Rise of the undead

[Shadow of the Fallen]

After a brief time of talking with Enisis, Kin'sharion resigned to simply floating in the air above his body. It was bliss to be here, in this sanctuary created to honor his fallen gods, but it brought up rememberance of what the strange creature had told him earlier...

 

False, dead gods? Blasphemy I think, but the question is how much truth is in those words. For so long have we held our sacred rites and traditions, for so long have we blindly followed this faith. But, that was our purpose in the beginning, to follow our faith and protect this world. Perhaps that can be bent.. Perhaps I should listen to my self more when I speak of blasphemy, my thoughts now seem to be clouded with such malevolent things. But I must know the truth about what it is I am to do.. Oh this is so very complicated.

 

He flew up higher, deeper into the darkness before resuming his thoughts, But what of that creature, who was he and worse.. What was he. He seemed to be gifted with speed and strength of a Gardian, but his features were almost vampiric.. Could it be? No, its not possible. Unless...

[MDRud216]

ooc: it seems that my original idea has failed as I was hoping that my players would take tis time to roleplay, exploring their surroundings and getting to know the environment that the rpg will take place in... you will still have time to do this but I am going to hurry along the developing plot to keep interest.

 

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Ulid notices an orange glow somwhere beyond the veil of the bedcovers, just as he peeks out over the top it intensifies and a vampiric instinct takes over seeming to slowing the movement of time around himas his thoughts and prosecing time speed up. suddenly the orange glowing object strikes the tentside and a sudden flame covers the opening of the tent, voices from the outside are heard:

'A vampire! a VAMPIRE INSIDE THE TENT!"

 

but the original yells are cut short by a mariade of similar ones; dozens of vampiric forms had been revealed by the light of the burning tent as well as many bloodless corpses just beyond the panicked group of soldiers.

 

"FORM RANKS!" the order was harsh and effective, sending the men into a tight defencive circle around the only effective source of life saving light: the burning tent. OOC: your not dead mrpyromania, you should be able to figure out something to do... not the fire could easily kill a vampire anyway.

 

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In this area vampire atack is common, humans expect it in some areas but are rarely able to counter it. hopefully that explains the "ease" of the humans forming ranks rather than scattering in a panicked state... although that is possible if attacks are clever enough, or a sudden light source does not illuminate the attackers.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

Finnaly weary of his out of body experience, Kin'sharion returned to his body. He was reluctant to rise, at first, though he knew he must, and he geastured Evian to do the same as he forced himself to a kneel. Upright at last, he turned to the younger warrior, and with a nod of his head motioned him out. He followed closely as Enisis strode out, apparently also weary from the flight.

 

Wordlessly, Kin'sharion rounded the great altar in the middle of his room, to the stairs that lay at its base. He knelt quickly in prayer to Tarturas before stepping up onto the platform. Respectivly, Evian did the same, though he did not dare to even touch such a sacred spot.

 

Kin'sharion stood for a time, perhaps lost in thought, staring at his battle armor and his weapons. The male without a father sword he wore at his hip was cerimonial, decorated to a degree, but nothing in comparison to his battle weapons. The cerimonial blade looked hardly firce against the wicked, curved edges of his battle blade. The gold-laid hilt was only a shiny peice of metal in comparison to the intricate pattern of thorned vines that were etched from the tip of the blade to the pomel of his great weapon. And the precious jewels set almost randomly on the ritual sword were merely pebbles in comparison to the swirling black stones set into the war sword. One was made to look nice in front of an audience, one was made to kill.

 

It was then, after ponedring these differences, that he reached out slowly to grasp his real sword. He felt a surge of power as he drew the blade, the polished metal gleaming in the candlelight. For an instant, he held it out before him, as if waiting for something, and then he again sheathed it. Then, with it in hand, he stepped down from the platform and made his way to the training halls. Evian exited behind him, then turned to go his own way.. Perhaps in wonderment of the odd occurance.

 

OOC: Made a name change edit, sorry Ensis. And this would be a good time to detail the training hall, MDRud. Kin is presumably going to go in the main entrance, and then observe the (hopefully) in progress training seeing to it that the warriors are learning their techniques with utmost speed. He brought his massive hand-and-a-half Sword with him, and I can only imagine he would show them a few "pointers".. But thats my job.

[Sanobia]

wrong name

[Evien]

OOC:ok back in the right name

 

IC:Evien had gathered his thoughts in his meditation. he knew what he must do. checking his weapons he queitly slipped into the elders chambers. he wasn't noticed as he nocked an arrow and took aim. grim determination reflected in his eyes as he realesed the arrow to do his bidding. one by one the arrows found there target. the elders wouldn't wake up the next morning because off the bright pink arrows protruding from inbetween there eyes. as he began his journey to the source he heard faint polka music playing somewhere, but it didn't bother him. whenever a traveller passed him he would moon them before dissipearing off the road to continue his journey.

 

 

OOC: I'm too busy to play any more so I'll go out with a bang!!! HAHAHAHA

 

 

 

Sorry

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: For all purposes relating to the actual continuation of this RP, that last post will be ignored in its entirety.

[MDRud216]

...How about not, In my story the Gaurdians are the most noble and honorable beings imaginable and I would hate to have that ruined by what you just posted... so I am going to cover it... really I don't like it when people do things like that.

 

A head toppled off broad shoulders and rolled a few feet away and the just notched arrow inthe bodies arms let loose and lodged itself into the ground at the foot of an elders bedside.

The Gaurdian that had severed the head of this honorless beast sheaved his blade after casually cleaning it on the ceremonial robes of his victim. By now the targeted Elders were up once again, feeling victorious over the fool who thought he could kill one of them. Long before the incident would have happened the elders had forseen it, and placed themselves in rest prematurly... before the sun had rose even. Telepathically the Gaurdians had communicated in secret and gaurds were placed around the chambers. The infedel never had a chance.

 

Many of the elders felt a strange aura in the room, and sensed a difference in the blood pooling around the fallen Gaurdian's neck... it seemed Vampiric, but still a shadowed Gaurdian as well... it would remain a mystery until further events revealed the truth was the general cuncensus omung the elders, as was the same with the creature that had infiltrated the great hall earlier.

 

Kelar left the elders chamber in awe of the loss of intelligence in the being that had been slain, it had planned its attack hours before the sun would rise... and it did not realize its mistake... ever because of the gaurd that had been placed by the elders. The attacker was foolish to believe that it would be able to assasinate even one elder, or think that they would be in slumber during the night for the elders sleep little and only during the day, just the same as all Gaurdians and any one of them would have known this. surely something had corrupted he who thought of turning on his elders. And with that Kelar stopped thinking of the matter, he continued down the corridor heading north to the great stair. He traveled along the tunnel-like streets of the Gaurdian city, passing the wooden doors that led to the individual dwellings of the gaurdians. as he walked he compared this cramped city multi-level city to the almost temple-like dwelling place of the elders not far way on this level. When he finally arrived at the great stair he took the time to gaze upward through the many levels and up into the spire itself hundreds of feet above. He shifted his gaze down and began the short journey downward to the barracks where his students waited.

The change from the "civilian" city to this harshly organized barracks was surprising; no casual traveling here... instead small regiments of 10 to 20 Gaurdians patrolled the area, following strategic routes that led them both through the levels of the barracks and outside into the quieting ash storms.

 

This level of the barracks was the top, just under the top of the wall, where some of the patrols extended to, It was a large facility, and unlike the other levels the top one was one large space that extended away from the mountain into the wide encircling structure around the base of Mt. Tatu. Pillars supported the ceiling and combat areas were clearly set among them. Kelar walked quickly to one such area where a group of young Gaurdians waited patiently in light armors that adorned their robes.

"I am sorry i am late," Kelar said to his students, "There was other buisness to attend to." With that he began the training session that would continue through the night. Other similar groups did similar things, Kelar's bore male without a father swords and trained rigorously withthem while other groups learned the ways of the two man spear, yet others fired arrows at targets placed on distant support columns. This was the active barracks level, below it a huge armory existed, stocked with tons of armor and weapons: each one unique waiting for the gaurdian who had overseen its crafting to come and claim it.

 

ignore eviens post, but think of the above as the reason it wwould be impossible for a succesful betrayal, and no Gurdian would ever ever betray anyway

[Shadow of the Fallen]

Kin'sharion strode up silently a distance behind Kelar so as not to disturb him. He watched carfully as he instructed the students in the use of their weapons. One by one, down the line, they began to draw their weapons, the distinctive ringing of steel filling the air. He leveled his gaze on the line as the last one drew, compleating the rythmic sound, and without hesitating, drew his own bade. The finely battle weapon sending a sharp, crystal clear sound into the room, one so unique that it drew the attention of every Guardian close enough to hear.

 

The blade he had drawn was not the cerimonial weapon that he had left back at his chambers, but the one he used in combat. Having fought with many of those in the large training hall, they all knew what it ment. Chaos. Countless battles had been started by the distinct ring of that blade, which was now held in a lax fashion by its owner.

 

Kin'sharion stepped forward, falling in with the last man in line. Kelar cast a questioning glance toward him, as if to ask if Kin'sharion was serious. After all, it should be Kin'sharion teaching Kelar, not the other way around. The massive warrior, robed in black and still holding his sword at ease, nodded. The drills began. First a series of slashing techniques, followed by thrusts, and then by others. Kin'sharion executed them with ease, his weapon arching gracefully through the air without the slightest effort.

 

Eventually, the drills were completed, and it was time for the daily sparring. Each man found his partner as Kin'sharion silently watched, weapon sheathed. Then, two by two, they began to spar in a prepared arena. Each used all the skills he had at his disposal to disarm or disable his foe, ending the match. Each knew that they were under the gaze of one of the most powerful beings to ever walk the planet.

 

At last, the final match had ended, and the group was once again in a line awaiting dismissal. Just as Kelar was about to speak, Kin'sharion steped forward. "Would you, Kelar, assume to end the session before I have gotten a chance to complete the exercise?.."

 

The stunned Kelar did not know how to respond, "well.. No. But who would you spar with?"

 

"You." The single word brought silence to the entire room as people stopped what they were doing to see what was going on. Surely, two elders in combat would be something to see. "Do you accept the challenge?"

 

"I do. And I have no intention of loosing to you." Kelar replied with a hint of defiance as he bagan to move into the arena. Kin'sharion followed him as classes were dismissed and Guardians began to gather around. Kelar and Kin'sharion stood across from each other, about half the length of the arena between them, and bowed. Then, they drew their weapons.

 

Kelar's cerimonial blade cleared the scabbard quickly as he began to circle around Kin'sharion. Kin'sharion's battle weapon called out in its unique ring as it came up in one swift motion. He too began to circle. To all sides a crowd of Gaurdians stood in silence...

[MDRud216]

Kelar ended the circling, and with a swift motion ducked down and "leaped" at Kin' sharion, the attack was blocked and the duel had begun. Devestating blows were made and blocked on both sides, and throughout the battle the original arena had grown three times its original size with the withdrawing of spectators when the two violently fought nearly into the crowd itself.

 

*your turn shadow*

[ensis]

"Head them off Makura! Let not one foot belonging to these heathens onboard!" Elratha yelled stoutly as he swept the knees of a soldier walking the plank. He had a split second to give a grin as the weakling fell into the water; Elratha immediately thrust his male without a father sword straight without looking. He smiled to himself again hearing the body splash into the water.

 

"I'm going to finish this now! Hold them off for a second!" Elratha glanced at Makura before retreating to retrieve his fearsome battle weapon.

 

"Oy! You get all the fun Elratha! You'll have to craft me a fine battle weapon such as yours one day." Makura replied as he beheaded two boarding soldiers with one swipe. Hmph, he thought to himself, these are some of the worst warriors I've ever had the displeasure of fighting. In fact, they do not deserve the title of warrior.

 

Elratha planted his foot at the edge of the boarding plank and swung horizontally with all his might. The six men on the plank at the time were now twelve halves of men as they fell into the sea. He ran across the board and swung again at the group of men, which now totaled 16 heads.

 

After Elratha and Makura were the only two left standing on either boat, Elratha thrust his samehada down through the hull of the longboat. Water was gushing through the hole, and the boat started to sink quickly. Makura made his way to the tiller of their boat, while once Elratha was aboard, he smashed the boarding plank and they were on their way again. The rest of the day was uneventful, and Elratha spent most of it cleaning the sharp steel teeth of his weapon. At the most recent count, they would reach the shores before Mount Tatu within three to five days.