Rise of the undead

[SyKoHaVoK]

Nyte returns to his home, thinking about the evenings events. He is now on his 4th generation, barely out of being a yearling. He pondered about the leader of his, Xilton. He is a great commander, no doubt, but why has he been so lax in his rallying and speeches lately? Important buisness surely.

 

How much longer will this pathetic war last wondered Nyte, When will these Guardians just hurry up and die. They have no chance against our numbers, but they are very honorable for being so closely related to us.

 

Drawing his scimitars from their sheathes, Nyte examines their craftsmanship. He runs his finger down the shaft, admiring the intriquite artwork on these magnificent curved blades. He smiles at the chaos these blades have wraught on countless humans. The screams, the shrieks, the cries, the blood....all caused by these slabs of metal. He gets a glint of insanity in his eye and begins to run one of the blades down his soft tongue. Crimson blood dripped down his tongue onto the pavement. His smile grew larger, his razorblade teeth showing their full selves. The sweet taste runs over his tongue a few more seconds before Nyte realizes what he has done.

 

He walks back out into the main chamber and finds a suitable corpse. He leans over it and begins to gnaw away at the flesh, obtaining any leftover blood he can find. The lost blood is soon replenished with newly acquired, even though a little stale, human blood. A grimace finds Nytes pale face as he does the sick deed, disgusted at his feeding on a corpse.

 

Nyte stands back up and walks into his cavern. The dimly lit candles serve a great atmosphere for one such as him. He resheathes his blades and stands at his door. His emerald green eyes gaze upon the chaos of the chamber, then look up into the hole in the ceiling. Oh what crazy things are you contrapting, great Xilton....

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: Been out over the weekend, sorry bout that (and I got lineage 2, which occupies a good deal of time.

 

IC: Kin'Sharion stood at the massive Ashwood Doors to the Great Hall looking down the hallway where the creature had dissapeared. He knew it was futile to let them go after the creature, those young ones did not understand that a mere dozen of them could take it down when it survived the onslaught of thousands. Blood still dripped from his blade as he held it in a relaxed grip, angled down and away from his body. He remembered seeing only a glimpse of the creatures eyes as the weapon had hit home, at the surprise, at the sudden shock of pain.

 

He listened to the people behind him, gathered about the Eldest, talking in hushed tones of his wounds. It was a wonder, the elder had been behind him as he charged forward.. Yet he now laid wounded upon the stone floor.. The Guardians continued their worried conversations, but Kin'sharion knew better.

 

It would take a miracle to save the elder.

 

Worse, there wasn't a damned thing that anyone could do about it. The creature came here with ill will toward the guardians, perhaps even as an assasin. It's weapon was more then likely coated with poison, and those wounded should be checked immediatly. Down the hall medics were starting to appear, rushing to the scene to aid their fallen leader. He stopped one of them as they passed, the medic saluting smartly before standing with his head lowered as he listened.

 

"Son, I've seen battle wounds before, and my guess is that the Elder is not going to see the next dawn. He will be dead soon. I want your people to do everything they can for him, but do not make him the only focus of your attention, others were wounded as well.." beneath the shadow of the hood, Kin'sharion's eyes were somber as he forced himself to think of the greater good rather than the loss of a millenia old friend. He paused,"make sure you tend to them.. If he is out of your controll....... Save the others. The blade may have been poisoned, make sure our men don't die from things deeper then the scratches they think they have.." Kin'sharion's voice trailed off into the quiet of the hall. He turned away from the medic, whos eyes he knew glistened with tears even if they went unseen.

 

The medic lent him a comforting pat, but it was little ease to the shredding pain he felt within. Even with all his effort and controll, he wept at the thought of his old friend passing from the world of the living. But the sadness was also acompanied by a boiling rage, a feeling of utter hatred and remorse, and intense agony, all rolled into one compound emotion. Many times he had lost a comrade in battle, but never one older then he, or that he had known longer than this one. His grip tightened on his sword, still unsheathed and reflecting the candlelight in its highly polished blade, giving the illusion of the night sky.

 

He forced down the mixed emotions to go to see his friend, to hear his last testament, and to finnaly admit to himself that this was the end, and it wasn't a dream.

[MDRud216]

Mt. Tatu

 

Great Hall, Surrounding Passages

 

As the Guardians rounded the last corner and headed north they caught a glimpse of the creature, halfway down the hall, running like lightning towards the reinforced doors that lead to the great stair, countless Gaurdians would be there.

 

The wisest of the young Gaurdians halted: Draw your blades my bretheren, an intruder arrives at the stair, do not let him escape

 

The Great Stair

 

Many Guardians had headed towards the Great Hall, where they knew the Eldest had beenwounded, but still the Gaurd remained hundreds of feet below on the last defensive garrison. All remaining Gaurdians recieved the telepathic message, drawing their swords immediatly, and quickly postioning themselves, but without reason. The creature burst through the doors with amazing speed and with a flying leap was over the railing 30 feet ahead. It fell through countless levels, avoiding the many Gaurdians. the stair encircled a square opening about 65 feet by 65 feet which the creture was falling through, its momentum had finnaly allowed it to reach the northern railing a few hundred feet below where it had jumped. Is claws rammed into the railings with such force that the support splintered, it flinched and barely caught the edge of the floor, it hung by one hand for a moment, cacthing its breath and recovering from the shock. before pulling itself up he glanced once again at his side, the blood had clotted, but the wound was deep. Gaurdians had made it to his level and were coming down from the stairs on his right, just ahead was the exit hall, and at the end another set of ashen double doors barred the way, it bolted. Telepathy warned the Gaurdains on the outside of his coming, and they readied themselves in front of the door, swords pointed inward. It burst open violently, some of the boards breaking between the iron reinforcments. The creature jumped, but too late as the impact with the door had thrown it off, his feet hit the Gaurdians at shoulder level and it came crashing down not far away. It was the top of the main wall, over a thousand feet from the base of Mt. Tatu, here the winds wipped around the mountain side with a sample of their strengths felt above at the fortress. It slid a few feet before forcing itself up once again, turning it saw the gaurdians rushing towards his location, he turned and began a final sprint towards the walls edge. 3o feet from the raised crenellations it bent its legs and lept out, begining to fall ten feet from the wall (hehe it rhymes). The hood blew back revealing a gruesome and astonished face staring down a thousand feet to the sharp feild of ancient rocks and boulders below. The Gaurdians leaned over the crenellations, amazed themselves at the creatures bravery to jump.

"That is the last of him," one muttered astonished.

 

Several Gaurdians were now carrying the Eldest from the main hall, they left through the northern exit and carried him up the main stair, taking note of the broken railing a hundred feet below as the gaurds were gathered around it. In 10 minutes they reached the fortress where the squareded orientation of the great hall became circular and went into the spire. When they arrived at the top of the spire a large bed was set and ready in an otherwise military room. A ladder in the senter of the room led to a trap door in the ceiling.

 

ooc: guess waht Michael has been working on instead of his school work... A new, redone, reworked, and revamped map of the Mormura Archipeligo!!!

 

Gaurdians this is your time to explore... and roleplay, the vampires are going to have some stuff now!!

[MDRud216]

Mt Tatu

 

One of the Gaurdians helping to carry the Eldest told one of his men to issue you an order in after the Eldest was laid on the ancient bed with blankets drawn up over him, as it was cold at that altitude.

 

The Gaurdian sent to issue the order brushed past a group of medics heading up the spire with great haste, ten minutes later he reached the Great Hall and stood in front of the throne. "Attention, Attention!" he yelled out to the unorganized and panicked mob that now covered the great hall. The Council has ordered a sweap of Mt. Tatu, every level, notify all Gaurdians as you see them of the order, many more spies may still be in the mountain. Do not stop your search until the order is issued... Draw Swords!" The magnificent sound of 3 hundred swords being drawn at once lasted for only a second, then the gaurdians scattered, going down every passage that lead from the hall. At the Great Stair a flood of Gaurdians ran in both directions.

 

ooc: sorry Vampires for your lack of activity, your turn will come soon and then the plot will get underway

[ensis]

"Makura, straighten out the tiller now!" Elratha shouted from across the boat. With only two of them on this medium sized boat, Elratha would navigate and work the sails while Makura piloted the rudder. "We're headed in the right direction, just Northeast of the island. Now only a few more weeks of this before we make landfall and head for Mt. Tatu."

 

"Only a few weeks Elratha?" Makura shoots back to Elratha, "I suppose that the will of Mormura will guide us." With that the windspeed increased dramatically and pushed the boat ahead faster. "Perhaps... perhaps we can do it after all." Makura says solemnly.

 

The two sail on in the windy expanse for some time without exchanging further words. They are immersed in their own thoughts.

[MDRud216]

Ensis

 

You sail for another 4 hours, silent. the coast is now just beyond the hoorizon but the higher elevations are still visible. Suddenly Makura brings you from your thoughts as he runs from the stern of your boat. Pointing he says: "elratha, a ship has appeared, following us, its coming in from the southwest." You stand up and turn to get a better veiw of the ship and see that it is clearly not a Gaurdian ship, from the distance you can only make out a few details but it seems to be a long ship from the 20 or so oars you see on both sides of it. The ship is moving with remarkable speed, heading towards you.

 

ooc: Gaurdians, your intro subplot is over and as Shadow of the Fallen requested it is now your time to "explore" Mt. Tatu, I will provide descriptions as you wonder so i encourage you to look around, maybe check out the vast knoledge able to be found in the Library?

 

Xiton

 

The cavern had quieted down considerably since Xiton's breif announcment, the newborns were still feeding from the drainage on the sides of the room in random places although the feeding on the corpses had long since ceased and the bodies of those who were not left untouched to be reborn were now being thrown out. much to the dissapointment of the yearlings.

A lone Vampire emerges from the entry tunnel running, he kneels just inside the cavern, but is paid little attention. He stands, apparently finished catching his breath. "Velhrem has been destroyed!!" he yells frantically. You recognize the city Velhrem as a nearby allied bloodline, they have existed beyond your time. "During the day tons of wood were loaded into our city quietly, oiled and set a flame just as we awoke..."

[SyKoHaVoK]

Nytes eyes glance down at the vampire shouting. He steps out of his cavern and walks closer to the man, looking at him. "What are you talking about? Your city was destroyed? Well who did this to you?"

 

Nytes green eyes lock with the other vampires, already knowing the answer but wanting a straightforward response.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: Sorry, I think I mentioned Lineage 2 somewhere... Can't peel myself off of it ^_^ . That and everytime I post something goes rotten and it all gets deleted.. Anyway, here we go.

 

IC:

 

Kin'sharion did not draw his sword as the order was given. Were he needed his blade would be willing, but he was not in a state of mind to be searching for more of these creatures... Whatever they were. He idlely wondered if there were any more, and then prayed to Tarturas that there was none.

 

Silently he drifted among the faces of the wounded, past medics and bleeding soldiers. Past the dead. He knew the elder yet drew breath, but it was of no comfort to him. The wound had been hideous, and there was nothing he knew that could be done. Again he prayed that mellenia of knowledge would betray him now, in the hour of darkness.

 

He was in turmoil, his mind fought upon itself as he turned down a hallway, walking away from the great hall and the bloodshed. He was angry, and he was in sorrow. It was more agony then anything else he had ever experienced, he guessed it was more then he ever would again.

 

He continued his somber movements, twisting around corridors and passages, keeping to himself. It must have been visible to others that he was in no mood to be confronted, because they all moved away when they saw him. He felt detached as he moved by instinct through the mountain fortress, seeking his place of solace and refuge. His quarters.

 

He smoldered over his feelings, disconnected as he moved, for about 15 minutes or so. He could easily have made it in five, but he was lost in the eternity of this anguish, of the never-ending spiral of emotion. Always moving downward.

 

The door to his chambers was massive, made of white marble etched with scenes of glory and battle. He was the centerpiece of them all. And bordering them all were the ancient runes of Tarturas, the god who created him. There was no apparent way to open the door, which made easy his solitude. Yet there were those among the guardians that did know how to open it, and they visited them when there was need.. He guessed there was need enough now as he silently pressed his hand to the stone at the right of the wall.

 

The door was fueled by the energies of The Source. At least the lock was. He willed his conciousness into action, willed the force of the power into his palm. He focused it, gave it directive, until the stone before him turned as white as the unparalled perfection of his marble door. The massive blocks of stone began to move effortlessly, without even a sound against the floor. And he slipped in just as soundlessly.

 

Inside, he touched his hand to the same stone, from the opposite side, and repeated the action. It was a simple thing, but few knew of it. Probably the ones who knew of it were the only ones that would dare disturb him in his quarters.

 

The main room was expansive, and the towering doors outside were only a preparation for its grandness. Tapestries hung from every nook, golden artifacts set in display around the room, and his wargear was the centerpiece.

 

The black armor towered among the other objects in the room, on an elevated platform cut from marble. It was in a grand altar, dedicated to the gods, alongside his wicked weapon of destruction--the haleberd. Few remained with the strength it took to weild such battlegear, and none had his prowess or millenia or practice.

 

Beyond the circular main room, which was dominated by the altar, there were 3 other rooms. His personal storage, his sleeping quartars, and his meditation room. The latter was where he wanted to go now, and he followed the plush carpets that ran around the shrine until he was opposite the entrance, and at the portal to his relaxation.

 

His meditation room was equally large, though rectangular, and shielded from light by a snaking corridor. The darkness was pierced, then, only by the thousands of candles that were kept glowing constantly. He had only one servant that was sanctified to enter this room, for another to do so would cost their life. It was sacred ground.

 

Kin'sharion lumbered up the small flight or stairs that led to yet another elevated platform, topped by two cushions. they sat maybe six feet apart, one across from the other so that if you entered the room from the passage way one would be on your right and the other on your left, surrounded by an ocean of candlelight. Nothing else was in that room, no tapestries, no wargear, not even an extra pillow. it was a place of peace, and relaxation. And, again, holy ground.

 

He took his seat on the right. Amost instantly lost in the trance of his meditation. He let his soul release from the prison of his body and fill the room, let his spirit trace its every line and dance upon every candle. His eyes were open, but he looked only straight forward. He saw nothing through his eyes now, his soul was watching instead, pearched on air above him...

 

This was his way of release, and this was the only place it could be done. Often he would stay here before a great battle, and sometimes weeks before a campaign, if he knew he would be away for a long time. And then he did this regularly, simply to relive stress. But now he was waiting for someone. For someone may be coming, and they may not. They would show up if they required the comfort that only a talk and meditation could give a guardian, for there was no love among them. It was a brotherhood.

 

OOC: Hope that makes up for being out for a while, this is an opportunity for those that don't know what to do now to do something. Come to his chambers and meditate, these a cusion waiting for you.

 

More OOC (edit): Well, after screaming myself hoarse, I discovered that my post actually went.. Joy... It's all the "Server Error"'s fault.

[MDRud216]

Xiton

 

"The Humans!" he pants angrily, "The humans of our cattle village, I suspect that they joined forces with others nearby."

From somewhere behind him a NewBorn interupts, "Whats one city, you express no love for one another, and they will be replaced with those that you curse like myself!" The Vampire turned and walked slowely to the NewBorn, seeming to tower over him as he cowered over the cold drainage he had been drinking from. With a lightening fast action the Vampire grabs a nearby knife and lodges it in the NewBorns throat beofre he can even turn away. He stands up, caughing and sputtering the last of his mortal blood.

"A Human resistance has never been succesful, it is a first for their kind!" He walks back towards Nyte, ignoring the NewBorn pulling the knife from his throat and bringing it back over his shoulder. Before Nyte can get another word in the Newborn throws the knife, the Vampire falls to his knees and howls a blood-curdling hiss- like scream. Suddenly he stands and turns, running at the NewBorn, you see the knife lodged in his back. He tackles the NewBorn and stabs his victim after removing the knife from his own back. After several moments of futile resistance and repeated stabbing you see the Vampire make a sharp throw downward, but his body blocks your veiw of where it landed. You hear a snap of bones as the Vampire makes a quick movement with his arms. When he stands all around see the NewBorn, its head is slumped sideways in an unnatural position and the knife's hilt protrudes from it's mouth, the tip stabbing out the back of it's neck. Then, finally he returns to Nyte, you can see a look of satasfaction on his face, and the thought enters your mind: a job well done as a smile crosses the other vampires face. (telepathic message, just to clarify)

[Evien]

OOC: I've been at a competition since wednesday.

 

IC: Evien decided that he could use some meditation after the chain of events. He walked to the meditation room at silently agnoledged the other spirits in the room. he planned to stay for a while to try and nake snse of what had happened.

 

OOC: very tired, sorry it's so short.