Dagger of Symachus Posted August 1, 2004 Share Posted August 1, 2004 Volrath had vengeance on his mind. Even though he despised all life, he still felt that Ulid could have been an asset in battle if he had been killed by the humans. He looked in the shadows as a group of 30 or so humans began to form ranks. He knew that they're too many for him to manage with bluntly. He crept slowly through the shadows to the nearest human, grabbed him by the throat, and pulled him back into the darkness, covering his mouth. "Did you only find one vampire inside the tent? Tell me, or I'll suck you dry of blood." whispered Volrath to the human. "I...I don't know. I think there was only one vampire found inside the tent. Pl...Please don't ...*gulps* su...suck me d..." whimpered the man. "You and your entire race aren't deserving of life, let alone the gift our race has". whispered Volrath as he slit the man's throat with his wakizashi and slowly moved the body deeper into the shadows. Volrath was slightly pleased knowing that only Ulid had possibly been killed, but he still felt an urge to avenge his fallen comrade. Volrath watched silently as another human crept into the darkness to get away from the heat of the burning tent. As soon as the humans entire body was engulfed in shadow, Volrath jammed the blunt side of his wakizashi into the back of the humans head. He quickly caught the body as it fell, to make sure none of the other humans had detected him and moved the body deeper into the darkness, near the other body. He did this for several more hours, as more humans wandered into the darkness as he drank the fallens blood. After another ten more kills, the humans began to get more suspicious. They sent out a small search party of three humans. As soon as they reached Volrath, he knew he could be discreet no longer as they screamed as he slit their throats. He leaped out of the darkness, cutting of the hand of the nearest human, rendering the human harmless. He kicked another human into the burning tent as he slit two other's throats. "ANOTHER VAMPIRE!" screamed another human. Volrath jumped over to the human and beheaded him as another human came rushing to Volrath with an axe over his head, ready to strike him down. Volrath cut the wooden hilt as the human was about to strike, making the blade land on the humans head, splitting it in half. Two more humans ran to Volrath on either side. He jammed a wakizashi into both of their gut. The remaining humans were huddled around the tent, with three archers. The archers aimed at him as he ran towards them. He avoided all arrows but one, which had hit his left shoulder. He killed the two of the archers with his wakizashis and kicked the other humans into the burning tent. Volrath ripped out the arrow from his shoulder and drank all of the last archers blood, then threw the body into the flames. "Now let's see if Ulid is still alive" yelled Volrath as he slit open the burning tent with his wakizashi... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Fallen Posted August 3, 2004 Share Posted August 3, 2004 The crystal clear ringing of steel sparodically shattered the silence of the room. The entire training hall stood trasfixed, every eye on the two immortal warriors locked in epic combat. Each blow was returned with a flurry, and each block merited a counter. To the idle eye, it did not seem as though either of them was making any headway. But it was that thought that put all present guardians below them in skill. To a trained eye, Kin'sharion was slowly, carefully, making progress. He was wearing down his opponent and using his great strength and endurance to his advantage. Kelar and his opponent knew this, but they fought on like the possessed, their black robes making them appear as furious wraiths. Then Kin'sharion did something his opponent didn't seem to expect. Kelar had brought his blade up low from the left side, the tip of his blade almost touching the ground. This was the fourth time he'd seen the same attack, and each time he'd parried it the same way, but this time he ducked down and rolled to the right. Kelar's blade whistled through the air as he used his momentum to fuel a spin. But as his blade came back down it was deflected close to the hilt by Kin'sharion. The jolt forced the weapon from Kelar's hand and onto the floor as the whole room recoiled and let out a collective gasp. Kin'sharion's foot came down sharply on the blade of the cerimonious weapon as he returned his own sword to its sheath. Without a word, he bent over and picked up the weapon. He examined its blade, noticing a chip about three inches from the crossguard (I think.. :huh: ) where the two blades had struck during the final attack. As he did so, he spoke to Kelar, though the words were ment for all, "If I was a Vampire, you would already be dead. Remember that the next time you, and the rest of the council, decide that I should stop going to battle. When I go out to war, I go into the cities of the Vampire lords and kill them, so that they do not have the chance to come to ours and kill you." With a face of stone, he bowed, customarily, to end the dual. But then he continued to do the unexpected, he held the sword up for all to see, the room still silent, and brought it into the floor with such violent force that it embedded the blade four inches into the solid stone. His footsteps echoed invasivly in the silence, and when he slammed the door behind him, it made the room shudder... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mrpyromania Posted August 7, 2004 Share Posted August 7, 2004 OOC:Sorry for the long wait guys,I completly forgot about this... Ive been busy. Anywho,here I come! Crouching within the tent,Ulid pondered a means of escape. Since he was sourrounded by enemy's,he suspected that he would be overwhelmed by the sheer number of soldiers. He rocked by and forth on his heels. The flams were a bother,but nothing that could truly harm him. He heard the screams and the battle outside. "Looks like I really won't have to do anything risky." though Ulid,rising to his feet. As Volrath entered through his door,Ulid remarked " What took you so long? I've been wating here for a while." Casully,he turned slighlty and patted out a flame that had caught on his cloak. He kept a careful eye on the other vampire. Killing a rival in the confusing of battle was not unheard off. And he did not know how the volatile vampire considered him,whether it be friend or foe. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted August 7, 2004 Author Share Posted August 7, 2004 Ensis The darkness on the horizon you had been seeing the last few days had all but disapeared with the distant ash storms of Mt. Tatu, your journey continues and at last you can see the peaks of the great mountains on the horizon, but still sight of shore eludes you. vampires a flaming figure falls through the tent, squirming and screaming on the ground, "ahhhhh!!! vampires, vampir-" until the roar of the flames and sudden screaming cut him off. a shadow apears from the west, creeping over the tents dwindling flames. a eastbound wind washes over the clearing and darkness engulfs the area with the loss of all nearby fire. It had quited, no more screaming, no noise at all except muffled footsteps, to quiet for mortal ears to hear. Ulid and Volrath exit the tent to find hundreds of vampires gathered in the clearing, the inhabitants of at least three cities, including your own you realize as you spot Xiton, dropping the pale corpse of a human. "we move!" he yells and the vampires once againplunge into the surrounding forest, the journey to Hepstbet had began. ooc: all vampire players are now with the traveling npcs and Xiton, they had left their cities and followed the corpses to find the hunters in their feeding frenzy, you are now also joined with them. so roleplay, what else Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ensis Posted August 14, 2004 Share Posted August 14, 2004 With the ash storm blowing and rough seas, both Elratha and Makura were wet and dirty. Their cloaks were drawn tightly around them as the boat was tossed by the waves. The storm lasted through the night, but as dawn broke the sea calmed and the wind all but died. Elratha looked up to see the great spire of Mt. Tatu bursting out of the clouds. "We are close! Less than two days now Elratha!" Makura exclaimed. "It will be good to see the elders again." "Who knows Makura," Elratha replied wryly, "perhaps this time you may even be able to best Kin'sharion in a duel!" Elratha laughed heartily, as Makura to this day had always been put down by Kin'sharion like it was no more than a laughing matter. "Very funny Elratha, but you know it's true this time!" Makura shot back. He felt he had been training very hard, and would actually be able to best Kin'sharion. The pair continued in silence for a while as the massive mountain rose evermore from the horizon. They would soon meet their bretheren again at the gates of Mt. Tatu, and above far up into the spire. It felt to be a glorious time of reunion, but deep down they both knew the world was on the brink of an enormous battle. OOC: Let it be known that Makura still has no chance of beating Kin'sharion. :shifty: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted August 14, 2004 Author Share Posted August 14, 2004 Heavy hooves pounded the early morning plains and the cloaked riders watched out over the waning darkness. To the north was the ominous border of the coniferous forest that lead up into the foothills of the southern mountain border to the Sea Of Sands. The two Guardians turned toward the woods, taking interest in a running figure outside them. their horses reared as they aproached, fear was in the air, but gaurdians feel no fear and they pursued the figure into the woods, deeper and deeper through the dense trees... givenn the speed it was obvious the figure was vampiric, somehow caught at dawn by the suns burning rays.A sharp turn was made and the two Gaurdians found themselves in a clearing, the suns early rays reacing the ground on one side. a rustling in the pine needles behind them earned a glance, the horses became uneasy turning in the clearing... never satisfied with not seeing a hungry predator just beyond the trees. From above a swift figure came down upon the lesser of the two gaurdians, its image being consumed by the gaurdians cloak as the two flew to the ground, for a moment neither were visible beneath the shifting black robes. the sound of a sword drawing was heard and beneath the robes a violent battle was taking place. The vampire emerged leaping for a tree, it landed and looked down upon the wounded gaurdian, roaring in victory before an arrow was placed in his forehead by the second gaurdian. The vampire fell, removing the arrow and running back into the trees. The wounded gaurdian leapt back to his horse and the pursuit was started again. In a few oments the bleeding vampire was in sight again rounding a sharp corner into an area of less dense trees. The gaurdian extended his sacred weapon, severing the head of the vampire as he rode past... the body fell into another clearing, this time filled with vampires. Suddenly the horses were mad with fright and bolted away, many vampires in pursuit. "The vampires! they're journeying somewhere." The thought was received and a replay made: "perhaps to the source, or the desolation, it is hard to tell but their are many... their company spread far beyond the clearing!""let us hurry, we must tell the elders of our discovery-" A vampire jumed from above, from low branches in the trees above. It was knocked off before it had a good grip on the lead gaurdians horse. The vampires were catching up, occasional attacks even as the horses sped on at full speed. At last just as they once again exited the forest and the rays of sunlight met there heavy hoods they were all but safe as a vampire lunged at the uninjured gaurdian, pulling him off the back of the horse and draining him even as his sword was being drawn. The vampire cralwed back into the shade of the forest on all fours like the beast it was, but its pain was well worth the gaurdian blood in her mouth... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dagger of Symachus Posted August 14, 2004 Share Posted August 14, 2004 Volrath had decided to sit, to sleep, to meditate whille the others quite possibly moved ahead. He sat on the ground, exhastued from rescuing Ulid. "My wound has not yet fully healed. I was not expecting to be this devestated by their defense." he thought to himself. He watched, perched on top of a tree, the other vampires move out of his sight. He would rejoin them in a few hours. Until then, he would mentally and physically prepare himself for possible clashes with the humans and perhaps even with the Guardians. "I will avenge all of the vampires that have been slaughtered by the humans." he thought to himself. He then slept, wakizashi in hand, ready for combat the second he awoke. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Volrath awoke, hearing the cries of battle off in the distance. He leaped from treetop to treetop, prayiing he could reach his fellow vampires in time. He heard the cries die down and eventually stop, and he slowed his pace. After another hour of travelling he finally reached the vampire camp. He looked down from his location on a lower branch on a tree and saw guardian's dead body on the ground. "I've never killed a guardian. This one looks strong, most likely highly respected by the other Guardians," he thought to himself. He jumped down from the limb next to the body. Luckily all the other vampires had moved away from it seeing as how it had no more blood. But he was not looking for blood,"I have heard that the Guardians armors and weapons are of nearly mythical proportions. Crafted magically, they will change depending on who wields them. All just a rumor, but perhaps it is true." he thought to himself, as he picked up the dead Guardian's Katana. It felt unnaturally heavy to him as he lifted it from it's sheath on the guardian's back. He slide his fingers over the blade. It felt crisp and cool. "This man indeed must have killed several highly respected vampires at some time." he thought to himself. He finally placed both hands on the hilt, ready to truly test the blade. He turned to the tree he had seen the Guardian's dead body from and point the blade at it. A seemingly ancient tree, it mast of had a radius of over half a dozen feet. He held the blade to his side and jammed it against the tree. It went through it like a knife through butter, but nothing seemed to happen...at first. After several seconds of waiting, the tree split in two, landing next to Volrath. "This katana seems so unwieldy in combat. Perhaps if I practiced with it for several hours it would seem more reasonable to use.". He looked back at the Guardian's dead body, wondering if there was anything else he could use from it. He walked closer and checked beneath his robe and saw the Guardian's armor. He took the cuirass off and felt it's weight. "This is far too heavy. But perhaps this armor could be melted down in small doses and reinforce my leather armor." He retrieved the items he needed to begin melting down the cuirass from the Wilderness and began working. --------------------------------------------------- After several hours of working on melting down the armor, he had finally succeeded. He took off his leather armor and slit a small hole into one side with a wakizashi. He took a small amount of the melted armor and placed it inside the small hole of the leather and paded it with his hands to make a skin of metal. He then took some thread from the Guardian's clock and reattached the slits. He repeated the process with his other pauldron, his bracers, greaves, boots, and cuirass. He finally put on his new leather armor and his black cloak and hood on above it, hiding his readjustments. He grabbed his wakizashis and the Guardian's katana. The burden immediately set in on Volrath. He knew that he could only have either the Guardian's katana or his wakizashis. He sat in thought for a moment, deciding which weapon would benefiet him more. "I will never have the specialty that I have with the wakizashis for the katana," he thought to himself,"But perhaps I can use the katana to reinforce my wakizashis." ------------------------------------------------------- Nearly dawn, Volrath had coated his wakizashis with the odd material the katana was made of. His wakizashis felt just as light as previously. He then used one of the Guardian's tools to sharpen the blades to perfection. "Let's try this again." Volrath thought to himself, in front of two other trees. Using each of his wakizashis he slit both trees in half, in the same fashion as the earlier time. "Perfect. Perhaps now I can finally rival some of the mightier Guardians." he thought to himself. He sheathed his wakizashis, feeling no burden this time. He continued to travel as he had to the sight of the killings, only this time in hope of finding Xiton and the rest of the vampires. OOC:We'll just say that he believes that it is the Guardian's true armor. After all, like the post said, he had never killed a Guardian before, most likely meaning he never saw one (considering my character essentially kills anything that he sees). Besides, it was just an excuse to make my character stronger. I want him to at least be able to survive a little bit of player character on player character combat, without needing a swarm of five dozen vampires to help him. Moving on though: --------------------------------------------------------- Volrath had been travelling for several hours. It was nearly noon, and he did not enjoy the prospect of being caught extremely weak by the enemies. If just a small bit of sun hit his skin, he would be significantly weaker for the next few hours. He jumped from treetop to treetop for several more minutes, finally seeing the path the vampires took. He sighed,"They're still several hours ahead of me. Better get moving." he said to himself, feeling that no matter how much is new armor and blades improved his combat prowress, he lost too much time in making them. He continued moving, though this time he decided he might as well save himself a good hour and move a bit faster then earlier. Volrath thought as he travelled for the next few hours. "I don't understand why the Guardians hate us so and we hate them with a vengeance. We don't seem as different as we make ourselves out to be." ---------------------------------------------------------- Volrath finally saw a small pack of vampires, apparently who had fallen behind. He was drawing near. "Finally, after a few more minutes of travelling I will hopefully be with Xiton." He moved on, as fast as his body could take him. He finally reached the rest of the vampires. He looked around seeing none looked wounded or hurt at all. "They must've not been very damaged by the Guardian's assault or....something else must've killed those Guardians." He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, not wanting any more problems to deal with, to think about. Losing the vampiric city was bad enough, attempting to wage war against a third enemy was worse. Volrath was still in the trees when he finally reached the lead of the group of vampires, Xiton. He lept out of the trees, and quickly joined his proper place. Xiton seemed to eye him suspiciously. "Where have you been, boy?" he asked in a stern voice. "I was wounded after freeing Ulid, sir. I was recovering from my wounds before I caught up to you here." replied Volrath. Xiton looked away, seemingly satisfied with his response. Volrath sighed. "Xiton, he's a great mentor to the vampires. He inspires fear and respect into the ranks. We're lucky to have a leader such as him." Volrath thought to himself. Volrath continued you, but tried to keep inconspiciously away from Xiton. "I don't think the other vampires, namely Xiton, would be happy to know that I used Guardian materials to improve my weapons and armor." he thought to himself. "Regardless of how greatly they may have improved. I'll continue with Xiton and other vampires until a suitable challenge arises to test this new equipment on." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted August 15, 2004 Author Share Posted August 15, 2004 ooc: it is not traditional for a gaurdian to don his full armor unless marching to war although they would were lighter protection at other times.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Fallen Posted August 15, 2004 Share Posted August 15, 2004 OOC: To Enisis: I agree entirely, you are nowhere near my power! :shifty: To Dagger: I think all PvP is evenly matched anyway... But still, you are nowhere near my power! :shifty: To MDRud216: It would be a big help if you had something happen at Mt. Tatu, but its all good. IC: Slowly, Kin'sharion made his way from the hall. He was positive that he had made his point clear to all present, especially Kelar. Now he would have simmilar things to do with the others. If only he knew... Something faint caught his attention and diverted his thoughts. A distant call for help somewhere south... He could feel it, but he couldn't make out the words or the location, only that something had happened. No one else was in the hall around him, so he couldn't be sure if he was the only one that felt it or not. Quickly, he sent out the message, I have felt something, a disturbance in magic.. Someone has been trying to communicate with us, but have failed to do so for some reason or another.. Am I the only one? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dagger of Symachus Posted August 15, 2004 Share Posted August 15, 2004 OOC:Shadow, the confidence, it burns my retinas. IC:Volrath and the horde of vampires had been travelling for many hours now. They could feel their power return to them as the sun set behind them. Knowing that the Guardians are also stronger in the night, Volrath knew this to be a prime time for Guardian raid parties to attack. He shifted his eyes away from the other vampires to the shadows, using his slightly improved vision to see if he could see anyone. "Nothing." he thought to himself, as he jumped over the group of vampires to the other side, to check that sides shadows. He searched, but in all in vain. He continued moving forward, with the other vampires. He swiftly leaped to Xiton. "Sir, did your party kill several Guardians?" he asked Xiton inquisitively. "Yes several. They didn't do any damage to us." Xiton replied calmly. "But...sir, what if they sent a telepathic message to the other Guardians?" Volrath asked. He gulped. "This is the first time I've ever truly been afraid in my life. No wonder the humans hate it." Xiton turned to Volrath,"Are you questioning the vampires military prowress?" he asked in a dangerous tone. "Not at all sir, I'm just saying that we tend to swarm the enemy using overwhelming nu..." "Swarm? How dare you consider it our only military tactic." Xiton interjected. Xiton turned to Volrath, causing all of the vampires to stop dead in their tracks. "If you insult our species abilities one more time in my presence, I will strike you dead." Xiton said sternly. Volrath gulped and moved away. "It seems I am not among as many friends as I hoped." Volrath thought to himself. Volrath heard an unnatural rustling of trees. He set his hand out,"Odd, no wind." he thought to himself, looking to his left where the sound had come from. He jumped into the shadows of the underbrush and began stalking the sound. After several minutes of freneticly moving from tree branch to tree branch, attempting to be as quiet as he could be, he finally saw what he had heard. A Guardian, most likely a scout. He followed it in silence for the next several minutes. He finally found himself at a dimly light Guardian camp. He looked down and saw about a 20 man Guardian raid party, ready to attack the vampires. "Relay the message to Mt. Tatu. W....vampire raid....Killed men. Yes...stolen materials. We attack at dawn." he heard in a mumble as jumped from his branch deep into the underbrush. "Mt. Tatu. I had always wondered where the Guardians worked out of." he thought to himself, but then looked back to the camp, returning to reality. "I'll have to move like the wind in order to kil them all. Luckily, I think I might just be able to do that." he thought to himself, silently drawing his wakizashis. He leaped from the shadows, onto the nearest Guardian. "I cannot waste time drinking their blood, talking, even thinking" Volrath said to himself. He unleashed a flurry of thrusts and stabs, too fast for the human eye to see. But it all seemed in slow motion to him. Half of the Guardians dropped dead, leaving Volrath with a much more managable size. "How did his blades become that powerful." he heard one scream, in awe of the speed at which Volrath had decimated the entire camp. "It's...only one vampire. Only a horde of vampires could've done that." another one said to himself. The others had vengeance on their mind. They all made a run for Volrath, ready to kill. "I'll prove to them I'm different from the other vampires in another way." he thought to himself, standing stone still before assault. The nearest one had a spear and jammed it straight into Volrath's gut. "Wha..." he said to himself as it was brushed off by his armor as barely more a scratch. "This armor is good, but several godlike blows from a mighty Guardian will most likely destroy it." Volrath thought to himself, happy to see there didn't seem to be any very powerful Guardians here. He jumped onto the tip of the Guardian's spear and ran towards him. The Guardian opened his mouth in awe...as Volrath pushed the wakizashi down his throat. He withdrew it from the Guardian's mouth as he fell dead on the floor. He unsheated his second wakizashi and threw it at another Guardian, hitting the center chest. He saw the ones that had been in comeplete havoc when he arrived were finally organizing thereselves. He leapt toward them and slit both their throats. He slowly turned and saw obviously the five weakest (and most foolish) vampires run to him in unison. He jumped towards the one in the center and used a swift uppercut to subdue him. He then slashed to his left, killing two others. He jammed his blade into the other two Guardian's skulls and turned to the shadows, where the strongest stayed. He walked slowly towards him as the Guardian who unsheathed his halbierd. "This guy must be 6'4" Volrath thought to himself. The man thrust at him with his weapon and aimed for his armor. One strike on his cuirass dented it so much that it was now hindering him more then helping him. He struck again, this time going through the armor comepletely. He seemed to jumped forward at him, left hand still on his weapon, and kick Volrath in the face. Volrath fell to the floor in anguish. He looked up to see his killer fade away in the mist. Volrath awoke several minutes later. "What the hell was that?" Volrath thought to himself,"It must've been a vision of how I'll....die." Volrath said to himself. The idea of death had never come to Volrath again. He looked the sky, seeing the gods, praying for help and guidance. He looked around and saw 19 Guardian bodies on the floor, missing his killer. "So it was all just an illusion." he thought to himself. He turned to the nearest body and began sucking it's blood. At first the Guardian blood seemed to burn his tongue, but as his body obtained more of the blood, it seemed to get sweet. He drained all 19 bodies dry of blood. "No wonder all of us vampires love Guardian blood." Volrath thought to himself. Volrath had nearly reached the end of the forest when he was pulled down by several stronger Guardians. "I'm screwed. Screwed.." he thought to himself as they took him away. OOC:Now it goes better with your post Shadow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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