles and a larger concentration of them on the platform. Off to the side of the platform was another, raise a little lower, where the higher ranking officials sat, generals. Kin'sharion recounted their faces by memory.. He had known each for centuries at least.

 

As the leader droned on Kin'sharion took to idley watching some of the guardians closer to the front. He saw them twitching, itching, and moving about slightly as they listened. He stood rock solid above them, never moving once. He was in no mood to scratch an itch anyhow, things were too dark for that. The masses would only recive what they were allowed to know, what could be allowed to seep out of the mountain fortress. The officials would get thier briefings later, even then, none except the Elders were to know the true extent of the threats they faced.

 

Things were going to get a lot more intresting very quickly.

[Evien]

Evien quickly knocked an arrow as he sighted an animal that was perticularly meated. "I have dinner for a few nights" he thought as the arrow leaped through the air and struck home in the animals foot. It did minimal damage to the meat but immobilized the prey to get the maximum quality and quantity. With the animal slung over his shoulders he slowly strode back to his hut. After preserving the meat and eating his fill he walked into the city, just in time for the assembly of the army. He listened quietly without anyone noticing his arrival. His bow had been left in his hut but he always carried a conceled kantana and wakizashi(sp?) around, just in case. Even if the kantana was revealed, chances are the wakizashi woulndn't; it was hidden perfectly in a pouch on the sheath. It is so well conceled that even a determined searcher would be baffeled for about an hour before discovering it. After the assembly, Evien quietly returned to his hut.

[Jouralto]

Jouralto listened closely to the sounds of the screaming. He liked this noise very much, but mostly from afar. "I hope they reserve me the usual...... mmmmmmmm....... I really love the Hawk families blood...."

 

He went to go and see if there were any decent humans left there for blood-satiation. He jumps down from the highest quarters, his quarters. "Hmmm, *sniff* I know the smell of the Hawk families blood........... THERE!"

 

He looks directly at a young boy about 12-years old. He looks at him for a moment. "Yesssss. You will make a good apetizer... but how to do it?" He thinks for a moment. "Maybe go after the heart first? No. That spoils all the blood. Maybe I can take my Scythers and cut open his lungs? No, but getting warmer...."

 

He finally decides on an answer. "I know the best way to get all the tasty blood out of this morsel. First, you take the Scythers and go...." He stabs the child in the gut three times. Blood begins to spew out of his stomache rapidly. Jouralto puts his mouth over the gaps and begins devouring the child's blood. After the stream began to slow, he noticed the childs head begining to sink into his sholders. "Hmmm.....that's not good....."

 

He quickly attacks the neck, using his fangs as piercers. He begins to suck the blood from the child. He pauses for a moment to speak to the child. "How does it feel? I'm getting a good meal, and you're getting out of school! Permanently!!"

 

He stabs the Scythers into his chest, rips it open and begins devouring the heart. "This was the best meal I've had in a while! What a tasty Hawk!" he says as he finally finishes drinking the blood, and begins to search for another victim.

[MDRud216]

Mt. Tatu, Great Hall

 

The chamber, carved from volcanic rock now had walls of darkened marble, many passages led off to side chambers and stairways that led to the spire and lower levels of the fortress. The room did not reflect the exterior of the moutain, which was a dull gray, castle structures built from black volcanic stone odorned its slopes in many places, and its base was hidden behind a 200 foot high wall, at its top a platform stretched out from the moutain side. The Great Hall is a large, rectangular room, at its southern end a 9 foot high set of double iron reinforced wooden doors open up to an isleway that lies in the center of the Hall. On either side of the isleway ashen tables can seat as many as 300 Gaurdians, all seats are oriented towards the northern half of the room where the Eldest is seated atop a raised platform in his throne. The Throne is a brilliant icon in Gaurdian lore, it is carved from magnificent obsidian stone and has thousands of pearls, rubies and emeralds inset in its dark surface, also intricate carvings cover its every inch.

 

After the Eldest's anouncment the Gaurdians ate in silence, their calm and refined forms giving no sign of their fierocity in battle. No acknoledgment was given to the stranger who entered the hall at its southern door, the hooded figure calmly walked down the central isle, his gaze fixed on the eldest, an untolerated lack of respect. the figure stood slightly shorter than the Gaurdians around it, he wore black robes that resembled the sacred dress of the gaurdians, his face concealed in shadow. He arrived at the base of the Eldest's throne, continuing his stare, the figure began to speak.

 

Xiton

 

Those who had been strapped down onto the tables were now in a state of unconciousness as the vampires withdrew... vary soon they would awaken despite the would-be fatal wounds inflicted on them.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: Uhm, weren't all the "elders" created at the same time? Being in the original genoration?.. And during this feast, would weapons be at hand? More specifically, is my haleberd at hand or just my sword, or nothin? Heh, I like my gear handy.

 

IC: As did the other Elders at the table, Kin'sharion stood at the mans approach. Several Gaurdians near the man did the same. It was unspoken acknowledgement of the mans defiance to the tradition of the Guardians. Along with it, Kin'sharion made good one of his "felt more then seen" glares. He noticed by the way the man held his wieght that he was confident, and he came here likely as a messenger, or for demands. If he turned out hostile he likely had some form of mischeif to back up his self-image. Things like this were quite apparent, having been dealing with people for so long, and he always remembered to use he experience well.

 

When the man halted, it was Kin'sharion that spoke first, knowing even that he was out of place. It mattered not to him, he already had a track record of being "too bold". "Speak, stranger, but know that you stand in the presence of the Guardians. Upon hallowed ground not ment for mortals. If mortal you be then a block may soon find your head." His voice was threatening, yet at the same time reserved. It was in such a way as it did not reveal his true anger to the entire crowd, but if the man was smart he would understand. One does not simply waltz into such a place with such confidence as this without a certain measure of either intellegence or stupidity. He knew better then to consider it stupidity.

 

He then felt the gazes of the Elders fall upon him because of the outburst. He ignored them, knowing that none in the room would stand to challenge his authority to speak. Perhaps the eldest (ahem) would reprimand him later, but that would be the end of it.. And Kin'sharion knew the halls well enough to keep himself from a good scorning. He then concentrated on the man in the room again. He sought to find the man's, or creature's eyes beneath the shadow of his hood. Sought to see some hint of his motives, he found none..

 

Then the man began to speak.

 

OOC: A bit shorter then I would have liked, but you didn't give me much to work with.